So I finally decided to watch banana fish! I’m on the first episode so let’s see how this goes.
So I finally decided to watch banana fish! I’m on the first episode so let’s see how this goes.
Omg I’m loving the spiral series ITS AMAZING
Ahhh ty so much! I’ll try to post a chapter in the next few days! But thank you again for supporting it❤️
You were the perfect shot…
Pairing: (Pre-Death) Mitsuba Sousuke x Reader
Summary: You and Mitsuba are in a photography competition, helping each other find perfect shots. Mitsuba sees his perfect shot in you.
“What about here,” I pointed at a spot in the school garden that I considered could turn out to be good photos. “Mm, sure,” Mitsuba shrugged. I started by taking pictures of some tulips and daffodils. I couldn’t see what Mitsuba was doing since I was concentrated on taking the pictures.
The school had announced that there’s a competition in which the student with the best photograph gets to be posted on the school paper along with credit for next year. Though I wasn’t interested in many other competitions the school had, I was instantly hooked on this one since I was in the photography club and because Mitsuba could join me, making this less lonely.
At some point, I started taking pictures of the big trees surrounding the garden area we were in. I also started to take pictures of the light blue sky. White fluffy clouds making unique shapes in the sky. As I was getting lost in thought, I felt a butterfly perch itself on my nose. I smiled softly at the small creature’s action.
Suddenly I heard a way too familiar clicking sound. I turned to the sound as the butterfly flee off to its new destination. Mitsuba was holding his camera in a position that made it seem as if he just took a picture. “Huh, what picture did you take,” I asked him. He simply smiled, “A good one, you’ll see soon enough,” though I was a hit confused I decided to leave it alone.
After a while, I got a few good shots that I could pick out. “Are you ready to go back,” Mitsuba asked. I nodded and put the camera strap around my neck. As we got back to the photography club, I started skimming through my photos to see which ones I was going to pick out. As I was looking, I stopped on a picture Mitsuba I had jokingly taken.
It was him facing his side with wind flowing through his hair and pulling back his scarf slightly. I smiled and decided that it was going to be one of the pictures I was going to choose. I decided to pick five total pictures, so I asked Mitsuba for advice. “Hey Mitsuba, can you pick four pictures from my camera roll,” I said. He nodded and took the camera out of my hands.
With him doing that, I decided to look through his pictures. It wasn’t the first time I did it, we switched cameras constantly. I started to look through the pictures, admiring them. Mitsuba always had a good eye for photography. For example, there were some photos of butterflies flying through the air. Others were leaves blowing perfectly.
One had me smiling at the butterfly perched on my nose. Wait what? I backed up a few pictures to see the picture that surprised me. It captured the moment I had just 30 minutes ago. The photo position was perfect, taking in my expression very well. I walked up to Mitsuba once again. “So this was the picture you were talking about,” I smiled showing him his camera.
His face broke out in pink blush. “Yeah,” he mumbled. “I think the picture took in the moment very well, but why did you take a picture of me,” I asked him confused. “You were the perfect shot,” he said without hesitation. I felt flustered by his words and grinned. “I took a picture of you too,” I said taking my camera from him to show him.
He looked at the picture for a few moments. “I know it’s not as good as yours-,” before I could finish my sentence he interrupted me. “It’s good, I like it,” I nodded and looked into his eyes. He repeated my action and we stood like that for a few seconds. That was before I hugged him. I felt him hug me back without delay. I pulled back and smiled brightly at him.
He smiled softly at me and took back his camera, giving me mine at the same time. “Well let’s get these pictures made if we want to have a chance in the competition,” with that he walked to the other side of the room. I was about to follow behind him when a train of thoughts distracted me. He called me a good example in his picture.
Now Mitsuba wasn’t one to compliment, he’d insult and point out flaws, but it was different in this situation. He didn’t even say it in a sarcastic manner, it was a genuine compliment. From a few feet apart, I could also tell he was flustered based on his movement. Heh, funny to think photography brought us this close.
Breakfast with Yoosung
Pairing: Yoosung Kim x Reader
Summary: Mornings with Yoosung are very loving. Especially when he’s making pancakes for both of you.
I could feel myself arising from my sleep as I smelt a delicious aroma in the air. After a few minutes of lying down, I decided to get up, wanting to empty my bladder. After doing my morning routine, I decided to check out the sweet odor I’d smelled earlier. As I stepped into the kitchen I saw Yoosung humming a tune to himself wearing an apron and cooking something.
I smiled to myself at the sight. Quietly, I snuck up behind him and hugged his back. I could feel him slightly jump. I giggled a bit at his reaction, though it was a bit muffled by me stuffing my face into his shirt. He calmed down and breathed a sigh of relief, from what I could tell. “Honey, you scared me,” he said. “Sorry,” I apologized.
I then unwrapped my arms and stood by his side instead. I finally realized that he was making pancakes. I beamed in excitement since I hadn’t had his pancakes in quite some time. As I was about to say something I turned to him and took in his appearance. Calm purple eyes, his lips curved into a soft smile, some of his blonde hair clipped back for it not to fall on his face.
I smiled in adoration, and he unsurprisingly noticed. “You look adorable when you look like that,” he praised. “You also look adorable with your ‘#1 Cook’ apron,” I lightly teased. He blushed at my words and brought his face closer to mine. I leaned in and connected our lips. We stayed like that, letting our lips move on our own.
Euphoria was sparked with the soft romantic kiss. As I was going to move closer I smelt a burning scent. I assumed Yoosung smelt the same burning smell as he backed away from the kiss. I then realized that the burning smell was an unfortunate pancake that was burnt in the pan. Yoosung gasped at the sight and I turned down the heat to the stove.
He lifted the pan and scraped off the burned pancake to throw it in the trash. He proceeded to put the pan and spatula in the sink. He sighed in relief and turned to me. “Well that was a bad idea,” he laughed. “Yeah, well at least you made a few before that unfortunate soul of a pancake,” I playfully pouted. He nodded and got out two plates.
I started to put forks, napkins, and syrup on the table. I got out juice and poured it into two cups. A few moments later Yoosung put the plates down on the table. We both sat down across from each other. I drizzled syrup on my pancakes, making them sweetly soggy. As we ate breakfast we talked about random things like LOLOL, school, and the RFA.
At some point, he reached for my hand and held it in the middle of us on the side of the table. Even after both of us finished eating, we kept talking. Though at one point I stood up to wash the dishes, since they would get sticky with the syrup, making them harder to wash. As I was doing that, I felt his arms wrap around me.
He peppered kisses on my neck and the side of my face. I grinned happily, normally I was the one initiating this kind of assertive affection, but it made me happy on how he was opening up with more endearment. “I love you,” I heard his muffled voice vibrating as he stuffed his face into my neck. I finished the dishes and dried my hands.
With that, I turned around and hugged him back. “I love you too,” I said bringing him closer to me. I felt his smile forming in my neck. We started rocking side by side, hugging each other tightly. He started to hum quietly and I closed my eyes, completely relaxing. Mornings with Yoosung could never go wrong no matter what.
Okay, so I’m going to make my writing more gender neutral, because it’s unfair for me to only use she/her pronouns (absolutely no hate to the writers who only use those pronouns) when some of my followers go by other pronouns.
And i know that many other people on tumblr use different pronouns. So i’ll try my best to use they/them pronouns to the best of my ability. The one thing I don’t know if I’ll change to they/them pronouns is my Spiral fanfiction. I’ll think about it though. But that’s all I had to say, so bye!
Not me wanting to change my navigation post theme again💀
Question, do you guys like the current gifs I put or should I change some of them?
Since I changed my blog style a bit, im thinking about changing my writing style just a tiny bit to make it more aesthetically pleasing
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Toilet Bound Hanako-Kun
Bongou Stray Dogs
Feitan + Tea Prompts
Feitan + Coffee + Russian Caravan Tea
coffee - do they get jealous easily? how do they show it?
He does get jealous quite easily. He’d feel as if his s/o is replacing him with another person. He’d start to get more distant with his s/o to see if it proved his theory. When his s/o starts noticing his behavior, he’d dismiss it. Though at the end of the day, his s/o will always reassure him, and that satisfies him.
russian caravan tea - how experienced are they with relationships?
He has no experience. I mean, even before the phantom troupe, he was known as nobody in Meteor City. During the phantom troupe, he can’t afford to start relationships if they’re not in the same group as him. Therefore his s/o would be one of the first people to see his lovable side.
This isn’t fair…
Pairing: Osamu Dazai x Reader
Summary: It’s been two months since you’ve seen daylight. You were desperate, so Dazai tries to take care of your feelings…in his own way.
⚠️Warnings: Imprisonments, yandere behavior, manipulation, toxic behavior⚠️
I held my shirt tightly, trying to find some sort of stress relief. Two months. It’s been two months since I’ve seen the Sun. Dazai always kept the blinds shut, and the one time I tried to open them, well let’s just say that I still had scars from it. Nevertheless, I started to give into despair.
Even if it were just for a few minutes. Yet the happy thoughts brought me back towards the man that was mere feet away from me. I stared at Dazai as he laid on the couch with his eyes closed. “What is it Y/N, I can feel you burning holes into my head,” he asked. “I want to go outside,” I said without hesitation.
He opened his eyes and turned his head towards me. A smirk made its way onto his face “You haven’t been good for me,” he spoke. “So until you start behaving for me, you’ll stay here,” he voiced. “I have been good, it’s been two months since I’ve seen the sun, please,” I uttered, feeling my chest get tighter with frustration and misery.
He stood up and proceeded to sit next to me. He cupped my face gently, “My belladonna, if you want to go outside, then you have to act better, you don’t always get what you want,” his voice sounded so gentle yet stern. I tried to push him off, not wanting to get more tangled up with him. Yet every light push I made, he held me tighter.
“This is what I’m talking about,” I heard him say. Finally, I gave in, leaning my face into his chest and with that, he engulfed me into a hug. “This isn’t fair,” I croaked out with the corner of my eyes starting to water. “Life isn’t fair, belladonna, it never was,” I heard him mumble out the last part. I leaned in closer, now hugging back.
How could I feel comfort in a man who had forced me here against my own will? A man who has manipulated me many times, yet I realized too late. Why him? “I’ll take you outside in a week,” his voice broke my thoughts. I instantly lifted my head to look at his face. “Really,” I mumbled, he nodded and smiled.
“Yeah, just be patient for a week,” he said leaning in closer to kiss me. I let him, thinking his words were true. Yet, as expected Dazai lied, again. Why hadn’t I noticed before that he was only trying to quiet me down to make it easier for him? The answer is simple, I was emotional, trying to care for my feelings, meanwhile, Dazai took advantage of it.
#written by terra - everything
#sincerely terra - all of oneshots/fics
#engraved with tenderness - fluff
#engraved with aspiration - hurt/comfort
#engraved with obsession - yandere
Some of these tags were inspired by @/teesumu, go follow her <3
it was recently brought to my attention that a blog by the name of @/trstuffs has plagiarized my takemichi x reader fic. they’ve denied all accusations and they refuse to delete it, even after others have tried to reason with them. it would mean a lot to me if everyone reblogged this for exposure because i don’t want this happening to other amazing writers!!!
I went to her blog to see if she was actually owning up to her actions, turns out she wasn’t, but I did notice that she was telling people to kill themselves so uhhh @trstuffs do better and have common sense respect towards people
The chapstick looks nice on you…
Pairing: Lawrence x Reader
Summary: When you refuse to eat, Lawrence tries to find ways to make you eat. This leads to him buying you some chapstick so your lips won’t be as dry.
⚠️Warnings: Yandere behavior, imprisonments, toxic behavior, self starvation, manipulation, mention of force feeding⚠️
“Okay, come on, let me help you up,” I heard Lawrence’s voice as he lifted me. He was trying to get me to eat. He’s been trying to do so for the past two days, but he only pushed lightly. But now, he was more serious. He had been getting more concerned about my health.
He carried me to a foldable table and put me down. He then proceeded to grab my favorite bag of chips shaking it in front of me. “Y/N, I need you to stay healthy, you could get sick easier and that wouldn’t be okay,” he said, opening the bag of chips.
He then put the chip at my lips, patiently waiting for me to eat me. When I didn’t, he looked at me confused. “Why won’t you eat,” he asked sadly. “Please just eat something, I want you to be yourself again, like how you were before,” he said grabbing my hands.
“You mean, how I was before you killed my friends,” I asked bitterly. He shifted uncomfortably, but spoke up, “They weren’t your friends, they were people who were you using you to their advantage,” he said gripping my hands tighter. He then switched his gaze towards my lips.
Letting go of one of my hands, he reached out to touch my lips. I winced as his thumb came in contact. He rubbed them and looked into my eyes again. “Do your lips hurt,” he asked me with soft eyes. I didn’t respond, only rubbing my thumb against my lips. They felt jagged and dry.
I frowned a bit, but that seemed to spark Lawrence’s attention. “I’ll go get you some chapstick, how about that,” he smiled. That smile, that dangerous smile. He then picked me up again and set me down of some blankets I had been sleeping on, sort of a makeshift bed to be more comfortable.
“Stay here for a while, I won’t be gone for more than half an hour,” he said leaning forward to kiss my head. He stood up and exited the basement, not before locking the door behind me. He never forgets to lock it, even when he’s here, he locks it sometimes depending on how I act towards him.
Knowing I wouldn’t be able to fall asleep, I flipped over on my back to stare at the ceiling. I hadn’t seen the actual sky for months. Lawrence never lets me out no matter the circumstance. I reached for the water bottle next to me and took a sip out of it. My throat felt better after the water running down it.
Twenty minutes later, I heard the basement door open. I rolled my eyes and sat up on my makeshift bed. He walked towards me, reaching into his pocket. He got out a strawberry chapstick. He opened it and gently grabbed my chin. I flinched away before he grabbed it again, only a bit more forceful.
He carefully applied the chapstick, he didn’t say a word, but his expression looked calm. After finishing he backed up a bit to see. “The chapstick looks nice on you,” he smiled sweetly and hugged me. I returned the hug hesitantly when I felt him hug tighter. He pulled away and brought up something.
“So are you going to eat now,” he asked with a questioning expression. “Y/N, this is your last chance before I stuff food in your mouth,” he threatened. “Okay I’ll eat,” I said, not wanting to be force-fed by him. His smile widened and he brought back the bag he had opened before. He gave it to me and watch me intensely.
Slowly, I brought a chip to my mouth and bit down. I looked up to see Lawrence’s face and he looked in awe. Soon enough I finished the bag. “See that wasn’t so hard was it, it just took a few baby steps, but that’s okay,” Lawrence said. I nodded, a bit scared at his old comment. “Yeah it wasn’t that bad,” I said quietly.
“Just make sure it doesn’t happen again, because next time, I’ll only give you one warning,” he said. His words sent a shiver down my spine, he was being more strict. In his eyes, he saw this as misconduct so therefore he had to correct it himself before it got way more out of hand. What am I going to do now?
You’re not a bad person…
Pairing: Itona x Reader
Summary: After wrapping a bandanna around Itona’s head he wakes up surprised. The two of you have a heartfelt conversation, in which you reassure him that he isn’t a bad person.
I wrapped the bandana around his head, tying it gently. He was still passed out, but this would ensure he wouldn’t suddenly try to attack us. Poor boy, whatever that man did to him must’ve been cruel. As I was thinking, I felt him move around.
As he woke up he rubbed his eyes. When he saw me sitting next to him his eyes widened. “Hey, how are you feeling,” I asked nicely trying to make him feel more comfortable. “I feel weird,” he said slowly, reaching to rub his head.
He was a bit surprised when he felt the bandanna. “W-who?” He asked confused. “I wrapped it,” I said smiling. He nodded at me, so I took it as a sign of gratitude. “Why am I here,” he asked, now nonchalantly. “Koro Sensei saved you,” I responded.
“You don’t have to worry about that guy anymore, Koro Sensei won’t let anything happen to you,” I reassured any of the concerns that could be flowing in his head. “Why did you tie a bandanna on my head though,” he asked.
“Well Koro Sensei couldn’t take off your tentacles yet, so it’s preventing them from coming out,” I responded. “Why can’t he take them off,” he asked a bit confused. “Well, he said something about you having to let go,” I replied.
“Oh,” Itona simply said. He then slouched his shoulders and sighed. “Are you okay,” I asked a bit concerned in case he felt any pain. “I’m a bad person, I tried to kill your teacher and even hurt you and your classmates, all of you should hate me,”
My eyes widened at his statement. “You’re not a bad person,” I said. He turned to face me. “It’s not your fault for what you did, you couldn’t help it,” I consoled him. He huffed, “Maybe you’re just stupid because I’d be mad if I were you,” he said.
“Hey!” I felt a tad bit offended at his comment. “Look Itona, none of us hate you, well maybe Teresaka has a grudge against you, but it’ll go away easily,” I continued. “And for the record, Koro Sensei is also your teacher,” he still had his blank stare.
“Mm, I guess,” he hummed. “Your name is Y/N, right,” he asked. “Yeah I’m Y/N, nice to officially meet you this time,” I said. “I’m guessing you knew my name since you went through Koro Sensei’s stuff,” he nodded at me. “Yeah, I remembered you,”
“Thanks for the bandanna,” he said. “It’s no problem,” I replied. “Are you ready to talk to the others,” I asked standing up. He hesitantly nodded and stood up as well. “Just remember, you’re not a bad guy, you’re good,” I said. He nodded and followed behind me as we walked to our classmates.
I’m sorry for being a meanie…
Pairing: 707 x Reader
Summary: Arguments happen between couples, but this one specifically made you exceptionally sad. With the help of Saeran, Saeyoung apologizes for his harsh words.
“I don’t know why you’re being irrational about this,” Seven said with a bitter tone. “I’m not Saeyoung, you’ve been tiring yourself nonstop for weeks now,” I exclaimed, still trying to make my point. Seven had been working incessantly, having almost no breaks, and essentially ignoring me throughout.
“Yes you are, I’ve been busy with my job and you’re just a distraction,” he hissed. I was a bit taken aback by his words but stood my ground. “You call me a distraction, yet I’ve stayed out of your way and you’ve been ignoring me throughout,” I said clenching my fists.
He laughed sarcastically, “Oh please, don’t act as if you haven’t been clinging onto me lately,” he rubbed his face. “The only times I cling onto you is at night, in which sometimes, you’re barely in bed for two hours,” I said. Suddenly he sat up straight and looked at me.
“Have you ever thought that the reason why I’m not with you is that I don’t want to be around you,” he said as his eyes bore into me. I stepped back at his comment. I felt my chest tighten up and tears start to form in my eyes.
“You know what, you’re right, I’ll just stay out of your way,” I said walking to the bedroom Seven and I
unfortunately share. I felt myself sink on the bed, rethinking the argument. His behavior was just unfair.
*3rd Person POV*
Saeran peeked out of his door, as Y/N retrieved to the bedroom she and his brother shared. Unbeknownst to the couple, Saeran had heard the whole argument. He mentally cursed his brother for treating you this way. He waited a few seconds before exiting his room.
Saeyoung didn’t notice his younger twin at first, only rubbing his eyes. It wasn’t until Saeran kicked his leg that he noticed. “What is it Saeran,” Saeyoung asked, trying to be there for his brother even if he felt horrible. “Go apologize to them,” Saeran said.
“What,” Saeyoung asked confused. “They didn’t deserve you treating them like this,” Saeran said. Saeyoung sighed, “Just give them some time to come out of the room and I’ll apologize to her,” this time Saeran kicked his leg harder. “Ow Saeran” “You’re being mean to them, when all they want to do is care for you,” Saeyoung thought for a minute.
Saeran wasn’t wrong. All you’ve done is care for his health. You’ve stuck with him throughout everything, and yet he treats you like nothing. He then got up, deciding to put his pride aside and give you a formal apology. “You’re welcome,” Saeran mumbled as Saeyoung walked towards the bedroom.
I was lying in bed curled up with blankets wrapping around me. Suddenly I heard the door open and I immediately knew who it was. Since I was facing the opposite side of the door, I didn’t see Seven’s expression. I felt the bed dip and a familiar presence became aware to me.
Almost as soon as he got on the bed he wrapped his arms around me. I immediately tried to squirm out but felt his arms wrap tighter. “Just hear me out, if you don’t want me to touch you afterward then I’ll understand,” he said pulling my back into his chest even closer.
“I’m sincerely sorry, I’ve been so terrible with you when all you’ve done is help me. I’m sorry for treating you like garbage,” he said. “You were mean,” I whispered. “Yeah I have been and I want to apologize for that,” he sounded sincere. I smiled a bit, rubbing his arm softly.
“Do you forgive me,” Seven asked quietly. “You owe me pancakes for breakfast,” I teased. He snorted “I can try to make them, but there’s no guarantee that they won’t be burned,” I laughed softly. “Just don’t do it again, I mean it,” I spoke seriously.
“I know, I know,” he said. “Okay, I’m just warning you,” I said. “I’m sorry for being a meanie,” he said in a jokingly tone. I laughed and turned around so that I could be facing him. I then took off his glasses and put them on my nightstand.
“I love you Y/N,” he said in a serious tone. “Love you too,” I responded. “I promise that I won’t act like that anymore,” he said seriously. I nodded and hugged him. He stuffed his face into my neck blowing raspberries. Oh, Saeyoung my beloved.
I gave you this because I like you…
Pairing: Feitan Portor x Reader
Summary: After giving Feitan a gift, he interrogates you on the reason of the sudden gift.
“Feitan!” I called as I skipped towards him. He turned towards me with an annoyed expression in his eyes. “What,” he grumbled sighing as I sat next to him. “Here,” I handed him the bag I was carrying. He looked at me with a confused and questioning expression.
“Open it,” I said with a loving expression. He sighed once again before opening it. He simply looked at the object inside. “You got me snow globe,” he questioned. I nodded and smiled. “It’s a Yorknew snow globe!” I exclaimed happily.
He picked up the snow globe carefully and shook it. The snow scattered around before falling back down. I tried to see his expression as best as I could, but it was tricky when he had his mask on and his eyes were blank. “Do you like it,” I asked hesitantly, a bit nervous at what he would say.
He turned to me and simply blinked. He then squinted his eyes and brought his face closer to mine. I felt my face getting hot at the action. “Why you gift me this,” he asked suspiciously. “Huh what do you mean,” I asked confused. “You want something in return,” he said.
I immediately shook my head a bit upset at his outburst. “No Feitan! I swear,” I put up my hands in defense. He eyed me intensely for what felt like hours, in which it was only a minute. He backed away, not saying anything else. He then shook the snow globe again.
Feeling a bit awkward I didn’t say anything else. So much for Phinks plan. “Get him something unique,” his words replayed in my head. “Yes,” I heard Feitan suddenly say. I turned to him surprised and confused. “What,” I questioned.
“You asked if I like snow globe,” Feitan said nonchalantly, contrasting his behavior from minutes ago. I smiled a bit and turned to face him. He looked at me back and placed the snow globe between us. “But why you gift me this,” he asked.
“Uh, it’s just a gift since I consider you a friend,” I tried to make an excuse to hide my real reason. He raised an eyebrow and squinted his eyes. “So why not give it to others or even the boss,” he said with a teasing tone.
“I thought of you when I saw it,” I said, continuing with my excuse. “You saw Yorknew and thought of me,” he asked confused. “Well yeah, because you were a big part of stealing from the auction,” I said thinking I could get away from this conversation.
“Franklin and Shizuku were there,” he said still not buying my excuse. I sighed finally giving in. “Okay fine, that’s not the real reason,” I said slouching my shoulders. “I know you lied,” Feitan said. “So tell me truth,” he continued crossing his arms.
“Promise me you won’t insult me or make fun of me,” I said already nervous. “No promise,” Feitan said immediately. “Feitan,” I pleaded. He sighed before thinking for a few moments. “I’ll try,” Feitan said almost desperately.
“I gave you this because I like you,” I said hesitantly shifting uncomfortably. It was silent for a few seconds until Feitan said “Wǒ yě xǐhuān nǐ,” (I like you too) I looked at him and blankly stared in bewilderment. “Is that you making fun of me in Chinese,” I asked.
“You’re stupid,” he said in a teasing voice. “Huh, so what did you say,” I asked confused. “Figure it out,” he said getting up, grabbing the snow globe. “Wait tell me!” I exclaimed about to get up before he pushed me down. “Figure it out,” he repeated. With that, he walked off with his gift.
Instead of chasing after him, I stayed as thoughts started to run through my head. Well he didn’t reject me, did he? I should get a dictionary, or ask someone who knows Chinese. As I kept thinking I felt a hand on my shoulder. “So did it work,” I heard Phinks voice. “I don’t know,” I responded.
(A/N: I’m really sorry if what I wrote in Chinese is wrong, I just looked it up on a translator again. I also apologize for not updating as much.)
Chapter Five- Evocation
Word Count: 1,117 words
Summary: Dreams can be weird sometimes. Some can include flying or falling. Or in your situation, it’s a flashback from someone you just can’t forget yet remember.
Other Notes: This was a filler chapter because I’m still planning out the other chapters. But I actually liked this one since it has some backstory.
Fourth of July. That was the day I met him. I was 10 years old at the time. He was 11. I was wearing a dark blue dress. He was wearing a pastel blue button-up shirt along with black trousers. The way we met was a mere coincidence.
It was evening, and my brother took me to a park so we could have fun and then see the fireworks. The street lamps were already on and some kids already had sparklers lit. I was beside my brother sitting on a bench humming to myself.
Suddenly I saw a butterfly flying by. It then stood on my hand which was on my lap. I smiled softly. As quick as it came as quick did it start to fly away. I stood up and started to follow the butterfly. “Hey Y/N, don’t go too far,” I heard my brother yell at me.
It kept flying away from me, not taking any breaks. By this point, I was full-on jogging. Out of the corners of my eyes, I could see people running around and lighting sparklers. Suddenly I felt my foot get stuck behind the other one causing me to tumble down.
“Ouch,” I winced as my knees and hands collided with the ground. “Hey! Are you okay!” I heard someone exclaim. I looked and saw a tan boy with dark hair holding a hand to help me up. I grabbed his hand and he helped pull me up. “Thank you,” I said still trying to keep my balance.
“You should be more careful,” the boy said. “Yeah, thanks again for helping me,” I said about to walk away until I felt a stinging pain in my right knee. I hissed and looked down. I scraped my knee and blood trickled down from my wound. “Woah be careful,” he said grabbing my arm and leading me to a bench.
“Wait here, I’ll get some paper towels from the restroom,” he said walking off. Not wanting to be rude, I simply waited. He came back fairly quickly with wet paper towels and also dry ones. He then crouched down in front of me and gently started to clean my scraped knee. He looked so concentrated.
He soon finished and reached for something in his pocket. He got out a big bandaid and placed it on top of my knee. “You always bring bandaids with you,” I teased. He stood up to his normal height. “You never know when this could happen,” he said smiling.
I then stood up carefully, not wanting to put much pressure on my right knee. “Thanks a lot,” I said smiling. As I was about to walk away he said, “Wait!” Grabbing onto my forearm. My eyes widened a bit at the action but I calmed down quickly. “What’s your name,” he asked. “Y/N L/N,” I said shrugging his hand off.
“What’s yours,” I asked him. “… Emmerson,” I couldn’t hear his first name. Why can’t I hear it? He clearly said it but I couldn’t hear it. As I was left confused I felt myself drifting. What’s happening? Black smoke started to cover me though it didn’t make me cough it just simply seeped in. I closed my eyes trying to figure out what was happening.
As I opened my eyes I was back to my adult self. I then saw the same boy sitting on the same bench from moments ago. I don’t know what’s happening. I then saw younger me. Younger me? I saw the younger me going to sit next to the boy. I simply watch, not knowing what to do.
“How have you been,” Younger me asked the boy. “Not good, I haven’t been good since my dad died,” the boy said. “I came here to talk to you about something,” Younger me said. The boy hummed turning to face the ground. “I’m moving,” suddenly the boy snapped his gaze towards younger me. “What why,” He said with wide eyes.
“My mom thinks it’s better for us,” Younger me said. “She doesn’t know anything,” the boy snapped. Younger me looked at him with wide eyes. “Sorry,” the boy quietly said. “When are you moving?” He asked. “In about a week, Mom made a sudden decision, but my brother is staying to study here,” Younger me said.
“I wanted to say goodbye to you since we still have to pack everything.” “So this is it,” the boy asked with a few cracks in his voice. “I’ve known you for a year and you’ve become one of my best friends so please don’t forget about me,” Younger me said giving the boy a side hug.
“Yeah likewise,” he said. “I have to go, I don’t want to cry,” Younger me said standing up. “Hold on,” the boy stood up and grabbed younger me’s arm. “Here,” he said placing a bracelet in younger me’s hand. “So you won’t forget me,” he said. “When did you have time to make this,” “I’ve had some time on my hands, plus I made it bigger you can wear it in the future,” he said.
Younger me hugged him tightly. The boy hugged her back even more tightly. “Please don’t forget me,” he said. “Never, you’re my friend,” Younger me said. With that, they both let go of each other. Younger me smiled, “Be seeing you,” with that, the black smoke started forming.
Oh no, I don’t want to go through this again. I closed my eyes once again. “Y/N,” I heard my name. I recognized this voice. “Y/N,” the voice repeated my name. Still closing my eyes, I only heard the voice and a cool breeze. The voice repeated itself, “Y/N!”
With that, I opened my eyes. Except this time I was in Zeke’s car. “You okay,” William asked me turning around to see me in the backseat. I nodded confused on why I wouldn’t be okay. “You were shivering in your sleep,” Zeke looked at me through my rearview mirror.
“I’m okay, I just had a weird dream,” I said rubbing my forehead. I then realized the cool breeze I felt was Zeke’s AC turned on to the max. “You wanna talk about it,” William asked. “Um it was kind of an evocation,” I sighed. “You mean a flashback,” Zeke inquired. “It’s the same thing, Zeke,” I said smiling.
“Well pardon me for not knowing s*itty vocabulary,” he said. I laughed at his comment. William smiled at us. That’s when I noticed that we were pulling up to a sketchy place, most likely apartments. Oh no, don’t tell me this is the place. My mind can’t help but wander back to my dream. What was that boy’s name?
Ok so a lot of people prefer either black haired anime boys or blonde anime boys. And then there’s me: the one who prefers red haired anime boys. Allow me to present:
I know Shoto is technically half red haired, but he counts!! But this doesn’t mean that I don’t love other characters with black or blonde hair. I just prefer red haired boys overall.
Chapter Four- Fingers
Word Count: 1,860 words
Summary: After trying to do some digging to help you with Boz’s case, nothing comes up. Another little box shows up with an USB. There might be another victim. That victim is the same person who pulled the trigger and killed an innocent person.
“I’ve been staring at this s*it for five hours, I don’t even look at p**n that long,” Zeke said cracking his neck tiredly. “Okay I’m out, what’s next,” William said throwing a crumpled paper at the trashcan. “Check the Digital Forensics and see if anyone in Boz’s phone log has a black SUV,” I said rubbing my eyes, tired at looking at my notebook.
As I said that William grabbed his phone and tried turning it on. It was out of battery from what I could tell. He stood up, “My phone is dead, you got a charger,” he asked the other detectives in which they shook their heads no. “Y/N, do you have a charger,” he walked over to me, “Nope, left it at home and I also forgot my phone as well,” I said a bit frustrated. “Your phone’s dead, what are you a little girl,” Zeke teased him.
“Let me borrow your phone, shut up,” William said as Zeke handed him his phone. “Don’t drain my battery watching Twilight,” said Zeke. I cringed at his joke before returning to my work. I saw Drury and O'Brien waking in. I noticed since Drury grabbed John Kramer’s photo that was beside me, and I saw O'Brien with a file. “Glad to see you joined us,” Zeke said to the pair. “You two think this is related to John Kramer,” Drury asked both of us.
“We sent some pictures to the feds, we’ll see what happens,” Zeke answered. “How are we on surveillance,” Angie walked in. “Please tell me the $20 million the city spent got us something,” Angie said with slight desperation in her voice. “Drury, take the show,” I said to him. He started to talk about how two cameras were scrubbed through yet no facial recognition and how two cameras showed where Kraus and Fitch were.
The name of Fitch being brought up made a shiver go up my spine. I don’t have a good feeling about this. At this point, almost all of the detectives left, leaving Zeke, William, Drury, and me left. “I got s*it to do, I’m out,” Drury said grabbing his laptop. “What’s his deal,” William asked us with an annoyed expression. “Just some crooked bastard that doesn’t care about anything,” I told him crossing my arms. He laughed at my statement.
“Let’s just call it a night,” Zeke tiredly said. “You sure,” William asked. “Yeah go home, go see your kid,” Zeke said to him. “What’s your boy’s name,” Zeke asked. “Charlie,” William responded standing up correctly from his slanted posture. “Charlie,” Zeke repeated. “Alright I’ll put him down and come right back,” William said. “No, no, no, I’m not going to be here, I’m meeting my dad for dinner, gonna go over the case,” Zeke told him.
“What about you Y/N,” William asked me. I got up from my chair stretching my arms. “I’m gonna go home and stay with my cat I won’t be here,” I said grabbing my coat. “Okay,” William said grabbing his backpack. “By the way,” I waited for him to turn around before continuing. “You did a good job today,” I smiled. “Thanks,” he said smiling before leaving.
As I looked at Zeke, he gave me a smirk. “You like him,” he whispered to me. I shook my head, “No! I met the guy days ago, I just made amends for being bi**hy with him on his first day,” I rolled my eyes. “Okay okay,” he shrugged. I was about to exit the room, “Goodnight Zeke, good luck with your dad,” I smiled softly. He nodded, “Yeah night Y/N,”
I felt myself relax on my bed with Alastair cuddling next to me. As I was about to scroll through my phone I saw someone was calling me. It was William, oh yeah I forgot that I gave him my number just in case something happened. I answered the phone, “Hello,” I spoke. “Hey Y/N, how are you,” he said. “I’m okay, just laying here with Alastair, what are you doing,” I asked him.
“Nothing just watching Charlie sleeping,” I smiled before hearing him speak again, “I found out something particular about Boz,” he said. I sat up slightly nervous for what he was going to say “I’m listening,” I said. “Turns out, he was found lying on the stand in the courthouse,” William said. I sighed, “Have you told Zeke,” I asked him. “Yeah before calling you, I called him,” he replied. “So that’s most likely why his tongue was you know,” I said sighing before settling back down.
“Yeah, that can be a major part of it,” he said. “But anyway changing the subject, do you think Kraus and Fitch found something on the cameras,” he asked my opinion. “I don’t know, most likely not since they should have called in,” I replied rubbing my eyes. “We have to figure out who’s behind all of this before anything else happens,” I said. “Yeah, but I’m sure we’ll figure it out soon,”
“I hope you’re right William,” I said. “Well anyway, I have to go to sleep, I’ll see you tomorrow,” I yawned. “Yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow, have a good night Y/N,” with that I hung up. Maybe tomorrow we can get leads from Kraus and Fitch. For now, I’ll just pit my worries aside.
The next morning was the same as always. Normal. Well, as much as normal can be. I was talking to both of my partners, the three of us huddled up by William’s desk. Though, Fitch isn’t here. Although I found it a bit odd, I tried to divert my attention somewhere else. Just as we were talking, Officer Lewis came in.
“Banks, L/N incoming,” she said rushing to us with the same kind of box we’ve been receiving recently. My eyes widened as I heard Zeke say “On my desk, right now,” he frantically pointed at his desk as the other detectives looked up. “A courier brought it, we’re holding him for questioning,” she said as I started opening the box.
The other detectives along with Angie were now surrounding me looking at what was happening. I sighed as I took out a USB. “I don’t have a good feeling about this,” I mumbled before plugging it into Zeke’s computer. Before our eyes, was a big red spiral spray painted into a truck. It stilled there for a few seconds before cutting to a puppet in front of the truck. Specifically a pig puppet in a police uniform.
“Hello Detective Banks and Detective L/N. Salvation was offered but it was declined.” The same distorted voice from last time spoke. I scoffed in disbelief at what I was seeing and hearing. “This f**ker thinks he’s jigsaw, even got a doll this time,” O'Brien angrily said. “He’s a copycat taking this to an extreme,” I said. “I have a bone to pick with the police department and if you’re going to point fingers,” the voice said.
“12th street bridge. I know that place,” Angie said. “You should start by pointing them at yourselves,” the voice continued. “Geez that’s two blocks away,” Angie realized as she left the group. “Until you come clean, many more will die,” the voice finally said as people start leaving. The puppet then pointed his fake gun at us, shooting at the screen. Who the hell is this guy?
A few minutes later, we arrived at the place where the video was recorded. All of the officers got out of their cars, along with Zeke, William, and me. As I was about to walk to the truck, William said, “Be careful,” I nodded before slowly walking to the truck. I grabbed my gun before hesitantly opening the door. I jumped back a bit as a dead pig flopped down.
Though the pig scared me, I was at least glad it wasn’t a dead body. I then saw a box sitting on top of the glove box. I grabbed it before backing up from the truck. I then gave the box to Zeke, waiting for him to open it. He looked at me with a face I could only assume was reassurance. He opened the box and what we saw made me wince.
Fingers. Ten fingers to be more precise. They looked purple and swollen. “Oh no,” I heard O'Brien softly say. Besides the fingers was a badge that read 982. Fitch. “982, it’s Fitch,” Zeke said holding the badge. No wonder he wasn’t here in the morning. “Somebody call Kraus, we need to find out where Fitch was last at,” I said running a hand through my hair. As I said that O'Brien had already pulled out his phone.
Blood. That’s what it smelled like. I pinched my nose in disgust as I saw the crime scene. Fitch’s corpse lying in bloody water with a contraption on his head and all of his fingers missing. I walked away, not wanting to breathe in the stench anymore. “Hey Kraus, anything special about the bridge where we found the fingers,” William asked as he walked near Kraus.
“I was wondering the same thing,” I said. “It’s where he shot that kid, Jimmy Lincoln,” she sniffled. My eyes widened, I didn’t know he killed a person. I had heard rumors, but I didn’t expect it to be true. “Then how did you guys find out about this place,” Zeke interrupted my thoughts. “This guy, Benny Wrights who Boz was last seen with on July 4th,” she said.
“How the hell do you know who Boz was last with,” I interrogated. “We took it off a pawn shop feed in Stuart Point,” she responded sniffling softly. “And you didn’t tell us,” Zeke asked with annoyance in his voice. Kraus shook her head no, lowering her head with tears threatening to drip down her eyes. Angie then came up to us, “Who the f**k did this,” she said in a frustrated tone. “Somebody who has it out for the Metro PD, or maybe just for Fitch,” Drury said in a suspicious tone.
With that he looked at Zeke, “You trying to say something Drury” Zeke said, voice rising slightly. “What the hell is wrong with you Drury?” I asked him in a confused and angry tone. “You know what I’m saying L/N, your partner over there wouldn’t be shedding tears for Fitch,” he said to me. As Zeke was about to walk towards him, Angie stopped him. “Alright, alright come on Zeke,” she pulled him aside. “F**king a**hole” I heard him mumble.
“Hey, you okay,” I heard William ask me. “Yeah, just a bit agitated with Drury and the fact that we have another dead cop,” I sighed. “Don’t worry, we’re going to figure out who did this,” he assured me with a pat on my shoulder. I nodded and saw Zeke coming back. “So what now,” I asked him. “I have a plan,” he said before taking us to his car. Whatever Zeke has as a plan, better work. We don’t have much time considering the circumstances.
I promise that I won’t abandon you…
Pairing: Rire (My OC) x Reader
Summary: It’s been a week since you brought Rire to your home. Though you have to go to work tomorrow, Rire dislikes the idea. Therefore you make a promise with him.
⚠️Warnings: Past neglect, mentioning of ptsd (once)⚠️
Rire can be a bit picky. At first, I thought that he’d like any type of fish like tuna and sardines. What I didn’t know was that he only likes salmon. He has his personal schedule that consists of eating and sleeping.
Thankfully I had a week off of work, so I could be with Rire more time. Unfortunately, my week is almost over, I’m going back to work tomorrow. I don’t know how Rire will react, but he has to understand that I need to earn money to keep living this lifestyle. I was picking my clothes for tomorrow when Rire came up to me.
“What are you doing,” Rire asked, flopping down on the bed. “I have to work tomorrow so I’m getting my clothes ready,” I smiled at him. Suddenly his ears twitched and his expression turned sad. “What’s wrong Rire,” I asked concerned. “You’re gonna leave me?” I saw tears in his eyes.
“Aw no Rire, I’m just going to be away for a few hours that’s all,” I said hugging him. I felt his tears on my shirt as he sobbed into my chest. Does he have ptsd from his last owner? “Don’t leave,” he whispered. How could I tell him that I had to without making him cry?
Nighttime fell and I was getting ready for bed. I sighed and started thinking if I should take just one more day off…no I can’t. I can’t just stop going to work. I’ll just have to talk more seriously with Rire to help him understand why I needed to leave. When I got out of the bedroom I saw Rire playing with his tail.
I smiled at the sight and sat next to him. He immediately hugged me and rubbed his head into my chest. He always did this. “Please don’t leave,” his voice was muffled. Was he still thinking about this? I rubbed my hand up and down on his back. “We’ll talk about this tomorrow, it’s late,”
He nodded and I laid down. He immediately went to hug me from the back. I felt him grip me tighter his nails slightly digging in, not to hurt me but enough to cling onto me. As I was falling asleep, I could hear him slightly purring. He’ll be okay, it’ll only be a few hours.
I heard my phone ring, I turned over to grab it. It was my alarm to wake me up at 7 AM. I groaned in annoyance before turning back to Rire. He was wide awake, fluffy ears ruffled. “Good morning Rire,” I smiled at him. Instead of responding, he curled up closer to me.
“Rire I need to get up,” I said smiling at his behavior. “No, you don’t,” I heard him mumble. “Yes I do Rire, I have to provide for both of us,” I said stretching my arms. He furiously shook his head. “You’ll abandon me, just like the other ones,” I heard him sniffle. I frowned at his words.
“I won’t Rire, I’ll just be gone for a few hours that’s all,” I told him as he sat up to face me. “You’re lying, the last one ignored me and ended up leaving me behind,” he sobbed. I sighed, “I promise that I won’t abandon you,” I said sticking out my pinkie. With that Rire looked up.
He hesitantly brought up his pinky finger. “You promise,” he asked in a shaky voice. I nodded interlocking my pinky with his. “Promise,” I responded. With that Rire simmered down immensely, not whining and crying anymore. Although he still had a frown on his face.
As I was about to leave, still tying my shoes, Rire came up to me, “How long will you be gone for,” he asked fiddling with his nails. “I’ll be back by 5 o’clock, don’t worry,” I said. “But what about food,” he rushed his response as he saw me finishing tying my shoes.
“The food is in the fridge like normally Rire,” I smiled. He hugged me tightly, sighing deeply. I crouched down a bit to hug him back. “You’ll be fine Rire,” I said comforting him. He hesitantly pulled away before giving one last frown before heading to the couch. I left my house, a bit of sadness clung onto my heart.
You made me donuts…
Pairing: Hanako x Reader
Summary: You love to bake! It’s your favorite hobby so you decided to make Hanako-Kun a special treat. True, ghosts don’t really get hungry, but they have guilty pleasures and coincidentally, donuts are his.
I was heading towards the girls bathroom with a box in my hands. I was rapidly walking, excited to show Hanako-Kun what I made for him. Even though I bumped into a few people, I simply mumbled apologies before heading off. Finally I arrived to the first place I ever met him.
“Hanako-Kun,” I entered the bathroom. At first, I didn’t hear him, so I knocked on his stall. Suddenly I felt arms wrap around me tightly. “Y/N!” He cheered and let me go so I could face him. I smiled brightly, “Hanako-Kun, I made you something,” I handed him the box. He looked a bit confused but started opening the box regardless.
As he pulled off the ribbon he suddenly stopped. He then looked at me with a smug smile. “You made me a sweet didn’t you,” he asked. I jokingly gasped, “How did you know,” I asked. “Well I know that you bake all the time since you always smell like sugar and icing,” he said floating above me.
“Or it also is that the bottom of the box is slightly warm and that it smells sweet,” he said before returning to open the box. As he opened it, his face broke out in a red blush. “You made me donuts,” he turned to look at me with a small smile. I nodded gesturing for him to try it.
He did so, grabbing one of the plain donuts, smiling softly. Not every day where you can see this pervert smiling so delicately. He then put the box down on the counter and took a bite out of the donut. Next thing I knew he was bouncing on the walls. I squealed at his reaction.
“Hanako-Kun, calm down!” I exclaimed at his outburst. As I said that I could feel him hug me. “Thank you Y/N-San!” He thanked me too loudly for my liking. Either way, I hugged him back. “You’re welcome Hanako-Kun,” I smiled. “How’d you know that I like donuts,” he asked pulling back.
“You mention it every time I tell you about my baking, how could I forget,” I said. He hummed in response and went back to eating the donut. I smiled at the ghost boy enjoying his dessert. Maybe I should bake him more things in the future.
Chapter Three- Friends
Word Count: 1,608 words
Summary: Paying your respects for someone you care about is hard enough, but it’s harder when you have to ask their loved ones questions. As Zeke takes the responsibility to do that, William does his best to give you closure. Later on you get a visit from someone you know.
Other Notes: So I made the brother’s name “Oliver” because it was the first thing that popped into my head. I also made you have a cat, for later purposes…
We were heading to Kara’s house, all in formal clothing and with a big bouquet of flowers. I had the flowers in the back. While for the most part, we were quiet, thoughts buzzed in my head. I didn’t want to ask Kara anything with the state of mind she’s in. Could I ask Zeke to ask her by himself?
As we pulled up to the house I felt my stomach twist. Schenk helped me get out of the car since I had the big bouquet in my hands. “Zeke,” I called him and gave Schenk the flowers. Zeke looked back at me with a sad expression, “I feel bad for doing this, but can you ask Kara on your own, I can’t confront her like this,” I said looking down in embarrassment.
He sighed, “Ok just stay here with the rookie and I’ll handle it,” I thanked him, feeling a bit better. I knocked on the door and Kara opened it a few seconds later. “Y/N,” she hugged me immediately. I hugged her back and I felt her tears drop onto my shoulder. “Oh Kara, I’m so sorry,” I said as she sobbed. She then pulled back to hug Zeke.
“I don’t understand, what happened,” she cried. As I was about to console her, Zeke’s ex-wife popped up. “Kara, your mom is on the phone,” Lisa said before staring at us. “Yeah okay,” Kara said walking off. “Zeke, Y/N,” Lisa said crossing her arms. “Lisa,” Zeke said in a bitter tone. I just stared at her, not wanting to engage. “You ok, I texted you,” she said to Zeke.
“Yeah, I got it,” Zeke continued with his bitter tone. “Is Brian here,” he asked with a pinch of hopefulness. “No, my sister’s watching him,” I scoffed and rolled my eyes at her. “Your sister, so Rhonda gets to see my son, but I don’t,” Zeke said slightly frustrated. “Are we really gonna do this here,” she looked back at me. “No, not today,” Zeke said in a monotone voice.
“Hey I’m William,” Schenk waved his hand. “Stop,” Zeke said. Schenk just nodded clearly embarrassed. As Zeke was about to enter the house, he snatched the bouquet from Schenk’s hands. I sighed as the door shut. I sat on the porch stairs, Schenk followed my movement and sat across from me. “It must be hard,” he said. I nodded and looked at him. “How long did you know Boz for,” he asked. “Since I’ve been in the station, so around three years,” I said. He nodded.
“So you’re pretty young,” he said. “I’m 26, I’m not that young trust me,” I lightly laughed. “Yeah well I’m 27, so I guess we’re around the same age,” He smiled and looked at my wrist. “Where’d you get your bracelet, it looks worn out,” he asked. “It’s a long story,” I said sighing sadly at the memories. “We have time,” he said. I sighed, what could happen if I tell him? Nothing.
“A friend gave this to me 15 years ago,” I smiled remembering all of the memories from my childhood. “You’ve kept a bracelet for 15 years,” his eyes widened. “I didn’t use it for 15 years though, since he made it bigger than my wrist, I couldn’t use it without it falling off,” I responded. He nodded letting me continue. “So by the time I became an adult, I could finally use it without it falling off constantly,”
I looked at him. “You sort of remind me of him,” I said. He smiled and asked, “What happened to him,” I looked away and frowned. “I had to move away for personal reasons and I didn’t see him again when I came back six years later,” he nodded. “Do you have any pets to keep you company,” he asked. “Yeah a cat,” I said. “Oh really? What’s its name,” he asked. “His name is Alastair,” I said smiling at the thought of him.
I decided to move away from the conversation. “Look I’m sorry I was hostile towards you on your first day,” I said genuinely. “It’s fine, it’s understandable,” he said still smiling.
“You’re too nice, you shouldn’t have let me push you around,” I said. He just looked down. “Can I call you William,” I asked. “Yeah of course,” he smiled brightly. “So friends?” He held out a hand. I smiled and shook it. “Friends,” as I said that, the front door opened. I stood up and saw Zeke hugging Kara. I went to hug her one more time.
“Please take care Y/N,” she said with the same sad expression. “You too Kara, remember if you need anything, I’m here for you,” I pulled away from the hug. She nodded and sadly smiled. As we were going down the porch stairs, she called out to Zeke, “Zeke, he knew you were a good cop, you find out who did this” Zeke nodded. We headed towards Zeke’s car and I saw Kara go back in her house.
“What did she say,” I asked Zeke. “She gave me his devices and told me about a weird black SUV parked outside their house one night,” he responded, starting the engine. “Did she get a license plate,” I asked him. “No, but she said that Boz was yelling at the person inside,” he sighed. “Could the person be related to what happened to him,” William asked.
“Maybe, but we should look at his devices first to see if there was any insight on why a car would be outside their house,” I said. They both nodded. As we got back to the station, I decided to go home to check on Alastair. I told Zeke that I’d be back in about 35 minutes. He nodded and told me that he was also going to his apartment but was coming back to investigate more.
I grabbed my bag and started heading towards my car. I got into my car and started to drive. As I got into my apartment complex, I took the elevator. When I got to my door I realized it was unlocked. What. I immediately got out my pepper spray. I prayed that Alastair was alright and that no one harmed him. I did lock my door this morning right?
Or was I just being paranoid. As I opened the door I cautiously went in. What I didn’t expect to see was my brother watching TV in my living room with my cat in his lap. “What the hell Oliver!” I yelled at him. “Nice to see you too sis,” he turned around. “You can’t just barge in,” I lowered my voice a bit. “Yeah I can, you gave me the extra key when you moved in,” He said holding up the key.
“Still, why didn’t you tell me beforehand,” I asked heading into my kitchen. “It’s fun to surprise you,” he said standing up. I scoffed and started to look for some chips. “Oh, by the way, you’re out of chips I ate them,” he said. “You son of a-,” before I could finish my sentence he talked. “Anyways I heard about you being the lead detective along with Zeke in the new case,” I nodded at him.
“Are you nervous,” he asked me. “Nervous? No, why would I be,” I raised an eyebrow. “I mean being a lead detective to a big case can be nerve-wracking, I speak of experience,” I sighed before pinching the bridge of my nose. “Of course you had to mention yourself,” I said annoyed. “What can I say I am the star after all,” he said in an overconfident tone. “You were the star, not anymore,” I said still annoyed.
I picked up Alastair since he was purring against my leg. “You and that stupid cat,” he rolled his eyes. I clicked my tongue at him. “Are you heading back to the station,” he asked me. I nodded and told him that I just came to check on Alastair. “Good luck Y/N,” he put a hand on my shoulder. I nodded and put down Alastair. “How’s Daisy,” I asked him. “She’s doing fine living a regular dog life,” he smiled.
“I should be heading back now,” I said to him adding a bit of food to Alastair’s bowl. “You should come to visit me, sis, we’re family after all,” he said. “I’ll go to your house this weekend then,” I said to him. He nodded before hugging me. I was a bit surprised but returned the hug. After a few seconds, I pulled back. “Well, I’ll see you around Oli,” I smiled at my use of his nickname.
“Yeah I’ll see you later,” he said about to leave the apartment. “Oh and one more thing, no more breaking into my apartment,” I said. He rolled his eyes and mumbled under his breath, “Yeah yeah,” he exited my home and closed the door behind him. “See you tonight Alastair,” I cooed my cat. He situated himself on the couch stretching his limbs. I got into my car and started driving.
I sighed, thinking about what we have to investigate. Maybe we can find something useful, whether it be a suspicious name or the reason for Boz’s death. At least William helped me get closure in a calm way. I also have Zeke to rely on as he was also Boz’s friend. Truth be told, I am a bit nervous. Nervous that I’ll mess up and that other people will look down on me for making a mistake. But I’m not alone, and that’s the good thing about it.
Just finished ‘Killing Stalking’ guess who got an idea for a yandere prompt…
I just don’t know what character to use, any suggestions?
Chapter Two- Copycat
Word Count: 1,954 words
Summary: After discovering a ripped up corpse, you and Zeke receive a tiny box with an USB. There’s a Jigsaw copycat on the loose. You, Zeke, and William make it your responsibility to find out who murdered Boz.
Other Notes: Yes I made William ‘divorced’ since it’d be easier for Y/N and him to bond.
“Detective Banks en route to that 10-19, would that be north or south side of the street,” Zeke asked into the radio. “Northbound,” the woman responded. “Copy that,” Zeke said. “What are you doing,” he said to Schenk, he was holding a picture. “Oh it’s just family,” he replied. I leaned in a bit more to see. “This is my son, Charlie,” he continued with a smile. “Cute,” I simply said. “Enjoy it while it lasts,” Zeke said.
“While it lasts,” Schenk inquired. “Zeke,” I said, not wanting to hear about his ex-wife. “Nothing happier than the wife of a new detective and nothing more angry than the same b**ch 10 years later,” Zeke said ignoring me. “Well I’m divorced but it’s maybe because you call them b**ches,” oh so he’s divorced? Wonder how that happened. “I’m half Italian, trust me,” he said. “How did it happen,” I asked.
“What do you mean,” Schenk turned around to talk to me. “How did your divorce happen,” I asked more specifically this time. “I mean we didn’t have good communication so we just decided to cut it off,” he said. “Do you have a boyfriend,” he asked me. “Nah, I’ve been single for 11 months now,” I said slightly disgusted by the thought of my ex-boyfriend. Schenk made an ‘mmm’ voice. We continued talking until we got to the train station.
“So uh I’m guessing you’re divorced,” Schenk said to Zeke. “No, not yet, I’m going through a divorce, that’s even worse, it’s kind of like chemo,” Zeke said with a hint of sadness. “Shit sorry,” Schenk sympathetically apologized. “Sorry for what? We’re cops, the is the life we choose,” I nodded and gave in my opinion. “Highest divorce rate, highest suicide rate, the highest rate of domestic violence, but people need to have their justice,” Schenk nodded to my statement.
“Once you become part of the law you’re practically bound to die alone,” I continued. “You know my wife and I did counseling before we got divorced to work on communication,” Schenk said. He shouldn’t have said that to us, specifically Zeke. “Counseling? Yeah, that’s nice, my wife fu**ed the counselor,” Zeke said exactly what I thought he would say. “Fu** really?” “Yeah, women cheat too,” that is very true.
“Women cheat too, but here’s what happens,” Zeke continued. “Women cheat in the daylight, you can get away with a lot of s*it in the daytime,” he said. “Yeah you can ride a lot of d*ck before dusk,” his statement made me slightly laugh. We continued talking about divorce and breakups until we got to the area where the incident happened. Yellow tape was surrounding the area with forensic scientists taking pictures of the incident.
“What do we got,” I spoke to the officer in front of the yellow tape. “See for yourself,” he said to me with an attitude. I rolled my eyes and ducked beneath the yellow tape. “I’d watch yourself if I was you,” I mumbled. Suddenly I was confronted by a ripped apart corpse. I slightly shivered in disgust but reminded myself that I have to be used to see things like this. “Ugh,” Schenk said in a disgusted tone. “If you’re gonna throw up, don’t do it on the evidence,” Zeke said a bit surprised with the incident.
“Are you kidding me? I’ve been dreaming about this since I was 12 years old,” Schenk replied. What a weird thing to say. But I didn’t have time to think about it. I turned on my flashlight to see the scene a bit better. I don’t know what was worse. The smell of blood or the fact that something like this would happen. “You see a lot of TV sets in the subway,” Schenk’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts. I hadn’t even noticed that at first.
“We get everything down here,” Zeke said. We kept looking at the evidence, visibly disgusted by the situation. “This bum’s gonna be hard to identify,” “No too sure this is a bum, I don’t know a lot of bums trying to get their steps in” I replied. “Whoever this is is married and wears a fit bit,” Zeke added to my statement. Suddenly a cold shiver went down my spine. Fit bit? Boz wears a fit bit, he’s married, and I haven’t seen him at work all day. No, I have to be overthinking it. Boz is okay, I’m sure of it.
We were walking into the station again. We were sitting at our desks when an officer from the front came in to deliver a small packet. “This packet came in for both of you,” she said pointing at Zeke and me. “For us,” I questioned. She nodded and walked off. The packet simply read ‘Detective Banks and Detective L/N’ I didn’t recognize this handwriting though. As Zeke opened it he pulled out a small box. I stood up and went beside him to see what was happening better.
When Zeke pulled off the small string of twine, he put on some gloves for safety measures. “What is that,” Schenk asked leaning over a bit to see the view better. What Zeke pulled out was weird. A small USB box that simply read ‘PLAY ME’ in red marker. Zeke stood up and walked to Schenk’s desk. I followed his lead. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Fitch and Kraus peeking. Nosy bastards. “Woah what are you doing,” Schenk nervously asked as Zeke plugged in the USB.
“Don’t wanna f**k up our computers,” a video popped up. What I saw was a spiral. “Hello Detective Banks and Detective L/N, I’m here to help reform the Metro police, to remind them of their oath of the people of this city. One officer from your station refused to be reformed. He will not be the last to play my game.” A distorted voice said. What? Game?
“If that spiral is what I think it is,” Fitch said pointing to the computer. “Jigsaw,” Zeke said confused. “Wait I thought the Jigsaw killer was dead,” Schenk asked confused. “Yeah he is, but we might have a copycat on the loose here,” I said. “It’s gonna be a s*it show,” Fitch said. For once I agreed with him. “I recognize that building, it’s the courthouse,” Zeke said. “Let’s check it out,” I said grabbing my badge.
As we arrived at the courthouse we saw a very big red spiral. “What are you guys doing here,” Schenk asked. “Well we thought you three could use some backup,” Fitch said. “Of course you’re trying to leach off of us,” I said annoyed. I got closer to spiral, it looks spray painted. “Y/N, Zeke,” Schenk pointed to the window. The same kind of box that was sent in the package, except this time, it was bigger. I got on the window ledge and grabbed the box before giving it to Zeke. “What do we got here,”
What I saw next absolutely disgusted me. A tongue with a badge. “What the f**k is that,” Schenk asked. “Is that a tongue,” I heard Fitch say. Kraus backed off a bit, obviously disgusted. Zeke pulled out the badge that was on top of the tongue. It read ‘453.’ Boz. I felt myself getting a bit light-headed. What I wished wasn’t true was true. What I wished was only my paranoia came true.
“Circle up!” Angie called out to us. “Okay, here’s what we know,” she continued. “Dental records confirm it’s Boz,” she said sadly. I closed my eyes trying to hide the slight water in my eyes. “But look, we have to catch the son of a b**ch that did this, train conductor says he didn’t see much, says he saw Boz hanging in the air right before he hit the windshield. Says he thinks he saw Boz bleeding from the mouth badly,” she said. She continued talking. Who would do this to Boz?
“Someone needs to call Kara, his wife, to let him know,” Angie said. “Yeah I already called her,” Fitch said. What? Zeke and I turned to face him. “You called Kara,” Zeke asked annoyed. “Yeah,” Fitch said in a monotone voice. “Do you even know Kara,” I asked this time. “No” “Did you actually talk to her or did you text her, did you send an emoji? Is there a dead husband emoji?” Zeke said. “I talked to her a**hole,” Fitch said now annoyed. “Okay O’Brien’s got point,” Angie said.
“Really? O’Brien?” I said raising my voice slightly. “This is ours, Y/N, the rook and I were there at the crime scene first,” Zeke said. Angie stepped closer to him as a way to tell him to be quiet. “Now you’re a part of the team again Y/N and Zeke,” Fitch said. I turned around to face him. “Watch your mouth scarface,” I said pointing at his scar. “F**k you,” he said to me standing up. “No, f**k you,” Zeke helped me. “Come on you two,” O’Brien said trying to calm us down.
“When all of you motherf**kers were treating me like s*it, shooting me in my f**king back, Boz was my friend!” Zeke yelled. “Boz played with my kid, we went to games! Y/N even took care of their kid when both of them were working overtime!” Zeke yelled at Fitch. “F**k her? No f**k you,” he pointed at Fitch. With that, he walked off. I didn’t follow him, since I figured he wanted personal time to himself. I did see Angie following him though.
“All of you always looked down on both of us,” I finally said. They turned to look at me. “Zeke turned in a dirty cop and yet all of you didn’t learn to accept that. I don’t know what your problem is with me, and I’m not gonna try to figure it out because at this point I don’t care,” I said. With that, Zeke and Angie returned. “Alright guys, we got a change in plans, Banks and L/N are taking lead,” Angie said. I smiled at that. “Listen up, I know some of you guys think I’m a rat,” Zeke said.
“Some of you think I’m a snitch, some of you are mad I f**ked your mother,” I softly laughed at that. “Boz was last seen at the July 4th parade at Stuart’s Point,” as he said that, I noticed that other detectives stopped paying attention specifically Drury and Fitch. “So there should be plenty of surveillance footage, so check your hashtags, Instagram,” before he could continue Angie spoke up.
“Hey! Now we got a dead cop here who was brutally killed, a fallen brother whose tongue got ripped out. We need to focus on the case and solve this,” with that Angie put everybody in their place. Everybody returned to work on the case. Zeke tapped my shoulder and said “Come on, put on a suit, we’re going to visit Kara,” I nodded and followed him. Behind us was Schenk. “Yo, where are we going,” he asked rushing to catch up.
“To pay our respects put on a suit,” Zeke said typing on his phone. As we got into the car a sudden feeling of sadness and grief shook through my body. How was Kara going to tell their son that his dad won’t come back home anymore? What did Boz do to deserve this? Questions started flooding my thoughts. But I know one thing for certain, we’re gonna get that son of a b**ch who did this to Boz.