Thinking about Hawks joining a community garden post-war. He rents a plot on a whim; he's never cared for plants before, but the garden was pretty and he liked the idea of it. He did a bit of googling and research, and bought packets of seeds for "starter" plants.

The other gardeners are helpful and encouraging, letting him borrow their tools and giving him tips.

The first time his plants finally sprout, Keigo's delighted. He checks in every day, measuring their growth and watering them. Sometimes he brings a book and just sits in the garden to read.

By the end of the first month his flowers are blooming, and his various fruits and vegetables are beginning to ripen.

At his first harvest, he's brimming with pride. He collects a basket full of ruby red strawberries, crisp green beans and peas, and beautiful tulips and daisies.

The garden is his pride and joy. He loves the process of planting each season, of harvesting, of tilling the soil and picking the dirt out from under his claws.

One week, though, it rains for days on end. By the time the weather clears and Keigo can go back to the garden, all of his plants are drowned, his planter box so full of water it might as well be a swamp.

He's distraught, tears burning his eyes as he begins picking out the soggy plants and molding vegetables. He just nods miserably to the encouraging words of his other gardeners, until he hears footsteps approaching. He barely hears someone greet "the newcomer," before a shadow looms over him.

"You want some help, birdie?" A painfully familiar voice asks, making him look up.

He looked healthy; his scars were healed, his hair fluffy, his frame filled out under comfortable clothes. He looked... beautiful, haloed by the sunshine overhead.

He crouched down next to him, and Keigo couldn't help but smile. "Sure. Nice to see you, Touya."

HI POOKIR hope you are okay so I was thinking

Johnnie x f reader like UH overstim with edge on readers side ? And like reader maybe has a very pink style (coquette/hello kitty typa) and if you could do smth like after aftercare he does a stream and like reader kinda left some lipstick on his neck or hickeys IDK of you don’t wanna that’s okay! Have a good day

A/N: HIII LOVE, thank you I am doing better, and happy new year! I hope this is okay, especially sorry if i didn't mention the fashion as much- i'm not very good at incorporating those smaller details. despite that i absolutely loved this prompt, and i had sat there fangirling over the thought of this scenario for a hot minute but here we go, and as always constructive criticism is welcome.

Johnnie Guilbert

Tags/Warnings: mdni, minors do not interact, don't like don't read, smutty, explicit, f!reader, there is one creepy ass guy at the start, overstimulation, aftercare & slight fluff, marking kink from reader if you squint, tease reader/snarky reader, yh i think that's all, tell me if you think there should be more, NOT BETA-READ.

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The both of you had been at the grocery store, getting a few things for the apartment and stuff you needed for future videos. However, at one point Johnnie had left to grab some cookies he'd seen earlier, and some random guy had come up behind you, attempting to corner you into the shelf, one hand on your pressed on your lower back under the crop top you'd worn.

The sudden contact was obviously not appreciated, and you pushed him back as you stepped away quickly, avoiding his hand when he reached out again.

"Sorry Sweetheart, just admiring the view," the random guy said, as if it provided any valid explanation. You could feel his eyes tracing over you, and felt rather disgusted as his eyes stayed trained on your mini-skirt for a few seconds longer than you were comfortable with.

"Who's this?" a voice spoke behind you, and you had never been more thankful than when you turned around to find Johnnie standing there glaring at the creep. The guy rolled his eyes at Johnnie, but took a step back regardless, glancing at you once more before walking away, leaving a confused Johnnie with chocolate chip cookies in hand.

"Just a nobody, it's okay" you'd assured him, although it clearly didn't do a great job, his eyes still taking in every detail, trying to find any evidence of pain or discomfort.

"Are you sure?" he'd asked, wrapping a protective arm around your shoulders as he looks back down the aisle with a slight frown.

"Been better, I just wanna go home." you'd admitted with a sigh as you leaned into his embrace.

That lead to where you are now, one hand clutching the pillow behind you and the other tangled in Johnnie's hair as his tongue pushes you towards another climax, your third tonight to be specific, and Johnnie did not seem like he wanted to stop. His hands had taken their place on your inner thighs, keeping your legs from closing around his legs as he overstimulates you.

Your back arched off the bed as you were pushed over the edge once more, and your hand was tugging Johnnie's hair, a futile attempt at pushing him away. However, to your surprise, he pulled away from you with a pleased grin on his face. Sadly, It didn't last very long, as one of his hands moved up your thigh as he began rubbing slow circles around your clit, applying a painful yet pleasurable pressure as you threw your head back once more.

His other hand trailed upwards- towards your hips, and he sat back on his knees, admiring you splayed out in front of him as he continued to toy with your overstimulated body, gently sliding two fingers inside you as you let out a broken moan, throat already sore from the previous rounds.

"Feeling better now darling?" He asks teasingly, curling his fingers inside you as your nails dig into the back of his neck, eyes squeezed shut as you try not to lose your mind from the feelings overwhelming you as his fingers thrust into you at a steady pace.

There were hickeys covering the both of you, but especially yourself, and you couldn't say you were all that upset. There was a trail of them from your jawline, down your collarbone, and scattered down the rest of your body. On your thighs the hickeys and love-bites were joined by slight bruises on your inner thighs form Johnnie's fingers.

On him it was mainly his neck and jawline, alongside a few scattered over his chest before he laid you down, opting to mark you up instead. Although as he leans down, placing his other arm by the side of your head, you had a nice few of them.

Looking into his eyes your shaky arms wrapped around his neck to pull him closer into a kiss, tasting yourself on his lips as he reciprocated eagerly. The hands around his neck tightened as you felt the coil in your stomach tighten, and as he began to speed up you knew you wouldn't last much longer.

You pulled him in for another kiss as you felt yourself fall over the edge again, crashing your lips together in a desperate attempt of muffling the noises you knew would have woken one of your roommates. As the aftershocks wore off Johnnie slowly pulled his fingers out, wiping them on the bedsheets as he brings you closer, hugging you softly as he traces shapes into your skin.

After a while of you two lying there wrapped up in each other, he sighed and pulled back from you and off the bed to grab something from the bathroom. A few moments later he walked back into your room, a washcloth in his hand and you allowed yourself to relax back into the bed as he sat down next to you.

He rubbed soothing circles into your thighs as he cleaned you up, taking care to be extra gentle with you as he carefully wiped down your thighs with the warm towel. You watched him with a soft smile as your eyes drooped slightly. Eventually you felt your eyes close, and in your drowsy state you could feel Johnnie lie down next to you, an arm wrapped around your waist as you fall asleep together.

~

Blinking your eyes open you could hear the clicking of a keyboard somewhere in the room, and when you pat around for Johnnie you can only feel an empty space next to you in the bed. Rubbing your eyes as you adjust to the lighting you can finally see Johnnie at his desk on the other side of the room, both his camera and mic set up in front of him as he streams, most likely playing some form of game.

With a small sigh you sit up and hold back a groan at the pain in your lower back from last night. The movement caught Johnnie's attention, and you could see him mouth sorry out of the camera frame, although with the way he tilted his neck you could also see the collection of hickeys you'd left scattered on him- and by the way his camera was facing it was rather clear he was trying not to show them.

That fact didn't matter now however, as he'd just completely displayed each and every one to the viewers of his stream, and as you watched the realization flood his features you had to hold back a laugh. He slowly sat back into frame, and you watched his eyes flick over the comment section, and after a few seconds he just let out a resigned sigh.

With a raised eyebrow you kept watching as he pressed a few buttons, and then he started to speak again.

"Alright guys, I think that's a pretty good ending note, I'll see you next time," and with a final click of a button he slumped back into the chair and turned to face you tiredly. Meanwhile you were still trying not to laugh at him, one hand over your mouth as a pointless attempt at hiding your laughter.

"Shut up," he grumbled, but it didn't help much as you flopped back down onto the bed and continued to laugh, smiling when he came over and joined you on the bed, wrapping his arms around you as he tucked his head into the crook of your neck.

Conan's batshit thought process + Shinichi Nii-chan and the boys pondering the most gruesome crushed tomato looking crime scene ever. You know. Just another day in Beika ✌️

I love being dramatic because why would you ever deal with any emotion in a logical way when you could have the option of absolutely losing your mind.

-Conan Gray

Eri took Conan in the divorce

I think it’s a shame that we don’t get many interactions between these two. That first episode she appeared was so fun and interesting, and when you think about it from Eri’s perspective—her maybe-almost ex husband is suddenly taking care of the worlds strangest six year old, who is maybe more smart than he should be.

She should take custody of Conan for an episode or two, mostly to spite Kogoro. This would have a very unintended consequences—Sleeping Kogoro would mysteriously disappear, while Conan has to work extra hard on his little kiddie facade around the crime scenes that they are obligated to run into. Plus, Ran would certainly have some complicated emotions. She and Kogoro would have to work together to save Conan from whatever trouble he’s obligated to get into (even though he has it perfectly handled), bringing them together until Kogoro makes some kind of silly comment again.

They should let me write detco

Case closed count: 730

heishin cuddles

heishin + heijis!! featuring a hc where heiji’s hair becomes wavier like his dad’s the older he gets ^^

whatever happened, it was probably Kaitos fault

original

i joke about ociel thinking he's his dad's age a lot but like really he does. something so heartbreaking about the fact that whenever ciel references his own age it's like he's making an inside joke- dryly reminding the dinner party in book of murder that children have early bedtimes, for example. as if his age is a mere technicality, it's inaccurate on some level but is still a loophole he can exploit when convenient. Feigned innocence.

Because in kuro youth primarily functions as an axis of powerlessness. Ciel can't act his age or he's delegitimized. It's just another wall he's built between his persona and his actual self. To be Earl Ciel Phantomhive The Queen's Guard Dog he buries his age, his name, his illnesses........ idk it just always gets me that he isn't only borrowing from his brother, but his father as well. Anybody but himself. He really believes it, too, that any lie can become the truth with enough dedication and hard work.. He's so good at deluding himself. But he's not a grizzled 34 year old detective :( hes just a baby :(

Gift for @livmadart because Arsène won't leave me alone.

Ran let a long-suffering sigh out through her lungs. Of course Dad was drooling in front of the TV for A Yoko Okino show.

Again.

Conan was making himself happy with a thick mystery book on the couch, smirking to himself as he came across sections with clues. Really, he was just like Shinichi, trying to guess the mystery before it was solved. Sometimes she really had to wonder… There was a small, but rapid-fire knock on the office door. It sounded like a little fist. Conan rose his head in confusion. Ran looked down at him. "Conan, did you invite one of your friends over?" she asked. Conan shook his head, staring blankly. "No." he said. Ran looked back at her dad for a moment, then sighed. He was still drooling over the TV. "I'll go get it." she said. Conan's voice spiked urgently as she turned the knob. "W-wait! Don't let him-" The door swung open, and a little boy with a face just like Conan's burst into the room.

"Big brother! I found you!" he said. Ran whirled around, and her dad stared dumbly away from the screen. Conan's eyes were big and he frankly looked freaked out. "Ki- Arsène! I told you to stay at home!" he yelled. The clone, Arsène, dropped his bag to the floor of the office. "But, big brother! How can I stay at home when you're having such amazing adventures without me?" He grinned, eyes flashing a cheeky look. "Besides, you get to meet my hero, Kaito KID! I've got to see him, brother! I've just got to!" he said. Conan glared, and shot off the couch. "No Kaito KID!" he yelled, and started to chase Arsène. Arsène shrieked with laughter. "Ke ke ke! Catch me if you can, brother!" "I've caught you once, I'll catch you again!" "The number of time you've caught me is zeer-o!" "I'll use my sneakers!" "Meanie!" Ran stared at the sight of the two first-graders chasing each other around the couch in a state of half-shock. Her dad slowly straightened out. "The brat has a brother?" he said. Ran looked at this Arsène boy. He looked identical to Conan, if you excluded the bird's nest of hair and the missing glasses. "It looks like it?" she said. Conan lunged for Arsène. "You little KID!" Arsène twirled deftly out of the way, and Conan sprawled onto the floor. The twin looked down at him, brushed his bangs out of his face, and smiled politely. "It's an honor to meet you, Miss Ran." he said. He flicked his wrist, and a blue rose appeared. He grinned. "It's magic!" he said. Ran took the rose, looking at Arsène carefully. "Th-thank you." she said. She looked at Conan. The little boy was rubbing his head, and glaring at his apparent twin. "Conan, you never told me you had a twin brother." she said. Conan glared at Arsène. "That's because I don't like him." he said. Arsène plunked himself down on the couch. "But I like you, tiny detective! I told Papa that I'd be okay staying with you instead of traveling with him, so here I am!" he said, smiling wide and innocently. Dad stood up from behind his desk. "It's not 'okay' for you to be staying here, brat! I'm already taking care of your troublemaking big brother, I don't need another one of you around!" he said. Arsène frowned. "But Mr. famous detective Mouri! My brother has so many adventures with a the great detective! I want to have adventures too!" he said. Dad snorted, but it was clear Arsène was working to his ego. "Little brat. Fine! But you'd better pull your weight and not get in my way on a case like your big brother!" he said. Conan crossed his arms. "Make him go away, uncle!" he said. Arsène ignored him, and instead bounced up to Dad's desk. "Can I call you uncle too, Mr. famous detective?" he said. Dad groaned, and leaned back. "Sure sure. Now stop interrupting me, you're making me miss too much of Yoko's show!" he said, and turned back to the TV. Arsène stood on tiptoe to watch for a minute. Conan slapped his forehead. Ran bent down to him. "Conan, do you really hate you brother this much? You really should of told me you had one." she said. Conan pouted. "But, Ran! Arsène is a lot of trouble! He bugs me as much as Kaito KID!" he said. Ran thought she might of imagined Arsène looking back for a quick moment with an irritated look that wouldn't have been out of place on Shinichi's face, but ignored it. Ran picked up Conan.

"But you still like the challenges that the KID makes, right? So you can't dislike your brother so much you can forget about him. Isn't that right, big brother Conan?" she said. Conan frowned, turned away, but Ran could tell by the way he relaxed his body that he had accepted his fate. Arsène turned back from looking at the TV. "Miss Ran? Can I go up too?" he asked. Conan's body went rigid. "No way! You're not allowed to touch Ran!" he said. Arsène smirked. "Protective much, little detective?" he said. Conan glared. "Little KID magician!" "Tiny tiny detective!" "Meddling magician!" "Nosy investigator!" "Rule breaker!" "Teacher's pet!" Ran slowly felt a headache build in the back of her head. Oh boy, she hoped she wouldn't regret this. She belatedly realized later that Shinichi didn't have a twin brother. Well there went that theory…

"Hey, Dabs."

Dabi looked up at his nickname and glanced over at Hawks, who was sprawled on the couch across from him. "What?"

He watched a smile crawl across Hawks' sun-kissed face. "Look at the TV for a second?" He requested.

Confused, Dabi did so. The TV was off, all he saw was his own reflection in the black screen. "Why?"

"Now look back at me." Hawks directed. Again, Dabi did, and Hawks' smile grew bigger. "Look at the bookshelf."

Sighing, Dabi turned around to look at the bookshelf. "Why? It's a stupid piece of junk."

"Aaand look back at me again." Hawks ignored his question. Annoyed now, Dabi turned back to face him. "Okay, now-"

"No, I'm not looking at any more crap until you explain." Dabi said firmly. Hawks, inexplicably, went pink in the cheeks and pursed his lips, a shy chuckle in his throat. Dabi raised an eyebrow at him, waiting.

"... Your... Your pupils get bigger every time you look at me." Hawks admitted at last.

"... Oh." Dabi blinked, suddenly self-conscious and annoyed at that uncontrollable reflex giving away his feelings. "Your pupils haven't changed." He accused.

"I haven't looked away from you." Hawks pointed out, that sly grin back on his face. He sat up, then rose to his feet and crossed to Dabi, coming to stand in front of him.

He looked up at the ceiling fan over their heads for several seconds, and Dabi just watched, waiting, until Hawks lowered his head again. The hero's pupils were pinpricks for half a second, before they blew wide, swallowing his golden irises like a solar eclipse. "Did you see it this time?" He asked softly.

Dabi swallowed the funny feeling in his chest, reaching up to grab Hawks' hips. He dutifully knelt, until he was straddling Dabi's lap. "Do it again." Dabi breathed. Hawks looked away, glancing around at the couch and the front door, before looking back at him.

Again, his pupils swelled into dark pools as his eyes searched Dabi's. He could see his reflection in them, Dabi realized, and he was almost certain his pupils were just as big. Keeping the eye contact up, his grip tightening on Hawks' hips, he kissed him, and saw his pupils swell until only the thinnest sliver of gold remained.

"I can explain.”

Shinichi replied before the Professor even opened his mouth, pulling his jacket hood higher; if for warmth or for the fear of somebody watching through their windows right now a clean split in the middle.

"I found him in a garbage disposal."

Instead of turning into a child, Shinichi finds one that remarkably resembles him, which in turn changes everything and nothing at the same time.

The first one shot of the Clone Conan AU fic is out, more will follow as soon as I get around to them!

You are my heart, my life, my one and only thought.

Arthur Conan Doyle

Kaito and his motorcycle Suzuki GSX 250R

You are my heart, my life, my one and only thought.

Arthur Conan Doyle