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Jodie starlinggg 🥳
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RedStarling community wake uppp
I know that RedStarling fans are not many, I create this blog in the hope to make this community more active !! Hope I will have a lot of new friends who love this pairing too !!!
Look at them, they're so beautiful together, I must scream it to the word !! <3
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Sorry for being the cringiest human on-planet but is it just me or is he looking back at her ?!
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The White Bag - A RedStarling Pre-Canon Fanfiction
Cast & Main Pairing: Shuichi Akai (26), Jodie Starling (22)
Rating: T
Genre: Rom-com, Fluff
Words: 1224
I do not own Detective Conan. Jodie Starling and Shuichi Akai belong to Gosho Aoyama. The others are supporting characters I created.
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This is Shuichi and Jodie's flashback story, 6 years prior to the main timeline when they were still dating and Jodie was still a junior agent.
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That day is the last day for the FBI team to be in the Albuquerque desert area after an outdoor mission to fall out of a criminal syndicate. Since morning, they prepared to leave the temporary headquarter area using a Jeep and headed towards Albuquerque International Airport. Jodie herself has settled up and is ready to go. While she packed her things, someone came closer to her. It's her boyfriend.
“You ready?” Shuichi rests his hand on her shoulder.
“Yap!”
“You'll ride with me, right?”
“But, Shu... I'm sorry, Andrea invited me to ride with her, along with Vanessa and Grace. Andrea will be the driver.”
Shuichi didn't say anything. He's looking at her with a flat gaze, as usual.
“Okay. Take care.” He rubbed her shoulder, making her blush.
“Thank you, Shu. See you!” she smiled.
No one knows they're now together. At least, their colleagues have yet to be made aware of it. Both of them preferred to keep their relationship private. They never did any PDA or something. But Shuichi always cares for her even in public and shows affection in his way, while trying his best not to get attention from others. The others already knew that they were close, but not as lovers.
Shuichi then left her, headed to the 7th Jeep, and sat in the driver's seat. Jodie kept her eyes on him until her colleagues from the 12th Jeep, the last one, yelled her name.
“Starling, come in! We're about to go!” Grace shouted. Jodie walked fast towards them, then placed herself in the 2nd-row passenger seat on the Jeep beside Vanessa.
Just right before they departed, Jodie's phone rang. A stranger's number called her, but she answered it anyway.
Jodie: Hello?
Someone: Hello, is this Agent Jodie Starling?
Jodie: Yeah, what's up?
Someone: A white Chanel handbag, with a rose keychain, is this yours?
Jodie: What? Yes, it's mine, but I believe I brought it with me!
Someone: I found it. Then, I left the bag near the reception table. I am unsure if it's yours or not. Just check it by yourself.
Jodie: Okay, hold on! I'll be right there.
The call ended, then Jodie immediately released her seatbelt and headed to go.
“What's wrong, Jodie?” Andrea asked her.
“Someone found my cosmetics bag, but he's unsure if it's mine or not. I think I should check on it.”
“Okay, we'll wait for you.”
Jodie left the car, going back to the headquarters. While she was gone, Shuichi came to face passengers on the 12th Jeep.
“Hey, Andrea! I think your car's oil is spoiled!”
“What?” she was surprised and checked it immediately.
“Ah, no fucking way! I need to hurry! I'm the one who booked the flight tickets! I have no time to fix this.”
“What if we exchange cars? I might stay here longer because I gotta clear some things up.”
“Whoa, is it okay, Shuichi?”
“It's okay. I can take it. My car is number 7.”
“Thank you! Okay, guys, let's move!” Andrea led her colleagues to move to Shuichi's car.
“By the way, you can keep all your luggage here. It'll be so much space since I drive alone,” said Shuichi.
“Eh, how about Jodie? We need to call her and tell her we'll move!” Vanessa uttered.
“Andrea is hurrying, right? It's okay, I'll take Jodie with me. She's a junior agent. She has nothing to hurry.”
“Alright. See you, then!”
Andrea, Vanessa, and Grace got out of the car and headed to the 7th Jeep. Minutes later, all of the Jeeps left the headquarters one by one, except the last one.
Meanwhile, Jodie desperately searched for her cosmetics bag. The housekeepers said they'd cleaned every spot in the reception room and found no bag. She then concluded someone had just taken her bag, kept it for her, and decided to return immediately.
When she arrived back at the parking area, she was so surprised when she found out only her Jeep was left there, and the others were gone. She felt guilty because her colleagues had to wait for her.
As she opened the car door, she yelled. “Ah, I'm so sorry to make you wait- Shu! What are you doing here?! Where's Andrea and the others?!”
“Stop talking and get in here,” Shuichi opened the car door for the passenger seat beside him.
“But, how?! What happened here?!” she sat on the seat but was still confused and startled.
“Where have you been?”
“Finding my cosmetics bag. Someone called me, he found it and put it somewhere on headquarters' reception desk, but when I searched for it, I found nothing,” Jodie breathed deeply, putting her hands on her head.
“You mean this?” Shuichi showed her the white bag she was desperately looking for.
“What?! How the hell my bag is on you?! You... Wait...” her expression changed from shocked to puzzled, full of confusion as Shuichi chuckled.
“Don't say it was your plan...”
“I'm amazed you noticed this earlier than I thought.”
“So it's true?! But... the one who called me... He didn't sound like you at all!”
“I paid someone to call you.”
“Shu..."
“See, Jodie. You ended up with me anyway.”
Jodie's cheeks reddened, realizing although Shuichi can be categorized as a cold-blooded man, he is also very sweet. He tricked her, fooled their colleagues, and made some effort only to be with her. If he had wanted to be with her so badly, he could've asked her one more time and forced her a little, and she wouldn't have refused. But, no. Shuichi would do it in Shuichi's way. He's a man of service, not a man of words.
“How did you manage to exchange car with them?!”
“I tricked them, said that this car oil spoiled. Whereas I spilled out the oil by myself.”
“Shu, you're ridiculous!” Jodie laughed. A pure, genuine laugh. So heartwarming and full of joy, like how she is in Shuichi's eyes. Shuichi then realized all the tricks he had done were worth it to make her laugh like that. She unintentionally gave him a ray of sunshine for his thunder, and he needs nothing more to heal himself after going through a hard mission.
Even though she was quite flattered by his actions, she felt a little bit of displeasure. “But you got me a heart attack, Shu! I can't lose this bag!” she gummed, crossing her hands.
“My apologies,” he grinned a little. “Is the bag contains holy grail or something?”
“My cosmetics and skincare, which cost around $1000 in total. And most importantly, I just bought this Dior lipstick last month for goddamn 50 dollars, Shu. It's still full. I ain't losing it for nothing!”
“You using it right now?”
“Yeah, why?”
Without thinking and considering any hesitation, Shuichi suddenly catches Jodie's lips with his and kissed them passionately. Jodie was startled, her muscles are stiffen, not ready for the surprise. But she enjoyed it eventually, especially when she began to taste the mix of tobacco and Bourbon in him. Time stopped for both of them, as their kiss is getting deeper, and deeper.
“Mmmh... Not too bad for 50 dollars,” said Shuichi after he broke the kiss. Jodie, however, was still processing what had just happened, while Shuichi started their Jeep and rode away toward the airport.
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*Note: This is my first English fic, I'm so sorry for any grammar mistakes :“)
-Hagirara, 2023-
#redstarling#red starling#shuichi akai#jodie starling#detective conan#flashback#fluff#akai x jodie#fanfiction
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first impressions
redstarling, 1.9k, set a little over 5 years ago. pre-relationship.
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When Jodie found Special Agent Akai, he was, as the Special Agent in Charge had blithely suggested with a wave of his hand, in the break room, smoking.
“You’re not supposed to smoke in here,” she said, feeling the irritation rising, her patience already frayed from a rankling encounter minutes ago out in the office area.
Agent Akai looked up from his phone, cigarette dangling from his lips, nonplussed. He was slouched against the wall next to the trash can. And as Jodie got a better look at him, she grew even more unimpressed. Long hair that came down just past the shoulders—against regulations. A well-worn leather jacket with some noticeable scuffs and tears—dress code violation. As for the smudges of almost bruised-looking shadows and sunken bags under his eyes, she uncharitably decided were likely due to late nights spent smoking and drinking himself into a stupor at a pub. She knew the type; she grew up around the type.
No wonder the SAC asked her to come fetch him—she might have a glowing recommendation from Assistant Special Agent in Charge James Black, but she was still just a probationary agent, and newbies got crap detail. And this man? This man appeared to be a real piece of work. She couldn’t believe someone like this was an FBI agent. She couldn’t believe someone like this could remain an FBI agent.
He hadn’t said a thing since she entered the room, eyeing her in silence instead. She shook her head to herself, and proceeded with what she was sent to do. “Special Agent Akai? The Special Agent in Charge is requesting you in his office,” she announced, putting her hands on her hips, trying to project authority. “There’s an urgent matter that requires your presence.”
The man tilted his head ever so slightly. “Who are you?” he asked.
Jodie took a quelling breath before replying. “I am Special Agent Jodie Starling. I’ve just been assigned here to the New York Field Office today.”
“Ho…” Akai dragged out the single syllable into an idiosyncratic expression of emotion that was, objectively speaking, neutral in tone, yet Jodie couldn’t help but sense a hint of derision. “You’re the new probie?”
She bristled at the belittling moniker, but bore it. It wasn't the first time and until she proved herself to everyone else in the office, it wouldn’t be the last; she knew that. “Yes.”
“How old are you?”
She frowned and crossed her arms, not liking where this was headed. “I don’t see how that is related to the issue at hand, or any of your business.”
“You seem young for this position. That’s all.”
This time, Jodie had to physically swallow down the defensive flare of temper that threatened to disrupt the evenness of her voice. In her mind, she heard all the insinuations that weren't being said. How did someone like you get this position? What connections do you have? Who did you have to bribe or fuck? “I assure you, they would not have assigned me to the Violent Crimes Unit of New York City had I not been qualified.”
Akai’s expressionless, studying gaze did not waver, and as Jodie stared right back, she was beginning to feel as though it was a competition, or perhaps a test, and she did not like it, not from this man who looked like he should model the “Before” picture of an agent rehabilitation program’s brochure.
Finally, just as Jodie had about had enough, Akai seemed to come to some conclusion within his own head, chin dipping in the slightest hint of a nod. “Can I call you Jodie?”
“You may call me Special Agent Starling,” Jodie snapped.
The corners of his lips ticked up, ever so faintly, and the realization hit Jodie that he was probably just trying to get a reaction out of her. It made her feel even worse, because she had met no shortage of men like that, had encountered a group of men like that just minutes ago, her new colleagues. Men who would never view her as their equal in competence and ability, who would bait and provoke and taunt just to see her lose her cool—and she had just lost this round with this Agent Akai.
And now that the root of anger and humiliation had taken hold, it was even harder to keep it in check.
“Well, if you’ve had your fun,” she forced, hearing the bitter tremor in her own voice and feeling the rising sting of indignation clog her throat with heat, “are you capable of following orders, or do I have to report back that Special Agent Akai could not be bothered to part from his nicotine fix?”
She took some measure of satisfaction at seeing Akai blink, his self-possessed composure disrupted for all but a second.
He paused to consider his next words. “I had not meant to insult you,” he said, almost carefully.
How farcical. “Hadn’t you?” Her words were clipped—as far as she saw it, he had not done anything to deserve courtesy.
His brows twitched in displeasure.
“You can go tell the SAC, then,” he said, looking away, “that I will be there soon”—he took another drag on his cigarette, and smoke furled out alongside his next blasé words—“if he has anything new to say to me this time.”
And what she did then—she knew it was rude, beyond rude—but slapped in the face with that man’s flippancy and his flagrant insubordination against a superior’s demand that would’ve gotten most disciplined if not fired, her self control splintered.
She strode forward in four brisk steps and yanked the lit cigarette from his mouth.
She would later learn that, at that time, Akai had just come off of a three-month-long deep undercover stint in a local crime ring, and that it was with an adamantine force of will that he managed to smother a reflex for violence into a barely-there flinch, but in that moment, she attributed his lack of response as yet another sign of either his ineptitude or his total disdain for her. The flicker of surprise in his eyes had been quickly suppressed, and he regarded her now with stony composure, as though an adult rebuking a wild, recalcitrant child: What do you think you’re doing? His hand that had been raised to his mouth, now empty, fell slowly into a crossed-arm position across his chest.
“You…” She wanted to scream. Am I not enough for any of you to even take me seriously? Is a child all you’ll treat me as?
Then, a more sombering thought struck: Is that all I am acting like? A child? Throwing a tantrum because she isn’t being noticed?
The cigarette in her hand kept burning in the severe silence—until the lit end finally singed her skin.
The sudden pain wrenched her fully back to reality.
“I—” she began, the steam of her anger lost, a train sputtering to a stop. She took one step backwards. The cigarette lay on the linoleum floor between them, where she had dropped it in shock. “Agent Akai, I apologize,” she made herself say, face hot with shame. “My actions just now were totally out of line.”
Her father had always told her, ever since she could remember, to not let anyone tread all over her; however, he had also taught her that, when the injury was not grievous, a noble person knew to turn the other cheek. And, divested of her father’s presence so early in her life, she had tried hence to cling hard onto every word, every doctrine, his teachings all the more precious for its scarcity. Her anger had just made her lose sight of it all, and now she stood there, beating herself up.
Something in Akai’s flinty demeanor softened.
He extended a hand, palm up, and she realized he was asking for the cigarette back. She swallowed, her pride balking against the act. But, there was no denying it, she thought; the one squarely in the wrong here was her.
She knelt and picked up the still-lit cigarette, and passed it over.
As he plucked it out from between her fingers, on his hands, she saw knuckles that evidenced years of regular martial arts training and combat, saw scars and old injuries and gun calluses.
This close, she can tell that her previous assessments of the agent, colored by personal animus and prejudice, had been wildly incorrect. Contrary to what she had assumed to be the case, she could now see that Akai was well-built under that scuffed leather jacket, and the marks on his hands said that this wasn’t a body cultivated in a gym to be looked at but something to be used. Even his slouch, indolent though it might seem, was controlled. It brought to mind the image of a panther—it might lounge lazily up on the branch of a cypress tree, but its muscles would always be ready to coil and pounce.
This was not some derelict who fancied himself a tough, daredevil guy—this was a true field agent, through and through.
Hadn’t she fallen prey to the very thing she hated others doing to her?
She swallowed again, and tasted something that was not quite humiliation and not quite apprehension. She forced herself to look up and meet Akai’s eyes again, but there, instead of the reprobation or animosity she had expected, she found with surprise a hint of a smile.
She noticed suddenly how startlingly green his eyes were, and how, when not overshadowed by a dour expression, his features, angular and striking and sharp, were exceptional.
“Well, as you said,” he said, “I am not supposed to smoke in here.” He reached to the table beside him for a plastic cup that held about a half-inch of water, and dropped into it the cigarette he had just gotten back. The cigarette fizzled and went out. Then, he tossed the whole thing into the trash. “So, how about we say the blame here was fifty-fifty”—he reached out a hand, and that ghost of a smile solidified into, nearly, a real one—“and call it even, Agent Starling?”
He did not have to give her an out, nor offer her the olive branch. But here he was, extending a hand to her, affording her the choice of whether or not to accept.
I had not meant to insult you, he had explained, and she had spat in his face, thinking it a flimsy cop-out. Now she thought she might have been incorrect in her judgment of that, too. Perhaps she had just gotten too ingrained in the habit of looking for mockery, even when there was none.
She reached out and grasped his hand. His shake was firm, and his hand, unlike how the man himself had seemed at first sight, was warm. “Agent Akai.”
He nodded at her, once, in acknowledgment, in respect. “Welcome to the team.”
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[extra snippet, probably takes place during/after they work on a case together.]
“You need not be so defensive. You’re better than the majority of the rest of them out there. You have nothing to prove.”
“You don’t get it.” Of course he didn’t; he didn’t have people whispering behind his back that he only got here because he’s pretty and fucking someone higher up the line. Probably. “Proving myself and establishing myself as an outstanding agent is the only way I can get access to the files and data and resources that I need.” Realizing how that might sound, she added, “There’s someone that I’m looking for. That I need to find.”
The moment she mentioned that she’s on the hunt for someone, his demeanor shifted, ever so slightly.
“Long-lost family member?” he suggested, casually, but she thought she could hear an undertone of intrigued commiseration.
“No,” she replied flatly. “The opposite. The woman who murdered my entire family.”
#redstarling#jodie starling#akai shuuichi#detective conan#this came out of me thinking about what jodie might have been like when she was a bit younger#a young jodie who was a rookie agent just starting out#who had so much she wanted to do and achieve but not yet the means to#and being so young she would probably also have been looked down upon and dismissed#and she would have felt like she had a lot to prove#(she would have been 22-23 five+ years ago which is barely past the FBI minimum age req. usually agents start out in their mid-20s)#thinking about how she eventually grew to be more assured in herself as she is now#and we don't have too much information on how she grew up after her parents' death but i can't imagine it being all roses and rainbows#i think akai would have liked her drive and seriousness and fire#and they would have bonded over their similar yet in a way opposite goals#ficlets#anyways now that i’ve got that out of me! back to our regularly scheduled content#i.e. losing my mind over whiskey trio
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My opinions on the ship aside, I'll fully admit that RedStarling is one of my favorite ship names. Idk why, but it just sounds so cool.
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: 名探偵コナン | Detective Conan | Case Closed
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Akai Shuuichi | Okiya Subaru & Jodie Starling, Akai Shuuichi | Okiya Subaru/Jodie Starling
Characters: Jodie Starling, Akai Shuichi, Akai Shuuichi | Okiya Subaru, Okyia Subaru, Andre Camel, Kudou Shinichi | Edogawa Conan, Mouri Ran
Additional Tags: Love, Hope, Sadness, friends - Freeform, RedStarling
Summary:
It's enough. Time to move on. She knows she deserves better.
Facing the truth isn't always easy and yet she has to.
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What do you think Akai family will react when they hear Jodie called Shuichi is Shoe... wait no, Shu. :)))
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June post: I am happy that during the same day as Goshi sensei birthday and Kaito KID..
There's revealed new summer merchs about ShuJo!! Enjoys the sweetness of them together!
Also, Shikimori sharing pose as Jodie!!
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Shuichi/Jodie for the ship meme :)
Thanks for asking! <3
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redstarling akemidai content save me. save me redstarling akemidai content. save me.
#i ship every akai ship in this house bc the spice and plot this mans relationships offer is insane#i lap up that shit like a malnourished wild animal
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: 名探偵コナン | Detective Conan | Case Closed
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Akai Shuuichi | Okiya Subaru/Jodie Starling
Characters: Jodie Starling, Akai Shuuichi | Okiya Subaru, Andre Camel, Kudou Shinichi | Edogawa Conan, James Black (Meitantei Conan), Mouri Ran
Additional Tags: crazy love
Summary:
jealous much?
NEW STORY ALERTTTT!!!!
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Introduction <3
Hi everyone ! :)
I'm a 21 yo French girl who loves manga, anime and especially Detective Conan ! Feel free to call me Riri :)
I created this blog long ago, but I wasn't active because of my uni homework... Now I will try to post regularly because I want to share my passion so bad ! Mostly here to discuss about Detective Conan and my favorite pairing RedStarling !!
I started the anime when I was 8 and my obsession with this manga is still going strong !
I want to share my theories, my impression about Detective Conan, about the different pairings ! Also I'd like to write some fanfiction, but I don't know if I can with my poor English... I will try, but I promise nothing .... I firstly wanted to write in French, but the French DCMK community hate RedStarling and also people are so toxic there. Hope I will have the courage to write in English haha ! Especially since I have a lot of story's ideas
I'm sorry for the English that might not be perfect. I'm still trying to master that beautiful language !
Hope this will be my safe place and can also become one of yours !
Enjoy xx
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So I'm really curious about your opinion on Shuichi now
ok, let's go!
Sexuality Headcanon: bi
Gender Headcanon: male
A ship I have with said character: RyeBourbon/ShuuRei/OkiAmu/AkAm
A BROTP I have with said character: In canon? none. Sadly canon Shuu doesn't give that much in points of relationships.
In my head though? He was really close with Hiro/Scotch, which makes him not being able to save him even more tragic.
A NOTP I have with said character: with Shiho. even without them being cousins, her being the sister of his dead ex is just... icky.
Not a big fan of other ships involving him, mostly because I'm no multishipper, but can deal with them because I usually can see where they get from.
Present!RedStarling. I like them as a past couple, but I don't want to see them back together. Jodie deserves better than being second in line.
A random headcanon: He is having the time of his life as Okiya. Cooking, watering the flowers, he loves that shit. He only hates that tiny Subaru. He wants his big/fast american car back
General Opinion over said character: love him, but he's too cool to be true, wish he could be a bit more obviously flawed like his bf, get a bit more personality beyong "he's the cool, silent sniper", please.
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Do u still like redstarling?
Yes I do sir/ma'am/ (whatever suits you)
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#the fic writer mind works in mysterious ways#one moment i’m thinking about whiskey trio dynamics and scotchrye and my scotchrye fic#happily watching it spin and spin in my brain-microwave#and next before i know it i’m writing 1k of pre-relationship redstarling#which i don’t even ship#jskfkjks???
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