#im sorry if this is not up your alley and you saw this accidentally

[ego-meliorem-esse]

When you say "followed by a raging storm," what do you mean? What does that look like and what does Alfred's 'usual' raging storm entail?

Tw: drug use (yeah sorry)

To be honest its not a very common thing to happen. Just a silly example could be simply overworking himself. And by god, does he overwork himself. Alfred is the sort of person to bottle things up untill they overflow. He will do his work, then the extra work he was given, then he will do the extra work he gave himself, then maybe do a thing on the side, forgetting to take a break for weeks. Months on some occassions.

He realizes he has taken on too much. He will not be able to finish everything on time. At the same time it takes so much for him to get to this point of "i cant do this anymore" but also looking on from the outside it would seem be is folding at the slightest of obstacles.

Then all of a sudden he will break. When he does its usually unsettlingly silent. Its quiet and calm. If he is at a point of raging storm approaching, he will quiety shut down his laptop, turn off his phone, lock all the locls on his doors, and probably just lay himself on the floor. He will eat nothing and drink nothing. Its the whole quiet before the storm situation. Tho the storm in his case has already begun. His mind is working overtime and he cannot focus on a single thought. At this point its difficult to speak to him, he will not form sentences. His mind is a house with dozens of windows, all open. A hurricane is outside. All the windows are creaking, banging and letting in the storm. Which one do you close first? Is it even worth it? What if you close one window and the damn door breaks open due to the storm?

Every little whispering voice of self doubt is screeming at this point. And every critique or simply unkind word by another person/nation set aside is coming into full view.

At this point the only way he knows how to quiet down the thoughts and feelings overflowing is either taking antidepressants and anti anxiety pills stashed away, perscribed by a doctor but untouched untill now, or simply snorting cocaine. At that point he is feeling exhausted, negative and self conscious. Those are relatively unfamilliar grounds. Coke gives him the opposite, something he is used to: the feeling of positivity, energy and confidence.

Absolute shit way of dealing with his feelings. Alfred can be exceptionally intelligent, and he is most of the time. He is stupid tho when it comes to feeling feelings. Zero knowledge. He is just "ew bad feeling, ew ew, go away, no like, have to remove".

Sorry this is probably not the answer you wanted, especially not including drug use but I'm afraid it's 2 am, my brain is fried and I got college tomorrow all day so this is my coping mechanism.

I love my big boy Alfred but he needs to leave the lines alone stg

[nishikiace]

Request:

ftm!toji being found and taken in like a stray by dom!m!reader

reader treating him like royalty and allowing him to live far from his previous job of killing

(chubbier dadbod toji due to his new lifestyle)

some breeding kink to get him pregnant with megumi

anon im so sorry i accidentally deleted your request by fucking up my draft 😭 im literally stupid 🥴 those who saw it posted incomplete and broken, no you didn't

tysm for requesting it, i enjoyed writing it too much as u can tell.

ftm! bottom! fushiguro toji

Warnings: top!male!reader, dom!reader - amab anatomy, ftm!character - afab anatomy, nipple play, consensual groping, fingering, cunnilingus, breeding, creampie

p1 [p2] [p3 -tbc]

[masterlist]

you never thought that finding a bruised man asleep in the alley behind your house, would lead to you taking in a stray, rent-free..

(but you can't say you're complaining, you think, watching his dark shirt stretch across his fat tits as he yawns and stretches his arms.)

as much as I want to see this man bent over vacuuming my house and packing my bento, i doubt toji is a domestic god like that. but he more than makes up for it by bending over countertops, and giving you something better to eat every morning

waking up next to him is a soft affair. as youre making out with his sleep-swollen lips, play with his nipples and make his torso shake and curl into you. tease them all morning

and when he's making coffee for you before work, you should hug him from behind and sneak your hands into his tight shirt. grope the softness of his stomach and sensitive chest and kiss the back his neck. he doesn't outwardly react but his red ears and perking buds give him away. roll and pinch his nipples under his shirt while hugging him from behind and force him into a gasping nipple orgasm before you leave the house

weekends with toji are for spending time together too. bring him to the market to help you carry all the groceries with his wide biceps. lead him around with an around around his thin, firm waist, squeezing at the thick fat and corded muscles underneath. buy him flowers and feed him sweets, and when it's less crowded, slide your hand down to dip under his pants and hold onto the fat on his hips and ass

dilf-ication is real and it affects your loved ones

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coming home to see this man laying on your couch is better than any homecooked meal. you walk closer and kneel in front of his spread legs, palming him through his loose boxers and nipping at his broad thighs

spank his ass and slap his thighs just to watch them jiggle with all that extra weight he's put on, in the comfort of your home and bank account. pull off his boxers and hook his knees over your shoulders

"oh f-fuck," toji groans, feeling his thighs lock around your head as you blow a soft breath over his wet folds. "nghh, hurry up."

he grabs your hair roughly with one hand and buries your face in between his legs, his other hand gripping tightly at the sofa to arch more into your mouth. your lips brush against his swollen pussy and you begin licking broad stripes from his ass to his clit. reaching the top, you purse your lips around the nub and suck tightly

toji lets out a wrecked sound, feeling his insides convulse. taking advantage of the moment, you thrust your fingers deep into his gushing cunt and scrape your knuckles against his walls, thumb rubbing at his asshole and mouth worshipping his fat clit

"a-ah! oh shit!" his hand in your hair aggressively digs in to drag your face into his pussy harder with each raw wail and fucked out groan. slick is running down your face and staining the sofa, gushing out with every clench

you pull back slightly, catching his labia with your teeth and pulling before allowing your teeth to scrape over the hood of his clit. feeling him shudder, you pull back the hood and begin rapidly flicking your tongue on the exposed nub

toji swears with a shaky, high pitched voice and stutters into your face, thick stomach clenching and shuddering as he rides out his orgasm on your wet face. the noises he makes have you burying deeper for more

debauched and sweaty, this man is laid out on your couch like a king, thighs open and shining with spit, fat skin creasing between his thigh meat and hip bones that you want to bite on to

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toji has gotten too used to his domesticity and the security of his new life with you - he would want to lock it down. so he likes to lock his thighs around your hips when you fuck, to push your cock deeper into his womb, right before you can cum. the thought of you impregnating him feels so good he gets lightheaded. hold on to his belly when you breed him to really awaken that animalistic urge

a guttural groan leaves toji's lips as you set up a ruthless pace into his hole. his feet curl around your back and thighs twitch every time you slam back into his drooling cunt. you're filling him so thoroughly he can barely think

he's demanding, "fuck me harder" while his muscular body shakes in your grip. the sheets rustle beneath you and bed creaks and bashes into the wall with powerful thrusts. breathless groans and choking breaths leave his gaping lips and he just knows he will be bruised and swollen everywhere tomorrow

you switch to a staccato rhythm, skin grinding his clit and making him arch into you with a gasp. he's getting closer, eyes rolling back into his skull, feeling your cockhead kissing his cervix with a new pace

"s-shit, I'm gonna come!" toji moans loudly. his body tenses as a wave of squirt gushes around your cock. you bottom out your thrusts as he cums hard enough to rattle his body, walls milking you deep

"aah, m-make me fucking pregnant! fill me up!" you push your cum into his womb and claim his red-hot, swollen cunt

"nngh fuck!" he gasps, dizzy at the semen and squirt overflowing from his hole and bubbling and spilling out all over the bedsheets

"d-don't move yet," toji smirks once he catches his breath, hole fluttering around your cock. "I want it to take."

your bedroom forever has a dented wall you hide with the bedframe

[starb3rrys]

Hiii I'm kinda new to Tumblr so idk how stuff really works here😭 but anyway are your requests open? If so, then I'd like to make a req but if not just ignore this!!

Umm so basically an nsfw oneshot(idk what you call it) or headcanons of how bsd men would react/deal the situation when you two are hiding in a very tight space and your crotches accidentally rub together? RHRHHT it's kinda weird describing it but let's just say [character] pushed you along with him into a locker/box with you sitting on top of his lap OR with you too close ttp that you two could feel each other with every inch you move

Uhhh and yeah that's it and feel free to add some touches and changes on the scenario, and I'd greatly appreciate it if maybe you add Nikolai in it😁🙏AND AGAIN IF U DON'T FEEL LIKE DOING MY REQ OR ISN'T ACCEPTING REQS RN THEN FEEL FREE TO IGNORE I HONESTLY DON'T MIND!!/lh /srs

OMG YES?! Ugh, I love this request! I wanted to add some more characters as well, So I picked the DOA (sorry) ＼(٥⁀▽⁀ )／

If y’all want a part 2 with different characters just let me know, Im at your service! <3

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A Tight Fit~

Ft. Nikolai, Sigma, Fyodor

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Nikolai

Scenario: You were out on a mission with Nikolai, it should’ve been an easy “break in and grab important documents” type mission. But now, you two were squeezed together in a small closet, fearing that any small movement would get you two caught.

“Stay quiet...” Nikolai said as he listened closely, his face looked concentrated and serious, a change from his usual happy and calm face

You quietly nod, as you press against the wall behind you to try and get some more space in between you two

The closet is pretty small, hence why nikolai is leaning down, his hands are pressed firmly on each side of your head, inevitably pinning you in place

Nikolai thinks of a way for both of you to escape this situation without being spotted, “maybe I can teleport something”, he thought to himself

He reaches for his cape, unintentionally pressing against you

Your eyes widen as you feel something press against your area, you slowly look up to see if Nikolai noticed

His cheeks are flushed, hes frozen in place and there is an obvious smirk forming on his face

Yeah he definitely noticed.

You start to speak “Niko-… you’re so clo-“, he cuts you off as he places his hand over your lips

“Shh...” He says as he places a finger against his own lips with a small smirk

Moments later you hear the door of the office close, you two are now alone

“They’re gone now...” Nikolai says in a quiet gentle tone, he turns to you “But, i mean…we could just stay in here~” he says with a mischievous grin

Even after you two get out of that closet, he would keep on teasing and reminding you of the “incident”, he will make sure you never forget!~

Sigma

Scenario: You really don’t know how you got in this situation, one second you and Sigma were walking the streets of the city at night, after your wonderful date. The next, you were hiding in a small dark alley, your body pressed tightly against sigmas as you both hid from a certain jester.

“Damn it.” Sigma cursed under his breath as he kept his guard up, looking around frantically with a worried yet annoyed look

You looked up at Sigma, “Why are we hiding?” You whispered

Sigma looked down at you as he let out a sigh “I saw Nikolai roaming the streets, We can’t be seen together by anyone in the decay, if they were to find out about us...I’m sure horrible consequences would follow” he explained

You nod in agreement, “I understand..but um, why did we have to hide in such a...tight space.” You say as you look away, you can feel his body pressed tightly against yours, you can feel his every breath, his every shuffle and every slight movement

Sigma realizes this and blushes as his eyes widen, “I’m sorry, I didn’t even notice our position in the heat of the moment”

As he says this, you hear a slight noise come from the alley which causes you to slightly jump in a fright

Sigma let’s out a small grunt as he feels your crotch roughly brush against his, he grips your shoulders and holds you in place “Love please…try and stay still…at least for now” he pleads as his face flushes

Your eyes widen as you feel something slightly poke you “Sigm-“ you’re cut off as his hand covers your mouth, “Keep quiet..” he whispers as you hear footsteps around the corner

You feel him press more onto you, trying to hide your body from view as he lays his head against you shoulder, next to your ear

You slightly shuffle which causes sigma to groan in response, he quickly grips your hips with slight force

“Keep still..” he says in a low tone

Once you two finally get out of the alley way…let’s just say- his head was full of scenarios that caused him to blush profusely, as he practically dragged you to your apartment…

Fyodor

Scenario: Work has been so busy lately, new mission reports coming in everyday. Piles of finished and unfinished documents decorate your desk. All of this caused you to become stressed and overwhelmed, which caused you to become clumsy. So clumsy that you didn’t even seem to notice Fyodor turning the corner, not until it was too late.

**THUD**, is all that can be heard as your bodies crash together and fall to the floor

You feel extreme pain on your head as you let out a small groan of pain

You soothe your head and begin to slowly open your eyes, you try and comprehend what just happened as you hear a soft pained groan come from under you

You slowly begin to look down, your face flushes when you and Fyodor’s eyes meet

His eyes show slight shock as they quickly return to their neutral state, he just stares up at you…not uttering a word

You take a minute to process what is currently happening…and thats when you feel it, you feel something pressing against your area

You quickly get off Fyodor as you begin to apologize, “I’m so sorry! I should’ve been paying more attention!”, you ramble on apologies as you quickly stand up

He lets out a small chuckle as he stands up and brushes himself off , “No worries, more importantly…are you alright?” He asks with a bit of concern present in his tone

You nod as your face grows red, you begin to remember what you felt under you as you pray to god he didn’t notice

But, its like he can read you like a book, he smirks as he reaches for your chin, making you look at him “Yes,…I did notice and feel it” he says with a sly tone

You freeze in place as he says this, he then pulls away and softly smiles “Just be more careful and aware in the future, alright?”

He narrows his eyes as his tone changes to a more stern one, “Next time I won’t be so forgiving…~” he says as he begins to walk off

You’re left standing there shocked and frozen in place

He definitely enjoyed it, especially your cute reaction when you thought he didn’t notice. But for your sake he won’t bring it up, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t think about it constantly…~

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Hi Hi! Sorry for the delay, work has been getting in the way but no worries im clearing out my requests!

I changed the scenario up a bit for Fyodor! (Sorry)

I appreciate everyone sending in requests! Love yall! <3

[cherrycrushes]

Love your writing..and not sure if your requests are open but would love to have someone do some justice to the idea. I see a lot of vox x bimbo!reader drabble, but that about a reader that's got some brains? Maybe vox initially reaches out for a deal or something and falls? Can be smutty but honestly lacking some serious fluff too..

spy! - oneshot

vox x smart!reader.

a/n: yess we love to see the smart readers out here!! i added a couple of twists hahaha but thx for requesting! im not sure if i did this the way it could've been done the best tho :(

you were a bakeneko cat demon. a japanese shape shifter known for your quickness, agility, and brutality. because of your abilities, you've turned to something of a spy.

your mission was simple- pretend to be a waitress, then seduce vox while poisoning his drink. he would be dead by the time anything sexual would happen. so you should be fine, right?

walking down the streets of the pentagram city, you looked at the bright colors of porn ads and nightclubs around you. grunting in disgust, you quickly slipped into a dark alley. checking for any cameras or anything alike, you shape shifted into a server. you admit that you did give yourself a couple body enhancements, making your features stand out more. just so he could notice you. all part of the plan.

you tightened the white apron and felt the small pill in your pocket. perfect. you swiftly entered the club's backstage door for employees, scanning a face id card needed to open it. picking up a tray with drinks in it, you put your notepad and pen in your breast pocket. you gave a table their drinks, making sure to arch your back extra and making eye contact with vox. he was on a platformed table, in the middle along with valentino and his bitches, and the lovely velvette.

he looked back at you, clearly scanning your body. you swayed your hips while skimming around from table to table. you hoped this made your fake message clear. fuck me- your body language said. lord you hoped the poison would kick in before anything happens. but, at the same time, you would not mind if it was a little delayed.

but that was besides the point. you needed this mission. this would give you enough money to launch your own business, and be even more successful than the vees. feeling vox's eyes on you, you accidentally drop a towel. slowly but surely bending down to pick it up. standing up to clean it, you pushed your breasts together to make them look bigger. again, making eye contact with the boss.

you saw that he had excused himself from the table, looking down at you from the second floor's railing. head in the palm of his hand as if he was watching his prey.

going to throw the napkin away, you suddenly felt someone push you against the wall. you looked up at him, a smile on your face.

"hello sir," you said in an almost sultry tone. vox looked at your lips, then your eyes.

"i was waiting for you to show up," he smirked.

"to start my shift?" you feigned an innocent face.

"you know it's not for that."

"i only know that i don't think i'm the one you're looking for. sorry sir," you pushed him away slightly. walking away.

"why don't we go up to my room?"

"your room?" you stopped to look back at him.

"you heard me correctly," his smirk grew wider.

so now you were there. you suppose your mission could still work. the only question was, when was he going to drink something? vox held you by your buttocks, throwing you on the bed.

"i think we should start by taking these off, yeah?" you started, unbuttoning his shirt as he stared at you.

"i think we should start by taking everything off."

[blackdollette]

Hi hi :3 can I get groupie!reader x euronymous where she finds him after a show and all they want to do is please him (with a hint of euro taking advantage of them)? <333

ask & you shall recieve. :) (this was a rlly good idea, i had a lot of fun writing this)

"you're the bad boy that i've always dreamed of." | euronymous

queen of disaster - lana del rey

soft goth!female!reader x euronymous

contents: public sex, degradation, p in v, oral (m receiving), fingering, orgasm denial, no aftercare

you pushed your way through the crowd to get as close to the front of the stage as possible. when you finally got close enough, you glued your eyes onto him. the hot guitarist who was playing a solo at that moment.

you sighed as a stupid little grin spread across your face. you took in everything about him. his long black hair. his black & white makeup. and his leather outfit. he was the most perfect man you had ever seen.

you knew he wasn't the type for romance, but you could picture it perfectly. the lord of black metal with his little goth girlfriend. it was meant to be. you were perfect for each other.

you were so caught up in your thoughts that you didn't notice when the song ended and the band had left the stage. you were a little disappointed that you'd missed the last few minutes of the show, but you'd never seen euronymous up close before, so you were on cloud 9 as you left the area.

you dodged a few guys throwing glass bottles at eachother as you walked into a dark alleyway with a bench in it. you sat yourself down and glanced at your watch. mayhem would be heading to the bar any minute now, and you didnt want to miss a single thing.

you quickly stood up and walked out of the alley. you caught a glance of the van that they were driving, already heading to the bar. you sped up a little as you walked down the busy streets, your desperation growing by the minute.

you arrived at the bar, panting and brushing your hair out of your face. you walked in and scanned the entire room until you saw him. he was drinking a bottle of beer and laughing with the rest of the band.

you sat at an empty table and watched him, making up a plan in your mind to interact with him. you had never been this close to him before, so you knew you couldn't back down.

you ordered yourself a drink and sipped it slowly, still keeping a close eye on him. after a few moments of this, he stood up from the table and started walking toward you. you knew he was making his way to the restroom, but this was the perfect time.

making sure to time it perfectly, you stood up from your table at the same time that he was crossing your path, colliding with him. you fought back a grin as his hand accidentally brushed over a patch of skin underneath your skirt. he looked livid as he brushed himself off.

"what the fuck, man?!" he exclaimed, looking you right in the eye. you shivered a little as you made direct eye contact with him. you opened your mouth to speak, but no words came out. only a little croak from the back of your throat.

he growled a little before pushing past you and storming off, but before he could get far, you grabbed him by the sleeve of his leather jacket.

"i-im so sorry about that. im so clumsy." you giggled nervously, but he only narrowed his eyes at you, annoyed. he pulled his sleeve away from you. "whatever." he rolled his eyes before attempting to walk away, but you started speaking again.

"i-i can make it up to you..! i'll buy you a drink. i'll do anything at all." you pleaded. your desperation was no longer hidden. his eyes widened a little at this.

he glared at you, but it looked like he was checking you out. his eyes wandered up and down your body, stopping at inappropriate places. you noticed this, and it made you a little self-conscious. a sly little smirk spread across his face.

"so... you're a desperate little whore, aren't you?" he asked in a low voice. you don't know what to say, so you just stay silent as his eyes continue to roam across your body.

"you want to make it up to me, hm?" he asks, still not making direct eye contact with you. you nod eagerly.

"come with me." he says before walking out of the bar. you scurry after him, not wanting to irritate him once again. he leads you into another alley. he leans against the wall as you catch up to him.

he grins a little before speaking. "i saw you watching me at my show tonight." you felt your heartbeat get quicker. he saw you. when you don't respond, he continues speaking. "you seemed to really like my solo. i even thought you had an orgasm right there." he chuckles slightly.

you get a little embarrassed, so you kick a little rock that was sitting by your foot. when you say nothing, he turns you around and pins you to the wall.

"you know, i usually tell all my little groupies to burn in hell, but i think i'm gonna have a little bit of fun with you..." a sinister grin appears on his face. you would be trembling with fear if this wasn't what you've been dreaming of for years.

he lets go of you for a moment. "here's how you can make it up to me: take your shirt off." he leans against the opposite wall of the alley, watching you with lust and desire.

you freeze for a moment. this is really happening. the scenario that you've touched yourself to hundreds of times is finally coming true. you throw off your black tank top, leaving you in your tight fishnet top, your tits completely exposed to him.

his grin widens as you obey his command. he walks up to you until he's got you pinned to the wall again. his hand slowly travels down your body until it gets to the bottom of your tiny skirt.

he gets straight to business, moving your black thong to the side and pressing his middle finger onto your wet clit. it doesn't take much to turn you into a moaning mess as he starts fingering you.

"so fucking wet for me already..." he chuckles softly. he puts his other hand on his bulge. you look down to see it, suddenly being filled with hunger for him. but you wanted nothing more than to please him. you wanted to be used by him.

"get on your knees and make yourself useful." he leans against the wall as he watches you obey his command. he can't help but stare at you like a predator watching its prey seeing you in this position.

you look up at him with pleading eyes, as if you were begging him to let you suck on his cock. he unzipped his fly and lets you do the rest.

your hands shook as the reality of the situation sunk in. you were living out your biggest dream. you could not screw this up. you had given blowjobs before, but would the lord of chaos himself expect something different?

you decided not to waste time overthinking things. you pulled out his dick, flinching slightly as his length almost hits you right in the nose. you go slightly cross-eyed looking at the red, throbbing tip.

you can tell that euronymous is getting impatient, so without warning, you open your mouth and deepthroat the entire thing, hearing a squelching noise at the back of your throat.

euronymous throws his head back with a grin, groaning quietly. "m-mhm... just like that, whore..." his hand finds the back of your head, slowly guiding it up and down his cock.

you realize that you've lost all control of the situation when both of his hands are tugging at your hair, pushing his whole length down your throat and pulling it out again repeatedly. you had black mascara dripping down your cheeks. you choked on his cock whenever he pushed your head down again, but you love it. and he could tell. you wanted to be his little fucktoy.

"a-ah... fuck... y-you're pretty good at this..." he says as you use your tongue a little more, tracing every vein and lapping circles around the tip. euronymous gets lost in the feeling, his entire body feeling the sensations that you were giving him.

just as you felt his cock throbbing in your mouth, signalling his orgasm, he pulled his dick out of your mouth, panting. your spit falling down your neck, going down to your chest.

euronymous pulled you up and shoved you to the wall, your back facing him. he felt him grab your hips and run his hands down the fabric of your short little skirt.

you yelped as you felt a sharp sting right on your ass, a red hand mark immediately being left there. euronymous chuckled softly as he tore off your thong and fishnet stockings.

you stuck out your ass a little so that he could have easier access to your throbbing cunt. he noticed your desperation, and as much as he wanted to tease you, he was just as hungry as you were.

he lined his cock up with your entrance, one of his hands keeping a grip on your shoulder, the other on your hip. he pushed his dick inside of your tight pussy, groaning at the warm feeling.

you moan at the slightly burning sensation of this, but before you can adjust to his size, he's already fucking you senseless, using your body for his own pleasure.

you were his little doll, and that meant that he didn't need to make sure you came too. you were only there to please him.

as your moans gradually got louder, euronymous stuck two of his fingers down your throat. "be quiet, you little slut. you wouldn't want to get caught, would you..?" a few tears roll down your cheeks as his motions get even quicker.

he wrapped his hand around your neck, squeezing it just a little as his dick started to twitch inside of your cunt. you wanted him to cum inside you. you wanted it so bad.

"want me to cum inside of you, hm..? want to be filled up with my seed..?" he words get shakier as he tries to keep his composure. you choke out sobs as you nod frantically. you didnt even care if you didnt get to cum.

you feel his hot breath hitting the back of your neck as he gets to his release. his moans are uncontainable. he bites his lip as a loud moan exits him. you immediately feel his hot cum hitting the deepest part of your pussy.

this was enough to send your orgasm running through your veins, but as soon as it was about to hit, he pulled out and let go of you, zipping his softening cock back into his pants.

you whimpered as you had your orgasm denied, your legs shaking furiously. he simply looked at you and grinned. "thanks for that, doll. hope to do it again sometime." that was the last thing he said before walking out of the alley. you sunk to the ground, tears still falling down your face as he left you there, sad and alone.

author's note: thank you so much for the request! i had lots of fun writing this one, so that's why its a little long. but i hope you all enjoyed it!

[arent-we]

The divinities chaos order

The divinities chaos order: A Balancing Act of Heaven and Hell 1-?

-I only update every once a week, if I didn't please message me or anything.

-This is all fiction don't take it too seriously-

As you can see I still don't have cover because I don't know how (help I need a cover for it) and also the eye color of her is she inherited of her father.

-I also just wanna say that I'm not also good at writing but have fun reading it-

~Being born in a noble is nice right..?~

"Please let me reborn in a noble family"

A young girl drowning reach out one last time but no one came to rescue.

'World is too cruel for me aren't I?'

"Sweet Lady!" A hand reach out to rescue her. "My lady are you okay!?" She looks at her lady that's choking.

"Do I look okay?" The lady looks at her maid "but thank you for saving me... I don't know how to swim."

"It's my duty to protect the Sweet Lady after all." The maid happily and proudly said "Your father wants to meet you my Sweet Lady but you need to wear new clothes! But as the Sweet Lady's maid I'll help My Lady~!" The maid takes the Lady's hand happily going to the lady's walk in closet 

"...too pinkish" the sweet lady said irritatingly "and too many ribbon"

"Let's try this blue!" "No" 

"How about this yellow?" "No"

"...White with gold..?" The lady's eyes sparkled "Alright"

Going to her father's office with almost no sound step as her father doesn't want loud noises 

"Come in" The guards outside her father's office opened the door for her. "Good morning father. I heard you want to meet me, what is it for?" Her father stood up.

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"If you don't mind me asking father, where are we going?" She asked her father who didn't even looked at her. "You will know it once we're finally there" she didn't asked her father anymore and just continue looking outside.

Once they finally come there, a Madl couple welcomed them.

"You're daughter is really cute and beautiful!" The woman said looking at her and pats her head "Oh! Let's talk about this inside?" Once they entered a two other little Madl looks at her. "I'm [Reader's name] im just a normal lady, Nice to meet you both." There are no reasons for her to smile at them and take their little hearts but she did accidentally.

"I don't have that much time. Let's make this quit." Her father said turning to face the two Madl married couple.

"Let's make my son Orter and your daughter in Arrange marriage." The male older Madl who's their father said giving her father a hand. "It's on my daughter's decision." He looks at her and carried her.

"...I'm sorry but I will not, I'm still young and want to discover more. And I don't want to marry someone who doesn't want me, it will just led to mess in our families." They both just left the Madl residence without looking back, and why those Orter looks hurt when he just met her.

"When you said that, You're not like some just kid who plays all day." The lady didn't look at her father, she was sweating and feels uncomfortable. "Father can we go to some shops?" He nods, as the carriage stops. The first who goes out was his father and takes her hand, everyone is minding their own life.

"We're already here, are you wearing your necklace? Good, use it when you're in danger." She nods as her father gave her golds, her eyes sparkled at the golds thinking how many foods she can buy using them.

Some people looks at the young lady carrying a lot of bags and foods, many wants to help her especially thinking some rewards they will get if they help her. She just ignored them and walking in an alley where almost no people are there, she puts down all the things and food she carried, about to put the blanket on a two males with a black and blond. One who seems older wakes up and glares at her. "I'm not here to hurt you both, i saw you two before. May you appreciate what I bought" she was about to leave when she heard the little one's voice "Thank you, we will appreciate this." She smiled at them "Winter's coming, take care you two." The older one thinks of how to repay that young lady, who's not cruel or bad like others. And how could she makes his heart flutter when she just came and how his heart almost burst seeing her smile.

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The lady was trying to use the necklace to escape, there was a dark fog trying to get her. 

It reaches her feet and a hand takes it.

The manor of their family also burning, her father been assassinated while looking for her. 

Her mother who died in the burning manor alongside the workers.

The downfall of their family.

Some glass that's shattered showing some fo her memories, her when she was an Empress. And empress who wished just to be a noble after her knights told her to escape, all fought for the empire. The last master looking for her, drowning herself so no enemies soldier kill or find her, she takes her own life.

The end of her Lostbelt.

[yanyan-stuck]

I'm so sorry to the anon who requested this, I accidentally deleted the ask for it, but I think I remembered the gist of the request

Failed Escape Attempt with Yandere Dave

Dave opened the door to his apartment quietly, hoping to surprise you. You hadn't gotten used to the house enough to be comfortable with him yet, so he usually kept you tied up in his bedroom, where he knew you would be safe. He triple checked the locks every time he needed to pry himself off of you, though that hadn't stopped you from escaping before.

The apartment was silent, which slightly worried Dave, but he hoped to himself that you were just quietly and peacefully and safely sleeping in his bedroom. When he opened the door though, he saw that that was not the case. He sighed as he could feel the anxiety begin to gnaw at him. He tried to rack his brain of all the places he had found you in the past, and he left the house to search for you.

After he had checked every nook and cranny in a 3 mile radius, he began to panic more, you had never gotten out of this area, where were you? He regretted never getting you tracking equipment, as he broke into a dead sprint, letting his instincts and luck guide him as he ran. He found himself on the path to your old house, but heard a scuffle in an alley on the right, and skidded to a stop near the entrance.

When he saw you in tears, cornered by a stranger in an unfamiliar alley, he lost it completely. You heard a metallic scraping sound, and your head snapped to the sound. The man towering above you hadn't even finished turning his head to face the red eyed man speeding towards him before his head was swiped clean off by Dave's sword.

The blood from the man pooled at your feet as he slumped over sideways. You stared at the corpse with wide eyes for a second before you heard Dave talking to you. You looked up to him, listening to only the first part of what he said.

"oh my GOD you have no idea how worried I was for you, what did he DO to you? i cant believe i let you escape i need to be so much more careful you cant take care of yourself i dont know why i thought you would be able to i just..." He continued on, but you had already started tuning him out, watching your tears fall into the spreading blood below you as you tried to remember why you had even bothered escaping.

What had it gotten you, other than more pain that would have been easily avoidable? You heard him shout and you flinched, your gaze jerking up to meet his. "I GET IT! you hate me, i know ive already fucked this up, but i cant keep letting you get hurt like this, it tears me apart each time, it feels like someone is stabbing me in the heart everytime youre harmed, i cant fucking trust you to be alone when you pull stuff like this! god do you even hear how i sound? i wouldnt let anyone hear me like this, but youre different, cant you see what you do to me? youre hurting me just as much as you claim im hurting you, but you dont see me running away, i dont hate you like how you seem to hate me. ive done everything i can for you, i need you to understand this"

He glanced at you over his sunglasses and you can see tears forming in his eyes before he pushed the back on his face. You choked back a sob as he grabbed your arm, dragging you along with him. You didn't even have the energy to try to escape again.

His grip was loose enough that you could have broken away with ease, but after all that had happened over the past couple of hours, all you wanted to do was lay down and cry and be comforted, and you knew that Dave would be one of the only people who would do it for you, and at the very least, the only one who would survive it.

[onigirisamu]

Good day!~ Congratulate with new blog! Can I ask you headcanons about being Inarizaki manager and boys are really simp for her?

thank you so much!! this req right up my alley HAHA

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𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

pairing: inarizaki x reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none

a/n: im so sorry hahsjsj i tried to not get carried away hope this is ok??

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general hcs:

• inarizaki never had a manager before but the workload for them suddenly became heavier and they decided to go look for one

• honestly they kind of tried looking for someone back then but they had to put it off, turns out most of the people who applied were just the twin's fangirls

• that is until you came along

• you were classmates with suna, you two got along well and was surprised he wasn't annoyed with you yet

• you casually talked to him about all sorts of stuff until you complained about your club shutting down because it lacked members

• "you should be our manager lol" suna jokes

• "wait a minute...you're a genius"

• "WAIT NO IT WAS A JOK-"

• but you're already running to the gym

• suna groans, sure you weren't a fan girl and was capable of doing job but he low-key didn't want his team mates to hog you

• cuz guess what he's a simp 4 u 😔

• the team that afternoon had a huddle talk with u waiting at the side of the gym

• "suna, that girl, she isn't a fan girl is she?"

• "trust me she isn't one of those idiots"

• WELL if suna says so 🤷🏻‍♀️

• after a trial day of being a manager, they saw that you were really capable and fit for the job so yay

• and after a week in, you were already doting on them like a parent 😭 you were so caring like??

• you would give them back pats after a hard days work and they would just melt ugh you would've given them head pats but you were probably shorter than these giants

• they'd give you the head pats tho!!

• after practice dinner with them at a restaurant is often tho so ur wallet might be dying but this gives them an excuse to spend more time with you

• they would literally help you with anything too, cooking?? kita and osamu got you, lifting something heavy?? aran is already grabbing it from your hands with a kind smile

• you'd make up stupid nicknames for all of them that you thought was cute but they don't mind!!!!! THEY LOVE IT!!!

• you would honestly find so many ways of making them blush for some reason lol like MF BREATHING

• havent they had a female manager/ nonetheless friend before?????? mayhaps

• or it's because they really like u 👁️👄👁️

• when someone makes you cry you bet that that person won't be bothering you again especially if those were the twin's fangirls

• atsumu and his scary aura is already on it

• they're not that great with comforting someone who's been crying but they do try to lighten the mood and your workload by helping you and making funny jokes

• best believe that training camps are the worst, mostly for you

• three words: so much testosterone

• kita is very protective of you, having you in the middle of the team so you won't get lost and hit on by other guys from other schools

• when you finally meet the other managers, you breathe a sigh of relief and join them

• the day goes by and all of you were having dinner, you left your table to get more meat

• "hey, aren't you inarizaki's manager?" he leans in curiously

• you backed away since he was too close to your liking, "aha...yeah i am"

• "oho~ got a boyfriend?"

• a few tables away was your team, watching the uncomfortable exchange between you two, they were silently fuming

• almost all of them walked behind the boy who was making you uncomfortable and suna tapped on his shoulder, they simultaneously glared at him

• "WHAT THE-"

• "leave her alone"

• he scrambles to leave, hella weirded out by the amount of guys who came up behind him

• you almost cried how they noticed that you were uncomfortable

• HUGS ALL AROUND and a lot of thank yous huhu you were so lucky your boys were there to save you

• maybe suna accidentally joking about you being manager was the best mistake he ever made even if he does have to share the attention with his teammates

[jupiterswlrd]

Spectacular- mark lee

mark never intended on getting bit by a spider on his was home in the subway, he also never intended on saving you from falling in front of the moving train car either. it was all just some sort of sick coincidence. mark had never believed in super powers, yeah what he saw on TV and comics book was cool but it was never realistic. ‘someone just can’t magically change over night’ he thought to himself all the time.

that was, until it happened to him. after his little run in with you he went home and took a nap, shook up a bit on how well his grip on your jacket was, almost like his hands were stuck to you. ‘crazy...’ he chuckled drifting off to sleep. when he woke up his found his upper part of he bunk covered in spider webs.

“ew” he said quietly trying not to wake his roommate haechan up. ‘maybe if hyuck would be a cleaner we wouldn’t have this issue’ mark struggled to sit up something making him stick to his bed. he flopped all around his bed, webs confining his arms to the bed. he finally broke one and somehow tripped off of his bunk. he prepared for his body to hit the ground but something caught him. a string of webs wrapped around his ankle and attached the top bunk. he was confused, but he was mostly relieved. “mark?....” haechan opened his eyes wondering why he saw his roommate dangling from what seemed to be the ceiling. with that the web snapped causing mark to fall on his head.

“dude...” haechan observed mark like he was some foreign species. “did you do that?” he pointed to the the webs covering marks bunk. “n-no!?!?” mark looked at the younger boy like he was out of his mind “do i look like a spider to you?” haechan stared at him for a long minute. “...there’s a fucking web growing out of your wrist right now....”

“HUH?” mark flung his hand somewhere, flinching in a way. haechan grunted loudly his head banging aganist the wall. his body was taped to the wall with one big web. “MARK” he yelled in amazement and extreme pain and discomfort. “I promise i didn’t do that....” mark didn’t know what to do with his hands, he stuck them in the pockets of his shorts fearing himself and what he’d do. haechan eventually broke free, examining the web pattern closely. He had a thing for spiders.

“this is completely unique...your webs have a little M in them. we should take to these y/n, you know shes a science freak” mark completely shut down at the thought of you seeing him shoot webs out of hands. what if you thought he was some kind of freak? “THATS NOT AN OPTIO-“ then you walked into their dorm room, unannounced and unwarranted. “i heard my name from outside the hallway, why are you all so l—“ you were confused to see that mark was no where to be found. “uhhh?? i thought i heard marks voice”

“you di—“ haechan did a double take “oh haha, yeah we were on the phone he’s in the bathroom— he got stuck in the toilet”

haechan shoved you out the room nervously. “yeah so y/n, we’ll see you in class okay?” once you were successfully pushed out the room, mark was sitting with his legs crossed his head in his hands. “bro what the fuck was that?” haechan slammed the door and locked it. “what was what?”

“i don’t know your little disappearing ac— YOU CAN TURN INVISIBLE”

“haechan are you on drugs? you have to be on drugs only people with POWERS can do that and that’s not possible be—“

haechan clamped a hand over marks mouth.

“dude you’ve done the impossible for like 2 hours now, you have powers” the younger boy slid on his shoes and grabbed his jacket. “where are you going?” mark asked laying back down. “you mean where are WE going” he threw marks slides at his head.

“we’re gonna go see what you can do.”

mark and haechan went out to a abandoned parking lot. haechan was good at making something out of nothing figuratively and quite literally. “okay mark pick up that big ass tire over there” mark walked over to it, absentmindedly picking it up “this one?”

haechan pulled a clipboard out his backpack “okay superstrength...check”

after many trials and errors. mark and donghyuck found out that he was very agile, very fast, and very sticky. mark couldn’t go 3 seconds with out sticking to something.

as mark and haechan were walking back to the dorms, mark heard something his ears turned up as he looked around. “do you hear that?” mark pulled his hoodie up and walked a bit faster. “no what do you hear? is everything oka—“ mark took off running in the opposite direction past the parking lot, leaving his backpack and a confused Lee Donghyuck behind him.

mark turned the corner the feeling that was rushing through his body, it was more than adrenaline it was like an itch that so desperately needed to be scratched. he had to find out what that noise was. he found himself in the subway again. the same place his was now 24 hours ago. his head was now spinning the same place he was bitten now stinging more than ever.

his balance was off and his body felt weak. mark blinked harshly, the itch slowly fading away. but everything was fading away he slipped into darkness, passing out on the grimy new york subway floor.

“mark” a familiar voice called out to him. “yes y/n?” he responded, a swirl of neon colors surrounded him, his skin was no longer slightly tan it was neon red with some swirls of blue. he was still in the subway but it was empty. dead silent his own thoughts, and spiders the only things in the station. you were in the form a beautiful pink tarantula crawling all over marks body.

“you know what you have to do right?”

“what do i have to do?”

“save new york” you brushed against his cheek lovingly “save our friends, save me, and most of all” you had somehow reappeared in front of him crawling down from her own line of webs. “save yourself.”

“how do i do that?”

“22nd street my love”

mark heard that laugh he always loved to hear, then a sharp pain in his arm again.

“FUCK” he yelled when he woke up, surprised to see that it wasn’t the “pink tarantula” that hit him, but an IV going into the underside of his wrist.

“calm down mr.lee it’s okay, you had quite a scare there” a nurse rubbed his forehead “anything i can get you? some water? some juice you had a pretty bad panic attack there”

mark sighed

‘how am i supposed to save new york with anxiety?’

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“hyuck” mark said as they walked home from the hospital. “yeah?” he responded taking one of his headphones out his ear. “have you ever been to 22nd street?” haechan shrugged “yeah i’ve been by there, it’s nothing but some apartments...why?”

“i think we have to go there”

that piqued haechan interest, not in a good way though. “you’re not tired i mean...i know you have super stamina but you just had such a bad anxiety attack you passed out” he blinked “i don’t see how you’re not exhausted, fuck— even IM exhausted” mark shrugged and walked in the other direction in hopes to catch a bus, “you coming?”

“so am i like your agent or something” haechan said smacking on the lunchable from his backpack loudly, so loud that mark couldn’t even hear himself think. between the homeless people, the bucket drum line, haechan obnoxious chewing, mark couldn’t hear himself think. “OKAY JUST SHUT UP” he snapped, all attention on him. “oh— uh not you guys i—“ mark quickly became flustered looking at haechan for some help. “OH— uhhh, my friend here has a disorder. sorry about that” haechan rubbed mark on the back, watching as heads turned back to what the were doing. “thank god” mark sighed in relief as they reached their stop. “i feel something...” the same ringing in his ears was back, becoming quieter as he walked in different directions dragging haechan in zigzags along with him

finally, mark and haechan arrived at their “destination”. all it appeared to be was just a regular apartment building. “what the fuck?” mark huffed slamming his fists aganist the wall, accidentally triggering something.

the small alley way they were in between revealed a door, the two boys looked at each other in pure amazement as they jumped through. “what is this?” mark said in awe staring down the walls. “don’t touch anything” an older man said swatting his hand away “you’re the new guy?” he looked mark up and down “the standards must be in hell”

“hi nice to meet you too!” mark sarcastically said. “i didn’t ask.” the man simply replied. “follow me though.” the boys did as they were told. “i believe that we were all put on this earth for one reason, to wreck havoc and help when havoc wrecks things” the older man laughed at his own terrible joke. “that’s why some people their genetic code is different, they’re products of some very expensive experiments, and my favorite” he chuckled “wrong place right time”

“so where do i fall?” mark wondered out loud. “the third one sweetheart” the older man bent down into a mini fridge and got out something to drink. “so basically what i’m saying kid.” he slurped it loudly in marks ears “help when havoc wrecks, whenever it does”with the snap of fingers, haechan and mark were back home and mark was dressed in a red and blue spandax suit. a black spider embroidered on the chest. “bro? you look—“ mark raised a brow, thinking he was still in his regular clothes. “you look like an actual superhero!” haechan danced around the room. “i do?” he stepped infront of the mirror “oh— I DO”

“what should i call myself. tarantula boy?—no too weird spider boy? no too immature”

“spider-man” haechan suggested

“spider-man...” mark said to himself in the mirror.

“i guess i’m spider man...”

[cupcakesnomnomnom123]

Durarara!! x The Outsider

Crossover

*note* AHHH this cross over is my new thing I swear lol. I don’t usually write fics because I can’t hold my attention down long enough to think about a whole story. I usually like to draw because I love it and it gets my ideas out quicker. But I can’t stop thinking about this scenario and the dialogues between the characters that I have to let it out! This is my first fanfic so please be gentle but still love some criticism to my writing. ☺️ also THANK YOU for the support for the other post. I’m glad y’all like it. Also! Not going to be too much Shizaya yet. I wanted to be more Tom and Shizuo friendship centric here.

<TW> mentions of murder, child rape, cannabilisim

(Scenario: News has spread all over Japan of a brutal sexual assault and murder case of 10 year old Misaki Suzuki in Ikebukoro. Details of the murder was leaked to the public early leading to Tom Tanaka arrest while the public and social media are pushing for his death sentence. Tom is waiting to be put on trial. Shizuo visits his accused friend in jail )

Seeing Tom after a week since the… incident.. it looked like Tom aged 10 years. Shizuo sits down and picks up the phone on the left side of the wall and sees Tom so the same. They wait till security leaves and they were alone.

“Hey Tom.. are you okay?…. Wait, shit uhh sorry…that’s a dumb ass question to ask. How are you holding up?”

“…Not very good honestly… who knew being hunged over, fired and being put to jail on the same day really wears a person out haha…”

Tom laughs to lighten the situation but Shizuo can tell it’s fake and self depreciating. Shizuo raises his right arm and tries to rub the exhaustion from his eyes. He looks earnestly at Tom.

“You didn’t do it.”

Tom drops the small smile he had and his eyes showed what he truly felt inside. Completely hopeless.

“Why do you think that? You even said you saw me. Everyone thinks I did it. Even my family. I know they do…my mother refuses to answer the phone. And she always answers the phone. Hell I’m even starting to believe it too. “

“No”, Shizuo says sternly,”it doesn’t add up. I told the police I was with you most of that night. All those fucked up things that happened to the kid. It doesn’t even make sense….you couldn’t of been the one to do it. I’m sure there were cameras at the bar we were at. You couldn’t be at two places at once Tom. That’s impossible”

“A lot of impossible things happen in this city Shizuo. I’m staring at a guy who can lift trucks with no problem”

“This isn’t the same thing.”

Shizuo hates that Tom is feeling this way. He’s upset and pissed at the whole situation. He was pissed the whole time the police was questioning him. He doesn’t have a problem with them per se, even with his bad history with them. It was the repetitive way they were asking the same.damn.questions. Over and over just said differently. It was to see if he would change his story and it was getting on his last nerves. They were betting on Shizuo to give up Tom because they got DNA evidence and even bite mark evidence. All matching down to the very last tooth. But he hold his ground and kept telling them the truth. The police were obviously getting annoyed but he didn’t give a damn. They were trying to get justice for Misaki. They wanted to blame the person all the signs who is pointed at. It made sense. He still would of beaten their asses. But would not helped his or Toms case at all.

He first thought was Izaya since he’s always the cause of all Shizuos problems. This time, it didn’t have izaya’s stink and it didn’t sit right with Shizuo. Izaya usually makes himself known that Shizuo is the bane of Izaya’s existence. The flea is a coward and ruin people’s lives, however…. this… even he thinks izaya doesn’t cross a certain line.

After dealing with the police for hours he went home but he couldn’t get much sleep. The image of Tom running away covered in Misaki’s blood burned in his mind. When he did sleep he wake up having nightmares of finding Misaki body in that dark alley over and over. At the time, he didn’t knew what he saw being he was buzzed from the night of drinking .He didn’t know it was the little girl till he saw the face. The body itself was almost unrecognizable. The body was mangled and ripped apart like a huge animal had gotten her. She was close to Akanes age and sometimes in his dreams both their faces will merge together staring at Shizuo with those same cold dead eyes. That wasn’t the worst part of his nightmares. The absolute worst part was imagination giving him vivid images what the Tom imposter did before Misaki’s murder. He wished he didn’t know..

“Didn’t you also hear from the police shizuo.?,” Tom avoids his eyes.”They also found my DNA all over the scene. They found dna in the building, the van, clothes, inside-

Toms stopped when his voiced hitched a little.

“…the cops showed me pictures…..They were trying to get me to confess but I really don’t remember after I was drinking. I shouldn’t kept drinking. You were right I should of stopped after drink three I should-“

“Hey”. Shizuo says in a harsher manner than he intended.

While Tom tries not to completely break down in front of Shizuo, Shizuo looks at the situation with pure anger and frustration. He can feel the familiar burning feeling simmering beneath his skin. He’s used of being feared like a inhuman beast he is. People feared, and held animosity towards Shizuo. He’s used to that. But Tom wasn’t. Tom literally has the whole world against him right now.

“You don’t deserve to be here..” he almost whispers in the receiver. “ you’re not the monster everyone says you are. I know this not because I was with you most of that night. I know you. We wouldn’t be friends if you pissed me off.”

Their was silence between them. The pause went on too long for Shizuos liking. Toms smile was tired, a little shaky when he sighed but grateful. It was a sigh of relief someone was there at their lowest.

“I think this is the first time you called me one. I was wondering if you ever referred me besides being your boss.” Tom closes his eyes while slightly leans back in his chair with his arms crossed and one side of his mouth perked up. “It feels weird getting the side of being pepped talked at but….” He looks at shizuo with thankful eyes

“Thanks…for getting angry that night. Well, for my behalf. Honestly, that’s the most nicest thing someone has done for me so far since I’ve been in this cage. I’m glad I still have you as a friend. Though I’m not your boss anymore.”

Shizuo doesn’t let too many people in his life in because of the fear of him accidentally hurting them. But this is Tom. Who was their for him at his lowest. He helped him to get most of the thugs off him during middle school. Gave him the suggestion to dye his hair blonde. Given him a job where everything else has failed. Even with izaya interfering with most of them, he knew his temper alone is the first cause of them. Tom helped him so much more than Shizuo deserved. Tom was the last person to be in this fucked up position. Even with the limited pool of relationships he has, he knew when a friend needed him. So he said what he knew he can do best.

“I’ll kill the asshole who put you in this mess. You didn’t kill the girl. I will prove your innocence one way or another. No matter what. I’ll be honest, I’m not sure where to start but I will find them.”

He can’t ask Tom to trust him. He’s afraid to ask. It would be too much faith to ask he had on him when he didn’t had that much faith in himself. Back of his mind, he’s afraid to fail. The voice nagging him, telling him he’s a fuck up. He’s nothing more than a beast destroying everything in his wake. But he’s gotta try. He’s too scared of the alternative option. Tom dying alone believing he’s not worth saving. So he squashes, pushes, kickes and punches that voice back as far it can go. Tom needed to see he’s trying. Tom just smiled at him.

“I trust you on that shizuo. I don’t usually go for violence but this is a special case. I wish I can be there to witness you do it. You still owe me a drink.”

“You still want to drink after this?” Shizuo jokes. Tom smiles a little wider and puts his left hand on his chin in contemplation.

“Hmmm You right. I’m done with drinking for a while. I’ll just settle with trying not to get killed in prison.”

*Aannnd that’s it! Im not sure how much I can do writing before I burn out but the dialogue is the fun part. Doing backgrounds will forever be a fun and the bane of my existence. I hope I stayed IC. I want to do a scenario where shizuo and izaya will work together but my brain will go straight to fluffy moments lol. *

[mightbewriting]

Hello Amanda,

First of all, apologies for my unexpectedly long absence. This semester has been one massive nightmare so far. I’ve been aggressively stress-baking between teaching four classes a week in three different languages, juggling my own research, and trying not to overfeed my cat whose life’s mission is to morph into Garfield. “Only seven more weeks” I whisper to myself as I watch my second sour cherry sponge cake of the week rise in the oven.

I held out on reading Well Said, Hermione until my birthday, and phew! I was literally speechless when I finished it. I’m a sucker for Draco as a first person narrator and you know how much I adore the intellectual idiots of Bone Mortar, so the inappropriate use of Shakespeare quotes thing was right up my alley. Draco accidentally discovering Hermione’s Shakespeare kink and turning both their worlds completely upside down in the process was something I didn’t know I needed in my life until I read it.

I haven’t forgotten about my re-read of B&E and W&H. Both stories live rent free in my mind, and I can’t wait to get to read them again. Just yesterday, I started crying when I remembered the line “In the end, they were made of tougher stuff than five or thirty minutes might unravel” from B&E.

I hope you are doing well & I wish you a productive April. Has spring sprung for you as well? We’ve been having such lovely weather (over 20 degrees Celsius!) here in Europe. All this sunshine is making me so happy and compulsively reapply my SPF 45 twice a day🤭

Hugs & lots of love from grad student anon🤍

omg grad student anon! i am not exaggerating when i say i squealed with excitement when i saw this! its so lovely to hear from you! but im sorry to hear your semester is being a lot. how dare it. am i obsessed with your stress baking saga, however? yes, yes i am. 

im *thrilled* that you enjoyed well said! it was...such a weird concept that forced it’s way into my brain that im still a little flummoxed that it doesn’t appear to be a total crack fic. xD also, you are under no obligations to do a reread lol! that quote though...it’s definitely one of my favorites from the whole story so im secretly a little bit (a LOT a bit) pleased to hear that it pops up in your head and gives you feelings randomly. 

i hope your last seven weeks go smoothly and that your april is lovely! its been beautiful here (though weirdly cold today which im not into) so ive been writing on my patio and experiencing sunlight. how novel for me. 

thanks for dropping in my friend! <3 always so wonderful to hear from you!!

[propertyofwicked]

“im coming with you”  will schofield x reader

request: “hey! Can you do a schofield x reader where the reader lives with the french lady and the baby and she meets schofield when he goes to hide there temporarily? But the reader speaks english fluently and they insist to join schofield and so they leave with him to deliver the message?” @mg228123

i really hope i did this ok sorry aha, i couldnt make it massively fluffy as we are literally in a war setting but i tried my hardest and i may have accidentally changed the request a tiny bit but i hope i did this justice :)

Another day came to pass, another day of complete silence, the only sound being the crackle of the low lit fire or the heavy footfalls of a passing soldier. Sometimes the baby would cry, and either you or Laurie spent your days trying to quiet her down till you could find some food for her or yourselves. It was only a few months ago that you had been living in a small farm in the East of France, with your mother whilst your father was away at war. The oncoming attack had forced you out of your homes, though you had been separated from your mother and younger sister on your mission to flee to your mother’s home in England.

You had arrived in Ecoust, as it seemed a dead town. A few German soldiers paraded the town, laughing with each other, yet you remained hidden in the shadows. One night, you had managed to find a trap door, that led you to the room you sat in now. Laurie had looked relieved when she saw the soft features of another woman, and you were immediately calmed by the baby she cradled in her arms.

This evening was no different from the others, or so it had seemed, till the loud footsteps approached and the two of you could here the wooden trap door slam shut. You exchanged a look with Laurie, fear written over both of your faces as you rushed to hide next to the baby. The room fell quiet as a man walked in, it was as if he could hear your heart beating out of your chest.

He noticed Laurie first, her hands flying up in defence. But he looked equally as frightened.

“I’m a friend,” He said, placing his gun on the floor. He began to ask for directions, but Laurie spoke little English and could barely understand him. Still you remained silent. The less he saw, the better. You lost track of the conversation, drifting out of concentration whilst trying to keep your breathing quiet. The cry of the baby snapped you out of it but also brought attention onto you from the mysterious stranger.

He watched with great intent and smiled as you held the baby close to yourself.

“What’s her name?”

“I don’t know,” You replied.

“You mean, you don’t know who’s baby it is?”

“No. We don’t know anything about her. Laurie found her like this.”

The man held his hand out to shake, Laurie took it sheepishly.

“So you’re Laurie? I’m William- Will. And you?”

“Y/N. You said you needed to get to the forest, yes?”

“Yes. I have to deliver something.”

“I’ll come with you.”

“No yo-”

“You don’t know the way, and I need to leave anyway. I need to find my mother.”

“No. You can’t, it’s too dangerous.”

“Look Will, I’m leaving either way. If anything, I’ll be safer to leave with you.”

“Can you run?”

“Can you?” And that was the end of debate. You set of together, stalking in the shadows. Avoiding the drunken Austrian. Will set of left, where he came in contact with a young German, desperate to put up a fight, however you scoped the edge of the building and just managed to hide out of the eyeline of the Austrian. Once Will had managed to run out, he held out his hand for you to take and you ran, sliding down alley ways and through buildings, dodging the incoming bullet fire. You made it to the edge of the river. The only way out was down.

Will and you share a glance that seems to say ‘now or never’ as he tightens the grip on your hand and you leap into the water in unison.

The water rushes over you head and around your ears, your grip on Will loosens and you’re thrown into branches tumbling through the heavy flow. It’s impossible to see anything and just as you loose all hope, your body drops again, this time into still water. There’s no sign of Will. Until you hear a slight gasp for air and see him a few metres ahead. Swimming over to him, your head strained upwards whilst air floods into your lungs, you latch on to the branch he had wrapped himself around. Soft, white blossom fell around your heads, was this the end? Your senses came to you, as Will began to swim to the incoming shore. You followed suit, climbing over the bodies of fallen soldiers. Whilst you laid on the bank, Will let out a heaving sob. He sobbed for himself, for his friends, for the baby, for you. In the distance, a grumble of a tune travelled like a whisper through the trees. The two of you had reached the forest. Will stood up, holding his hand out for you to stand up.

“I have to- I have to find the Devon's.” And with that he left you, walking into the forest.

You made your way around the edge of the forest coming out a few yards near tents that seemingly went into the trenches. There must’ve been someone who could help, even if they just directed you to a hospital or town. Men were screaming out in agony as you approached the tents, all of the soldiers too pre occupied to notice a woman strolling around.

“Can anybody help? I need someone to keep pressure on the wound!” Someone shouted and you ran forwards to help. No questions asked. All you received was small smiles of gratitude.

Minutes passed and you were dismissed, choosing to walk behind the tent, where your glance fell onto a distraught Will, wandering over to a lone tree. You walked over to him, and silently sat next to him, offering him a hand to hold. He laced his fingers with yours, his lips pressed a soft kiss to them and then his head fell to land on the top of yours. His eyes drew slowly closed, the exhaustion finally overpowering his adrenaline.

“I wondered if I’d ever see you again,” You whispered.

“Thank you. For everything.” And once again, a comfortable silence fell over the two of you.

[akiology]

Hello, Are You There? || Part 2

Minako tries the number neighbor thing. Thinking it was an inactive number, she decides to vent and express her frustrations, turning it into a sort of mini diary. What she didn’t expect was somebody was actually on the other line and decided to send a message back.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Word Count: 4.3k+

Pairing: Akihiko Sanada x Minako Arisato

Note: this chapter includes a long text message thread between headphones and pancakes ehe and some slight angst jfjfdnjf im sorry the next one is gonna be fluffy i promise ; u ; ALSO i accidentally posted this w/o the proper editing so if u saw this b4 im sorry fhrkjfrbf

“Arisato, your grades aren’t so impressive these past few weeks, may I know why?” Miss Toriumi, the teacher in-charge of Minato’s class, asks with concern evident in her voice. This was so unlike him, he always manages to snag the highest scores and is an excellent student. Minato just shrugs nonchalantly. Miss Toriumi sighs, probably realizing Minato probably won’t open up any time soon.

“Arisato, I know you don’t feel comfortable opening up to me. But I hope you are at least opening up to someone. Perhaps your sister?” Miss Toriumi continues. Minato shrugged once again. Before Miss Toriumi could continue once more, a fellow student entered the room.

“Miss Toriumi, you are needed at the Student Council room.” Miss Toriumi gave a quick nod to the other student, and turns to Minato. “Well, I am needed elsewhere. I will take my leave, but please keep in mind that you can talk to me if you need guidance.”

Minato walked out of the Faculty Room and headed for the school gates.

These past few days, Minato has felt… lost.

He overheard his classmates talking about which career paths they will be pursuing, and he felt… left behind. His classmates have already started planning their future and they seemed so… certain.

Minato hasn’t felt the feeling of certainty ever since their parents went abroad without them. They said it's for work, but right now, he really isn't sure if it really is for work. Before they left, he heard them saying that ‘the children are getting bothersome to deal with’. Ever since then, the feeling of stability, the feeling of being sure about something has become a foreign concept to him. Do his parents still love them? Are they a burden? If he was wrong for thinking that his own parents most certainly love and support them, then what about the others? Who's to say he isn't wrong with everything else? Minato envies his classmates, because even though they are the same age as he is, somehow they have already gotten everything figured out for themselves.

‘Why couldn’t he be more like that?’ He could hear the voice in his head say.

This train of thought is the only thing occupying his mind for the past few days, and it has greatly affected his life. His academic grades, his club performance, and even his relationships with both his friends and his very own sister.

Ever since the seed of doubt in his mind was planted, the voice in his head started getting louder and braver.

‘What do you think you’re doing?’

‘Are you sure that’s the right choice?’

‘You probably won’t go far in life.’

‘You’re a failure. That’s why they left.’

He tried everything he can to drown out the voice in his head. He tried listening to music, hanging out with his friends, playing at the arcade, anything. Anything to make it go away or so that he can no longer hear it.

But of course, it is not that easy.

He wanted to talk to his sister, he really did. But he didn’t know how to. It was something he had in common with his sister. Despite being surrounded by many friends, opening up still remains difficult for the both of them. And what makes it even harder is that, he doesn’t know how to explain this feeling of his. Deep down, he is thinking that, perhaps, this was just something he made up himself and that it is not real. So he tried driving his attention somewhere else.

He decided to go somewhere quiet, somewhere hidden.

He let his feet lead him, with his loud music blasting from his headphones.

This mindless walking led him to the train station’s back alley.

It was deserted. Perfect.

He sat down and closed his eyes. Eventually his phone started vibrating. Picking it up, he received a message from Minako.

Sis: hey im in a study grp w fuuka and yukari

Sis: ill be late so eat b4 u go home

Minato was about to send a reply to his sister, when three older men approached him.

“Hey, little man. What are ya doing here?” One of them, whom Minato assumed was their leader, asked him. They didn’t seem too happy with seeing an unfamiliar boy at their hangout spot.

“Nothing.” Minato replied simply, shoving his phone in to his pocket and fixing his headphones into position. The men, however, were irritated by this.

“Ye’r in our spot.” The leader, who apparently has a nose piercing, took a step closer. They tried to look intimidating, but it did not faze Minato one bit.

“And?”

“Leave.”

“No.”

The guy was starting to get angry, and started digging around in his pocket. “Ye’r from Gekkoukan High, aren’t ya? Damn, one of yous are always trying to waltz around here like some hotshot, but guess what? Ye’r not.”

“Ok.” Minato said absentmindedly. And finally, the man reveals what he was hiding in his pocket. A knife. Minato stood up quickly. “I’ll leave.”

“Haha, ye’r too late. I am angry now.” The man swings his knife, and Minato was barely even able to dodge it. It grazed slightly against his cheek, forming a small scar.

“Hey, stop that!” A tall man wearing a beanie and maroon peacoat quickly came to his rescue. He was able to restrain the man and retrieve the knife from him. Mr. Nose Piercing tried flailing around, but the tall man was much stronger than he is.

“Hey, let him go!” The two other guys who entered with Mr. Nose Piercing, approached the tall male restraining their friend. But before they could attack, another male, a silver-haired gentleman wearing a red vest came, and was able to knock down one guy.

The one left standing kneeled down, pleading for mercy. “Please! I didn’t do anything! It was all him!” He then pointed at Mr. Nose Piercing. The tall, beanie-wearing man scoffed, “Wow, selling your friend out just to be able to escape? How pathetic.”

“Aki, get the knife.”

“Got it, Shinji.”

Mr. Beanie, or Shinji as he was called, dropped Mr. Nose Piercing onto the ground.

“Take your friend, and the other one too. Don’t come back or else we will call the police.”

“Fuck ya, Aragaki! I thought ye were one of us!” Mr. Nose Piercing shouted but quickly exited when he was able to successfully carry his knocked-down friend.

Shinji shook his head and muttered under his breath, “I was never one of you.”

Mr. Red Vest (Minato forgot his name) turned to him and asked, “What were you doing here?”

“I was trying to clear my head.”

Mr. Red Vest looks around, “In here?” He didn’t seem to understand why he chose this out of all the places in Port Island. It was really unhygienic and lots of trashes are strewn around. If he were to go here to clear his head, he’d probably exit more troubled than before.

“Well, you did find me here. So yes, here. I was trying to clear my head here.” Minato sarcastically quipped. Mr. Red Vest looked so confused.

Shinji, approached Minato and gave him a band-aid and an unopened water bottle. Minato raised his eyebrows.

“For your scar. I only have water for now, so use it to clean it. Then cover it with the band-aid. When you get home do a more thorough clean, though. It’s a small scar but better be safe than sorry.” Shinji stated. When Minato accepted the items, Shinji put his hands back into his pockets.

“Don’t come back here anymore. Find another place to clear your head. Let’s go, Aki.”

Ah, Mr. Red Vest was named Aki.

“Um, alright. Goodbye.” Aki awkwardly gave a small wave, and they left. Minato decided to gather his belongings and go home.

/./

As Minato approached the apartment, he pulled his phone out of his pocket to check the time. However, his phone died. Minato sighs and when looked up, he notices that the lights are on.

Minako is home.

He brought his hand up to his face, feeling around the band-aid that was placed. He hopes Minako doesn’t notice. The last thing he wants to do is stressing Minako out even more. As he turns the doorknob, he looks down. Hopefully, not meeting her eyes would make it less obvious. As he opens the door, he was met with his sister who was in front of the door. ‘Was she going out?’

“And just where have you been?” Minako asked in a harsh tone. It was rare for her to speak like that and when he heard it, he flinched.

Not wanting to anger her even more, he lied. “With the boys.”

“Lies. They told me they didn’t know where you were.”

‘Well, shit.’

‘You’re just gonna come up with a lie and it was a terrible one.’

Not wanting to receive her wrath, he skimmed past her.

“Minato, I am talking to you.”

He stopped abruptly, still not turning to face her, “What?”

“What? What?! What do you mean ‘what’? I was worried sick! You didn’t answer any of my calls, and your friends didn’t know where you were! Not to mention that it’s late, who knows what kind of criminal could be lurking around the streets at this moment!” He could hear the frustration and worry in Minako’s voice, but he couldn’t bring himself to face her.

He feels that if he did, he’ll break down.

“Calm down, I got home safely didn’t I? It’s fine. You’re worrying over nothing.” Minato cringed at what he said, he knew that he sounded extremely self-centered right now but he couldn’t take it back anymore.

‘You’re the bad guy.’

Minato quickly got up the stairs, not wanting to say any more things that he didn’t mean.

“Minato Arisato, come back down here! I am not done talking to you!”

/./

The next day, the twins’ train ride to the school was really awkward. They can’t meet each other’s eyes. However, Minako would be lying if she said that the band-aid on Minato’s face didn’t worry her one bit. They both seem like they have so much to say, but are hesitating whether it was the right moment or not. They instead decide to disappear into their own worlds, with the power of music. It didn’t help calm down Minako’s nerves, so she decided to fidget with her phone. She eventually found her thumb hovering over the messaging app.

‘Fuck it.’

Minako: hey headphones

Minako: gud am

Headphones: Good morning to you too, pancake. :)

Headphones: How are you today?

Minako: um

Minako: don’t wanna talk about it

Minako: can we talk about something else?

Headphones: Sure. What do you want to talk about?

Minako: uhh

Minako: wanna get to know eachother?

Headphones: Okay. How will this work?

Minako: we take turns asking questions, but no matter who’s turn it is, we will both answer

Headphones: Okay, you first?

Minako: mmm

Minako: pronoun?

Minako: i’m she/her

Headphones: He/Him. :)

Headphones: What do you do on your free time?

Headphones: I either train to make myself stronger or hang out with a close friend. :) You?

Minako: maybe at home cleaning/cooking

Minako: or hanging out w friends as well

Minako: do u like any sports?

Minako: i play volleyball

Headphones: Wow, that’s great!

Headphones: I’m into boxing :)

Minako felt her cheeks heat up. Wow, that’s kinda hot.

‘Wait…’

‘What the hell am I thinking?!’

Headphones: Favorite food?

Headphones: Of course, you already knew about pancakes, but I also like eating beef bowls and ramen from time to time. But no meal of mine is complete without sprinkling some protein powder on it. :)

Minako: oh uhhh

Minako: anything sweet ig

Minako: i’ve got a sweet tooth hehe

Headphones: Then I guess the nickname ‘Pancake’ is perfect for you then. :)

Minako doesn’t know why but whenever they call her that name, it makes her cheeks warm and her heart starts beating faster. This feeling is foreign, but it sure as hell isn’t unwelcomed.

Minako looked out the window and noticed that the train is nearing its destination.

Minako: hey so uh i gtg real soon

Minako: ttyl?

Headphones: Alright, pancake. Take care. :)

Minako: umm

Minako: thanks

Headphones: No problem.

Minako: i dont think u understand, really

Minako: thank u from the bottom of my heart

Minako: for talking to me n being here n all that

Headphones: Anytime. :)

/./

During lunch, Minako decided to eat with Fuuka and Yukari. On the other hand, Minato ate with Junpei and Kenji. Their friends do not seem to be aware that the siblings are currently giving each other the ‘silent treatment’ and haven’t even uttered a word to each other since last night.

As Minako sat down with her food, her phone vibrated in her pocket. As Yukari and Fuuka were settling down in their own seats, she decides to check her phone.

Headphones: Hey, pancake. It’s lunchtime and I hope that you are eating well. :)

That short message made Minako smile so big that it didn’t go unnoticed by Yukari and Fuuka. They gave each other a quick look and turned back to silently observe Minako.

After sending a quick reply, Minako put her phone on the table and placed her bag beside her. After a few minutes, her phone vibrated. Her screen lit up, and it was a message from Headphones again.

Headphones: It better not be all sweets! Your body needs other nutrients too.

Minako chuckled at the message. Which, once again, did not go unnoticed. Yukari scooted over to Fuuka and whispered, “Do you think she forgot that we were here?”

Fuuka replied quietly, “Um, do you know who she’s texting?”

Yukari shrugged and mouthed, ‘Rio?’

Minako: heh okay MOM

Minako: make sure ure the same ok protein man

Minako put her phone down and picked up her utensils, when her phone vibrated again.

Headphones: Hey, that’s not the nickname you gave me!

Minako giggled at the message, but it was cut off by the sound of Yukari clearing her throat. Minako freezed when she realized that she momentarily forgot that Fuuka and Yukari were with her.

“So… who is your new text mate?” Yukari started, sporting a teasing smile and looking at her knowingly.

“Uh, Rio?”

Yukari raised her eyebrows, “Are you asking me?”

Minako cleared her throat, trying to show a poker face. “No, it IS Rio.”

Yukari turned to Fuuka, “Are you buying this, Fuuka?”

“No… She’s acting a bit suspicious.” Fuuka said, shyly.

“Fuuka!” Minako exclaimed, startling nearby students.

“Heh, you heard her. So who is it?”

“It’s nothing! I just saw a funny meme!”

“Would a funny meme make your phone vibrate three times in a row?”

“It’s a notification from a meme page? Um, yeah that’s it! They’re just really active today!” Minako cringed when she heard how fake that sounded.

“Why do you sound so uncertain, this makes it easier to see that you’re lying, y’know?” Yukari said smugly, and Minako doesn’t know if she should admit to Yukari that her new text mate is actually the guy from their number neighbor shenanigan. It’s nothing bad, it’s just that Minako knows that if she mentions this to them, she would not hear the end of it from Yukari.

“Okay fine.” Minako took a deep breath. “I’ll tell you.”

Yukari smiled triumphantly, while Fuuka’s eyes widened in surprise.

“So, who is it?”

“Before I tell you, can I ask what happened to your number neighbors?” Minako asked, hoping to stall.

“Hm, mine blocked me when I sent that message.” Yukari shook her head, disappointed.

“Oh, mine was really scary. They said that if I message them again, they will call the police.” Fuuka said, fidgeting with her fingers.

“What?! Isn’t that a bit too much?” Minako quickly held Fuuka’s hand, hoping to give her some sort of comfort.

“Oh, it’s fine. Maybe they thought I was a hacker or something. It’s not bad to be cautious.”

Yukari sighs, “Let’s never do this again.”

Fuuka nodded, “Agreed.”

There was a moment of silence, until Fuuka spoke up, “Why did you ask about that though, Minako?”

“Oh um… W-well…” Minako looked away and nervously laughed. Until Yukari realized why.

“Wait, is your number neighbor your new text mate?”

“Ehehe, yes?”

Fuuka and Yukari gasped.

“Well, well, well… It looks like I was right. You were able to get a relationship out of this number neighbor thing. Oh! How romantic! You were just one digit away from each other!” Yukari giggled and began hugging Fuuka out of excitement.

“Relationship? N-no… We aren’t in a re-relationship. We’re just… talking. Hehe..” Minako stuttered, and she really wanted to slap herself when she heard how she sounded.

“Yeah, and a relationship comes next after that!” Yukari cheered loudly, standing up and thrusting a first in the air triumphantly. The students in the next table seemed irritated by our table.

“Yukari, simmer down! You’re disturbing the other students!” Minako tried to get Yukari to sit back down. Fuuka found the situation amusing, and giggled.

“Anyways, give us details! You can’t expect us not to want more info when you told us that you actually ended up being text mates with your number neighbor! Spill!”

“Well, he is a nice guy. He is really understanding and willing to listen to my problems. He also respected my decision when I told him to call each other by code names instead of our real names. He also checks in with me every once in a while to see if I was okay…” Minako tells them, and unknowingly smiling to the thought of him. It wouldn’t have been noticed by Yukari and Fuuka if she wasn’t blushing so hard.

“Aww, you like him! Ask him if he wants to meet up, ey?”

“W-what! No! I-I barely know him!”

“Yeah, that’s why you are going to meet up, duh! To get to know each other more… and who knows… This could be something worth mentioning at your wedding when Fuuka and I give our toasts as your maid of honors!”

“Oh, that does sound cute!” Fuuka mentions cheerily.

“Fuuka, NO. Do not encourage Yukari, that wasn’t cute at all!”

/./

After classes, Minato waited outside of Minako’s classroom. Minato decided that he was going to apologize and open up to Minako, no matter what. He doesn’t want to keep his sister in the dark anymore. After a few minutes of waiting for his sister, he decided to go in himself and approach her. He saw her chatting with Fuuka while cleaning up her things.

“Sis.” Minato called, while dumping his bag on top of her desk. “Come with me, you can leave your things for now.” He grabbed his hand and led her outside.

Fuuka seemed confused, but resumed to picking up the scattered trashes. After a few minutes, Yukari entered the room, looking for someone. She quickly found Fuuka and approached her. “Where’s Minako?”

“Oh, Minato told her he had something to talk about. They left their things here, so you can just wait for them. If you wish to talk to Minako, they’ll probably come back soon.”

Suddenly, Yukari grinned widely. “They left their things, ey? So Minako’s phone is in here?”

Fuuka blinked a few times. ‘Why would Yukari ask about Minako’s phone?’

“Yeah, I think? I didn’t see Minako bring anything with her because Minato quickly dragged her outside, it seemed like he had something urgent to say.”

“Aha, I see… Fuuka, want to do a prank with me?”

/./

Minako was surprised by how her brother took the initiative to approach her first. She was happy as it seems like Minato is finally going to start opening up to her, something she wished he did from the start. And then, she remembers Headphone’s words: ‘He just needs some time to figure it out himself and then he will approach you.’

Minato finally let go of her wrist when they arrived at the persimmon tree. He signaled for her to sit down at the nearby bench, which was under the shade. For a few minutes, they were silent. Just taking in the peaceful environment and the cool, refreshing wind.

Minato was the first to speak up. “I’m sorry.”

Minako turned to look at him, “I’m sorry, too. For shouting at you last night, that was unnecessary.”

Minato shook his head and gave his sister a small smile. “No, that was okay. I was being unreasonable. But that’s not the only thing I’m apologizing for.”

Minako tilted her head, confused. “Huh?”

“I have been hiding things from you because I had a feeling you wouldn’t understand me. But that was wrong of me, I shouldn’t just start assuming things and then suddenly start closing off myself. When we were at the train this morning, it felt wrong that you weren’t talking to me. It was a really sucky feeling to have. And then I realized, that this was what you must be feeling when I stopped talking to you.” Minato closed his eyes and buried his face into the palms of his hands.

Minako frowned seeing her brother so distraught. She was about to say something, but Minato lifted his head and continued talking.

“The truth is, lately I have been feeling lost. I don’t know what to do. I feel… empty. I don’t know how to explain it, but basically it’s like the world is in black and white. It’s lifeless, and I don’t see the point. I am… uncertain whether I am making the right choice or not. A voice in my head is always telling me that I am making a bad choice or that I’m a failure. I… I’m sorry if I’m not making sense.”

“Minato, it’s fine… I understand.”

“Do you still love me? You won’t leave?”

Minako was shocked by what he said, “Why would you even think that? I would never leave you! You’re my brother… I would never abandon you.”

“But… mom and dad did.” Minato said quietly, and Minako feel the lump in her throat growing bigger.

“That’s okay. We don’t need them. I won’t ever leave you Minato. You are my partner-in-crime, my bestfriend, and most importantly, my brother. I love you so much and we will always be together.”

“But what will we do about the voice in my head?”

“Well, you have me. We can figure about this together. If you want, we can go see a therapist?”

“I don’t think I’m ready for that…”

“Then that is okay too. You will only go if you want to. I am here for you no matter what, and if you ever start having bad thoughts or the voice in your head gets stronger, just go to me. No matter what time or day, whether there’s classes or not, I’ll be there. Okay?”

“Okay. Thank you.”

Minako and Minato gave small smiles to each other and they hugged. After a few moments, they let go and talked to each other for a few more minutes before heading back inside.

/./

When Minako and Minato returned to the classroom to retrieve their items, they were met with Fuuka looking uneasy and fidgeting. “Fuuka? You okay?” Minako approached her friend, going in for a hug to comfort her but Fuuka jumped.

“Minako! I am so sorry! I tried stopping Yukari but she was determined!” Fuuka bowed her head.

“What are you talking about? What did Yukari do?” Minato strided over, curious with what made Fuuka so worried. Minako shrugged at Minato, confused and worried for her friend.

Fuuka stood up straight, but still unable to look Minako in the eye. Right at that moment, Yukari came in holding an empty food wrapper. “Oh, Minako! There you are!”

Minako, Minato and Fuuka all whipped their heads to where Yukari’s voice was coming from. Yukari approached them, waving the empty food wrapper in front of their faces. “Minako, Fuuka and I are really sorry for eating this deluxe donut snack from the canteen without you! Fuuka was so worried because she knows you like it so much, but I was really hungry so I ate it! Sorry!”

Minako frowned and raised her eyebrow at Yukari, crossing her arms. “Is that all?”

Yukari gulped, and Fuuka started playing with the hem of her skirt, not strong enough to look Minako in the eye. “Yeah, that’s all! R-right Fuuka?” Yukari approached Fuuka, trying to silently ask for back-up.

Fuuka finally looked up to Minako and nodded quickly. “Y-yes! We’re really sorry, Minako!”

Minato stood awkwardly beside Minako, who was seriously studying Yukari and Fuuka. Serious Minako is scary Minako. Eyes scrutinizing their every movement, lips in a tight line, and arms across her chest making her seem even more intimidating.

After a few minutes of silence, Minako gave them a bright smile and laughed. Yukari and Fuuka were surprised and Minato was confused.

“Aww, girls! Don’t worry about that! You were hungry so it’s fine!” Yukari gave a sigh of relief, while Fuuka was still a bit shaken up. Minako closed her distance with the two girls and gave them both a hug.

“But next time, wait for me okay?” She whispered, in their ears eerily.

“Y-yes, Minako.”

“Haha, yeah…”

/./

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Minako: hey

Minako: do u live near tatsumi port island

Headphones: Yeah, I do. Why?

Minako: wanna meet tomorrow, sunday?

Minako: get to know each other?

Headphones: Oh, you want to meet?

Headphones: That’s fine by me. :)

Headphones: Where though?

Minako: paulownia mall, that ok? specifically chagall café

Minako: i have brunette hair with silver pins on it forming XXII

Minako: i’ll also be wearing a red scarf

Headphones: That sounds good!

Headphones: See you soon, pancake. :)

[zombylucky]

“I don’t know where I am. Please help.”

Markus/Simon oneshot

Simon cast a nervous glance over his shoulder, moving a little quicker down the trash-littered street. Across the road, a human glared at him from beneath his sweatshirt hood, eyes full of malice.

Simon felt his Thirium pump quicken in his chest, and shoved his hands into his pockets, trying to soothe himself. He passed a storefront, accidentally making eye contact with the employee through the window.

The human immediately narrowed its eyes, muttering something to the customer standing at the counter as they both turned to look at him.

Simon forced his growing fear down and walked faster, turning a corner in a desperate attempt to get away from the hateful eyes.

Simon chastised himself for turning down the taxi Markus had suggested. His boyfriend had frowned slightly when Simon insisted he didn’t mind the walk.

“You’d get there faster by car, don’t you think she’ll appreciate that?”

“There’s no rush Markus, it’s not an emergency.” Simon had said with a soothing smile. “Besides, it gives me something to do while I think.”

Markus had only sighed, shaking his head with a soft smile, his hands finding Simons and letting his skin fade away.

“Be careful. Call me if you need something, okay?”

“Okay.” Simon murmured, pressing a gentle kiss on his cheek before taking the blue blood shipment from the desk and heading out.

Why hadn’t he listened to him.

Simon shook himself from his thoughts, suddenly realizing he didn’t know where he was. Panic clawed it’s way up his throat as Simon turned down another random street, finding himself passing decrepit, eerily silent houses. The curtains on the house nearest him flickered silently, making Simons breath catch.

This is bad. I need to get out of here.

Simon started to jog, eyes darting across the street to see a human sitting lazily on his porch, cigarette in hand. When he saw him, he stood, taking a long drag from the cigarette and staring at him.

“Yeah, you better run! You piece of fucking garbage!” He shouted across the street, gesturing wildly with his cigarette.

Simon broke into a sprint, the hateful slurs of the human fading as he turned another corner, racing past a group of humans huddled together on the sidewalk. They glared at him as he tore down the street, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

Simon was terrified. He’d heard Markus talking about the awful hate crimes humans committed against androids, often ambushing them as they went about their daily lives, mutilating and destroying them until they were barely recognizable, leaving them faceless and bleeding in alleyways to be forgotten.

Simon choked on the thought, picturing himself slumped over in an alleyway like a bag of trash, forgotten, alone, abandoned-

A metal bar collided with his shoulder and forehead, sending Simon sprawling on the sidewalk with a cry.

This is it, they’re gonna kill me.

Simon sat up as fast as his rattled processors would allow, expecting to see a crowd of angry humans, but discovered that he’d run into a street lamp in his panic.

Practically in hysterics, Simon crawled as fast as possible down a side alley, crouching behind a dumpster, his LED glowing a steady red.

“Call me if you need anything.”

Simon gathered his thoughts enough to send out a call to Markus, crushing himself farther behind the dumpster when he heard a door slam somewhere down the block.

“Simon?”

“Markus.” He half sobbed, half whispered.

“Baby? What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

“I-I don’t, I don’t know where I am. Please, Markus, there’s humans everywhere, please help, help me.” Simon whispered, tightening his hands into fists.

“Calm down sweetheart. I’m right here. Where are you right now.”

“I don’t know.” Simon whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut.

“No, baby, I mean what are you doing.” Markus soothed, his voice steady and calm through their connection.

“I- I’m hiding.”

“Okay, that’s fine baby, stay right there. I’m gonna come get you, okay? I’m tracking your location, I know where you are.” Simon nodded, gripping the fabric of his pants until his knuckles went white.

“Simon?” Markus called, a hint of worry in his voice.

“I’m still here.”

“What are your stress levels at?”

Simon checked, the little blinking numbers appearing at the edge of his vision.

“87%.”

“Alright, just stay still. Im already on my way, it’s just a little while longer now, okay?”

“Okay Markus.”

Simon risked a glance around the dumpster, peering out into the street. His heart nearly stopped at the sight.

It was the human from the porch, his cigarette replaced by a tire iron, his hateful eyes roaming the street with clear intent.

Simon clapped a hand over his own mouth, slamming himself back behind the dumpster, his stress levels spiking to 90%.

“Simon? What was that?” Simon didn’t dare breath a word. He shut his eyes, prayed to whatever deity that may or may not exist that Markus would hurry up.

“Simon?” Markus’s voice rose a little in volume, and Simon thanked Cyberlife that their call could only be heard in his head.

Simon heard a car pull up to the curb, and a door open. The call in his head ended, replaced with the unbelievably wonderful sound of Markus’s voice.

“Simon?” He called, walking quickly down the alleyway. Simon launched himself to his feet, closing the short distance between him and Markus and gripping him tight. Markus held him against his chest, breathing a sigh of relief.

“He followed me. He’s across the street.” Simon whispered, his whole body shaking from his elevated stress levels, only slightly diminished by Markus’s presence.

“Don’t look at him, let’s go.” Markus murmured, kissing the top of his head before taking his elbow and turning him back toward the car.

Simon risked a glance up from the ground to see the human standing across the street, staring directly at them, tire iron in hand. Simon quickly looked away as Markus opened the door for him, ushering him inside before climbing in after him.

As the car pulled away from the curb, Simon heard the man shouting, something about “fucking androids” or “stupid machine”, he didn’t really care.

Now satisfied that the immediate threat was gone, Markus turned his full attention to Simon, who’s stress levels hovered at 89%, his LED still pulsing red.

“Hey,” Markus spoke in a low voice, wrapping his arm around Simons shoulders and pulling him into a firm embrace. “You’re safe. It’s alright.”

Simon shut his eyes, reaching up to grip Markus’s jacket as he burried his face in his neck. Markus rubbed his back soothingly, pressing a soft kiss into his hair as the car brought them swiftly back to New Jericho.

Simon let out a shuddering breath, his stress levels dipping slightly to 79%.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled, pressing his face down into the crook of his neck and screwing his eyes shut.

“You have nothing to apologize for baby.” Markus said, reaching up to card a hand through his blonde hair.

Simon relaxed into the touch, the tension in his shoulders melting as he sighed. Markus continued playing with his hair, closely monitoring Simons stress levels. He leaned back against the door, allowing Simon to rest most of his torso on Markus’s.

As his stress levels reached 40%, Simon sat up, meeting Markus’s worried, mitch-matched eyes.

“I should have listened to you.” He mumbled, suddenly looking away and sitting up completely. Markus sat up, frowning.

“Hey, don’t say that. None of that was your fault.” He reaches across the space between them, sliding his hand across Simons jaw to gently turn his head towards him.

“Yes but-“ Markus leaned forward, swallowing his protests with a kiss. His mouth moved slowly, gently, and yet there was something firm about the way he kissed him.

Simon hummed, his hands finding Markus’s neck. Markus’s skin faded at their connection, and Simon was met with a barrage of emotions.

Love, overwhelming, unrelenting love, oceans of it, so deep it threatened to drown him. Beneath that there was the worry, the fear of something bad happening to him, the memory of that acheing cold in Markus’s chest when he heard Simons broken voice through the call. The fury when he saw the human searching for him. The desperate need to soothe him, to comfort him, to show him just how much he loved him and that none of this was his fault, that he didn’t deserve it and Markus just loved him so much-

They broke apart, gasping. Simon reeled, then immediately reached for Markus, bringing their lips together, and kissing him violently. Markus felt the steady flow of Simons emotions wrapping around him, the torrent of love, the residual fear from his sprint through the neighborhood, memories of his overwhelming relief when he heard Markus calling for him, and now, the thankfulness and gratitude and pride in him that made Markus’s heart just glow.

They parted slowly, gasping for air. Markus rested their foreheads together, his hands finding Simons and drawing them into his lap, thumb running over his knuckles.

“I love you, so much.” He breathed, his eyes fluttering open to meet Simons steady, grey-blue gaze.

“I love you too.” Simon said softly, smiling at last.

The car pulled up to New Jericho, slowing to a stop. Markus pressed a final, quick kiss to Simons forehead before stepping out of the car.

“And Simon?”

“Yes Markus?” Simon walked around the car to stand beside him, taking his hand.

“Next time, I’m coming with you.”

[sillyvirus]

sorry girl when i was going send an ask i accidentally unfollowed you but i followed you again sorry that will NEVER happen again...

anyway HEY WHATS UP YOU GUYS.... ITS JOJO AND RUVI ONCE AGAIN IN THE COOLEST PLACE ON EARTH (MIKKONOTHANS ASK BOX ON TUMBLR DOT COM).... we also have a quick little Song recommendation or no Artist rec for you it is Jun Togawa we Love her music it goes NUTS!!!!!! jojo and ruvi Stamp Of Approval. also we have this Fun edit for you: https://www.instagram.com/p/Cg-Ctu1haJx/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=

Ok show and tell is over. time for the Real Business. THE REAL DEAL!!!! THE DEER!!!! oh wait before we get to the real deal jojo has something to say: he apologizes for leaving you on read and he will reply later. yeah. because right not its business time. EYYYAAS!!!!! ok

now for the actual business which i have yet to figure out what the business is i just wanted to say that. how about some questions (suggestion from jojo.) i think its a great idea. according to jojo you love answering questions so yeah. lets do it.

question Number Uno: what is your favorite enzyme!!! lets find out i have to know.

question number Two: from jojo: when are gonna watch hannibal together (the three of us) GIRL I WANNA KNOW TOO.... we need to do that soon because it would eat.

question number 3: i asked jojo this earlier and now its Your turn. if i eat something and i am now in the Fed Metabolic State... what hormone will my pancreas produce? jojo is producing it right now. YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO LOOK IT UP!!! JOJO SAID SO!! IT HAS TO COME FROM YOUR HEART!!!!! or your pancreas is fine too. ok go. (jojo got it right btw)

question Four: jojo wants to know what you think about the songs/artist we recommended and the edit. so let us know. woohhooo.

question FIVE! JOJO WANTS TO KNOW (AND I ALSO DO) WHAT UR FAVORITE HANNIBAL EPISODE IS!!!!!!

OKAYYYYYYYY MIKKO HOPE YOU HAVE A GREAT REST OF YOUR DAY. WE LUV YA!!!!! <333 AHHHHHHHHH -JOJO WOOOOHOOO WE ARE CURRENTLY SCREAMING BECAUSE THE SONG WE'RE LISTENING TO IS SOOOOOOOO GOOD ASJHJASFHSURhdaj

-from (with love) jaur jaur and raurvi (to miakkaur) GOODBYE! <3

OH MY LORD when i saw the notification i was like NO WAY!!! ANOTHER MUSHRUVI!! THIS IS THE GREAT NEWS!! but turns out its just the same good old mushruvi....

I HOPE MY ASK BOX IS VERY COZY AND COMFY FOR YOU GUYS ^__^ i just listened to a few bits of her music AND THIS IS RIGHT DOWN MY ALLEY :FLUSHED: she gets a third stamp of approval from as well. ARE YOU KIDDING ME THANK YOU FOR THIS FUN LOTTLE EDIT IM LITTERALLY SOBBING. SUKI SUKI DAIII SUKI. what the he'll guys. now yall know this isnt my first time watching it but it hits in the right spot....

i forgive you Jojo.

questions are always a great idea :3

1: MY FAVOURITE ENZYME IS LIGASE BECAUSE ITS SO SWEET ITS LIKE A MATCHMAKER AWWW. AND THERE WAS SOMEHTHING ABOUT DNA I DONT REMEMBER WELL. BUT I DO LOVE DNA!

2: GIIIIIIRL smirk

3: I AM NOT LOOKING IT UP I SWEAR TO MY LIFE but i have a feeling... .. i have a feeling it might be melatonin because i get so very sleepy after eating and so does everyone else :3

4: I LOVE THE ARTIST SO MUCH IM GONNA DOWNLOAD HER ALBUMs AND LISTEN TO IT ONMY WAY TO WORK AND BACK AND ALSO WHILE I DO STUFF THANK YOU SOMUCH FOR MY LIFE. AND THE EDIT TOO

5: OH GOD. i wish i could memorize episodes like jojo does... i can share my favourite moments ahhaha. i liked it a lot when hannibal sniffed will and will went Did You Just Sniff Me. that made me have a good giggle

THANK YOU SO MUCH I LOVE GETTING ASKS FROM YOU IT FEELS LIKE A CELEBRTY PERSONALLY VISITED MY HOUSE AND WENT wow its cozy in here and you are a funny and worthy person. I LOVE YOU GOONS IM YOUR BIGGEST FAN SNIFF

let me turn the tables i want to ask. if i was therian (or A therian..? is it an adjective .?) WHAT would be my thersona. i think jojo will know his answer very well but im interested in ruvi's opinionSO JOJO KEEP QUIET

-love, mikkaur

[speedreiding]

High School Sweethearts (Spencer Reid x Reader)

A/N: hey guys! I don’t know why I struggled so much on this imagine. I’m so sorry I took so long to finish it! Hopefully the next ones will be easier to write! Warnings: none Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader Prompt: Spencer and the reader were best friends when they were kids and they get reunited when she joins the team and she surprises him by covering his eyes and saying guess who? and they end up falling for each other Requested by: @crystalshines2909 Upcoming Imagine: Spencer comes home from a case… - You knew you wanted to work for the FBI, and you wanted to study them, not just shoot them. So the BAU was right up your alley. It was even more up your alley when you found out who was working there. Your childhood best friend, Spencer Reid. You and Spencer has split paths after high school. You had also been very smart and you were 2 grades above your age classmates so you both had something in common, and that’s what triggered your friendship. And now, you haven’t seen Spencer in over 10 years, and to be honest, although you were excited to see him, you were also terrified. You walked through the double doors and froze. There he was, facing his back towards you in a swivel chair. You couldn’t see his face, but you knew it was him. His messy curls on top of his head gave it away. Tears filled your eyes as you covered your mouth and slowly walked towards him. As you approached the back of his chair, you cupped his eyes with your hands making him gasp. “Derek?” He asked feeling your hands with his. “Wait your not Derek. These are female hands.” He said, making you stifle a laugh. “JJ? Is it JJ?” He guessed. “Emily. It has to be Em…” you let go of his eyes and he turned around with confusion on his face. As he looked at you, he realized who you were. “Y/N?” He asked quietly. He waited for your nod and he leapt from his chair and picked you up in a warm hug. Happy tears streamed down your face as he slowly spun you around. “I thought I wasn’t going to see you ever again.” He said setting you down, making him tower you, showing how much he has grown. “Me too. I’m so happy to see you.” You said wiping tears from your eyes. “You grew… a lot.” You said with a giggle. “I did. You used to be taller than me by an inch.” He said, warming your heart as he remembered the small detail. The team looked at Spencer with a confused look. Spencer wasn’t ever this… comfortable talking with a girl. Especially a girl like you. You are beautiful at first glance, and when anyone got to know you, you are even more beautiful. “So guess who’s your new coworker.” You said presenting yourself with your arms open wide. Spencer mouth opened as he let out a gasp. “No way!” He said covering his mouth. “Way.” You said with a wide smile. - Throughout the day, you had met the rest of the team and caught up with Spencer. Eventually it was lunch time and as you were organizing your desk, Spencer approached you. “Do you want to go out to lunch?” He asked swaying up on his tiptoes. You smiled and closed your planner before grabbing your purse and agreeing to go with him. You instinctively hooked your arm with his as you walked down the street. “There’s um… a pizza place that’s really good about 2 blocks away if pizza sounds good.” He said with a stutter. “Yeah! That sounds good!” You said looking up at him with a smile. Your smile had always warmed Spencer’s heart. He loved to see you smile. As you approached the restaurant, he opened the door for you and accidentally bumped his head on the glass, making his face turn red. You course noticed, so you kissed your two fingers and pressed them to his forehead. “All better.” You said grabbing his hand and pulling him inside. The smell of basil and baked crust filled your nose and made your stomach growl. You both looked at the menu, eyebrows furrowed at the odd combinations they provided. “Maybe this was more a posh restaurant than I thought.” He said squinting his eyes. “Does that say squid? Who puts squid on pizza? Let alone, eat it period.” He said, making you laugh. “We’ll just get pepperoni, dork.” You said playfully nudging his arm. You ordered the pizza and then you both sat down across from each other. “Im really happy I got to see you again. It’s been too long.” He said looking into your eyes. “Me too. I’m glad that I’m working with you too. We get to spend more time together.” You said reaching across the table and grabbing his hand. You recalled how Spencer never liked touch, but you had an exception. You both got lost into each other’s eyes. You have before, during staring contests you used to have as kids, but this… this was more sensual. Your gaze got broken as the waiter brought your pizza over. You let go of Spencer’s hand and clapped your hands together at the small pizza for the both of you. “Enjoy!” He said before leaving. You and Spencer both went for the same piece, so you slapped the top of his hand. “Hey…” “I want that one.” “I grabbed it first.” “Well I’m about to eat it.” You said taking a bite and then setting it back down. “It’s mine now.” You said before wiping your mouth with a napkin. Spencer picked up the same piece and took a bite. “Now it’s mine.” He said with his mouth full. You waited for him to set the piece back down so you could devour it but he held it in his hand. “I always forget that your smarter than me.” You said picking up another. “Only by an eidetic memory.” He said before taking a bite. You stuck your tongue out at him and took a bite of a new piece. After you both ate lunch, you remembered that you had forgotten your phone. “You can go ahead and go back to work but I need to run to my apartment to grab my phone.” You said as you walked down the street. “I can come with you.” He said with a smile. You both walked to your apartment, Spencer cracking physics jokes that made you laugh because of how stupid they were. You both walked up two flights of stairs until you reached your apartment. “You can come in if you’d like.” You said stepping into your warm apartment. Spencer stepped in and his heart melted at the sight of your coffee table. You had a picture of your pet and next to it was a picture of you and Spencer. You both held the trophy from the science fair you both won in 10th grade. He walked over to it and picked it up, admiring how you looked in the white lab coat that was too big for you and your green lab glasses. “I found it…” you said trailing off as you saw Spencer holding the picture. His eyes never left it. You smiled and walked over to him, admiring the picture as well. “That was a great day.” You said with a smile. “It was.” He said with a laugh. “Do you remember what we won it for?” You asked, already knowing the answer. He does have an eidetic memory, but even you would never forget that day. “We won for biodegrading naphthenic acids using novel sand bioreactors in the process of bitumen extraction from oil sands.” He said in one breathe. “It also just says that right there.” He said pointing to the certificate you were holding, making you both laugh. He set the picture down and turned to you, just now realizing how close you were. “One of the best days of my life was that day.” You said looking up at him. “That same night… was prom… and we went together.” You said with a small laugh. “You couldn’t dance… but you still went with me. And I remember how you asked me too.” Spencer laughed and blushed. “I gave you a sheet of quadratic curves to graph and once they were all solved they said prom.” He said. “I was pretty proud of that.” He added. You bounced on your tip toes nervously. “You know what I’m proud of?” You asked as your hands grew clammy. “What?” He asked. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down before connecting your lips with his. He let out a little whimper into your lips as his arms wrapped around you. You pulled away from his lips for air, but you both stayed as close as you were before. “You didn’t finish what you were saying.” He said catching his breathe. “That. That was what I was proud of.” You said with a laugh. “You can be very optimistic you know that.” You said. “I guess so.” He said with a chuckle. “I’m proud of being your best friend… and maybe boyfriend if I have your consent.” He said. “Of course I’ll let you be my boyfriend and I be your girlfriend.” You said happily as your lips collided again. “By the way you taste like pizza.” He said. “Yeah my piece of pizza.” You said rolling your eyes. Eventually you both walked back to work holding each other’s hands. “It looks like pretty boy and pretty girl got together finally.” Derek said with a smirk. Spencer’s cheeks turned a light shade of pink, making you kiss the top of his hand. “I’ve been waiting my whole high school career for this, you know that?” You asked stopping him in his tracks. “Trust me I have too.” He said kissing your forehead. I guess you both finally got your wish.