#this is a shinya hate zone now

[rainchyna]

𓆩♡𓆪 episode five: WRESTLING WAR I.

i fought for my life so that y’all can see this so y’all better like it because we will fight >:( this ep is pretty uneventful apart from the promo but it’s kinda boring so i don’t blame y’all if you don’t like it LMAO we could’ve had FOUR EPISODES by now but tumblr stay being the biggest mf opp

6:47 am, training.

the nWo formed two days ago.

it’s been a really long time since you’ve last seen producers, writers, Vince and others be so panicked. it all happened so quickly too, the last thing anyone expected was for Hulk to be the the third man of the faction. it’s not like they can change anything now.

a day that has training usually starts at five for you and Bret. when you both arrived, Randy was there too. the place was a mess. there were a lot of employees running by, paperwork for upcoming storylines was being thrown around, rooms being turned into meeting halls. Randy explained that Vince, apparently, had trapped some people with him since last night and they’ve been writing and rewriting Raw for hours.

“I’ve never seen him so stressed” Bret said as he laced up his boots again, “it’s like his whole head of hair turned white overnight”. you hum, laid out on the ring mat. this meant a lot for you, you had to reinvent your character. introduce new moves, come up with some catchphrases, design some proper ring gear. last thing you need right now is for the audience to get bored of you.

“y’know” you sat up, “back in Japan, when I was in a mixed team with Shinya, we used to do this move where he’d power bomb someone then set them up on the turnbuckle, then I’d hit a running frankensteiner out in the concrete. do you think that would be too much if i do it here?” you ask.

“you worked with Shinya Hashimoto?!” Randy asked, “yeah?” you answer, “didn’t you know that?” you ask. Randy shrugged, “mixed matches are basically unheard of here” he says. can’t blame him, he’s right.

“I don’t think it’ll be too much, considering what will happen for this next period of time. I think Vince will be open to any type of exciting change” Bret says.

you began thinking of new things to add to your character and ways to introduce yourself to the fans, because up until now your gimmick just seems to be a shell of who you were in Japan. maybe you should just use your first name? or talk a certain way? maybe a major gimmick change! hm…

“Y/n?!” Bret called out for you, “huh?” you were zoned out. you look at him and there suddenly was a wild Vince Mcmahon standing outside the ring. his appearance made you jump a little, his hair was an absolute mess, his under eyes were dark and his eyes were red. his button up was wrinkly and the stress of work was showing on him.

“are you okay?” you ask, he nods with a hum as he rubs his temples. “I need all three of you in the office” he says, voice raspier than usual.

as you four walk towards the office you feared the worse, it was obvious that Vince was not in a great in mood at all. you were scared he’d ask you to do something stupid, or to change your gimmick and make a joke out of you.

you exhale, it was Vince McMahon. only so much can go wrong.

Vince begins scrambling for some papers as soon as you enter the office, you, Bret and Randy cram into a random couch in the room. it was something you guys always unconsciously did, cramming in one spot when there’s plenty of room around you.

“here” Vince hands you a paper, you quickly grab it and both men lean in with you to read as well. you frown, the paper was split into two parts, and names were arranged in columns and rows. Vince had picked out the teams for you and Taker.

“I thought you were going to let us pick out our own teammates..?” you half ask, it’s not like you hated your teammates, but you would’ve liked to have picked them out yourself.

“well, they’ve already been selected.” Vince said. you wanted to make him let you pick, but you didn’t want to argue with him today. “okay” you respond.

“why is my name on there?” Randy asked, “wouldn’t that be unfair to the other team?”

“don’t worry, I have a plan for you” Vince said.

please let this go well.

“for tonight’s Raw, I wanna see if you can do an unscripted promo. Taker’s part has been printed out but we left your lines out of his version.” Vince says sitting behind his desk.

“are you sure?” you ask, he nods. “I wanna see if you’re as reliable on a mic as you are in the ring” he explains.

please let this go well.

“okay”

10:22 am, y/n’s locker room.

“which one goes better with my shorts?” you ask holding up two tops in front of your mirror, both strapless, one is red leather and the other black denim.

“hello?” you look behind you, Steve had passed out on the couch while Owen was trying to shove what looked like a pen up his nose. “guys!”

Steve loudly snores himself awake while Owen immediately tries to look innocent. “you’re really not helping” you put the clothes down. “w-what? no, no, I am” Steve sits up, you roll your eyes. “you fell asleep” Owen says, “and you were trying to put a pen up his nose!” you flip on a chair near you.

Steve turns to smack Owen but you quickly jump between them, “you touch my baby, and I’ll smack the accent out of your speech” you threaten while Owen sticks his tongue out at Steve. “whaddya need help with anyway?” Steve asked.

“I wanted to know what I should wear for tonight’s segment” you say, “hasn’t your official gear come in yet?” Owen asks and you shake your head. “that red shirt looks alright” Steve points to your pile of clothes that was almost on the floor. “this one?” you pick it up.

“yeah” he nods, “what do you think Owen?” you ask the blond, “yeah, I think it’ll look cool, wear it with dark pants” he suggests.

“should I wear heels?” you ask, “high heels?” they both ask. “aren’t they a bit impractical?” Steve asks, “yeah, but we’re only doing a promo later, I’m not wrestling tonight” you reason. they both shrug, “go for it” Steve says.

you put on the outfit and your shoes, then unintentionally started an argument about cowboy hats between a texan and a canadian. Steve was raging about how you should wear a white one because it’s ‘classic’ and Owen wanted you to wear a red one to match your shoes.

never in your life did you ever think you’d hear Steve call Owen ‘maple syrup boy’.

“and what the hell do you know about cowboy hats, boy?!” Steve spat, “more than ya fuckin’ do!” Owen faked a southern accent. “guys?” you interrupt, “a red one would look better!” Owen said, “the hell it ain’t” Steve crossed his arms.

“guys!” you yell, they finally pay attention to you. “there’s hats of all colours in the dressing room” you explain. Owen gets up and grabs your arm, “then we’ll go and see which one looks better” he says.

hilariously, they’re both angrily stomping their way to the dressing room with you following closely behind them.

the door flies open and thank god there’s only two people in the room, it was Bret and Randy. y’all would’ve looked crazy in anyone else’s eyes.

as both men continue to argue while pulling out random hats from the accessories’ closet, Bret and Randy look at them confused, as if you could explain anything without them giving you their ‘really?’ faces.

you go and stand next to them, “Vince rewrote Raw” Bret said, your eyes widen as you look at him. “what do you mean he rewrote it?” you ask. you were supposed to be improvising, you weren’t worried that much, but you still wanted to know. “he printed you a promo I think” he added.

now you needed to know.

“when did he do that?” you ask, “like an hour ago” Randy said, “and why didn’t he tell me?” you sigh. “you should talk to him, me and Steve have a match later and he rescheduled it like five or six times so far” Bret explained.

you groan, head falling into the palm of your hand. “no I insist!” Steve’s voice bellowed behind you, a white cowboy hat was suddenly placed aggressively on your head. “not now, Austin” you mumble. “he rescheduled our match again” Bret told him, “jeez, what’s going on with him today?” Steve asks.

you leave the dressing room and head towards the office, heels clicking against the floor. the place was quite, it was still relatively early, only staff in sight. you knock the office’s door before entering. Vince, Pat and a producer were in the room, papers were scattered everywhere, and the atmosphere was tense.

“am I interrupting something?” you close the door behind you, the staff member excuses himself before walking past you and exiting the room. “no, not really” Pat said.

“I heard you changed tonight’s episode” you began, “ah, right. I forgot to tell you” Vince said as he shut his eyes and rubbed his temples. he picked up a paper and held it out in your direction.

you grab the paper examining it, “keep it with you” Pat began, “we still don’t know if we should let you improvise just yet” he adds. you sigh once more, “the decision is still not set though” Vince says. what the hell?

do they want you to improvise or not?

“I guess..”

you didn’t want to start anything with Vince today, the man seems to be going through it. you began walking back towards the door, “y/n” Vince stopped you, “please do your best tonight”, you raise an eyebrow before quickly nodding. “of course” you smile. “nice hat by the way”.

you wanted to grab some coffee to rehearse your lines with since you were feeling a bit tired. you immediately notice Chyna and Lita sitting at a table having breakfast. “where have you two been?” you ask as you sit at their table.

“we just arrived” Lita explained, “and I heard Vince is not having a good day” she adds as she pokes around her pancakes. “oh trust me, he not” you chuckle as you begin reading your lines.

it was generic promo, nothing too crazy, apart from making fun of Taker every now and then. “love the outfit by the way, especially the hat” Chyna said as she drank some orange juice, “you should’ve seen the war that happened for me to wear it” you respond.

“war?” Lita laughs, you nod.

you three just continue chatting and talking about your day, which was a bit hectic so far. “y’all wanna go out later?” you ask, “I don’t really have anything later”. Lita hums with a mouthful, nodding her head. “yeah, this day’s been quite something” Chyna says, “true honestly, Vince is going off of rage autopilot” Lita adds.

the man is clearly trying to get rid of the kiddy, family friendly taste the WWF has to counter the nWo’s renegade antics. every once in a while you could hear him yelling about something being ‘not controversial enough!’.

poor Vince, someone get him an ice cream.

“so a bar later?” Chyna asks, “yeah” you all agree.

3:21 pm, dressing room.

what was it with you and Shawn always being the dressing room together? it felt like you were destined to meet every time here.

“are you following me?” Shawn asked, you slowly turn to him giving him a mean side eye. “I came here first..?” you say putting down your blush palette. you did a plain look today, basic base and some highlight. you added three red rhinestones to the outer corner of your eyes.

“you’re always here when I’m here” he said, brushing his hair. “coincidences happen” you spray your face with setting spray. “nah, I think you’re following me” he reassures and you roll your eyes.

“why would I follow you?” you ask, “’cause you want me” he smirks as he flexes in front of the mirror, ‘I swear my eyes will fall out of my head’ you think. how many times do you have to go over this conversation?

you groan loudly then breath out, calming down. “for the last time Shawn, I don’t want you” you explain. “eeehhh, they all say that at first” he laughs. “annoying ass bitch” you mumble.

you grab a random hairbrush and before you can touch your hair, Shawn immediately grabs it out of your hand. you groan, “give that back! why do you always take my stuff, man?!” you try to swat it away from him, but fail.

“I wanna brush my hair!” he laughs, “you just did your hair!” you pull on his arms, “Shawn give it back!”

he grabs one of your arms and pulls it behind your back, “Michaels, I swear to god-” you begin, he chuckled. “what are you gonna do, hm?” you wriggle in his hold.

“just give me the fucking brush back” you push against him, “or what?” he asks. you roll your eyes,

“Shawn” you warn, “pretty girl” he taunts.

you manage to break away from him and hit with a half assed upper cut. he quickly lets go of the brush and you grab it away from him. “stop with this highschool jock shit, I will break your fucking nose” you threaten.

“I’d love if you do that” he smirks, you stare at his stupidly punchable face, you raise your finger to say some smart shit but stay quite.

“you’re really fucking annoying” you mutter, he steps closer to you and pushes some hair behind your ear, “and you’re really fucking pretty” he says.

pushing him away, you roll your eyes again.

10:28 pm, RAW <Live>

you were in the main event tonight, the last half hour is all yours. the segment tonight was to determine you and Taker’s groups. simple.

you were rightfully very excited, this was your first feud and you were going up against the big leagues, this was going to be fun. everyone was crammed in gorilla, you look back at the men and women and you slightly cringe. get nice and cozy in there guys and pray that each one of you showered, because they’re about to be here for a long time.

you felt giddy, the type of happiness that had you giggling to yourself. Taker clearly noticed, your energy was quite infectious and he couldn’t help but crack a smile himself. “well, someone’s happy” he crossed his arms. “dude, this is gonna be cool as fuck” you smile, there’s a sudden tug on your arm and you’re yanked to side.

“y/n listen” it was Vince, he startled the hell out of you. “fuckin’ hell, Vince” you place a hand over your chest. “the promo we gave you earlier? forget about it” he said, and you look at him wide eyed, “what?” you ask. he nods, “I want you to improvise” he explains.

your mind immediately felt like that fuzzy, black and white screen that a t.v displays when he it’s disconnected. you had came up with some lines when were still going to improvise earlier in the day but you threw out most of them, not thinking much of what will happen.

“and you’re telling me this now?!” you ask, “I know, I know, but pass it off for tonight. I’ll pay you back” he apologetically says. you sigh.

and just like a switch had been turned, and of your excitement suddenly fizzled out.

this was your first feud and you were going up against the big leagues, hopefully this is fun.

you stood by the ramp and a staff member counted you down until your music hit, you fixed your hat and threw your championship over your shoulder as the crowd popped for you. you get in between the ropes and into the middle of the ring, holding your championship up high. a ring side staff member handed you microphone and the crowd settled down quietly.

“so everyone knows about my little situation with The Undertaker. we’re both backstage, he thinks i’m being rude, we almost fight, and all that, you know what happened, whatever, right?” you begin, “but me personally, I really wanna fight that guy, like what’s not good enough about this?” you ask pointing to yourself and the crowds cheers.

“exactly!” you smile fixing your hat, “okay, now everyone listen” and the crowd quite down again. “I wanna issue a challenge to The Undertaker, Taker, I know you’re back there and I know you can hear me. I want you to listen, so listen carefully - actually, why don’t you come out here?” you ask and the crowds pops.

you wait, everyone waits - and waits, you begin getting nervous, yeah you’ve been trying your best to keep the crowd invested in what you were saying, but this wasn’t supposed to happen. scripted or not, he was supposed to come out immediately.

everyone is waiting, still waiting and commentary are starting to question whether or not The Undertaker is coming out.

“look man, I get you walk slowly but hurry up now.” you say. you lean against the ropes and begin chatting with the people at the front row, damn where is he?

“he’s scared of you!” the girl you were talking to yells, “yeah! he sold out!” they guy next to her agrees.

they both begin chanting ‘YOU SOLD OUT!” and those around them follow suit. it took away the nervous smile you had one and replaced it with a genuine one.

the lights dimmed down and first dong in Taker’s theme song was heard. however, he didn’t get the cheers he usually got, instead, he was drowned in the “YOU SOLD OUT!” chants.

one couldn’t tell by the Deadman’s face but he was raging on the inside, not only were management backstage siding with you, but now the fans were too.

he steps into the ring and is handed a microphone as well, “whatever it is that you want to say, or challenge me for, do it now. you’re wasting my time” he said, and the boos he was met by were unimaginable.

“oh, i’m the one wasting your time?” you spat, “so I was the one who took one hundred years to get to the ring?” and crowd cheers so for you. “don’t get smart with me now, little girl” he orders and you shrug.

“just stating the obvious” you say, “now, as I was saying. my challenge for you is that we form our individual teams, people to fight each other. obviously because we can’t wrestle since that’s banned or .. something like that, but our teams can go through something like a tournament to see who comes out on top” you were immediately getting into the details of it all, this segment was already dragging.

the crowd listened closely to every word you said, interested in your offer. Taker raises the microphone to his mouth, “go on” he says.

“we’ll pick out our teams, men and women in both so that it’s fair, and we’ll go at it” you explain. “and what does the winner get?” Taker asks.

“the winner will be in Survivor Series as the main event!” Randy exclaims.

everyone’s attention and cheers are now diverted to the announcer’s desk, Randy tips his hat at both of you and you smile. “you heard the Macho man, is that a deal for you?” you ask.

Taker doesn’t answer you. he’s silent for a while and once again, the crowd is annoyed at his slowness. “oh brother” you groan.

you heard it when it began, the “YOU’RE SCARED OF Y/N!” chants. they almost make you break character, but you tilt your hat and pretend to admire your championship to hide the grin on your face.

“is that what you think?!” Taker yells at the crowd, “yes, you have a deal, Y/l/n!” he bellows and you push your hat back with a smile. the crowds pops.

“how about we pick our teams now?” you ask looking the crowd who cheer again. “Randy?”, Randy pulls out what looks like a bowl from under the table and jumps into the ring with you two.

“the bowl has papers that have wrestlers names in them, each of you gets to pick four. Y/n, you get two women and two men. Undertaker, you get two women and two men, both teams will consist of five members, are we clear?” Randy asks and you both nod.

the crowd didn’t even question how Randy knew about your challenge, they didn’t even care that he knew that there will teams and that he prepared. they wanted to know who was in the teams.

you dig in the bowl, mixing the paper around a bit before picking one out and unfolding it.

“Chyna” you smile, and the crowd cheers, they cheer even louder when she comes out to stand with you in the ring.

Taker picks out a paper and quickly unfolds it, “Luna Vachon” he reads and the crowd cheers again.

you pick, “Sensational Sherri”.

Taker picks, “Lita”

you pick, “Owen Hart”

Taker picks, “Shawn Michaels”

you pick, “Bret Hart”

last pick goes to Taker, “Steve Austin”.

the ring was now filled with wrestlers, Chyna, Sherri, Owen and Bret on your side, while Luna, Lita, Shawn and Steve were on Taker’s side.

“all is fair in love and war, including this one if that’s what we’re calling it.” Randy began, “now I’m gonna ask you two to shake hands. to vow on professionalism in the name of wrestling, no tricks, no lying, no cheating, no stealing. can you?”

you and Taker glare at each other, an intense stare down. you stick your hand out, he stares at it then takes it in his.

“call it wrestling war one then” he says.

little did he know that the reason your team was giggling among themselves and why crowd behind you were chanting your name was because you had crossed your fingers behind your back.

it’s on.

still there was one thing left.

the bowl had one last paper in it, you noticed it. Taker noticed, the crowd did to.

“who’s remaining in there?” Taker asks as he points to the bowl. you grab the paper and unfold it, your brows furrowed with confusion.

“Macho Man Randy Savage” you read and the crowd goes wild, while everyone in the ring looks at each other confused.

“now hold on, hold on, hold on. who’s side are you on?” you ask, and Randy laughs as he begins to exit the ring.

“can’t spoil the fun now, can I?” he smiles.

[levisoneandonlywife]

˚୨୧˚⊹♡MINE♡⊹˚୨୧˚

˚୨୧˚⊹Yandere Shinya x Reader⊹˚୨୧˚

˚୨୧˚⊹✦Part - 1✦⊹˚୨୧˚

Training with Guren was over and you were walking towards the cafeteria for some lunch.

The day was a bit cloudy but thankfully it didn’t rain while you were training.

Your hips sway softly as you were walking in the hallways of the JIDA headquarters. You finally reach the cafeteria. You ordered your usual and sat down at an empty table.

You were enjoying your food when suddenly a stack of paper was dropped on your table with a loud thud. You flinched and looked up to see the same raven haired male you were training with just a few moments ago.

"What's all this?"

You asked looking at the papers with a disgusted face as you knew what he was going to say

"Some paperwork for you so you actually become useless and stop being a lazy brat"

A smirk was displayed on his face

"Hey! Since when was I useless?"

You asked with an annoyed face hating how he was smirking at you

"Since the day you decided you'd become a soldier"

"Hey hey hey, what's all this about, hm?"

A silver haired man walked in looking equally as beautiful and handsome as the raven haired man

"Shinya, he's calling me useless!"

"Oh? Is that so? Now Guren why'd you call her that? She is quite useful if you ask me"

"Heh, you're only saying that cuz yo-"

The raven haired man was cut off as the silver haired man gave him a glare across from where he stood

You weren’t really paying attention to it because you were busy stuffing your face with your food and trying to figure out how you were gonna complete all that paperwork

"When is the due date for all this paperwork?"

You ask half annoyed

"Tonight at 8 o'clock"

You stare at Guren with a straight face which looks like you'll cry any second

"Do you see all this paperwork?? It's literally half the size of my Katana, do I look like I'll finish it in time? It's 3pm right now, does it look like I can finish it before 8?"

"Jeez relax, you can do it, It's not that much compared to what I have to finish"

He says rolling his eyes

"Oh? I have like only 5 hours, since you're that good at completing paperwork, why don't you take mine and finish them for me?"

You reply with a smirk which he held on his face just a few minutes ago

"Not a chance shorty"

"I'M NOT SHORT, DON'T YOU DARE CALL ME THAT"

Shinya was just quietly listening to your and Guren's bickering while trying to figure out what to do to make it easier for you and a bell rang loudly in the room and the three of you looked up at the bell and Guren spoke up

"Aight, I gotta go teach a class full of idiots now, see ya"

And with that Guren started walking towards the exit of the cafeteria making his way to his classroom

It was just you and Shinya now, you were zoned out on when you'll start working on the paperwork when Shinya placed a hand on the table from behind you leaning against your back while you were seated in your chair

"Would you like me to take all of these papers from you?"

He asked you and you jumped up a bit

"But Guren gave it to me didn’t he? And plus why would I make you suffer all this paperwork while I know how much stress it could give?"

"Well then, as you know how much stress these papers can give, you also know how much stress you'll go through to finish these within 8?"

"I do"

"Then I suggest you should give them to me"

"Bu—"

"S/o, I asked you a question,if you know what's good for you, you better answer me"

You were cut off by Shinya saying this in a dark tone, you hesitated for a moment but at last you made a decision

"Fine, here"

You hand him the paperwork and as he takes it from you he gives you a head pat

"That's my good girl"

You were too stunned to speak at what he called you and by the time you actually wanted to say something, he was already walking towards the exit with a load of paperwork in his hand and all you did was to stare at his slowly disappearing figure while sitting.

⊹˚୨୧˚ To be continued...˚୨୧˚⊹

[eiflawriting]

Hey since you said we could ask you some of the questions I think I’d go with the numbers 12, 15, 17 and 30😅I’m sorry if it’s too many I already left others out but if you want you can also just answer one of them🤭

hiii. no worries at all. thank you for asking. i’ll gladly answer all ✨

12. Are there any tropes you used to dislike but have grown on you?

- i answered this here.

15. What’s your favorite AU that you’ve written?

-hmm, i think ten years is definitely my favorite fic, but i would say opposites isn’t too far behind because it’s a very enjoyable write for me. it’s witty, and i believe i’m doing the trope justice.

17. What highly specific AU do you want to read or write even though you might be the only person to appreciate it?

-i wanted to do a secret billionaire trope with shinya hiragi from seraph of the end. but the anime is pretty underrated and i personally feel like a chaptered fic about him wouldn’t get much interactions. so therefore imma give it to another character. whenever the time comes. 😅

30. Have you ever written something that was out of your comfort zone? If so, what was it, and how did it affect your approach to writing fic thereafter?

-i would say writing i hate you sex as enemies. i did that with sweet blood and i enjoyed it. i usually write soft smut because that’s what i like, but after i wrote that, now i be writing steamy ass smuts lolol. i would definitely write another enemies fucking trope. it was fun.

fanfic writer questions.

[mctakahashi]

Ginoza x Mika ;) pt 1 (ps: Idc abt ages

“Agh!” Mika looked up at Ginoza. His face inches away from hers. “I had it! You didn’t have to push me out of the way!” She snarled deeply trying to get Ginozas dead weight off of hers.

“That truck was going to hit you.” Ginoza said in defense, getting off of Mika slowly and held a hand out for her to take. As he predicted she shooed it away. “I’m only trying to help.” He spoke quietly.

“Don’t get to far out of your comfort zone, dog!” She whipped her head around before straightening up her clothes. She then continued to follow the crime at hand running after the truck.

•

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A month or so later

“Here inspector.” Ginoza said handing Mika a tea that he bought.

“Thank you.” She said leaning back comfortably in Ginozas little apartment area.

“You are some minor I’ll tell you that.” Ginoza said pulling his hair out of the ponytail. “To bad in a few months you won’t be the one and only minor. Soon you’ll join the big dogs.”

“Tsk. It’s nothing. When I’m off duty it’s a relief. I hate saying it like that but for real. Being off duty has got to be one of the only things that I enjoy. I like spending them with you Ginoza…” she added in at the end.

Ginoza only chuckled his hand slowly petting the dog who was next to him. “I’m flattered. You know when we first were assigned together you didn’t think of me as a human. Or anything truly.”

“Yes yes I know that.” She rolled her eyes. “I’ve definitely become fond of you. How did you… I mean. How did you become an enforcer?”

“I’m surprised you didn’t go through the files to figure it out. My father. He died on a mission. You ever heard the Makishima case?”

“I did. I heard that’s also how you lost Kogami Shinya and now Akane is after him.”

“Indeed. Well. After that long mission many things changed as well as my hue.” Ginoza set down his drink and moved over to Mika. “Not everyone who is around me gets cloudy.”

Mika’s eyes widened before she stood up moving away blushing. “I-I have to go.”

Ginoza nodded waving her away. “Do get home safe.”

She only nodded leaving quickly before anything more between them blossom.

Ginoza leaned back shaking his head. “And here I thought I only liked Akane. Too bad she is falling for Kogami.” Ginoza frowned and began drifting to sleep.

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“Mika.” Ginoza knocked on the bathroom door. He rubbed the back of his neck waiting for a response.

No. No no no no!!

Mika looked at the test. “WE ONLY DID IT ONCE!” She stomped out of the bathroom throwing the test at Ginoza.

Ginoza bent down picking up the test reading it. He frowned knowing that there wasn’t anything he could do for her. Unless abortion…

“Mika. Can we talk.” He said seeing her stomping away. Unsure if she was upset. Unsure. Or just flat out mad.

“No! This will cloud my hue! I. I can’t have a dumb kid! You suck!” She hurried away before Ginoza was able to convince her otherwise. He closed his eyes and set the test in a box away in the trash.

“Mika… we have to talk.” Ginoza said at her desk in the large office area where a few other inspectors were working.

“Not. Now.” Was all she said before forcfly typing away on the keypad. Avoiding eye contact she got up grabbing a stack of paper and walked out of the office. Of course she wasn’t the only one out cause Ginoza followed.

“Do you not think I can be a good father? Is that the issue?” His voice was harsh. “What is the real issue? Is it cause it will end up like my father and I? Just enforcers?”

“No! Ginoza! It’s… it’s cause you are an enforcer! Look what happened to you and your dad. Our kid is screwed before it’s even born. I’m screwed.” Mika frowned and pulled away. “In a different world maybe it would have worked. After work let’s off… I’m going to the clinic.”

Ginoza felt his heart leap. “No! How can you do such a thing!”

“You have no room to talk!”

“I’m it’s father!”

Mika shook her head leaving the area before her heart took over completely.

Ginoza sat outside the clinic. He checked his watch. Then tapped his foot. Then he stood up and paced around the area. He was losing his mind. Was he really going to let this girls life fall apart?

Then he heard the door open. He turned to see if Mika was coming out. It was her but she had red puffy eyes from crying.

“Inspector?” Ginoza began to say but Mika wrapped her arms around him crying into his chest.

“I-I… I can’t kill it.” She said then hit Ginozas belly hard. “It’s your fault!”

“Agh!” Ginoza huffed out and set a hand on his stomach. “Woah. Easy there… easy…”

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A few weeks later

Ginoza rushed lifting Mika’s hair up as she puked out her dinner. His hand gently caressed her back. “It’s ok. It’s normal symptoms. Morning sickness is the worst.”

“How do you know! You aren’t the one puking your guts out.” Mika snarled and threw up again before Ginoza wiped her mouth and wrapped her up in a warm comfy blanket.

“Lean back on to me.” Ginoza said wrapping her up and pulled her close gently setting a hand on Mika’s stomach rubbing her belly. She began to fall asleep and fade in and out for a while before fully resting.

Ginoza looked at her face seeing it was pale white. He signed knowing that there wasn’t much he could do except watch for now.

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“Are you sure you felt it?” Ginoza asked while mixing the noodles together.

“Yes I’m sure! It was a kick. Now get over here and feel it.” She demanded and huffed out sourly.

Ginoza rolled his eyes walking over setting his hand on her stomach. “I think your going crazy.” Ginoza said teasing her. She walked away pouting “I’m only joking. Get back over here.”

She shook her head walking away. “No. You made me upset now.”

“Hey. It was only a joke.” Ginoza said shaking his head. He pulled his hair out of his face before walking over and touching her back. “I’m sorry…”

“I don’t accept it.” She said sourly.

Ginoza shook his head and began tickling her where he knew she would laugh. “AH!”

Mika laughed aloud and tried to get Ginoza to stop. “That tickles!! You know I don’t like that!!”

“Exactly.” He said and leaned close kissing her. She puffed her cheeks out and started to push Ginozas face away. “Come on Mika I’m sorry.”

She went silent and grabbed both his hands placing them on her belly. The little kicks went crazy hitting at both Ginozas hands.

“Ah. I feel it.” He said smiling. “Your to cute. Especially when you wear those maternity clothes.” He teased once more.

She huffed and pushed Ginoza back. Ginoza chuckled and went back to making dinner.

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“You have to get up eventually.” Ginoza said rubbing Mika’s back gently.

“No. Belly’s. Too. Big!” She huffed out and began pouting.

Ginoza sighed and shook his head. He slid into bed with Mika. “If you don’t-“ he paused and felt wetness. “Mika-“

“My water broke.” She said disturbingly. She sat up with a groan and looked at the wet bed. “Oh god. MY WATER!”

Ginoza saw here eyes go wide and reached over to her. “Hey. Hey. It will be ok. I promise.”

[jediofbooksandsnacks]

wounds

Each scar has a story to tell.

also on AO3

This is set after Kogami returns to Japan after Sinners of the System Case 3. Season 3 had not debuted when I wrote this, uhm, some time ago.

all my thanks to @whatsyourcolor, @sandypenguin6 and @saber-of-dreams for their beta reading skills. All mistakes are mine, and I’m not a medical professional so please tell me if I mixed anything up, yes?

~

The wan morning sunlight drew Shinya from restless sleep. The palm of his hand rubbed over his eyes as he blinked slowly awake, his legs shifting beneath the yellow sheets in the still bedroom. Everything around him waited, as though it had caught its breath in anticipation of something soon to happen.

He dropped his hand.

The clock said it was too fucking early for this.

Next to him, Akane slept with an unburdened face. Nothing pulled her mouth tight, nothing caught her brow and then vanished when he glanced at her. This waiting game was slowly driving him crazy, but he couldn’t push her. Not on this.

He sighed. Ran a hand through his messy hair, ran his tongue over his teeth. A deep breath had him sitting up, sheets falling to his waist. The bed squeaked as his feet met the floor and he rolled his shoulder to work out a kink as the nail marks she’d left behind twinged on his back. On the way to the bathroom, he picked up his abandoned boxer briefs.

Their night had been lustful, and he couldn’t remember when he’d tossed them aside and had buried himself in her, in her scent and her body. Time stopped when he was with her and he didn’t yet know if it was a blessing or a curse. The spigot washed soap from his hands over the low hum of water refilling the toilet. Their toothbrushes were in the holder, hers looked like she needed a new one. He spat the toothpaste out, rinsed. Decided to shave later. The cotton of his boxers was loose around his legs as he returned to the bedroom.

She’d shifted while he was in there. One foot draped off of the bed and her face was buried in a pillow, her mouth opened on a small snore. A print book was on her nightstand and a glass of water stood next to it, blurring the digital time on her clock. The bubble they created together, a place where their daily responsibilities were laid outside the door, slid through his thoughts as he lay back down next to the sleeping curve of her body.

A mole stood out against her pale skin, just beneath her left shoulder blade. Gentle fingers ran across it, trailing down the naked skin of her back. In sleep she rolled over and settled against him and the pillows, her brown hair falling across her face. It was soft as he brushed it back. The smell of chemical apples lifted from her shampoo filled his nose as he kissed her forehead.

The sharpness of her eyes, the curl of her hair tucked under her ear, the slope of her shoulder in the night; he wanted to fix this in his memory, the entirety of Akane, to recall in the long nights he knew were ahead.

In a few minutes she stirred and woke. The exhalation of her breath made goosebumps prickle his skin as her eyes blinked open to meet his. Flashes of a hundred things ran through her look, and he was struck by the fact that they could discover something new each morning ahead until they were old and gray and faced that last, final discovery; if he could only ask her. If they had that luxury. One hand touched his chest as she lifted herself and kissed his shoulder with her tired mouth. As she sat up, she gave out a jaw-cracking yawn while the sheets fell back and dim morning light caught on the smooth skin of scar tissue healed on her upper abdomen.

Evidence of the night before was in the bite mark on her shoulder, the hickey bruising her right breast.

“Be back in a minute,” she said sleepily and kissed him again before she got up to go to the bathroom. The fluid lines of her back bent as she picked up her own underwear and then closed the door behind her.

When the door clicked shut he lay back, his hand beneath his head. It was a struggle to still his mind and think of nothing.

The expectation of violence had been his life, as an enforcer and then as a guerrilla. Wars had been his purpose, and he was prepared at any moment to sacrifice himself for the good of something greater. But nothing, nothing at all, had prepared him for the way he’d died last night in her arms.

Soulmates, his destiny, the One; he hated that take. It was thoughtless. Regressive. It wholesale shattered the fire and blood and meaning each person struggled with to make a life worth sharing and replaced it with a ridiculous trick of fate. But that wanting hit on something as-of-yet unspoken between them. Something that was, for all of its ups and downs, inescapably true.

The bathroom door opened and her footsteps shuffled across the carpet. The bed did not sink quite so far as she slid into it again and curled her arms around his torso and managed to tangle her legs through his. One hand drew an absent line down his chest, and then back up, as her breath tickled his skin and her face settled flush against his neck. Cotton met his hand as it settled on her hip. Yawning again, her breath now minty fresh, she murmured, “How long have you been up?”

“Not long,” he said. Fingers traced up and down her back, making slow, steady progress.

She hummed. The midday deadline for his departure loomed in front of them and manifested in the ceaseless motion of her hands against the contours of his skin. Will they ever be free of the System and its demands on their attention, on their hard work, and on their sacrifices? Her fingers settled into a circle on his side, tracing from his hip to his ribcage and back again. Both of them handing in their resignations and retiring to a house in the countryside, like Saiga, almost made him mention it to her. But that hadn't ended so well for him, had it?

Absently, she kissed his chest.

Understanding their jobs and saying goodbye were two different things.

“When did you get this?” His hand skimmed across the puckered skin on her side, just beneath her ribcage. Dominators were her judge and occasional jury, but this looked like—

“I got shot while we were making an arrest.” Her hand curled in the center of his chest. “I was glad that Gino was there to pursue while Hinakawa radioed for help.”

Of course it was Gino. Gino and his steady presence, manifesting his own guardian enforcer version of Dime. For whatever else was going on, for whatever bullshit Gino was going through, Shinya knew that Gino would have been tempted to end those assholes for hurting Akane.

Gino’s one problem was that he fell into the trap of being Iago’s green-eyed monster. But Gino’s feelings towards Akane were that of an older brother looking out for little sis, and that hadn’t changed. Masaoka’s own role suited him, though Shinya was leery of saying that. Their healing relationship was still sometimes contentious.

“He’s a good friend,” she carried on, “though he’s always trying to be a warrior.” The motion of her hands on his skin made him shiver; she traced one of his scars with gentle fingers.

“You seem to attract them.” The conversation he’d had with Hanashiro many months ago resounded in his head.

Eyes bright with knowing insight sparkled in her otherwise obviously controlled and clearly quite serious face which was in absolutely no way fighting a smile. “Detective instincts.”

A more secure him would not draw her close and kiss her. A more secure him would not fight a battle with himself about any of this, hue be damned. A more secure him would say the hell with it and ask her to--

(Still.)

One of her legs came high, her warm knee brushing the hair on his thigh as they lost themselves in a long, slow kiss. When it ended, her hands fell into her habit of retracing his scars. The bullet slash on his neck, the deep cut on his chest, the mottled skin of a one on his side that had healed slowly and needed better medicine than they had available.

“I can feel that,” he said to break the silence, “but at a remove.” Her waiting eyes watched him, so many questions looming unanswered between them.

“I know.” Fingers splayed over the wound, briefly erasing the mark from their sight. Beneath the warmth of her hand, though, he felt that dead zone, that place holding his marked history. Only parts of that story had come out since he’d been back, something he felt almost a pull to tell her and bring reality back to their plastic and Hue-cleared world. Someday he’d tell her more. But not now.

He threaded his fingers through hers. Kissed them. The sorrow in her smile held grace as she laid her head on his shoulder.

Could he turn time back to that first click of the loaded gun? Does the passage of time only heal wounds, or set them in deeper? And how can you find absolution when each morning dawned on a fresh battle with your own demons?

He’d met people like that. He fought back against it every day.

Shinya buried his nose in her hair, inhaling lab-created apples once more. Fingers ran over her back as he set those thoughts aside as he murmured, “I’m not dead yet, you know.”

Contrite, she hummed. “Are my thoughts that clear?”

“I know you.”

“You do,” she sighed. “Then I’ll see you when you return.”

“Only if you make the same promise.”

Her nose pressed into his neck, her mouth gave him a light kiss beneath his jugular. One hand slid down to her hips while the other traced her back, his own body responding to having her so close. The curve of Akane’s hip sloped down beneath his hand, and on his way back up he brushed his fingers over her stomach and abdomen and between her breasts before he brought them to her jaw. Ran his knuckles along her cheek, kissed her nose.

Trust and worry warred there and something deeper. Darker. But there was nothing they could say unless they opened her own tightly closed doors.

And how could he push through them, when his own had opened barely a crack?

Her face was only inches from his own when he caught her lips in a kiss.

Notes:

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OnS!

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The first character I first fell in love with: Probably Mika bc he was an absolutely precious child and that's still true today. He was adorable child and now he's an adorable vampire.

The character I never expected to love as much as I do now: SHINYA. I adore his and Guren's dynamic, whether you ship it romantically or not. Never forget Shinya being the damn 'late for anime school' meme getting out of the sports car with a piece of toast in his mouth, that was gold.

The character everyone else loves that I don’t: I don't really have a character that fits this one tbh. Sure there's characters that I'm kinda indifferent to because we as readers aren't meant to like them much (like the higher ups in the Hiiragi family) but I don't have overwhelmingly negative feelings towards any of the characters.

The character I love that everyone else hates: I don't think there's really a character that fits this one either.

The character I used to love but don’t any longer: I guess Mahiru because I used to like her character a lot more during the hot second I RP'd her years ago, but now she's not as big on the forefront of my mind when I think about OnS characters that I really like, if that makes any sense? So like I still enjoy her character but just not as much now.

The character I would totally smooch: Guren. I said what I said lol.

The character I’d want to be like: I would love to have Yuu's bravery or it's stupidity depending on how you look at it. I'm very much a person who is afraid to take risks and step out of my comfort zone, and the fact that Yuu can do it and put himself into precarious situations so easily is something enviable for me.

The character I’d slap: Ferid. I think everyone can agree that he deserves at least one for what he did to the Hyakuya orphans lol

A pairing that I love: Mikayuu. I'm an absolute weak ass sucker for the childhood friends to dating trope and those two fit the bill just right. Seeing them try so hard to protect each other just makes me soft all the time and I'll always adore that ship.

A pairing that I despise: Guren x Yuu. Just nah, I'm good.

[thetruenamelessmonster]

These Dark Times.... Psycho Pass Fan Fic

If you like what you see, have a question or anything else related to my story please leave a comment, this is one of the very few times I have shared this on the internet, I very rarely post my stories due their strange and unusual content that greatly deflects from the main anime. So with that in mind I present my disclaimer being that I do not own any characters from this anime and also a warning that many of the characters mentioned in my stories are very OOC (out of character!) ok enough of that legal stuff!!

 The tight dark alleyways which were almost maze like in appearance as they stretched for miles around the ‘free zone’ didn’t seem to bother Makishima as he sprinted down one particular long walkway while searching for the mysterious individual known as Azusawa.

The free zone was strange type of oasis on the outskirts of the main city.

It was a place that had been purposefully overlooked by the Sibyl System, a place where citizens could indulge their sins in small healthy amounts without fear of clouding their hue.

Many times, in the past Makishima, at times accompanied by his hacker friend Choe, had visited such an area to meet with certain individuals to discuss their plans of destruction.

It made sense then that the ‘hunter’ Division had brought the asymptomatic along as his knowledge of the area was quite valuable especially when it came to locating certain meeting places for lesser known criminals.

A certain name had constantly popped up during the investigation into Mount Olympus and that name was Azusawa.

While Makishima was unfamiliar with the name he knew exactly where such a mystery man would be hiding.  

Using his influence and street reputation the asymptomatic had managed to get the hunters inside without any incident.

Locating Azusawa however proved more difficult as they only had a very sketchy description of the suspect.

Makishima had purposefully separated himself from the group in order to draw Azusawa out.

Well aware that he was being watched from a far the asymptomatic didn’t flinch or react when he was approached by a tall man with scraggly short black hair who was dressed in a faded grey business suit.

It was quite clear that the smug arrogant individual who slowly circled around Makishima was indeed Azusawa who seemed very at home in the seedy darkened room of the underground café.

Azusawa appeared to be aware that Makishima had changed and was no longer the big scary monster he once was.

The obvious proof was that the asymptomatic had lead members of the MWPSB into a hidden area and also the fact that Makishima was dressed like an Enforcer.

It was according to Azusawa all the evidence he needed to know that the asymptomatic had gone soft and had fallen from grace, Makishima didn’t have as much influence as he once did in the past, he was slowly losing his hold over the lesser criminals he once commanded.

After making such cruel accusations Azusawa quickly left, choosing to stealthily slip out the back exit, and Makishima followed not because he’d been insulted by Azusawa but deciding to purse the man for a different reason which went beyond forcing him to apologize.

If the arrogant Azusawa was apprehended, the MWPSB would be too distracted in their interrogation to focus on Makishima who hoped to use Azusawa’s arrest as a means to escape.

The asymptomatic was getting quite bored of playing the role of the helpful civilian consultant to the law, it was time to break free and do his own type of investigation, one that didn’t involve being under the constant supervision of several Inspectors and suspicious Enforcers.

The communication device on Makishima’s right wrist started to flash which signaled an incoming call.

Such a distraction was ignored by the asymptomatic who continued down the alleyway, alert and looking for the sly Azusawa.

Seeing a form crouching behind a large metal dumpster up ahead caused Makishima to grin as he slowed his pace, it seemed that apprehending Azusawa would be easier than he thought.

Azusawa appeared to have little to no combat experience and it was because of this that he was most likely hoping that a swift surprise attack from a hidden location might give him an advantage over Makishima.

Silently approaching his target Makishima silently reached forward to grab Azusawa’s shirt collar, the sudden assault would hopefully be enough to force the man to the ground where Makishima could easily restrain him.

Again the communicator rapidly flashed on the asymptomatic’s wrist and again it was ignored by Makishima, his sudden disappearance at the café had no doubt angered and confused both Inspectors by now.

Suddenly Azusawa rapidly spun around to face Makishima catching the asymptomatic off guard as he took several steps backwards in surprise.

The individual that stood in front of Makishima wasn’t Azusawa but instead a very angry Kogami Shinya!

Kogami frowned in anger as he tossed the cigarette he was smoking to one side.  

Not allowing Makishima to say a single word the Enforcer grabbed the asymptomatic and pinned him to the nearest wall never taking his eyes off his hated rival.

Quickly studying Makishima’s attire caused both concern and confusion to flash across Kogami’s features as he frowned.

“What are you…? Why are you…like…that?” Kogami stuttered appearing unsure of what to say as his mind struggled to assess the current situation.

Makishima simply smirked as he observed the Enforcer in his current state, very rarely did anything really upset Kogami or cause him to become so shocked he turned into a stuttering mess and now the asymptomatic had found a new method to cause trauma to an already unstable Kogami and it was very entertaining to witness.

Suddenly Kogami seemed to realize that instead of concern, he should be feeling angry at Makishima and the Enforcer shoved the asymptomatic hard into the wall refusing to let go while glaring back.

“What game are you playing at now?” Kogami demanded. “Are you trying to mock the MWPSB by dressing like that? Answer me right now!!!”

Admittedly Kogami was still puzzled over what Makishima was wearing, the Enforcer was so used to seeing the asymptomatic only dressing in white or lighter colours such as green or blue that suddenly coming across his hated rival wearing what seemed to be an Enforcer’s uniform seemed very strange and disturbing.

Hearing Kogami’s angry words caused Makishima to grin as he stared back at the Enforcer.

“I believe you have it all wrong” Makishima said snidely. “I’m merely doing my part as a good citizen and assisting the MWPSB in whatever way I can, I was told that in order to temporarily assimilate that I should wear this suit”

Kogami gritted his teeth, “You expect me to believe that garbage? Since when do you listen to orders? What’s your true motive in all of this? Are you behind this new crime wave involving Synth addicts?”

“In all honesty Kogami I have no idea what you’re talking about” Makishima chuckled. “Perhaps in the past synthetic substances were something that may have been useful as an effective bribe when I was assisting others but I no longer have any ties to such individuals, tell me if you’re here you surely aren’t alone? Does that mean that the lovely Inspector Tsunemori is close by?”

Kogami slammed Makishima hard into the wall glaring back at the asymptomatic, it was obvious that Makishima had hit a nerve.

“Don’t change the subject!” Kogami snarled. “I know you’re playing a role in these killings; it has signs of your influence all over it!”

Makishima shrugged, “As I stated before I don’t know what it is that’s gotten you so upset, if you’d like to explain in greater detail then perhaps, I might be able to help you”

As Kogami went to speak he noticed that Makishima’s right wrist was blinking.

Releasing the asymptomatic from his iron hold Kogami grabbed Makishima’s right arm and quickly brought it forward, slightly turning the limb so he could clearly see the communicator.

“What the…?!? Why are you wearing this?!” Kogami demanded.

Makishima causally glanced at the communicator before looking back to Kogami.    

“It was put on me before I started to assist the hunters” Makishima said slowly. “I believe all the Inspectors have one too”

Flinging Makishima’s arm down in anger Kogami loudly exhaled.

“Please tell me you’re not that stupid” the Enforcer muttered. “That this is just a terrible dream I can’t wake up from”

“You seem troubled again Kogami” Makishima spoke up.

Glancing back towards the smug asymptomatic Kogami repressed the urge to punch the man.

“Idiot!!” Kogami yelled. “That’s not an Inspector’s communicator!”

As if to further demonstrate the point Kogami rolled up his left sleeve and showed Makishima the exact same communicator.  

When Makishima only casually glanced down at his communicator without any signs of concern Kogami’s anger slowly started to rise.

“Notice anything?” Kogami asked.

Makishima looked down at the communicator then back to Kogami before shrugging.

“I don’t notice any differences” the asymptomatic replied.

Exhaling loudly Kogami loudly grinded his teeth.

“Mine and yours, they’re both the same you moron!” Kogami snapped. “They collared you without you knowing, you’re an Enforcer now!”

Again Makishima’s blank expression caused Kogami to become angry.

“I suppose my curiosity got the better of me” Makishima remarked as he studied the communicator. “I assumed it was only temporary, isn’t this how all Enforcers are recruited?”

Kogami glared at Makishima as he took one step towards the asymptomatic.

“You know as well as I do that’s not how it happens, people don’t willingly become Enforcers for fun unless they’re stupid idiots like you, you’re the only individual I know who decided to become an Enforcer voluntarily and that truly sickens me!”

Watching as Makishima tapped his communicator against the brick wall frustrated Kogami.

“If you think that they’ll release you after whatever it is that you’re ‘helping’ them with you’re stupider then I thought” Kogami said quietly. “It wasn’t meant to end like this, it was supposed to be different but now…”

Glancing up at a confused Makishima who’d returned to studying his communicator Kogami sighed.

“The MWPSB caught you idiot!” the Enforcer said harshly. “And you didn’t even put up a fight”

“I assure you it’s only temporary” Makishima replied. “Despite the fact that I can no longer see any latch to unlock”

“Just face the facts!” Kogami said angrily. “You’re not walking away from this, you’re a wanted felon by the MWPSB remember? Why would they just let you leave without question?”

Before Makishima could say anything Kogami quickly pushed the asymptomatic hard against the wall pinning him in place.

“Someone’s coming” Kogami whispered. “So shut it!”

As Kogami glanced to the right a figure approached the pair.

Seeing the middle-aged man with short black hair, goatee beard and dressed in an Enforcer’s uniform caused Kogami to release Makishima as he turned to face the individual.

“Hey Boss” the young man said smiling. “Didn’t expect to see you here”

“Irie?” Kogami frowned. “What are you doing wandering these alleyways alone?”

Irie grinned as he thumbed towards Makishima, “It’s fine one of my Inspectors sent me to find this guy, he pulled a disappearing act before and neither Inspector is very impressed”

“So it’s true” Kogami breathed. “Makishima is assisting you”

Noticing Kogami’s faint smile caused Irie to question his mentor.

Taking a few steps away from Makishima, Kogami kept his smile while shaking his head.

“The idiot just realized he can’t take his communicator off” Kogami said.

Looking back at Makishima who was attempting to find a latch to undo once again caused anger to swirl inside of Kogami.

“It won’t come off unless an Inspector authorizes it” Kogami remarked.

“They have to be alive too” Irie added. “Just thought you’d like to know that”

Kogami turned back to Irie, “So you were told about Makishima, what he’s done in the past?”

“Yeah we were told, remember I am part of a group that’s meant to hunt dangerous guys like Makishima but lately…” Irie trailed off.

Irie paused before continuing, “It’s one thing to read the files and know about the MWPSB’s most wanted but it’s another thing to see them in real life, I mean I heard stories about Makishima when I was on the streets, that he was ruthless, a sadist, a manipulator but really intelligent and organized, I read about his ties to the helmet riots but I’m not sure if this is the same guy or not”

Kogami glanced past Irie to see Makishima attempt to break the metal strap by chewing on it.

“Stop that!!” Kogami ordered. “That MWPSB property and the last thing we want is your saliva all over that communicator!”

Makishima instantly stopped before looking up at Kogami, an act that surprised Irie as the asymptomatic refused to listen to either Inspector of the hunter Division.

“It’s not coming off” Makishima said. “Perhaps I should try a different approach?”  

“Of course it’s not coming off” Kogami huffed. “Isn’t that obvious?”

“Wow” Irie breathed. “He listened to you”

Kogami crossed his arms, “I just know how to speak to Makishima that’s all”

Directly looking at Irie, Kogami spoke, “Please tell me you didn’t give that maniac access to a Dominator? Your superiors aren’t that naive, are they?”

Irie shook his head, “No they didn’t but strangely enough Makishima seemed relieved that he wouldn’t have to use one”

“That’s because I don’t need such a weak weapon to enforce others” Makishima spoke up. “I have my own way of doing it”

“You’re not ‘enforcing’ anyone so just shut up!” Kogami shouted. “I’m still having a hard time believing that all of this is happening, it doesn’t feel real”

Irie shifted on his feet, “So Boss why are you out here by yourself? You looking for someone?”

“A Synth addict” Kogami replied. “I really should get back to my unit before I’m noticed though”

Before Irie could reply Kogami leapt forward and punched Makishima squarely in the jaw causing the asymptomatic to fall back hard against the wall in shocked silence.

Irie simply whistled softly as he glanced back at Kogami who was flexing his right hand.

“That feel good Boss?” Irie asked.

Kogami faintly smiled, “You don’t know the half of it, that was a long time coming”

Struggling to his feet Makishima touched his left cheek lightly smiling as the faint iron taste of blood filled his mouth, Kogami’s punch had caught him off guard however he didn’t mind the unexpected attack.

Not wasting any time Kogami reached forward and grabbing Makishima by the purple tie he wore pulled the asymptomatic closer, enjoying seeing the faint flicker of fear in Makishima’s eyes as though for once in his life the asymptomatic had no idea what his opponent would do next.

“Listen to me and remember this” Kogami said slowly. “Now that you’re an Enforcer I don’t have to hold back understand? What I did to you today is only a small sample of what I’ll do to you if I ever see you dressed like this again, you’re just very lucky that I’m needed elsewhere otherwise…”

Kogami left his threat hanging as he roughly shoved Makishima back.

“Whatever it was that frightened you so much that you willingly became an Enforcer is something I don’t care about, but know one thing you aren’t safe by pretending to be one of us in fact you just made your miserable life even harder, we Enforcers have a system of our own in place similar to a ladder and you’re the bottom rung, everyone steps on the bottom rung try to keep that in mind”

Kogami then turned back to Irie, “Get this idiot out of here before I decide to punch him again”

Irie simply nodded as he glanced towards Makishima who was gently touching the left side of his face which was slowly growing red.

“Hate to say I told you so….” Irie said shrugging. “But you sort of deserved that”

As Irie attempted to grab Makishima by the collar the asymptomatic flicked the Enforcer’s hand away giving Irie an annoyed stare as he started back down the alleyway.

Irie sighed, “Doesn’t look like I have the magic touch like you Boss”

“It’s not something you want trust me” Kogami replied. “What I just did should make Makishima a little bit quieter for the next few days but if he acts out of line again contact me immediately ok?”

“Sure thing” Irie nodded. “Best of luck hunting your suspect”

“I think your Division needs more luck then me especially now that you’re having to deal with Makishima”

Both Enforcers then simply nodded and went their separate ways down the dimly lit alleyway.

[collaborationfandom]

Rules and Intro

MUST READDD

Hi guys! New blog cause I felt like it and I made my friend join too. We’re gonna say this straight off the bat that we’re inconsistent. Therefore, we’ll update at least once every two weeks. (for writing) but it’ll all depend cause we decided to be stupid and make this blog when we’re gonna start Junior yr in like 2 months but yeah (written in 2020 June). This is obv an imagine and scenario blog, Mod hawks will do imagines only and Mod Dazai will only do one-shots only. This blog is more of a stress reliever to get away from our studies. We’ll have a list of specific fandoms and characters we write for (favoritism cause we’re unfair like dat). anYWayS!

Things I’ll write for:

Fluff

Angst

Nsfw (writing this will be the reason why I don’t go to university)

Character x reader (Mod Hawks and Dazai)

Character x character (Mod Dazai)

Poly

Pretty much any sexuality

Things I will NOT write for:

Rape

Incest

That’s kinda it. I do write for yandere but not like the ones that’ll rip your skin off and wear it.

Requests:

Max 2 characters for imagines (Mod Hawks)

Max 1 characters for one-shots (Mod Dazai)

We are allowed to reject a request if it makes us uncomfortable.

Our limit is 10 requests every time. So if it goes over, requests will be closed until we finish it all.

Also when you request please try to be as specific as possible (especially if you’re requesting for scenarios/one-shots) 

For e.g. “(Character name)’s reaction to first meeting s/o” rather than just “Fluff for (Character name)”.

Fandoms/Characters we write for (I’m sorry but we’re really picky cause we only write for those we know well enough to, I don’t wanna like half-ass it and screw something up):

If the name has H next to it only Mod Hawks will write for it (imagines) and if it has D next to it, only Mod Dazai will write for it (one-shot).

Bnha (Hawks is mah bby)

Todoroki Shouto

Midoriya Izuku

Bakugou Katsuki

Touy- AhEM Dabi

Hawks (Takami Keigo)

Uraraka Ochako

Yaoyorozu Momo

Rumi Usagiyama (D)

Kaminari Denki (D)

Tower of God (I’m a proud Korean)

25th Baam

Khun Agero Agnis

Hatz (H)

Endorossi (H)

Yuri Zahard

Zahard (In data personality for now)

Khun Eduan (In data personality for now)

White/Hoaquin (H)

Maplestory (Do ppl still know this game-) (H)

Phantom (H)

Evan (H)

Freed (H)

Mercedes (H)

Kinesis (H)

Luminous (H)

Bungou stray dogs

Osamu Dazai

Edogawa Ranpo

Nakahara Chuuya

Pokemon (Yes. You call it childish, I’ll find yo ass)

Raihan 

Leon

Marnie

Hop

Gladion

Zelda botw (I love this series)

Link

Zelda

Urbosa

Revali (yes, I’m a furry. Deal with it)

Mipha

Fire emblem (So mAnY chOIcEs)

Claude

Dimitri

Edelgard

Felix

Sylvain

Hilda

Chrom

Kimetsu no Yaiba (tsUYOKU nARErUUuuUUUu)

Kamado Tanjiro

Kamado Nezuko (as a demon)

Uzui Tengen

Rengoku Kyojuro

Agamatsu Zenitsu

Hashibira Insouske

Kanroji Mitsuri

Kocho Shinobu

Iguro Obanai

Tomioka Giyuu

Tokito Muichiro

Yushiro

Akaza

Douma (Don’t request for Mod Dazai, cause he killed her waifu)

Yoriichi

Sabito

Owari no Seraph (so under apprieciated)

Ferid Bathory (D)

Crowley Eusford

Ichinose Guren

Hiragi Shinya

Hyakuya Yuichiro

Hyakuya Mikaela

Hiragi Shinoa

Haikyuu:

Hinata Shoyo

Kageyama Tobio

Oikawa Tooru

Iwaizumi Hajime

Sugawara Koushi

Tsukishima Kei

Kuroo Tetsurou 

Kozume Kenma

Haiba Lev

Bokuto Koutarou

Akaashi Keiji

Ushijima Wakatoshi

Semi Eita

Shirabu Kenjiro

Miya Atsumu

Miya Osamu

Devil-man crybaby:

Akira both before and after (D)

Ryo (D)

Miki (D)

Suddenly Became a Princess One Day (someone better request for this):

Claude

Atanasia

Lucas

Ezekiel

Felix

Toilet-bound Hanako-kun

Amane Yugi (Hanako)

Amane Tsukasa

Minamoto Kou 

Minamoto Teru 

Yashiro Nene

Natsuhiko Yoga

Akane Aoi

God of high school (I have simped for Mori for 6 years-):

Mori (H)

Hui Mori (H)

Mira (H)

Daewhi (H)

Ilpyo (H)

Q (H)

R (H)

Soo Jin (H)

We’re sorry that this may be a little confusing but sometimes we just wanna stay within our comfort zone. 

Lastly, this is a safe spot. Ya hear me? SAFE SPOT. A place where everyone comes to escape reality and just relieve stress so pls no hate. Also we’re sorry if we don’t upload a lot but we’re trying to pass high school and get to a good Uni ㅠㅠ

P.s. We might add more fandoms as we go.

[twilightknight17]

So I was zoning out during work this morning thinking about how they made a big deal about deviations to Mementos floors being a thing that could happen, but I’ve literally only gotten two the entire game. That one time when they told me about them, I got a whole dark floor full of Treasure demons. And I got a dark floor one other time. I thought it was weird, because I didn’t visit Mementos a lot, but when I was there, I was there for long periods of time. It feels like something that should have happened more often.

I now regret every thought in my head about that subject.

So we’re heading back into Maruki’s Palace to try to route the Treasure, which... I don’t know. I’m not getting the impression that he has a specific Treasure. The whole thing with his fiancee was the instigating event, but...this is clearly not a normal Palace.

Ten Thieves is so many Thieves.

So she wasn’t Ribbon or Midnight. XD I like Violet, but at the same time, it feels like it doesn’t match her overall aesthetic. It fits her, but not how she looks, which means the Thief gear really needs an update.

Being Goro is suffering.

Sumire gets an actual, proper awakening, with actual blood! I knew there was something fishy about there not being any the first time around. I really, really wish her outfit had changed, though. Give her something unique to represent herself as her own person. Not Kasumi, and not Joker’s aesthetic. But okay, fine, be the only person whose gloves don’t match their core element.

Time to shove my whole team into a safe room!

...while I appreciate you not making a scene and understand why you have mixed feelings, I’d also just like to remind you that you were the one who said, “It doesn’t matter where you start over.” He’s...trying, Futaba.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the room...

I guess not being at each other’s throats is as much as I can ask.

So I gasped out loud like an excited dork when I realized that one of the personas you can fuse now in the Velvet Room was Hastur (and it was also something I had to fight in the Palace). I should have figured that if Biyarki was around, the thing it serves wouldn’t be too far behind. Shame Hastur wasn’t the final boss, but I still think this is the first time he’s shown up since Innocent Sin, and even there he was like a weirdly-hidden secret. I’m honestly just nerding out. XDDD

The warehouse areas were fun to climb around in, and the monitoring room was about as unsettling as anything else so far. I do think it’s funny that everything is so sleek and sci-fi and whatnot and then...ceiling fan.

Anyway, we can’t get any further in the Palace here, so it’s off to Mementos. Another day, because god forbid we just go today. But that means I’m finally free from plot prison and all my friends want to talk to me again. I might have enough time to rank up Haru. I probably won’t have time for Shinya, but if I have an extra two days somewhere...

I feel so bad for Sumire.

Makoto has finally directly acknowledged that she plowed in head-first and was kind of stupid.

It would have been funny if her third-tier persona was just Anat riding Johanna, but the new bike is cool, too.

I’ve got four third-tier personas, rank 7 of Sumire, and rank 8 of Haru, but I’ve also got two Mementos requests, so I guess it’s time to go investigate.

...oh dear.

Apparently the Depths no longer exist. Iweleth opens directly into the Grail’s chamber. Which he’s filled with giant security cameras. What is he even looking at?

A whole new area has formed, going up instead of down. I wonder if it’s going to connect back into the Palace. It’s like he looked at Mementos and was like, “I’m going to make a better Mementos. With tentacle monsters and the color white.”

And what requests we have! A mother threatening to kill herself and her kid out of grief and depression, and a teenage boy that wants us to kill him so he won’t hurt his sister again. How dare I assume that utopia means less severe Mementos requests!

(In hindsight, there was one request a long time ago where we just talked down the person. It was the only time we’ve done that. You’d think we’d talk down the kid trying to commit suicide by phantom thief, but nope. He was fucking Yoshitsune and it was a nightmare.)

Please appreciate that I almost launched my phone across the room trying to get a picture of this Showtime activation dialogue before it disappeared. XDDD

So I’m pushing forward through Da’at looking for the next rest area so I can stop for the night, it’s probably two floors away, and my thoughts from this morning manifest to destroy me as we head up the escalator and Futaba announces, “Joker, this floor is dangerous! We need to get out of here as fast as possible!”

Okay, cool. It must be a deviation where all the enemies are the powered-up red-aura kind. I’ll just be ready to floor it around them and it’ll be---

...what’s that noise?

Watch out for the what?

So I haven’t seen the reaper yet. I’m pretty speedy in Mementos. And apparently there’s a deviation floor where he’s just there from the start. Stalking you around as you open treasure chests and scream and drive like a maniac. He almost cornered me in a dead end and if this was remotely realistic I’d have crashed the bus swerving around him. X’D

Thank goodness the safe floor was in fact two floors up.

Bonus:

Went to run around in the Den and spend more coins, and...

Iwai’s shop is...where, Akira?

I’ve got Shido’s statue and Yald’s statue around to bait Goro into commenting on them, and it finally paid off. XD He hates the big gold lion.

Yusuke says that he’s probably being a bit narrow-minded, and Goro shrugs him off with, “You probably felt the same about Madarame.”

Yusuke says that he understands that Madarame was not always a terrible person. Something distorted him into what he became. Goro doesn’t care that Shido was probably the same.

Which, all things considered.......fair.

[hinotsubasa]

Beyblade Burst God: Character Intros

Long time no post ^^;  sorry about that~ 

ANyway... I was on the Beyblade Burst official site downloading one of the free wallpapers when I wondered vaguely if anyone had translated the character introductions on said site. Then I thought, why not do it myself? 

So... this may be a work in progress, if more characters are added. There are more than 10 character intros atm, so... I’m putting them under a cut. 

AOI VALT CV: Inoue Marina

Affiliation: BC Sol (Spain)

Bright and energetic, this boy is the type to be positive in everything. He tends to act before thinking things through. He brightens his surroundings and makes other people smile. He dreams of becoming the world’s Number 1 Beyblader. Inspired by his rival Shu, he went overseas and joined Spain’s BC Sol. Worldwide, he’s still an unrecognized Blader, but he grows with each battle and becomes someone who influences those around him. Beyblade: God Valkyrie 6V.Rb

Special Techniques: - Bound Attack - Bound Jet Shoot - God Reboot - God Slash

SISCO CARLISLE CV: Terashima Takuma

Affiliation: BC Sol (Spain)

Called a genius, he’s a powerful person who’s commanded numerous tournaments. He always thinks about battling strong opponents, as he believes that will help him improve. An overbearing sort, he thinks there’s a place somewhere just for him, though in reality he isn’t confident in this. He’s honest and calls things as he sees them, with no malicious intent.

Beyblade: Kreis Satan 2G.Lp.   

Special Techniques: - Roller Drift - Roller Defense - Cyclone Loop

KIYAMA RANTARO CV: Okabayashi Fumihiro 

Affiliation: BC Sol (Spain)

His nickname is “Kumicho” (Boss), and he’s close friends with Valt. The embodiment of justice, he can be foolishly honest. Laughter, tears, joy –his exaggerated expressions convey his emotions perfectly. Because he acts roughly, he’s often misunderstood. In reality, he’s a simple and nice person. Following Valt, he went to Spain and passed BC Sol’s entrance test.

Beyblade: Blaze Ragnaruk 4C.Fl. Special Techniques: - Ragnaruk Zone - True Ragnaruk Zone

FREE DELA HOYA CV: Shiraishi Ryoko

Affiliation: New York Bulls (America)

The Number 1 Blader in the World Rankings currently playing for the New York Bulls. Originally from BC Sol, he became the top player through training and player promotions. He speaks bluntly, whether his opponent likes it or not. He has a certain saying for when a battle isn’t enjoyable for him. “A match is fun if you win. I always win, so I always have fun.”

Beyblade: Drain Fafnir 8.Nt.   Special Techniques: - Drain Spin

KOMURASAKI WAKIYA CV: Kobayashi Yuu

Affiliation: Real Sun Bat (Spain)

The only son of the head of the conglomerate known as the Komurasaki Group, he’s intensely self-confident, believing he will win. This belief is because he trains as hard as he can. Shu going overseas to face new challenges lit a fire in Wakiya’s heart, and he bought the Spanish team Real Sun Bat with the intent to challenge the World League. He’s decided that both he and his team will become the best in the world.

Beyblade: Tornado Wyvern 4G.At. Special Techniques: - Hyper Shield Crush - Tornado Shield - Super Tornado Attack

COOZA ACKERMAN CV: Takeuchi Junko

Affiliation: BC Sol (Spain)

A Blader playing for BC Sol. With both parents working in a circus, Cooza has been traveling the world from a young age. He’s good at acrobatics, having good reflexes and being exceedingly nimble. While he’s very cheerful, in battle he becomes a cold, indifferent warrior, as though he were a different person. A parrot named Carl always accompanies him.

Beyblade: Alter Chronos 6M.T.   Special Techniques: - Slide-on Shoot - Slide-off Shoot - Tightrope Dive 

KUROGAMI DAINA CV: Takagaki Ayahi

Affiliation: Paris Bladers (France)

He joined France’s Paris Bladers and rebuilt it into a strong team. He’s extremely fixated on victory, which prompts some to call him the Grim Reaper. Bursting an overwhelmingly strong opponent’s Bey after thorough research makes him happier than anything. He has an endearing side that loves small animals, but he hates for anyone to see it.

Beyblade: Killer Deathscyther 2V.Hn. Special Techniques: - Hunt Shoot - Doublestrike

GHASEM MADAL CV: Hamazoe Shinya

Affiliation: Royals (England)

A Blader with England’s Royals. Originally from Thailand, he’s also a practitioner of Muay Thai. When his fighting instinct shows, he’s like a beast. This sparked the rumor that he was raised by beasts, frightening opponents so much they couldn’t gather their wits in time, let alone face him properly. He’s extremely hostile towards Sisco Carlisle, who destroyed the Bey he’d received from his father.

Beyblade: Maximum Garuda 8F.Fl. Special Techniques: Unknown

RED EYE

Affiliation: Unknown

A top Blader at the mysterious training ground known as the Snake Pit. His true identity is a mystery, since his face is hidden by a mask. Decidedly reticent, he’s the type who’ll risk everything in order to strengthen himself.   His goal is to become the strongest. In order to achieve that, if he thinks there are opponents he has yet to beat, he’ll target them.

Beyblade: Legend Spriggan 7.Mr. Special techniques: - Axe Shoot - Upper Shoot - Counter Break

KURENAI SHU CV: Enoki Junya 

Affiliation: Unknown

The masked Blader Red Eye’s true identity. After losing to Shirasagijou Lui, he returns to the Snake Pit to surpass his limits.  He throws Legend Spriggan away, and goes through the Requiem Project, leading to the creation of Spriggan Requiem. Now, Kurenai Shu discards the past, seeking only strength.

Beyblade: Spriggan Requiem 0.Zt. Special techniques: - Requiem Spin - Requiem Slash  

JOSHUA BOONE CV:  Furukawa Makoto

Affiliation: New York Bulls (America)

A super Hollywood star known all over the world. Talented at Beyblading and ranked No. 5 worldwide, he’s one of those called the “Big 5”. He believes he’s the best in everything. Full of confidence whatever he says and does, he’s a natural entertainer who delights those around him.

Beyblade: Blast Jinnius 5G.Gr. Special Techniques: - Cyclone Whirl - Cyclone Counter  

XHAKUENJI KAIZA CV: Koyama Rikiya

Affiliation: Brazil Rios (Brazil)

More popularly known as Xhaka. He's a bright, cheerful, big-hearted sort, a parent-like figure whom everybody likes. He's childhood friends with Aoi Valt. He heads for Brazil and joins the Brazil Rios in order to become stronger. He possesses superhuman physical ability and strength, which helps him excel in martial arts. His Beyblading ability is also on the world level, leading to him quickly becoming one of the Big 5.

Beyblade: Sieg Xcalibur 1.In. Special Techniques: - Double Impact - Triple Impact

SON RUWEI CV: Sawashiro Chiharu

Affiliation: Brazil Rios (Brazil)

One of the top Bladers in the world known as the Big 5, he’s a member of the Brazil Rios. He’s able to predict where his opponent’s Bey will land as well as calculate its movement, thus defeating them calmly. A master of Chinese martial arts, especially with the staff. In the world of martial arts, he has a rivalry with Xhakuenji Kaiza.

Beyblade: Shelter Regulus 5S.Tw. Special Techniques: - Fang Attack - Shelter Defense

BOA ALCACER CV: Kaida Yuki

Affiliation: Unknown

A Blader originally from Mexico, he’s been thoroughly trained at the organization called the Snake Pit. He became stronger with the goal of catching up to and then overtaking Red Eye. Having overcome extremely difficult special training and tests, he’s made Arc Bahamut his own. Now he accompanies Red Eye on his “Blader Hunt”.

Beyblade: Ark Bahamut 2B.At. Special Techniques: - Final Guard - Final Crush

CLIO DELON CV: Amano Kokoa/Ishii Kokoa

Affiliation: Paris Bladers (France)

Originally from Romania and a self-styled descendant of Count Dracula. He’s always drinking tomato juice. Both parents are magicians, and he’s been interested in magic since he was young, resulting in his old-fashioned manner of speech. He really likes his childhood friend Cooza Ackerman, and is convinced they’re best friends.

Beyblade: Deep Chaos 4F.Br. Special Techniques: - Lift Shoot 

SHIRASAGIJOU LUI CV: Park Romi

Affiliation: Unknown

Though Japanese, he grew up in America. One of the Big 5, he’s called “The White Tyrant”. He sees only Flee dela Hoya, the top-ranked Blader in the world, as a worthy rival. He has talent yet puts in more effort than anyone else he knows, so he’s confident that he is the strongest. He really is one of the strongest Bladers, and is an overwhelming presence.

Beyblade: Nightmare Longinus Ds. Special Techniques: - Metal Dragon Crush

KURTZ BALATIER CV: Okawa Genki  

Affiliation: Unknown

A former world champion, also called the Emperor. Thanks to a long ripcord almost 2 meters long and his incredible jumping ability, he can perform a strong launch.  When he felt like there were no other opponents stronger than him, he disappeared from the world stage. Then, he started battles in a place where underground Bladers gathered, now  known as the Underworld. Now he seeks more thrilling and exciting battles.

Beyblade: Beat Kukulcan 7U.Hn. Special Techniques: - Thunder Attack - Trigger Attack NORMAN TARVER CV: Wakabayashi Yuu Affiliation: Unknown While he was a Blader with at the Snake Pit, he was called Gold Eye. Before Kurenai Shu appeared, he was the strongest of all the Bladers, acknowledging no one. He has a strong sense of rivalry with Shu, and joins the God Bladers Cup in order to regain the title of the Snake Pit’s strongest. Beyblade: Twin Nemesis 3H.J. Special Techniques: - Smash Hammer - Upper Crush

[heartenvy]

more p5 updates

- i might not actually finish shinyas confidant :(((( i think i finished literally evryone elses tho??? or at least theyre on rank 9

- last night i went to get the last mementos requests and i was getting money out of one of them since i only had like 20k on me so then i zoned out for like an hr and a half and suddenly i had. 4mil. ok

- i know ill hate myself but im highkey tempted to spend today trying to max out trumpeters luck stat.... i have grown attached to him

- now that i have satanael im also tempted to redo arsene...... he will be Powerful.....

- i remembered i could fuse alice and i am.v happy with her fhhdhdfhdhdhhdr i need to remember to get the rest of the max arcana personas idr who they are

- im kinda glad goro isnt on the team anymore bc now im not living in pain with him so CLOSE yet so far......

- i didnt mention it before but during my first playthru i got mara as an instakill so ive never had to actually see him. except the last mementos boss but we cant win them all