#Shogo Fanfiction

[welcometothedopeworld]

Sweet Secret Admirer ~ *Shogo Yamato*

Summary: Shogo has been noticing presents of sweets for the past few weeks. At first he thinks it's just an accident but then he thinks someone could be sending them to him. But who could it be...?

Pairing: Shogo Yamato X G/N!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Drabble

Word Count: 786

Warning: N/A

Masterlist

A/N: You know it's going to be good when my vision is blurry while writing the whole thing.

It all started with a chocolate bar in his duffel bag. Shogo wasn't quite sure where it came from, but Toma told him the label had his name on it. And so, right before dance practice, he ate the sweet chocolate bar and felt energized throughout the entire practice.

Then it was a small bag of caramels on his desk. They were all wrapped up in parchment paper with a red bow on the bag. They melted on his tongue as he cleverly crafted songs for VISTY. Some even had cream in the middle. Still, he wasn't quite sure where they came from. However, he wasn't complaining. He hadn't been that successful in writing in a long time.

A couple weeks later, there was a large lollipop the size of his hand in the recording booth. Kantaro was insanely jealous and asked him to break it so they all could have a piece. But he refused, saying it was meant for him. And while he couldn't finish the whole thing in one sitting, he made sure to keep it hidden from Kantaro, who seemed ever more determined to get a bite.

When Shogo found a gumball machine in his room that was fully stocked with the colorful candy, he finally had enough of not knowing who was sneaking candy to him.

"Alright, seriously." He said, hands on his hips as he confronted VISTY in the common room of their dorm. "Who keeps giving me candy? I'm not mad. I'm just super confused."

Aoi frowned as he continued playing on his phone. "I can tell you right now that it's not me."

He glanced over at Toma who shook his head. "It's not me. And I know it's not Kantaro either. He's been jealous every time you get a new thing of sweets."

"It's not fair!" Kantaro pouted and crossed his arms over his chest. "Why don't I get a secret admirer?"

Aoi glanced up from his phone for a split second. "And what makes you think he has a secret admirer? For all we know, it could be one of the staff taking pity on him or something."

Shogo shook his head. "Regardless. None of you have been giving me candy?"

Again, all three of them shook their heads. Toma piped up. "Sorry. Although whoever is must really like you."

"Like I said!" Kantaro added. "It must be a secret admirer! Who do you think it could be?"

Shogo thought for a moment, trying to come up with a name of someone he thought could be a secret admirer. Of course, as soon as he had one in mind, he blushed and quickly shook his head.

Aoi, always perceptive, laughed at his reaction. "I know EXACTLY who you're thinking of."

"Who?" Kantaro asked.

Toma began to laugh as well. "Oh! He's not thinking of them, is he?"

"Who?!"

"C'mon, who else would he be thinking of?"

"WHO?!"

"I AM NOT THINKING OF Y/N!" Shogo shouted before his face fell at his words.

Commence the teasing in three... 

Two... 

One...

Aoi snickered. "I never said that name."

Kantaro gasped loudly. "You like Y/n?! Oh that's wonderful! They're so sweet! They're absolutely perfect for you! You have to ask them out now! Please, please, please!"

"You know it could not be them giving me this candy!" Shogo shot back, but even he was having a hard time believing it. They were the only one who knew how much he loved sweets, especially which kinds were his favorite. "Besides, I'm not going to jeopardize our friendship over a hunch."

Toma shrugged. "It couldn't hurt."

"It very well could!"

"You never know if you don't try."

"Please, please, please ask them out!"

Shogo shook his head and stormed off to his room, shouting. "I'm not having this conversation anymore!"

As soon as he entered his room, however, he stopped. There they were, placing the biggest bag of gummy bears on his bed. Instead of looking embarrassed or blushing, like he was, they laughed.

"Guess I was caught in the act, huh?"

"I-" He covered his mouth with his hand. "It was you?"

They nod. "Of course! You've been working so hard, I just had to get something nice for you. I'm glad you've been liking the sweet treats I've gotten you. Sometimes I thought I was going overboard, but seeing just how happy they made you, well, I'm glad I did it."

Before he could stop himself, he smiled and lowered his hand to show you. "You really are sweet, aren't you? The sweetest secret admirer."

"Guilty as charged." They laughed. "Now c'mon, let's share these gummy bears! I don't think you can finish them all by yourself."

"Watch me!"

[rainisawriter]

You’ve A Lot of Explaining to Do – Yamasho (PSF #13)

PSF Ficography | H&F Flash Ficography

Genre: Fluff, supernatural

Prompt: Wrong […] [Number] (@flufftober) / Macabre Monsters: Hell Hound (Halloween Flash @slumberpartybingo)

Word Count: 3,376

Pairing: Reader x Yamasho

World: The Rampage

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You fell onto the couch with a sigh, leaning your head back and closing your eyes. You were exhausted but you still had another few hours to go before you were able to get some rest. Normally, you didn’t work double shifts but your co-worker called out sick at the last minute.

You were the only one available so the manager practically begged you to stay on. How could you say no? If you left, the boys would be down one bodyguard which would put them at risk.

A cold drink was pressed against your cheek and you opened your eyes to see Yamasho’s concerned face as he stood over you. “Are you okay?”

Rather than complain to him about being tired, you offered him a smile, sitting up and taking the drink. “I’m fine.” You knew that, despite working a double shift, he would be working ten times harder. “What about you?”

“Tired,” he hummed, settling himself sideways on your lap, his arm around your neck.

“I’m sorry,” you rubbed his back soothingly. “Just a few more hours and we can all go home to get some rest.”

He nodded, playing with the chain around your neck. It held one of his rings that he had given you when you started dating. You didn’t want to wear it on your hand because you were worried about it getting messed up, so you chose to wear it around your neck instead.

You knew him well so you knew that something was always on his mind when he messed with the ring. “What is it?”

“Well, I heard a rumor…”

You quirked a brow, taking a sip of the soda. The caffeine was beginning to course through your veins, giving you a bit more energy. “Oh? And what would that be?”

“Nakamoto-san’s dog just gave birth to ten puppies and she’s looking for people to adopt them,” he smiled, eyes shimmering under the low light of the room.

You held back a frown, knowing what he wanted. “So I’ve heard.”

“You’re friends with her, right?”

“I wouldn’t go that far, but we are acquaintances, yes.”

“Baby,” he called out, resting his hand against your cheek. “Can you ask her if I can adopt one?”

“I… can ask,” you replied slowly. Truth be told, you didn’t want to simply because you didn’t like dogs at all. Unfortunately for you, Yamasho adored them and he’s been talking about adopting one for a while. Since he often stayed at your place, you knew the animal would be at your home more often than not.

Perhaps you should have told him this information, but you hated seeing him upset. All you wanted in this world was to make him happy and ensure his safety, even if that meant putting yourself out to do it.

A smile lit up his face. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” You pressed a soft kiss to his lips before patting his thigh. “We should both get back to work.”

He stood up reluctantly, pressing a kiss to your cheek before the two of you stepped out of the room and parted ways.

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You were honestly tempted to pretend as if you had forgotten about Yamasho’s request, but you knew you couldn’t do that. You were already keeping one secret from him and you were filled with guilt and stress at maintaining the lie. Granted, it was a lot bigger than simply lying about forgetting something.

“Yo, Nakamoto. Got a minute?” You knocked on the dressing room door despite it being open already.

She paused what she was doing, glancing up from the makeup table with a smile. “Hey! Long time no see.”

You nodded, stepping farther into the room. “Do you still have puppies up for adoption?”

“There’s three left,” she nodded. “Are you interested? I can show you pictures -“

You held up your hand to stop her. “Not me, my boyfriend. I’ll have him call you tonight and you can discuss the details.”

She wasn’t surprised by your less-than-friendly attitude. “Yeah, that’s fine. I’ll wait for his call, then.”

“Thank you.”

“Of course!”

You bowed to her before turning and leaving the room, a sigh escaping your lips. You had really been hoping that all of them had been adopted out already. You had even waited longer than you needed to in order to improve those odds, yet you were never a lucky person.

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“I’ll kill you, half-breed!” growled an old man, unable to stand straight because of the alcohol in his system.

You heaved a sigh from your position at the bar, nursing a glass of rum on the rocks. This wasn’t a new occurrence by any means, but that didn’t make it any less annoying to deal with. You’re not even sure how he came to know your secret. Or perhaps he doesn’t know for certain and just has an inkling about it.

Either way, he never failed to call you out whenever he got the chance. Granted, he needed five glasses of whiskey to get up the nerve to approach you and, by that point, no one took him seriously. It was just the ramblings of a drunk old man, after all.

It still worried you, though. Even if no one believed him, his accusations risked planting a seed within the mind of the other patrons, a seed that could easily begin to sprout if they started to investigate you. It had yet to happen in the five years you’ve been living there, but the worry still lingered.

The bartender sighed, giving the man an exasperated look. “You’ve had enough, Tom. Go home.”

Tom shook his head, the action causing him to stumble. He lifted a shaking hand toward you, index finger extended. “There’s a demon in our -” hic “- midst. The apocalypse is -” hic “- is coming!”

“While I am impressed that you were able to pull out the word ‘midst’ in your drunken state, you’ve had enough. Time to go.” He stepped around the bar, beginning to guide the man toward the exit despite his protests.

“Just wait! You’ll -” hic “- you’ll see I’m r-right!”

You frowned, quickly downing the rest of your drink before hanging your head with a sigh. He was a pain in your ass and you were tempted to meet him in a dark alley somewhere with threats to mind his own business. This could easily backfire, however, and only make him more insistent rather than scare him off. It wasn’t worth the risk, no matter how much he annoyed you.

The bartender offered you an apologetic smile. “Sorry about him. Do you want another drink?”

“No, thank you.” You handed him some cash before standing up and leaving the bar. The cold autumn air hit you in the face and you took in a deep breath, enjoying the way it felt against your skin.

You only made it halfway down the block when you sensed a dark aura a few blocks away. Your eyes narrowed in that direction as you considered the options before you.

Technically speaking, it was your job to patrol the area and ensure its safety from non-human threats. Doing so was a risk, though. Every job you took increased the chance of your secret being revealed and the thought of Yamasho discovering the truth terrified you.

The thought of him being killed because you didn’t do your job, though… the mere thought made you feel sick to your stomach.

“Damn it,” you cursed, heading toward it. Your phone started to ring in your pocket and you quickly checked the caller ID, cursing again.

It was your boyfriend.

You glanced between the phone and the direction of the creature before quickly answering the phone, trying not to sound worried. “Hello?”

“Where are you, baby?” wondered Yamasho.

You could practically hear his pout and it brought a smile to your face. “I’m sorry, I got a bit… caught up with work. I’ll be home soon.”

“Good. Dinner will be ready soon so hurry up!“

You shifted your weight, eyes narrowed as the creature’s aura slowly moved closer. “I will. I’ll see you soon.”

“Wait, before you go. Did you get a chance to ask Nakamoto-san about the puppies?” He sounded so hopeful.

“Yes,” you replied reluctantly. The creature was nearly upon you now. “Babe, I’m sorry, but I’m really busy right now. Give her a call and let her know you’re my boyfriend.” You quickly recited the number, heart picking up speed as the creature rounded the corner.

It was like a mass of black ooze slowly sliding toward you, towering about eight feet tall. Its face was made of a skull, bones sticking out of the ooze at odd angles as if they had randomly been stuck there.

“Thank you!“

“You’re welcome. I love you, Shogo,” you told him quickly before hanging up the phone and addressing the creature. “You’re an ugly one, aren’t you?”

Its jaw opened, an ear-piercing scream filling the night. Black tendrils shot from its body, shooting toward you at an incredible speed. You grunted, dodging them with ease as you rushed forward, hand held outward. A ball of fire swirled against your palm, growing in size before launching itself at the creature.

It hit it square in the chest, ripping a pained cry from its lungs. While it recovered, you pulled a knife from your hip, the blade turning red as it heated up. 

“Redi ad infernum, unde venisti, creatura tenebrarum,” you hissed in Latin, eyes flickering crimson for a moment. The blade was thrust into the creature’s chest, a howl of pain splitting through the night as its body erupted into flame, burning wildly until there was nothing left.

You huffed tiredly, slipping the knife back against your belt. Using your abilities always took a toll on the human half of your body, sapping your energy and leaving you feeling sore. You rubbed your aching shoulder as you turned to head home only to stop dead.

Standing at the end of the street was the old man from the bar, his eyes wide and mouth hanging open. As soon as your eyes met, he turned on his heel and took off. You cursed in frustration, gathering up your remaining strength to give chase. 

“Jesus Christ, Buddha, Odin, Zeus, Osiris, Raijin-sama, Kynareth, please save me!” He cried, stumbling over his feet as he ran.

You scoffed under your breath. “That last one isn’t even a real god, you idiot.”

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You stepped off the elevator of Yamasho’s apartment building, heading down the hall toward his apartment. For some reason, you had this sense of dread settled in your gut and it was driving you nuts. Perhaps it was because of your blood, but your instincts were rarely wrong. Too bad they can’t pinpoint the problem, though.

Your knuckles rapped against the wood. There was shuffling on the other side of the door before it was pulled open, revealing Yamasho’s smiling face. Without a word, he wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing a kiss to your lips.

“Welcome home, baby.”

“Sorry I’m late,” you mumbled, stepping past him into the apartment. Your brow furrowed as the feeling of dread increased. It was very faint, but there was a strange scent lingering in the air. 

“You’re fine. Dinner’s almost ready. And~ I have a surprise.”

You watched him disappear down the hall, a frown tugging at your lips. You closed your eyes, lifting your head up as you inhaled deeply. Realization hit you like a freight train, your body tensing and eyes widening. ‘Sulfur? Why the hell does his apartment smell of sulfur?’

Your heart raced within your chest as panic started to set in. Had someone found out about your connection to Yamasho? 

‘Calm down!’ you scolded yourself, taking a few deep breaths. ‘The smell is very faint. It probably just clung to his clothes when he passed a demon in public. Or perhaps one resides in the building and the smell rose to his apartment.’

“Ta-dah!” Yamasho appeared with a grin, holding up a puppy, its fur as black as night. Only, this thing was pretty damn big to be a newborn puppy. “Meet Lucky!”

Its golden eyes met yours and a wave of dread overcame you. “Fuck me.”

“What, you don’t like him?” pouted Yamasho, readjusting his grip so the animal was being held against his chest.

“He’s… very big,” you replied, brow furrowed as you tried to calm yourself. You had no actual proof that this creature was, in fact, a hellhound. You knew you had to find out, but how in the hell were you supposed to do that without alerting Yamasho?

“He said this little guy was the biggest of the litter.” He ruffled the dog’s head affectionately.

“He?” you questioned in surprise. “Nakamoto is a girl.”

He shrugged, setting the dog down on the floor. “I assumed it was her boyfriend. I’m going to check on dinner.”

You watched him disappear into the kitchen before your eyes narrowed at the dog. He was sitting where his master left him, head tilted to the side and golden eyes looking up at you curiously. “Hey, babe… where’s your phone?”

“Coffee table!”

You turned around and grabbed it, unlocking it with his passcode before checking his recent messages. Most of them were from the other members, his family, and the managers. There was one, though, that was simply a number and not a contact in his phone.

Your heart sank into your chest when you recognized it and realized what had happened. You had given him the wrong number. He hadn’t, in fact, contacted Nakamoto at all. Rather… he had contacted a well-known information broker that just so happened to be a demon. He specialized in selling rare goods from the underworld, hellhounds included.

“Fuck me,” you muttered again, covering your face with your hand. 

The dog whined, tapping the wooden floor with his paw.

You narrowed your eyes at him. He certainly didn’t look like a hellhound, but you had never seen the creatures as puppies before. You had always just assumed that they looked the same as puppies, just smaller. Were you wrong? Maybe he really was just a regular old dog.

You sniffed the air again. Though the smell was mostly overshadowed by the food Yamasho was making, you could still smell the sulfur lingering in the air. In fact, it had gotten a bit stronger since the dog made its appearance. What were you going to do? You had no idea, but you were not leaving your boyfriend alone with this thing.

You reached your hand out to him. “Come here.”

He stood up, cautiously approaching your hand. His nose was wet and warm as it sniffed your fingers, breath hot against your skin. 

“Are you a hellhound?” you asked softly, not wanting Yamasho to overhear you. The dog tilted its head to the side and you scoffed. “As if you’d answer me even if you could.”

Lucky moved closer, rubbing his head against your hand. As soon as your fingers touched his head, flames erupted from his paws, the bottom half of his legs shifting to resemble molten rock. Flames appeared at the tip of his tale and his golden eyes turned red, flames coming from them, as well.

Now that… that was most definitely a hellhound. You felt your body tense up as you shot backward, feeling painful memories resurface. You tried to force them down because you knew you had to focus on the problem at hand. You had to get this thing out of the apartment before –

“Dinner’s ready, baby.” Yamasho appeared in the doorway, drying his hands on a dish towel. When he lifted his head, his eyes snapped to the flaming pooch standing before you and the towel dropped from his hands.

Lucky, excited to see his owner, started to rush toward him with his tail wagging. The wood sizzled beneath his paws, jarring you from your stupor. You rushed forward as the dog leaped through the air toward Yamasho and you managed to grab him by the scruff of his neck before he landed.

He whined pitifully, tilting his head to look at you as if wondering what he had done wrong.

“Baby,” you breathed out, hating how your voice shook. “Don’t freak out.”

“My new puppy is on fire. I believe this is an occasion that calls for freaking out,” he replied, shifting nervously. His eyes stayed trained on the creature, unable to look away. “Is he… does it hurt?”

“The fire? No, it’s part of him.”

“Eh?” His wide eyes snapped to you, confusion written across his face. “What’s going on?”

“It’s… not easy to explain,” you muttered, turning your attention to the dog. You shook him gently, scowling. “Oi, go back to normal.”

He just yippee, tail wagging back and forth wildly.

“Right, you probably don’t know how,” you muttered, readjusting your grip so your palms were against his sides. You took a deep breath, closing your eyes and focusing. It was your power that had activated his, so perhaps you could deactivate it, as well.

Lucky whimpered, squirming in your grip as the fire slowly started to fade until it disappeared altogether, leaving a normal black dog behind. You set the dog on the floor, wincing in pain when you straightened up.

Yamasho grabbed your arm to steady you, looking at you with concern. “Are you okay, baby?”

“Yeah,” you breathed out. “Just a bit dizzy.”

He led you over to the couch, settling down beside you with a frown. “You have a lot of explaining to do.”

“I know,” you groaned, throwing your head back. “Just… give me a few minutes to collect my thoughts.”

“Take your time.” He snuggled closer to you, hand resting over your heart and head resting against your shoulder. “Do I have to get rid of Lucky?”

You put your arm around him, fingers raking through his pink hair. “I’m guessing you don’t want to?”

“I love him,” he sent you a sad look before turning his attention to the canine. “Is he dangerous?”

“He’s a hellhound,” you snorted. “Of course, he’s dangerous… but…” You paused, meeting the dog’s golden eyes.

“But?” Yamasho looked up at you hopefully and you bit your lip, hoping you wouldn’t come to regret this.

“Perhaps… he can be trained.”

“Really? I can keep him, then?”

“There’s no way in hell I’m leaving you alone with him,” you scowled, sending him a stern look. “He’ll stay with me until we figure this out.”

Rather than being upset, a sly smile slid onto his lips, hand sliding up to rest against the side of your neck. “So what you’re saying is… I need to move in with you so I can be close to Lucky.”

“That’s not what I said at all.”

“What, you don’t want me living with you?”

“You know I do, it’s just…” you exhaled, leaning your forehead against his. “I don’t know what I’d do if anything happened to you, Shogo.”

He hummed, lips brushing against yours. “I guess you’ll just have to protect me, then. All the more reason to keep me close, hm?”

You couldn’t argue with the truth of that. Until now, you had tried to keep him at arm’s length, believing he would be safer if he wasn’t within your circle. Perhaps you had been wrong this whole time, though. If something were to happen, surely it would be better if you were close by to help rather than far away.

He knew he had caught you, hook line, and sinker. “I’ll get to packing.”

“Don’t you think we should eat first? It’s gonna get cold.”

“That’s what the microwave is for,” he grinned before disappearing down the hall.

You shook your head, a smile coming to your lips. Lucky yipped at you, tail wagging and tongue lolling from the side of his mouth. 

Never in your life had you ever even considered getting a regular dog, much less a hound from hell. And yet here you were. 

After all, you would do anything to make Yamasho happy.

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-> High&Low/Rampage Taglist: @kiraaaeon, @simpforchuchu, @star2fishmeg, @thatpoindexterpixy @manhwabtch

-> General Taglist: @asterhaze, @mrskenpachizaraki

[meli-r]

"Guilt is based on the acceptance of the code of justice that declares you guilty."

Makishima Shougo

[simpforchuchu]

Chase

Prompts: DAY 11 - last words @febuwhump Characters: Riku x Shogo Fandom: The Rampage

A/n for prompts: Hello guys! This is my first time trying a prompt challenge. I hope you like the short fics I wrote. I will finish them by writing some of the requests I have. I love you 💜

Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: mention of guns

After running for a long time, the young man realized late that he had entered a dead end. When he saw nothing but a wall in front of him, he sighed and smiled.

“Do you know what this means?”

When the footsteps stopped right behind him, he smiled at the question directed to him and slowly turned around. He wasn't surprised when he saw the short man with curly hair, he knew it was him who was coming after him.

He looked at the gun pointed at him and nodded his head.

“Do I have to say my last words?”

Shogo knew that the man in front of him wasn't taking him seriously. This chase, which lasted for years, had to end with the death of one of them.

Shogo smiled and pulled the trigger.

“Okay Aoyama , any last words?”

Riku kept his smile. He closed his eyes and shouted

“I will be waiting for you Iwaya”

He waited for the agent behind him to fire his gun. But the gunshot was never heard. Instead, Riku collapsed to the ground with the pain he felt in his head.

Shogo wanted him alive. He wasn't going to let him get away that easily...

[excalisi]

"I can fix him."

"No what wait don't do that he's my narrative foil with whom I have immeasurable amounts of tension with and know, completely and irrevocably, in a way that is impossible to convey with words; we need to have a climactic duel wherein one of us will kill the other and he declares with a smile on his face that he could never have imagined anyone else killing him and I shoot him in the back of the head as the sun sets, creating a truly cinematic masterpiece."

[maiji]

[image: Cover of The Dream That Leaves the Mountains. Black and white illustration. Hokushin on a mountain trail, one hand against a tree, his back to the viewer, looking into the distance.]

One summer, you had a supernatural encounter on a mountain trail. Here’s what happened after. [Your first person perspective.] 

At long last, I have finally gotten around to this! It’s an illustrated sequel to the interactive fanfic (IF)/illustrated text game, A Meeting in the Mountains. It’s about a chance encounter that takes place the night Yusuke met the First Spirit Detective… between Hokushin and “you” (the OC Reader)! 

This story will not make much sense without having read/played A Meeting in the Mountains.

Read The Dream That Leaves the Mountains Chapter 1: –Two days later

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46342351/chapters/116676232

EDIT: last minute title tweak! Naming things is hard.

[xsweetelegantdisasterx]

I'm so glad to have finished this one. 🙌 third Rampage story completed.

Here's to Mr. Smiley himself.

➻ Title: You're the only one I want.

➻ Summary: Giselle has been oblivious to her feelings for so long. After overhearing a conversation, she slowly realizes who should have her heart.

➻ Characters: Shogo & OC

➻ Genre: Some Fluff & Some Angst

➻ Word Count: Alot. {Sorry I'm wordy.}

Taglist: @stardragongalaxy

Shogo sat watching Giselle on her balcony, downing her wine, seemingly upset. Her boyfriend of three years once again stood her up. This time though, it was deplorable. Her birthday was supposed to be a big celebration, surrounded by her friends and those she considered family. He growled under his breath, waiting for a miracle to happen, for Takashi to actually think of someone other than himself. Shogo and Elle had spent a lot of time together, going shopping, eating at her favorite restaurants, watching her favorite movies. She was the one person he wanted nothing more than to be with. Her boyfriend was treating her wrong, which irked his soul like no other, but he wasn't about to over step his boundaries. He felt there was a spark between them, but knew that Giselle was torn.

Misaki, Zin’s girlfriend looked over as she saw the sight. She walked out towards Giselle, placing a hand on her shoulder. She looked at Misaki with a half smile.

“Elle, you know you don’t have to take this from him.”

“Misa, he’s working, I can't condemn him for that.”

“Just like Valentine’s day right?”

Giselle took a sip, thinking of how Misa was right. He had avoided spending time with her on Valentine’s day. Blaming it on work, but on social media, was with his friends. Instead, Shogo spent the evening with her to make her feel better. She looked out seeing the lights illuminate the streets, annoyed by his lack of consideration once more. Just once, Giselle wanted him to match her energy. Misa developed a deep bond with Giselle when they met, due to Giselle being important to Shogo.

She looked over at Shogo. By all actions he was the one she should've picked. He acted more like her partner than Takeshi. She still remembered that day at the restaurant when Shogo and Takeshi got into it. They didn't know she was in the booth behind them.

“Takeshi, thank you for hearing me out. I just want to know why you keep Giselle when your actions scream you don't want her.”

The tapping stopped as Takeshi placed his phone down. “Iwata is it?”

“It’s Iwaya.”

“Right. Women like Giselle need to be in a relationship to feel like they have some meaning in their useless, mundane life. You see, I’m actually doing her a favor by keeping her; regardless if I ghost her.”

“Useless life? You pompous little prick. Giselle deserves better than this game your playing with her heart. She deserves the world and someone who would build theirs around her.”

“She's independent, so she'll survive.”

Shogo clinched his fists, he had a mind to drive his hand through Takeshi’s face, if it wouldn't hurt Giselle. “I hope one day you don’t realize how much of an asshole you are, so she can invest time into someone who truly cares about her!” His yell silenced the restaurant.

“I doubt she will. You see, even if our love is one-sided, she won't leave me; Giselle is too nice to ‘hurt me’,” he chuckled, “Now, why don't you two go prance your way back to the studio where you belong.” He picked his phone back up shooing them away.

Shogo stood up quickly, Zin pulling him back from making a mistake that could hurt his image. They left furious.

When Giselle came back to reality, she sighed. The pain she felt afterwards was worse than anything that had happened to her. She downed the last of her wine as she was going to make a change. Grabbing a box she went to her room throwing all of Takeshi’s items in it. Misa followed her slightly confused on what her friend had in mind.

“He said I was too nice, and my life is useless without him. I’ll show him.”

“Hell yes Elle!” Misa threw her glass down shattering it. “Shit. Sorry Elle, I got too wrapped up in the moment.” She grabbed a broom cleaning up her mess.

Giselle giggled, as she had other onlookers coming to see what the ruckus was. She focused on her task at hand though, filling up the box quickly. Shogo stood at the door leaning into the frame. He was glad she was making this decision, but wondered why the sudden change of heart with her. He overheard her tell Misa, word for word, what Takeshi said to him. Shogo never disclosed that tidbit of information, to try and protect Giselle of a broken heart.

Throwing the last article in the box, Giselle felt a slight weight lifting from her shoulders. It was well past time for her to cut ties, and start anew. She grabbed the box as Misa skipped besides her.

“Do you need a ride?” Shogo stopped her.

“Only if you don't mind, if not I can get a taxi or Uber.”

Zin grabbed Misaki’s hand as they decided to join. This was going to be a group effort. Giselle knew the code to his apartment, her plan was to drop it off as his house while he wasn’t there. Takeshi was supposed to be working, but she wasn’t prepared for what was to come.

Silently, they walked down the hall to his apartment, to not disturb the other residents. She typed in the code as the door unlocked, to sounds of moaning. Anger filled Giselle as her fists clinched tightly, turning her knuckles white. She slammed open his door seeing Takeshi on top of another woman. She grabbed the closest thing to her as she pelted it across the room hitting him in the back of the head. The girl screeched trying to cover up, rage coursing through Giselle's body.

“Seriously Takeshi?” Her yell startled everyone. “Your stuff is in the living room. You can play your stupid games with this broad.”

She shoved past everyone wanting to leave. She had feared this day would come, but wasn’t sure when or if she’d ever catch him in the act. Takeshi threw his legs over the side, rubbing his head. It was a surprise she didn’t crack his skull. He followed her outside trying to talk to her.

“Giselle, wait,” he grabbed her arm turning her around.

“I have nothing else to say to you, you’re not my problem anymore.”

He slammed her door, “Will you let me talk? I'm sorry.”

“Fuck off, you're only sorry you got caught. You have been the worst boyfriend. Cheating on me on my birthday? You showed you have no couth, many times, and I’m not lowering myself any longer to a tool like you. I deserve better than what you give me. Go back to her, she's more important.” She turned to Shogo, “Take me away from here please.”

“You’re making a big mistake! I won't take you back,” Takeshi was furious he lost Giselle.

“You don't have to worry about that, because that will never be up for discussion.”

After the long drive of silence, they arrived back at her apartment. Everyone was still there, but she proceeded to her room. She wanted to gather her emotions before she faced anyone; Misa included. She was right all along, but Giselle was living in the clouds. At this point, she didn't even know why. The breakup went a lot better, and she wasn't that hurt from it, so she didn't know why she was in the dumps about it. Shogo entered her room sitting at the foot of her bed. She turned her head slightly, not completely meeting eye contact with him.

“How did you know what he said about you, that day at the restaurant?”

“I was there, I was meeting a client for lunch when I heard the discussion. After you left, I called them and scheduled else where.”

Shogo dropped his head. The hateful words he tried to protect her from, inevitably found their way to her.

“I hope you aren't mad at me for not telling you.”

She smirked, “Why would I be mad at you? You tried to protect me, I can't be angry.”

He scooted closer to her, “But that was for naught, because you ended up hurt anyways.”

“You're not the one who hurt me. You've never hurt me, and I know you never will. This is just something I had to learn for myself. I'm better off without him anyways,” she stood up, “let's go. Everyone is about to leave.”

Shogo followed her out as Elle's apartment was emptying. He was stopped suddenly by her, confused on what she needed.

“Shogo, can you stay? I want to be around my best friend.”

He looked back at his friends as he ushered them to leave without him. He locked the door for the night as they relaxed on the couch. Giselle brought blankets and pillows for them, since they were having a night together. They only got through a full movie, before Elle passed out. Shogo laid in front of her covering her shoulders up, tucking her more in.

A smile formed on her lips as she looked at him, noticing he was almost hanging off the couch.

“Aren’t you afraid of falling?”

“I already have,” he nudged closer to her.

When Giselle woke up, she noticed the house being quiet.

Hmm. Did you really leave without saying goodbye Sho? She collected her thoughts walking through the house. Suddenly, she heard her keys jingle outside of the door. Right when she opened it, she saw a whole new Shogo. Sure, he was dressed the same with a snack hanging out his mouth, and his hand full of groceries, but he was different. The whole aura that surrounded him was enchanting. She rushed to help empty his hands, looking away suddenly. It was for sure written on her forehead how extremely gorgeous he was to her. She placed the groceries down before heading to the bathroom.

Giselle stood in front of the mirror as she was in complete shock, how she never noticed him before. She always looked at him, but not like that. The smile that he gave her, behind the snack, was burning through her mind, taking up space rent free. The cold water felt awesome, helping calm her down. She heard a light knock, followed by his sweet voice.

“Ellie, I’m gonna make you breakfast. That’s why I was gone, I hope I didn't upset you.”

Even the way he said her name had a nice ring to it now. She inhaled slowly opening the door.

“I’m not upset, was just curious where you were, that’s all.”

“Are you sure you’re okay? You seem kinda far off like something is bothering you.”

“I promise I'm fine Sho. Do you need help?”

He shook his head abruptly, “Nope that would make the point, of me making you breakfast, obsolete if I had your help. You can just keep me company.”

She smiled following him to the kitchen. Him being there made her feel better. Giselle sat at her bar watching him whip together her favorite, a sausage omelet. Hardly anyone knew that she loved them so much, she was impressed that he did. Shogo noticed her staring at him through his peripherals, he smirked as his back was to her.

“Are you going to ask me or not,” He broke her trance.

“Ask what?”

“How I knew.”

She looked over at the window, knowing he could read her mind at this point. “I’m curious.”

“I know you like the back of my hand. I wouldn’t be your best friend if I didn’t know what you liked; or what makes you the saddest, but you choose to hold it in. I'm also observant and receptive of your emotions, and just hope that I'm never in the same room while your heart shatters.”

“Sho-"

“I mean that, it controls my mood. Your emotions controls my mood,” He placed a beautifully arranged omelet in front of her with a cup or coffee.

She slowly bit a piece as her taste buds were in full ecstasy at the moment. Giselle placed her fork down, trying to come up with the words to tell Shogo how she was feeling. Everything that she rehearsed in her mind, sounded so much better there. It wasn’t that she didn’t like him, she was just scared with everything that recently happened.

“Sho, I-"

“I didn’t tell you all this for you to feel pressured to say you like me back. I just wanted to let you know that you don’t have to look very far if you want someone who cares.”

He sat down with his own plate eating, glancing at his watch. It was getting close for him to have to leave, but for the first time, he was dreading going.

“If you have to leave Sho, you can. I don’t expect your life to be put on pause for what happened. I won’t mind, I might even take a nap.”

He smiled his half smile, nodding his head. He was going to finish his plate first. They ate in silence, before he stood up to excuse himself. Giselle jumped up wrapping her arms around him.

“Thank you Sho. You’re always the one to stay by my side.”

“Always. Now get some rest. Text me later if you need me,” He lightly cupped his hand around her face.

Giselle nodded sending him on his way. From the moment he left, she replayed his words in her head. Over and over like a record stuck on one song. Every time she tried to lay back down, he ran through her mind. Her phone went off seeing Misa’s notifications. She was bored at the studio and wanted Elle’s presence there.

At first it seemed like a bad idea, not wanting to bother or distract Shogo, but then again she noticed a difference when he wasn't around. Also, she would be there for Misa, not just to see him so it would be okay. Sure, it’d be a bonus, but she was going to do her part of their friendship. Giselle looked in the mirror, getting freshened up. Her clothes were waiting on her to make her final decision, as she stood wondering what he'd like her in. Misa sent another series of texts telling her to hurry up, just as she finished dressing. She grabbed her keys heading to the studio.

Their songs could be heard down the hallway, as her heart sped up. She got to the door as she froze, hand stopping just before she reached the handle. She was blocking the door as she couldn’t put it in motion to turn it. A hand placed on hers drew her back to reality.

“You okay Ellie?” Shogo was glistening from dancing so hard.

“Sho,” she brushed her hair behind her ear, “what a coincidence that you’re here.”

He grinned lowering his eyes in confusion. “Yeah this is kind of like my second home. You gonna come in?” He helped turn the handle as Misa pulled her in.

Shogo went back to formation as he chuckled. It was apparent that Giselle was becoming bashful around him, he thought it was cute.

“I’m glad I wasn’t bleeding out, it took you long enough Elle.”

Elle nodded not hearing what was said. Misa snapped in her face. “Misa, when did you know Zin was the one for you.”

“Hey whoa. You have to get your own, he’s mine.”

“What? No, I didn’t mean it like that, I don’t see Zin like that I promise.”

Misa was splitting at the side with how worked up Giselle seemed. “Relax, I know he’s not the one you’re inquiring about. It’s about Sho isn’t it?”

“I’m actually not sure. I just feel really different around him. Something has definitely changed between us, but we haven't done anything differently.”

“Maybe you’re finally letting him into your heart.”

Giselle looked over at Sho seeing him laughing with the others. His smile was quite calming to her.

“I guess. I also find it weird I'm not upset about ending things with Takeshi.”

“Elle, he was a tool. The one that's perfect for you, hasn't been able to keep his eyes off of you since you met.”

Shogo looked over at Elle. He did look at her in the most adorning way, but she was clouded by horrible decisions. Zin pushed him forward to talk to her, since they decided to take a break. He laid his head in her lap causing her to gasp. Elle placed her hand on his head, subconsciously stroking his hair.

“Are you planning on staring at me the entire time you’re here?”

A smirk curved Elle’s lips. He caught her glancing, even while dancing.

“If it’s an issue I can stop.”

He opened his eyes gazing into hers. “You do and I’ll never forgive you.”

A light shade of pink crept across her face. It took her so long to realize that her true love was disguised as her best friend. He never made her feel less about herself. If she ever needed him, he was there on a drop of the dime. With all the chaos that ever surrounded her, he was the peace. Shogo was her tranquility, simply put. Her eyes were wide open now, and she wasn't going to lose him.

There was a risk for them taking their friendship to a whole new level, but he was worth it. To her, he was worth everything.

“Can we talk after you guys are done?”

“Of course Ellie,” He raised up inches away from her face, “Where at?”

“My apartment.”

Shogo nodded as he returned to the group. Elle was nervous to talk to him about them and where they were going to go, but she felt it was necessary. She just hoped that what he said earlier, he meant it. Back home she had an elaborate plan to cook for him. Elle made spaghetti for him, since it was his favorite dish of hers, homemade garlic bread included. Just as she pulled out the bread, her door opened. Shogo looked refreshed, getting a shower in before coming to her.

“You can literally smell this down the hallway,” He smiled sitting down at the bar in front of her.

Elle smirked as she cut the bread. Her sauce was his favorite, and she had a way with the meatballs she made. He wasn't much on them, but hers was his favorite. Elle made his plate sitting it in front of him. He leaned over taking the fork as he dug in. Finally, she sat down to eat. The meal was quiet, but it gave her a chance to gather her thoughts.

“You okay Ellie?”

“Iwaya, I have to be honest. What’s on my mind is scarier than any thoughts that have crossed it,” she continued to look down.

By this time, she had his full attention. She got nervous as she looked up at Sho, feeling like a weight was about to be lifted off her shoulders.

“If whatever you’re thinking is causing you turmoil, you don't have to tell me right now.”

“You need to know Shogo, that when I go to bed, I think of you. When I wake, if I don't see a message from you, I get this weird feeling. I feel a sense of happiness when you are around me. You have always been my person and I'm sorry I haven't noticed before. I don't want to look past you any longer.”

He smiled turning their chairs to face each other. “Are you confessing to me?”

“I am but I'm scared. I'm scared of what might happen to us.”

“The only thing that will happen is we will work out what ever is headed our way. If you love me, and I know I love you, then nothing will go wrong,” He ran his thumbs along her cheeks trying to dry her trailing tears. “Ellie, I will never break your heart. And these tears you’re crying, I will dry up the best of my ability. All we can do is take it one day at a time.”

Elle placed her hand on his, intertwining their fingers. His touch was soft and gentle.

“I love you Iwaya.”

He placed an adorning kiss on her forehead, “I love you Giselle.”

They closed the space between them. She finally had the happiness she had been searching for, it was just hidden in plain sight all along.

[otome-obsessions]

Intro

Hello! I go by Lily, and due to a quarter life crisis, I find myself enamored with a couple of mobile otome games. I use this blog to post my thoughts, memes, and fanfiction.

My top two games are currently Ikemen Villains and Love and Deepspace, but who knows what I'll get into in the future?

I'll do my best to properly tag any content I create when it's 18+ but some things toe the line or slip through the cracks, so MDNI please and thank you.

Finally, my asks are currently closed since I'm on a sporadic upload schedule, but I hope to open them up once I've got a solid schedule established.

My Writings

ao3

Ikemen Villains || Love and Deepspace

My Favorites

IkeVil

Victor

Ellis

William

Jude

L&DS

Sylus

Xavier

Other

Jinwoo Sung - Solo Leveling

Shogo Makishima - Psycho Pass

Lelouch Lamperouge - Code Geass

Tyki Mikk - D. Gray-man

Seijurou Akashi - Kuroko no Basuke

Dmitri Blaiddyd - Fire Emblem Three Houses

Yes, I have a type. 😔

Divider by steddiecameraroll-graphics

[modern-oedipus]

I started watching Moriarty The Patriot 3 days ago— I don’t know why I even kept it waiting since 2021. It has been just 3 days into this masterpiece and I have already bought the first volume of manga, styled a cosplay wig, drabbled fanfiction scripts, memorized DYING WISH (opening 1) and made stickers out of it. I don’t know why, but it hit me so hard. It is the first time in two years that something other than Hypnosis Mic excited me this much!

Though, Hypnosis Mic itself is the reason I started Moriarty in the first place— I went there only with the expectation of listening to the brilliant voice actor Saito Soma’s voice acting! He voices the lead role, Moriarty himself! AND moreover!? The plot reminds me a lot of Psycho Pass, especially season 1! Makishima Shogo is the favorite character of all times in my heart, and in this plot not only does Moriarty have a very similar role to Shogo, they have the same character designer with the person who illustrated part of Psycho Pass’ manga. The story is less gore and more light hearted compared to Psycho Pass, the art and music is wonderful and the characters are gorgeous.

I have never been someone specifically into crime and murder, I know Sherlock Holmes stories of course, from my childhood books, but I don’t go out of my way to seek detective stories. Again, I only seeked Moriarty The Patriot because I wanted to watch Soma Saito’s voice acting performance. BUT oh boy, not only Soma-san is AMAZING (though Moriarty The Partiot feels like it all is Gentaro’s tale he is telling to Dice in his smooth cute voice and he will finish with Uso desu yo), BUT THERE IS SO MUCH MORE! I am so so so happy and amazed of this work by all means!

Definitely recommended!

And if you are a Hypnosis Mic fan, just check it out for Soma Saito. Plot is different, but he is the same gorgeous actor. You can hear Gentaro amongst the lines and it just ADDS UP a lot to the fun! ❤️

[lit-works]

Pt 1.

--This fanfiction is a part of my 'Decades of Marvels' one-shot series that celebrates an era near and dear to me. This story is a love letter. First and foremost, to fellow comic book aficionado, artist extraordinarre, and fanboy Kevin Smith who wrote/started/directed the movie that shares this stories title. It is also an homage to nostalgia, and the most nostalgic generation so far. I shamelessly name-drop as many pop culture refs from the 90s as I can, including the OG MCU (90s X-Men, Spider-Man & Friends, The Fantastic Four animated series).

-

"Hey, Shogo, how was school today?" Jubilation Lee asked her adopted son as he entered their home on the island of Krakoa.

"lame! Mr.Summers is teaching stupid Quadratic Equations. But, it got me thinking about when he used to be your teacher." Shogo whined as he kicked off his shoes and sat heavily on the living room couch.

"Old Cyclops' mutant math, I remember the concept. He tried to teach me trigonometry." Jubilation recalled as she sat next to her son.

"Seriously? That's crazy. Anyways, do you remember the Danger Room's Shopping Mall Simulation?"

"Ah, the infamous Danger Mall -where Sentinel sales were always booming. No, I do not remember that one. Is that the exercise they had you running today?" Jubilation joked before becoming seriously curious.

"well, yeah, and I started wondering The X-Men had a place to hit up like that to buy stuff before people started ordering on Amazon. Like, was there ever just merchandise instead of a battle looming over the horizon?"

"You bet we did!! There was this one time, a peaceful day off, before I was a full-time X-Person, and I decided to check out a mall. But, you know your mom, trouble has it's way of finding me...even in the food court."

"wait, what's a food court?"

"Ermahgawd, you poor uncultured swine, so...

-

Once a mecca of American commerce, a gathering place for adolescent youth, and a nice place for an indoor stroll, the mall no longer holds the same place in our daily lives as it did in the summers of the '90s. In the heyday of the indoor shopping mall, one could buy a ham, watch a movie, haggle for a Gucci purse and cap off the day with a round of ice skating. Store fronts were elaborately decorated to look like barns and castles.

Malls across America were filled with seemingly lost or harried, or both, families navigating their way through these temples of consumerism, a long with playful teens in Jnco Jeans and South Park shirts, pink misfits and scene kids lighting up indoors, and the aged mall-walkers.

Families spent a large part of their miserable lives at shopping malls. For generations of Americans, there was no better way to pass time than to completely encapsulate themselves in retail outlets. Wrapped tightly in their warm blanket of commerce, they would loiter aimlessly for hours, often not spending a dime.

There was no greater monument to American capitalism in the latter half of the 20th Century than the mall. The history of the shopping mall can be traced back to the Roman Empire, where teenagers of the day surely milled about in their equivalent of Hot Topic and Spencer's gifts.

The first American shopping mall was built in 1826 in Providence, Rhode Island. Considering the coolest thing to do as a member of previous generation American teenagers was to fight in the wars of 1812, this was an absolute godsend.

The next great thing to happen to America's future adults was the advent of the automobile. The car shook up a number of things, including shopping malls. Shopping mall locations shifted from downtown areas to decentralized suburban spaces that were now accessible to the driving population.

Over a period of a half a century starting in the mid-50's, a staggering 1,500 shopping malls opened in the United States. Countless other mini-malls and strip-malls came into existence during this period as well.

The basic makeup of the new suburban shopping centers followed a very set pattern. Large chain department stores would serve as "anchors", familiar places that would drive traffic to the mall and thus the smaller stores located within the tile strewn floors. Anchors quickly became the key to a Mall's success.

The mall evolved into more than just a shopping center, adding other features than just retail outlets. The American populace could now take a trip to the mall and enjoy movie theaters, restaurants, and by the 80s, the newly ubiquitous video game arcade. By this time, the shopping mall had firmly become an entrenched part of American culture.

For decades, shopping malls appeared as the financial rocks. Individual stores would come and go, but the vacancy rates would always stay low.

And then something magical happened, the malls that teenage girls and soccer moms across the country could only dream of : the Mall of America in Bloomington, Minnesota!

Since opening it's doors in 1992, Mall of America revolutionized the shopping experience of tens of millions of visitors a year. A leader in retail, entertainment and attraction, Mall of America became one of the top tourist destinations in the country and is known around the world.

Back in 1982, the Minnesota Twins and Vikings relocated from the Metropolitan Stadium in Bloomington to the HHH Metrodome in downtown Minneapolis. This created an unprecedented development opportunity for 78 acres of prime real estate. Three years later, the Bloomington Port Authority purchased the stadium site and began entertaining proposals for development. Mall of America was chosen from four proposals, and on June 14th, 1989, developers ans local dignitaries broke ground. On August 11th, 1992, when Mall of America opened it's doors, 330 stores opened for business and more than 10,000 employees started their first day of work.

Mall of America now hosts more than 400 events annually, ranging from concerts, to celebrity appearances and fashion shows. Each year 40 million people from around the world visit the Malls generating nearly $2 billion each year in economic impact for the state.

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Word had gone out! A once in a lifetime concert being held at the Mall of America in Minnesota: the interstellar pop sensation Lila Cheney was teaming up with America's disco diva Allison Blaire, The Dazzler! The power pair had embraced the grunge movement and would be singing as a duet with a newly formed band called The Resistance in a one-night-only event in the concert Hall of the mall...

[phemefloria]

★ Intro!

★ Basic!

I'm Nova or Pheme, call me how you like. I'm 20+ and I am from Chile! I use she / they pronouns ( ella / elle en español). I have BPD and Im autistic. Im a neuroqueer person, a genderfae femme lesbian. I talk Spanish as my main language, English, and a bit of Japanese.

In online terms, I'm a fangirl, a fujin, and I'm also a selfshiper (genuinely in love with my F/O's) :] I consider myself a pro-ship and anti-harassment, but I don't like to engage in discourse, I just don't care about what you ship or like in fiction.

Oh, and I write in AO3! my user is PHEMEFL0RIA ;3

★ Likes!

Hiperfixs: angels, Paradox Live, Ephemeral.

Likes: pink color, literature, especially fantasy, horror and fanfiction. Art, tea, kitties, anime and manga, and j-fashion.

Hobbies: Drawing, baking, writing, play videogames and do moodboards.

Fandoms: Paradox Live, Ephemeral, Kuroshitsuji, TWST, Identity V, Ouran Host Club, The sims 4, JJBA, Vocaloid.

F/O's <3: Shogo (Paradox Live, non sharing), Cloe (Ephemeral, non sharing)

★ Other things!

I don't like to have a very extent DNI, so I will just say that if you are an anti, a terf, or just a shitty person in general, get out. Also -16 dni please.

I have a girlfriend irl, so please do not flirt with me.

Please interact, I love to talk :]

[kirisaki-daichi-scenarios]

haizaki shougo: a drabble

tw: internalised homophobia, abuse, n/sf/w

Sometimes, Haizaki takes you to the shops.

He picks out a bra, or a set of lingerie, or a skirt or two. The skirts are always short; the bras are always lacy. If the shop assistant comes over, he sends you a thinly veiled threat through his gaze - a ‘shut the fuck up’, even when you weren’t planning on speaking - and tells the assistant that the clothes are for his girlfriend, in a tone that makes her piss off sharpish.

At the counter, you pay for the clothes. He makes you carry them back to your place, in the shop’s pink paper bag, as if he’s trying to make you feel ashamed. 

In the evenings, you try them on and he fucks you. 

Ironically, though he spends all that time picking out clothes he finds hot, he keeps his eyes shut when you suck him off, or when he pulls you to his pelvis. He keeps his eyes so firmly and tightly shut that, once the ordeal’s over, he has to rub little circles into his brows to make the headache go away. 

If you were to try rub his forehead for him, he’d flinch back. Like he’s a victim. 

Haizaki doesn’t like when you touch him, especially not during mornings after. 

Of course, Haizaki’s fine with physical contact with his friends - the dudes in hoodies who hang out in alleys, smelling permanently of booze and ash. He lets them hang their arms off his shoulder, lets them lean their back against his. Sometimes, he puts them in mock chokeholds, where his face is closer to theirs than it’s even been to yours. (He refuses to kiss you.)

And, all the while, you stand at the entrance of the alley with your hands in your pockets, shifting your weight from foot to foot. Even when no one’s paying attention to you, you can’t leave.

Cause you’re Haizaki’s trophy. You’re the boy he saved from a bunch of bullies, who turned out to have a rich father, and now you’re the gang’s debit card. You pay for brunches, dinners, and everything in between, while all Haizaki’s friends tell you how much they love you with their gleaming grins and their cigarettes between their lips. 

They say how lucky they are that Haizaki found you. 

And Haizaki sits back with a tension across his face - like he’s angry, cause he’s always angry with you - and it only fades when his companions have lost their interest with you. When everyone’s back catcalling the girls that walk past, or saying just what they’d like to do so-and-so actress, or discussing the cup sizes of recent hookups. Those are the only types of conversation during which Haizaki grins. 

He loves being one of the guys. 

*****

It’s around 1am. Haizaki’s just stepped out of the shower where he’s been washing the smell of you off him. You’re still lying on the bed, drenched in his sweat and your own. The skirt he makes you wear has hiked half-way up your thigh.

When he re-enters the room, you ask, “why did you help me, that one day?”

No response.

“Was that when you realised you were gay?”

There’s a palpable shift in atmosphere. You’ve broken the unspoken rule, said a word you should have never even insinuated, and you’ve done it with your voice at its baseline - with the voice of a man. 

Haizaki pounces.

He has his hands on your throat, and his knee on your solar plexus, and he’s pressing down on both. Though he says nothing, his breathing is ragged - the harder he squeezes, the more ragged it gets. Your fingers grasp at his arms, but they’re unflinching, and you’ve always been weaker than him. There’s a blackness spreading across your eyes, and a buzzing in your ears, and a dizziness swelling in your head. It’s like you’ve already taken the first step towards the afterlife. 

But there will be no second step.

Even as your senses start to dull, the feeling of Haizaki’s tears falling onto your cheeks remains a sharp cold.

Eventually, he releases you, and takes a few steps back, legs shaking. And, when you slowly sit up, there’s palpable horror in his eyes. 

Like the ones that had held him back from killing you had been his demons. 

[meli-r]

There is only one fundamental right: a man's right to his own life, which means the freedom to take the actions required by the nature of a rational being for the support, the furtherance, the fulfillment and the enjoyment of his own life. Such is the meaning of the right to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. Thus, for every individual, a right is the moral sanction of his freedom to act on his own judgment, for his own goals, and by his own voluntary, uncoerced choice. The right to the pursuit of happiness means man's right to live for himself, to choose what constitutes his own private, personal, individual happiness and to work for its achievement. It means that man cannot be forced to devote his life to the happiness of other men, and that the collective cannot decide what is to be the purpose of a man's existence nor prescribe his choice of happiness. Nevertheless, above men stands an immense and absolute power taking upon itself alone to watch over their fate. It would be like a parent, if it did not keep them in perpetual childhood. The Sibyl System labors as the sole agent and the only arbiter of that happiness providing for their security, foreseeing and suppling their necessities, facilitating their pleasures, and managing their principal concerns: what remains, but to spare them all the care of thinking and all the trouble of living? It has successfully taken each member of society fashioning him at will with a network of complicated rules, through which the most original individuals cannot penetrate to rise above the crowd. Although free will has not yet been completely shattered, but bent and guided, men are seldom forced by it to act, but are constantly restrained from acting. Alexis de Tocqueville said it in the nineteenth century. Such a power does not destroy, but it prevents existence; it does not tyrannize, but it compresses, enervates, extinguishes, and stupefies people, till each nation is reduced to nothing better than a flock of timid and industrious animals, of which the government is the shepherd.

Makishima Shougo

[battlestory]

“Reality will break your heart, survival will not be the hardest part. It's keeping all your hopes alive when all the rest of you has died.”

Characters: Shuya Nanahara & Shogo Kawada Rating: General Audiences

Remember to give kudos and a comment after reading!

[thedoctor1002]

Idk, I never posted one of my fics here but guess I'll try ~

Also, English is not my first language so feel free to correct me QwQ

Fandom: Psycho-Pass -season 1- (is this still a thing?)

Characters: Kogami Shinya, Sasayama Mitsuru, OC

Prompt (it was in Italian, so I'll translate): write a story using three among these words: cloud, dusk, thunderstorm, storm, hull, bay, shelter, sail, night

Title: Log date: 2110/02/28 (Friday) 22:04

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The lights of the bay flicker dynamically before your eyes.

They dance hypnotically, of the same cyan colour of your office’s walls, but with a whole different beat. They drink the red and white trails from the traffic, they shatter and multiply in the tears of an inclement rain. I know how much you hate it, you just can’t stand going on recon with an umbrella. On the other hand, I love it.

Rain brings us close together under the waterproof cloth and I manage to observe details that neon lights often hide from me: the precise way you part your hair, the last few drops of the jasmine perfume on your jacket, your long lashes. Shion thinks they’re fake. We always fight over it, can you believe me?

After all, you’ve never been the kind of woman to wear such frills. 

A notification arrives, the acid light of your impalpable PC breaks through the sacred dark from where you pretend you don’t see me. It digs your silhouette and paints you like a ghost on the huge windows of the Public Safety Bureau.

Your jet-black hair lay on your back like varnish pouring over the white silk of your blouse.

“Pulling an all-nighter, Inspector Matou?” I ask casually, exposed. With you, after all, I always am: you’re the only one that can shush my shitty jokes.

But this time you laugh slightly: nothing more than a spike, a trembling breath that shakes your ribs and lips.

“The forecasts say that the storm won’t stop until tomorrow morning,” you tell me, sitting at your desk, “also, I’ve been delaying this paperwork through all week, it's about time I get it done. Might as well do some overtime and get rid of it, don’t you think?”

“You’re such a workaholic.” I label you, realizing how lucky I am being allowed to do it: Ginoza, that prude, would have never let it slide “You should leave some for the rest of the precinct: make 'em earn their wages.”

A tired smile crosses your face as you tap your fingers on the keyboard. It’s so clear you’re trying to avoid my glance.

You used to look for it.

You looked for my eyes at briefings, in that discrete way that eventually shocked everyone. You looked for them among alleys, as soon as you heard a gunshot or the chocked sound of a fight.

And when you found me, it felt like a 7 miles free fall.

“How are the legs going?” I dare to ask. I see the hollow structure of your new shins below the hem of your pencil skirt. They swing a bit underneath the glass of your desk. You didn’t lose your damn tic, your right heel shakes like the needle of a sewing machine even when you seem calm.

You shrug and drink the bottom of an already empty glass of water.

I shouldn’t have asked. It breaks my heart, to see you like this.

You don’t give me an answer and massage the back of your knee with a sigh. Lately, I feel like you’re avoiding me.

You’re turning back into the one you were before: uncompromising, cold and distant. I wonder if the bunch of ingrates downstairs have been calling you Dobermann again. I wonder if you’re still as relentless.

You worry me: your stress level is getting darker and darker. You don’t want old Kasei to take issues with you, not again.

I can imagine how you must have felt, the night when this mess happened.

You most likely got pissed, if I do know you.

I mean, did they really think I got away on my own? I bet you never doubted me: no one knows an Enforcer better than its Inspector.

“Runaway?! Have you lost your minds?” Sasayama?!”

Those were the first words you said when they rescued you. You spoke them way before cleansing your lungs from the rotten water of the river, way before asking Masaoka if you’d have ever got back to feeling your lower legs. They hurt like hell and you had to pull them around like sandbags.

“They got him” you panted, holding tight on your mentor’s coat “They took him away, I tell you!” The one that kidnapped him wasn’t a latent criminal. The Dominator didn’t activate, not even when they shot me. Please, believe me. Check on the log files, please.”

Crime coefficient: 0.

I know that bug still haunts you.

Cause, after all, it’s can’t be anything else: who on earth is that Makishima to fly under the Sibyl Sistem’s radar? Who can fool a network that knows your crimes before you do? And how is it possible that the silhouette that kneecapped you and threw you into a river could possibly be innocent?

You haven’t lost your mind, Inspector: the Dominator betrayed me, too.

Don’t think I don’t know how pitiful must have been, the next three days.

Makishima isn’t real. Forget it, it was just a delirium. You were in shock.

It was the trauma, dear. It was a breakdown. It was burnout syndrome.

You’d use some holiday, darling. Take a week. Take two. Go somewhere far, no, better: just stay at home. Go to therapy. Keep yourself busy, don’t think about it. Work. Also, don’t work: it wears you out!

They put you back on your feet in less than six hours, but nobody allowed you to join search parties. Heaven forbid your stress level getting any darker. Heaven forbid that yet another good Inspector gets demoted among those damn Enforcers. But, still, in the whole IT section, there wasn’t a single nerd that could get that night's logs. That's one funny thing, ain't it?

Woman, sometimes I wish your damn head wasn't that hard. I wish you didn't follow the Forensics to get a lift, so soon after the deed.

At least, you could have listened to Kogami. Shit, didn't you see how pale he was? You didn't even need the Dominator to read him, his stress level was mindblowing!

You should have believed him when he told you you didn't want to enter that alley. First off, it was already full of other detectives and analysts. I have no idea what kind of business you had to do in there. Second thing second, Kogami has an eye for certain matters. Do you think he didn't notice I’ve always been all over you? Not gonna lie, maybe I told him about you, once or twice.

But no, of course, you had to get in.

The software that taught you how to walk on those carbon stilts made you stand your ground and bark a "For fuck's sake, Shinya, move!" worthy of the Dobermann’s reputation. Even those who hadn't been called out made way.

But your new legs didn't hold you, when you saw what they had made of my corpse.

I'm sorry, Katsumi, I never wanted to upset you like that. 

You know how much I would have rather have a more heroic death. I don't know, like, in the middle of a shooting, saving the day. It would have been much classier, less tacky, less trash. I think I deserved it, that's all.

You stop typing and rub your temples. You shelter what’s left of your lipstick behind your hand. I wish I could kiss it off, instead of watching you consume it in a ruby red halo in the notch between your thumb and your index.

You lift your eyes only for Kogami, who’s passing by your office like a nurse in its night shift.

“So?” he asks in a whisper, putting more care in that question than I could have ever done. More than anybody could have ever done, because he’s the only one that gets you, right now. You two seem like the only ones who lost something.

You shake your head slowly, staring at the monitor and the dangerously high Crime Coefficient on the display.

“It's not working” you wail softly, misty-eyed. I can’t believe it, is it still you?

“They’re gonna kick me out anyway, if it doesn’t lower quickly” you continue, with that realism of yours. I used to call you a jinx for that but, at the end of the day, you always got our backs. “It’s for the best if I just resign. I’m gonna keep what's left of my dignity, at least.” 

The dark profile of my best friend looks through me, as he sits on the armchair next to mine. He would like to say something, a word of encouragement maybe, we all know it in this damn room, but numbers shut our mouths. 

“You could become an Enforcer” he proposes.

Goddammit, Shinya, did we work with the same person? Katsumi as an Enforcer?

And there you go, shaking your head. You hold your face in your hands and let your raven hair hide your visage. 

“Can you imagine me, following orders? I do know how to work, I can do it better than three-quarters of our colleagues and I’ve never had problems remarking it. They’d eat me alive if they had the chance. Dogs celebrate on the corpses of lions.”

“But lions remain lions and dogs stay dogs.” Kogami finishes, stealing my lines. 

I notice the slight trembling of your finger, as you tap your touchpad to send that last confirm.

In a few moments, the system will have your resignation registered. Your profile won’t unlock your Dominator anymore and in a few days time, just enough for you to collect your belongings, you won’t even manage to enter the office.

Who’s gonna explain to old Kasei that there's more of your stuff here than in your apartment?

I’d ask you what do you plan on doing with your life, but tonight’s decision seems definitely brave enough to call it a day.

I look at the tabs you open in your browser, they mirror in the windows behind you.

Air travel.

Argentina, Cuba, States, New Zealand, Germany, Kenya. You go around the world in 80 seconds flat, you multiply your chances and spread them all through the air in front of you, in a complex diagram that doesn’t lead anywhere.

I never wanted to take you away from your home, you don’t deserve this. 

You cover your eyes with a hand and use the other one to pick a random selection from your atlas.

Greece.

“Well, at least it’s on the sea.” you wrap up, condensing in a handful of words the only satisfaction you can find in starting a brand new life.

You two stare at the transparent screenshot of your flight, the countdown on the web page seems way too joyful.

“It’s so exciting, Katsumi Matou! Check-in your luggage. Your journey will begin in: 06 days: 17 hours: 34 minutes: 21 seconds”

20.

19.

18.

Seconds pass by, in complete silence.

“Do you think it would be a burden to him?” you ask Shinya, “Do you think he’d understand?”

Who would have guessed that a cynic one like yourself could believe in the afterlife? I wish I were here to ask you. I wish we could have spoken about life, death, sex, about things long gone and things yet to be.

His hand squeezes yours gently, as he looks at you in the eye, hoping to stop the train to Paranoidland from setting off.

“It’s not your fault” he reassures you as he can: the both of you wouldn’t make the average person’s empathy.

But he’s right, though, it really isn’t: I know you’ve done anything you could. It’s always been like that.

“Maybe I owe him” you draft “Even if they don’t believe in Makishima, maybe one day I could have proved he exists.”

The teal of your Psycho-Pass would suit you wonderfully, if it wasn’t a description of your mental health.

What could you possibly do in these conditions? You’d have ended up in a cubicle, filing loss and theft reports. You would have never made it to the dossiers, surely not to those of such a controversial case. Making you end up in a study room would have been my final bullshit. I’m happy with your choice, really. I would have loved visiting Europe someday.

“Don’t talk nonsense.” Kogami rebukes you, externalizing what I’ve been thinking all along: “I’m going to look out for your man: your team has already given way too much. I’m gonna find him, Matou, cold case or not.”

You nod, but it’s clear you don’t believe him. I can read through you, you’re a terrible liar.

I don’t think you don’t trust him, most likely you’ve done the math and figured that working on an independent case is far too difficult for an Inspector, let alone for an Enforcer.

And there it is, my fall. After an exhausting chase, you finally look into my eyes, even though -according to Shinya- you’re most likely staring at the void.

Despite being used to such races, believe me, I’ve missed you.

“I’m just so sorry.” you finally whisper, giving me a bitter smile. 

Try and stop me, Ginoza, tell me once again how inappropriate it is: I don’t mind anymore. I get up and I don’t hesitate while holding you and leaving a kiss on your hair, shamelessly.

“I’m going to grab some coffee” I announce, walking backwards to the door like a shrimp, just to look at my dearest friends a bit longer. “I’d get you one, but I’m short on coins. Maybe next time.”

“See you, Inspector.”, Kogami greets you, leaving alongside me.

“Be good.” you wave back, as we were all to meet again tomorrow.

Walking through the dark alley, I can hear an excerpt from our last conversation through the opaque glass of your office.

“You’re jerk, Sasayama!”

I can hear you laughing out loud, through the crackly recording. You laughed at my gall, with that warm, strong, sweet voice of yours, mocking me. Admit it: mine, after all, were the only compliments that could make you blush.

It’s incredible how we managed to joke even inside a car that was taking us on a crime scene. To an external eye, we might have looked disrespectful. Truth is I’ve always feared death so much I just had to laugh at the reaper.

“Oh, come on, what would it take? Come with me to the Precinct’s New Year’s dinner, the 17th is around the corner!” I kept annoying you, as you were too busy driving to mind my dumb flirt attempts. I still can’t get how we never had an accident. “Be good, Katsumi, give me a joy to live for!”

“You could always ask Shion, you know? You always give her more attention, after all.”

I hear the subtle sound of the wheels stopping, the parking brake cracking and it’s like Ogishima’s outskirts appear before my eyes, in that same January night. That place gave me goosebumps, but I would have hated if you understood it.

“Here we are” you announced, with still a bit of resentment in your voice. You unlocked the passenger’s door and I remember I left your Dominator in the car’s trunk: I didn’t want you to follow me. Not that time.

“You scare me when you pay so much attention” you commented, noticing how serious I got “will you tell me why are you insisting so much to keep on searching? Kogami got the guy. Tomorrow we go, we arrest him and it's thank you, next.”

My answer has been recorded as a distant and muffled noise, but I still can trace it: “He’s not the one, I tell you. I have another suspect, but I need a more solid base. And you’re staying, Inspector.”

“Staying?! You’ve gone crazy!” you laughed, locking the corporate sedan behind you “If something were to happen to you, or worse if you didn’t come back, Kasei would…”

“I said you’re staying: it’s dangerous.”

“Sasayama, our work is dangerous,” you replied, contemptuous, understanding that clearly among the gear I brought I didn’t count yours and going back to the car to get it “One more risk won’t make a difference: if I have to drop dead, it can either be here, at home or god knows where.”

“Will you join me for the precinct’s dinner, though?”

And here is a sequence that the voice recorder surely can’t have grasped, but that I could remember even in a thousand years. You cast an outraged glance over me from above the trunk’s door, panting through a half-smile. You shook your head, tucking your hair behind your ear. And finally, after refusing my invitations since 17th November, during lunch break, you smiled shrugging.

“Deal, come on, just make way” you sighed, as your heels echoed on the wet concrete “Still, you’re a jerk.”

“I recorded it: you have no excu-”

The audio file interrupts.

End of recording.

[casually-inlove]

I’m in an Orwell/Psycho-Pass mood, so how about a fanfic rec?

Bloody Valentine by Polyphenols (AO3) is a delicious piece of writing that offers character studies of Touma Kozaburou, Makishima Shogo and Choe Gu-Sung. 

“The lives, literary discussions, and love triangles(?) of three criminal minds, before and after Touma's capture and re-emergence. Written in February 2013 “

This fic has been a favourite of mine for a very long time and I occasionally re-read it.