#i love speeding bullet sm

[d4nnywasnthere]

[pokeficdaily]

[number1yisuchongfan]

Skater Boyz🥝⚾️

Scout took him up to the surface to see Boston and do some things in the States, but Sniper doesn’t quite like how bright it is...

Close ups under the cut

[astroisk9900]

THIS IS SO SICK OMG I LOVE IT

THE BOYS ARE FLIRTING (❓❓❓)

warmup that grabbed me by the hand and kept running

[homkamiro]

omg asks are open !! i just wanted 2 say that ur speeding bullet yuri was the whole reason i got into the ship <3 love ur art sm!!!

Awww this is so nice, thank you a lot! I am very glad you did🥹🥹 As a little treat I give you a bit more of speeding bullet yuri!

[hopesworlld]

sam monroe catches you masterbating !

( mean!sam, use of vibrator, fingering, degradation, spanking, mentioned sex )

a small whine fell from your lips as you buried your fingers deeper into your sopping hole, gasping as you curled your fingers, prodding at that spongey spot inside of you that made your toes curl. you twisted slightly, spreading your legs wider as you forced your fingers down to the hilt, chasing that phantom release that curled at your spine.

“fuck,” you hissed, head falling back against your pillow, grinding your hips against your fingers, trying to replicate the feeling of someone else buried there, fingers or cock you didn’t care. you missed feeling full, achingly so as they drove deep inside of you and left you a babbling mess. you rolled on your side, throwing open your bedside drawer and pulling out your little bullet vibrator. you turned it on, speeding it up and pressing it against your clit. a screech falling from your lips as you jerked helplessly, body sent into overdrive by the vibrations and you came quickly, cum coating your fingers and squelching sickly.

you rolled over, heavy breaths falling from your lips as you switched the toy off and dropping it down when you heard clapping coming from the door way. your head whipped round, eyes meeting sam monroe’s, your brother best friend, and the boy who had fucked you so good over a month ago that nothing else had compared since.

“good show, babe, came a little to quickly if you ask me though,” he snickered, dark hair falling over his forehead in waves, eyes lined with thick black liner that made his blue eyes almost luminous.

“what the fuck, sam?” you hissed, grabbing your blankets and yanking them up to cover yourself.

“don’t you fucking dare,” sam snapped, crossing the room in seconds and grabbing the blanket from you, “sluts don’t need to cover up,” he said, tossing the blanket to the ground and grasping your thighs, spreading them open so that he could see the mess of slick that coated your inner thighs and welled from your pussy, weeping helplessly as he leaned down. you could feel his breath against you, ice cold against your swollen clit.

“sam,” you breathed weakly as he reached out, touch feather light as it trailed from your sopping hole to your clit, not enough to stimulate you, but enough to make you gasp, hips twitching.

“no,” sam hissed, removing his hand and slapping your thigh harshly, “you think i’m gonna play with this pathetic little pussy, look at it crying for me, so needy and wet. fucking pathetic,” he spat, “if you wanted something you should have called me, instead you got off with that little toy,” he said, glaring hatefully at the vibrator beside you.

“s’not the same,” you whimpered, “didn’t feel like you,” you pouted at him but sam simply shook his head.

“still used it didn’t you, saw you cum all over your self like a bitch in heat, squirming and moaning,” he scolded and your heart pounded.

“i… you weren’t…” you tried to say but same cut you off, hand coming up and grasping your cheeks, pinching them harshly.

“so you ask,” he grit out, “you pick up the phone and beg for me, beg for my hands, my cock and if you are a good girl you get them. but you weren’t a good girl where you, babe,” he frowned sympathetically.

“please,” you whined, words slurred by sam’s grasp on your cheeks.

“no,” sam growled, “you wanna cum again, you can use that stupid fucking toy and if you put on a good enough show maybe i’ll give you a treat,” he said, pulling back and seating himself at the chair beside your dresser with raised brows. “go on,” and who were you to disappoint.

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he’s such a cunt and i love him sm 🫶🏻

[lix-ables]

Hi~

Can you imagine (and write 🫣) getting off by yourself without telling Minho (ur personal pussy eater) and bring ur finger to his nose, and he immediately recognize the scent of his favourite meal and it makes him hard within milliseconds, so he HAS to eat you out in compensate for having fun without inviting him. He would teases you "Couldn't even wait for my mouth hmm?" And eat you till you become a shaking and crying mess.

WHEW.

Also this is my first time asking im a little super shoi but i love your blog sm and ITS NOT DYING love

MWAH💕

please this is the ABSOLUTE BEST @mnwrld (made me think of you wjdjej) I GOT TO THIS LATE IM SORRY AND AAAAA THANK YOU??? YOU'RE SO CUTE T-T ,,,, also @hanjsquokka @hanjibug AND @j-onedrabbles because there's a TEEEEENY bit of someone here im crying

bf!lino is so pussy drunk, that the thought of your teasing and touching yourself, when he's not around - frustrates him. a lot. (bet he has something in his mind - you can always make up to him)

bf!lino LOVES it when you're getting yourself off in front of him, he's on the floor in front of you, or next to you in bed, he's so close to you, but he won't touch - mostly because he knows how much you need him, even when you deny it. (especially when he's all like "how cute, seems like you don't need my help hm? maybe i should leave the room?"

bf!lino the type to actually buy you and him toys that he can use - for his pleasure, but mostly yours because he fucking loves the way your toes curl every time he puts something else inside you. example, a bullet vibe - he makes sure you have it with you at all times, but this time particularly because you're at your friend's house (jisung's to be more exact) and he likes the way you're squirming in your seat, your eyes pleading him to stop every time he increases the speed of the toy inside you. maybe jisung would notice, and maybe he'd smirk to himself, maybe he'd look at the way your eyes stare at minho when you're at the edge, and maybe he wants in on the fun - teasing you ofc, or maybe just wants to see you on your knees for him and lino , if lino allows it, who knows?

bf!lino the type to eat you out when he's stressed, often telling you to be good because all he wants to see is you on the edge for, well a really long time, and also because he knows you can do it. i mean, you're getting something out of it right?

going back to the jisung thought too, IF say lino allows it, i mean, it's gonna be jisung's hand guiding yours to his length, while lino ate you out, stopping in between making you fuss because you stopped working on jisung's dick. "focus, baby. you don't want either of this to stop do you?"

note. yes i got carried away SO WHAT

[elsweetheart]

hi!! i love your fics sm!! im such a whore for ellie and abby 😭 i just read your ellie headcanons and the one where you said she has a daddy kink is all i can think about.. i was wondering if you could write more about it? ty and love u!

i did say that yes … thank u for asking because i have been dying to talk about it 😋

this won’t be everyone’s cup of tea so if it’s not - keep scrolling !!

ellie williams x occasionally being called daddy

• so the two of you have jokingly been throwing around the word for some time. it’s one of those things that are kind of a joke but there’s some weird tension and weight behind it that you both refuse to address (because she’s thinking why do i kind of like this? what does this say about me? and you’re thinking the same…)

• it started when the two of you were doing some target practice deciding to clear out a few infected from outside the building you were staying. two slow moving corpses stumbled towards the two of you from the across the alley and she nudged you with her arm. “bet i could clear ‘em out with one bullet.” she promised, raising her gun with a confident but focused expression.

• “yeah right.” you denied, swinging your legs on the wall you were sat on behind her. you watched the two infected naturally fall into a single file line, and when ellie had the perfect shot she pulled the trigger— and alas, one bullet tore through both their skulls sending them straight to the ground. your jaw dropped, impressed as you jumped off the wall and walked up behind her. she turned around with a grin, jokingly flexing at you. “thats right, who’s your daddy?”

• it was obviously a joke, but her smile almost dropped clean off her face when she saw the speed at which your eyes glazed over, expression becoming lustful just for a split second before you got yourself together, covering your reaction with a giggle. she chuckled back at you, eyes lingering on you for a moment as the tension passed and decided to pocket that moment for later.

• after a few more instances where she’d throw the noun out jokingly it was etched into your brain and you were starting to realise that it was kind of becoming a thing. the two of you didn’t know how to discuss why that be, so you didn’t — however one night, when ellie had you face down in the pillows taking her strap pressing kisses to your back you were so fucked out that your mouth took control without your brains permission.

• “mm—mmph please daddy!” it was muffled and whiney but ellie heard you loud and clear. she didn’t stop to address it, infact after it slipped from your mouth you felt her pace pick up — a surge of stealth taking over her from the once jokey, now incredibly hot nickname. she placed a hand on your waist, pulling you to fuck against her and she sighed against the back of your neck.

• “thats it, daddy’s got you. fuck, babe.” she cursed at the way you were squeezing and grinding back against her strap which equally felt good for her. her calling herself daddy was the tipping point that pushed you over the edge, making you cum hard.

• when it was all over you lay in her arms, both of you catching your breath and cooling off— and when enough time had passed you looked up at her, and she looked down at you, the two of you bursting into simultaneous giggle fits.

• she pressed her mouth together in a smirk and raised her eyebrows. “well, well, well—” she starts and you giggle even harder, placing your hand over her mouth. “stop, don’t!” you squeal and she calmly pulls your wrist away with a smile, stroking your cheek as if to calm you down.

• “hey, i’m not judging. shit, i think i’m pretty into it.” she confirms and you smile softly, pushing yourself further up the bed to kiss her. ellie always gave you anything you wanted.

[finn-m-corvex]

MY BOIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!

YES YES YES YETSMEUQGCGUWIQMHFYPWJWHEUWU

LOOK AT HIM! LOOK AT HIM RIGHT NOW!!!!! THAT'S MY MAN! IF SHARK WASN'T ALREADY MY SOULMATE WOWIE VEGAS MOVE OUT THE WAY

NYA BETTER HOPE TO GOD SHE DOESN'T FIND HERSELF IN ANY PRECARIOUS SITUATIONS ANY TIME SOON BECAUSE WOW HAND HIM OVER THIS INSTANT.

CRUSH ME. STEP ON ME. TURN ME INTO A PANCAKE OR A PRETZEL OR A FUCKING PIEROGI AND GOD KNOWS WHAT ELSE STARTS WITH P JUST DO IT!

Thank you for this meal I am only slightly unhinged :]

I realized I hadn’t posted these administration jays I doodled in my sketchbook a few weeks ago hskdhdkd

@finn-m-corvex here’s your boi

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Hello! 👋 I love your work, especially your Pietro Maximoff stuff. He deserves more recognition and writers like you do an amazing job providing it. If you’re doing requests, what would you think of Pietro x Stark!daughter in AOU; enemies to lovers HCs or one shot? They meet when HYDRA is infiltrated & struggle w/ their growing attraction to each other. Maybe she takes a bullet for Pietro in Sokovia and he stays by her side as she recovers. It’s up to you. Take care!

hii!! thank you sm :(( I did hcs, hope that’s okay, im having writers block, and anything other than hcs breaks my brain. thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌

ACROSS ENEMY LINE (headcanons)

pietro maximoff x stark!daughter reader. 667

— I think tony and the rest of the team would be apprehensive about you going out into the field - wanting you to wait in the quinjet while they did their thing (the opening of AOU) 

— but while you're in the jet, you can see the people on the radar thing (im talking out my ass, but basically seeing wanda and pietro) so you're able to see them before the team - so you try using comms to give them a heads up, but the signal is lost

— so you'd do as you were instructed NOT TO DO - leave the jet. you make your way towards clint first, and then that's when you see pietro (he knocked you over as well as clint) so he's talking down to you too - he makes a quick snarky comment. maybe he says, "you didn't see that coming," to you instead (ik sorry canon) 

— im gonna say it and I hate it bc it makes me cringe, but maybe time stands still (guess that works for pietro bc he moves so fast he can slow down a singular moment???) anyway, you'd both be looking at each other (obviously communicating with eyes) until he speeds away, maybe nat tries to blast him, so she can help clint

— then all the usual movie plot happens. you regroup, offering to help - but tony kinda shuns you for not doing as asked

— then more movie stuff happens until you meet pietro again when they try to stop vision being born ?? (haven't watched it in a little while, but I think that's when they're all together next) maybe you exchange a few questioning glances, bc you're both once again on opposite sides

— while everyone is trying to stop each other - he and you do the same. he's focused on stopping you, like you him, but bc of his speed, he practically runs circles around you. then he repeats the comment to you again. or maybe he's keeping you occupied so you don't get hurt by being caught up in the middle

— vision is born and that's when you all truce - trying to find a way to stop ultron

— on the quinjet, you and pietro are seated next to each other, and it's kinda icy (maybe you're butt hurt about him beating you twice) he tries to call it even saying, "you know, we're on the same side now. you have to like me,"

— maybe you make a "mhm," sound - unamused. but he tries again, saying his name and extending a hand, "sorry for earlier... when I beat you... twice," but he's joking and laughing, not actually serious about a truce (your loss kinda thing)

— you don't talk for the rest of journey to sokovia

— rest of the movie stuff happens (but instead of ulton with the flying gun thing, one of the bots is after pietro who is protecting clint and that kid)

— you get shot in the shoulder when you basically become a shield (instead of pietro - sorry I had to say it)

— pietro helps you to the helicarrier - wanting you to get medical attention. he's all panicked, in shock of what just happened. he'd curse you out saying that was stupid and you shouldn't have done that but he's glad you're not dead

— he won't leave your side when you get stitched up, offering to hold your hand if it hurts. he'd have sympathy pains and would be encouraging (bc you literally just saved his life) !! after you're sorted he'd ask why you did it, maybe you say "you didn't see it coming," haha get it? bc it's switched over? he laughs, and it silently creates a truce between you. then you say the actual reason, something about not leaving someone behind, or it's what your dad would do

— maybe you're about to have a little moment, but you both brush it off - wanting to save it for when the adrenaline wears off 

— — — — — — — — — — ☆ — — — — — — — — — —

[number1yisuchongfan]

I love them

[under-the-dirt]

watching scary movies with price, who normally isn’t phased by them. but the particular one you two watch? let’s just say, no one is getting sleep.

tysm anon!!! i love your request sm!!!! i literally squealed when i saw your request so ty!!

pairing: john price x reader

tags: horror movies, cuddling, implied relationship, gn!reader, john price is older (30s) reader is younger (20s), spooky season!! UNDER 13 DNI!! IF I SEE YOU’RE UNDER 13 AND INTERACTING I WILL BLOCK YOU!

You begged John to watch a horror movie with you, and tonight he finally obliged. You were together, cuddled up on the couch with your head against his chest and his hand on your hip.

He was sure he wasn’t going to be phased by a dumb horror movie, and he could be the shoulder you hide your face in at the scary parts. Scary, of course being the parts with throw up or needles.

But god, was he wrong. Even he, John Price, Captain in the TaskForce 141, survivor of multiple bullet wounds and bombings, found himself jumping, yelping, holding his breath at tense parts, etc.

At some part, your scream covered his yelp, and you hid your face in his chest, asking if the scary part was over.

“Y-yes it is, bunny” He says gently, and even you didn’t miss the shake in his voice and the dilation of his pupils.

“Are you scared?” You ask sweetly, and he chuckles and shakes his head, both of you returning to the movie.

By the end, he was gripping your waist with shaky hands. You were breathing shakily, absolutely scared out of your mind. He was much in the same state, panicked and trying desperately not to show it. He’s fought in wars! A silly horror movie shouldn’t scare the great, strong John Price! Yet, his breathing was quicker, and he held you closer, looking around the dark room as the credits roll. But by god, he swears he sees a face in the darkness.

“Boo!” You giggle, and he jumps and huffs.

“Bedtime, sweetheart.” He chuckles, lifting you up and walking far faster to your room than normal. He was definitely scared.

He set you down on the bed and turned on the lamp on his nightstand under the excuse that you were probably scared and wanted a nightlight.

He hops into bed and holds you close like a stuffed animal, big, scary John Price looking around the room as if a monster will jump out of him at any moment.

He pretended to relax, hoping he’d convince you he was asleep and make you fall asleep, but you both doubted the other was actually sleeping.

“Are you asleep?” You whisper.

“Err.. No,” He replies, curling you closer to his chest.

“That movie was scary,” You whisper, looking up at him.

“A little,” He responds in a whisper, pressing a soft kiss to your crown. He’ll try and try again to convince himself the movie you watched wasn’t all that scary, but still, it didn’t change the adrenaline in his veins, the speed of his heart beat, the shallowness of his breaths which he tried to calm.

You huffed softly, not believing him, but still nuzzling in his chest to feel safer. You both were terrified. You wish you chose a different movie.

TYTYTYTYTYTY FOR THE ASK ANON!! i love your idea!! this was a ton of fun to write as i am a huge horror movie fan! i just watched insidious and it was super good. any horror movie ideas?

[green-scout-tf2]

Im sure they’ll like ya!

Soldier might be a bit iffy at first but he’s like that with every newbie

You’ve got nothin’ to worry about!

Hey scout

So uh now that I’m part of the green team

Mind telling me about the other classes? Is Medic crazy? Is Heavy a decent man? Is Pyro schizophrenic? Just curious.

Well from what I’ve seen of the other guys, green is pretty similar to the other teams

But it’s better, obviously

Medic is pretty much the same as the other Medics

Heavy is a pretty nice guy, nicer than some people make him out to be. He’s just a little misunderstood

Pyro is… well, Pyro

Though I will say there’s some other Scout’s that have crushes on teammates I hardly talk ta, so relationships are a bit different I guess

Anythin’ else ya wanna ask? Im all ears, pally!

[pumpkinsy0]

In a world where pony and curly would have been able to freely date and be romantic public, can we get hcs for them going on dates?? I feel like Pony would try and orchestrate book-like romantic dates and curly would end up embarrassing them both 😭

i dont think ive acc made hcs for this before omg strap in

•first off ik their hungry asses would love diner dates, they dont even talk that much they just stuff their face and theyre so real for that

•curly would USE that jukebox, its like he’s hogging it, he specifically picks songs pony likes, even if he only mentioned it like ONCE and then never again

•if someone tries speaking up about it being annoying, curly just scares them off, when hes in the diner its HIS diner brah, get w the times🙄🙄

•roller skating was already a pretty popular thing around that time, much to their fun i could see pony dragging curly along, much ti the dismay of everyone else i can see THEM going

•ponys at least normal, he tries skating around, meanwhile curlys going at the speed of a literal bullet, hes pushed some poor people over

•left pony standing there having to apologize for him, curlys treating ts like its roller derby

•them record store browsing,,,honestly this wasnt even a date, pony was just looking around and curly saw him through the window and joined him

•really pony didnt even wanna buy anything but curly said tim gave him so money and said he could get him something, so pony was VERY analytical about what he wanted to but since this is like a once in a year sweet treat for him

•curly accidentally broke one of the records but the clerk aint see so for all they know, they just found it like that

•but now when pony plays that record when hes alone, he thinks of curly, like the equivalent of a friend showing u this song and now when u listen to it, u think of em

•surfing culture was actually on the rise in the 60s (not rlly in oklahoma but yknow, it was a growing thing) so on a beach date, curlys THAT guy saying that looks gay as hell (despite the fact that he’s literally on a date rn but shhhh)

•pony would HATE swimming at the beach, he hates the water sm, so he’s just building a sand castle or somethin, curly got him to at least get his feet in it, but nothing too crazy

•they spend most of the time w ponys sand castle, pony just wanted to make one and curly was obsessed w making it cooler than that stupid ass 5 year olds sand castle

•curly either buried pony in the sand or was throwing wet sandballs at ponys back, but at some point he missed and hit this other white guy and had to pretend it wasnt him who threw that, pony and him moved away just in case

•pony was picking up seashells and curly found some ones he thought was cool n just gave it to pony

[thatturtleleon]

KOBD HCs

THEM

cuties

they silently judge people together

actually scratch out the "silently" part, at least for knockout, they'll talk shit whenever and wherever

one time knockout said something funny and breakdown let out this booming dad laugh and smiled and knockout thought his spark was going to spontaneously combust

and when knockout laughs like that, breakdown will do absolutely everything he can to make him laugh like that again

i love how different their fighting styles are and just their overall vibes

like knockout is a bit more gentler when handling things, and mostly fights with speed

breakdown just whips out his hammer thingy and clobbers everyone

one can be brutally beating an autobot or something and the other's like "haha omg ur so sexy babe"

they're both chilling while knockout's describing (in great detail) about dissection and breakdown's giggling kicking his feet

little freaks i love them sm

slight NSFW in the bullet point below!

ok usually i don't get into NSFW stuff on here but i saw this one post saying that what if Transformers don't get horny or have sex because theres no need for it since they don't reproduce sexually (which i agree with) but knockout heard about humans doing it and he was like "well fuck now i need to try that with my husband" and he just like invents a way to do it LMAO

slight NSFW part over :)

they crack bad puns together in the middle of fights

speaking of fighting, i feel like they wouldn't really fight each other?

like sure they'd occasionally have some disagreements, but nothing serious

KOBD just fits together like that y'know?

Note: I'll probably add more to this later on, but here's all the ones my brain could ramble out lol

@virovirokun-has-adhd i'll tag u in this cause ik u love them <3

[sunny-mercya]

Hey, Brother do you still believe in one another?

15. Osaka Trip - Survival

Heiji Hattori x Male Reader | Platonic! Shinichi Kudo x Brother Reader

Fandom -> Detective Conan/Case Closed

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My friend, I can't wait to see you again

You're my hope, you're my everything

We can fly if you believe in my love!

Getting shot two times in a row—even when the bullets were only grazing your right leg and upper arm and missing its target, burying themselves somewhere else deep into—wasn't fun and never would be to remember.

You stumbled a bit, cursing loudly when the pain flared up, but didn't stop in your running. You didn't even know where to run and hide to, not knowing the area—which looked more than just devastated empty of any civilisation—you're in.

Somehow you ended up in the ruins of a empty school—either elementary or middle school—it didn't matter, right now Conan and you needed a place to hide—to catch some breath and rethink of a new tactic to survive this psychopath.

Picking up on your speed, you run inside—trekking the stairs up to the second floor, kicking open one of the classroom doors and ducked inside.

Leaning against the wall, you pulled out your phone, reading Shinichi's SMS once, twice and a third time again.

Dialling your brother's number, holding the phone against your ear, you waited with bated breath for him to pick up—hoping to hear his steady voice of reassurance again.

„Apologies, this number is currently unreachable, please try again later.“

Biting down onto your lip, you slid the wall down—closing your eyes and taking a deep breath—clutching your (f.colour) flip-phone, with its silly keychains and the few even more silly stickers on it, against your chest.

Nothing had actually changed, hasn't it? How desperate stupid could you any more be—believing, especially in that false—hope crushing and heartache bringing—SMS, that Shinichi would come back at all.

Asshole. Asshole, asshole, asshole—Shinichi is such a fucking asshole.

When you needed Shinichi the most—in a situation where you felt nothing but inner turmoil of being anxious scared—he wasn't there.

At least not when it comes to you, because you're certainly sure that he calls Ran—when she's scared—that's Shinichi's only priority, besides solving cases and being a wannabe detective.

»[Name]......?«

»I can't do this, can't do this......it's pointless.....I'm dumb, so fucking dumb....«

»No [Name], don't give up now! We're gonna–argh!« Conan couldn't finish his sentence, feeling a shock of electricity through his body—being grabbed and thrown to the sides.

When Daiki found you and Conan, he had easy play with you—pushing you onto the floor and kicking you against your already bruised stomach and you were like a helpless doll again.

»Mhm, should have destroyed the damned phone right away when I took you. Now, let's see what made you so defiantly.«

Daiki read the SMS, grinning wickedly as he kicked you in the stomach again when you were about to get up. A scoff left his lips, dropping your phone to the ground and stepping onto it—breaking it in half.

»No!« you shouted, looking at him with wide eyes.

The only message you've gotten from Shinichi—ever since his abrupt disappearance—the only sign of him, that he was still alive—still here, somewhere—and hadn't abandoned you—was now crushed like the last bit of hope left in you.

You glanced at Conan, feeling guilty with what you were about to say next—admitting defeat, for once, freely. Though with what Daiki had said next, brought a wave of anger back.

»Hah! You really believed such trash? Please, we both know that your dear brother is nothing but a liar. Don't fool yourself.«

»Shut up.«

»Huh? Repeat that, I didn't quite hear that, dear.«

»Shut the fuck up! Don't you fucking dare calling Shinichi a liar ever again!«

With an uproar you sprung back up, pushing Daiki with full force into the tables and throwing one or two chairs onto him. Grabbing Conan again, holding him against you, you run out into the hallway—overthinking every route of escape you could take and decided for another drastic move.

Setting Conan down, you pulled off your jacket—putting the jacket then onto Conan, hood over his head—and taken him back into your arms.

»What are you doing [Name]?!«

»It's gonna be okay, just close your eyes and hold on tight.» you hugged Conan closer to you, arms secured around him. Taking a deep breath and then you sprinted towards that one window where you knew was a roof overhang below.

Hah! Sport tournament was nothing against a good old jump—through the second floor window, you thought. Picking up on your speed, ignoring the next grazing bullet against your leg, you jumped—twisting your body in a way that your back collided with the window, sending you crashing down onto the tin roof and pressing the air out of your lungs.

The short moment, in your free fall, of where you had seeing a glimpse of the darkening sky above you—reminds you of what you always would fear, death itself.

And while death itself scares you, even though you had days where you are close to step into the realm of afterlife, the last shimmer of sun-rays brought back a wish of once lost dream.

Getting up, had you no time to regain your breath, smashing the next window and stepped with Conan into the first floor. Another sprint, time was sacred now, searching for another place to hide in.

~~~

Hiding in the girls restroom, was a good decision or at least sounded like one. Sitting Conan onto the counter, you barley took a glance at yourself in the mirror—not wanting to see the brutal truth of ugliness and insecurity in it, which is just a reflection of you.

Rubbing your face and leaning against the counter as well, you let out a tired sigh—breathing heavily as you tried to regulate your breath again.

Your lungs burned, feeling so sandpaper dry—like your voice used to be hours ago—and your body ached from exhaustion. You wanted nothing more than to sleep, god, does sleep sounds so promising—so peaceful.

Fishing out a package of cigarettes, a lighter and two small bottles from the jacket, you lighting one up and took a long drag from the cigarette, letting the burning smoke invade your already heavy lungs—why you had cigarettes packed in the jacket, Conan didn't know and he also didn't knew that you smoked, but that was a question for another time—before taking the cigarette and pressing the tip onto your wounds.

»You know Conan–« you begun, didn't know yourself why you start to feel so nostalgic—so sentimental—and wanting to share a memory—from your childhood, so pure and with so much happiness in it—about Shinichi and you with Conan.

Perhaps it was because time was running out and you wanted to cherish in the past again, once last time.

Or maybe—and that's sounds more likely—it's the mix of morphine and adrenaline you gulped down, seconds ago, in one go—like a shot of vodka—choking on it as the taste was anything but pleasant and taking it on a empty stomach was not good, wanting to vomit up right away—because apparently you still weren't feeling mad-hatter and joker enough.

Whatever it might have been, in this moment it just felt right to share this sacred moment.

»Just mere moments ago, I wanted to give up once more. For final this time.«

»And why didn't you?«

»Besides the asshole insulting my brother? A thunder of thoughts, a flashback, struck me.« you stopped again, smiling at Conan and ruffling through his hair.

And then you told Conan about the most treasured memory you had;

It was during elementary when Digimon had its rookie-start in the TV. Shinichi and I would've watched it everyday and the openings—and few songs in it—had me so awestruck with joy, that Shinichi once begged our parents to buy him a walkman with the tape.

Shinichi didn't wanted any other presents for his birthday, except for this and when they gave in and brought it—Shinichi, proudly and happily grinning, had giving me the walkman.

Telling me—in all seriousness he could muster with his chubby face—that whenever I would start to feel sad again—back then, our parents already knew what started to happen with me, but all Shinichi and I knew was that I was feeling immense sadness and sometimes pain—it was also during the time, where I tried to drown myself in the bathtub for the first time and I will never forget the frightful and worried face of my knightly brother on that day—I should listen to the tape.

Because Shinichi had believed, that when I listened to the tape, the sadness would go away and somehow it did—but not really because of the music itself, but because—and it took me some years to understand—of Shinichi himself, who always acts so selflessly just to make me laugh.

Conan never wanted to tell you so badly, that he's Shinichi—that he's here with you, like how he always promised you and that there's no need to ever be sad again, because your brother is here and everything is gonna be alright.

But Conan couldn't, just couldn't do that. It would brought you more trouble and in danger—making you another target for the Men in Black and being an achilles heel to himself—than you already had.

The truth would cause more harm to yourself and could bring you into, perhaps, final collapse with your fragile mental health—and the thought of you being mad at him, Conan just couldn't stand and wouldn't forgiving himself for it.

»And whenever we've listen to these songs, which I still do nowadays, Shin-Chan would tell that all our dreams and wishes would come true.«

»Did they come true? Your dreams?«

»They did. At least for Shin-chan, who is, besides my wonderful boyfriend of course, the greatest detective of all times«

»And what about you [Name]?«

»Me? Well, I don't think I ever really had something akin to a dream or goal in life. Till now. Meeting Heiji, you, having the people around me which I love so much, make me realise something,«

Taking off your necklace, which had Heiji's promise-ring—and a pendant with Shinichi's and your parents names (and birthstones) engraved on it—looped in and putting it around Conan, tapping his nose.

»Besides me wanting to die on some days, it is worth to live after all. So I'm gonna promise you Conan, here and now, that I won't die tonight and neither will you. We're gonna survive this night and see the sunrise once more.«

And then you told Conan the next steps of your new reforming plan. Telling how you will smash Daiki—even though the fucker deserves a headshot, but Shinichi once said; killing someone out of self-justice, makes you not better than a murder themselves—into the ground and making him regret everything he had done.

Living like you're dying isn't living at all

We are, we are, we are gonna be alright

We got, we got, we always got the fight in us