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5 am - evening drives, dark circles under eyes, neon lights, vivid dreams, broken handwriting, 90s music, leather jackets, tousled hair, late night phone calls, silver necklaces, flannel around their waist It was pretty typical that he called you—voice quiet and full of fondness—to come out for a drive at 5 in the morning. Keishin always, always seemed so restless but more so this year. You figured exam stress and the looming future of true adulthood caused it. Still, you liked it when he asked for you to go for a drive to see the sunrise somewhere far away from the neon lights of the city. It comforted you; it reminded you that

5 am - evening drives, dark circles under eyes, neon lights, vivid dreams, broken handwriting, 90s music, leather jackets, tousled hair, late night phone calls, silver necklaces, flannel around their waist It was pretty typical that he called you—voice quiet and full of fondness—to come out for a drive at 5 in the morning. Keishin always, always seemed so restless but more so this year. You figured exam stress and the looming future of true adulthood caused it. Still, you liked it when he asked for you to go for a drive to see the sunrise somewhere far away from the neon lights of the city. It comforted you; it reminded you that

Kisuke feels a dip in the bed before a feminine figure curls against his back, her breasts brushing against his skin. Dainty arms wrap around his waist, snuggling close to him. He blinks blearily from the disturbance and glances down at his waist, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he sees the familiar arms clinging to him. He lets out a warm chuckle and attempts to roll over. "Hold still, you're warm," the woman murmurs. "But I want to see you~" Kisuke replies, his voice laced with playful excitement. "Tough shit," you exhale against his skin, causing him to laugh before he rolls over anyways, trapping you beneath him. "H

"I am fine," he reminds himself as he brushes sweat from his forehead and slams a football against the unforgiving nature of the wire walls that surround the futsal pitch; the harsh noise his action creates but he doesn't need soothing. He is a powerful person. He has always been a powerful person. No pain will change that, no loss will affect him- especially not the lost of you.

“Dying is easy, it’s living that’s hard.”    He never forgot you.    It was the memory of you that continued to make him grow as a detective. It was the memory of you that served as a constant reminder to L what this job could do to someone; what result it left on both the mind and body. It also reminded him of the fact that some sacrifices could be used for the greater good.    If it wasn’t for your death during a murder case, L doubted he would’ve ever been able to catch the culprit before he killed again. It was a loss he mourned for every day, but one that kept him at peace nonetheless. It wasn

[Shizou Heiwajima x Reader] [TW: Suicide] It's so silent. That's Shizou's first thought as he enters your apartment. Usually, after a late evening of work, he's greeted by your smile (a kiss on the cheek, your fingers intertwining with his), as you hum along to the radio - that slight swaying of the hips for you've never been a fan of any bolder dance moves. There'll be dinner on the table too; you're a good cook, you make a mean spaghetti even if he and you have rather differing opinions on how much salt in the sauce is acceptable. And, sometimes, he'll have brought you flowers too - not too grand of a bouquet, but you told him once how mu

[Laxus x reader]                                  With long strides, Laxus made its way towards the second floor. A frown was drawn on his forehead, and his lips were pursed into a thin line. His eyes were narrowed, glanced at those who dared to stand in his way fleetingly, only to roll as they scurried away. Arms crossed over his chest, he looked irritated — intimidating. His footsteps echoed in the guild as he walked up the stairs, and no one ventured to complain about the way he so disdainful looked at everyone and everything. Laxus was a difficult man; a proud, easily irked wizard. And he was powerful, one of the strongest aroun

aspectabund - letting emotion show easily through the face or eyes There’s something everlasting in summer. The suntan that never fades away of our skin, the itchy feeling of the sand between the toes, the salty and cool summer breeze through our hair… and the warmth of your fingers entwining with mine. We walked along the sea, slowly to make sure to leave our footprint on the sand, as if we needed to proof that we’ve been there, today, at this time, together. We can’t even see when we’ll reach the other side of the beach but who cares, we just walk along talking about our lives, swinging our hands together as

“(last)-chaaaaan~ The snacks are ready~” a familiar voice called. Its owner slowly opened the door with his hands full of sweets. His copper colored orbs scanned the room until they laid upon your hunched over figure. A faint smile tugged at the corners of his thin lips as he slowly approached the helpless, sleeping girl in front of him, setting the tray of goodies down beside him. His toned arms snaked around your thin waist and his warmth enveloped your shivering frame like the sun. “...Oikawa…” “(last)-chan, wake up~” You remained silent, unable to hear his plea. He stared at your small back heav

5 am - evening drives, dark circles under eyes, neon lights, vivid dreams, broken handwriting, 90s music, leather jackets, tousled hair, late night phone calls, silver necklaces, flannel around their waist It was pretty typical that he called you—voice quiet and full of fondness—to come out for a drive at 5 in the morning. Keishin always, always seemed so restless but more so this year. You figured exam stress and the looming future of true adulthood caused it. Still, you liked it when he asked for you to go for a drive to see the sunrise somewhere far away from the neon lights of the city. It comforted you; it reminded you that

[Saruhiko x f!reader] Warning: Smut-ish. Wouldn't say it's really smut, but oh well.                           His feet lead him up the stairs, down the endless hallway, towards a distant memory. His hand grips the knob of the door to his house, and it cracks open; like the gash in his heart. He knows he is being a fool; a sadistic, hopeless man who hasn’t had enough — not from her loving presence, not from her abusive absence. Stepping inside the murkiness retained by those whispering walls, away from the warmth of the sun and the support of his friends, he runs back to that oppressive cloud of lost dreams and surrenders his he

[Adult!Reborn x reader]                           Your eyes were closed, but your mind was fully awake. Your breaths came out slow, but your heart was far from calm. You were resting on the couch—legs stretched out, hands lay over your stomach—, but your body was tense. Your fingers played with one another, following a rhythm that seemed to be far away yet came from within your own chest. Your heartbeat was uneven, fast as thoughts kept plunging into your mind non-stop, without mercy. And then, the reason to your agitation himself strolled into the quiet room. Lazily, as to not make yourself too evident, you followed him wit

It was half-past midnight when he called you for a drive. He was already getting on his car in direction of your flat, ready to pick you up and get lost in the endless countryside motorways. He did not ask whether you wanted to come with him: you never had the choice, after all, it was his way of saying that he needed to talk. “Talking” was quite a fancy word since he barely spoke while driving. The journey lasted one or two hours until he finds a good spot to park and go outside to contemplate the stars – it sounded rather romantic of him to see the stars with you, as you were only his friend, the friend whom he became frie

The crows’ cawing echoed in an empty, narrow street alongside your chaotic footsteps on the cobblestone ground. It was deep night already, streetlights darkened many hours ago leaving the path appearing even colder and unwelcoming than it already was in the middle of the day. You could clearly hear the disturbing sound of water flowing down the gutter and the puddles underneath your shoes — the last remainings of today’s pouring rain. Goosebumps which appeared on your forearms didn’t help you in the slighest to handle the bad weather and the chill fear sliding down your spine like a deadly cold snake, grabbing your tig

Reader x Jumin - How to Pick Up a Girl Title: How to Pick Up a Girl: Jumin Fandom: Mystic Messenger Character: Jumin Han Genre: Drabble, cringe Warnings: Overall cringe, possible suggesting themes Intended Gender Audience: Neutral audience Word Count: 170 Other comments: Context: //after Jumin’s good ending, he’s just being goofy; see description for image inspiration ; PLEASE READ DESCRIPTION It’s a peaceful afternoon, and Jumin has come home early because there was little work to be done around the office. When he offers you a bowl of ice cream, you happily accept the sweet treat. It was your favourite flavour, being de

Heads up that Tobirama is probably out of character here, but I really don’t care. I love that cold, salty son of a Senju. ;D ... you know, aside from the fact that he killed my favorite Uchiha. We’ll just look passed that right now. Written in third person, as always ;D Side note, I got the idea from a headcanon I read from a Tumblr Naruto scenario/headcanon blog uchiha-senshii so I definitely think all of you guys should go check them out! “Hashirama,” The elder Senju looked up from the papers he’d been reading as his brother approached, “What’s the meaning of this?” His eyes were met wit

Schadenfreude - pleasure derived from the misfortunes of others. Failing to discreetly conceal this pleasure constitutes a schadenfreudian slip. Standing there with Hiyori and Yukine now you watched with fascination as Yato was in a garbage can. He looked lame and probably stupid by far, but you were getting a kick out of it. Watching as the now high school girl kicked the can over and he started to roll away a large grin show on your face. Without meaning to you let the sound of a chuckle leave her lips. Covering it up a little too late you seen them all looking at you. Oh! Looks like you ended up letting your amusement show a little too e

“Get dressed, we’re going out to dinner.” You never thought at you would ever hear those words voluntarily coming from him. Doing a double take, you wanted to make sure that he was feeling alright.   “Let me just…” as you tried to place a hand upon his forehead, he quickly swatted it away; rejecting any speculation of an illness with a pushy hand. A growl he spouted as his lip curled to your reaction, “Shut up and just do it already, we’re leaving in an hour.” You backed up a bit, leaning on the couch to get a better look at him. “What’s the rush?” You quickly spit out

“Oh. My. God. This is so cool!” Kicking your feet up and down, you watched your computer screen with sparkling eyes. You sat in a purple bean bag that your lazy host had bought after months of complaining about the floor being too hard. Said bald headed host laid sprawled out on the floor in front of his TV, clad in his favorite pervy sweatshirt and a pair of jeans, while his young apprentice cooked lunch for the three of you. The sounds of boiling liquids and afternoon dramas were easily drowned out by your marathon of action videos. “You guys~!” you called to the two boys, “Come check this out!” With S

You stare at Takeou a somewhat puzzled expression adorning your face. "Huh? You want me to deliver Suna’s homework today?" You were aware that Suna came down with a really bad cold on Monday, and has been sick for the entire school week it now being Friday. Takeou has been taking his homework to him every day after school, except he isn’t going to be able to do so today. You were on good terms with Takeou, and often held friendly conversation with him during class. Which led to you getting to know Suna a little bit too, so it didn’t come as a complete shock that he was requesting this of you. "Please {Name}! He’ll

He took you by the shoulder, brought you against his chest and softly kissed your cheek. It was so natural and spontaneous that you hardly noticed it was a kiss. The softness of his lips weren’t unfamiliar to you, as if you’ve known them forever. Yet, you only knew him for a few months and you were just his casual friend, the one whom he used to hang out after class or eat out when bored. You eventually had a crush on him like the average fourteen-year-old secondary school student you were. You ignored your feelings – you knew he wasn’t interested in you – in love, even though many girls tried to ask him out. Lov

And his kisses were the breeze and his eyes were hurricanes that pulled you away from any rationality you had ever known and, when he whispered of his love for you, no zephyr had ever been so alive. Wind was not designed for fleeting memories, wind was designed for bringing forward and empowering and for movie scenes with cinematic music and a heroine finally standing for her beliefs. The wind was wild and uncontrolled and a love unbreakable. So you waited for a gale of his affections in a world of stiff air and stiff emotion. But even the breeze never came.

“Squad Leader (Name),” a voice called, causing you to halt in your tracks and turn around. Captain Levi Ackerman stood behind you, holding a pile of papers in one hand. You tilted your head, curious.            “Yes, Levi?”            “Help me with these papers,” he demanded, “I have enough on my plate right now.”            You pursed your lips, contemplating. He impatiently waited for your answer, crossing his arms without wrinkling the papers in his hand.            “Alright, Levi. Your room?”            He nodded. You quickly gleaned one paper with a blank expression,

She began considering whether she loved Amon Koutarou when she first saw him smile. For a little while before that, he had been a regular at the bar where she worked. He never spoke much - ordered a drink, sipped at it in the corner of the room, and left as soon as it was finished. Once or twice, she’d asked whether he wanted another or possibly something to drink but the answer was always that small shake of his head as he walked away. All she had ever heard him say was “Budweiser” in an uninterested tone. The second thing she heard him say was “whatever’s strongest,” on a Thursday night. “Rough d

It was a nauseatingly hot summer day but your plan to kill time and avoid the sun by holing up in an empty classroom was ruined by a strict teacher, who delighted in your eternal torment. You heaved a deep sigh as you passed by the students’ bicycle shed.    “Err, excuse me!”    “What?!” You practically snarled as you turned. Face twisted with all the annoyance of the sun. A frail boy of average height stood clutching his granny bike. Your irritation faded at the fear in his round and expressive blue eyes.    “Um, I... Would you like to ride down the hill with me on my bike?”    “You kno

soulmate au    Indifferent. That's how you felt towards ice skating. You weren't passionate about it, but you had nothing against it. You went skating with your friends a few times, but it was nothing more than basic movements. So when your uncle offered to take you to watch his ice skaters practice, you figured why not? It'd be fun to watch them dance on the ice, even without color.    You enter the ice arena and cool air immediately greets you. You can hear skates scraping the ice before you even enter the rink. Walking in, you see multiple people dancing gracefully across the ice. You smile gently as you admire them.    "Ah, (Y/N)!"

"What was it like...?" You pause, the rim of the cup almost touching your lips, suddenly undecided of your response to such a sudden question. Slowly, you look at him, rimmed hues transfixed, still, at the screen, the monotonous whir of the ventilation effectively cancelling the implied panic of the reporter's voice. A hum accompanies your exhale, and he meets your gaze in return. A raised brow, a pursed lip. A sudden urge to laugh restrained behind your throat. Silence. "I'm not sure I understand what you mean", you finally surrender, lowering the warmed brew as you shift in your seat to face him. "Home.", he responds, gaze averted in