labyrinthofleah asked:

♦--Mamoru as a high-school student (maybe going off of the other high school prompt, haha; I really loved that one)

(Cute little high school outlaws, coming up!)

"Damn it’s loud in here." Mamoru was complaining with his usual fervor, but Aiko was having trouble hearing him over the din. The music from the DJ stand set up in their high school gym was pounding in her ears, and underneath it the buzz dozens of teenagers all trying to be heard as they gossiped, joked, and flirted.

Squeezing his hand to get his attention, Aiko threw her boyfriend an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, this was my idea. Want to leave?” She had never really cared about high school dances before, but it seemed like such a normal thing to want now that she had someone to go with. They had argued back and forth a bit- as usual- until finally Kishi had agreed, as long as he didn’t have to wear a tie. It was not a formal dance so Aiko had readily agreed.

"What, all that stubbornness and you want to ditch already? Don’t think so. We’re stayin’ until I’m sure you won’t make me do this again." Mamoru chuckled at the eye-roll she gave him, though the sound of his amusement was lost in the cacophony. As such he didn’t hear anyone approaching them until there was a tap on his shoulder.

"Kishi!" Oh, perfect. His so-called-friend Eisuke had shown up, trailing some girl on his arm as always and flanked by his cronies. They were less annoying than most of the other students, and never seemed to judge Mamoru for his slacker reputation or smoking habit, so they had seemed like decent company for him. For a girl like Aiko, however…

Their hands had naturally unclasped when he jumped at Eisuke’s touch, and no one seemed to notice that the reputed hoodlum was here with the honors student. The crowd only cared to speak to Mamoru, as it was apparently a novelty for him to show up at this kind of event. Aiko shrank back a bit, intimidated by the boys, and only one set of sharp eyes caught on to her as she tried to sneak away. “Hey there, pretty lady.” A charming smile flashed across the face of senior student Mitsunari Baba as he placed himself between Aiko and the exit just as the loud rock song ended and a slow ballad began to play. “Aren’t you that bright little lady from my math class? Care to dance?”

"I am, but-"

Aiko didn’t even have time to finish her sentence before there was a hand on her shoulder, large and familiar. “She’s dancin’ with me,” Mamoru said firmly. “C’mon Aiko.”

Her heart was going wild in her chest as he lead her towards the edge of the crowd that was swaying to the music. She knew Mamoru’s friends by reputation, but he had never shown any interest in introducing her. A nagging thought in the back of her head had suggested that maybe he was just playing with her, or using her to bolster his grades, so he was hiding their association from his social circle. However, as he placed his hands on her waist with a hesitation that was not from the eyes now watching them, Aiko was sure that he wasn’t ashamed of her. She shyly wrapped her hands around his neck and let him lead her in time to the music, trying to convince herself that she was unlikely to trip over her feet at this pace.

Mamoru leaned in a bit to make himself heard, unconsciously drawing her a little closer as he did. “Sorry ‘bout them,” he apologized.

Aiko merely smiled back at him. “Don’t worry about it. Just dance with me.”

(Aaaaaand this got longer than I meant for it to. Whoops~)

Anonymous asked:

If the entire fandom is a family, where would you be?

Hmmmmm. Well I’m usually the mom/older sister archetype, but if we’re talking the WHOLE fandom, I doubt I hold that kind of position. ^_^ So I think perhaps I’m the odd little auntie who isn’t really good at mingling during family gatherings but likes to tell stories to people who’ll listen.


Nonsexual acts of Intimacy - Select from the following for my muse to respond to...

  • ♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes
  • ♕: Holding hands
  • ♖: Having their hair washed by your muse
  • ♗: Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse's lap.
  • ♘: Cuddling in a blanket fort
  • ♙: Sharing a bed
  • ♚: Head scratches
  • ♛: Sharing a dessert
  • ♜: Shoulder rubs
  • ♝: Reading a book together
  • ♞: Caring for each other while ill (specify which party is which)
  • ♟: Patching up a wound
  • ♤: Taking a bath together
  • ♧: Your muse playing with their hair
  • ♡: Accidentally falling asleep together
  • ♢: Forehead or cheek kisses
  • ♠: Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc.
  • ♣: Back scratches
  • ♥: Your muse crying about something
  • ♦: Slow dancing

labyrinthofleah asked:

❥ - Roberto (TT__TT)

letstalklikefangirls answered:

"How long do we have?!" My jaw dropped. Arranged marriages were perfectly normal among the nobility, but such things were usually done over months, or even years, if for no other reason than the weddings were huge public affairs that needed planning and coordination. Now I had just heard that the Altarian Prince was supposed to be married in only a matter of weeks- and if my father had his way, I would be the bride.

I turned my eyes back to the dance floor and the prince in question, who was dancing with the next young lady in line, smiling just as brightly as he was during our song. In fact, I had never seen Prince Roberto without a smile on his face. He wore it like he wore his royal uniform, just another accessory people expected to see when he attended a public function. Beyond these thoughts I could hear my father explaining that thanks to the deadline Altaria faced, they had most of the arrangements made ahead of time. We could have the final meeting tomorrow to make everything official, then we would only need to get me measured for a wedding gown fit for a princess.

Satisfied that Roberto’s smile was burned into my subconscious, I finally turned back to my father, a million thoughts racing in my head. He expected me to answer him immediately, as if it were so simple to decide whether or not I could marry a man I had done no more than share idle chatter with during a few dances. Then again, I should probably count myself lucky that we had that much, and I was not being farmed out to someone from a distant land that I had never met who would carry me far away from home to only see my family on the occasional diplomatic visit.

"Answer me," my father finally prodded, his eyebrows furrowing as he dropped the pretense of keeping his attitude light. Though it was my marriage we were discussing, it was his status that stood to benefit most. On the surface I was the only one who could decide, but the truth was that my father would not take no for an answer.

"I could think of worse people to marry than the Prince of Altaria," I responded diplomatically, putting on a smile that I hoped was just as convincing as my soon-to-be-fiance’s.


Leah froze as Aiko mentioned Roberto’s use of the term “friend” to describe her… and stayed that way as her friend continued on to urge her to make the first move.

For all her outgoing (sometimes a bit overly so), fun-loving nature, Leah was more of an old-fashioned romantic at heart. Even now that she was a woman, not a little girl anymore, she still daydreamed about a prince with a perfect smile riding into her life and sweeping her off her feet onto a gorgeous white horse. 

She just hadn’t ever expected that daydream-prince to gain the name and face of a prince she’d come to know in real life.

Or that she would apparently have to be the one sweeping him off HIS feet if she ever wanted to get a chance with him.

She groaned and buried her face in her hands. “Why is this all so complicated,” she mumbled miserably. Then quietly but with plenty of feeling: “Roberto, you dummy! Idiot! Mrrgh!” 

Finally she sighed, lowered her hands and reached out to grab some fries off the plate between her and Aiko. 

"Well, if he cares that much about me, that means I DO have at least a little chance, right? Even a tiny bit?" She looked up at her friend. 

"But… how am I supposed to make the first move? I mean, it can’t be a secret that he’s supposedly engaged for very long, right? And I bet it’d be bad if he was seen with another woman who wasn’t you."


Back at the penthouse, Mamoru tossed and turned on the bed he’d thrown himself onto without bothering to even take off his jacket.

Even behind his closed eyes, Aiko’s face was crystal clear in his mind.

Aiko smiling, Aiko frowning. Aiko talking back to him. 

Then, unbidden, came the image of Aiko with the prince, whom Mamoru had only seen in photos…

"Get it together, man," he muttered to himself. "You weren’t like that with her anyway, right?"

This time, it was the face of that short, angry friend of Aiko’s that came to mind.

"You could’ve been with her… Aiko wants to fight this because of you! If you aren’t going to be there for her…”

No good. He couldn’t catch a wink of sleep with these kinds of thoughts bombarding his mind.

Instead, he sat up and, after a moment, grabbed his phone to shoot Aiko a text.

Talked to the boss; you and me are still together on the case. Meet me at the usual place tomorrow.

She didn’t need to know that he hadn’t even been back to the station today, nor had he had any contact with his boss since earlier that week. 

"He’s definitely an idiot. I even told him so," Aiko said proudly, finally picking up her half of the sandwich again. "But, sadly, pointing out his idiocy helped very little. Kinda felt good, though." She munched on her sandwich while Leah grumbled a bit more, knowing that her friend needed to vent. She would have too in the same position.

Meanwhile, as Leah wondered aloud how to get some time with Roberto, a knowing smile crept over Aiko’s face. She sipped her drink before answering. “Getting you close to the prince is the easy part. Most of the courting customs among the nobility are still stuck in the dark ages, so taking along a friend when I meet with my ‘fiance’ is not just normal, it’s encouraged. You’ll be my escort. 

"No, it’s definitely the confession of your love that will be the hard part." The curator propped her chin on her hand as she thought. "Maybe if we go to the gardens and I knock a bunch of flower petals down on you, the stereotypical romantic atmosphere will rub off and you’ll be brave enough to speak your heart…"

A laugh crossed her lips as she envisioned her friend and Prince Roberto acting out a scene straight out of a manga. It sounded like fun, but she had to be serious now. “Honestly, though… I think the prince only needs a little push. If I’m right, you have way more than a ‘tiny’ chance.”


If he didn’t know any better, Roberto would swear that little numbers were still dancing in his brain after his meeting with the minister. That would explain why he had a headache at the sight of the documents piled on his desk. Some were so old that the pages were yellow, as if someone had soaked them in tea, but others looked crisp and new. “I assembled all of the references I could find pertaining to the marriages of Altarian royalty,” Alberto announced as he stood at attention beside the prince’s desk. “I prioritized a few articles I thought you would find most relevant.”

"Thank you, Al," Roberto replied, smiling despite his fatigue. The steward had done exactly what was asked of him and then some, as always. With a bow, Alberto excused himself to return to his usual duties, and the prince sank into his chair with a sigh.

Before he began, he took out his phone, opening his text messages again. Hearing back from Leah had eased his anxieties. Maybe she was the answer again. He snapped a picture of the mountain of papers on his desk, then sent it along with a caption to the lyricist. There are so many to read!  (°ℇ °) If I do a good job can we sneak out for coffee tomorrow?

Maybe it was childish, but even as he picked up the first page and started to read the complicated legalese, Roberto knew his work would be more pleasant if he had something to look forward to.


Aiko’s sandwich was long gone and she appeared to be making a very important decision about which french fry would be her next victim when her phone jingled from her purse. At nearly the same time, she heard Leah’s chiming too, so she didn’t feel guilty about taking a moment to check the message.

Her heart skipped a beat when she saw the text from Mamoru. She had shoved all her worry aside for the sake of the task at hand, but part of her had genuinely feared that watching the detective leave that restaurant would be the last time she ever saw him. She couldn’t type her reply fast enough. Well at least someone thinks I’m useful! Same time same place. See you then!

As she hit send, Aiko couldn’t help the smile that overtook her.


Alright but have you considered

  • Letter found in an old notebook AU
  • Road trip across the country and accidentally crossing paths AU
  • Work at the same shitty restaurant and have all the same shitty shift times AU
  • Record store AU
  • basically just like a coffee shop AU but with music
  • Always getting the same cashier when checking out at Target no matter what day it is AU
  • 1950’s diner AU
  • 'What the fuck are you doing it's midnight why are you playing 'My Heart Will Go On' on the piano' AU
  • Alternatively, ‘I’m going to lean out the window and sing along until you fucking stop and wonder who else is singing’ AU
  • Youtubers AU
  • Found the phone number of an old childhood friend in some box at the back of you closet and decided to call it to see if it still worked AU
  • 'I live in the apartment below yours and I keep getting your mail this needs to stop dammit' AU
  • Going up to the mountains for Christmas and getting stuck at the ski resort bc of bad weather AU
  • Going to the fair and rocking the Ferris wheel seat so the person sitting next to you clings to you like a lifeline AU
  • 'Maybe if we met before the apocalypse I could have loved you properly.' AU
  • Walked into the wrong classroom and didn’t realise until halfway through AU
  • Hugged to wrong person from behind AU
  • Waved back at someone who wasn’t waving to you in the first place AU
  • Model who looks and acts really professional at the photo shoot but is actually a huge nerd AU
  • 'Your cat keeps getting into my house and I don't even know how would you care to explain' AU
  • 'I forgot to do my homework so I'm just going to copy off of you and hope that you didn't get the answers wrong' AU
  • Stole a car with someone sleeping in the back seat [Turns out that the car had already been stolen so basically you just stole a stolen car] AU



[via weibo] @小野妹子学吐槽正在火热召开的东京GAME SHOW 2014上,尤为引人注目的一个展台是“壁咚体验区”:所谓“壁咚”,一般是指帅比突然将女孩子逼到角落,一手撑墙封住去路,深情凝视的羞耻心跳甜到爆场面。可不知为啥,疯狂排队踊跃参加的都是死宅男,脸上还都带着兴奋娇羞的表情……还都纷纷加钱选了推倒选项……

Omg I see a Soryuu! XD

I would probably burst into laughter if I was in put in that position XD!

No no no. This is when you feign shy. Lower the chin and look up through your lashes, lean against the wall but arch your back so your chest is accented. Knee-pop optional.

OTP, going by my gut reaction

  • which one hogs the blanket—Mamoru
  • which one cuts the other’s hair—Aiko
  • which one makes coffee for the other every morning—Aiko, before she goes to work
  • which one picks up the pizza—Mamoru, when he’s coming home from work
  • which one likes their music on full volume—neither
  • which one complains about the crumbs on the bed—Aiko
  • which one is ticklish—Both, but Mamoru’s funnier
  • which one sings and which one plays the music—“Sure you ain’t talkin’ ‘bout Shorty and His Highness?”
  • which one proposes—We’ll have to see now, won’t we? ;)