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whowantslovergirl · 1 year
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hey! can i req a spencer reid dating someone that’s like ,,, taylor swift level of famous? and like maybe the team teases him whenever a romantic song that’s clearly ab him plays?
An: YESYESYES ima use Taylor swift songs and I don’t really listen to her so bare with me guys 😍 all for you my lover 🤍 and please bare with me I’m going to write the teams dynamic as best as possible and I took notes on how to write Spencer the way matthew gray gubler is my husband he just doesn’t know it yet 💋
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Dr.Spencer Reid x famous af! reader ( reader is female with she/her pronouns)
warnings: some cursing, fluff af, and i think that’s it hope you enjoy my lovers 💖 criminal minds masterlist
Summary: The team finding out about Spencer’s kinda famous girlfriend
posted: April 6,2023
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When Spencer woke up this morning he knew that he was going to have a great day. The team had no cases. He talked to you last night to compliment your new song. And he found out that you’re coming over later tonight.
The day couldn’t be better.
Until he actually went to work.
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You got that James Dean daydream look in your eyes
And I got that red lip classic thing that you like
And when we go crashing down, we come back every time
‘Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style
He heard your song blasting through the BAU. He saw Penelope singing and dancing.
He never been more confused in his life.
“Hey pretty boy!” Derek yelled since he can’t hear himself think.
“Hey Morgan! What’s going on?!”
“Garcia and her fascination with Y/N L/N!” The music paused.
“I just want it to be known that Y/N L/N has blessed your ears with her angelic voice this morning.” She saw Spencer. “Hey Reid!”
“Hey Garcia.” She continued playing the song.
“What’s going on? It’s way to early for this.” Emily said walking in with her coffee.
“Babygirl’s favorite singer released her new single.”
Her eyes lit up.
“Oh! Replay it! I want to hear it!” And she did what she was told.
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Long story short everyone heard and loved his girlfriend’s new song.
“Hey guys, is it just me or the lyrics sound like Spencer?” JJ said out of nowhere.
Everyone looked at him and agreed.
“Yeah I can see that.”
“You make a good point JJ.”
“It does make sense.” Derek said while inspecting him.
“What! No it doesn’t!”
It does.
“Oh come on Spencer! You got that long hair slicked back white t shirt. That is so you!”
“Just because I have long hair does not mean she is talking about me Penelope.”
‘Besides half of the song isn’t even true.’ He mumbled hoping they didn’t hear them.
But they did.
“What did you just say pretty boy.”
“Shit. Did I say that out loud?”
Penelope gasped. “You never curse unless your hiding something or you’re frustrated! And I’m pretty sure you are not frustrated right now Spencer.”
He didn’t know what to say.
“How would you know half the song isn’t true? You don’t even listen to modern music.” Emily said with a questioning tone.
“Unless you know the song is about you!” Penelope exclaimed.
“Come on! I would not be able to get with Y/N L/N! We are in different calibers. I am a profiler and she is a pop-star with a huge- no, massive fan base. It just would never work.” Everyone looked at him surprised.
“Are you dating Y/N L/N?” Hotch walked in.
“No!”
“You ramble when you’re nervous a lot.” Emily said.
“And he’s getting sweaty.” Derek said with a questioning tone as well.
“Guys I am not dating N/N!”
Shit.
Penelope gasped once again. “You said her nickname!”
He once again was speechless.
He opened his mouth to speak but no words came out.
You were going to be so mad at him.
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“That’s hilarious!” You said laughing over the phone.
“What! No it’s not N/N.” You rolled your eyes. “So how did your team of profilers find out?”
He told her everything. And she laughed even more.
“Y/N stop laughing!” He said while his face was heating up.
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It was the next day and Spencer found out that you can’t come until next week. So of course his mood is a little down.
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“Why the long face pretty boy.” Derek continues. “Your N/N isn’t coming?” Spencer rolled his eyes. “I wouldn’t know because I’m not dating her.”
“Keep telling yourself that Spence.” JJ said and Emily laughed.
“Eek! Y/N is coming out with a new album!” Penelope exclaimed while walking in. “My whole life is complete. I have no more reason of living after such extraordinary news.” Everyone just laughed at her.
“ We should go out together. I need to express my gratitude for this album.”
Everyone just agreed, even Spencer.
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He really missed you but at least he has his friends.
He wasn’t ready for tomorrow.
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Everyone came in work at the same time and saw someone at Spencer’s desk.
“Who is that?” Penelope asked.
The person in the chair turned around and Spencer’s face lit up.
“Hey guys.” You say waving not noticing Spencer yet.
“Oh my god! Oh my god! That’s Y/N L/N! She’s here!” Penelope said hitting Morgan excitedly.
“Oh my god it is.” He said surprised.
“Have you guys seen Spencer?”
“Y/N” Spencer said surprised as well.
“Spencer!” You said running up to him and jumping into his arms.
The whole team just looked at you guys with shock in their faces.
You guys are totally oblivious at the looks that are being given.
“I thought you weren’t coming until next week.”
“It was obviously a surprise Spence now shut up and kiss me baby!” You say smiling.
You press his lips onto his and he melts in the kiss. Your hands went up to his hair and his hands rest on your hips. Hotch cleared his throat. You two broke apart.
You turn around and apologized and you saw Penelope shaking with excitement.
“You must be Penelope. I have some gifts for you.” You walked over to Spencer’s desk. “This is my new album on a disk and it even has some songs that didn’t make the cut.” You say winking. She was just staring in awe.
“And it’s also signed. I also have backstage passes to a tour that hasn’t been announced yet.” She squealed and you just laughed.
She looked at your boyfriend. “I’m never letting her go.”
Everyone laughed.
Spencer is not living this one down.
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An: AHHHHH I just want to apologize for not giving exactly want the request said this just took a mind of its own fr but I hoped you enjoyed until I post again my lovers 🤍
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v3nusxsky · 1 year
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You're accepting request?
Could I request for a platonic Lady Lesso x Never!reader where the reader has a nightmare and Lady Lesso finds out the reader has an abusive family, please? 🥺❤️
I love that you write about sensitive topics and it brings me so much comfort and it just warms my heart.
xoxo,
🫐💋
Hello my darling, Yes I am accepting requests I love hearing from you all so much. And I absolutely adore this idea so I ran straight to writing it for you. I’m glad you enjoy my work I tend to write from experience and if that sheds light on some rough subjects then that’s a bonus. I hope this fic finds you well Anon🫐💋
They still haunt me
*Authors note~ my requests are open guys :) Having a horrid day today so writing this is really soothing my soul to write. I hope that these fics are helping you all as much as me doves*
Trigger warning~ abusive family? Nightmares
Prompt~ see the ask :)
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Most people would be distraught at being taken from their own bed and taken to an unknown destination. But you couldn't be happier to leave. Admittedly you didn't know where you were going or why. But did that really matter? You wouldn't be with them and that's all you could focus on. An escape. Your wish finally being heard by the gods above. You should be terrified. But you're not.
When you were finally dropped by the creature you couldn't help but be amazed. This was something from that of the books that you read. Apart from the books didn't give it the justice it truly deserves. One building stood in all its beauty. Light colours with flowers that had bloomed adding intricate patterns on the bricks. To its side stood an onyx replica of the first building. Instead of flowers, vines sprouted there. The two buildings joined by a beautiful bridge. This was most definitely a place of beauty but not one without shades of grey. You were dropped into freezing water outside the onyx building. You began to tread water watching as others were dropped in alongside you. They all seemed ecstatic to be here and that sort of eased your mind a little. It can't be bad if they want to be here right?
Dragging yourself from the water you made your way inside, instantly a tall red head with a stunning cane caught your eye. She seems to alluded a certain confidence which indicated she was the person in change of wherever you were. Timidly you approached her and realised you were right. She was most definitely in charge here. A simple bang of her can and everyone scrambled to find a place in front of her. You being the only one who froze in your spot. You listened as she explained the rules of her school. The dean of evil, lady lesso and also the teacher of curses and death traps. This women was clearly very powerful and well respected here. You made sure to make a note of that, don't piss her off. You quickly found your schedule and dorm room before she pulled you aside.
"Reader" her tone demanded your attention. Reader? "Y-yes?" You stuttered trying to keep eye contact so she wouldn't perceive you as rude. "How are you finding this? I do hope you were paying attention to the rules I will not be explaining them again. Comply or don't, that's up to you. But the doom room will always be there" she stated with a mischievous glint in her eyes. The Doom room? That sounded like the exact place you wanted to avoid. You quickly found a way to scuttle off and avoid any more conversations with anyone else.
You were then all shoved in a hall, you noticed the other side was girls in puffy dresses and boys with swords. Immediately you were glad you didn't have to be subjected to that. The dresses were far to revealing for you personally to wear. The gathering was short but direct. And you were starting to learn that the two sides wouldn't get along. One of good and the other evil. But why wasn't there a middle ground? What if you didn't fit into either of those sides? What would happen to you then? It wasn't worth thinking about. You decided then and there you'd keep your head down and make the most of this opportunity you'd been so graciously gifted.
So much change really was taking it's toll on your body. The stress of a arriving at the school, reliving some of the harsher punishments you received when hearing talks of the Doom room and even dealing with the purple and blue bruises that littered your skin. Adjusting was something you were finding rather difficult if your honest. You were doing extremely well with classes, spending hours sat at your desk, eyes scanning every page of every book you could possibly find. After all you knew you were at a disadvantage not being from this world. A reader as they call you. So you made sure to always put your best foot forward. Always fearing the day where you mess up and receive the correction at the hand of the dean.
The only thing you noticed you lacked here was friendship. It dose sadden you to know that but at the same time it's a relief to not have to come up with lies to cover the truth. You didn't have to spend extra energy covering the internal scarring your family left. This was the safer option despite how lonely it was. This is how you found yourself once again in the small library at the top of the Never building. It was late in the evening and you were attempting to get ahead in your curses and death trap course work when exhaustion took over and you drifted into an uneasy slumber.
That was how you were found two hours lady by the dean herself. She had the torture of patrolling tonight. It was a a tedious task but absolutely necessary, after all the last thing Lesso needs is Dovey reprimanding her on the unruly behaviour of her school. So far tonight's patrol had been dull, the Never's all seemingly behaving, until she heard muttering coming from the top library. As far as she knew none of the students were aware of this library, as it wasn't the main more central one, so it was a complete shock to hear any form of noise from here. It was only natural that she would investigate and when she did the sight that greeted her broke her cold darkened heart.
You had hunched over the desk, head resting on the desk and hands gripping at your sides. You were almost clawing at the skin that was now exposed due to your restless slumber. You had tears flowing down your cheeks, dripping onto the pages of the book below your head, soaking the pages ad you cried out. "Please! No! Stop! Ow! What did I do! I wasn't even that bad!" You seemed to be screaming at someone. In your sleep your body seemingly reacting to a threat that was no longer there. Whatever you were seeing had occurred before that much was clear. Only then did Lesso spot the bruising that was on show.
Putting two and two together wasn't hard, your shyness on day one, the self imposed isolation, trying to follow every rule impeccably and even the way you flinched when other Never's described the Doom room events. It all made too much sense now and Lesso was silently kicking herself for not noticing this sooner. She prides herself on her observation skills so this was an unusual. As Lesso planned her approach you cried out once more, a heart shattering whimper of clear pain. It seemed to echo around the library walls bouncing off them and crashing into Lesso. Whoever had hurt you had hurt you impeccably well.
You shot up, chest heaving and choking on your own sobs as you gasped for breath. You attempted to blink away the remainder of the dream that was playing behind your fuzzy eyes. Due to the state of you, you haven't even noticed the extra presence in the room, even if her eyes were observing every little detail. "Little one?" She almost cooed out, the tone being one you'd expect from the dean of good not Lesso. The words seemingly wrapping around you like a blanket, pulling you back to the present. Only then did you catch a glimpse of the older women and your brain threw you into a panic attack. You were so going to be punished for the display of weakness.
Immediately you made your way to the darkest corner of the room and curled into yourself. Lesso watched in shock not understanding the reaction but not wishing to make it any worse for you. Carefully she stalked forwards hands up in a mock surrender before she knelt in front of you. Your eyes were unfocused and your breathing dangerously out of rhythm. You looked like a terrified child. It was truly a heartbreaking sight. "Little one? It's Lesso, you need to breathe. Can you breathe for me?" She hummed were a comforting tone you didn't know she was capable of mustering. You attempted to breathe as she had asked but every gasp of air was burning your lungs. Sobs now wrecking through you at the pain and knowing you were failing a simple task. "Can I touch you y/n?" She whispered not wishing to spook you in which you nodded and allowed her to gather you in her embrace. Immediately she slowed her breathing to a relaxing rhythm impressed with how quickly you tried to copy it. Praise was flowing from the elder women and effectively aiding in calming you down. You weren't registering the pain of the elder women holding you due to the bruising. Only when you were calm enough did you shrink away from her, the pain now radiating through your body.
"Y/n? What is happening little one?" She murmured not really expecting a reply from you but seeming the fear in your eyes she could come to a good conclusion. "What's the bruising from little one?" Her words causing you to visibly stiffen. "My family" you mumbled through your sobs. It hurt to admit this, despite the truth behind the words. These people were blood, all you had ever known, how could they be the issue when they all shared one common theme. Hating you.  Nodding in an understanding Lesso opened her arms in a silent offer for a hug, you took it instantly overwhelmed and exhausted. Lesso held you tightly but being mindful of the bruising "you're safe my darling, they won't hurt you again I'll make sure of it little one." She reassured rocking you ever so slightly watching as you seemed to snuggle more securely into her warmth. Here in the moment you truly resembled that of a small scared child. It was here that you finally drifted off into a restful slumber, lesso allowed you to stay in her embrace until she was sure you were completely out of this world. Then she simply carried you to your dorm and tucked you in. Before leaving she turned your lamp on and left a simple note on your desk. The note read "dearest y/n come and find me in the morning I wish to speak with you about what you've been going through and find a way to support you, just know you're not alone and won't ever be alone again. You are safe here little one. You're safe with me. Lady lesso"
Word count 1899
*Authors note~ This one was a tough one to write I hope I did it some justice I love hearing from you all feel free to request anything:)*
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zepskies · 1 month
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Story Playlists 🎵
Thanks to @luci-in-trenchcoats, I got the idea to create music playlists for two of my series. I figured most people have access to YouTube, so I created them there instead of Spotify:
Break Me Down - (Soldier Boy x F. Reader)
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Smoke Eater - (Firefighter!Dean Winchester x F. Reader)
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Hope you enjoy! 💋
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So…I’m currently working on a little special project for my song association game based on old school Hollywood and I’m also working on the first chapter of my James Dean story.
So…I wanted to ask if you could please include our boy Jimmy in your song association game?
Blue Jeans by Lana Del Rey doesn’t count, eh! Or well…maybe…🤭
—with love, Mey ❪ @the-ugly-swan ❫
Why of course my darling! Oh how tempted I was to go ahead and use Blue Jeans -you little devil, you! But still, I’m rather chuffed with this one. It reminds me of him. Looking forward to seeing what you create. 💋
A gift of James Dean in association with lyrics from the Smith’s: The Boy With the Thorne in his Side
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coffeeadict61 · 4 months
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🔥hot takes🔥
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sabraeal · 10 months
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If the Mind Is Willing, Chapter 3
[Read on AO3]
Part three of 500 Follower prizes @bubblesthemonsterartist​ earned herself years ago! Only two more and I will have fulfilled all those fics...probably just in time to have a 1K follower raffle
Blue light washes her pink sheets pale, until it’s impossible to tell when cotton ends and her skin begins. The shadows pull longer in its glow, turning her own nearly skeletal as she reaches out a finger, hovering over the link.
“U-J-Kyo?” Chizuru’s mouth wraps around each letter, the sound of them tumbling softly into the muted glow. “But that’s just...?”
The university’s homepage. And her laptop’s, technically, now that Yamazaki helped her set it. Not something she’d normally associate with Souji’s interests, not unless he’s started some new hostilities with the provost’s office again. Their last open letter hung on the fridge until just before Thanksgiving, the second paragraph asking for “certain individuals in the student body“ to “show more conduct becoming of an undergraduate of a prestigious institution” highlighted proudly in lime green.
Dean Kondo dropped by the house only a few days later-- for a friendly visit, he’d said, smile as warm as she remembered. He’d stayed for dinner, complimenting the soup she’d made from their leftovers, and then talked with Souji out on the porch until the swing’s chains started to creak. The letter disappeared the next morning, unremarked, though Souji kept glowering at the bare metal every time he passed through the kitchen.
Chizuru swipes tentatively at the screen, messaging app blooming beneath her finger. The link’s innocuous, known, but Souji has a gift for slipping a sting into any handshake. And if he’s calling it a gift, well--
[ToudouDomination] omg holy shit dude nice knowing u hijikatas gonna kill u 4 sure 💀💀
Professor Hijikata’s taught her enough about Trojans to take that kind of present at face value.
[✨💯GAINS💪💪✨] *skullfuck u mean skullfuck ull b the most beautiful corpse at ur funeral bro
Her lips press tight, clinging to each other as close as the rubber case to her phone. If everyone’s acting like this about it, it’s better that she doesn’t look.
[ToudouDomination] MY funeral???!! what’s this got to do with me??!!
[✨💯GAINS💪💪✨] nah man im not talking ab YOU im talking ab dead man walking over here
She’d regret it if she did, probably.
[Dr 💖💋🤭] jfc I’ll say somethign nice at you’re disciplinery hearing
[ToudouDomination] Me??
[Dr 💖💋🤭] No one’s talking about you Heisuke
It’s an accident, really. Her thumb skims up the side of the screen-- scrolling past the sudden influx of skull and fire emojis the boys heave into the chat-- and the pad of it just barely brushes the link. It flashes under the pressure, blue then purple, selected, and well...
There’s no harm in just letting it happen, is there? It’s only the university homepage, nothing--
Ah. That’s what it should be at least. But instead of the azure and white, there’s text curling across the screen, a half dozen different hand-written poems in blue bic and college rule, tiled across every inch of the background. There’s coffee stains on them too, some in the corner, and some in rings, like they were more used to being coasters than literature. And in the center of it all--
“Oh.” She blinks, tilting her screen to get a better view. “A video?”
Hogyoku Open Mic, it reads at one corner, reflection on water. A strange choice for Souji; he’s never mentioned an interest in poetry, let alone live readings. Frowning, Chizuru tilts her phone, letting the video fill the screen.
It plays, and oh, several things become clear, all at once.
“My heart is pure,” the man on screen promises, words raking over the gravel of his voice-- how little of it there is marks his age more than the lack of lines on his face-- but Chizuru’s isn’t, not when she can’t do much more than stare, fingers numb around the rubber case. “I use my palm as an inkstone.”
The camera pans closer, and yes, above that black dress shirt-- open to its third button, oh goodness gracious-- is Hijikata. Not the one she knows now, the grizzled professor who kicks his feet up on the desk and uses profanity as punctuation, but--
But a much younger man, not much older than her, considering the last little bastions of baby fat clinging to his cheekbones.
[Dr 💖💋🤭] This muts be a hundred pakcs of cigs ago
[✨💯GAINS💪💪✨] 💯
[ToudouDomination] do moths feel desire or is that like a poetic thing he talks about rain a lot too whats that all ab
[✨💯GAINS💪💪✨] its a sex thing
[Dr 💖💋🤭] Shin don’t tell the baby taht
[✨💯GAINS💪💪✨] hes a growing boy he has to learn sometime better he hears it from us hijikata fucks 🍑🍆🍑
[Saito.Hajime] Can I please be removed from this group? Also, congratulations, Souji, on finding a new, creative way to die
[✨💯GAINS💪💪✨] no way if we all have to think think about hijikata fucking u have to suffer too
[Saito.Hajime] I am not certain I care for that logic
[Dr 💖💋🤭] Too bad, bud. Your stukc with us
[✨💯GAINS💪💪✨] yeah bro u signed the housing contract ur here til death comes for u or like u move out or smthn
Chizuru means to stop the video, really she does. It’s not something Hijikata would want them to see-- at least, she assumes so, considering the way he flushes every time Souji brings up his graduate school slam jams, threatening to expel him if he doesn’t ‘shut his damn mouth.’
But the one on the screen smiles as he finishes his set, smouldering out past the stage lights, and she-- she expects snapping, some cool cats with shades and berets nodding their heads to his truth or whatever mood this is supposed to give. A respectful silence, one that gives space to the idea he’s introduced to the space, but instead--
Instead there’s screams. A full audience of women-- and a few particularly enthusiastic men-- loudly voicing their appreciation for what she’s hoping is the poetry.
Ah, maybe Shinpachi is right. It is a sex thing. And she’s watched a full ten minutes of it.
Hijikata can never know. Or worse--
[Susumu Yamazaki] Take this down. Now.
[( ⓛ ω ⓛ *)] eat my ass
Her heart ricochets around her rib cage, panicked, before it lodges itself in her throat. It flutters there, queasily, and-- and there’s no way he could possibly know, but still, guilt seizes her. She shouldn’t have looked, not once she knew. She should have been the first to say it was wrong. Helpers can only help when they know there is a problem, that’s what Father would have said. If you cannot perceive it then you are part of it.
She could say something now. Her hand squeezes tight around the case. No, she should say something now. She has to, because father will ask. She’ll tell him about this frantic midnight showdown, and he’ll say, and what did you say?
And if it is nothing...
[Susumu Yamazaki] Take it down now. Or I will get university IT involved.
[( ⓛ ω ⓛ *)] you don’t have the fucking balls
[Susumu Yamazaki] Try me.
Even with her eyes closed, her failure is inescapable. The words flash behind her eyelids, no longer composed of ones and zeros but scrawled in neon lights instead, reminding her that if she were better she could have fixed this. That if she were good enough, she could have found the magic phrase to get them all to get along. But instead...
Silence, that’s what he’ll give her. A long pause where all his expectations weigh on her, piling on her chest like boulders on a criminal. A cluck of his tongue, and a soft, I thought I raised you better. Any moment now, her phone will ring, and Father will know what a disappointment she is because--
It’s Christmas. Just about everywhere but Hawaii. A couple other islands in the Pacific too, if she’s being fair. It’s Christmas, and he’s supposed to call because that’s the way it’s always been: her staying up late not to catch Santa and his Reindeer but Father emerging from his office. It’s her that would tromp down the hall with all the grace of an elephant, to fling her arms around him and yelp, Merry Christmas!
And it was him who had to be stern, who must put her back down on the carpet and scold her for being out of bed. Who has to wait until she’s nearly shut her door to stop her, to call out, Merry Christmas, Chizuru.
It’s supposed to be her first. The one given moments after midnight, the most real, and-- and--
And she’s spent the whole day waiting for an empty office.
There’s a part of her, one that’s still too short to reach the microwave and can’t bear the kindness next door, that thinks she missed it. That there’s some dead zone in the house that she unwittingly lingered in, or a notification that her phone somehow swallowed whole. That it’s her fault she never presented herself to be loved.
But there’s another part, one that’s growing every day, and that one--
That one’s just tired. 
It’s tired that wins out, in the end.
There’s a weight that drags at her, urging her to stay within the cocoon of her covers, to let the night unfurl across her screen, each blow reported in black and white right before her eyes. A passive observer, an active disappointment, but most importantly: unmoving.
Even still, she gets up, throwing the cloud of her comforter back so that she can slide out from underneath it. Her heels hit the floor with a force that chatters her teeth; or maybe that’s just the chill of the air now that her body heat is no longer trapped up against her skin.
Her phone settles on the nightstand, cozening up to the lamp, and for a long moment, she thinks about turning it on. Every muscle complains as she peels her day clothes off and exchanges them for pajamas, her eyes straining to make out what’s a hole and what’s just dead air, and yet--
Yet it’s easier than facing herself.
The same weight drops her back onto the mattress, an anchor sinking into the endless depths of open water. She isn’t sure when she’ll hit bottom, but staring at the blank screen beside her feels entirely too close to it.
It’s with a trembling finger that she guides the volume from full to vibrate. Even that makes her heart race, makes her wonder if she’s just punishing Father for having priorities besides a fully adult daughter, the same one who had so happily told him she would support his sabbatical wherever it took him. What if he needs to get a hold of her? If there’s an emergency on Borneo or San Cistobal or whatever island his research took him? Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to just keep it on a little, just in case--
Her fingers flex. She deserves to sleep tonight, what little of it there is left. And if this is on...
Vibrate changes to mute. The phone flips over, screen pressed against the wood.
“Good night, Daddy.” She gives the case one last, small tap. “Merry Christmas.”
“Hey, jailbait.” Something warm nudges her shoulder, not gently. Chizuru has the space of exactly one breath to wonder what, before the same something grips both and shakes. “Get up!”
“Haah?” Her hands flail out, but whatever’s gotten hold of her slithers out of her grip, retreating past her arm’s reach. “What...?”
It’s bright when her eyes peel open, the sun already seeping through the curtain even though it can’t be more than--
“Class!” Her limbs fly out, wild as she tries to turn over, tangled up in the tight embrace of her covers. “I’m late for--”
“Hold up a slice, shortcake.” Souji looms over her, tall enough that his knees barely brush the bed to do it. “No classes today.”
“No...?” It’s not as if she has anything to say, brain moving at a snail’s pace that it is, but her mouth keeps moving anyway, as if just working her jaw might help get the gears moving. Which it does, oddly enough, reminding her it’s not a weekend but a holiday, and not just any holiday but Christmas, and--
And Father never called. Unless it came in the night, after she’d put herself to bed. After she’d not only turned off the ringtone but vibrate too, leaving him no chance to hear her voice, forcing any attempts for him to contact her straight to voicemail, like she didn’t even care--
“Hey.” Souji knees the mattress, jolting her outstretched elbow right into the corner of the nightstand. “Get up already.”
Painful tingles race up her arm, bouncing from elbow to shoulder and back and, oh, why is it called the funny bone when it’s not funny at all? “Souji, why are you--?”
A bleary blink turns the blurred numbers on her clock to something like sense.
“Oh!” She bolts upright on the mattress, sending Souji skittering back a step. No wonder he’s deigned to scratch at her door; Harada might be the oldest, but of the three of them, Chizuru’s the only one that can be trusted with the stove. “It’s late! Are you hungry?”
“No.” This close, it’s easy to see that furrow flash between his brows, the quick reassessment of his opinion. “Well, yeah. But that’s not what I want right now.”
This early, her brain’s as bleary as her vision, but it won’t clear no matter how much she blinks. “Then what...?”
He heaves a sigh; her only warning before long fingers clamp around her wrist, cold as iron. “Just come with me already.”
It’s a feat to get untangled from her blankets; there’s a knit one sandwiched between the top sheet and the comforter, plus another for more weight-- and heat, since she shares her thermostat with Shinpachi and Harada, whose bodies both run at a temperature verging on medically alarming if they think sixty-five degrees is comfortable. It’s harder still with Souji yanking at her the whole time; she’s not certain whether he does it because he’s impatient or because her struggling amuses him. Possibly both, knowing Souji.
Impatience, however, wins out. One foot wins free, planting itself on the bedside braided rug, and he snaps, “Hurry up. We don’t have all day.”
She’d love to, if only the comforter hadn’t swallowed her up to the ankle, cinching tight when she tries to pry it apart. “Ah, I know! Just give me one--”
Unless she’d meant to say second-- which she hadn’t, not at all-- Souji doesn’t give it to her. Instead he tugs, and she stumbles off the mattress, dragging half the blankets with her. “Good,” he huffs, barely glancing back. “Let’s go.”
“Wait!” Souji has a terrible habit of making things worse the longer he’s made to wait, but she digs in her heels anyway. Or, well, the one that isn’t still trapped in Poly-Fil. “Can I at least put on my robe?”
“Why? It’s not like there’s anyone to see your cute little Christmas--” he squints “--raccoons?”
“Tanuki.” She smooths her hand over the fabric, one of their round faces peeking playfully out from between her fingers. “They’re just so fluffy.”
Souji stares at her, stone-faced and silent, and-- and it’s longer than that his teasing typically takes. “Right,” he says, stilted. “Whatever. Just hurry it up, Sleeping Beauty.”
Chizuru is keenly conscious of every second Souji suffers her, all-too aware of how impossible it is to win a race against the limits of his patience, but she’s determined to make the most of what she’s given. It’s hopeless to aspire to Hajime’s cool efficiency, but she tries, keeping her movements sharp and purposeful, as if putting on her robe required the same sweeping grace as his kata, and yet--
Yet she barely cinches the knot tight before he’s grabbed her again. “C’mon, princess. We’ve got things to do.”
It’s a struggle just to keep her feet beneath her, but she manages a very eloquent. “Huh?”
His mouth quirks, too pleased, as he tugs and she stumbles, bare feet barely braced against the jamb. “People to piss off.”
Ah, well that’s hardly promising.
When all is said and done, he doesn’t drag her far. A cold comfort, considering.
“This is Hajime’s room,” she informs him. His grin assures her he already knows. “And, Ya-- ah, I mean, Su-- uh, um. S-susu...?”
The name’s foreign in her mouth, tongue stumbling and stuttering around it, and it’s-- it’s just odd not to use it, when she’s so used to Souji and Hajime and Heisuke and Shinpachi and even Sano, if it feels safe to say, instead of intimate. As if she’s letting all the rest of them close while keeping him at arm’s length.
Which isn’t true. But still, she can’t bring herself to say Yamazaki’s first name so casually, not when even Heisuke, who barely lasted three hours before asking if she was cool with nicknames, hasn’t managed it. With the syllables rolling around in her mouth, it’s almost...
Illicit. That’s it. “Is there a reason you need me here?”
Souji’s mouth curls, so satisfied she’s surprised she can’t see feathers between his teeth. “Yes, definitely.”
“But they went home for the holidays.” She frowns. “Did you need something in there? I’m pretty sure it’s--”
His leg kicks back, and with one smooth swing, he completely bypasses the need for a doorknob, the open door shivering from the force.
“-- locked,” she finishes faintly. “Oh my.”
One hand catches the door, long fingers splayed across the grain. “After you, jailbait.”
She nearly balks-- it’s not as if it’s his room; he hardly has the right to invite her-- but the door swings open, and she--
She’s never seen this before. Yamazaki’s room. Or Hajime’s, of course. A tour down the hallway would be enough to get a glimpse into any of the other rooms; Heisuke hadn’t even waited a day to drag her into his, pointing out all his favorite posters. Harada and Shinpachi took a few weeks longer, though she’d spent most of that visit with her hands clapped over her eyes. Even Souji tolerated her shuffling a step over the threshold, even if it was only to ask for him to help her reach one of the taller cabinets. But Yamazaki and Hajime...
Their door has always been carefully shut, not even the slightest gap for a peek. An easy habit to explain away; the both of them value privacy over accessibility, choosing to socialize in the common areas of the house rather than in their room, but still--
It’s almost surprising how normal it is. Not that Chizuru expected it to be wallpapered floor to ceiling with centerfolds, like Harada and Shinpachi’s room, or crowded with collectibles like Heisuke’s, but maybe white walls and stark sheets, monochrome and neat as a pin. The sort of room that would seem unoccupied, if it wasn’t for the monitors on the desks. Sterile.
Instead there’s posters. Not crowding the walls, so close that the corners overlap, but there’s personality, if not chaos. Enough to know that the boy who sleeps under the navy comforter likes movies with kimonos and swords or computers from the 80s, and that charcoal comforter likes wuxia and vintage medical diagrams. And books too, if the stack teetering on his bedside table is any indication.
Chizuru shuffles a step further into the room. It would be rude to rummage, but surely-- surely it wouldn’t hurt if she just read the titles. If she just stooped down the tiniest bit and--
And tripped over Souji, shoulder-deep beneath Yamazaki’s mattress. “W-what are you doing?”
“What does it look like I’m doing?” he grunts, annoyed. “A guy that uptight’s got to be hiding something. And not just the normal stuff. The kind of something that’s gotta be top shelf fucked up.”
She blinks. “Huh?”
“Oh come on, you know what I mean. Whips and chains.” He drags his arm out with a huff. “Autoerotic asphyxiation. Snuff tapes.” Souji reaches up, flipping over his pillows. “Yiffing. Who could say what a small-dicked little turd like him is into?”
Half those words are unrecognizable, and so it’s not until he’s on his feet, poking through desk drawers that Chizuru realizes, “You mean you’re looking for...for...” Her mouth works, cheeks painfully hot as she manages, “Girlie magazines?”
His fingers still, pressed into a sheaf of glossy page edges. “I’m trying to find porn, Chizuru. That’s what we call it this century.”
The book shuts with a snap, joining its friends on the shelf, and when he reaches for another, she blurts out, “Don’t people just watch that online now?”
Souji laughs, not kind, but abandons the bookshelf. “And everyone thinks you’re so innocent, huh, princess?”
Her hands clap to her cheeks. Ah, she hadn’t realized it could be painful to blush. “I, um...only, ah--” Souji flings open the closet “--I don’t think you should really be--!”
“Jackpot.” The hangers rattle as he slips something off the rack; with only the sunlight eking in around the blinds to light the room, it’s hard to see just what. “What do you think? Would it look good on me?”
The fabric’s black, limp and shapeless on its hanger, utterly unrecognizable. “I don’t...?”
“Nah, no way I could fit into that shrimp’s costumes.” The light might be dim, but Souji’s teeth practically glow when he says, “But you could, half pint. C’mon, get over here.”
She doesn’t have much of a choice, not when he grabs her wrist and yanks. “I don’t understand,” she murmurs, watching him separate a smaller piece from the whole, more uncomfortable by the second. “Why did you need me when you were only going to..um...?”
Steal seems a little strong for the moment. Scrounge falls a little short.
“Ahhh, see, kid, last night I left a little gift for the whole student body. Right on the main page, where everyone could appreciate it.” He steps entirely too close, the warmth of his body filling the space between them. “And our favorite little ass-kisser didn’t appreciate it.”
The scrap slips over her head, cool and smooth where it settles around her neck. “So he took it down. Or got some of his nerd friends to do it. Either way...” Souji shrugs. “It’s rude to give back a gift, isn’t it?”
His wrist twists, the cloth pulling tight against her skin. Tight enough that only a twitch guides her into a nod. “See? That’s what I thought too. Kid needs to learn a thing or two about manners. So that’s what I’m doing.” Souji grins, the fabric loosening as he lets it slip from his fingers. “Teaching him a lesson.”
“B-but...” Her focus stumbles as he steps closer, threading his hand beneath the few inches of her hair that don’t clear the fabric and pulling them free. “I don’t see what that has to do with me.”
“It’s cute that you don’t know.” His smile could cut when he slips the cloth right up over her nose. “This is a hostage situation, jailbait, and you’re going to read from the script. Now look over here.”
She does, blinking right up into the blinding light of flash photography as his arm squeezes her close. “What...?”
“Perfect.” Souji’s lips slant to a smirk, phone pinched delicately between his fingers. “Now I just need to post this in--”
The lights flick on. Neither of them are near the switch.
But Hajime is.
“Just what,” he says, brows drawn down like a storm, “do you think you’re doing in here?”
There have only been three house meetings since Chizuru showed up on their doorstep, hair shorn and all her earthly possessions split between a backpack and a trash bag: the first, called by the professor, to announce that that there would be a new roommate; the second, to decide how exactly to handle the fact that Chizuru wasn’t a boy’s name, nor was she; and the third, well...
I’m not complaining that you invite girls back, Sano, Shinpachi had said, with all the gravitas of a judge, but you can’t let them wander around. She went through our trash, dude!
But this-- it’s different. Not just because of the Christmas lights, festively twinkling through their cycle, or Shinpachi’s sweater blinking through its own.
It’s that they’re all here, Christmas afternoon-- evening really, with how early the sun sets these days-- holidays cut short. Chizuru might not have anyone to spent Christmas with, but Shinpachi did, and Heisuke, and Yamazaki--
And instead they’re all here. Because of her. Not a single one of them is smiling.
It’s too much.
“I’m so sorry!” The words burst out of her, rushed, but it’s important to get them out before anyone else can speak, before they think she’s only sorry because she got caught. “I really didn’t mean to go in! I just...Souji said...”
“Narc.” It’s muffled in his shoulder, just loud enough for her to hear. And maybe others, the way Yamazaki’s brow twitches across the table.
“Chizu, Chizu. Come on.” Shinpachi holds up his hands, as if a half-hearted sweep like that could clear the slate of her worries.. “No one here thinks this is your fault.”
It’s kind of him to say, but that’s...impossible. Not when she’s so clearly transgressed. “I went into Y-Yamazaki and Hajime’s room without permission. That’s against the--”
“No, Yukimura, that’s not--” Yamazaki’s teeth clack down, hard.  “I don’t mind if it’s you. Ah, I mean--” his ears flush the same angry pink that licks up the column of his neck “--it’s, er, different.”
“You are respectful of other people’s personal belongings,” Hajime clarifies. “There is no issue with you in our private space. Souji, however...”
“Oh, come on.” Souji kicks his feet up on the coffee table, baring every hole in the bottom of them. “It’s not like I broke anything.”
Yamazaki’s eyes hone onto him-- or rather, the parts of him only inches from Harada’s iced mocha, so close a flex of a toe could touch the coaster. “Right, you only stole something. Not like that’s a big deal.”
“Stole? Like I want--” with a sweep of his palm, Yamazaki clears the surface of appendages, so precise it doesn’t even disrupt the condensation on the cup “--hey!”
He doesn’t smile, but when Yamazaki glances up at the couch, his satisfaction shines just as bright as one.
“Souji.”
Hajime is not like Shinpachi, using his outdoor voice in every room no matter how small, or Heisuke, unable to control his volume once a conversation gets interesting. He’s soft spoken, serious; the sort of person other people lean in to hear, rather than ask him to speak up.
But today, he pitches his voice to be heard. “You cannot enter someone’s assigned private room without express permission.” With even graver inflection, he adds “It is against the rules put forth in the Signed Housing Agreement.”
Souji snorts, sinking further into the couch cushions. “No one pays attention to that crap.”
Air hisses between Yamazaki’s teeth. “That’s--”
“If I am not allowed to leave the group chat unless a member of the house boots me for a pre-agreed upon duration,” Hajime says, mouth pulling thin, “then you are also not allowed in my room.”
His glare is hardly aimed at her, but it comes close enough that she flinches. Souji doesn’t, refusing to acknowledge it that same way a cat declined to be caught on a curtain, as if reality was simply an opinion he did or did not hold. “I didn’t even touch your stuff. I don’t know why you’re trying to--”
“You did touch Yamazaki’s stuff, though.” Harada shifts in his chair, the vee of his sweater dipping deep enough to bare cleavage. It might be distracting, if it wasn’t already a relief that he was wearing all his clothes. “Which is against the rules.”
“Yeah, that’s fucked up, right?” Shinpachi cracks open a tall boy, cold enough that the beer fizzes out, threatening to drip right across the festive moose on his chest; HORNY AND WELL HUNG according to the words knit into his sweater. “There’s no locks on the doors, man. We’ve all got to trust each other.”
Chizuru blinks. “But I have a lock.”
He pauses, mid-sip. “Well, I guess that makes sense. You’re a girl, after all. Can’t have a girl be alone with a bunch of guys if there no--”
“My room also has a lock.” Hajime frowns, considering the socks Souji’s just returned to the table. “Hardly a good one, if Souji was able to bypass it with just his foot, but...”
“Me too,” Heisuke chimes in. “I just don’t really use it.”
“Wait, what?” Shinpachi swivels between them, lost. “Are me and Sano the only ones who don’t--?”
“I think the best course of action is to inform Professor Hijikata about the infraction.” Kneeling on the carpet next to Shinpachi’s luggage, Yamazaki’s hardly an authority figure, but when he raises his voice the room fritters to silence. “I’m sure he can take it from there.”
Harada hums, unconvinced. “I don’t know about that. Souji’s already got two strikes against him. If we report another one, I’m pretty sure Hijikata’s going to toss him out.”
They might be more suggestions than eyebrows, but still, it makes an impression when Yamazaki furrows them.  “I don’t see why that’s any of my concern.”
“Aw, c’mon, Yamazaki.” They all might tease her about her pleading eyes, but it’s Heisuke that uses them now, as compelling as any puppy in a pet store window. “You know Souji doesn’t have anywhere else to go. You wouldn’t throw him out in the cold just like that, would you?”
His mouth pinches, bracing the way the rest of him is, squared off and utterly implacable. “Souji is a grown man who can make his own decisions. If those decisions lead to him getting tossed out, that hardly has anything to do with me.”
Souji snorts. “None of the people who complained are even here anymore.”
Yamazaki whips around, eyes so cold they could turn any other man to ice. Souji just smirks. “Yes, because of you.”
“Well, I don’t know...” Heisuke hums, thoughtful. “Ryu left because of that art program. You know, the one that had the scholarship.”
“Only after Okita shoved him off--!”
“Oh, c’mon.” Souji’s shoulder twitch, barely summoning up the energy for a full shrug. “That’s all water under the bridge.”
Yamazaki surges to his feet; only Harada’s hand, keeping him from jumping the table too. “You broke his wrist in three places! The only reason he didn’t press charges was because his foster father is somehow an even bigger asshole than you!”
Souji picks his grins the same way a chef picks his knives from the block: with the intention to cut. “No hard feelings.”
“Hard feelings?” Yamazaki chokes out. “You think this is about hard feelings? When Itou left, he--”
“Itou was a prick.”
Hajime doesn’t so much sigh as hum, raspy and dubious. “That doesn’t mean that what you did was right, Souji.”
His eyes narrow, annoyed. “Don’t pretend you miss him running around the place, acting better than everyone.”
“No, no. He’s got a point.” The easy chair grunts as Shinpachi shifts his weight back, crossing his legs ankle to knee. “They both do. You know I don’t want to kick you out, man, but you’ve got a bad habit of taking stuff way past funny right into, well...”
“An actionable offense?” Harada offers, wry.
A blunt nail taps at his can, uncomfortable. “Yeah, that. It’s not good, bro.”
Something happens with Souji’s mouth. A lot of somethings, actually; subtle ones, hidden in the corners and tucked into the cheeks, the sort that happen between one blink and the next. Missable, save for the fact that Chizuru never looks away.
There’s a jut of his lip first, not a pout but its more serious cousin, the kind that’s like a levee to a deluge: one tremble away from a flood. A scowl next, never quite reaching his eyes; good practice for the smile that follows, curving into a smirk the way steel takes an edge: like it’s meant for it.
“All right, all right.” His hands raise up, too lax for a peace offering. It might stand in for a concession, if she tilted her head and squinted, but only a little. “So you’re all mad at me or whatever.”
“For good reason.” It’s a strong stance for Harada; he’s usually the one who’s quick to compromise, so long as it keeps everyone civil.
“Sure, right.” Souji shrugs, unconcerned. “I get it. But consider--” fabric whips out from behind a pillow, matte and black-- “this.”
Chizuru blinks. “Wasn’t that in...?”
Yamazaki’s closet, she doesn’t say. Not when he shakes it out, turning it from cloth to clothing, a whole jumpsuit with fussy embroidery picked out in an even darker black.
“What’s that?” Shinpachi scoots to the edge of his chair, squinting. He must not have his contacts in. “Some sort of ninja costume?”
She knows better than to turn, to draw attention to the statue suddenly sitting across the table, but Chizuru can’t help it, not when Souji is so quick to say, “It is.” There’s enough relish in his tone that she can taste it. “And it’s Yamazaki’s.”
There’s a pause-- for effect, she’s sure, considering the way Souji grins. Like he’s pulled off some magic trick, making his troubles disappear in one hand and then plucking them out from behind Yamazaki’s ear.
“So?” Harada snorts, unimpressed. “Are you surprised? He’s been a ninja for Halloween like, what? Three years running? Since I’ve been here at least. What next? Gonna pull a sexy firefighter out of Shin’s closet?”
“Hey!” A hand presses right over WELL, leaving HORNY and HUNG peeking out from underneath it. “I’ve branched out! This year I was a sexy soldier.”
“How can you tell?” Heisuke mutters, hunched shoulders making his chest even narrower, more concave. “You’re only wearing like half a costume.”
“We’re not talking about Nagakura.” With all the subtlety of a bomb, Souji drops, “We’re talking about Mr Kiss-Ass and how he has like, five of these tucked away for a rainy day.”
It’s been three months since Chizuru managed to insinuate herself into the house, but not once has it been quiet. Even in the night there’s something: Shinpachi snoring, Harada’s flings trying to find the front door, Heisuke up entirely too late typing up papers or-- more likely-- playing video games. Something. But now--
Now it’s a ringing silence that’s left in Souji’s wake, an awkward air that has every shoulder stiff, every eye finding somewhere else to look besides the place where Yamazaki sits, still as a stone.
Or at least, until Hajime slides forward, dexterous fingers smoothing over the raised stitches of the sleeve. “Oh,” he hums, impressed. “Your skills have really improved since your last attempt. I take it this is for next weekend?”
“Ah...” He swallows, loud enough that even Chizuru can hear. “Y-yeah. The new kunai were too heavy for the belt, so I thought if I remade that, I might as well add a few more quality of life adjustments, and, er...”
“Oh my god,” Heisuke breathes, quivering like a corgi at the end of his leash. “Are you a real ninja?”
A broad hand cuffs him on the back of his head. “C’mon,” Harada mutters. “What the hell’s wrong with you?”
If Yamazaki’s ears were painted pink before, they’re crimson now, hot enough to burn from touch alone. The square of his shoulders deflates, rounding with the slow leak of his confidence, but--
But Hajime simply nods, stroking his chin. “Perhaps I should look at my own as well. It hardly feels adequate next to all the work you’ve done.”
“Is this like...a sex thing?” Shinpachi’s eyes dart between the two of them. “It’s a sex thing, right?”
“No,” Yamazaki says, stern, immediately undermined by Hajime’s, “A little.”
It’s with a hefty heaping of betrayal that Yamazaki turns to him, glaring as he grounds out, “Absolutely not.”
Hajime’s mouth gives a dubious twist, and he opens it, perhaps to gainsay him, but--
But there’s no time, not when Heisuke practically explodes. “Are you a ninja too, Hajime?”
He blinks. “No.”
“Oh.” Heisuke deflates. “Okay, I guess...”
“I’m a samurai.”
“What--” Harada’s voice strains beneath the words “--is going on?”
“So let me get this straight.” Harada’s fingers pinch at the bridge of his nose, but by the wrinkle above them, Chizuru doubts it helps. “You two...dress up as samurai...?”
“I’m the samurai,” Hajime explains, so helpful. “Yamazaki is currently playing as a ninja. As he typically does.”
“You don’t have to tell them that,” he mutters. “That’s not really the point--”
“Right, of course, but...” Harada grimaces. “This is what you do on the weekends? For fun?”
A narrow shoulder lifts under Hajime’s tee, the closest he comes to a shrug. “An afternoon a month, to be more specific.”
“Once a month?” Heisuke asks, wide-eyed. “That doesn’t seem like a lot.”
“It takes a large amount of effort and dedication to keep up a long-form Live Action Roleplaying campaign,” he explains gravely. “That the organizers are able to run so often is a testament to their skill. And to run a weekend event--”
“So you mean you go there the whole weekend?” Heisuke blinks. “Like just forty-eight hours of samurai stuff?”
Hajime’s correction comes the same way as all his interactions: swiftly and without any judgment. “Seventy-two hours.”
Shinpachi goggles. “That’s a lot of fucking hours.”
“It is to aid with immersion.” Hajime isn’t a man of many words, but now he does not so much pause as he does breathe. “Unlike other games of its kind, Legend of the Five Rings does not focus so much on combat as it does internal conflict, and the robust worldbuilding--”
“This isn’t what they’re asking.” Yamazaki’s gaze darts wide-eyed around the table, never daring to stay longer than a blink. “You don’t have to--”
“--Is based on Sengoku Era Japan,” he continues, heedless. “As gratifying as it is to play on a regular basis, it really isn’t until a few hours into any session that people truly come to embody their roles. The court politics alone--”
“Saito.” Yamazaki may be seated at the opposite end of the living room, but his stare is enough to make even Hajime hesitate. “I think they get the idea.”
Harada looks between them, pained. “So are there...scripts or something?”
“No. Yes.” Hajime frowns. “It’s complicated. Each scene is improvised in character, but the organizers are present to facilitate the flow of the story. It is a collaborative effort.”
“But that’s it?” Heisuke asks. “You’re just like...samurai for a day? Or, er, three of them?”
“Yes.”
“And you do this--” Harada’s eyebrows furrow, pained “--for fun?”
Hajime doesn’t answer so much as cock his head, hands outspread as if to say, what else?
“That’s so...so cool!” Heisuke leaps to his feet, practically tripping over the table in his excitement. “Can I go? You guys gotta bring me!”
“What?” Harada blinks at him. “You want to go to this?”
“Uh, yeah?” His hands clench, too excited. “You get to be a samurai, Sano! Who wouldn’t want to?”
“Hey, so.” Shinpachi leans in, face pinched in curiosity. “Is this like...D&D or whatever?”
“In spirit,” Yamazaki creaks out, looking like death warmed over.
He nods. “Right, right. So like...a total sausage fest, or...?”
“The numbers on many tabletop games typically skews toward male,” Hajime explains, “but Live Action Roleplaying draws a higher percentage of female participants. Possibly due to the cosplay aspect.”
Shinpachi grins. “Oh, then count me in too, sensei.”
Harada stares at him. “Who are you?”
“What?” Shinpachi shrugs. “It’s math with babes. What’s not to love?”
“Ah...” Yamazaki waving hands don’t do much to hide his grimace. “I don’t really think this will be as interesting to you as you think...”
“He’s right,” Harada presses. “You may think it’s a good place to pick up women who aren’t afraid of, er, theoretical numbers--”
“They’re not theoretical,” Shinpachi huffs. “They’re real, it’s just the equations used to describe them are--“
“See? Already my eyes have glazed over.”
“I don’t know,” Chizuru hums, pitched just loud enough to be heard. “I think it sounds...fun?”
Yamazaki’s stare fixes on her. “Really?”
Even as a girl, Chizuru had never been one to play dress up, never been one to play pretend-- father didn’t approve, for one. Not when there were more direct benefits to be had from drilling flashcards or reading books. A second, her daydreams were vivid enough she hardly needed to act them out, not when Father was so apt to remind her, princesses don’t have to pass their medical exams.
But Yamazaki is as serious as they come, a TA for the dean of the pre-med department even before graduating. His acceptance to the medical school almost assured, and he finds this worth his time. Enough to have made a costume-- with his own hands!-- and sign up for a whole weekend away from his studies...
“Y-yeah.” She ducks her head, hoping to hide the heat that pricks at her cheeks. “I mean, as long as it wouldn’t be a bother for me to, um...”
“Ah, no! I mean, yes. Never.” Yamazaki shakes himself, pink staining the high arch of his cheekbones. “It’s not a problem.”
“Yeah, Chizu!” An arm clamps around her shoulders, dragging her against Shinpachi’s personal light display. “That’s right! Let’s all go. House field trip!”
Yamazaki’s jaw drops. “I don’t, er, know about that--!”
“Fine.” Harada sighs, getting to his feet. “If Chizuru wants to go. Count me in.”
“That’s the spirit!” Shinpachi claps him on the back, hard enough that even Harada has to cough. “Now, that just leaves...?”
“Uh-uh.” Souji’s arms fold over his chest, forbidding. “No way I’m going to your nerd party.”
“Aw, c’mon.” Shinpachi drops between them on the couch, arm pulling tight. “Think of it as a group bonding experience.”
Souji scowls. “What makes you think I care about bonding with any of you--”
“Well, if you’re going to be that way about it.” He squeezes tight enough to eke a squeak out of him. “Think about it as, ‘if you go we won’t tell Hijikata about you stealing shit.”
Souji glowers. “Fine,” he grumbles, shoving him off. “But I won’t like it!”
Shinpachi’s smile is all knives when he replies, “Wouldn’t expect you to.”
It’s dark when Chizuru stumbles out into the hall; there’d been daylight still when they’d piled into the parlor, but now night clings to the the edges of dusk, only enough light to gild the snow in golden shadow. It might bother her more if it wasn’t such a relief, a respite from having to scrape at the last reserve of her smiles. And so she takes it; one big breath and the muscles around her mouth slump, aching from use.
Any other night, she might worry about one of the boys following out behind her, but she can hear the ruckus shift from the parlor toward the kitchen, wheeled baggage and Shinpachi’s booming voice all tromping toward the back stair. Her day may have happened in fits and starts, but everyone else has been on the move, going from Christmas to short notice travel to fraught house meeting all within the space of hours. There’s no one who’s going to be worried about her.
Which suits her just fine. A few minutes lying face down on her comforter and she’ll be right as rain. Just a breath or two to herself, and--
Someone huffs behind her. Right behind her.
She whips around so fast, she nearly tumbles Yamazaki into the wall with her. Or at least his arm, half outstretched, now just hanging there in the air between them.
“Oh!” There’s no reason for her to shy back, but she does, guiltier with every inch. “Ah, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to--”
“No, no. It’s my fault.” His hands aren’t large, not like Harada or Shinpachi, but the fingers are long and tapered, digging runnels through the shaggy bristle of his hair. “I should have-- ah, I mean, I just saw you, and er, wanted to make sure that you were all right. After, ah...all that.”
Her first instinct urges her to laugh, to let her nerves giggle out, there’s no need to worry about me--
But Yamazaki stares at her with the same careful intensity as he had in the kitchen-- you’re worth a good meal-- and Chizuru tries deflection instead. “I’m the one who should be asking you that! I went into your room without any permission and all, and Souji--” Yamazaki grimaces at the name “---I just...you have every right to be mad at me!”
“You?” he echoes, incredulous. “It’s not your fault, Yukimura. Okita’s the one who dragged you in there.”
She shakes her head. “I could have chosen to leave any time. I just was too curious to think to question him.”
“Curious?” There’s no inflection to the word, and with the shadows making a muddle of his expressions, there’s only the tilt of his head to tell here there’s a question. “Why would you be curious?”
“Ah, I’d just...never been inside before?” Her palms clap to her cheeks, and oh, she must glow from how hot her cheeks burn. “It’s silly.”
“It’s not! It’s just, ah...unexpected. I...” His mouth opens, as if he might say more, but with a lick of his lips, it closes instead. Or rather, his chin dips down and it follows, gaze dropping from her eyes to somewhere at her neck. As if...
“Oh, did I spill...?” She can’t actually remember what she’s eaten today, whether it could be something that she could walk around wearing, but Yamazaki’s already shaking his head.
“Ah, no, it’s just...you still have...” His fingers curl hesitantly in the air between them. “If you would let me...?”
Every twitching nerve of her stills as he steps close, fingers skimming past her shoulders. Only days ago she’d knotted his scarf, but it feels different now that he’s the one reaching, so close his hand meet behind her neck. He’s not bundled up now, no three layers of wool and thermal and parka to keep her from realizing that he smells nice, like...like something clean with a hint of eucalyptus, and it’s...
It’s a lot.
His fingers knit into the fabric at her nape, too slippery for him to find the end of it by touch. At least, the first time; he gathers it up, hiking it higher and higher until he can slide under it, the flat of his nails smooth and warm against her neck. Her pulse pounds so hard he must feel it, but Yamazaki doesn’t flinch, instead lifting it with surgical precision. The stretchy fabric threads right off her ponytail with no more than that initial brush of fingers, and she--
She stare. It’s the mask. The one Souji put on her. All this time, and she’s-- she’s just been wearing it, like some sort of...scarf. Right over her tanuki pajamas. In front of everyone.
In front of Yamazaki.
If she could melt into the woodwork, it would be a miracle. But as always, reality refuses to oblige her. “Oh, I hadn’t even...ah...”
“Please, don’t worry about it.” His fingers smooth over the fabric, mouth curving into a rueful smile. “It looked better on you than it does on me.”
“Ah!” Her gasp catches in her throat. “That’s not...um...” She hakes her head, hoping that might clear enough room for a sentence or two to compose itself. “I don’t think that’s true.”
Yamazaki glances up at her, amused, and oh-- she hadn’t meant to say that. Not like that.
“You know, I meant to...” He stops himself. Not abruptly, like she does, but a slow, thoughtful halt. Like a train pulling into a station rather than a car braking for a yellow light. “I mean, I don’t think I ever got around to saying it last night, and today, with everything...well”
He hesitates again, a breath hissing between his teeth. But this time his shoulders square, and even though his gaze is lost in the shadow of his brows, she knows he’s looking at her. “Merry Christmas, Yukimura.”
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essy2014 · 9 months
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Blue jeans// H.S Instagram imagine
inspired by blue jeans by Lana del Rey . (I did take some direct lyrics from the song so all credit to the writers of the song, Lana del Rey, and anyone who had anything to do with the song, I take no credit for it)
images : Harry styles & Lana del Rey
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HS.updates- recent nes have been saying that the beautiful woman above (Lana del Rey) may just be dating out beloved Harry styles.
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borntodielana- miss Lana her self??!?!
firstlastkiss- HARRY PULLS!!!!
lanadelrey-
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lanadelrey - thanks @ Harry styles for the 10/10 photography
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Harry styles- course babe
longlive- 😧😧
harry styles
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Harry styles - I will love you till the end of time ❤️💋
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Niall Horan- 😁😁😁😁😁
Harry styles- shut up Niall.
lanadelrey- boys stop. no fighting. at least not in Harry's comments 🤫
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lanadelrey- it was like James dean. for sure 💋😘
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anne.twist- well aren't you guys just the cutest.
firstlastkiss- anne!?
anne.twist- 👋 hello
Harry styles
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harry styles - my date 🌹
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lanadelrey- 💋💋💋
Zayn Malik- 👍
hanadelstay- Zayn😂😂
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lanadelrey- he said he had to leave to start his life over. I was like " no please, stay here , we don't need no money, we can make it all work" and he still left. boys. 🙄.
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borntocry- did Harry styles break up with her
summerlove- I hope not 🥲
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Lana+harry- nooooooo
A FEW YEATS LATER
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HS.updates- Lana and Harry's first time together since the break up.
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Carmencarmen- brooo 😭😭
firstlastkiss- I'm crying.
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e-dubbc11 · 6 months
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hehehe sending you some sleepover asks ;)
fmk with the supernatural trio
& fmk with matt, billy and frank hehehehheh
Selene, you went for the jugular! I’m gonna do Kiss because I can’t kill any of my boys, I just can’t. But this is still tough!
For my Supernatural men….
I’m fucking Dean, the passion in that man’s eyes for anything tells me he would be an absolute dream to fuck, preferably more than once. If I could get him to look at me like he looks at pie or Baby…well, then I have completed my task 🥵
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I’m marrying Sammy! Full disclosure, I am a Dean girl forever BUT Sam is husband material all day every day. I feel like he would be as close to the perfect husband as he could be and also protect me from every monster, supernatural or not. ♥️
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And kissing Castiel would be so fun just because you know he’s not used to it, trying to get him to crack a smile, taking everything so literally “why are you doing that?” Trying to get him to loosen up a bit would be a challenge and I’m here for that challenge, he could learn a thing or two NOT from the pizza man 🤣🤘🏻
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The other big hitters will be under the cut 😉
I’m fucking Billy, I can never get enough of that man so he would be on speed dial for whenever I want. I’m up all night just for him. 🥵
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I’m marrying Frank…good dads are such a turn on for me and I feel like as a husband he would look at you like you’re the only woman in the world. ♥️
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And that leaves smooches with Matty. Omg, this man’s lips are just perfection and he would make me come undone with just those lips. He can put them other places too right? Kisses aren’t limit to the upper body, right? Asking for a friend 🤣💋
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I hate that you made me choose selene but I love it just the same, thank you for sending these in! ♥️
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the-astral-clump · 2 years
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- -Introduction- -
hi! we’re the astral clump, welcome to our blog!
FYI we are-
a traumagenic proxy system
self dx autistic and adhd collectively
identify as queer and gender-fluid collectively many alters use microlables and xenogenders tho :3
all systems regardless of origin are welcome here and we’re going to try to keep this blog as safe for any system as we can <3
Who’s Talking? // Meet The Clump
Alex (he/they/it/xe) 💫 (front sticky, half host )
Lexi (they/xe) ⭐️ (autism creature, half host)
Sasha (he/she) 🌸 (nsfw alter, censored on here)
Malachai (he/they) 🕸 (demonhuman protector)
Sam/Creature (he/any) 🌿 (system parent, soother)
Mae/June (she/they/sun) 🍓 (the darlingest)
Bodie (it/pup) 🍬 (ageslider, irl golden retriever)
Elias (they/them) 🌧 (gatekeeper, angelhuman)
Dante (he/they) 🦇 (vampire wannabe)
Spencer (they/them) ☕️ (spencer reid fictive)
Eric (he/him) 👾 (shithead, adult man)
Star (she/it) 🐾 (little, irl german shepherd)
Ghost (he/it/rot/xy)🔪 (man of few words)
Dean (he/they/?) 🗡️ (yes the one from spn)
Sammy (she/they/he/ve) 📸 (geekboy losergirl ☺️)
Cas (he/they/it/aer) 🪽 (angel)
Clover (he/they/bun/doe) 🐇 (certified silly boy)
Link (he/hym/bey) 🪴 (hyah!) (tloz link fictive)
Rexx (he/rot/it) 🫀 (*blender noises* :] )
Will (he/him) 🐕 (Will Graham)
Hannibal (he/they) 🩸 (he lives here now)
Misa (she/they/love) 💋 (rot girl hot girl)
Charlie (she/they/byte) 🍡 (AHHHHHH)
^^ when we refer to fronting it’s more like co-fronting/blurring w Alex btw.
Also a disclaimer!
we mostly won’t engage in discourse but our general stance is fakeclaiming sucks, don’t be a dick to others bc u think their system “isn’t real”. block and move on. if you try to bring negativity onto this blog you will be blocked. -🕸️💫
DNI-
basic dni, fakeclaimers and syscourse seekers, people who uphold cringe culture.
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avanatural · 1 year
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Hello Ava, my dear! Sending you back some questions that I'm curious about! Enquiring minds want to know. 😁
💋 First kiss fics. Love em or hate em?
🙋‍♀️ Do any irl people know you write fanfic?
😬 Which of your fics would you be most horrified for friends, family, or coworkers to stumble upon?
⌛ How long does it take you to write a fic, or a chapter?
Hello, my friend, it's so nice to see you in my ask box! 🤗
💋 First kiss fics. Love em or hate em?
When there's a first kiss, I absolutely LOVE IT 🥰 I feel like it totally sets the tone for the dynamic between the characters, plus I think there's always some room for a little nervousness, insecurity, or even awkwardness, which I love because it makes stories feel more real 💕
🙋‍♀️ Do any irl people know you write fanfic?
Yes, there are some irl people who know about it 😊
😬 Which of your fics would you be most horrified for friends, family, or coworkers to stumble upon?
Oh boy, good question 🤔 I think the obvious answer would be any story that contains smut 😁 I think when we write about sex, we give away many of our own personal experiences, our perceptions of intimacy, what we like etc. (unless we are actively trying to leave our comfort zones), which are things that you don't necessarily want to share for example with your coworkers 😄 Off the top of my head, I'm gonna name Unconventional as my choice because I remember that there's some particularly graphic smut in there 🤫
⌛ How long does it take you to write a fic, or a chapter?
Too long! 😂 Gosh, I really wish I could write faster 😬 I have my two ongoing series That Simple and Mind Games planned out entirely, start to finish, but they take so long for me to write. I think I can put out a chapter, like, every third week at the moment. I'm currently also working on a new one shot for Dean, though, so aside from stress in everyday life, my WIPs tend to get in each other's way and prolong the process 😁 As a fellow writer, I'm sure you know the struggle ❤️🙈
Thank you for sending in these questions! 🥰 It's so much fun answering them 🙏😊
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💋  ─  be caught standing under the mistletoe (Elliot and Dean; mxrvelouscreations)
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Dean knew that Elliot had spent the last few days decorating the bunker while Dean was off on an easy hunt. He had called and texted Elliot the entire time he was gone to make sure the other was comfortable in the bunker alone. Of course Cas would pop in and check on the other while Dean was busy, so he wasn't too worried. And last he heard, Eliot was decoration a tree that Cas went out and got for the bunker. He really didn't know what to expect when he arrived back, but Christmas throwing up all over the bunker was not one of them. "Elliot!" He called out as he slowly made his way down the stairs. he made his way tot he main doorway when he felt the other jump on him and attach his lips to Deans." He grunted softly, dropping his bag before his arms wrapped tightly around Elliot and kissing the other back. When he pulled from the kiss he looked up and chuckled at the mistletoe above their heads. "Good to see you too, baby boy." He pressed a kiss to Elliot's lips before he had a good look around the room. "Does it all have to stay up?"
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taylormarieee · 8 months
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💋~My Masterlist~💋
| 🎀 Fluff | 💌 Smut | 🔮 Angst | 💋 Suggestive |
🎶Cuz baby you get me so... so soaked, this heat is getting to me, I want you all over me, baby you get me so...🎶
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~TWD~
Rick Grimes:
-Love and Zombies Series💌🔮🎀 💋(series) |NOT COMPLETE, on a hiatus because I have writers block for it! I'm sorry|
-Stranded💌
-Surprise🎀(Request)
-Girl, you don't know what you do to me💌
-Fuck me while I sleep💌
-Desire💌 (Request)
-Not so tough now huh?💌🔮
Daryl Dixon:
-Drunk in Love💌
-Blowing off steam💌
-Roses at the end of the Road (Series coming soon!)
Shane Walsh:
-Secrets and Scandals (coming soon...)💌
-Closure with a twist💌🔮 (Request)
Carl Grimes:
-Until I found you🎀(Request)
-Being scared makes you human🎀(Request)
-Like watcha see?💌
-Silent Treatment🔮🎀(Request)
-were supposed to hate each other right?🔮💌(Request)
Rickly:
-She looks like lust and smells like desire💌
-Naughty Behaviour💌 (Coming soon) (Request)
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~Spiderman: ATSV~
Miguel O'Hara
-Ties and Trends💌
-Fuck me like you want me Miggy (Coming soon!)💌
-Do you know how pretty you are carino? (Coming soon...)💌
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~Mortal Kombat 1~
Kuai Liang:
-Fire and Love 🎀🔮
Bi-Han:
-I'm ice cold my love (Coming soon...)💋🎀
Kenshi Takashi:
Syzoth:
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~Josh Hutcherson Characters~
Mike Schmidt:
-One step at a time honey🎀💋
Peeta Mellark:
-Lover Boy🎀
Sean Anderson:
-Fuck me like your mad at me baby (coming soon...) 💌
Clapton Davis:
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~Callum Turner's Characters~
Theseus Scamander:
Thomas Webb:
-Stalker💋🔮 (Pt.2?💌)
Callum Turner:
-Co-stars Turned Lovers (series)
Major John "Bucky" Egan:
Joe Rantz:
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~Extras~
Drew Starkey:
-Drunkenly Yours(Coming soon...)🎀💋
Rafe Cameron:
JJ Maybank:
-Crybaby💋🔮
John B Routledge:
Brian O' Connor:
-You make me wanna...💋💌
-Ride or Die, baby💌🔮
Arthur Curry:
-I wanna swim in your ocean...(coming soon) 🎀💋💌🔮
Sam Winchester:
- Wanna make out in the backseat of my brothers car?💋💌
-Confessions and Affairs💋🎀
Dean Winchester:
-A hunter's first love (coming soon)
Luke Castellan:
-First Times💌🎀🔮(Series) |NOT COMPLETE, on a hiatus because I have writers block for it! I'm sorry|
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Taglist Form!
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georgiapeach305132 · 3 years
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Main Masterlist
All updates and new fics will be over @georgiapeach30513 and then reblogged to this blog.  You can find the Masterlist here
Series
Man Out of Time
The never ending story about OFC Charlie Allen and her travels through the MCU with Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes.  I do not foresee this ending anytime soon, and I enjoy randomly writing chapter and shorts for it.
🖤
Desperate Affairs
Engaged to Andy Barber, and deeming him too safe, and only wanting to be intimate to get you pregnant, you start a sex only relationship with Ransom Drysdale.  Nothing is ever easy, and you get yourself into a web of lies.  Are you the only one lying?  This has a whole heap of Chris Evans characters!
💋Part 1💋Part 2💋Part 2.5💋Part 3💋Part 4 💋Part 5💋Part 6💋Part 6.5💋Part 7💋Part 8💋Part 8.5💋Jake Jensen💋Part 9💋Part 9.5💋Meeting Andy💋Part 10💋Part 10.5💋Girl Talk💋Part 11💋Part12💋Part 13💋Part 14💋
🖤
Mr. Freezy Pops (Robert “Mr. Freezy” Pronge/Paul Diskant)
Life would have been so much easier for you if you didn’t have a random run in with Robert “Mr. Freezy” Pronge.  Or was the meeting that random?
🍦Part 1🍦Part 2🍦Part 3🍦Part 4🍦Part 5🍦Part 6🍦Part 7🍦Part 8🍦Part 9🍦🍦Part 10🍦Part 11🍦  COMPLETE 🍦Part 12 *BONUS*🍦
Freezy Pops AU Drabbles/Headcanons
Sun Bathing
Little Bit of Blood
I’m Not Him
It Was an Accident
Pretty Girl Confessions
Visiting Robert with the Twins
We’re Keeping It
Life with Paul
Paul Returns
Who’s Your Daddy
Psychotic Trio
🖤
Captain/Soldier
When Steve Rogers is on the run, what’s his girlfriend to do when after a year she’s had no response from him?  Well, she gets in a relationship with Soldier Boy
🛡Part 1🛡Part 2🛡Part 3🛡
Meeting Soldier Boy
🖤
Moon Rituals
As the last Moon Sprite you should stay safe behind your Faerie Ring but when a handsome Chase Collins waits for a Faerie outside of the ring.  What does the witch want?
🌓Part 1🌗Part 2🌓Part 3🌗
🖤
The North Princess & The Seven Men
❄ Prologue ❄ Steve Rogers ❄Colin Shea ❄ Chris Beck ❄
One Shots
The majority of these are just random and wanting to have fun with different characters/scenarios.  And because I’m a slut for Sebastian Stan and Chris Evans characters why not?
🖤
Sebastian Stan Characters
The Auction (Chris Beck)
Adventures in Underland (Jefferson/Mad Hatter)
Welcome to the Tea Party (Jefferson/Mad Hatter)
Dire Straits (Destroyer!Chris)
Here Kitty, Kitty, Kitty (Chase Collins)
Gossip Games (Carter Baizen)
Road Trip (Lance Tucker)
When You’re the Best of Friends (T.J. Hammond)
Just One Night (Frank)
🖤
Chris Evans Characters
Game Over (Jake Jensen)
On the Good Ship Ares (James Mace)
Dire Straits (Ari Levinson)
Johnny’s Little Firefly (Johnny Storm)
Gossip Games (Ransom Drysdale)
Just One Night (Jake Jensen)
🖤
Supernatural
The Three Sides of Dean Winchester
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zepskies · 2 months
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WIP GAME
Original Post
Rules:
In a reblog of this post OR a new thread (with the rules copy/ pasted), post the filenames of your WIPs.
Post a snippet from one of them. The snippet must have been written in the last 7 days. We're working on making progress people! If you've not written anything, get something down that you want to share!
After you've posted, invite people to send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3+ sentences on that WIP and share it! If you cannot share it (ie. it's for an event etc), write the sentences on it anyway and then some more on another WIP that you can share :)
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Thank you to @angelbabyyy99 for the tag! 💜 I love a good WIP game. I have other ideas in my head as well, but these are the ones I'm actively working on...
WIPs:
"In the Dark" - Soldier Boy x F. Reader (Break Me Down-verse) - coming out on Saturday!
"Calculated Risks" - Soldier Boy x F. Reader (Break Me Down-verse)
"And So It Goes - Part 19" - Billy Butcher x OC (ASIG Masterlist)
"Big & Tall" - Sam Winchester x F. Reader
Summary: You steal Sam’s shirt. But that simple theft comes at a big price. Sneak Peek: When you later went back for your clothes in the dryer, you’d apparently grabbed one of Sam’s black undershirts in all the fabric shuffling. An accident. Though you hadn’t realized it until you were back in the comfort of your borrowed room in the bunker, sitting on your bed and folding your laundry. You pulled out one of those big-and-talls and took one good look—and you knew it could only fit perfectly on Sam Winchester’s extra-long torso. A smile unconsciously drew across your face.
Feel free to send me an ask about any of them! 💋
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[Edit]: Forgot to add these - No pressure tags: @deanwanddamons @deanwritings @deanwinchesterswitch @deanbrainrotwritings @kaleldobrev @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior @k-slla
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sirthisisa-wendys · 2 years
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Burn Before Reading (Part 8): Takeomi Akashi x Fem!Reader
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synopsis: Takeomi Akashi never wanted to attract too much attention - because it always brought some ne'er-do-well to his doorstep. But at college, he seems to have attained (and retained) the ire of the Head Bitch on Campus, i.e., you. And it’ll take a miracle for you to leave him alone.
wc: 1k
tw: fluff
previous part💋 masterlist 💋 next part
"Hey, Takeomi! Catch!"
Before Takeomi watches the football sail his way, he's got to take his eyes off of you.
You, who stood in the living room of Beta Rho Alpha and spoke your mind, told him everything.
You, who understood why Takeomi did what he did.
You, who left him alone after that day and hadn't spoken to him about any of the unsavory parts of your interactions, and only acknowledged him with a head nod or a soft "sup, Akashi".
And you're sitting on the Great Lawn, book in your hands and your ankles crossed while he plays a quick game of football with his frat brothers. Nothing else sexy was going to happen, not with your current hyperfocus on your studies, but he did know that if you needed him... you knew where to find him.
He catches the ball in both hands - after jumping a little - and finds himself looking back over at you before tossing it. You're happier. At least he thinks you are. You smile more, you speak with gentle tones, and avoid detection. You wear t-shirts and jeans, now, too. Not that you had to - sometimes Omi misses seeing the curve of your calf and the way your thighs would rub together under your skirts and dresses - but it seemed like you'd given up your mean girl persona in favor of just being... yourself.
And Takeomi likes this version of you, too.
But he'd be caught dead before he admitted it out loud just yet.
"Omi! Head's up!"
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You're in the line.
You're in the line to graduate.
You're in the line to graduate summa cum laude right behind Takeomi Akashi.
And you're nervous as hell.
"Hey," you hear ahead of you, and you look up from your fidgeting fingers and into Takeomi's eyes. "You've got this."
"What if no one cheers for me because of what happened?" you breathe, and Takeomi places his fingers on yours, smiling widely.
"I'll be cheering for you." Your face brightens, and Takeomi points out to the crowd. "The Beta Rho boys are out there. I told them they have to cheer for you, too."
"What about my dad?" you whisper, leaning forward. Takeomi gives you a little smirk, which you mirror.
"Which one? Step or real?"
"Takeomi Akashi, Summa Cum Laude." You watch as Takeomi goes up to the stage, smiling as he shakes the dean's hand and takes his diploma holder. Another picture, another smile. One last one as Beta Rho Alpha and the auditorium cheers for him as if he were a quarterback on the football field.
You'd be lucky if you even got half that.
"Y/n Ln, Summa Cum Laude." Your ears drown out the applause as you walk up to the stage, face stretching into your best smile. Shake hands, picture, walk, take diploma holder, shake hands, walk down the steps, smile... smile... smile.
"How do you feel now that it's all over?" someone asks you and you turn to see South sitting in his chair, his frame swamped by his gown.
"I'm glad," you answer, looking into the man's eyes. "I'm happy it's all over." South nods and looks back toward the stage. You walk all the way back to your seat and exhale deeply, watching Takeomi fiddle with the foldable item in his hands.
"What will you do now?" you wonder absentmindedly.
"Hm?" Takeomi wonders, looking up from his hands.
"What are you gonna do... now that college is over?" Takeomi thinks, then smiles to himself.
"I'm gonna take a long ass nap. You?"
"I don't know," you admit, frowning. "I really don't know."
"You'll figure it out," he assures you, patting you on the back. "You always have."
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A year later, Takeomi lays awake, rehashing the final moment with you and all the moments leading up to it in his head. He wonders if he could have done any of it better... any of it more collected, perhaps. He knows he did his best at the time, but...
You admitted that your despise of him had been real, and the more you discovered about him, the more it fed this sense of dislike. So... you decided to open hate him in order to get him to fit your mold of some kind of figure that you could point to as the antithesis of what you stood for.
Takeomi understood why at that moment. You'd been so miserable watching him succeed with only half of the things you had at your disposal - you didn't understand how he could be successful in a world that wasn't designed to help him flourish.
And it made you full of rage.
He got it. It didn't make anything you did right, but it did make sense.
"Why did you have sex with me if you hated me?" he wondered, and you looked away, obviously ashamed. "I mean... you could have just made me miserable the entire time."
"I don't want to discuss it," you murmured, so he dropped it. You were ashamed. That was enough for him. And it seemed like once things were off your back, you didn't sneer at him or give him hell. He knew how you felt - even explained why he worked his ass off to get his degree - and after that, you backed off.
"If I stop worrying about you and your degree," you began as you left the house that night. "Then maybe I'll finally be able to focus on me and my degree." And you'd left him standing in the doorway of Beta Rho Alpha until he couldn't see you walking anymore.
No one ever talked about it again in the house. Nor did you ever discuss it with Takeomi again.
But there's just one thing he can't shake out of his mind... Where are you now? What were you doing? Would you ever pop up again? Or would he be stuck with his final memory on graduation day forever?
As he rolls onto his side and glances at the time - almost time to get up - he prays he'll get the chance to see you one last time before he decides to retire himself to thinking about someone else. Even if it's in his dreams.
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