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chihirolovebot · 1 year

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mistletoe.

featuring. shuichi saihara x reader

word count. 2.1k

synopsis. you host a christmas party for your classmates, and finally pluck up the courage to confess to shuichi (with the help of alcohol and a conveniently-placed plant)

content. drinking (reader and shuichi both drink), eggnog and shots, kissing, confessions, hope's peak au, gender-neutral reader, mild pining, fluff, safe for work, reader is a little drunk and shuichi is tipsy, mild sexual jokes (miu), pet names (pretty boy), cursing, getting together, kissing under the mistletoe, background kiibouruma and harumatsu.

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It's been building for a while, you think.

Shuichi is lovely. He's kind, and quiet, and endlessly thoughtful in a way that prevails through his nervousness. And he is nervous, pretty constantly on-edge, has been since you started at Hope's Peak a year ago. You've built a relationship around it though, something that's been teetering between friendship and some other, like Other with a capital 'O', a great big warm something like being enveloped in a soft blanket.

It's just pretty hard to get a read on him, sometimes. Sure, he goes red when he sees you and smiles a lot and stammers over his words, but that's hardly saying much. He gets flushed and nervous around everyone. Kaede insists that he likes you, but you're unsure, and you're not willing to waste your friendship on a hunch.

But... it's Christmas, and maybe that has something to do with it. With December passing by the world tilts into a shimmering haze of sparkly lights and tinsel and ice; you're just a little out of touch with reality, and the alcoholic eggnog is not helping. You're fuzzy, warm, floating a little out of your fuzzy socks and boots as the party breathes around you, a cacophony of revolving bodies dressed in scarlet and green and white, Christmas music blaring in the foreground, the apartment alight with festive lights.

You feel dreamlike, like your head's unscrewing, like there's a sparkly filter in front of your eyes and everything is hazy and sweet.

You love your classmates.

Kokichi, Kiibo and Miu slump on the three-seater sofa, heads leant upon each others' shoulders. Miu was drunk, Kokichi and Kiibo decidedly sober, but they indulge her anyway as she rants and rambles. Kaede has got Maki in a corner, chatting animatedly; Kaito, Rantaro and Kiyo sit in a circle playing some sort of intricate card game that leaves a frustrated Kaito taking many shots; Tsumugi and Gonta have scuttled off to the kitchen, sitting upon the countertops and deep in conversation. It's good. Your party is good.

The only thing missing is—

"Ah, here you are..."

His voice floats past you, sweet and quiet, and you turn and he's there, cherubic, lovely, he's even swapped out his usual dark, brooding cap for a lopsided Santa hat that droops around his upturned eyebrows. It matches the pleased flush on his cheeks, his deep dark eyes glimmering with the reflection of all the decorative lights.

Your body feels light enough to float, the world whirling and shimmering around you, fading to nothing as Shuichi comes into hyperfocus, and you sling your arm around his shoulder. Suddenly your lips are by his ear and you're giggling, "Sweeetchi!" against his skin.

He squirms, laughing nervously, his hands finding home gently on your upper arms to steady you. The heat of his steady hands seeps through your clothes. "Are, ah... a-are you drunk?"

"Just a little," you mumble, unable to stop smiling. "'M allowed to be, though! No school tomorrow. And 's my party!"

"I—I wasn't chastising you, or anything," Shuichi hastens to clarify, eyes widening. "It's... perfectly within your right. And the, uh, the party looks great. You did a great job."

"Wasn't great without you here," you beam, delighting as he only turns redder and hides his face in his sleeve. "You wanna... you wanna drink? Pretty boy?"

"Pr..." Shuichi gapes like a fish out of water; the soft apples of his cheeks match the scarlet of his drooping Santa hat. "Wha, um, you—?"

"Drink!" You take his sleeve and tug him over to the table laden with drinks. A lot of the eggnog has gone but there's a couple of frosted glasses left, as well as backup bottles of spirits and chasers. A collection of stained-glass shotglasses has piled up on the side, mostly courtesy of Miu, Kaito and Kaede, but you know Shuichi has a sweet tooth and probably wouldn't be fond of any of the flavoured vodka, or tequila or anything else on offer. So it's eggnog, lukewarm and sweet with only an aftertang of brandy.

"Thank you," Shuichi smiles, holding the glass up nervously. "Eggnog?"

"Homemade, baby," you flash a grin, endeared as he blinks rapidly and ducks his head to take a deep drink in his fluster. He drains half the glass in a few anxious sips, wiping his mouth absently with the back of his hand afterwards. Sweet creamy froth streaks a line down the pale skin.

"Shot," you announce, staggering over to the table and fumbling for a glass. "'M doing a shot. Want one?"

"Oh... I'm not sure," Shuichi stammers. "I don't really like..."

"Just tip your head back and breathe in," you advise, pouring vanilla vodka clumsily into two pink shotglasses. "You can't even taste it."

You both clink your glasses together and down the liquid; it burns going down but it's sweet, and even though Shuichi coughs a little and rubs his chest you can tell he doesn't hate it. He drains his eggnog mug and you can see a film slide over his eyes, a sort of dreamy distance. He's always been a lightweight because he drinks once in a blue moon and rarely eats enough to sustain himself. He giggles as he sets the glass down.

"C'mon, okay—" You grab at him, clumsy hands missing, sliding over his shirt (god, he'd shed his jacket and tie and unbuttoned two buttons at his throat and jesus he'd rolled up his sleeves, the pale jut of his elbows poking out) before managing to get a grip on his hand and pulling him back towards the parlour room. "Let's go... say hi to people! People wanna see you!"

"Th-they do?" Shuichi says, bewildered and a little hazy as you drag him through the door; the lights recede into soft, burnished gold and red fairylights on the walls and Christmas tree and the music envelopes you both.

"'Course!" you exclaim happily. "Eeeeveryone loves you, Sweetchi. 'Specially me."

He trips over his own feet. "Wh—wha—?!"

"Kaedeeee!" you trill, staggering into the blonde with a crash and a smile. Maki edges away, looking put out as Kaede cheers and throws her arms first around you, then Shuichi, kissing his cheek frantically as they pull back.

"You came! I'm so glad!" she grins. "Are you drunk, mister detective?"

"N-no!" Shuichi says defensively, swaying a little on his feet. "I'm not... tell her, Y/n."

"Mister detective's on his night off," you wink, and Shuichi groans and buries his face in his hands as Kaede giggles feverishly.

"Well, you two have fun! I'm not leaving 'till later, so you can come find me if you need me, okay?" Kaede smiles; she pats Shuichi on the head again before you're tugging him over to a new group of people.

You make the rounds of the room slowly. Halfway through he lets you pass him another eggnog and by the time you go back to the kitchen he's stumbling like a baby deer, clinging onto the back of your shirt with fumbling fingers. When you get to the table and stop he crashes into your back, sending you stumbling forwards with a laugh.

He rights himself frantically, trying to pull you upright. "S-sorry! Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean, sorry..."

He's bright and flushed with earnestness. He's adorable.

"'S okay, Sweetchi," you mumble, turning around to pat his face. He's tipsy and sleepy enough to simply sigh and melt into the touch, his eyes big and starry as they watch you. You feel so close, the music melting out of focus, all you can hear is your heartbeat and all you can feel and see and touch is Shuichi, Shuichi, Shuichi.

"I," he whispers, his lips tracing against the skin of your palm. "I was... really happy you invited me."

"'Course," you say emphatically. "'Course I did. You're... I love you, Shuichi. 'Course I invited you."

"You love me?" he breathes, eyes round as coins. He's flushed to the roots of his hair, so lovely it hurts.

"Love you," you affirm in a slur, in a flutter of lidded eyes, but it doesn't mean that you mean it any less. "Sh-Shuichi, I..."

"Get a fuckin' room, lovebirds!" A screech cuts through the quiet kitchen; Miu slumps in the doorway, Kiibo and Kokichi hovering behind her. She marches up to the table and swipes a bottle of wine. "I'm ffffuckin' takin' this, you virgin losers. Clearly you don't need any kinda aphrodisiac enhancer here, ah-hahaha!"

"I'll take that." Kiibo gently pries the bottle from Miu's hands, even as she groans and complains. "Ah, sorry about her. We're going to get her home and to bed, I think."

"Kiiiinky," Miu sings, cackling, then slumps sideways. Kokichi catches her easily with an arm under her own, hoists her to her feet, and cringes.

"You stink," he sighs. "I mean, this is a new level of gross. Did you bathe in pickles and oil, you silly cow?"

"C-cow!" Miu's crystalline eyes flood with tears. "H-how mean... do it again!"

"Sorry," Kiibo apologises again. "Thank you very much for having us, Y/n, it's been great. We'll see you after Christmas break."

"Get back safe," you tell him, affording him a quick hug. You peck Miu on the cheek and ruffle Kokichi's hair as he squirms and ducks.

"Pervert," he mutters with no real bite. As he and Kiibo haul Miu from the kitchen, he turns around with a glint in his eyes, smirks, and tells you, "Oh, by the way... definitely don't look up right now."

You frown, and then do exactly that.

Mistletoe bears down at you, twinkling, innocent, deadly. You gape, and Shuichi sputters, going violently red.

"I don't... I mean," he stammers. "We, I mean, we don't have t-to..."

You cock your head. Your heart thrums against your ribcage, pumping syrup through your body and head and you can see clearly but at the same time it's shrouded. A small part of you protests, thinks, don't fuck this up. He's too special. Don't don't dont...

"D'you want to?" asks your traitorous mouth, and the world stops spinning.

"W-want..." He looks torn, agonised, almost, but he's red and lovely and red so you don't pull away you just have to get closer, 'till you can smell the eggnog and vanilla vodka on his breath, and it feels like holding your whole friendship on a precipice of a cliff but you're done being selfless. You just want to take for once. "I... Y/n, I..."

"I want to," you mumble, and brush your thumb against his lip. The alcohol takes most of the feeling from your fingertips, but you can watch him go cross-eyed trying to follow your touch, watch the pink on his cheeks get redder.

"I—I do," Shuichi whispers, barely there, breath brushing against your finger. "When you said... you loved me, did you mean, or, I mean—"

"I love you," you murmur, so close that your lips touch his when you talk. His body melts into you, hands drifting up to close over your upper arms. "Is that okay?"

He nods frantically, eyes wide and earnest. "It's okay," he babbles, "I mean, it's more, it's good, because I—I think I love you too but I couldn't, I mean I couldn't say it but you're amazing, and you saved my life I think and I just, I love you so much and I didn't want to ruin it, but I just—"

You lean down; your lips capture his in a slow cling, soft and fleeting and it's the first thing since the first drop of alcohol touched your lips tonight that's felt real. You smell standard cologne and coconut body wash and ink, and his soft fingers clench over your arm for a fraction of a second until he relaxes, melting into you, sinking into the embrace. You pull back, kiss him again, and again, and then you tilt your head just a little so you can push deeper, tasting the remnants of his drink on his lower lip.

It lasts forever or maybe a second. When you pull back the clock has ticked to a minute past midnight, which means it is technically the next day and Shuichi is still in your arms trembling and breathing fast and smiling like a giddy boy, which means this is real and not a dream.

"I'm," Shuichi hiccups, and shuts his eyes with a bashful smile. "I really am glad you invited me."

You smile. "I'm glad I invited you too," you say, and the mistletoe stays up for a month or so after that because you can't quite bring yourself to take it down.

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himbos-hotline · 2 years

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OC lightning round: do you have an OC tag? who’s your favorite OC? what OC have you had the longest? are there small details about your OCs people wouldn’t imagine?

OC lightning round my beloved *stim* I love talking about my OCS please send me more questions, all the questions! [Some of my ocs are part of in-system relationships with alters based off irl people so I will talk about that as well. BUT I AM NOT TALKING ABOUT THE IRL PEOPLE- I AM TALKING ABOUT MY ALTERS!]

anyways

*Fingerguns*

Okay so considering that my OCs are now fictives their tags are either their names and pluaral kit tags OR just: Mouses ocs

so its

⭐ Maddie // Madelyn Orton

💘 Meri [or 💘 Meredith] // Meredith Blackwood

🐋 Avery // Avery Starling

🚀 Solstice // Solstice Cole

🇮🇪 Eliza // Elizabeth Bloodheart

🗞 Cora // [Canon] Cora Higgins

🔬 Cait // Caitlin Rizzoli-Isles

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I dont have a favourite OC but I do enjoy writing Meredith because of her soft nature and Caitlin because she is a seven year old with the knowledge of a ltieral genuis. she is also a clone. Eliza is full of angst. Our emotionally stunted gremlin

Madelyn is our oldest OC turned fictive having been around since we were 12? 13? and then eliza and meredith when we were 15/16 then it was Caitlin when we were 17, Meri and then Avery when we were 18, cora came when we were 20 and solstice is the newest one.

Maddie:

People wouldnt really imagine that she would be a doctor since she is deaf and suffers from the genertic condition of waanderburg syndrome type two. People have such a genralistic idea of people who are deaf/ hard of hearing- that they cant do anything.

Meri:

A thing that people would imagine about Meredith is that she can make candy. It is something that they do whenever she is stressed or has a friends birthday coming up.

Avery:

Avery, they are 6 foot 3 and scary looking yet they spend most of his time outta prison making glass animals and they genuienly do enjoy being calm and chill- even if they threaten to break BACK into happy trails to go see their friends [and a certain all singing all dancing prison boy]

Solstice:

People would expect Sol to be angry and upset about the team of the invinsible two. But Para really does miss fires friends and Skip somewhat blames skipselves for what happened. They do still enjoy the cold despite celci freezing para alive.

Eliza:

Eliza looks like blasting brign me to life in a hurricane. She dresses in dark clothes and looks absolutely terrifying and acts like a complete bitch yet she is absolutely soft for children and baby animals. Seriously give this girl a baby duckling and she will just sit on the floor and go "well aint you cute!". Sure she will punch people who threaten to tell people that shes a softie at heart but yeh.

Cora:

Cora is surprsingly fast for a child whose been starved for most of their growing life. Shes able to climb and run around. she is friendly but she isnt a push over. Cora knows her rights and expectations and abilities in the world.

Caitlin:

She is a seven year old who works in the bostom homicide department and has two lesbian parents. Nobody expects a seven year old to know how someone died or how to do an autposy.

butyeah come talk about my ocs to me please I love them

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thisismeracing · 6 months

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Call it what you want | CL16

SOCIAL MEDIA AU

part.1 (All because I liked a boy)

― Pairing: Charles Leclerc x reader (she/her) ― Warnings: curse words, typos. ― Summary: After getting hate from half of the fans, Yn went silent for months. But she's back now, and she has something to say. ― A/n: None of the pictures used are mine, they are all from Pinterest and other apps. Everything else is made up by me, and I do not allow it to be published on a different platform. I would appreciate it if those things could be taken into consideration 💛

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charles_leclerc miami week dump 🩵❤️

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charles_leclerc I have always told you that you were my favorite love, even if we were torn apart, because my love for you is something I have never been more sure of in my life. To this day I don't know how I managed to get someone like you, but I won't ever let you go again, ma chérie. Thank you for letting me into your life and embracing even the parts of me I don't love. You're my treasure. I loved you tomorrow, love you today, and I'll love you forever. Your Charlie.

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rupertgilesarc · 2 years

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crimes-self-ships · 3 years

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making these convos is so fun lol

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chihirolovebot · 1 year

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wrap me up (take me home).

featuring. jotaro kujo/reader, implied jotakak/reader (past)

word count. 1.04k

synopsis. ten years after cairo, you pay a visit to a gravesite. thankfully, you aren't alone.

content. implied jotakak/reader, major sdc spoilers, mentions of death, gender-neutral reader, cemeteries, fluff, minor angst

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You dream of Cairo one night.

You all sleep under the stars. The deserts get unspeakably cold during the nights, but you and Kakyoin make a sleepy cuddle-pile with Jotaro sandwiched between all of you, and though he grumbles and laments his lack of personal space, he doesn't push at either of you with anything near his full strength. Even at just seventeen he could've pummelled you both into chum. But he didn't, and he doesn't, so Kakyoin nuzzles into his side and you wrap yourself around one toned arm and start to point out constellations above you.

"How strange is it," Kakyoin says softly. "We're looking at the same sky as our parents back in Japan. They can all see the same stars as us."

Jotaro casts him a flat look from under the dark hair that tumbles over his forehead. "Don't get all sentimental when I'm trying to sleep."

"Sorry, sorry," Kakoyin relents with a breathy laugh as you tut and elbow Jotaro in the ribs for his crudeness. "I just... do you suppose we'll be home, soon?"

You bite your lip. You taste stray grains of sand and the kushari you'd eaten for dinner. "Dio can't hide forever," is what you conjure up when it becomes clear Jotaro won't answer. The boy in the middle stares up at the shimmering sky, blue eyes contemplative, softer than you usually see them.

You go to sleep seventeen years old and whole.

You wake twenty-eight, and it's cold.

Not the same sort of cold you'd find in an Egyptian desert at night. This one is clinical and smells of lemongrass air refresher; the air conditioning of your fancy hotel bleaches the oxygen in the room and makes your hair stand on end, and you irritably get out of bed to switch it off. Japan gets cold enough in January as it is, you don't need it and it's a total waste of resources, anyway.

At least you're only here for a couple of days.

You find Jotaro in the bathroom, skin gleaming, fresh-washed. He's dressed already, white suit luminescent against his skin, but for all his care to look put together you can see the circles stretching under his dull eyes, dark and deep.

"Morning," you conjure up. He nods.

"You slept okay?"

"Not really." You hoist yourself up onto the bathroom counter with a sigh. "I dreamed of Cairo."

Jotaro's shoulders stiffen. For a moment, you think he won't answer—but then he drops his eyes and mutters, "Me, too."

"Stars?"

"...Yeah."

You let the silence ruminate for a moment before hopping back to your feet with a deep sigh. "Come on, then. I'm freezing, I want a shower."

You wash and dress in simple black clothes. It feels appropriate for the day—it is one of mourning and respect, after all. And you've always sort of liked dressing in a polar opposite way to Jotaro. It calls attention to the both of you, draws eyes in the street, reminds you that you're still here, alive, still together and in love. You didn't die a thousand miles away from home.

Not like him.

Kakyoin's hometown is small and modest, and the same goes for the cemetery. You don't have to look for his headstone—you two come here every year on January sixteenth, after all. You pick your way across the grass silently, and you stoop down to press hydrangeas against the slab of marble.

And it's as it always is. You kneel, Jotaro stands. You both pray for his spirit, though you muse that if he hasn't found peace after eleven years he's probably shit out of luck by now. He's probably keeping himself around out of spite. Smug bastard.

You miss him so, so badly.

You feel his absence every time you wake at Jotaro's side, every time you take his hand and he has one left over, dangling emptily at his side. The age at which Kakyoin died has begun to feel younger and younger as the two of you grow older—and it's not all melancholy. You're married, after all. You're in love, unconditionally. But there is a gap there, too, always has been since that night against Dio eleven years ago.

You stand just as the hard earth is beginning to bite at you, hands shaking. Jotaro notices, because of course he does.

"Cold?" he asks, probably mostly to spare your feelings. You nod, and he grumbles under his breath as he envelopes your hand in one of his huge ones and tucks them deftly into his pocket. Jotaro always runs so, so warm—he was like your personal heater, travelling through planes of desert in winter at night all those years ago.

"You're warm," you tell him fondly. Jotaro casts a sideways look at you as you begin to leave the cemetery, as though trying to gauge if you're making fun of him. But you're not, of course. You're grateful.

After a moment of blank-faced scrutinisation, Jotaro's face softens ever so slightly, the way it sometimes did back in 1989 when he looked over you and Kakyoin, the way it seems to do so much more often these days as he sheds his teenage rage and sullenness.

"Yeah, it's freezing," he grunts, fingers squeezing yours gently. He's always so very gentle with you, always terrified of hurting you. He never could, which is something he has still yet to truly internalise. He's used to breaking things, your Jotaro. If only he knew how fast he'd held the three of you together. "We can catch a flight back to Tokyo tonight."

"Sounds good," you murmur. "We should spend Christmas here one year, you think? Kakyoin always talked about how nice this place was at Christmas."

Jotaro hums. "Not a bad idea. Erm... his mother did say we were always welcome. I dunno."

"I think he would've liked that," you murmur. "Hey. Thanks."

He blinks at you, expression just a touch bewildered. "What for?"

"Warming me up." Your hand squeezes his, lovingly, and Jotaro flushes and turns away, muttering profanity under his breath. You beam as you walk; in some ways, he really hasn't changed at all.

In some ways, neither have you. You're still dreaming of Cairo, staring up at the stars.

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