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perfectpaperbluebirds · 1 year

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Hi, i was wondering if you could write a fic in which (criminal minds) reid is really sick and hes late into work and so morgan goes to check on him and finds him glassy eyed and confused, he probably dosent realise hes late so morgan takes care of him and thinks about all the times reid as a kid would have had to take care of himself and like times he shoukd probably have been in the hospital but his mom couldnt take him because of the scitzophrenia (sp?) And so he isnt used to being taken care of and gets really confused as to everything morgan is doing (like morgan puts his hand on his forhead to measure his fever and reid is really confused and dosent understand why he is doing it or why he is there at all.) Sorry if thats too specific and feel free to take your own liberties, just thought it would be interesting and i think it would work great from the writing of yours i have read. <3 thank you.

Thanks for the prompt! Hope it was what you were looking for. I'm not even gonna apologize for how long this took to get out lol. This is just who I am. I will probably never change. But I appreciate that some of you still care enough to send me prompts.

CW: Canon typical mentions of k*illing and unsubs. Very brief.

Maybe Tomorrow Will Be Better

Spencer Reid was asleep on his couch when he was awakened by a knock at the door. At first he was very confused to find himself on the couch at all, since he wasn't the type to fall asleep in places that weren't his bed. It all came flooding back, though, when pain seared through his throat as he tried to swallow. Right on cue, his head started to throb and a chill raced its way up his spine– of course. He was sick. Had been for a while. He'd been asleep on the couch for a while, too. At least a day, he thought. Time was foggy ever since the fever kicked in.

The person on the other side of the door knocked again, making Spencer jump. He'd almost forgotten about them. He got his feet underneath himself and stood, shuffling to the door with a chesty cough. The nuisance that had started it all. He'd really been hoping he wouldn't need breathing treatments this time, but it was seeming more and more inevitable, as the cough was getting worse, not better.

At last he reached the door and unlocked it, swinging it open, too tired to bother with his usual safety rituals. If an unsub was going to kill him, today he'd go down without a fight, awful as he felt.

But of course it wasn't an unsub. It was Derek Morgan, which was somehow even more unbelievable.

"Morgan? What are you doing here?" Reid croaked, his voice only a husk of what it usually was.

"I was going to ask you the same question, kid. But I can see the answer for myself." Morgan quickly assessed his teammate, from the disheveled hair to the fever flush over his cheeks, to the way he clutched the doorway for support, trembling faintly. He'd never seen anyone looking more sick. "Still, you should've called someone. We were all waiting for you, and we got worried when your phone was turned off."

"Waiting where? Where was I supposed to be?" Reid asked groggily, panic rising in his chest.

"... At the bureau? Just like every Monday?" Morgan said with a worried frown.

"Wait, it's already Monday?" Reid's eyes widened as he ran a shaking hand through his hair. "I– I thought it was only Sunday…." His breath began to whistle in his chest in panic.

Now it was Morgan's eyes that widened. He reached out to clasp Spencer's shoulder reassuringly. "Hey, hey, take it easy kid. It's okay. No harm, no foul. It happens. Everyone misses things when they're sick. Calm down."

Reid sagged weakly against the door frame now, too tired now to support his own weight. "I don't miss things. I can't miss things," he mumbled, barely audible.

Morgan's eyebrows furrowed. "C'mon, let's get you back to bed. You need to lie down."

"I can get there myself," Reid muttered. He pushed himself off the door frame and shuffled over to collapse onto his makeshift bed, heaping the blankets back over himself with a miserable cough.

Without hesitation, Derek followed him in and perched on a chair across from him. "Do you need anything? Water, medicine?"

"I've got it under control," Spencer said huskily. "You can go, Morgan. Give the team my apologies. I'll be back to the office as soon as I can. Hopefully tomorrow."

"You're not going anywhere like this," the other agent said. "You can barely stand, man. Have you been to the doctor?"

"Haven't gotten that far yet. I will today if it doesn't start to clear up," Reid managed around a yawn.

"I'll take you right now. I can already see this isn't going to clear up on its own." Morgan stood quickly. "What can I grab for you? The sooner we go, the better."

“You don’t have to grab anything for me. I can handle this on my own.”

Spencer’s frustration was evident, weakened though it was behind the sickness and fatigue, but instead of being annoyed by his stubbornness like he usually would have been, Morgan’s heart softened further. He sat back down on the chair, scrutinizing the other man.

"I guess you're pretty used to doing the sick day thing by yourself, aren't you?" Morgan said slowly. "Not me. My mom wouldn't let us lift a finger if we had even a little cold. I kinda like being taken care of when I'm sick, so I guess I assume everyone else feels the same way."

Spencer was quiet for a long time. So long, Derek wondered if he fell back asleep, until he coughed long and hard.

"My mom… couldn't do that kind of stuff. I'm used to taking care of myself," Reid finally croaked.

Morgan nodded. "I get that. But I gotta wonder… your mom would have taken care of you when you were sick like this if she could have, right?"

"Of course!" Reid said indignantly. "Of course she would have. It was just her mental health. She didn't have the capacity back then."

"Exactly. Because everyone wants to make sure the people they care about are taken care of. Sickness brings that out in all of us. That's why I'm still sitting here right now, and why I'm taking you to the doctor before I leave. I care about you, Reid. That, and my mama taught me everyone should get a little extra attention when they're sick."

Instead of replying, Spencer broke into another harsh coughing fit. In no time he was struggling to breathe, so Derek rushed to his side and helped him sit up with a gentle arm behind his shoulders, holding him up until the coughing subsided. Even when he was quiet, though, the hectic flush lingered on the sick man's face, and the dizzy look in his eyes worried Derek. Before he could second guess himself, Morgan pressed a broad palm to the younger man's forehead.

From under his hand, Reid gave him a confused look. "What did you do that for?" the doctor asked after Morgan pulled his hand away.

"Haven't you ever had anyone feel you for a fever before?" came the reply.

"If you wanted to check my fever, you should have used a thermometer. That would be far more accurate than your hand," Reid said, still clearly confused.

Morgan chuckled. "You may know more than me about a lot of things, Reid, but there's some things I'll need to teach you about being taken care of when you're sick. Now let me help you up and find you a coat so we can take you to urgent care. That is the nastiest cough I've ever heard."

#crim/inal m/inds #der/ek mor/gan #spen/cer re/id #everyone is hotter with a fever #my writing #answered asks #ask box story

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wormstuck · 1 year

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Hey Cerrin. Have you ever met someone who's been like- An even match with you wits wise?

I feel like there's gotta be someone who's either outsmarted you or has made attempts to :o

CERRIN: HEHEHE!!! SORRY TO DISAPPOINT, BUT I HAVEN'T MET MY MATCH YET!!! NOT EVEN THE HEIRESS CAN LAND A HIT ON ME!!!

CERRIN: ...OKAY, MAYBE SHE LANDED A FEW!!! BUT THAT'S NOT THE POINT!!!

CERRIN: WE'RE TALKING WITS, RIGHT??? THAT MORBUK CHICK SEEMED PRETTY CONFIDENT!!! AND SHE'S A GOLDIE LIKE ME!!!

CERRIN: BUT ASIDE FROM THAT... NOPE!!!

CERRIN: SO IF YOU MEET ANYONE THAT LOOKS LIKE THEY'VE GOT HALF A THINK PAN OPERATIONAL, SEND 'EM MY WAY!!! I'M GETTING BORED OVER HERE!!!

#STOP HYPING HER UP DBJSSGMSSN #SHE'S GOING TO GET HERSELF KILLED #/lh #answered #cerrin osathi #cer...

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theresthesnitch · 2 years

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Hiiiii my dear! 🥰 8, 10, 11, 15…!!

Thank you, love!

Send me an ask from this list!

8. Post an out-of-context spoiler from a wip.

They're going to figure out if you can have sex while flying on a broomstick.

10. Do you work on multiple wips or stick to one fic at a time?

Multiple wips. Like so many WIPs at the same time. And sometimes literally at the same time. I'll often have 3 or 4 open at once.

11. Do you write scenes in order, or do you jump around?

Out of order about 85% of the time! I write the scene that is stuck in my head, or I can't get past it.

15. What’s your favorite time to write?

Ha! Whenever the mood strikes? Most commonly, I write in the evenings, like after 8 pm, but I'd love to write like 5-8 pm ish.

#snitch answers asks #fanfiction writing asks #cer is my fave ❤️

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gcldencrownofsorrow · 2 years

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Lyanna Stark [ @righteousmen ]

There is disdain in emerald eyes as she gazes at Lyanna. it strikes Cersei that the northern girl looks more like a Horse, than any other girl the Queen had ever seen. It seemed the north breed them for endurance rather than actual beauty. How Rhaegar could have prefered her over Cersei, was a mystery. and more importantly the fact that he had DIED for her was the cruelest joke the gods had played on the realm... For a second she wonders if Lyanna had gotten a wood witch to curse, the Silver prince - Finally the girl finally asks her Question, and the lion would have laughed if it was not so tragic. - Jealous? of Robert? if you are, you’re a bigger fool than you look. the Queen thinks. had it not been for the Crown atop Robert’s head, the she wolf would have been more than welcome to him. They would certainly make a striking pair, the Whoremonger king and his northern whore.

Finally the Queen smiles, a schooled and practiced look. “Of Course not. Why would i think that? it is not as though you have a history, for seducing married men- “ she stops, smile turning cruel. “ - Oh i’m so sorry. i didn’t mean to be insensitive. I trust you’ll forgive me.” - and leave me the fuck alone.

#righteousmen #Righteousmen; Lyanna #UNPLEASANT CERS #V UNPLEASANT #punching down is never the answer

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smeddiemunson · 1 year

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(part 1 here)

After they narrowly escape being fucked up by what Eddie had planned for them (a goblin ambush they were completely underprepared for), the Hellfire members took their sweet time in clearing up after themselves; an unspoken agreement between the older members to hang around long enough to see just how Eddie behaves around Steve.

Gareth didn’t think Dustin had figured it out. He just connected dots he doesn’t know are on the same playing board, Eddie’s mystery crush and Steve’s favourite song nothing more than a coincidence. Or at least Gareth hoped that’s how it’s playing out, he knew it took a lot, more than his posturing would ever imply, for Eddie to reveal his big secret to the band. He didn’t want Eddie to have to confront that again until he felt ready, even if it is just to some kids.

Jeff was kneeling on the floor, reaching under the table where he pretended to drop a bag of dice when Steve began to make his way down the stairs.

Over his shoulder he called out, “Thank you, Mrs Wheeler!”

Jeff didn’t see the way Eddie perked up just at the sound of his voice, but Gareth and Grant certainly did.

“Are you flirting with Mrs Wheeler again, Stevie?” Eddie teased, ignoring the way Mike retched and groaned about it being gross.

‘Stevie?’ Gareth mouthed to Grant, who just shrugged. Nicknames are a dime a dozen when Eddie decides he likes a person. Gareth had been Gare-Bear for as long as he’d known him, Jeff was Jeffy, and Grant got to be ad-Grant-age. Stevie was a bit different, Stevie was close, affectionate in a way that the nicknames that usually spilled from Eddie’s lips weren’t.

This was maybe worse than they thought.

The last crush Eddie had was there and gone almost in a blink of an eye. Connor from his home room who doodled stick figure drawings of their teachers to pass to Eddie every morning until the jocks got to him and Eddie was cast aside again. But for two precious weeks, Eddie was happy, nice, and didn’t freak when Grant snapped a guitar string that meant they couldn’t practise until he got his hands on a replacement.

This was wholly different. Steve didn’t even bat an eyelash at the affectionate tone, in fact, Gareth thought he saw a faint pinkness colour his cheeks; though he didn’t know if it was just the heat of the basement that did it.

“Convincing her you haven’t yet corrupted her children more like,” Steve laughed.

Jeff, who had now appeared from under the table, made a half aborted motion towards Mike that only Gareth and Grant could see from their side of the table. There was no question that Eddie had sunk his claws into Wheeler and the boy was fully corrupted. If they didn’t know better, they could’ve confused Mike for Eddie’s brother, the resemblance now so uncanny.

Eddie smiled. A real one that took up his whole face and made his eyes sparkle.

Definitely worse than they thought.

Steve turned to the kids. “Henderson, you’re with me. Byers you’re with Eddie. Sinclair, I trust you can walk next door without supervision?” He glanced at his watch while Lucas nodded as if this weren’t the first time he’d been questioned in such a way. “And we’ve got thirty minutes until curfew so get moving.”

The kids, naturally grumbled but they didn’t argue, which was yet another weird thing for the Corroded Coffin boys to experience. Those kids argued with everything.

“Oh hey, Ed, Argyle is getting in late Friday night so pool party at mine on Saturday. You in?” Steve dug his hands into the front pockets of his jeans, trying to act casual, as if he didn’t care about Eddie’s answer. But it was clear as day to Gareth, who didn’t even know him, that Steve really really cared.

Eddie’s face fell. “Sorry, band practice on Saturday. We’ve got a show coming up so…”

Gareth jumped in before he had to watch either of them start crying. “You can go after, Eddie. My mom’ll kill me if we spend all day in the garage anyway.”

Steve’s face lit up like it was Christmas morning.

Now Gareth couldn’t be certain, he wasn’t certain about anything in his life except for his love of Iron Maiden and the reality that he was never leaving Hawkins, but he was fairly sure Steve Harrington might just return Eddie’s feelings.

“Awesome! Hey, you guys should come too! It’s only gonna be a small thing: me, Robin, Nancy, Jonathan and his friend Argyle.”

“Um, thanks, but—“ Jeff cut off in his refusal with a groan as Gareth and Grant not so subtly dug their elbows into his stomach.

They were going to have to spend more time in the orbit of Eddie-and-Steve if Gareth was going to be able to figure out if feelings were a two way street. He wasn’t super excited about the prospect of spending all afternoon playing nice with rich kids, but he’d done worse things for the sake of making Eddie happy. He could do this as well.

“We’d love to!” Grant filled in a little too excitedly. Gareth shot him a look that hopefully conveyed his need to calm down.

“Where do you live?”

Steve smiled. “Teddy knows, he’s been enough times. Oh and you’re welcome to crash after, if you want. There’s enough space.”

“Teddy,” Gareth echoed. They all knew about Eddie’s mom’s nickname for him. Eddie’s dead mom’s nickname for him, and the way he never wanted a reminder.

Steve laughed. “Yeah because he’s just so cuddle-able!”

Eddie, through clenched teeth and a bright red blush, hissed. “Shut up.”

Oh and his eyes pleaded with Gareth to let it go, that they wouldn’t talk about it later.

Clue 5. Eddie was completely aware of how smitten he was.

“We’ll be there, Harrington,” Gareth said, the finality on the matter that Jeff would be arguing with him about later.

Steve smiled so wide it was almost blinding. He left with a squeeze to Eddie’s shoulder, hand lingering longer than necessary, and Dustin moaning about why the kids hadn’t been invited to a pool party.

There were two things Gareth knew for sure. One: Eddie wasn’t just crushing on Steve Harrington, he was well on his way to being in love with him. Two: Steve was either just the chillest guy alive (unlikely) or he returned Eddie’s feelings.

Either way, Gareth had some meddling to do.

(part 3)

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #my fic #gareth emerson #corroded coffin #this is getting away from me #if you asked to be tagged in part 2 i'm very sorry i haven't done that #it was really hard to keep track of and i didn't want to accidentally leave someone out

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wttcsms · 9 days

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repeat offender, hiromi higuruma.

pairing hiromi higuruma x f!reader word count 1.9k synopsis vignettes of hiromi higuruma's life, featuring his inevitable early-onset mid-life crisis, his disillusionment with the justice system, and how he can't seem to shake you off. content contains law partner's daughter!reader, no curses au, corporate/big law lawyer!hiromi, bratty, always trying to get a reaction out of him reader x just trying to survive the day hiromi, slight age gap (hiromi is 26, reader is 20), eventual smut in later parts, sfw but suggestiveauthor's notes something a bit different; just wanted to test out diff narrative formats lol (and also, this was the closest thing in my gdocs to being finished & i feel guilty for not giving y'all new content)

all the wrong dialogue options were chosen here

Despite the ceiling clearance being so high that it’s enough to make a man of his stature feel small and the fact that despite all the warm bodies in this banquet hall right now, it would still be more of a challenge to bump into someone rather than avoiding them; despite the fact that the air conditioning system must be working overtime since he hasn’t felt the need to shrug off his tuxedo jacket once, despite the fact that he’s free to leave at any time he wants since he’s already gone through the obligatory introductions and the empty pleasantries—

—despite it all, Hiromi Higuruma feels trapped. The walls are slowly closing in on him, and someone from across the massive room is laughing a bit too loudly, and the ceiling, with its intricate crown molding, feels like it’s going to collapse onto him at any second.

That’s the problem when you decide to be someone you’re not. He’s constantly on his toes, always having to look behind him, always trying to make sure his mask isn’t going to slip. Fresh out of law school. Top marks, top of his class, actually. As expected, as always.

Hiromi is used to setting the curve, so it doesn’t take him long to learn how these circles operate. Laugh at the right jokes, order the right drink, find the right people to praise, the right suit to wear — he’s good at figuring out the right answers to everything.

“The party’s never going to end, so if you feel like leaving, you might as well just go now.”

Hiromi turns to face the source of that sentence, only to have to glance downwards, taking in the sight of you. Glossy lips, long lashes, slinky gold gown clinging to the curves of your body. He swallows. Hard.

You smile. Sweetly.

“Before you go, though, you mind getting me a drink from the bar?” You point to the bar that’s across the room, the area Hiromi just left, one old-fashioned in his hand.

The first wrong thing Hiromi says is, “It’s an open bar.”

Your shining smile barely falters, but he catches the subtle curve of a frown almost taking shape.

“Do you really think I could fight off that crowd?” You give him a faux pout, one that only emphasizes the pretty shape of your lips.

Looking like that, he thinks you wouldn’t need to fight the crowd to get the bartender’s attention. Everyone would probably be clamoring for yours, actually. He doesn’t tell you this, though. Instead, he says, “Like you said, I might as well just go now.”

Boo. This stranger is no fun. What a waste of good looks, you think to yourself. Taking in the way his body fills out his suit, the tall bridge of his nose, the sharpness of his features — maybe it’s for the best that he’s no fun. You’re not sure how you would be able to keep your cool if he actually was interesting.

“Don’t just paraphrase. I remember saying that after telling you you should do that if you feel like leaving.”

He wonders what you’re doing here, at one of the biggest charity galas sponsored by the big law firm he’s going to be joining shortly after his graduation. There’s no way you’re a law student; only a select few final year students were invited in the first place. He can’t fathom you being someone’s plus-one; looking like that, he certainly wouldn’t be able to let you out of his grasp.

He doesn’t ask you anything, though. He doesn’t compliment you, or say anything that’s on his mind. Instead, he hands his half-empty glass to one of the catering employees walking by that’s collecting dirty glasses, and he tells you, “I’ll be heading out now. Good luck with the bar.”

It certainly wasn’t the right thing to say, but being a genius comes with some pressure. He figures he’s allowed to give out a few incorrect answers every once in a while.

apex predator

The click-clack of your four-inch heels making impact against the tiled floors of your father’s law firm serves as a signal to everyone that they need to seek immediate shelter (read: cower in the nearest coworker’s office) and try not to make direct eye contact with you.

When the boss’s daughter comes to visit, everyone’s on edge.

Everyone except the new hire.

Hiromi Higuruma is by no means slow on the uptake, but he’s clocking in the most billable hours out of everyone. Very rarely does he get a chance to take a break, and he doesn’t plan on wasting what few precious minutes of a break he can get on hiding from some brat whose single defining characteristic is sharing the same last name that’s plastered on this skyscraper of a building.

When he passes you by in the hallway, you catch a glimpse of him from the corner of your eye. Broad shoulders, slim waist, and a familiar slope of a nose bridge you’ve seen before. You almost falter in your footsteps — almost.

bucket list idea: fuck in an elevator

There’s something intimate about being in the same elevator as someone else.

When there’s a handful of people, it’s casual. Simple. Someone who forgot deodorant, someone who’s running late for work, someone who just burnt their tongue trying to drink their coffee too fast. All of it is mundane.

Being in an elevator where it’s just you and him — you haven’t decided yet if it’s a gift or a punishment.

“My father loves the work you’ve been doing,” You’re the first one to break the silence. You can only hope that he’ll be the first one to break the distance between you two: a respectful four feet apart.

Hiromi clears his throat, straightens his tie. He’s staring straight ahead, right at the shiny silver of the stainless steel doors. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me. I’m not the one who said anything about your work.”

The corners of his mouth almost turn up at that. He fights the urge to smile.

“Then thanks for the honesty.”

“Do you like that?” You ask him.

“Like what?”

“Honesty?” You ask it innocently enough, but when you give him those eyes, and make your lips form that pout, everything comes out sounding sultry. He’s convinced you could be reading his most recent M&A deal out loud to him and make it sound like you’re reading an erotic romance.

“Well, I’m a lawyer.” He finds that he has to bite back his smile when he’s around you. He stares at the slowly changing numbers on the screen. The two of you entered from the parking garage, and the elevator’s making its steady ascent to the thirtieth floor.

“So that’s a no.” You muse.

Hiromi makes no comment.

whatever pays the bills, i guess

Hiromi Higuruma, unlike every other undergrad trying to get into law school, does not take… creative liberties when it comes to his personal statement on why he wants to become a lawyer. Potential medical school students lie and say they want to “save lives” because “living with six-figure student loan debt for the first decade out of school and then making crazy bank afterwards seems like a good trade-off” just doesn’t sound very awe-inspiring, does it?

In another life, he thinks he’s probably a defense attorney. Representing the Little Guy. Keeping alive his desire to uphold the principles of justice and that the wrongfully accused receive fair representation. Even with the odds stacked against his client, he’s certain that he’s good enough to win their case.

However, the world is unfair. Doing the good thing rarely pays off. Being a good person doesn’t get you very far, either. One of his former classmates was such a bright, kind girl. Passionate statement of purpose, too. She applied to all the same law programs as Hiromi and got accepted to exactly zero of them.

Hiromi got into every single one, and his statement of purpose was honest, straight to the point, and damn-near clinically cold.

I need a competitive environment that takes pride in its intellectual rigor, but I have no desire to pursue medical school just to spend a decade in college and residency. Law school seems most appropriate for my needs.

who hired the intern?

Hiromi doesn’t know what you do around the firm, just that you’re constantly here.

Even when you’re not physically present, he still finds traces of you lingering everywhere. The scent of your perfume that sticks to the elevator’s walls, your now-empty medium sized iced matcha latte in the trashcan of the breakroom, whispers of your names when his colleagues are in the mood to gossip, the click-clack of your heels that he can hear from inside his office even though his door is closed.

He can’t tell if you’re just inescapable or if he’s constantly subconsciously seeking you out. He doesn’t want to know the answer.

What he does want to know the answer to is why you’re sitting on top of his desk at seven in the morning, your medium sized iced matcha latte in all its green glory (this is the first time he’s seen it full and not as an empty plastic cup in the trash). You’re wearing a fitted white button down with a gray wool skirt that will have the HR manager doing a wide-eyed double-take when you walk past her. Your legs are crossed, and Hiromi scolds himself for noticing.

He focuses on your face instead, upset to see that you’re still doing that unfair move of yours — that pout, those eyes.

“What are you doing in here?” Hiromi manages to get the words unstuck from his throat. He’s not even sure how you got the keys to his office, and then he remembers who your father is.

You smile brightly.

“My dad says I need some ‘resume-boosting’ activities, and how convenient is it that the firm is looking for an off-cycle intern?”

How convenient, indeed.

“Still doesn’t explain why you’re sitting on top of my desk.” During your chirpy exclamation, Hiromi manages to pull himself together. He’s getting a few steps closer to you. He’s not going to sit behind his desk, not yet, but his approach only serves to bring you two into closer proximity. If you stretch your legs, the pointy tips of your stilettos will brush against the fabric of his trousers.

“Well, every intern at the firm is apparently assigned a lawyer to work under. Y’know, to be a mentor.”

He can’t decide if he likes or detests where this is going.

“And,” you continue. “Dad only wants the best for me. It’d be, like, kind of suspicious to be working directly alongside my father, though.” Yes, Hiromi muses. Because getting a law internship at one of the most prestigious firms during your undergrad is certainly not suspicious at all. “So, the next best thing would be the so-called prodigal lawyer that everyone can’t stop praising. How convenient is it that you’re able to watch over an intern for the semester?”

“Very convenient.” Hiromi raises an eyebrow. “Are you going to get off my desk now? I can’t imagine you’ll be able to learn much if your back is going to be facing me when I’m sitting at my desk.”

“Whatever you say, sir.” You hop off the desk, gently tugging your skirt down in place. He keeps his eyes focused on your face the whole time.

#hiromi higuruma x reader #jjk x reader #jjk x you #one shot #drabble #fluff #imagine #jjk headcanons #hiromi higuruma x you

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cerberus-writes · 9 months

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hey, you alright buddy?

it's been an interesting time, but i think i'm doing okay-ish! thanks for checking in :)

(in other news, i've come crawling back to this blog with a game jam wip in tow, so uh. stay tuned! turns out i can't write anything unless i'm being held at gunpoint or there's a deadline set by someone else, bc when i set the deadlines, i know the boss is a pushover.)

#im gonna reorganise this whole blog eventually and clean it up i think it's driving me a bit insane LOL #cer answers

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lunatiqez · 4 months

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“INTO THE NEW YEAR” — Theodore “Laurie” x March Sister!Reader

IN WHICH . . . you and laurie have a mutual pining, but it is unknown to one another until he invites you to a walk on New Year’s Eve.

NOTES . . . i need to get back into writing, so what better way to do it than my hyperfixation ?! i love timothee and i love laurie sm. anyways, you can defffff see my meg bias in this fic. she deserves the world. happy new years!!!! heres to a great one 🍾.

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THANK YOU TO MY LOVES @lu-vin-it & @lemkay-luminary FOR PROOFREADING!!!! I LOVE MY BEST FRIENDS SO MUCH!!

“No one ever loved anything quite as much as you do,” Marmee would say as she caressed your cheekbone, lulling you to sleep. You were 7 then, and you had just got done crying because you weren’t allowed to keep a baby bunny you had found in the garden.

Everyone had always called you ‘peach,’ reminiscent of the fact that peaches were sweet and soft— just like you. You were pretty sure your childhood friend, Laurie, was the one to start it, but Amy claims it was her idea. You were the only March sister with a nickname that isn’t some variant of your real name.

“Peach!” Marmee called from the kitchen. You buried your head under your pillow, as you were too tired to respond to your mother.

“Peach!” she called again. You still didn’t respond.

“Y/N March!” finally shouted the woman, sounding irritated. You shot up and groaned.

“Coming!” You yelled back, the sudden use of your voice making your head hurt. You grumbled some more as you tossed the covers aside and dragged yourself down the stairs, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

“What?” You asked, yawning, “Why call me down so early?”

“It’s nearly 10, Peach, we let you sleep in.” Meg responded, as she chuckled to herself. You whined and sat down beside Meg. Marmee placed your plate in front of you and you all began eating. As you all conversed and enjoyed your breakfast, there was a knock at the door.

“I’ll get it!” Amy said as she practically jumped out of her chair and sped to the door. She opened it with a smile. You all wondered who it was until Amy spoke again.

“Laurie!” your sister cheered, giggling as a familiar voice greeted her.

“Hey, Amy! How are you?” Laurie asked her, bringing her into a hug and as he kissed her cheek kindly. You smiled at the boy’s presence. Truth be told, you had the slightest—no, biggest— crush on him. Not that you had ever told anyone.

“Oh, I’m great Laurie! How are you? It’s almost New Year’s!” Amy bombarded Laurie with words as he chuckled and responded to her chats. Then, she turned back to the dinner table.

“Marmee, can Laurie come in? Please?? We’re almost done eating anyhow!”

“I suppose, but only if you girls help clean the house afterwards.” Marmee agreed as she cut into a piece of sausage on her plate. Amy grabbed Laurie by his hand and led him into the living room.

The two of you shared a grin as you stood up to greet him and brought him into a hug. He held you tight against him, making you both snicker. He smelt of a musky, cedar-like scent that drew you in. It made you stick your face into the crook of his neck.

“Let’s go on a walk tonight, huh Peach? For the New Year?” he suggested. You pulled out of the hug, your hands still rested on the boy’s shoulders. You looked towards Marmee for her approval. She thought for a moment and nodded slightly.

“Can I come??” Asked Amy, Jo answered with a quick ‘no,’ saving you the trouble of having to reject your younger sister. Amy stared at you as she pouted. All you did was shrug.

“Sorry, Amy. Maybe next time?” You gave her a half-hearted smile as she slouched. Then, you turned your attention back to Laurie.

“11 tonight?” You nodded.

Laurence then stayed for a while longer, he talked to all the girls until around noon. When the boy left, you all went upstairs to your room. Amy and Jo began their usual passive-aggressive arguments and Meg sat on your bed and crossed her legs. She rested her hands on her knee and gave you a certain look. A look that she would only give you if she knew something was up.

“What?” you asked her innocently.

“You know what,” she said, elongating the “o” in “know”.

“No, I don’t know what. What are you looking at me for?” You repeated yourself. Meg rolled her eyes and smirked.

“Laurie? A walk? On New Year’s Eve?”

“..Yeah? So what?”

“So, it’s clear that he likes you!” By this time, the other girls had stopped bickering and were listening to the conversation.

You furrowed your brow. “No, no. Laurie sees us as friends, and friends only. That’s all. Just friends. Nothing more.”

“Oh come on, Y/N! Did you see the way he looked at you?” Meg exclaimed, you looked around to your other sisters for support.

“It did seem a little romantic,” Beth chimed in. “Even Marmee thought so.”

“Unfortunately, I have to agree with Beth.” Jo said, as she placed her hands on her hips and leaned her weight onto one foot. “It was— interesting. Seeing you two interact. There was definitely some tension.”

“But—“

“I don’t see it.” Amy interrupted, her arms crossed.

“Please, Amy,” Meg said, getting her to stop before she even started. Amy rolled her eyes and walked around the room, now uninterested.

“Y/N, he likes you! A lot!” Beth said.You continued to shake your head.

“Don’t think we haven’t noticed you, either. We know you like him too.” Jo sat down beside Meg and leaned towards you.

“What?!” You exclaimed, as you tried not to be so obvious.

“Mhm, we saw that hug. Don’t even attempt to deny it!”

“I—“ You started, but you couldn’t finish your sentence. “Have I really been that obvious?” You asked. Your sisters shared a look that made your mouth gape.

“Really?! I thought I was being discreet!”

“It’s not that big of a problem, Peach,” Meg assured you. “I mean, it’s about time you find a man that interests you..” She said with a slightly cheeky smile.

The five of you talked for a few hours more and went on with your day, until it was 10PM and Meg decided you needed to get ready.

She brought out your nicest evening dress, as she took her time to iron it carefully. Jo insisted on fixing your hair, but you refused due to the ‘Meg Incident’ in which Jo fried Meg’s hair clean off in an attempt to curl it. 10 minutes before a soirée.

Finally, by the time you were done, it was 10:45 and you sat on the couch, anxious as you waited for the arrival of Laurie. It was another 10 minutes before he knocked on the door. You looked at Meg and she nodded reassuringly. Then, you stood up and walked to the door. You opened it and there was Laurie, looking as handsome as ever. He handed you a bouquet of gorgeous flowers, consisting of your daisies, petunias, daffodils, and other bright colored flowers

“Oh, Laurie!” You gasped at the beautiful assortment. “Thank you! I love them!” You brought him into a hug, smiling widely.

“I knew you would. I remembered how you said that you liked these.” He chuckled nervously. You looked back at Meg, who gave you an “I told you so” look.

“Well, we should get going.” Laurie said. The two of you said your goodbyes and walked out the door.

When you got outside, you looked at each other and giggled like children. You walked in silence for a while, too nervous to say anything. You had a volcano of butterflies in your stomach ready to erupt at any moment.

Laurie led you to a quiet, peaceful spot and the two of you sat down by a small stream surrounded by gorgeous willow trees. Laurie laid on his back in the middle of the trees, a perfect view of the sky showed. You laid next to him and placed the flowers delicately aside. The two of you talked before silence fell again. It wasn’t awkward, though. It was a nice, comforting silence.

“It’s clear out tonight,” said Laurie, as he looked up at the bright stars. You followed his gaze towards the sky.

“I love stars, they’re so beautiful.” you said with a dreamy sigh. Laurie looked at you with a fond glint in his eye and smiled.

“Kind of like you.” He tried to say confidently, the darkness of the night thankfully masking his pink cheeks. You felt the butterflies finally explode as you tried to find something to say.

“The stars? Like me?” is all you could utter out, and it sounded more rude out loud than it did in your head. “I mean— thank you, Laurie. That’s really nice.” You kept your eyes glued to the sky, as you avoided any sort of contact.

“Of course.” Laurie said. He sounded slightly defeated, as if he hoped to hear something more out of you.

“Laurie, what time is it?” You asked him. He pulled a pocket watch from his vest pocket and squinted, letting his eyes adjust in the darkness.

“11:56,” He replied. “Almost New Year’s.”

“Really? It’s been that long already?” You asked him, as you sat up. He sat up with you. The two of you were parallel to each other with your knees tucked into your chests.

“Y/N, what are your plans for the future?” He asked you.

“Um, well..” You thought for a moment. “I want to move to the East Coast. Where it rains a lot. I want to raise a family and have a little cottage with a horse or three. Maybe a dog. I just want a family, I think. What about you? What do you want for your future?” Laurie paused.

“I don’t care where I am in my future. As long as…” He stopped, confusing you. You rested your chin on your knees and waited for him to continue. “As long as I’m with you, Y/N.”

“What?” You asked quietly, feeling your cheeks and ears burned in delightful shock.

“I said I want you in my future. All I want is you. All I’ve wanted is you, Peach.”

“Laurie.. I—“ He unintentionally cut you off.

“It’s killing me how bad I’ve wanted to tell you this.” He reaches for your hand and holds it. “I love you so much Y/N. I waited and I never complained because— because I want you to love me, Y/N. We can live out your future and I’ll do anything and everything in my power to make sure we live happy, and we can have the family you want, and I’ll get your horses and your dog and—“

“Laurie! Laurie..” You stopped him from rambling on, making sure he paid attention to you. “Laurie, I love you, too. I’ve loved you for a long, long, long time. I just— I thought you saw me as a friend. I thought you saw me like you did Meg— I never thought you could ever love me.”

Laurie sighed in relief and cupped your face in one hand. “I have always loved you, Y/N.”

Your eyes found each other in the dark and you pressed your foreheads together before you kissed each other gently. The kiss slowly got more passionate, more longing. When you pulled away, Laurie checked his watch again. It was 12:00AM.

He chuckled and squeezed your hand. “It’s 12. We kissed into the New Year.” You laughed as you squeezed his hand back.

“Did you really mean what you said? About the horses and the dog?” You asked Laurie with a smile.

“I guess I need to keep that promise, now, huh?”

“You definitely have to keep that promise now.”

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mamawasatesttube · 3 months

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Your Kenan/Kon fic got me curious to read more about Kenan, so I started catching up on the current super family stuff. My God. I don't know how you survive in these trenches

the short answer: i don't <3 i've perished and withered away <3

BUT YEAH SDLKFJLDKSL ITS SO FUCKING BAD. ITS SOOO BAD i need to keep reading new super-man because i trust gene luen yang with my life, however everything about the general prime earth continuity and whatever the shit is going on in infinite frontier with """everything is canon!!!""" and the goddamn lex luthor psychic bomb.......... genuinely i find it so hard to have fun with these comics because it's like they don't WANT you to think harder about any of it or engage with them beyond the most superficial level. which is why i tend to stay in a little postcrisis sandbox where i just take whatever bits and pieces of current comics spark joy and mix them in.

so in that sense you could say i am NOT surviving in these trenches. theyve killed me and my enjoyment sdkfhjkds its ROUGH out there. THAT SAID THO!!!! i hope you enjoy kenan :D <3 ive been enjoying what of his stuff ive read so far!!!! theres some definite kon parallels. konkenan rights...

#answers #cer-rata

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I decided to check out the asoiaf side of TikTok and, dear god, the takes on Jaime and Cersei's relationship are freaking garbage - like them having sex for the first time in the inn at age 15 and how Cersei started it... The fact that these theories are being spread to an even wider audience of idiots baffles me.

they should go back to regurgitating me and my trusted oomfies’ meta

#that kirby woman where r u when we need u most #ask #anyways so tired of cers grooming jaime takes pls enough #they were both 7 enough #i have so many unanswered asks #sorry i wasnt checking my inbox properly 😭#ill answer them later

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Multigender Survey Results Dec 2023: Language (part 1)

Number of pronouns

Participants were asked “How many sets of pronouns do you use?” (single selection) and participants whose pronouns differed depending on slightly were asked to answer what they used most often. The options provided were:

No pronouns: 2 (0.3%)

1 set of pronouns: 69 (9.3%) (nice)

2 sets of pronouns: 197 (26.5%)

3 sets of pronouns: 131 (17.6%)

4 sets of pronouns: 58 (7.8%)

5+ sets of pronouns: 98 (13.2%)

All pronouns: 72 (9.7%)

It changes regularly: 78 (10.5%)

Questioning: 38 (5.1%)

Number of pronouns vs number of genders

Participants’ answers to “How many sets of pronouns do you use?” and “How many genders do you identify as?” were compared and sorted into the following categories:

Number of pronouns is the same as the number of genders (for example, two genders and us two sets of pronouns): 109 (14.7%)

Number of pronouns is less than the number of genders (for example, all genders and one set of pronouns): 47 (6.3%)

Number of pronouns is more than the number of genders (for example, three genders and 5+ sets of pronouns): 56 (7.5%)

Number of pronouns and/or number of genders were non-numerical answers (for example, “I don’t know/I choose not to count them” for number of genders and all pronouns): 531 (71.5%)

Multiple pronouns

Participants were asked “If you use multiple pronouns, do you prefer that people use all of your pronouns interchangeably?” (single selection). The options provided were:

Yes, and it is misgendering if they don’t: 81 (10.9% of participants overall, 11.8% of participants who use multiple pronouns)

Yes, but I don’t mind if they stick to one set: 366 (49.3% of participants overall, 53.2% of participants who use multiple pronouns)

No, I prefer that people stick to one set: 47 (6.3% of participants overall, 6.8% of participants who use multiple pronouns)

I don’t have a preference: 126 (17.0% of participants overall, 18.3% of participants who use multiple pronouns)

I don’t use multiple pronouns: 55 (7.4%)

There was also an “other” option in which participants could write in their answer. Written in answers were divided into the following categories:

It depends on context: 19 (2.6% of participants overall, 2.8% of participants who use multiple pronouns)

It depends on the pronouns (for example, using he/him and she/her interchangeably is preferred, using just he/him is okay, using just she/her is considered misgendering): 18 (2.4% of participants overall, 2.6% of participants who use multiple pronouns)

Preferences change frequently: 13 (1.7% of participants overall, 1.9% of participants who use multiple pronouns)

Yes, and I don’t like it if people stick to one set, but I don’t consider it misgendering: 11 (1.5% of participants overall, 1.6% of participants who use multiple pronouns)

Other: 7 (0.9% of participants overall, 1.0% of participants who use multiple pronouns)

Most common pronouns

Participants were asked “What pronouns do you use?” (multiple selection). For participants who only used a given set of pronouns sometimes, they were asked to select those pronouns for this question. The options provided were:

He/him: 565 (76.0%)

She/her: 380 (51.1%)

They/them: 422 (56.8%)

It/its: 275 (37.0%)

Xe/xem: 199 (16.0%)

Fae/faer: 66 (8.9%)

Ey/em: 66 (8.9%)

Ze/hir: 52 (7.0%)

Ze/zir: 59 (7.9%)

Ae/aer: 53 (7.1%)

E/em: 53 (7.1%)

Ce/cer: 22 (3.0%)

No pronouns: 69 (9.3%)

Any/all pronouns: 135 (18.2%)

Any/all neos: 124 (16.6%)

Additionally, there was an “other” option in which participants could write in pronouns. With the given and written in pronouns combined, a total of 171 unique subject pronouns were used.

Honorifics

Participants were asked “Which of these honorifics would you want to be referred to with?” (multiple selection). The options provided were:

Ind.: 40 (5.4%)

Lady: 14 (1.9%)

M.: 151 (20.3%)

Masteress: 33 (4.4%)

Miss/Ms./Mrs.: 165 (22.2%)

Mistrum: 47 (6.3%)

Mr.: 339 (45.6%)

Mx.: 108 (14.5%)

Sir: 328 (44.1%)

Sirlady: 62 (8.3%)

No honorific: 311 (41.9%)

#survey results december 2023 #multigender #shoutout to no pronouns users. nice

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