#this will not arrive in time for christmas

[rafedarling]

Hai rafedarling,

I had an idea of reader visiting the set of Outer Banks with her son/daughter toddler. And the cast members are surprised who she is. Drew is mostly surprised she is there because of reader doesn't like crowds. And the reason she is out of the spotlight and doesn't go to premieres and that sort of things.

hii anon!! this one-shot is in another universe where reader and drew first born is a daughter.

𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

pairing: dad!drew starkey x mom!reader

summary: drew has always respected your choice to stay private, away from the spotlight, even as his career flourished. but when he asks if you’d bring your three-year-old daughter, noelle, to visit him on the outer banks set, you decide to step out of your comfort zone for him. the moment you and noe arrive, drew’s world lights up, and his castmates are both surprised and excited to finally meet the woman he adores and the daughter he never stops talking about.

warning(s): extreme fluff, drew being the best dad, noelle being an adorable ball of shyness, mentions of social anxiety, secondhand embarrassment, and an overwhelmingly sweet family moment.

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You adjusted the tiny sneakers on Noelle’s feet, making sure they were secure before glancing up at your daughter’s bright eyes. She sat on the bed, small hands gripping the fabric of her leggings, excitement practically vibrating off her little frame.

“Are you ready to meet Dada, Noe?”

You asked with a warm smile.

“Yes, Mama! I am so weady,”

She chirped, her innocent voice sounding like pure sunshine

Your heart swelled. Noelle had always been a daddy’s girl, even if she didn’t get to see Drew as often as she wanted when he was on set. He video-called every night, sending her voice messages, silly selfies, and sometimes even short bedtime stories when he couldn’t tuck her in himself.

But today was special.

Today, for the first time ever, you were taking her to visit Drew on the Outer Banks set.

You hesitated when he first asked. Not because you didn’t want to go you missed him just as much as Noe did but because you weren’t used to being in places filled with cameras, fans, or a sea of people who recognized Drew on sight. You had chosen privacy long ago, staying in the shadows while supporting him from afar. Even now, almost no one knew who you were beyond your name, and you preferred it that way.

But this was for Drew. And Noelle. And honestly… you missed him too much to let your own nerves get in the way.

“Alright,” you said, holding out your hand for Noelle to take.

“We are ready.”

She eagerly grabbed onto you, her tiny fingers curling around yours as the two of you made your way to the car. The drive wasn’t too long, only about thirty minutes, considering how lucky you were to live near the filming location. Noelle spent the ride singing her little songs, occasionally asking, “How much longer, Mama?” before going back to talking to her stuffed bunny.

When you finally arrived, your stomach tightened with nerves. You weren’t used to this. The idea of walking onto a set filled with actors, crew members, and people who knew Drew in a way you never really experienced firsthand was… intimidating.

But then, as soon as you stepped out of the car and unbuckled Noe from her car seat, you saw him.

Drew was standing near the entrance, shifting from foot to foot like an excited kid waiting for Christmas morning. His hands were stuffed into the pockets of his jeans, but the moment he spotted you and Noelle, his entire face lit up, his smile was so bright it rivaled the sun.

You squeezed Noelle’s hand gently.

“Noe, who’s that?” you asked softly, giving her a little shake to get her attention.

She looked up, eyes scanning the area until they locked onto Drew. Her face immediately mirrored his.

“DADA!”

Before you could react, she let go of your hand and sprinted toward him, her tiny legs moving as fast as they could. Drew didn’t even hesitate he dropped to his knees, arms outstretched, ready to catch her.

She crashed into him, giggling as he scooped her up and pressed a million kisses to her cheeks.

“Hi, my baby,”

Drew murmured against her hair, holding her close.

“I missed you so much.”

“I miss you, Dada,” she mumbled into his shoulder, arms locked tightly around his neck.

You walked toward them at a slower pace, adjusting your black mask and hat, feeling both relieved and oddly emotional at the reunion in front of you.

When you reached them, Drew tilted his head up, his eyes shining with nothing but love.

“Oh, my two favorite people on this entire planet,” he said, pulling you in for a hug. His lips found yours in a quick but tender kiss, his free hand resting on the small of your back. Then, he pressed another kiss to Noe’s head.

“Thank you for coming,” he murmured, his voice soft but filled with gratitude.

“I know you hate crowds, but—”

“Shhh,” you cut him off gently, smiling behind your mask.

“I’m happy to be here. Really.”

Drew’s eyes softened, searching yours like he wanted to make sure you weren’t just saying that for his sake. Then he grinned.

“Are we happy to be here, Noe?”

She lifted her head from his shoulder and nodded eagerly.

“Um hmm, Mama.”

Before Drew could respond, a new voice cut in.

“Oh my god, look who it is.”

You turned your head just in time to see Madison Bailey walking toward you, eyes wide with excitement.

You had seen her in interviews, heard Drew talk about her often, but this was your first time actually meeting her in person. And wow, she was just as gorgeous as she looked on screen.

“Hey, Y/N!” Madison grinned.

“Oh my gosh, first time meeting! Drew talks so much about you.”

You chuckled lightly.

“Hey, nice to finally meet you. I hope you’ve only heard the good things about me from him.”

Madison laughed.

“Oh, of course. And look who this little princess is.”

Noelle, suddenly shy, buried her face in Drew’s neck, her tiny fingers gripping his shirt.

Drew chuckled, rubbing her back soothingly.

“Noe, baby, can you say hi?”

Noelle hesitated, then peeked out just enough to whisper, “I’m… Noelle… Noelle Starkey.”

Madison melted on the spot.

“Oh my god. I’m in love.”

Drew beamed, pressing a kiss to Noe’s temple.

“She’s a heartbreaker already.”

Madison gently held out her hand.

“It’s so nice to meet you, Noelle.”

Noelle hesitated but, being the polite little girl she was, finally mumbled,

“Hi, Madison.”

Drew grinned.

“Hey, Noe, do you wanna meet all of Dada’s friends?”

Noelle peeked up at him, her shyness still lingering, but after a second, she gave a tiny nod.

And just like that, the entire Outer Banks cast became completely obsessed with her.

Jonathan and Chase immediately tried to win her over with goofy faces and silly voices. Carlacia called her “the most precious little human alive” and somehow managed to get Noelle to hold her hand for a few minutes. Rudy, being Rudy, had Noe giggling with a few exaggerated stories about her dad being a total dork on set (which Drew immediately denied, much to everyone’s amusement).

You mostly stayed by Drew’s side, quietly observing and enjoying the way he beamed with pride at Noe. Every time someone fawned over her, he would give you a little squeeze, like he was silently saying, We made this perfect little human.

Eventually, the day started to wind down, and Drew pulled you aside, holding Noelle close as she rested sleepily against his shoulder.

“Thank you,” he murmured.

You tilted your head.

“For what?”

“For coming. For letting everyone meet Noe. For stepping out of your comfort zone for me.”

You smiled softly.

“You’re worth it, Drew.”

His grip tightened around you, his eyes filled with nothing but love.

“So are you.”

[kaivenom]

One Piece Supernova's Masterlist

Link to the big Masterlist

The characters of each preference are put on the post itself

º·Preference·º

Being a baker and joining the strawhats Platonic

The straw Hat's men seeing you naked by accident (bonus: Law and Kidd)

What happens when you try to seduce them with a dance

One piece men first reaction to having a wet dream about you NSFW

How would they try to get your attention

The One Piece men reaction to you stealing their signature clothes

One Piece men small romantic Halloween season scenarios

Yandere!One piece Men x reader

Christmas drabbles

Thanking and kissing them on the cheek

Strawhat crew with a supernatural hunter!reader Platonic

Monkey D. Luffy

º·HCS·º

º·One-shots·º

Getting in trouble: you expect your day to go peacefully with your crew arriving to a new village until some boy with a straw hat messes your day.

Supernovas Victory Prize: a little plot, a lot of porn. Foursome of Luffy, Law and Kid with a requested Oc named Kyna. NSFW

Roronoa Zoro

º·HCS·º

Being a baker and joining the straw hats

º·One-shots·º

Sword vs Arrow: being the best archer and encountering the best swordsman on a village stop, made you two get a little competitive.

Vinsmoke Sanji

º·HCS·º

Being a baker and joining the straw hats

º·One-shots·º

Little Blonde Cook is hopelessly in love: the exact moment that Sanji finally realizes that he is in love with you.

Trafalgar Law

º·HCS·º

º·One-shots·º

A Bad Night: you start feeling a pressure on your chest, suffering from it you begin to walk thru the halls of the submarine until you get to the door of your captain.

Doctor's appointment: it's time for a semestral medical checking on the Heart's Pirate crew, but apparently the new member it's having an especial treatment. NSFW

Supernovas Victory Prize: a little plot, a lot of porn. Foursome of Luffy, Law and Kid with a requested Oc named Kyna. NSFW

Eustass Kidd

º·HCS·º

º·One-shots·º

Bar fight: you have been on Kidd's ship for a while now but you always seem to be a very calm person until the crew decides to go into a bar for a "fun" night and your feelings for your captain start to show.

Supernovas Victory Prize: a little plot, a lot of porn. Foursome of Luffy, Law and Kid with a requested Oc named Kyna. NSFW

Killer

º·HCS·º

º·One-shots·º

I want to see you: it's obvious that Killer and you like each other, he makes it even more obvious with every touch he give you, but you want to touch him too... you want to see the expressions he makes under the helmet.

Portgas D. Ace

Nothing Yet

Sabo

Nothing Yet

Special Mentions

Requested: Who out of the one piece men do you think would worship plus size reader?

Requested: Which One Piece men would accept so with small boobs? 👀

[promptedwordsmith]

What are the LaDS like at Christmas?

Really late but had this in my drafts for a really long time and didn't want to have to wait another year to post it <3

Caleb:

It was Christmas Eve, the air crisp with a gentle frost, and the house was wrapped in the quiet warmth of holiday lights. The faint scent of cinnamon and pine mingled in the air, the sound of carols softly playing in the background. Outside, the world was blanketed in snow, but inside, it was nothing but the comforting glow of the tree and the crackling of the fireplace.

Caleb stood by the window, his silhouette framed by the soft glow of the streetlights outside. He was still wearing his uniform, though he had taken off his jacket. His purple eyes were lost in thought, staring at the snowflakes that danced in the winter air. It wasn’t often that he allowed himself moments of calm like this—especially not with his responsibilities weighing so heavily on his shoulders—but tonight, he made an exception. Tonight, he was here, with you.

Turning away from the window, his gaze softened as he caught sight of you, nestled in the cozy armchair by the fire. A gentle smile tugged at his lips, a rare sight these days, one that was just for you. His footsteps were light on the hardwood floors as he approached, his presence familiar and grounding.

“Hey,” he murmured, his voice low and warm, like a promise you didn’t have to question. He crouched down beside you, reaching for your hand, his fingers brushing gently over yours, as though afraid you might disappear if he touched you too roughly.

You looked up at him, your heart swelling at the tenderness in his eyes. For all the weight of his duties, all the walls he put up, this side of Caleb—this gentle, romantic Caleb—was still there. He hadn’t forgotten how to love you in the quiet, simple ways that mattered most.

“I’m glad we’re here,” he said, his voice almost a whisper. “I don’t need anything more than this—just you, and... the quiet.”

You smiled, leaning into him as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. His warmth enveloped you, and for a moment, there was no Colonel, no coldness. Just Caleb, the man you had known all your life, and the man who still cherished you, even in the midst of everything that had changed.

“Happy Christmas,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, his breath warm against your skin.

In that moment, everything felt right. Even if it was fleeting, Caleb’s love was something you would hold onto—now, and always.

Rafayel

It was the night of Rafayel's latest exhibition, and you were there—not exactly for the art, but to make sure he didn’t disappear into the night again. Last time, Thomas had nearly lost his mind when Rafayel went missing for hours, leaving the gallery empty. Tonight, though, Rafayel spent the majority of the evening whining to you.

"I just want to go home, relax... Can't we leave already?" he grumbled, slouching against you, his eyes practically pleading with you.

You couldn’t help but laugh lightly, your heart warming at the sight of him. It was hard to imagine this carefree, childish side of him as the same person who, just moments ago, had been impeccably poised and professional as patrons arrived to admire his art.

"I thought you were supposed to be an artist," you teased, nudging him playfully.

"Ugh, I am an artist," he sighed, exasperated, but you knew the moment the crowd would thin, he’d turn back into his sulking self. Sure enough, the moment the room emptied and it was just the two of you, he slumped against you once more, his voice low and full of irritation.

"Is it time to leave yet?"

You giggled, shaking your head. His frustration was endearing, but you understood why he hated the bustle of it all. In truth, you were in the same boat. Though you’d been surrounded by art and people all evening, it felt like you hadn’t had much time together at all, and Rafayel hated that.

The second it was acceptable to leave, he was practically dragging you out the door. You tried to keep up as he moved quickly, a sense of urgency in his steps. You smiled to yourself—he was so impatient when it came to being away from you.

When you finally reached his studio home, Rafayel turned to you with a mischievous grin. “Wait outside,” he instructed, his tone sharp, and for a moment, you couldn’t help but frown.

It was December, and the cold air made your breath visible in the night. But you didn’t protest, curious as to what he had planned. It wasn’t long before Rafayel appeared at the door again, this time with a blindfold in hand. "Come on, just trust me," he said with a smile.

You allowed him to tie the blindfold over your eyes, the anticipation building with every passing second. He guided you carefully through the door, and when he finally removed the blindfold, the sight before you took your breath away.

The entire house was covered in sparkling decorations—glimmering lights, pine garlands, and little trinkets that looked like they’d been picked just for this moment. The room felt warm and alive, despite the chill outside. The holiday magic that you’d been missing, that had been absent from the exhibition, filled the air.

Before you could say a word, you turned to Rafayel, feeling overwhelmed by the beauty of the moment, and kissed him on the cheek.

His cheeks flushed bright red, his expression softening for a brief moment, but he quickly turned his head away, as if pretending the whole thing was no big deal. "It’s... nothing," he mumbled, though you could see the tiny, satisfied smile tugging at his lips.

The holidays felt so much more real in that quiet moment, and for once, it was just the two of you—no distractions, no exhibitions, just warmth, love, and the peace of knowing you finally had this time together.

Sylus

The evening air is crisp, tinged with the faint scent of snow, as Sylus leads you through the quiet streets, his hand warm against yours. You notice the subtle confidence in his stride, the way he carries himself, never rushing, as if time itself bends to his will. The flicker of nearby streetlights casts long shadows, but with him, everything feels different—safe, contained, almost serene.

You reach the restaurant, a lavish building tucked away from the usual bustle. Its exterior is adorned with wreaths of greenery and strands of gold lights, each one shimmering in the night. A private venue, reserved just for the two of you. No one else. The doors open before you can reach them, revealing the soft glow of candlelight spilling into the street.

Inside, the atmosphere is nothing short of magical. The restaurant is transformed—Christmas in every corner. Garlands of fresh pine stretch across the ceiling, dotted with twinkling fairy lights. A towering tree, adorned with delicate ornaments and a star that glows brighter than the rest, stands proudly by the window. The whole room smells like cinnamon and pine, an aroma that settles around you like a warm blanket.

He guides you to the center of the room, where a table for two sits beneath a canopy of softly glowing lights. A fire crackles in a hearth nearby, casting flickering shadows over the elegantly set table. Gold-rimmed glasses catch the light, and the soft clink of fine china seems to echo in the silence between you.

Sylus doesn’t speak immediately, only looking at you with that quiet, knowing smile. There’s a warmth in his gaze—something deeper than the usual sharpness, something softer, as if this night, this moment, means more than he’s willing to say.

When he finally speaks, his voice is smooth, low. "I thought it would be a night worth remembering," he says, his fingers brushing over your hand, lingering just a moment longer than necessary. "For you." His smile lingers, teasing, yet there's something unspoken in his tone, an unspoken sentiment wrapped in the cool, steady confidence of the man he is.

As the evening unfolds, the two of you dine beneath the glowing tree, laughter and conversation weaving effortlessly between the courses. The world outside fades away—only the warmth of his presence, the flicker of candlelight, and the glow of the tree remain.

When the dessert course arrives, a decadent chocolate soufflé, Sylus raises his glass to you. The glint of his red eyes, the soft curve of his smile, all speak of something deeper—a connection, a quiet promise that, just for tonight, all that matters is this moment.

Xavier

The scent of cinnamon and chocolate fills the apartment, curling through the air like something out of a dream. Outside, snow drapes over the city like a thick, quiet blanket, the streets empty, the world hushed. You glance at the clock—Tara was supposed to come, but with the storm growing worse, she sent a regretful text. Looks like it’s just the two of you tonight.

Not that you mind.

Across the room, Xavier stands near the kitchen, watching you with an unreadable expression. Not disinterest—no, something softer. Something almost hesitant, like he’s still figuring out why he’s here, in the warmth of your apartment, instead of out there in the cold.

“Xavier,” you say, turning toward him with a wooden spoon in hand, “don’t even think about coming in here.”

He blinks, tilting his head slightly. “I wasn’t.”

“You were.” You narrow your eyes at him, setting the spoon down with unnecessary dramatics. “I don’t trust you near open flames.”

He exhales, the closest thing to a laugh he ever really gives, and steps back—not far, but enough to lean against the wall and watch you work. The quiet hum of Christmas music plays in the background, something soft, something old, and for a while, the only sounds between you are the clink of mugs and the rustle of cookie dough being shaped.

When the cocoa is ready, you hand him a mug. He doesn’t drink right away. Instead, he just holds it, fingers curled around the warmth, gaze flickering from the string lights lining the windows to you, standing there in the glow of the Christmas tree.

You nudge his shoulder gently. “Come on, help me redecorate.”

The tree is already decorated—mostly. But as you start adjusting ornaments, he follows your lead, mimicking your movements with quiet focus. His hands are careful, precise, like he’s handling something far more delicate than a glass bauble. And when you get tangled in the strands of colored lights, Xavier’s breath catches for half a second.

You don’t notice at first. You just reach for him. “A little help?”

His fingers brush yours as he moves to untangle the lights, but instead of pulling away, he hesitates. The glow from the tree reflects in your eyes, soft and warm, and before he even thinks about it—

He lifts your hand and presses a kiss to your fingertips.

It’s barely there—a ghost of warmth against your skin. A silent moment, delicate and unspoken. He doesn’t say anything after, and neither do you. You don’t have to. Because in that small, fleeting gesture, you already know.

Zayne

It had been a long shift. The sterile hum of the hospital still lingered in Zayne’s mind as he stepped into the quiet apartment, the door clicking shut behind him. His coat was draped over his arm, his tie loosened, and his glasses were slightly askew from the long hours spent under bright, sterile lights.

He had promised himself he wouldn’t linger too long on the weight of his shift, but it was hard to shake off the exhaustion. He could feel the dull ache in his shoulders from the day’s work. Yet, as he entered the living room, all that seemed to melt away.

The soft glow of the Christmas lights twinkling across the room cast a gentle warmth in the air, bathing everything in a dreamy haze. The tree, draped in gold and silver, stood quietly in the corner. The scent of pine, mingled with the faint warmth of the lights, made everything feel still, serene.

And there, on the couch, was you. Wrapped in a blanket, tucked in a way that seemed effortless, yet perfect—like you had fallen asleep in a moment of pure peace. Zayne’s heart softened, a tenderness flickering in his chest. He could hardly bear the thought of disturbing you, but the sight of you—vulnerable, relaxed, and so very much a part of the calm in the room—compelled him to act.

He knelt down beside the couch, careful not to wake you. Gently, he lifted you in his arms, cradling you with the practiced care that came so naturally to him. His hands, strong yet tender, guided you to the bedroom, where he tucked you in, making sure the blanket draped perfectly around your shoulders. He leaned over you for a moment, his gaze soft, taking in the peaceful expression on your face.

Just as he was about to step back, your eyes fluttered open, the drowsiness still lingering in your gaze. You blinked, and then—slowly—your hand reached up to touch his face, a faint smile curling on your lips.

“Merry Christmas,” you whispered, your voice thick with sleep. You leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss on the tip of his nose.

Zayne froze, his heart stuttering for a moment. A warmth spread across his chest, something deeper than the exhaustion of the day.

“Merry Christmas,” he murmured back, his voice low, a small smile breaking through his usual stoic demeanor.

You nestled back into the pillows, and within moments, you were asleep again, your breathing slow and steady. He stood there for a moment longer, just watching, utterly enchanted by the simplicity of the moment—the way you had so effortlessly brought warmth into his life, even in the quietest of ways.

The soft Christmas lights blinked on, a calm, peaceful reminder of everything he held dear, especially you.

[mewhenimanangel]

need that, hamzahthefantastic

—synopsis. mandy invites you to hangout with some of her friends. christmas vlog vid

notes 🫧: guys i need hamzah bad

— 🐞

you sighed with content as you finally landed on an outfit you liked. it was a plain long sleeve with a pair of loose dark wash jeans, you weren’t sure what everyone else would be wearing so you picked something simple.

your phone buzzed, mandy asking if you were on your way to her house. you sent her a voice message as you threw on your coat and grabbed your keys along with your purse and phone.

mandy had invited you over to hang out with her, martin, and hamzah and his friends, who you knew from 4freakshow.

you'd never met chase and claire before, but you've hung out with martin and hamzah a few times with mandy.

you met her when she was in nursing school, becoming friends after a few awkward encounters. she introduced you to martin and after a while you met hamzah, in person at least, since the two of you already followed each other.

you parked your car outside their house and adjusted your lip gloss in the rearview. you were a little nervous for some reason. maybe it was the fact that you were late, maybe it was the new people you were meeting, or maybe it was the vlog.

you have your own youtube channel but being apart of other people's videos always made you feel a little awkward.

you texted mandy that you arrived and headed for the front door, martin opening it before you could knock.

"someone's a little late" martin joked as he let you inside. "oh my god i forgot you guys went bald. that was a freaking jumpscare." you teased.

mandy came up to give you a hug "i know, they look insane. i did not approve." she said  before you were introduced to chase and claire. chase walked up with the camera, focused on you. "hi youtube" you stuck out your tongue.

"now that y/n is finally here, the trio outfit is complete." claire handed you a set of pajamas, matching the ones her and mandy had on. you grinned and complimented the set before hamzah came out from the back hallway.

"oh hey, didn't know you got here already" he dapped you up. "boi yes you did, literally went to the bathroom to fix his hair" claire teased. "oh wait..." chase joined in, making you laugh.

"i don't know why he's got this freaking tuque on anyways. embrace the bald dude, embrace the skin." martin pulled his beanie down and rubbed hamzah's bald head, urging hamzah to push him away.

"yo! he just fucking sniffed me" hamzah laughed, grabbing his beanie from his hand. "we're just cucking the viewers i guess" martin said, leaving everyone just staring at him awkwardly.

"yeah anyways, y/n you could go change in my room" mandy told you. "heh, just be careful what you find in there" martin leaned into a shrug. "dude stop" hamzah flicked his hand over martin's head.

once you were changed, chase made you do a twirl for the camera and you posed before tripping out.

"so how come y/n gets a pajama set, but you said no to me?" martin asked mandy. "cause she's one of the girls and you're not a girl"

"plus nobody told you to wear them freak ass leggings boi" hamzah teased him and you laughed. he looked over at you, taking in the fact that he made you laugh.

hamzah always thought you were really pretty and cool, even back when you first followed each other during the 4freakshow days. you didn't even have a youtube channel back then, only posting random tiktoks he thought were funny.

"alright y'all let's get to baking, i'm hungry" chase said behind the camera before flipping it towards him.

you stood next to hamzah as claire pulled up the recipe on her tiktok and her, mandy, and chase got started on measuring things out.

“you can’t just do it willy nilly style brah, measure it” you told martin as he began pouring sugar into the mix. “sometimes you have to live life on the edge, y/n” martin scoffed.

as you continued baking the cookies, you realized how glad you were that you decided to come. martin and hamzah were always a hoot but you really liked claire and chase too.

“noo it was my legs and he said ‘you’re scratching your ass’” claire defended herself from chase and hamzah’s teasing. “girl no i was right behind you”

“we’re having booty cookies” “we got fucking booty flavor” you and hamzah joked at the same time, causing you to crack up and slap his arm.

you took your hand off, not expecting his bicep to be so strong. he nudged you with his elbow, still laughing.

“so, are you actually gonna help bake, y/n?” chase playfully raised his eyebrow. “right, standing here doing nothing” hamzah added. “oh bitch says you, who’s actually done nothing. mr. nonchalant baldhead.” you joked, grabbing the camera from chase and putting it in hamzah’s face.

“boi get outta here boi” he laughed.

while the cookies baked, you guys moved on to putting up the christmas tree. you sat down with chase and claire and began unfolding the branches of the tree. hamzah followed suit, taking a seat on the floor next to you.

rudy walked up to hamzah, who grabbed him with one hand under his belly and placed him in his lap. “awww rudy, who’s a cutie cootie coo. ah poochy poochy poo” you reached over hamzah’s leg to pet the dog.

you scratched behind his ear, unknowing of hamzah staring at you while you did it. “alright let’s put in some freaking work guys” claire said and hamzah lifted rudy into the couch behind him.

“why do you literally manhandle everything that comes your way?” you teased. “like in the video where you’re flinging around fish” hamzah just chuckled in response.

“wait chase, i like your leggings” claire said from behind the camera. “what these aren’t leggings?”

“i’m just saying i’ve never seen a boy wear leggings, it’s a compliment”

“they’re not leggings, they’re thermals! they’re long johns..long johns?” martin retorted, displaying his leg out in front of the other. “you’re wearing fucking leggings”

you and hamzah stifled your laughs in the corner as they continued and martin teared up, walking off with the camera as a bit. “claire you actually made him cry” you giggled.

you felt hamzah lean himself closer to you, taking advantage of the laughing fit everyone was in.

after a while, the cookies were done as you finished decorating the tree, adding a little christmas bunny along with everyone else’s personalized ornaments.

you turned around to hamzah manspreading on the couch, trying to ignore your thoughts about how sexy it was and followed everyone else into the kitchen.

you all iced the cookies before doing a taste test, “boi crumbl cookie could neverrrr” you joked, as the cookies actually turned out bad. “this shit is way too sweet oh my god” hamzah said, spitting his into the trash. “ew dude have some manners” martin scolded him.

once mandy ended the vlog, you all lounged around her living room until you got a emergency text from your roommate.

“bruh, my roommate messed up something with our dryer. i have to go” you frowned. “awww noooo” chase frowned with you. “it was really nice meeting you” he said. “yeah, you’re funny as fuck” claire added. “oh i love you” you hugged her before getting your coat off the rack.

“im so glad you actually came” mandy said. “well thanks for inviting me” you playfully stuck out your tongue. “i’ll see you next time we hang out in like four to six weeks” you said, sarcastically. “ugh tell me about it” she smiled as you dapped martin.

hamzah came out from the bathroom, “you’re leaving?” he asked. “yeah my roommate needs help” you pressed your lips together. “oh…..it was cool seeing you though” he dapped you up, pulling you into a small hug. “you too” you smiled, holding his hand a little longer before your phone buzzed again.

“anyways merry christmas and happy holidays everyone! byeeeee” you closed the door behind you and head for your car.

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Christmas with the Class (2024)

The halls of U.A. were buzzing with an energy you hadn't seen in weeks. It wasn't the usual hustle of hero training or exams. Today, there was a warmth in the air. Christmas Day had arrived, and as much as Bakugou would've preferred to be anywhere else, your class had a mandatory Christmas party. He was required to go.

You were walking towards the common room with a bag full of carefully wrapped gifts, each one meant for someone special. It was the first time you'd taken the time to pick out something for everyone, even Aizawa and All Might. You couldn't help but smile at the thought of the reactions they'd have.

Bakugou, however, had a different attitude. You'd barely seen him this morning. He had, after all, assumed he wouldn't need to go to the party, let alone participate in the gift exchange. You could tell by the look in his eyes that the concept of buying presents for the class had completely slipped his mind. His arms were folded as he leaned against the wall, a scowl on his face.

"Oi, what's with the bags?" Bakugou grumbled, glancing at the gift bag you were holding.

"Got something for everyone," you said, not looking at him. "Including you."

Bakugou's lips twitched in a scowl, but he didn't respond as you entered the party room. The rest of the class was already there, sitting around the large table. It wasn't a huge party, but everyone was excited. Christmas music played in the background, and lights twinkled around the room, adding to the cheerful atmosphere.

You noticed that, unlike the others, Bakugou had nothing in his hands. He shot you a pointed look when he noticed you had a bag full of presents. You could feel his unease, but you didn't call him out on it. It was kind of cute, in a way.

Ashido was the first to spot you. "Hey, (Y/n)! Come on, let's get this started!"

Everyone gathered around the table, and Aizawa, who had reluctantly agreed to join, stood near the door, looking entirely unimpressed by the idea of a Christmas party. The room fell into a happy kind of chaos as everyone exchanged pleasantries and small talk, each of you eagerly anticipating the gift exchange.

"Alright," All Might boomed, his usual energy somehow even more infectious today, "Let's start the gift exchange! Everyone ready?"

The moment was exciting, but you were already focusing on the little moments that made it all the more special. You had put a lot of thought into your gifts, and as you handed them out, you noticed how each one seemed to fit each person perfectly.

You handed Ashido a beautifully crafted notebook with a matching pen. Her eyes lit up. "Oh my god, I've wanted one like this for ages! Thank you!"

Kaminari, who had been itching to see his gift, received a box of his favorite limited-edition snacks. His usual playful grin softened. "This is the best. You actually listened to me."

For Kirishima, you had bought a set of weights that he could use in training. "(Y/n)," he said, looking genuinely moved, "This is perfect! I've been wanting to improve my strength. This is gonna come in handy. Thanks so much."

You handed Sero a set of cool stickers for his skateboards. He grinned wide, showing off his trademark mischievousness. "You seriously know the way to a guy's heart, (Y/n). Thanks!"

Todoroki received a high-end thermal flask with a sleek, minimalist design. His eyes softened as he held it. "I've been needing one of these. Thanks. It's perfect."

When you handed a carefully wrapped book to Iida, his eyes widened, clearly impressed. "I... I didn't even know they made a special edition of this! (Y/n), you've outdone yourself. This means a lot."

As you moved to Bakugou, you noticed that he hadn't said much throughout the gift exchange, his usual scowl softening only slightly when he saw you approach him. You handed him a small, simple box. He stared at it for a moment, his expression unreadable.

"You didn't have to," he muttered, though you could see the small glint of uncertainty in his eyes.

"Yeah, well," you said softly, "I wanted to."

He tore open the box to reveal a set of custom-made gloves, designed to help with his quirk. You'd noticed he was always complaining about the strain on his hands during training, so you thought it would be a perfect, practical gift. Bakugou was quiet as he stared at the gloves, his hands almost trembling slightly.

"...Thanks," he finally muttered, his voice thick with something you couldn't place.

You smiled at him, relieved by his acceptance. "You're welcome."

The gift exchange continued, and as you handed out the last of the presents, you turned your attention to your 2nd to final gift—the one for Aizawa. You walked over to him and handed him a small, unassuming box. He raised an eyebrow, clearly not expecting anything from you.

He opened it to reveal a set of high-quality, insulated coffee mugs, with a note on the side of the wrapping: "For when you need a break, sensei."

Aizawa's expression softened, just for a moment, before he gave you a quick nod. "Thanks. I'll put these to good use."

Finally, you turned to All Might, the last gift in hand. You'd gotten him a rare collector's edition of a manga series he loved back in the day. He talked about it to Midoriya once and you couldn't help but overhear. As he opened the gift, his eyes widened in surprise.

"This is incredible!" All Might laughed, clearly touched. "You're too kind, (Y/n). Thank you!"

The room was filled with smiles, laughter, and the soft hum of festive cheer. Even Aizawa's scowl softened a little. Everyone had gotten something meaningful, something that showed how well you knew them. It wasn't about the extravagance of the gift—it was the thought behind it.

But Bakugou... well, Bakugou was still standing there, clutching the gloves you'd given him, looking uncharacteristically thoughtful. And even if he didn't say it outright, the way he looked at you now told you everything you needed to know.

In his own way, he was starting to understand the joy of Christmas—of sharing little moments, of thoughtful gestures, and of knowing that someone cared enough to really pay attention.

The room filled with chatter as everyone exchanged thanks, and for the first time that night, Bakugou's usual gruffness softened just a little.

"Next year," he muttered, voice quieter than usual. "I'll do better, but only for you."

You smiled softly.

[calliecwrites]

Shifter HRT, part 8 – Return to Hyper City (11 Months)

I’m on the way back to Hyper City. It’s the middle of winter, there’s a bitter wind, and it’s almost dark even though it’s still only afternoon. The bus is empty. Hardly anyone’s heading out this way on a day like this. When I get off at the tiny village, all the shops are already shut. But I’m not here for the village – I’m once again following the ritual that takes me to another world.

Tonight I’m heading to the Hyper Light Festival, the winter festival at the crossroads of reality. This time I’m ready. I am enough, and this time I’m not running away.

Look closely, and it’s clear I’m not human anymore. More of my body has changed, and I’ve been practising. My bones and organs are still the same, so the forms I can take now are mostly ‘human plus’ – little tweaks and additions to the basic human shape. I’m learning, step by tiny step. I’m wearing a few subtle signs of my inhumanity – my ears are a bit longer and pointier, my tongue is slightly forked, and I’ve got a greenish tinge to most of my skin, except for a few parts that still haven’t changed. It’s quite the contrast with my red hair. This is the first colour change I’ve managed to do. Do shifters have a default colour when fluid? I’ve never gotten a clear answer. But if mine was going to be green, I’d be totally fine with that.

Why not bigger changes, when I’ve been playing with arms and legs and all kinds of things? Partly because I still can’t hold the big things for long. Small changes I can hold now with only a little bit of effort. And, uh, partly because my tops don’t have enough sleeves. Who’d have guessed that human clothes aren’t designed for that? But this time I’m wearing my T-shirt with ‘be goo, do crimes’ on it, and damn anyone who makes a fuss. I’ve been running on adrenaline since I stepped out of the house looking not entirely human – but it’s so quiet, there’s been no one here to notice.

When I arrive in Hyper City, I stop by the registration office to get my shapeshifter license. I’m still slightly annoyed that I have to do this at all – do they think I’m going to try taking over the city as soon as I can imitate someone important? – but I can’t put it off any longer. I’m now officially a ‘provisional physiological polymorph’, and I’ve got a card to prove it – meaning someone who will, eventually, be able to take on any form as part of how my body works, without using magic. Blob of goo that can turn into anything, basically. They do some kind of scan to identify which world I’m from, and note that down too. And now I’m accepting that there really is magic here – seeing it listed on an official form in a dusty government office is what finally convinces me. It’s not just super-advanced tech, like I’d assumed.

Then I head for the central plaza. I can hear music in the distance, and hints of tantalising smells drift on the wind. By the time I get close, the streets are packed. And the plaza itself is full of… everything.

Hyper City doesn’t just connect to our world, but to many worlds, and all their winter festivals come together here. Yes, the multiverse is real. People changing species isn’t the only mind-boggling thing in this city.

There are stalls selling crafts, people dancing, performing, wearing costumes and masks, music, enchanters, impossible sculptures held together by magic – and more. Unfamiliar and enticing smells waft from stalls selling food from across the worlds. I hear voices in a hundred languages. There are people telling stories, playing games, eating and drinking, all packed in side by side. I spot a giant Christmas tree with glowing globes clustered round it, and it’s only one tiny part of everything.

It’s so much. Almost too much. My mind is drinking in the details. But I’m starting to relax. Enjoying the spectacle. Anonymity in the crowd.

The buildings around the plaza are brightly lit. Globes of light drift overhead, and now and again there are people in the air, too. If I had any doubt there’s actual magic here, it’s gone. I briefly wonder if you can acquire magic if you come from a world without any – something to check up on later. In places, people are gathered around bonfires, or at shrines to more gods than I’ve ever heard of. At street level it’s dim, on purpose I think, and many people carry candles. As they move it’s like a slow river of lights winding between the stalls. Light is a common theme here, and warmth, and protection – light against the darkest time of the year.

Snowflakes flutter on the wind. The parts of me that are still human are cold, but the parts that have changed are comfortable even in this.

And in the crowd, here and there, I spot therians and otherkin at all stages of transition – people who started off with a human body, but were never really human on the inside – people like me. The ones early on are a patchwork of human parts and changed parts, just like I am. We’re still a minority even here, but for once, I don’t feel out of place. It lights me up inside like my first time at Pride. I can’t stop grinning. I mean, technically I could, because I’m a shifter and could rearrange my face enough for that, even at this stage… but you know what I mean. I don’t want to.

Someone catches my eye, over where the crowd is a bit thinner. It’s their colour I notice first – a gloopy orange, almost like syrup. Then I notice their arms are entirely made of goo, translucent and with no bones inside, and so is their hair. They must be a slime! I’ve been reading a few slimes’ transition journals online, and we have a lot in common – we’re on different routes to a similar place. I don’t know if our species are actually related, or if it’s convergent evolution, but either way – someone else who’s a gelatinous blob that can shape themselves however they like? Sounds like someone who gets it!

Before I even think about it, I’m slowly making my way closer through the crowd. And now I’m nervous as hell – going up to some random person in the real world, just because they’re kinda like me? But that was the whole reason for coming here. That’s what I was hoping might happen. The festival was just an excuse, really.

As I get closer, I see that the rest of their head is still opaque and human, aside from the orange tint to their skin. But their fingers are tipped with claws, their bare feet are bird-like with talons, and they have a little blob of goo like a rabbit’s tail on their back. Their clothes look very waterproof, even though it isn’t raining – and oh, that must be to stop their slime soaking into things. I haven’t had that problem yet, but can totally believe it’ll be a thing later.

And then I’m there, grinning nervously – and, yes, with excitement too. I form another arm – a bit awkwardly because of the too-small sleeves – and wave with all three.

“Hi?” I say. “I saw that you’re a slime and uh…”

“Oh, uh, hi!” they reply, waving back. “Uh, yeah, I am a slime… and so are you by the looks of things!” they add with a growing smile.

“Close,” I say, “I’m a shifter! But I’m gooey too.” I turn my third hand fluid for a moment.

They raise an eyebrow. “Oh neat – wait? Like a shapeshifter?”

“Yeah! Actually I guess there must be lots of kinds of shapeshifters here, with the whole multiverse thing. We just call ourselves ‘shifters’ for short. Or, well, sometimes the People of Change if we’re being poetic – ‘fluid as the ocean, wild as the wind’, that kind of thing…” My voice cracks slightly on that phrase, that’s been with me my whole life, focus of so much longing. Then I laugh gently, as I poke my human parts: “Which I’m not, yet, as you can see.”

“Oohh! I do like the ‘fluid as the ocean’ bit, kinda hits very close.” They raise their arm, rippling it like a wave.

I don’t immediately respond, only to realise I’m staring at their arm. I pull my gaze away. “Sorry,” I say, laughing awkwardly, “I think my mind is trying to figure out how to copy your colour, but I don’t know how to do orange yet. I only just figured out green.” I let the green fade away in places, my skin changing back to its original colour, before bringing the green back. “It’s a nice colour.”

The slime looks a little flustered. “Don’t think anyone’s ever said that to me before, that they wanna try my colour, or that I have a nice colour, not really sure how to respond to that, but thank you – can say I’m quite a fan, so would definitely recommend it when you can though.” They pause a second before continuing. “But, and, uh, sorry if this is kinda rude, but uh, you still kinda look part human, I was told you had to become something else before you could do shapeshifter stuff?”

“I just got straight on shifter HRT,” I say, shrugging, “there was no mention of anything else. But I’m not going to one of the doctors here – are you at Erian’s clinic?”

They frown a little. “Nah, I didn’t like all the gatekeepery stuff he was doing, so I found another provider who relied on informed consent – they said I had to pick another species first to act as a base for the additional shapeshifter meds. Kinda feeling a little cheated now, even if I’ve been enjoying becoming a slime.”

“But you’re at a proper doctor, right?” I say. “Not just… some person who figured out how to make this stuff? In hindsight, I probably should’ve done that – mine is very hands-off, and the whole thing is super experimental – kinda realising that now seeing other people’s stories online. But they’re a shifter too, they’re the only one who does this specific thing, and I was desperate, y’know?”

They nod. “Yeah, proper doctor ’nd all, but I totally get the desperation, fuck, if I’d known I could get straight on shapeshifter stuff I quite possibly woulda gone for that.” They pause for a moment, looking thoughtful. “Although, if it’s shady like ya say, I’m not sure how willing I’d be to trust it, at least the people I’m going through seem safe and all, even if they are kinda delaying/shortchanging me a bit.” Another pause, before, “You sure it’s safe ’nd all? I mean, it seems to be working for you, but,” they shrug, “there’s enough shit we have to deal with without our meds biting us in the ass too.”

“Yeah,” I nod, “that’s it, it is working, that’s what I’ve been telling myself. But my provider’s really secretive – doesn’t want anyone else figuring out the formula. And I’ve hardly had any support, only vaguely know what to expect at each stage, pretty sure they’re using a false name… Actually that does sound pretty bad when I say it. But it’s working, right? And,” gesturing around us, “I didn’t believe this place existed.”

“Does seem very shady, definitely,” they say. “I’ve been having checkups every six months, actually due my third soon. I’d be careful, as I said, don’t want this to bite ya in the ass. That being said, definitely seems like it’s working.” They gesture at my third arm. “Can’t wait to be able to do more altering of my shape, but I need more human parts to get converted.” They point at their chest. “Still got ribs and stuff under my clothes, which sucks, but given how much my stomach melting hurt, I’m worried about how my spine going’s gonna feel, so for once, slowly is actually preferable.”

I wince a bit. “Ooh, that sounds painful. But, yeah, same here,” I say, remembering how overwhelmed by phantom body parts I was last time I was in the city. “Human’s still my default, and I can’t hold big changes for long yet.” I let my third arm dissolve back into my body – it’s starting to get uncomfortable already. “I’m Callie, by the way. She/her.”

“Oh, right, introductions.” They chuckle awkwardly. “I’m Sandy, she/they, nice ta meet ya Callie.” She extends a claw. “I don’t know how much overlap it’ll have, but you’re also kinda gooey, so maybe it’ll help, but I’ve found if you practice taking and holding forms, eventually it becomes like muscle memory, even if I’m running out of muscles, but you can eventually just kinda take and hold stuff easily.” They gesture to their talons and claws. “Been working on these for a bit now, and now they’re second nature.” They quickly shift between a claw and a human hand, her slime suddenly becoming more fluid, before effortlessly switching back.

I’m envious, I can’t deny it – but it’s not the hopeless envy I would have felt before. Now it’s more like anticipation, knowing that soon I’ll be able to do that too.

“Small changes are getting to be easy like that,” I say. “But,” and I hold up my own hand, “it’s still all bones in here.” And then, with a grin, “Can’t wait to try wings though.” I look up at the orbs floating overhead. “I really want to fly – been dreaming about that for years.”

“Gods yes, I can’t wait to have wings.” She follows my gaze up. “Being able to fly up there would be wonderful…” She trails off wistfully. “Just the freedom to soar up in the air, seems just perfect.”

I try to form wings – not for the first time – but I just don’t have enough goo yet, and of course my clothes are in the way. “I’d have to cut holes in this first though,” I say, tapping my T-shirt.

Sandy smiles. “Yeah, I’ve started cutting tail holes in my clothes, now I can actually have one, even if it is only a small one, not looking forward to all the measuring it’ll take for wings. Although I am vaguely aware there are some shops in the city that are actually trying to cater to those of us with… less human physiology. Haven’t had a chance to check them out yet, but might be something to look into.”

“Oh, I will. Actually, that reminds me! Look at this.” I take out my shapeshifter license and show them. “Can you believe we have to have a license?!” And then I add, “But it’s kinda nice seeing it on something official.” I’m feeling a lot better about it than when I filled in the forms – seeing it actually written down, what I am, is making me smile.

Their eyes widen. “Oh? What’s that?” She leans in to get a better look. “‘Provisional Shapeshifter License’? Huh, didn’t know that was a thing. But wait, yeah, why do you need a license, isn’t it just something you do?”

“They think we’re dangerous or something.” I shrug. “I guess we could be if we wanted to. But that’s not going to happen with me, I don’t want power or… any of that. This is just for me.”

Sandy nods. “Yeah, exactly, I don’t want shapeshifting – when I get there – for power, I just want to, well, be whatever, and ultimately me. People get so up in arms about it for no reason.”

“Familiar feeling,” I say. I’m thinking, of course, about being trans back home. “But we’ve got all the others like us, and that’s… something. People who get it.”

“Mmm.” They nod. “It’s nice to have others like us, this whole conversation’s been wonderful, well except for learning that I might’ve been shafted by my supplier. But yeah, it’s been nice meeting other people going through all this stuff and making friends through it all, and it’s been especially nice to meet another shapeshifter… even if I’m not quite there yet, but like, you get it, is the point.”

We talk a while longer, sharing old dreams of shapeshifting, wandering through the plaza and pointing out things we’ve never seen before. Then, at last, it’s time for me to go, if I want to catch the bus home. We agree to keep in touch, and we hug – and I do my best to form two extra arms for that, though it’s still almost the limit of what I can do. We wave goodbye, and I head home smiling. New city, new world, new friend.

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This chapter is a collaboration with @sandyca5tle – whose Slime HRT was one of the stories that inspired me to start writing this in the first place – and takes place between the 14 month and 18 month chapters of Slime HRT. Go read it, it’s goo-d! Also featuring the Hyper Light Festival created by @nuggetofthesea.

And here’s how the provisional shapeshifter license looks, using the template from Slime HRT 25 months. The fields are explained fully over there, but briefly, the letters on the bottom row show what you can do now, with the letters in brackets showing what you’ll be able to do at the end of transition.

And now that we’re approaching the one-year mark, more changes are on the way – coming soon, in Part 9: Hunger!

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Campion Hall : An Iteration

Mr. Reed × Fem! Reader (18+)

Synopsis : Pt. 1 - Upon returning to Oxford, (y/n) struggles with the harsh realities of a long-distance relationship...

⚠️TW: Texting, College Setting, Mention of Possible SA, Depression & Stress Mentions, Female Masturbation, Age Gap, General Melancholy 📖

a/n : ◇ hi!! I'm not sure this is my best work, but efforts were made. Life has been throwing a lot at me lately, so it's possible this is all just incoherent drivel, but hopefully it's enjoyable incoherent drivel 😅

Lighting a votive and setting the record onto its platter, I adjust the needle precisely before timing its drop. I flick the speed switch, pad across the room, back to bed and there are few seconds of silence before bell tolls and:

'swingin in the back yard, pull up in your fast car, whistlin my name...'

Slinking back under the covers, I wrap Mr. Reed's cardigan taut around myself and shut my eyes to inhale the smoky cardamom scent of his cologne.

'heaven is a place on earth with you, tell me all the things you wanna do, I heard that you like the bad girls honey, is that true?'

I miss him, it's been a month since Christmas. I wish I could've stayed in America, is he as depressed as I am? If I tell him how much I miss him will I sound dramatic? Does he miss me like this? Need me like this? I reach down to the side of my bed, opening my 2 day old emotional support Ribena and swigging the last of it as I open WhatsApp.

Me: hey

Reed: Hello, (y/n). You're texting me at 2am why? x

Me: idk. Why r u up so late?

Reed: 7pm in Boulder. I think you'll find *you* are the one up late. What's up?

Me: miss u. Listening to video games 💕

Reed: Having a wallow? I assume you're in that tatty old sweater again as well?

I look myself over, the cardigan is not tatty in any way whatsoever, and sometimes I hate how well he can predict me.

Me: not tatty + smells like you, shut up pls

Reed: Promise you won't fall into an audio-fueled masochistic depression spiral without me around, please. Worried. x

Me: no need 2 worry, promise. Just a little down since new years

Reed: Flip the record. Track 3. Posthaste. x

A small smirk tugs at the corner of my mouth and I pop out of bed again, resetting the record and adjusting the player's needle. This time, a lighter, less wistful feeling takes hold as Lana informs me that:

'my pussy tastes like Pepsi cola, my eyes are wide like cherry pies-'

His eyes, hands, his lips, the words and sounds that fell from them, all instantly flood my mind and I can't help but smile. This time, when I let myself sink into a chair and shut my eyes, we're in his kitchen, kissing, dancing. In his bedroom, fucking. In his living room, speaking with a simmering undertone that could blister through the surface at any moment- goosebumps stipple my skin at the thought and I wish I was there now.

These memories immediately wash away my melancholy and reaffirm my feelings as reality. What we have isn't farce. I didn't imagine it. We're connected. We understand each other. He wants me. I am his national anthem. He is my million dollar man. We will reunite and it'll be just like it was.

Better than it was.

Me: thx. feeling better. u always know what i need. btw when can u visit?? 🥺💕

Reed: Been anticipating your needs since we met. Soonest I can manage is 3 weeks out, would be in town for 2 weeks then. Is that workable with your current course schedule?

Me: Yes! pls come!!

Reed: Campion Hall, was it?

Me: yeah, on brewer

Reed: I'll book something at the Ethos across the river and you can stay with me during that time. That way you won't miss any vital courses.

Me: "vital" as if my entire course schedule isn't just analysis 🙄

Reed: Maybe so, but I won't let you slip behind just because I'll be in town.

Me: understood, excited to see you!!

Reed: And I you.

Me: will there be proof of this excitement upon arrival?

Reed: Will there be proof of yours *prior* to my arrival? x

Me: if u want me you'll just have to fly over here and get me 😇

Reed: Patience. x

Me: posthaste

Reed: Insufferable girl. Can't wait to see you. Get some sleep.

He'll visit. He's coming. He's serious. About us. About me, and I can't stop grinning as I rise to blow out my candle, shut off the record player, and shimmy back under the covers.

I fall into a dead sleep almost immediately which turns out to be a good thing because at 9a.m. sharp, there's a frantic knock at my door. I already know who this is, what it's about, and he's lucky I'm well rested enough to deal with his bullshit this time.

I pad to the door, buttoning Mr. Reed's cardigan over my pajamas and yank it open.

The shrimp-postured, spindly, spotty imitation of manhood stood before me is this floor's premiere serial perv-turned-RA, Keiran. Rumors have circulated recently about him attempting to violate some poor freshers at a nearby pub and subsequently being banned, and his slimy demeanor has done nothing to quash them.

I paint on a simper anyways as I look him over, annoyed, and he returns the favor.

"Keiran! To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"(y/n), I don't know how many times I'm going to have to tell you to stop burning candles and playing your music so loud at all hours, but I figure one more couldn't hurt. Keep it down and pitch the candle, yeah?"

"Strong maybe."

"Make it a strong yes."

"But a strong yes from a woman would taint your sterling reputation,"

"I'll report you to the housing board."

"You wouldn't."

"I would."

"Why haven't you then?"

"Because..." his eyes travel my body in a way that makes me want to rip my skin off "because I believe... that you are capable of change." He punctuates this with a sympathetic expression and a stern nod and I can't help but roll my eyes at him.

"Keiran, listen, it's a candle and some very soft Lana Del Rey. Solution is simple. Take your ear off my wall. And your nose for that matter."

"I have never put any part of myself to your wall, and frankly, I resent the accusation." He declares, crossing his arms over his chest and looking down his nose at me like I owe him an apology. Which ranks high on the long list of things I've decided he'll never recieve from me.

"I'm sure you resent all sorts of accusations..." I mumble under my breath, looking around aimlessly.

"What?"

"Nothing. Look. If I want to burn a candle for less than an hour in the dead of night is it... really.... that big a deal?" I blink up at him like I'm truly sorry and it won't happen again. I'm not, it absolutely will, and he knows this.

So to really sell my repentance, I bring a few fingertips to the side of his arm, trailing up and down in little circles as I pout. He melts, flushing at the slightest contact and if he were an attractive or good person, that might read as endearing. His eyes snap to mine and he takes on a more serious tone as I retract my hand.

"Fine. This is your last warning, though. If I hear anything out of sorts, anything at all, from the other side of that wall past...erm... 10 p.m., that's a report! Mark my words." He points a finger at me in a way I'm sure he believes is threatening and I smile at him. Men are just too easy sometimes.

"Right. Thanks Special K, great chat!" I fling the door shut, clicking the lock just in case.

"Twenty-seventh bloody time..." I hear him mutter from the hallway, and have to stifle a cackle as his footsteps disappear.

At the end of a day of lectures and an entirely too wordy typed analysis of how Camus' influence comes through in the works of Sartre, I'm wiped.

I take a long chug of the water bottle I've stored in my bag and jam my keys into the door, shutting it behind me and flopping onto the plush single bed to check my phone's lockscreen. Tumblr notifications, course reminder emails, some article from Dad about not overworking yourself, Duolingo demands I stop neglecting the French language, Instagram : ☆*•Chels•*☆ liked your post, and finally, at the end of the list, WhatsApp.

Reed: Your dormitory hall is on Brewer St., what's the address number there?

I open the app and tap back :

5

Reed: Thanks. x

I don't respond, he'll be here in a few weeks and I don't want to seem over-eager.

As I'm settling in with a book and some tea, another frantic set of knocks at the door. I may kill him. I yank the door open and there's Keiran, stupid as ever.

"Right, so I was wondering if you'd like to maybe... go somewhere later? Like a drink type thing, downtown?"

"For the... its the fifth time now, yeah?" He shrugs, and as I cross my arms over my chest I wish he'd keep his eyes to himself "for the fifth time then, no. I would rather be struck dead than find myself alone with you in or out of public."

"And if I said I'd report you to the housing board?"

"You threaten to report me to the housing board every week! I'd report you to the ethics council. I'm sure they'd be very intrigued to hear about the recent and known exploits of their most devoted student life coordinator."

"The claims those girls are making are baseless and you know it."

"Hm... But they're not, are they? Three girls, don't know eachother, all know you, all at the pub that night saying you were picking at them, vulture you are... it'd be a PR nightmare for the university... their top boy turning out to be a complete creep."

"You wouldn't."

"I would. Now stop bothering me."

I close the door in his face and return to my tea, which has gone cold. Fucking Keiran. Fucking Jesuit college making men feel entitled. Today has been too much. As far as I knew previously, the allegations against him were just rumors, all but confirmed now though. Makes my skin crawl.

I open my phone and send Mr. Reed a quick message:

I really really miss you ☹️

I undress from the day, tossing my jeans, bra and long-sleeve into the hamper and throwing on a sleep shirt. Flopping onto the bed, I pop in earpods. I decide on 'Religion', and let my eyes close as I take in a few slow, deep breaths.

'everything is fine now, let sleeping dogs lay,

all our minds made up now,all our beds are made

no one's out of time, no

chips fall where they may

leave it all behind, let the ocean wash away'

My mind drifts naturally to Mr. Reed, what he might be doing... what we've done... what I need him to do to wash away all this stress... all this tension...

If he were here... he'd probably wrap me up in his arms. Let me go slack. Melt me just with his presence, strength supporting my weakness, hands cleansing me of all this with a few light, deft touches... the depression, the stress, the annoyance and anger...

'cause you're my religion, you're how I'm living

when all my friends say I should take some space

Well I can't envision, that for a minute

when I'm down on my knees, you're how I pray'

I can't take it, and let myself have something good for once, imagining my hands are his as I let them roam my body. I can just imagine what he'd say, what he'd do, if he saw me like this: flushed, hot, needy for him... how he'd tell me I'm dirty, naughty, impatient, unrestrained, a bad girl, a good girl, beautiful, glorious, Brilliant...

As my body unravels itself, I can almost hear him: 'not so contrarian now, are we?'

As I come down from climax I'm warm, buzzing, blissed out, at peace. He'll be here soon. It'll all be alright.

But damn is it going to be inconvenient in the meantime. I pluck the earpods from my head, snapping them into their case, and check my messages again. No response. I circulate through various social media accounts before my brain and body come to an agreement: it is time to sleep. And I do, dreamless and serene.

Around 10:45 a.m., I'm awoken again by a series of knocks, less urgent than yesterday's, I assume because even Keiran must tire of his own bullshit.

I drag myself to the door, well aware another verbal sparring session is underway, and swing it open without even looking up.

"Listen, K, while I marvel at your ability to chastise and objectify me at the same time, I also think you should shove-"

When I finally drag my gaze upward, it's not Keiran.

[tuulikannel]

(part II)

The boy walked down the street, briskly. Every step that brought him farther away from that place made him feel lighter, and he would have wanted to run, but he didn’t want to draw attention to himself.

“Good morning, Asano-kun!” someone still called at him in passing, and he waved his hand a little.

Asano-kun. Perhaps that really was his name. But if that man actually was his father… why had he called him that?

…perhaps because even he realized what a stupid name Gakushuu was and didn’t want to use it. The boy rolled his eyes a bit.

As the distance to the house grew, he started to calm down, and as he calmed down, he began to think. Maybe it had been a mistake to run away like that. He felt like he should have been able to handle this situation better. Now, he was out in the streets, without any idea where he was going. It was downright pathetic how he had allowed himself to be freaked out like that.

He patted his coat. There were a few bills and coins in one pocket, but that was all. He should have found more resources before he left. More money, or a credit card… he didn’t even have a phone. Well, that might be a good thing, at least they wouldn’t be able to track him via it.

They, he wondered as he spotted a bus and sprinted toward it, just about catching it. Who ‘they’? Who was he running from?

He used the coins to buy himself a ticket and sat down at the very end of the bus. The more he thought about it, the more he felt like he had been hasty to leave the way he did. Had there been a laptop in the room where he woke up? He thought so. He could have used that to do some research. On this ‘Asano Gakushuu’ who he supposedly was. Maybe on the man who claimed to be his father.

Now… he was on a bus on his way to god knew where, and all he had was – he dug all the money out of his pocket and counted it – 4203 yen. He would not get far with that.

Oh well. He sat back, watched the view from the window and let the bus carry him through this city he could have sworn he had never seen before. He got away, that was the most important thing.

He rode on the bus for half an hour, then decided to jump off. The bus had arrived at a busy business district, and he allowed himself to be swept away along the masses of people.

Was this his home city, he wondered as he watched the towering buildings and their flashing advertisements. Had he lived here all his life? Why couldn’t he remember a single thing? As big as the city was, of course, it was possible he hadn’t been to this part of it… but he doubted that. This seemed like a pretty central area.

He paused to look at a shop window with Christmas decorations. So it was December? No wonder it was quite chilly… good thing he had taken the coat. If only he had grasped some gloves too… He buried his hands into his pockets and once again cursed himself for leaving so hastily.

As he turned away from the shop window his eyes stopped on a café, and he realized he was a little hungry. True… he hadn’t had any breakfast. He fingered hesitantly the few bills inside his pocket. He shouldn’t waste them in a café… there were other places where he could get something to eat for much cheaper.

Even so he walked in. Big difference… he’d be out of money soon enough, anyway.

So, what should he order, he wondered as he stood in the line. Coffee? Did he like coffee? And if he did, what kind? Black…? Maybe… he had a feeling he took it as strong as possible.

“Latte, please,” he still heard himself saying when it was his turn. He also ordered a sandwich and waved a sad goodbye to a thousand yen bill.

The latte was good. It seemed to have been the right decision. He took his time eating, trying to form a plan. The lack of money was truly a problem. He would be able to spend one night at net café, maybe two, if he found a cheap one, but after that… he’d be broke. And that would leave no money for other things, like food. He took another bite of the sandwich, savoring its taste. It really had been stupid to buy all this, hadn’t it? At least he should have found a cheaper café.

Still… could he really expect that the situation would be somehow fixed in a day or two? Unlikely. He didn’t know much about amnesia, but even though he was quite sure it could be temporary, he didn’t even know what had caused his. He touched his head, carefully. It didn’t feel like he had hit his head. Brain damage was unlikely. He felt quite healthy, too, so a high fever most likely wasn’t the cause either. Seizure? Great shock?

He lowered his hands to the table with a sigh. Who knew. But given how severe this was, he couldn’t trust that it would simply go away just like that.

So what were his options? Go to the police, or to a hospital? But… if that man had told him the truth, wouldn’t they just send him back to the place he had just escaped…

But what else could he do? He needed money, but without any kind of an id, without address, without a name, where could he find work? He was a minor, too, and even though he could lie his age, that didn’t remove the other problems. Perhaps…

“Look at that!” a voice exclaimed. “Is Ace-kun skipping school?”

He looked up and saw a redheaded boy, about his age, approaching his table. There was something familiar about him. As he stared at the redhead, trying to remember a name, the boy plopped down to sit opposite to him, grinning widely.

“Or are you here for some important presidential business? Huh? Ace-kun?”

“Ace-kun,” he repeated, tasting the words and ignoring the rest of the nonsense the redhead had said. Hmm. Well, better than Gakushuu, maybe. “Why… do you call me that?”

The redhead tilted his head a bit, watching him curiously. “Huh? You seriously asking that? You, the Ace of Kunugigaoka?”

“Kunugigaoka,” he repeated, again rolling the syllables slowly on his tongue. That name… was not without a meaning. He just didn’t know the meaning.

He looked at the redhead and noted that underneath his black coat, he was wearing a school uniform similar to his. So, they went to the same school? Perhaps they even were classmates. Kunugigaoka… would that be the school?

“Can I borrow your phone?” he asked, and the redhead’s eyes widened a bit at the sudden question.

“My phone? Something wrong with yours?”

“I don’t have it with me.”

The other gave him a long look. Then he shrugged a little. “Sure. But I want to see what you do with it.”

He took the phone, nodding slightly, and opened a web browser. He typed in Asano Gakushuu, and the redhead snorted.

“What, you borrowed my phone to google yourself?”

He said nothing, just scrolled down the search results that were quite numerous. So it really was his name. And he seemed to be quite an accomplished person. And the student council president of Kunugigaoka… well, it all made sense to him.

He added ‘father’ into the search after his name, and sure enough, that man’s face appeared on the screen. Damn it. So that was true, too.

Apparently his father was the board chairman of the school, and had made himself name as a reformer of education. None of that explained why he felt like he should stay as far away as possible from this father of his.

He gave the phone away. “Thanks.”

The redhead took the phone, watching him curiously. “What’s going on?” he asked.

The boy gave him a long look. Until now, the redhead’s tone had had a mocking quality to it. This question was serious.

If only he remembered who this boy was. Someone he knew, definitely. Someone…who got on his nerves? But even so…

He bit his lip, considering. He truly didn’t have many options here.

“I need a place to stay,” he said quietly. “At least for a few days. You have any idea where I could go?”

The redhead stared at him. “Wait, you’re asking me? For real? Ace-kun is asking me for help?”

He sighed, a little annoyed. “I know,” he said, and he did know. “You’re… a bothersome person. But nevertheless, still someone I… respect. So…”

“Have you hit your head or something?”

The boy shook his head. “I considered it, but I don’t think so. But… please. I can’t go back… home.” It still felt wrong to refer to that place as home, but apparently it truly was that.

“Why?” the redhead asked, and he said nothing. It wasn’t like he could have explained it.

“Does this have something to do with that psycho father of yours?” the redhead went on as the silence stretched.

Psycho, huh. So perhaps his gut feeling wasn’t that wrong. “Perhaps,” he just said.

The other just kept on staring at him, amber eyes unblinking and sharp. “I just don’t get… why are you asking me of all people? Why don’t you go to those minions of yours?”

Minions, huh, he wondered, feeling a little disturbed. But he needed to say something.

“Just because of that,” he hazarded. “It’s… unlikely that anyone would ask you about me.”

“True.” He nodded slowly, but something about his eyes said that he wasn’t quite convinced. Then he grinned. “Well, I got to say I’m intrigued. So… sure. You can stay at my place.”

“Really?” He hadn’t been expecting that. “Are you sure your parents are ok with that?”

The redhead shrugged. “Doesn’t matter, they’re not home.”

“Thank you, then,” he said gravely, and for some reason the redhead frowned, giving him a long look. “That is a great help.”

“Hmm.” The other reached suddenly across the table, touching his forehead.

He pulled back a little. Why did everyone do that? “What?”

“Sorry, just wondering if you’ve a fever or something.”

“I do understand if you think I’m behaving weirdly,” he replied, and he did. His behavior must be quite different from usual. Most likely their relationship wasn’t that good… perhaps it had been a mistake to ask this boy for help. He would have to be careful with how much he told him. “There are reasons for everything… but I can’t tell you details yet.”

“Even though I’m taking you in, huh?”

“Yes,” he just replied levelly. “I’m sorry,” he added then. “I really am thankful.”

The redhead blinked. “Fine then, Ace-kun,” he said after a short silence. “You’re welcome, I guess? But I’m sure you know this… I’m gonna do my damnedest to uncover your secret.” He flashed him a wolfy grin.

The boy shrugged. “Fair, I guess.” In all honesty, he was mainly relieved. This took care of the immediate problem of finding a place to stay, anyway. “It sort of feels like fate, don’t you think,” he said thoughtfully. “You know… randomly meeting someone I know amid all these people.”

“Hmm. Maybe it’s just karma.” The redhead smirked a little, and it felt like this was some kind of a joke.

“What do you mean?”

A moment they stared at each other. The redhead blinked slowly. “You know… it is my name.”

“Karma?” he confirmed, just in case. The other frowned. Right. If they knew each other, he should have known his name. “Yeah… we both have sure been blessed with imaginative parents, haven’t we?” he just said dryly. “I’ve always found it hard to believe that actually is your real name… but I guess I’m not one to talk, huh?”

He wasn’t quite sure how well the redhead fell for his attempt to make it seem like he totally knew his name. At least the other – Karma – didn’t say anything.

He finished his latte. “Shall we go then? Or are you planning to get something?”

“Nah.” Karma shook his head. “I just came in cause I saw you in the window.”

They left the café. “So, you want to head straight away to my place, or…?” Karma asked.

He considered the matter. A place to stay, good. But money was still a problem. He should get some necessities, and it wasn’t like he could be wearing the same clothes day after day. Was it too much to ask Karma to get him something?

“Let’s go there for now,” he just said. He needed to think about all this.

So so so... I'm sick, and for whatever reason my brain decided that this is a good time to start writing an amnesiac Asano fic. I've so many other fics in the works that I don't know if I'll ever continue this, which is why I decided to post it here. Mainly I just had this one scene in my mind, and wanted to use this chance to have Shuu say something to his father.

But yeah. Here's a little untitled fic snippet for you, about 1000 words.

One cold December morning a boy woke up. He was lying on his back in a bed, and he remained there a good while, absolutely still, staring at the ceiling. Gradually, the frown on his face deepened.

Where… was he?

He sat up, looking at the room. A desk with schoolbooks on it, a bag on the floor, clothes set ready on a chair… were those his clothes? He touched them, hesitantly. There was something familiar about them, true…

Still confused, he decided to dress up. Whatever was going on, better not to face it in the pyjamas.

He gave the desk with the books one more glance and slipped quietly out of the room. The empty corridor behind the door was quiet and gloomy. He swallowed and started walking it down, instinctively stepping as quietly as he could. He took careful peeks into the rooms he passed, but there was nothing familiar in them, nothing to solve this mystery.

Ah, a toilet. That might be a good idea, no matter what was going on.

As he was washing his hands, his eyes fell on himself in the mirror, and he paused. Wait, was that what he looked like? Strawberry blond hair, violet eyes… He blinked, touching his cheek. Yeah. That was him.

Him…

He… who was he?

“My name is,” he started to say to his mirror image, but no name came to his tongue. “My name is,” he repeated more strongly, but to no avail. Nothing. His mind was empty.

His heartbeat sped up as he stared at himself, trying fervently to think. Who was he? Where did he come from? What did he do, what did he like?

He didn’t have a clue.

Also… what was this place he was in? His home? That would make sense, but… he pushed the toilet door open and shot a careful glance around.

This didn’t feel like home.

He didn’t know where he was, but he did know that he wanted to get out of there.

He came down the stairs, making his way slowly through the house, trying to spot a single detail that would seem familiar. Nothing. Step by step his nervousness rose, and he could feel his breath getting caught in his throat.

In the kitchen, there was a man sitting by a table, drinking coffee while reading something on his laptop. The boy paused at the doorway, wondering if he shouldn’t just go on, but the man had already noticed him. He gave the boy a curt glance.

“Sleeping late today, Asano-kun?” he said.

The boy blinked. “Asano… kun? Is that my name?”

The man lowered his coffee mug to the table, frowning at him.

“Is this some kind of a joke? Or are you implying you’re going to leave the family and pick a different name? Well, you’re free to do that once you’re an adult. For now, as long as you live in this house, you are still Asano Gakushuu.”

There was a long silence as the two stared at each other. The frown on the man’s face deepened as he looked into the boy’s eyes that reflected nothing but honest confusion.

“What are…?” he started to say, but the boy shook fervently his head.

“Are you serious? That’s my name? What the hell… why am I called ‘study’?”

“It’s written with the kanji for learning and excellence, you know,” the man started to explain, his tone hesitant, but the boy (Gakushuu? What the hell! He would not be called that) cut him off again.

“If that really is my name, I think I am gonna change it! It’s ridiculous!”

He was growing increasingly agitated. What was going on here? Was he caught in some strange nightmare? This house that made him so nervous, not to talk about this man… and that ridiculous name. This couldn’t be real.

“I’m dreaming,” he muttered, squeezing his eyes shut. “This got to be a dream…”

A chair scraped against the floor as the man stood up. “Are you truly trying to say you can’t remember anything? Gakushuu?” A hand touched his forehead and he instinctively drew back. Opening his eyes, he found himself staring straight into the man’s. That unblinking, piercing stare made him feel cold inside, and he took another step back.

“Or is this some plot of yours?” the man went on, but he couldn’t really pay attention to what he was saying. Being so close to this man… made him even more nervous than this house. “What are you planning to accomplish? Amnesia is a serious matter, not something to joke about!”

“Who the hell are you, anyway?” the boy spat out, ignoring everything he had said.

The man paused. As he stared at the boy in front of him, the sterness on his face gave way to hesitation. “I… I’m your father,” he said then.

“No.” The boy denied it firmly, unhesitatingly, without even pausing to think about it. “No, you… you can’t be.”

“But…” Now the man seemed to be at a loss. Something about that amused the boy, but even so, he couldn’t help being on his guard. This man was dangerous. He knew that much.

“But,” the man repeated and swallowed. “If you don’t remember, how could you know…?”

“It doesn’t feel right,” he said. “I just can’t… can’t believe that you…” He shook his head. “There’s no way that’d be true. You’re not my father. Can’t be. You’re someone… I...” detest, he was about to say, but his voice trailed off. Was it a good idea to antagonize this man?

The man stared at him long and hard, his face utterly unreadable. “Wait here,” he muttered then. “Wait. I… I need to make a phone call.” He left the kitchen, fishing out a phone from his pocket.

The boy waited a moment, tiptoed then out and peeking into the living room, saw him standing by the window, talking with someone on the phone. Good. This was his chance.

Moving as quietly as he could he headed to the front door, put on shoes (interesting that there were clearly several shoes that could be his), grasped a coat and slipped out.

Leaving the house behind he finally felt like he could breathe again.

(tbc??? who knows, if I get inspiration)

[heybabybird]

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[nutoka]

I don’t know if anyone has mentioned this before but I quite like the idea of a Red Dwarf version of A Christmas Carol.

Rimmer obviously being the Scrooge personality character in the story. Because idk it just… fits you know.

The Marley ghost character could be someone from the old Red Dwarf crew. (Well any one of them could be electronic ghosts like Rimmer really). For this example I can’t choose between George McIntyre or Frank Todhunter. Either way Rimmer won’t be friendly in their presence as they warn him to live death better I guess.

Ghost of Christmas Past: Kryten because he can access Rimmer’s memories and talk him through how he was as a child who was normally unloved and always studying. A bit like Scrooge’s upbringing. I would like to think the Belle character would be Nirvanah Crane cus Rimmer’s tragic love story has to be there somewhere.

Ghost of Christmas Present: Cat because of his sheer energy and I believe he would be the most festive out of any of the Red Dwarf crew. Maybe the Cat will show Rimmer the other members making fun of him behind his back. Nothing new but it would still hurt. And probably show a scene of Lister struggling to get through another Christmas being stranded in space. Making Rimmer realise he is not the only one having problems with the holiday.

Ghost of Christmas Future: Lister because he would have so much fun with it. He would probably show a version of the future selves like in the Out of Time episode and how they all turned immoral and greedy. Making Rimmer realise he doesn’t want to turn out that way. Besides he had said before: ‘better dead than smeg’. Probably the hitting blow of changing him to be a bit better. (For a little while at least).

Side note: Lister and Kryten could probably simulate all this in the holosuite while Rimmer is dreaming. The Cat would do his own thing and collect all the shiny baubles in sight.

I wonder if anyone has their own version of this scenario.

[dq-avenquire]

DQIX Christmas Postcard (presumably from 2009)

[rcsesnoir]

FRANKLY, OXANA FELT A rather mixed-bag of emotions, returning to the scene of that fated christmas dinner. there had been so much loss up those rickety stairs, alongside some of her greatest memories in recent years. thus, perhaps it was good she laid her eyes on such a familiar face -- an individual who despite his hard outer shell, had always managed to bring her back down to earth again. even when her fire threatened to burn down everything in her vacinity. she could only truly say that about a select few, even if after all this time -- she had grown considerably. she was far from the angry young woman she was when she had first joined their ranks. so used to fighting for her life, that everyone was an enemy.

his initial words do induce a laugh -- perhaps she could have. but, oxana had always had a shorter fuse when it came to people like their favorite customer. " that, or his mother should have taught him how to take better care of his toys. " oxana fires back, green eyes watching john as he continued to vacate her presence -- ironically enough, with the esssence of a toddler who had just been told no -- the dirtiest of words. after a moment she turns on her heel to face the secretary, arms crossing over her chest as she stands near the box she's placed on a nearby table. " isn't life more fun, keeping people on their toes? or, in line with your analogy -- bracing for impact. " this was a far cry from the way she used to think about her actions. she had once been so cold. while the ice hadn't completely melted away -- she had frankly found strength in becoming human. that is, until a fight was brought to her door.

they say you become your enviornment -- when in reality, oxana had broken that mold. very few knew anything about her before her arrival, her secrets having died with their previous vice president -- and then there was zak. it was better that way, wasn't it? keeping your cards close to your chest, never revealing your hand.

" most old men are scared of me, so i'm happy to help. " it doesn't take long for oxana to settle into the chair -- not realizing how much she needed to be off her feet until now. for most of her pregnancy she had found herself hiding away from the rest of the world to not just protect her children, but herself. her usual path these days rarely ever strayed between seduction and home. " i didn't know you were working today -- but i'm glad you are. feels like i've been playing catch up with everyone. " she sighs, shaking her head. how had time gone so fast? her due date was fast approaching, hurtling at her like a metor seconds away from connecting with the earth. " zak's been watching me like a hawk... can't say i blame him. especially after everything that's happened. " he almost died. they all could have been desicrated. oxana is no stranger to death, to causing death -- but her family had been at risk. everything had been at stake.

" no, no. you enjoy it, i'm guessing you've probably been at it a while. " in her years she only knew what it was to work at night. she got to sleep in, rarely having to lift her weary body from bed before the sun rose. that is, when she wasn't arriving home at that time. ever since she had come into ownership of seduction, however, she was in control of her own schedule. " i just came by to pick up a couple things... i think zak's itching to move back in upstairs. but with my due date approaching... " the blonde shakes her head, becoming a tad more serious. frankly she had been feeling it lately, the reality that she wouldn't be able to fight with them at the front lines. to end this mess, and move forward -- hopefully victorious. " it just makes the most sense to stay away. not when zak almost died. " she neglects to mention, however, that she feared someone taking a shot at her. the woman who showed no fear. things were different now.

Hero’s laugh rumbled low in his chest, a sound that seemed to hum and vibrate in the air, almost tangible. It was a rough, easy thing, like a lazy summer evening, slow and unhurried. His gaze flicked upward, locking with hers, a teasing glint in his eyes, as he took a deliberate, slow bite of his sandwich. The movement was almost exaggerated, as if he was prolonging the moment just to enjoy the playful tension between them.

“Reckon you could’ve let ol' John stew in his frustration a little longer,” Hero said, his voice warm, rich, and thick with that Southern sweetness. His words hung in the air like a secret only they shared, his tone drawing out every syllable with that lazy confidence that made it clear he wasn’t exactly bothered by the interruption. He raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching into the faintest smirk. "But then again, you’ve always had a way of makin' folks move with the grace of a storm, even when you don’t mean to. I reckon cause you like to leave a little chaos behind."

His eyes drifted over her with a faint, knowing smile, as though he could see the storm in her, the fire beneath the surface. But there was softness there too, something that made her his kind of trouble. “He probably didn’t know what hit him when you walked in. Must’ve felt like a freight train."

Hero didn’t even need to look around to know the exact moment when she’d made her presence felt—she had that effect. With a subtle motion of his hand, he gestured toward the empty seat across from him, his arm sweeping wide, slow but purposeful. The invitation was unspoken but clear.

“Course you ain’t botherin’ me none, Oxana,” he said, the words slipping from him like a promise. "You’re always welcome.. And between you and me, I could use a little less of that agitated old man energy floating around." His lips curled upward, his grin turning more genuine, the teasing edge softening. There was a tenderness there, a sincerity beneath the swagger that he only offered to a select few. “But if you’re here to spend some time with me, I reckon I’m grateful for the distraction."

Hero paused, taking another bite, savoring it with deliberate slowness, before holding it out slightly toward her. "Now, you want a bite of this fine culinary masterpiece I’m workin' on? Or are you here for somethin' else entirely?"

[tiniest-hands-in-all-the-land]

Heyooo! I spent the last year creating an incredibly self indulgent Ronadora Pinup calendar!

❤💜Pre0rder here!! ❤💜

I'm putting them up for preorder from today (12/06/23) to 12/16/23! Orders are to United States only, for now. This is my first time selling, so plz be kind ;w;

(And shoutout to @biscuitgeekery for the awesome product photos!)

[gayvampyr]

really sucks that none of my siblings or their fiancées/spouses are putting any effort into today despite promising to be here at a decent time (the sun is setting) and knowing my parents and I put in a lot of effort to make it work for them. and i live out of town 5 days a week while they all live within 10 minutes driving distance

[bookishnewt]

Got my notifications about the plushies. And now I wait.

[blizzardfluffykpop]

Christmassy [12 days of Winter Year #8]

(Tagged as: Wintertime 3)

The group you can request for is THE BOYZ (requests closed for: Sangyeon, Younghoon, Hyunjae, Changmin, Sunwoo, and Eric)

To request; pick a prompt and a member of TBZ, and the specific reader you want it for (if not specified, I’ll make it gender neutral). And if the genre is not specified, it will be fluff.

Completed stories will be posted every odd numbered day of December!

Prompts that are strikethrough have been requested.

Please request!!!

[Requests are closed as of 12/6 - thank you all for helping me close it this early!! 🥺💖🥰]

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A festive storyteller

“You’re just what I always wanted, a Christmas delight.” 

Making snowmen and failing miserably.

“Did anyone ever tell you that you look beautiful underneath Christmas lights?”

Christmas On and On! (Choose a member’s proposal from the Christmassy mv & send it in~) 

“What do you say to matching pajamas, watching Christmas movies, and hot cocoa?”

First snowfall on the *car* track

“I wish you could come home for Christmas.” “Open your door.”

A Creepmas [supernatural and/or horror themed] party

“Let’s make Christmas cookies together.”

“I don’t want to get ice cream, it's freezing out! We’re going to get frostbite!” “I think it’d be fun.” “Yes, I agree, let’s do it.” (Loosely based off of the Monster House line “...I don’t wanna go inside a monster and I don’t wanna die.” “I say it’s worth a shot.” “Yes, I agree, let’s do it.”).

Make your own prompt!