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zosimos
Okay, maybe taunting Akutagawa while he was drinking hadn't been the smartest plan around - but it wasn't really taunting, was it, that was something Dazai-san did, this was really nothing more than a gentle ribbing. Yes. A joke between friends.
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Lance sat tucked against his right side, draining his drink from a straw in the most irritating fashion. "I think I'm gonna call you stumpy," he said, poking the nub of Shiro's right arm.

Shiro had his eyes closed - he was supposed to be resting still, although(more)
zosimos
"How is your husband?" Totsuka said when Gotou sat down at his desk, and Gotou's breath caught.

He'd been back for days now, /they'd/ been back, honeymoon over and life resuming around them in the least-fantastical way possible and it honestly hadn't seemed like anything changed. Gotou touched(more)
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"So, I was wondering," Atsushi said brightly, "why do you wear a collar, Chuuya-san?"

Akutagawa took a sip of his tea, in no small part impressed by how bluntly the weretiger went straight in for the kill.

Chuuya, for his part, spluttered for only about ten seconds(more)
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Atsushi registered the soft brush of fingertips through his matted bangs, although it took a few moments for the rest of his brain to come back online. He was hurt - /everything/ hurt, to be fair - but the thing that his poor, overclocked sensory system kept coming back(more)
VonBHorn
Why don't I write any more?

Not enough time? Not enough "inspiration"? It all sounds ridiculous, all of the lame excuses. I used to draw from the people and events around me, and that meant I was living a "literary  life", I told myself. Am I living a lif(more)
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"So were you ever going to tell me about this place?" James asked, running his fingers through the dust that had settled on the long counter. "Or were we just going to keep living out of my truck?"

"I didn't know if you'd be comfortable in a Marmora(more)
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Atsushi honestly thought he'd gotten off scot-free. He'd made it back to the dorms with just enough time to shower and change his clothes and walked through the door to the office with even a few minutes to spare.

There was only a moment's consideration by Ranpo-san, sitting(more)
zosimos
Chuuya woke when the breeze shifted the curtains, casting a thin stripe of daylight over the bed. He had been hovering at the brink of wakefulness longer than he'd care to admit, but his cell phone had yet to vibrate and there had been no insistent buzz from any(more)
inkling2
No one told me when Nando died. Who would have thought to?

"EL GRANDE. DESCANSA EN PAZ," read a caption under the tribute photo I nearly scrolled past. He was onstage when the photo was taken, blacklit by a blue glow. The tragedy in his face wasn't the(more)
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He's been off his balance already, spun half around when Akutagawa came flying at him. Atsushi didn't have time to do anything other than react and react he did, using his entire body to slow Akutagawa's momentum, claws dug in and leaving scars in the concrete.
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zosimos
The first time was less of an accident than they made it out to be. There was a level of denial that Atsushi refused to scrape away, to expose the fact that he was just as fumbling and eager to get off, that it had also been his hand(more)
zosimos
Shiro was in the back, running the dishwasher when he heard the unmistakable sound of calamity coming from the front. He wiped his hands on his apron and nudged the door aside to assess the level of threat, before pushing it entirely opening because, what the /fuck/.
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zosimos
"You," Dazai said, sitting delicately on the empty stool, "are drunk."

Chuuya lolled his head on his arm but didn't lift it, instead choosing to raise one particular finger on his hand, pointed in Dazai's direction. Dazai tsked appropriately, rising slightly on the stool and fetching the open(more)
zosimos
Gotou shuffled in the genkan, removing his shoes and holding the piece of paper in one hand, face flushed to his ears. Masayoshi had leaned back from his spot sitting at the table, beaming, prepared to welcome Gotou home but he'd frozen at the expression on Gotou's face. (more)