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mosaickiwi · 1 year ago
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Someone In Between; Something Intertwined
Your babyboi Rendacted (from @14dayswithyou) struggles to be himself in your new-ish relationship. Gender neutral reader c:
14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI
You haphazardly pushed a cart full of returned books across the library. It'd been such a long day. Elanor had called in sick, so on top of desk duty, both the morning and afternoon story times fell on you. The kids were well behaved—as well behaved as elementary schoolers could be, anyway—but by the time it finished you were at your limit. The only solace was that today was Friday, so you had the whole weekend to spend at your boyfriend's apartment. A smile bloomed on your face and you couldn't help but push the cart a little faster as you thought about them, surely waiting outside already. 
Ren, your tall, clingy, dark-haired-at-the-roots boyfriend. It'd been 5 months since you officially started dating, and 4 months since he'd been convinced to let go of the Haruko persona. It was agonizingly slow progress, you still didn't know him well—he came off a bit neutral sometimes, unsure how to act around you before reverting to Haruko or a blank slate to mirror you. But you were happy that small parts of the real him managed to peek through over the months, no matter how much time it took. And it was taking a long time.
As you opened the overflow room, you checked the clock on the wall. It was barely 4 minutes until the end of your shift. The cart bumped over the threshold when you pushed it in and locked the door. Once that was taken care of, you did a quick look over the computer and study areas, picking up scrap papers and trash to put in the bin before heading to the break room, then your desk to grab all your things. 
You took a peek in Conan's office to bid him goodbye. "I'll see you next week! Enjoy your weekend," you said with a cheery voice and walked towards the entrance.
"You too!" he called after you. 
The doors flew open and you practically skipped with relief out into the cool autumn air. You spotted Ren leaning against the brick of the building, dressed in their now-usual style of black on black on more black. His hair was partially tied up in a ponytail, most of it still a pastel pink that fell over his shoulders. From the low collar on his shirt, you could see he'd covered his tattoos with makeup, but a few of his piercings were in. He was trying, and that meant so much to you. His ocean blue eyes were focused on the phone in his hand, so he didn't notice you at first.
"Ren!" You sang out their name and bounced over to them. 
He looked up in surprise before quickly smiling. "I was just texting you," he said and put his phone in his pocket. "Hey, Angel."
"Hiiii," you said as you grabbed his hand, taking gleeful notice of the light blush forming on his cheeks as your fingers laced together. At first you used to think it was only his Haruko persona when he blushed at any contact—but it turned out they really liked holding hands. It was the first thing you learned to keep in mind about the real him. So you made sure to do it as often as possible. "Sorry to keep you waiting."
"It's only 5:01."
"And I'm sure you got here much earlier," you teased him, earning his embarrassed agreement when he flushed a deeper pink.
"Just 20 minutes," Ren mumbled and changed the subject. "Did y'want to stop anywhere? We don't have to go straight to my apartment."
"Nope! Work's got me feeling lazy. I'm all yours for the rest of the night." With that, you stood on your toes to kiss his cheek. 
He kissed you back on the lips, his snake bites catching the light as he smiled. He didn't even try to hide how happy he was. "Good."
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An hour later, you were sitting on his couch eating pizza, a horror movie on low in the background while you chatted. You'd gotten half the pizza with your favorite toppings and—with a lot of stubborn encouragement on your part—Ren had gotten what were supposed to be his favorites. There was some overlap with a few of them, but he swore up and down they were things he liked. 
"L-Lots of people like pepperoni," he insisted. "You can't be suspicious of that one. It's basic."
"You got more than pepperoni to be suspicious about. But, true. I'll allow it," you conceded and munched away at the last of your pizza slice.
"Besides, I'm not that picky about food."
You swallowed, thinking about the age old debate about pizza toppings. "Pineapple on pizza?" Right on cue, the next victim in the movie shrieked in bloody terror.
"I'd eat it," he said after a moment of thought.
"Oh. Anchovies?" The screams continued.
He was a little more confident on this one. "Yup." 
"What about the really weird toppings?" you asked. You inwardly grimaced as you vaguely remembered a weird picture Moth had sent.. "Like
 corn and chocolate?" 
Ren made a face between confused and disgusted. "Together? On pizza? People eat that?"
"Maybe. Probably," you said and shrugged. You grabbed a napkin from the coffee table and wiped your hands, then stood to throw away your paper plate. "People eat plenty of weirder things."
He paused the movie and quickly followed you into the kitchen with his own plate; he'd finished eating a little bit before you. As he trailed you to the trash can, then the sink, he spoke honestly, "It sounds really
 out there. I don't think I'd eat it."
"Hmm," you said as you pumped the soap dispenser. You weren't sure if his answer would change if you said you'd eat it—not that you would, ew—but it was nice for him to voice his own opinions without trying to hear yours first.
You felt him trap you against the counter and rest his chin on your head. His arms came around you, but he only began washing his own hands as you were doing. It was an oddly comforting position.
An easy silence fell over the two of you, only broken by the rush of water from the tap. Eventually, the water stopped and he grabbed a paper towel, quickly drying his hands. You expected him to move, but instead he grabbed another towel and started drying your hands for you. He seemed content, even humming quietly to himself. So you simply watched. His rough fingers were steady as he delicately went over every inch of your hands until they were completely dry. He wasn't even half as thorough with himself; it was cute.
"You're really touchy," you innocently blurted out.
Ren suddenly let go, as if he'd been burned. "S-Sorry, Angel. I should've asked—" He quickly backed off, putting distance between you two and fiddling with his sleeves.
You realized your mistake and turned around, shaking your head in apology. Without the persona as a barrier, he was more on edge about your reactions sometimes. "I didn't mean it in a bad way. Here—hand, please," you demanded and held out your own to him. He cautiously took it and you smiled, closing the space to pull him into a hug. "See? No harm done. Touchy is good. Wonderful, even."
Despite the blush on his face, he seemed relieved. "Really?"
"Almost as wonderful as corn and chocolate pizza," you teased.
He laughed for a moment before squeezing you against his chest. "There's no way you'd actually eat that," he mumbled above you and got even quieter. "I'm so sorry, Angel. 'M afraid you'll push me away one day."
His arms felt so nice wrapped around you, but his words broke your heart. "I'd never do that. I care about you, Ren. Okay?" you whispered into his shirt. Your fingers curled tightly into the fabric and you pressed on. "Not Haruko, not anyone else." His real name slipped out in a quiet whisper. "You."
A rather stressful sigh left him and he started rambling, "I'm trying my best. And I get what you mean, but it's hard t’believe you'd want me as I am. I'm less than perfect for you. Why would you want that?"
"I don't need or want 'perfect' like I'm a test you studied for," you huffed in frustration and looked up at them, shocked to find hurt and loneliness in their gaze. "I'm not mad at you!" you immediately sought to reassure him. "But I want to accept you like you've accepted me, warts and all. I'm not perfect either."
"Except that you are per—" he opened his mouth to protest, but the way your eyes narrowed had him choosing his final word carefully. "Are
 person?" He pulled away to fiddle with the hem of his sleeve. "I just can’t trust you’d like me when I haven’t been myself that often. You don’t know me that well.” His bangs covered his eyes as he lowered his head and looked away.
“I like the parts I’ve seen,” you stubbornly declared and crossed your arms, rapidly firing off the list you kept in your head. “You sleep like a corpse, you’re a tease and a flirt—even worse in bed. You won’t give anyone the time of day but me, you like your coffee black but somehow have a ridiculous sweet tooth.”
“Angel.” They tried to get your attention, but you didn’t hear them. 
“Little things make you happy even though you’re a pessimist, a drama queen when you want to get your way, a smug, petty brat on top of that, a total fucking geek if I’m being honest—sometimes you get really excited and babble about tech I don’t understand—and the very first thing I learned—”
“Angel,” he interrupted a little louder with a touch on your shoulder and you snapped out of it. Gentle as could be, he pried your fingers away from your arm. You didn’t realize you were practically digging your nails into your skin from how riled up you were. “Okay,” he continued in a low voice, a tinge of awkwardness to it. “You know me, in some ways.”
You smiled up at him, just as self-conscious about your momentary rant. “You really, really like holding hands, too,” you quietly pointed out and wiggled your fingers in his grip. He hadn’t let go, not that you wanted him to.
“I didn’t think there was so much of me—the real me—that you cared enough to notice,” he said, idly tracing over your fingertips. The gentle touch comforted you.
“It’s all important to me. And it made me so excited when I could see those little parts of you," you admitted with a nervous laugh. “This is embarrassing, but I'd try to write down all the things I'd learn when I got home so I wouldn’t forget. But then I’d scribble and tear up the papers—I’d think to myself like ‘that’s creepy, stop it you weirdo.’ Isn’t it though? Taking notes on someone is a bit much.”
Ren seemed to piece something together in his mind before answering confidently, “Not at all, in fact it’s really cute. Who's studying for who, here?”
Heat flushed your cheeks and you blew out a silent breath from pursed lips. “I wasn’t studying. I was happy that you were being yourself! There are so many quirks or habits you don't realize that just make me fall more in
 love
 with you
?” You trailed off, eyes widening in tandem with theirs as you both processed what you'd just said.
The confused look on his face had you positive that his brain was malfunctioning. At least yours certainly was. “Ah—In love? Like you love me?” he asked in disbelief and repeated himself. "You love me?"
You nodded robotically, wanting to melt into the marble floor. You did love him. And all the little pieces that shined through the cracks in his act. You loved getting to know him, good and bad, bratty or sweet. Confessing to note taking already had you flustered, yet here you were, continuing to run your mouth and put it all out there. “Yeah... I love you,” you managed to say in spite of yourself.
He lifted you off the ground by your waist, drawing a weird squeaking noise you had surely never made before out of you. He didn't seem bothered as he sat you down on the counter and tenderly kissed your forehead. “I love you, Angel. More than anything,” he breathed out against your skin then pulled back. “I really love you.” His hand brushed stray hairs away from your face before he was cupping your cheek, staring at you for a long while with a shamelessly adoring smile. 
Sirens started blaring in your head the longer nothing happened, so you quietly asked, “Can you kiss me before more embarrassing stuff comes out my mouth?”
“Ahh, um, I’m kind of—overstimulated? Overwhelmed? I never thought I'd hear y'say you love me," he confessed with giddiness. "I can’t decide between teasing you or crying from happiness."
“If you tease me right now I’m going to be the one crying."
That got him to choose. Not a moment sooner, he finally kissed you. The sirens in your head quieted down, only to be replaced by butterflies in your stomach as your eyes closed. He was just as affectionate as he always was, but you could tell he had trouble holding his emotions back from the way his hand gripped your thigh. There was a trembling excitement to the gentle kisses he gave. Ren was clearly on cloud nine. His lips drew a feather light trail from the corner of your mouth up to your ear, barely tickling you as he lingered.
“Angel,” he whispered softly as his thumb traced circles on your leg.
You tilted your head to look at him, feeling pure bliss from his affection. “Hmm?”
“Don’t tear up your study notes next time. ‘Wanna read ‘em.”
“Noo!"
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bar00knee · 5 months ago
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY SLY heres a drawing i started a little ago
i hc sly has trouble catching up with haircuts due to her depression but she doesn't mind it when her hair grows out a lot bc it's euphoric to her
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sohaoying · 2 years ago
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NO MERCY
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good-beansdraws · 1 year ago
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I know I said I wanted to do Loveit Mappi (and I still plan on it!) but it was indulgent Fuuta art that finally broke my art block so. Ver with mv references, and under the cut one with Loveit/Salamander lyrics🍮
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lukasspookas · 1 year ago
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fun ghoul nightmares :[ more ghoul than fun tbh
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fnafs-ex-boyfriend · 1 year ago
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Hey all. I kinda want to get into reading marvel comics but I don’t know which run to start with. Here are some characters that interest me based on what I’ve already read/Movies I’ve seen/certain video game titles:
- Spider-Man
- The Runaways
- The Young Avengers
- Squirrel Girl
- Gwenpool
- Shuma-Gorath
- X-Men
- Spider-Man 2099
- Daredevil
This list will probably be added to substantially.
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wiseheartedloki · 1 year ago
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Valkyrie - A Museum of Art Interwoven
Jonah Hauer King / I Will Always - The Cranberries / ć‡±æ—‹æ­Œ (Gaisenka) - Valkyrie - Ensemble Stars / Ray Bradbury: Zen in the Art of Writing / Hell and You - Amigo the Devil / Vladimir Nabokov: Letters to VĂ©ra / Eternal Weaving - Valkyrie - Ensemble Stars / Trista Mateer / Victor Hugo: Les MisĂ©rables
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sourgummiguts · 2 years ago
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A bit more of my wonderland characters~ some underclothes for the main three, as well as a new Cheshire chibi! Most of my art for Cheshire has been what they look like later on in-game, they’re usually supposed to look like this.
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theoneandonlyyeti · 9 months ago
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ive been rotting in my bed all day like i haven't moved in four hours... i thought finally being back on my meds was supposed to stop this but apparently not
the only thing ive eaten today was half a sandwich and a small bag of reduced fat doritos too like i cant stomach anything else rn but I'm hungry idk
i dont know what to do rn like i have something I'm supposed to be doing but i just cant
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stellernorth · 1 year ago
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in supernatural it seems like angels heal their vessels, while demons just keep them animated enough to serve their purposes. so what if when sam cuts ruby she doesn’t heal, cuts stay somewhat open on her arms (or wherever).
how does sam react? does he make her wear sleeves and jackets all the time? only cut where clothing covers? keep reopening one cut rather than making more so there’s supposedly less damage? uselessly offer to stitch them up with dental floss and a sewing needle? when he sees her cuts and he’s deep in the addiction do they draw him in?
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lewishamiltonstuff · 1 year ago
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As my mental health worsens with each passing day, the desire to cut my hair and bleach it and then dye it in some absurd color grows exponentially stronger.
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streetslost · 2 years ago
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cat doesn’t find killing “fun.”  hence why going around murdering and ending lives isn’t really a common occurrence for her.  however, she is far from shy to doing it if she has to.  copper made her numb to the idea when he forced her to end a few lives ( ones that may or may not have deserved it, she never delved too deep into the reasonings but just because it was copper instigating it doesn’t mean the others were good humans ).  she tries to only resort to such tactics if her life is in danger, and she feels she has no choice.  this has been rare but has happened. when you’re a young woman alone on the streets, there are moments it becomes inescapable.  and after maurion, she’s very unlikely to take the risk or chance with anyone who starts to cause her unease.  copper, maurion, vinnie, her uncle... and honestly even margie have created a distrust in her.  because while margie treated her well, the woman still lied and manipulated her to a degree for margie’s own gain, effectively destroying cat’s life. cat ultimately sees most people as having the ability to ruin her, just in different ways. so she remains ready to make a blow if she has to.  even if she accepts help and assistance for food or shelter or the like, one misstep could have her on the defensive/offensive, ready with a knife.  taking lives doesn’t please her so she, again, tries to keep it as a last resort scenario, but it’s never out of the question if she enters a fight or flight mode. the only time she finds pleasure is with people who have genuinely hurt her deeply. stabbing her uncle was, admittedly, delightful.  in verses where she gets to kill copper or maurion?  she relishes in it.  it gives her a sense of control and, honestly, she likes the feeling of revenge to a degree.  enough that in certain verses it becomes the reasoning for her spiral into darkness.
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spicyicymeloncat · 1 month ago
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Tw: horror/trypophobia (i think??)
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Hhhhh tumblr i have no idea how to talk about my dnd ocs but like here, have a guy i drew. He has. Diseases. I think. I spent a long time on this drawing ok!
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jartnell · 5 months ago
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weepingalaxy · 4 months ago
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if jeremy and michael knew each other, don't you think the bites would feel rather similar?
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imagination-overreaction · 5 months ago
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I'm fighting the urge to make this snip longer. I love Chase so much. He's absolutely an asshole but he's not an awful person. This is one of my absolute favorite wips. I wish I had less papers to write so I could write this idiot denying that his house is a demonic entity.
“The price tag, Joe. They were basically givin’ that whole plot away to the lowest bidder.”
“You know why, right?”
Chase fights the urge to roll his eyes again. 
“Why, Joe.”
“Cause that thing’s haunted! I walked by that place once, made all the hairs on me stand on end, and when I got closer you know what I heard coming from inside?”
“What, Joe.” Chase takes a long sip of his beer, more than ready to pull that shotgun down from over the bar and make this visit more tolerable. 
“I heard the Devil himself. He was laughing. I thought I heard him in there, whispering at me saying ‘Come inside, come inside, Joseph.’ It knew my name!” He says, giving a harsh whisper under his breath in a generic ‘spooky ghost that’s out to get you’ voice. 
“Hm. That’s crazy.” Chase deadpans.
Daily Sip 5/17
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