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nights-at-crystarium · 11 hours ago

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Okay this's a long post, but I'm BEGGING you to slow down and read the above stuff. The general sentiment's bleak and depressing, though, whether you're a creator or a reader, we're all stuck in this current reality.

In our xiv corner, I noticed that some people actually begin to look up to my work as an inspiration and a success story. While this "success" keeps being shaky and uncertain, I have to keep promoting my work like cursed in order to stay in the same place, I AM able to work on Fragments full time and have a home and eat, so I guess that qualifies as success these days. I hope this doesn't come across as bragging, in face of horrors I simply want to provide a positive example, to acknowledge how lucky and privileged I am that, despite everything, there are still enough people that love and support Fragments.

I'm in my 30s, but I've never had any real comic aspirations, no ocs that I dreamt of since I was a child. So, while I emotionally resonate with the jaded creators in this post, my story's a bit different. I'm forever a fanartist, a fandom dweller that tried making something out of pure love, and it happened to be in a fandom large and active enough to pick up.

It began in 2022, in the hellish post-apocalyptic socmed landscape that I've been able to navigate only because I have a decently analytical, "seller" mindset, and a lot of spite for the evil that took away MY internet. They shit all over my home, now I'm fighting tooth and nail to keep the tiny island that keeps shrinking every year (the censorship, the algorithms, the conservative and purist idiots). Audience becomes more and more shallow, hard to please (the oversaturation, everyone's an artist now), hard to grab (everything has to be FLASHY!!!!! Bite-sized, instant gratification), trained by twitter and tiktok to consume without giving anything back.

Making a comic (or fics, or regular art, anything) isn't hard. It's nice and fun. It's more accessible than ever now! But getting it out there? Will you have enough mental fortitude to keep pushing your work, day after day, for months, for years? If you stop showing up on people's feeds, you're forgotten. But what if there isn't enough new material to show? Not everyone can churn out a new art every day. Recycling old stuff? A part of you dies whenever you do that. Creators are also scared to interact and support each other due to the cancel culture, so everyone's on their own now. At least I am. I write, I draw, I publish, I promote. To say it's exhausting is to say nothing.

You have to conform. To make attention-grabbing visuals, to sterilize what words you type (unless you're on tumblr, bless) so that your post isn't dumped to trash by algorithm for having "support" or "dead" or "fuck" in it. Even if you jumped through all of those hoops, there's still a risk that people don't care for some reason. Try again.

One of the above posters expressed that to make comics is to be punk again, and boy does it resonate with me. I have so much anger and frustration and spite in me, I'll fight and retaliate until it literally kills me. My way of fighting is holding onto the one good thing that I have in my life, working on Fragments and then being a freak about it with my readers. Fragments is a mature work, it has the ~problematic~ shit that'll make the tiktok-brainrotted people clutch their pearls. Good. It doesn't even conform to the classic comic/manga layout, it's something else entirely, not even because I'm so desperate to be original, but because I do what works for me, what's easier to draw, what brings me joy. The entire comic's punk as hell in every way imaginable. And yet, it managed to find enough other punks that love it just the way it is. It's been 3 years, and I'm still blown away.

I'm a confident person, I know what I'm doing, I LOVE what I'm doing, I HAVE FUN (until I have to promote the goddamn thing again). My work's unusual and it'll probably never stop being niche. However, it's got just enough vibe to attract my tribe, for which I'm grateful. Just wanted to say don't give up, random person thinking of making a comic, be yourself, do whatever the fuck you want, prepare to endure a lot and then some more, but it might just work out for you even in 2025.

P.S. One last thing!! Never give in to the perfectionism. Done is better than perfect. Draw and move on, even if you feel dissatisfied with it. Chances are, you're your harshest critic, and no one else will notice the thing that drives you crazy. Don't get caught up in the loop of doom where you wanna redraw/rewrite what you've already published. MOVE THE FUCK ON. KEEP WALKING FORWARD.

In your view/experience. is the rate of "incompleteness" among webcomics more or less the nature of online personal projects as a whole? Or is there something specific to webcomics like laboriousness, audience expectations, relative medium infancy or whatnot?

well for one thing webcomics has changed significantly in the last ten years. it used to have a much lower barrier for entry, just get a smackjeeves account or set up a website with a wordpress plugin. starting a webcomic when i started my webcomic vs starting a webcomic now are totally different experiences.

so i can only speak to people who started their webcomics roughly ten years ago. and roughly ten years ago a lot of us were a whole lot younger with a lot more time and energy to spend on a comic for free. this part is probably still somewhat true for new artists.

but then you get older. your ideas change. your skill develops and the old stuff isn't as good. or you don't have as much time, you got a day job. unless you're one of like five people on earth your webcomic is not paying your rent. you need to make money. your shoulder hurts. you're 30 now. you're struggling to make updates on time between whatever else makes you happy and what else you need to do to live. you wrote this story when you were 21, you don't relate to it anymore, you have different ideas, you've grown up, your audience has noticeably dropped off from the peak, social media managing is hard, you have to go to work, you're so tired, all the time.

it's a lot of things.

#i'll probably wanna come back to this post so i need to tag it uhhhhhh #comics #text post #long post

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binmeister · 2 days ago

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Comfort

Saja Boys x Fem! Bodyguard reader

I had a dream - I say as I wipe some tears away, have a short drabble

CW: not proofread, mild angst, mostly fluff, drabble

You don’t remember when the change happened in your dynamic and the boy group you’d been hired to protect but it did. It was subtle, comfortable. Just little interactions that were no longer distant and cold as they progressively became attached to you.

It was in the way Mystery actively followed you around if he was able to, like a lost puppy with attachment issues. You couldn’t see his eyes but he radiated a different aura when he was around you, something softer as he waited patiently for you to spare him a crumb of attention and affection. His body language as he became less guarded, the way he melts into your touch when he feels you reach up and ruffle his hair and how he he hums a soft ‘mhm’ when you ask if he’s feeling okay because he feels okay.

He feels safe and content.

Something he hasn’t felt in years and it really shows in the way he trusts you, actually lets his eyes and body rest in your presence.

A demon that sleeps?

Suddenly a lot more common than you imagined when you realise how frequently the guys would request you visit and they all collectively nap in the living room, scattered amongst the furniture or even on the carpeted floor with a silent plea of ‘please stay’. So you do.

An eye occasionally checking on them while you busy yourself with reading a book or scrolling on your phone as five grown men sleep peacefully for a few hours in your presence.

It’s in the moments like these where you’re straightening out Baby’s crumpled shirt and he doesn’t complain for once. Isn’t making any snide or rude comments and just lets you. The routine familiar as he lifts his arms up for you to pat his shirt down, or leans his torso forward a little so you can fix the beret on his head.

It’s when he’s asking you if you want a snack or anything because he can go grab it if you want. You wave him off because you appreciate the gesture but he didn’t have to- then there’s a cool can pressed against your cheek. Your favourite drink. You didn’t even know that Baby knew that and then he’s back to his usual self, making some off-handed comment to hide his kindness and you accept it with a little smile.

When you’re at the gym with Abby there’s a moment during your break that he admits that he enjoys spending time with you. Quietly and calmly, the first time you’ve seen him not pretending to be an out-going and rambunctious guy. Before you can respond he puts up the facade again, realising he was vulnerable and tries to go back to hype man gym rat. But he notices the way you go easier on him when you scold him after he breaks something in their house.

There’s times where Romance and you are existing, seated or standing and he talks to you. Not flirts. Talks. Listens to the things you say with earnest care and opens up to you without any honey glazed words, no playing tricks or trying to butter you up. Just him being him. You open up about your insecurities one day, about how occasionally you wish how your thighs were a little less toned or how you wished it was more prominent that you were conventionally feminine and he points out that you still are. That they all still appreciate you as you are regardless.

He doesn’t know that when you got home after that conversation you had cried, or you thought he didn’t, til the next time you visit and he’s gotten you a small plushie as a ‘I’m sorry’ gift.

It’s the way that Jinu trusts you now. There’s no walls around him, let’s you into his space and when he opens up about the memories that haunt him? He lets you comfort him with a reassuring touch, let’s you rub his back as he starts sobbing into your shoulder and let’s himself be vulnerable for once. You don’t tell anyone else about that.

You never share anything about the secrets they share with you, because you had started to care. They weren’t just “the Saja Boys” anymore, they’d become a part of your life and demons and hell be damned, you’re gonna make sure they feel loved.

“Thanks mum.” You freeze. Everyone else in the room freezes except for the man who had let it slip so casually. Baby was confused, why was everyone freaking out? He just thanked you for helping him out and then it hits him what he said. You excuse yourself as you rush off for a moment to collect your nerves in the bathroom and you let the tears fall as you question it.

When was the last time they even saw or thought of their mother in a way that hadn’t tormented them? Didn’t keep them on a tight leash and force them to obey some lower or higher being. It doesn’t change the dynamic you have with them any further but you still continue to be protective of them, aimed to bring them a sense of comfort they all clearly yearned for and let them become a part of you as well.

#kpop demon hunters x reader #saja boys x reader #kpdh x reader #jinu x reader #baby saja x reader #abs saja x reader #kpdh x you #bodyguard!reader #romance x reader #mystery x reader #potential angst

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novy2sirius · 1 day ago

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numerical notes vol. 9

- numerology readings for sale!!!

tw: death, bullying, freak accidents | find ur numerology ♡

⋆ ppl born on the 3rd/12th/21st or 3 life paths often have a baby face or youthful features and get mistaken for being younger than they r all the time. they do age very well tho

⋆ we become better ppl by doing things for others. that’s what helps our soul improve. this is why ppl w 6 energy tend to be the best ppl bc 6 is the most giving and caring number. their literal purpose (if 6 is their life path number, day number, or attitude number) is to do things for others and help others in some way

⋆ often 7 life paths or ppl born on the 7th/16th/25th r seen as bad ppl when they don’t mean to come off that way. they’re one of the most misunderstood numerical energies. it’s not that they literally hate ppl but they just tend to enjoy being alone more than going out all the time or partying. they’re often very shy too. especially if a person has multiple 7 energies they can be rly quiet ppl or perceived as weird when they don’t mean to come off that way. an example is madeline argy - she has 3 seven energies and said she didn’t talk at all when she was at school when she was younger and her teachers all thought she was weird and she didn’t have any friends for a while

⋆ ppl with 9 energy can be rly paranoid due to insecurity. ppl with 13 energy can be rly paranoid due to fear and anxiety. these two energies r always analyzing others and on the lookout in case something bad happens. although the difference between the 9 and 13 is that the 13 isn’t as forgiving. if a 9 does end up being paranoid for the right reason and their suspicions were right sometimes they’re too forgiving and let ppl walk all over them. it’s only bc they usually r very compassionate toward others and the things they do since they’ve been thru a lot themselves. they try to be understanding and accepting of ppl for their faults

⋆ people w 4 and 8 energy tend to be the best drivers. not sure why i think it’s just bc these numbers like things to be in order and like to have control in situations. when things r out of line it can bring them lots of stress. they’re the type of ppl who stay at the exact speed limit. these ppl still do have bad road rage tho. just not as bad as ppl with 1 energy and the way they road rage

⋆ spiritual rank is definitely real in my opinion. no matter what ur numerology is if u hurt a master number (11, 22, 33) or 3’s (favorited by the matrix) then u will not just receive karma but ur entire life can literally fall apart. unless u r simply just defending urself. there’s never anything wrong w that. however, bullying or repeatedly attacking these older souls for no good reason is harmful to ur life. it’s bc these master numbers have been thru a lot of karmic lessons and incarnations to be where they’re at. this gives them an extremely powerful energy and makes them very spiritually divine ppl (more so than other numbers). avoid messing w divine contracts

⋆ ur name is the vibration of ur soul that ur parents subconsciously picked up on while u were in the womb/when u were born. it’s not something that’s an accident. letterology is very important although not as important as ur other numerical energies!

⋆ the reason why there’s been so many deaths this year is bc it’s a 9 year (2+0+2+5). there’s also been a lot of plane crashes and other types of freak accidents. in 2026 this all will come to an end. 9 is the number of death

⋆ as long as 8 life paths live a righteous life and aren’t bad ppl they will be able to gain wealth. if they do gain wealth and abuse their position of power tho it can lead to bad things and the loss of money. they also need to be careful of how they spend their money once they do gain wealth bc often they spend it impulsively

⋆ if ur child is born on the day of ur lucky number they can bring lots of luck and abundance into ur life. even wealth. for example, if ur lucky number is 23 and they’re born on the 23rd or r a 23 life path (unreduced) then they can bring fortune into ur life

#numerology #numerology community #numerical notes #matrix #life path number #life path #numerology blog

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trans-axolotl · 1 day ago

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hi! definitely have a few thoughts. it's hard to give universal advice about this, because a lot of what works is really going to depend on what kind of wheelchair someone has (manual or power, self propelled or not), and also on what health variations people have, whether they're ambulatory, if they have other medical devices like a catheter, etc. so disclaimer that all of this stuff is not absolute advice + best practices is just to ask people what their needs are when it comes to dearresting them. ik that dearresting is always chaotic and fast paced, but listen to any instructions people are yelling at you and work together with your comrades to try to make it as functional as possible.

list of things to consider in no particular order:

in general, I think most wheelchair users do not want to get lifted out of our chairs by people that we don't know, and who don't have experience in safely lifting people. If possible, first option should always be to de-arrest someone while we stay in our mobility aid instead of separating people from our chairs.

when i've been arrested as a manual wheelchair user, there's usually been 2-3 cops arresting me. one or two cops in the front to zip-tie my hands and physically push me against my wheelchair, another cop in the back holding onto my handles to move me wherever they want.

in that kind of scenario, best way to de-arrest is to try to get in the way of the cop who's trying to use my push handles. if you're able to get a hold on the handles, you can have more options of where to move--backwards away from other cops, forward into the cops to shove them off the person and then backwards, etc. if you have multiple people you can push from multiple directions (ie someone pulling backwards on my wheelchair handles while someone else is pushing directly onto my legs/knees/wheelchair frame from the front.)

if you're putting your hands on someone's wheelchair, try to only grab on to places that are more stable like handles, wheelchair frame, maybe backrest. avoid things like wheels and spokes, footplates, headrests, anything removable, and anything that's bracketed on instead of solid.

ending up with a broken wheelchair is absolutely a worst case scenario--i actually worry more about my wheelchair breaking then about myself getting injured, because my wheelchair cannot be easily repaired, my insurance won't pay for it, and it can takes weeks or months to get repaired. it is very, very important not to break someone's chair.

For power chairs, it can be incredibly, incredibly dangerous if the power chair tips over and people get caught underneath it. This can cause severe injury or even death. So if you're trying to help dearrest someone in a power chair--number one priority needs to be making sure their chair doesn't tip.

many wheelchair users have unique seating and positioning needs. keep an eye out for things like headrests, neck support, cushioning, seat belts and harness, etc. this can be a sign that it would be a lot more dangerous for someone to be removed from our wheelchair because we might need supports in order to avoid neck injuries.

if the cops have already grabbed us out of our wheelchair, that's a different scenario. in that case, priority should be to get us out of the cops hands and back into our wheelchair as soon as possible. one person should always have direct hands on the wheelchair and make sure it doesn't get into the cops hands. if you're grabbing someone out of the cops hands and they're nonambulatory, keep in mind that you're going to need to keep lifting them back to wherever their wheelchair is without dropping them. you might want to do a two person lift, and ABSOLUTELY listen to the person you're lifting about whatever the safest way to hold them is. you can look up resources about safe lifting techniques designed for physical therapists and nurses to get some ideas about what that might look like.

if you don't have enough people with you to safely lift someone, carry them for long enough, and have someone else to grab the chair then it's probably not a good idea to try to de-arrest through that means. at that point you'd probably want to switch to something like trying to block the van from moving instead.

if cops arrest a wheelchair user and leave our wheelchair on the side of the road, it is SO important for someone to grab our wheelchair, keep it safe, and coordinate to bring it to jail support so we have it as soon as we get out.

that's all i can think about rn but generally just reiterating that this stuff is going to be so individual for every wheelchair user, so whenever possible, finding out this info beforehand and also just asking and listening to instructions in the moment is important.

if any other wheelchair users have thoughts about best practices for de-arresting please feel free to add on!

ID: A wheelchair symbol edited to have the anarchy A in the middle of the wheel. Text reads: Protesting as a Wheelchair User: Everything You've Always Wanted to Know about Accessibility and Direct Action.

new zine just dropped! this link has the version for print and the version to read online. should be screenreader accessible--let me know if the formatting is fucked up and you can't access the alt text.

feel free to share, print, and distro wherever <3

#protest safety #wheelchair user

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kamospeach · 2 days ago

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plot: choso loves having you around, but doesn't show it

content warning: lil mention of sexual activities

dean's (aka peachy) yap: all pics by einruji_ on ig because the fanart matches his vibe in this series PERFECTLY

“choso, open this damn door!” you yelled, banging on his door. just as you were about to bang on it again, the door swung open. choso stood there with an unamused look on his face, his usual stone-cold expression, complemented by his bloodshot eyes and the eye bags he had given up trying to change years ago.

“maybe if you yell louder, i’ll be able to hear a lot clearer,” he grumbled sarcastically, turning his back on you and walking to sit on his couch. “makin’ me waste a perfectly good blunt.”

you both were used to each other's personalities by now. you were loud, outgoing, and overly flirty, making sure to tease choso just enough to break him down. and choso came off as rude, but he’s just introverted and only spoke around others he knew.

you wouldn’t say you and choso were just friends. more so, friends with benefits, but you’d stopped that a while ago. choso thought it was because you hated him or he wasn’t good enough. the truth was, you were catching feelings, and fast.

it was also against the rules the two of you had set: no feelings, and no showing affection in front of your friends or outside. but none of that was possible because you found yourself seconds away from telling choso you loved him. or, every time he pummeled your poor pussy, you wanted to beg him to be with you.

not to mention how you always wanted to kiss him while you sat around on campus. or when you were hotboxing in his car with friends and he looked at you with those low eyes, his pierced eyebrow raised, his pearly white teeth tugging on the piercing in his lip. how could you not be tempted to kiss him?

“aw, cho, you rolled one just for us?” you pouted, sitting on his lap as he continued to smoke.

outwardly, he acted nonchalant, but internally, he was heating up. his free arm wrapped around your waist as his big hand gripped your thigh. he gave it a small squeeze that surprised you, making you flinch a little.

“of course not. i don’t want your lip gloss on my blunt,” he mumbled, holding the blunt between his lips. he grabbed his tray as you frowned, feelings hurt just a little. sometimes it felt like you liked him way more than he liked you. little did you know, choso would do anything and everything for you.

“here.” there was a pre-rolled blunt on his tray just for you. he placed it between your lips, watching you intently. he grabbed his lighter, the pink one you gave him with hello kitty stickers on it. he never let anyone use it. he didn’t even use it himself. it was just yours.

“you look good today,” he mumbled, exhaling smoke into the air. he looked over your outfit, reaching out to play with the string of your sweatpants. he was fighting the urge to touch all over your body like he was used to.

“thank you. it’s the outfit you bought me the last time we went to the mall,” you said, standing up, showing him. “it’s so soft. feel it,” you instructed, and he reached out, touching the pants, feeling the soft fabric.

“i remember from when i bought it,” he said, and you gave him a death glare.

“if you remembered, then why are you touching me?” you asked, and he just laughed, smoking his blunt, not even listening to you, too focused on how good your body looked in what he bought just for you.

“i can’t touch you now?” he asked, smirking as you rolled your eyes at his question.

he knew you didn’t mind his hands on you, since you both were physically intimate regularly.

“give me a 360.” you wasted no time, spinning around, letting him see the full outfit. his eyes stayed focused on your behind. he knew you noticed, but he didn’t care. your face was getting hot as you took your seat back on his lap.

you both continued to smoke, watching whatever flashed across the tv screen.

“need to take you to the mall again so i can buy you something else you can show off,” he said, and you smiled widely.

“you’re so sweet to me,” you said seriously, and he smiled (something he only seemed to do with you, sukuna, or yuji).

“you always say that like you don’t know how much you mean to me.” he shook his head at you.

it made your heart beat a little faster. he’s never told you something like that before. your eyes were wide, and you opened your mouth to say something, until there was a knock at the door.

“you’re expecting someone?” you asked, and he nodded, patting your thigh, signaling you to get up.

once you moved next to him, he went to the door, opening it. and like clowns coming out of a car, one by one, your friends ran in.

“y/n! i knew you’d be here!” takuma yelled, running inside, plopping down next to you on the large couch. geto followed behind him nonchalantly. he sat next to you, but choso wasn’t having it.

“get up,” choso said, and geto scoffed, standing up and leaving to go bother gojo.

“fine, i’ll let you sit next to your girlfriend,” he said, running off before choso could say anything in return.

ino looked up at choso with a smirk. choso didn’t pay either of them any mind, sitting next to you, watching everyone interact.

the days everyone spent together were usually at choso’s house. and if not his house, definitely a club where either choso or ino knew everybody. the friend group was large, sometimes too much for you.

the voices got louder, and your thoughts got quieter. it was getting to be too much for you, so you went outside. the wind was cold on your face, but the balcony was the quietest place.

that was until the door slid open and a few voices were heard coming to join you. when you looked at them, it was three girls you didn’t know. it was awkward, because they all started conversing while you sat there.

surely choso didn’t know they were here. if he did, he’d kick them out (no question).

“who are you?” one of the girls asked, and you turned to look at them.

the nerve of them to ask you that, as if they weren't the only people in the house, no one knew.

“who are y’all?” you asked back, feeling as though you didn’t have to explain yourself. the girls looked at each other, as if they were trying to figure out whether they wanted to tell you or not. you were getting impatient, and real close to telling choso someone he didn’t know was in his house.

“we’re sukuna’s girls,” they smiled, and you looked at them with furrowed brows. you tried with everything in you not to laugh, because they had to be mentally deranged.

girls? as in plural? what kind of orgy did they think they were in?

even you knew sukuna was practically in love with his athletic trainer. and you only knew from pillow talk with choso (and yuji telling stuff he knew he wasn’t supposed to say, but he didn’t care).

these girls had to be some type of crazy to tell you that while sukuna’s arm was wrapped around her at that exact moment.

“yeah, i don’t think so…” you trailed off, and the girl's face fell into a frown. you weren’t messy, but you were rooting for sukuna and her. no way you’d let them ruin that.

“it’s true. he invited us with our friend, she’s his athletic trainer. all four of us are his girls,” one nodded, trying to convince you she was right. she was clearly the densest one of the group. her eyes were telling everything she wasn’t.

“well, clearly he has a favorite,” you laughed lightly, and they all turned around, seeing sukuna pour a shot into her mouth, wipe her lips with his thumb, and kiss her forehead.

that even shocked you. you didn’t even know they were that close. clearly, that wasn’t anything shocking for her, because she just laughed, leaning onto his chest.

the three girls got angry, rushing in to start up stuff. you couldn’t help but feel like it was your fault, but they were bound to find out anyway.

just when you watched the girls get a little angry, the door slid open and choso came outside with you. he sat on the chair next to you, not saying anything. you both enjoyed the silence as everyone made their way out of the house. you assumed he kicked everyone out after the commotion the three unknown girls caused.

before you knew it, you heard his lighter flick. it didn’t surprise you. he was smoking again. that was just choso.

“oh, by the way, i meant to tell you, eren asked when you were going to start back selling on campus,” you told him, and he shrugged his shoulders with a laugh.

choso used to sell on campus, but he was getting too much traction and didn’t want to draw any attention to himself. everyone knew his shit was the best, but he went into hiding for a while, and everyone was awaiting his return.

“i wish they would find someone else to supply them,” he mumbled, rolling his eyes.

“you staying here tonight?” he asked, and your eyes widened in excitement. it had been a while since you stayed the night with choso.

“you want me to?” you asked, giving him a side-eye, making sure he wasn’t doing it just because you wanted to.

“if i didn’t want you to stay, you would’ve been out with everyone else,” he smiled, standing up, holding his hand out for you.

“why do you always act like i don’t want you around or something?” he asked, and you looked up at him with a childish pout.

“because sometimes you’re mean,” you admitted, looking away from him, nervous about his reaction.

he gripped your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“am i mean to you?” he asked, like he wasn’t even sure how he treated you. in his head, he treated you nicer than he treated his own cousin, sukuna.

“i mean, you’re… just… sarcastic, and i don’t know…” you said, and choso’s brows were furrowed, like what you said actually hurt his feelings.

“i don’t want to be mean to you. i try not to,” he said, and you smiled, hoping to calm him.

“you do well,” you laughed as the two of you got ready for bed.

“you know i would never hurt you on purpose, right?” he asked you as the two of you lay in his bed. your chin rested on his chest as he looked at you, his eyes reflecting the very emotion he was expressing to you — remorse.

“i know, choso. you’re just a sweetheart with a rough exterior,” you smiled, lying on his chest, ready to go to sleep for the night.

choso still thought about your comment, hoping you really didn’t feel like he was mean. he could care less if anyone else around campus or even friends thought he was mean, or rude, or an asshole. he didn’t want to be mean in your eyes.

not someone who meant so much to him.

to be continued...

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hoonstrology · 3 days ago

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"i promise myself, while drinking a glass of water in the morning, to tell you. i'll confess what has been on the tip of my tongue tomorrow. you are pretty." — pretty u by seventeen.

୨ pairing ୧ : park sunghoon x fem!reader.

୨ synopsis ୧ : he wouldn't necessarily call himself talkative. sunghoon is just a normal college boy with normal hobbies and interests, so of course he likes talking about that. he likes talking to people, too. his favorite thing to talk about? you. but talking to you? it's an entirely different challenge—and he knows he has to man up and speak up before you get sick of his silence.

୨ wc ୧ : teaser — 673 words. ┆full fic: est. 15k+ words. ୨ release date ୧ : teaser — 07/02/25 ┆full fic: tba (maybe july 20) ୨ genres ୧ : college!au, classmates!au, strangers to lovers, friends to lovers, shy!sunghoon, lowkey loser!sunghoon, down bad!sunghoon, romance, very fluffy, a bit of angst, but a whole lot more comfort, reunited love (kind of), a bit of jealousy, sunghoon is a stupid dumb idiot lover boy. ✮ mentions of enhypen's jake, jay, and heeseung, ive's gaeul and liz, and seventeen's jeonghan. ୨ warnings ୧ : suggestive content in the later part bc they make out (we cheered!!!) swearing, alcohol consumption, parties, brief mention of blood, unintentional self injury, jake lowkey an instigator (and a victim), sunghoon is kind of emotionally constipated but in a good way. (it'll make sense). sunghoon's taller than reader. lmk if i missed anything! ୨ 🍒 yan ୧ : that clip of i-land sunghoon dancing to pretty u.... yeah.

𝙈𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏 ✾ 𝙍𝙀𝘽𝙇𝙊𝙂𝙎 are appreciated.

YOU MARKED TODAY'S DATE WITH ANOTHER X.

thirty six days since the rift.

twenty nine days since the texts stopped.

ten days since random letters started appearing.

you didn’t think he was trying to hide it. and if he did, he was doing a shit job because you were able to recognize his penmanship with just a glance— sunghoon had an odd way of writing the letter y, after all. a different kind of neat with a little flick at the end.

some days, the letters would be slipped in through your locker, and on busier days, it would be on your desk accompanied with food. the drinks varied, but the pastry stayed the same. an almond croissant from your favorite café— the one you used to hangout with him.

“i don’t know what i did, but i hope you know i’m sorry.”

that’s the first letter he wrote. written in a plain piece of yellow pad, contrasting the way it’s elegantly wrapped — in an ivory envelope with a small heart sticker sealing it. you made your friends read it, too. and gaeul cackled loudly, teasing you for immediately turning soft and wanting to run back into sunghoon's arms.

“you’re seriously folding as quick as he folded that half-assed letter.” she said in amusement, chopsticks roughly poking through the seaweed roll on jiwon’s lunch box. the blonde just rubbed your shoulder in understanding, shooting the older girl a glare. “don’t blame our y/n! she’s just a girl in love.”

"hopeless romantics, the two of you." the other girl replied with a shake of her head.

since that day, the letters improved. still in the same off-white envelope, the same red heart-shaped sticker. the content was different each time, but they made your heart race all the same.

“your hoodie today looks comfortable. i hope you’re staying warm.” “i’ve been thinking about how you're the only one that who understands me even when i don’t say a lot. i'm grateful for that.” “i saw you crying today behind the bleachers. you said it was just from a yawn. it must have hurt a lot if you couldn’t tell anyone. the next time you want to yawn again, just call for me, okay?” “i look at you a lot, but i think of you even more. what do i do with you?”

you push the small calendar inside your locker and sigh softly as you peel the heart sticker off, eyes reading through today’s letter.

“it was drizzling today and i felt so much more sullen. it made me realize how much i keep searching for the voice, the presence that made everyday brighter. i miss you, y/n.”

you hate how your first instinct is to look around. to check if you’ll see the same annoyingly handsome, glasses-wearing face that’s been haunting you for the past month. but of course, he isn’t there. so you fold the letter again.

another one added to the collection of the letters that you keep safely in your room so you can read it again later tonight.

away from the crowd of students flocking to their lockers, sunghoon stands with a soft smile on his face as he watches you slip the envelope in your bag. when you close the metal door shut, he takes it as a sign to walk back to jay and jake, hands in his pocket, grinning in victory.

“she didn’t throw your corny letter away this time?” jake howls and sunghoon’s smug expression falls into one of panic, making him smack the boy in the back of his head.

“she never did, idiot. and keep your voice down.”

jay raises his eyebrow. “i don’t understand why you don’t just talk to her. surely it’s easier to just do that rather than… writing all this extra shit every night. who are you? shakespeare?”

sunghoon just sighs and shakes his head, his thumb reaching up to scratch his adam’s apple. “you don’t understand, and pray that you never do. because this shit? it ain’t easy.”

୨ 🍒 yan ୧ : yes. some of the letters are references to some of svt's lyrics. <3 i will open a tag list for this fic, and a permanent one. just shoot me an ask or a reply and i'll add you!!

𝙏𝘼𝙂𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏: @neozon3nha @zerocoded

#₊⊹⁀➴ fic — e404 #sunghoon x reader #sunghoon x you #sunghoon imagines #sunghoon fluff #sunghoon scenarios #sunghoon #sunghoon oneshots #enhypen x you #enhypen oneshots #enhypen x reader

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date-everything-has-taken-over · 1 day ago

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Hi! Hi

Can i please get part two of sick reader with Mac, Skips(my boy deserves so much) Curt and rod, Lux and Amir and Mateo

This time with a reader who owns a restaurant and cafe shop (works there sometimes) and one day the reader got sick and literally pass out on the door and was sick in bed for about 3 days!

If it's not much a trouble thank you!!

Kittyyyy❤️❤️❤️ (def not too much trouble btw)

(Can you tell who my favorite is?👉👈)

After you had lost your job at Valdivian, you had decided to go back to the café your parents left to you. Turns out it needed a bit (a lot) of tlc, so you ended up throwing yourself into running the café. Unfortunately, as the café had been closed for a while, there weren't any employees yet, and you weren't able to get many on short notice, so you decided to take most of the workload until you could get someone to run the place.

It took a bit longer than you thought it would...

Mac🖥

●They're happy to help you with research and ordering what you need when you first take over the café

●They also offer advice and look for better deals online when you order supplies

●They miss you once you start spending more and more time at the café

●They're pretty worried when you come home looking more and more tired

"While I find all your hard work admirable, are you sure you don't need to rest? I have some charming cat videos you may find enjoyable"

●Mac is more subtle when trying to get you to take a break. They most likely won't straight up tell you "you're working too hard, you need to rest"

●When you come home, barely awake, They're even more worried

●When you stay up all night, going through expenses, doing payroll, ect, they "crash" so you end up going to bed

●They feel bad for lying to you, but it's the only thing they can think to get you to rest

●When it finally happens and you come home only to pass out in the front room, they panic

●While you're bedridden, they're worried sick

●Since they have basically all knowledge on the internet, they're using a bunch of home remedies to help you

●Helps you send out emails to your employees that you'll be gone but won't let you do any more work so you can recover

●They'll can't do much since the computer is downstairs, but they're happy to chat with you

●When you start feeling better enough to interface with ur cutie, they still focus more on cute videos and fun, but they still won't let you work

●Once you've fully recovered and go back to the café they suggest you hire someone to help run the café so you're not doing everything alone (very grateful when you tell them you're already looking for someone)

Skips🖤

●He notices when he sees you awake from late at night to early in the morning (sometimes not sleeping at all)

●He doesn't think much of it at first. Maybe you're just basking in the glory of the darkness

●But when you start looking more and more exhausted, he starts worrying

"My penumbra, perhaps a respite is nessacary for you to regain some much needed energy"

●Unfortunately, his request is mostly ignored, so when you come home and pass out, he feels pretty bad

●He knows it's not his fault, but he can't help but feel like he should have done more to dissuade you from working so hard

●While stuck in bed, he keeps you company as you play the ultimate strategic game of darkness tic-tac-toe

●If you're the "moving at all hurts" type of sick, you can just tell him where to put the O (he's always X)

●He let's you win

●If you can't sleep at night, he'll keep you company while trying to help you sleep

●Teddy will also help with stories, and Skips is unwilling to admit he enjoys Teddys stories because it's "not befitting of a dark lord like himself"

●When you start feeling a little better, he distracts you with games, so you continue to rest

"My Penumbra, now that you're feeling a little better... wanna play Minecraft?" (That man owns a Minecraft hoodie I KNOW IT)

●You played for a while until sleep started to take hold of you. He's finishing his house until he feels a weight on his shoulder. You had fallen asleep on his shoulder. A slight yellow blush spreads across his face, and he exits the game and turns off Telly. Skips stays still. Not wanting to disturb his sleep. You shift slightly in your sleep, subconsciously leaning closer to him. The blush worsens, and he hesitantly places a hand softly on your head, trying to keep you from falling.

●Skips realizes it'd probably be pretty uncomfortable to sleep that way all night, so he slowly takes your sleeping body in his arms and carries you to bed

●Betty watches with a knowing smile as he tucks you into bed, kisses your head, and sits at the side of your bed

●He wasn't sure if you would be comfortable sleeping by his side (too awkward to have everything asked), so he falls asleep at the side of your bed while still holding your hand.

●You wake up the next morning, feeling much better. You look down to see Skips, who had fallen asleep on the floor, his head lying at the side of the bed and your hand still in his soft grasp.

●Feeling someone's gaze on him, Skips stirs awake to look up at you. Realizing he fell asleep with you, his face turns a bright yellow, and he averts his gaze

"G-Good morning, my penumbra. I hope you're feeling alright. " his voice is soft, much softer than the voice he tends to put on.

"My god, you're adorable"

Skips's face explodes in a bright yellow blush, and he lays his face down on the bed, hiding his flustered face.

"I-I support your uh... felling b-better?" Clearly, if you were well enough to tease him like this, you were feeling better

●When you return to work, he's asks you multiple times if you're sure you're better, if you have more help around the café

●Relieved when you tell him you found a couple of people who can take most of your workload

Curt and Rod

●I'm gonna be real the first time you came home looking tired they shaded you pretty good

●When they realize you're actually pretty drained, they change the subject and try to get you to people watch with them

●They don't direct any jokes at you for the time being

"You feelin alright?" "Ya, you're lookin kinda...tired

Curt elbows Rod "I mean, uh... don't work too hard, okay?"

●They urge you to vent about any people at work who give you trouble, wanting to distract you and make you laugh as they roast the hell out of people at work that bother you

"I mean, what's so hard to understand about store hours?". "Maybe they think hours are optional," Rod chimes in

● I don't think they realized it was serious until you came home and passed out

●They ran to you immediately, Curt catching you before you hit the floor

●Curt takes you upstairs to bed while Rod runs to get Farya

●They keep you company while bedridden, telling you about the people that walked by your house

●They try to keep it lighthearted. They don't really know how to take care of a sick person, so all they can really do keep you from getting bored

●Thanks to them, you got to know all about how your neighbor a couple of houses down finally broke up with her cheating boyfriend (and about how he cried on her lawn for two hours)

●When you start feeling better, they help you look through the candidates applying to help run the café

●Brutal honestly, if there is a small problem with the resume, they are pointing it out

●They fully don't let you go back to work unless you have people to help run the café

Lux💡

●"Oh, honey, you're looking a little dull. You maybe wanna fix that?" They look through their pr packages. "I got this really good moisturize, like use it"

●Figured you were just having a bad day, so they tossed you the moisturizer and went back to streaming

●Then you come stumbling home and pass out in the living room

●Okay, now They feel bad. They come to visit you and realize you worked yourself way too hard

"Heeeey, Luxies, I'm gonna be signing off for a couple of days, but don't worry, I'll be back"

●They stay at your side to make up for not noticing something was wrong

●Tells you about the latest tea with other influencers and general online drama

●When you start feeling better, he helps you with your skin care routine

●He does full stalker style social media background checks on everyone that applied to run the café

Amir🪞

●Definitely notices right away

●He notices even the smallest chances in your appearance. So when you pull your first all-nighter, he can see the exhaustion in your eyes

● Okay, hear me out on this one. So basically, Scandalabra calls Amir your reflection, not your mirror. Therefore, I think he'd be able to kind of go to work with you. You may not have the dateviators, but as your reflection, he's able to keep an eye on you

●He can't actually do anything, much to his dismay, but he can at least see the level your overworking yourself

●"Eshgham, it breaks my heart to see you work yourself to death. You simply must allow yourself to rest"

●After getting home, he gently guides you upstairs

"I am sorry, but I can't allow this to go on any longer. You, my dear, are going to sleep"

●Amir's usually not a forceful person, but you can't but feel like there's really no room for arguments

●You do, in fact, rest that night. Unfortunately, that only delays the inevitable

●You eventually come home, barely coherent, and promptly pass out on the floor

●I think he'd be a little upset with you for not listening to him, but he's mostly worried about you

●You could be a pale, sweaty, and sick mess, but he'll still tell you how beautiful you are

●He'll stay by your side, brushing your hair so it's not too tangled when you get better

●When you start feeling better, he insists you stay in bed

"You must stay here, Azizam. It's important that you get your beauty rest, not that someone as yourself could get any more beautiful"

●Much like Mac, he doesn't let you leave until you have someone to help you run the Café

Mateo🐈

●Not only does he notice right away, but so do the inanimals

●The first thing he notices is that you're home a lot less, and when you are home, you're half asleep

●Normally, he loves it when you come to help out with the inanimals, but when you start looking more and more exhausted, he makes up excuses to have you rest (somehow the inanimals back this up)

"It's actually nap time for everyone now, so there's really not much for you to do"

As of on que, one of the tassel hounds flops over on your lap, preventing you from leaving

●He tries to keep a calming environment for you, but it can get pretty chaotic around the rescue

●When you come home after a particularly hard day, Mateo notices how sick you look. Davi gives you a careful sniff but reels back as you fall to the floor, unconscious

●The other inanimals swarm you, and Mateo has to pull them away so he can take you to Betty

●When he's not taking care of the inanimals, he's with you

●Most of the inanimals are pretty rowdy, so as much as they wanna see you, Mateo keeps most of them downstairs

●He's happy to tell you all about the shenanigans the inanimals get up to during the day

●Out of everyone him and Betty have the most calming aura

●When you start feeling better, he still encourages you to keep resting

"Mi vida, you really shouldn't be pushing yourself so hard. How about we just cuddle?"

A couple of the inanimals may or may not have squeezed their way in, now its more of a cuddle pile (not that either of you mind)

●When you're well enough to go to work, he worriedly waits for your return

●When you come back, he's at your side right away, taking you to Koa and draps a blanket over you (and by that a mean, he koala style cuddles you)

Whoopsie, this one took a bit longer than planned 👉👈 hope you liked it

I did my best for Lux (low-key don't like them), but feel free to lmk how I can write them more accurately

I've gotten way more requests than I thought I would (not that I mind I'm very flattered, actually), so requests might take a bit longer but I'll try to get everything out in a good time

#date everything #date everything x reader #visual novel #date everything eddie #date everything volt #date everything mac #date everything skips #date everything lux #date everything amir #date everything mateo #date everything curt and rod #date everything curt #date everything rod

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gastersreturn · 3 days ago

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Heya everyone! I have some stuffs to tell you! (good stuffs, dw)

First of all : I passed my first year in animation school! Yippee!! Now I got 3 mouths of vacations, completely free to draw as much as I want! Usually, I have my schedule of 5 pages every 2 weeks, that I had to keep up with school and other stuffs. I had to work on them at night, to finish them barely in time (Honestly don't know how I managed to do that, it's crazy really) BUT, now that I'm not busy for 8 hours every day, I'll be able to work on the comic even more! So during 3 months I'll certainly make more than 5 pages every 2 weeks to catch up the little delay the comic has (Don't expect miracles either though, still need some rest once in a while ToT) But that's not all I'll do during those 3 months, I also want to put the comic on Twitter and Bluesky. I never really used those before, but after talking to a lot of persons about it, I think I'm ready to try x) I'll put the prologue there really soon, and start putting Chapter 1 shortly after It should help the comic to reach more people and be more accessible! And I have decided to release the animatic for the 1th anniversary after putting the comic on Twitter and Bluesky. To be honest, it's not completely finished yet. I said that I would finish it by the end of the month but I kinda just slept and stayed in bed these past few days. I was tired af, body needed rest x) I have some not Gaster's Return related stuffs to do too. I'm helping for a game, I'm animating for the Underevent, I wanted to do the Artfight as well, draw some stuffs just for fun. Anyway, this is going to be some busy vacations x) (Also, I have thought about doing a newsletter to communicate more efficiently, now that the comic will be on 5 different websites. I need to think about it a bit more before doing it though, but it would be cool) I think that's all! Thanks for your attention!

#gaster's return #just some thoughts #undertale #undertale au #undertale fandom #undertale alternate universe #undertale comic #gaster #gaster undertale #undertale gaster

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letters-from-himring-hill · 12 hours ago

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"I'm going to kill him," [Gavrel] mutters darkly, then starts trudging to find the aforementioned dead man. "Atticus! Atticus!" You both shout for him a while, until you find him, in a pile of dead Ramidreju. He turns to you and waves, his tongue flopping from his mouth as he drools slightly. "Oh, heck," I mutter. "He got bitten too, didn't he?" Gavrel restrains a giggle. Barely. "Atticus," he says slowly. "Did one of those bite you?" Atticus nods, if you can call his head flopping down to his chest and back by moving his torso a nod. "Did lots of them bite you?" He 'nods' again, then unsuccessfully tries to stand using his working right hand and a left knee. He flops down into the forest litter and makes a noise that gets across either "you've got to be kidding me" or "if you laugh at me I'll kill you." The situation WOULD be funny if the only unaffected person wasn't the worst fighter in the company, and we weren't still outside the city. "Okay. Gavrel, while you're coherent, I need a rundown on the effects of that venom, and on how long you're likely to be functional..." "I am staying functional. Just, uh, one arm down. And part of a lat..." "Oh, thank heaven." I check to see if I have any open spots in my inventory. "I was getting concerned. Is he going to be okay?" "The poison causes numbness and loss of function until it's purified, and occasionally some weird attempts at self harm. He'll...he'll probably be fine. It looks like he kept his torso from getting bitten, so we shouldn't have to worry about organ shutdown. Maybe he'll lose consciousness, depending on where that bite was, but, uh, Atticus? Did it bite you on your neck or face?" Atticus stays stubbornly quiet, still face down in the dirt, though you're not certain he could actually say which one if he was up enough to face you. "Okay. So you'll probably have to lug him to the next city but he'll probably be alright. I swear, I need a backpack leash for this kid. This is rather impressive but he really should have known better than to chase after them alone." I kneel down to check Atticus' pulse, still a little concerned by his silence... Atticus makes a noise when you touch him, his pulse strong and steady. "Okay, he is still with us," I say, rolling Atticus over on his side and arranging his limbs into a recovery position, just in case, while I wait. He's not only still with you, he's still awake, and glaring straight ahead, most likely embarrassed. There's dirt on his tongue. Gavrel...says, "I can carry him, but I won't be able to get him on my shoulder." "Okay, if you can kneel down I'll try and help you pick him up." I gently wipe some of the dirt away from Atticus' tongue; it feels rude to leave him like that, even if he'll probably hate me for it later. He makes an indignant noise and jerks his torso back, then makes another indignant noise, just to let you know. Gavrel kneels beside him. "Sorry, Atticus, but I figured you wouldn't want to taste dirt all the way back." I move around behind the recumbent wizard, amused by his indignation now that it seems he's not in serious danger, and lift him into a sitting position by the armpits. "If you get an arm around his waist and tell me when to lift I think we can get him onto your shoulder." Gavrel gets his arm around Atticus, who, in turn, adds his arm to the mix — badly, but he's trying, bless. "On three. Ready?" "Ready." I lift with my legs on three. You manage to get him hefted onto Gavrel's shoulder, then help him stand when his numbness throws him off balance a little. "This was poorly planned, Archmage," Gavrel says to his new potato sack as you head out. Atticus, his face in Gavrel's abdomen, makes a pithy sound. I snicker at both of them, but mostly Atticus, and walk beside Gavrel, ready to help steady him if he needs it, and keeping a weather eye out for any threats, since both the actual competent people are now compromised.

It was pretty funny! Even Morwen could appreciate the humour, though she was too worried to really enjoy it. XD Poor Gavrel indeed, though. He had to climb a ladder out of the sewers with one good arm and two people on his back. It was a rough time for everyone.

Me handing out stickers to my favourite characters like

#terrafell #morwen's mission #trauma baby #sock police #excerpts of the insanity

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dkiove · 1 day ago

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THAT ISNT LEAVING, kim mingyu.

plot. in searching for a place to study, mingyu meets you, a deaf schoolmate who manages to catch his eyes. he soon realizes that no matter what he does, you cant hear nor understand him truly. | pairings. college!kim mingyu and deaf!reader notes: italicized parts are sign language | genre: angst (?) | more: my first mingyu fic! i really did my best to research about writing sign language in means to represent in a way that isnt rude nor portray them in ways that seems caricatured. lowercase intended!

the study hall was busy as always.

mingyu looks around, holding a stack of books in his arms— balancing it once in a while from how heavy it is. his eyes scans the entire space, in search for somewhere to sit and begin his academic dwelling.

a frustrated sigh leaves his lips upon realization that its a full house. the final exams were rapidly approaching— some students opted to stay at school to study rather than get distracted in their homes or even the busy city.

mingyu looks around the study hall once again. his eyes lit up seeing you sitting all by yourself. the tables were average in size; definitely could accomodate him and his stuff. from his observations, your stuff were neatly placed near you— leaving lots of spaces for someone like him who is in need of a study table.

he gathers his courage and approaches your direction. there was a subtle hint of peace in your side of the world. the sunlight illuminating from the big window infront of you shone brightly— little bits of silhoutte landed on your stuff as you continued to write.

clearing his throat, mingyu points to the empty space in front of you— "hi, is someone sitting there? could i maybe join you?"

no response. mingyu's polite smile turn to confusion as he flutters his eyelids. he reaches his finger over to the fabric clothed on your shoulder, giving it a small light tap.

you turn your head rapidly, a surprised look on your face— "is someone sitting here with you?", mingyu asks again.

instead of a quick 'yes' or 'no' response, your hands moved quickly, elegantly:

“i’m deaf. i can’t hear you.”

he blinked, momentarily surprised. you signs? mingyu thought.

'AH' a flicker of surprise crossed his face, setting down his books in the table. like muscle memory, his hands moved too—hesitant at first, but clear:

“oh… i didn’t know. i just needed a seat. may i?”

you froze. caught off-guard and flustered. you could nod your head in response— amazed. mingyu sat in front of you, adjusting his seat.

“you know sign language?”

he nodded. “i would say its okay. my aunt is deaf so we all had to learn”

you observe mingyu sprawling his books on the table, taking his colored pens as he began working. the way you looked at him wasnt 'admiration'— it was a sort of belonging.

as a deaf person, it is still a surprise to you whenever someone is able to communicate using sign language. there is happiness and relief everytime; and mingyu was one of those people today.

your finger tapped on the table close to him, he looks up at you— his head tilts a little bit, beckoning for your question— "what's your name?"

mingyu lifts his hand up, puzzled and confused. you laugh, realizing that he might not know how to properly sign his name. in defeat, mingyu sighed and lend his id— 'kim mingyu', you thought.

"how about you?" he asks in return. a smile etched on your lips as you softly pushed forward one of your notebook, pointing to your name written on the page— 'kang [yn]'

mingyu responds with a thumbs up, biting his lip nervously trying to hide the giggles trying to escape.

you both return to your studies. and for a moment, it was just the two of you in a world of sunlight and scribbled thoughts. no awkwardness, no need to fill the quiet.

you would look up once in a while just to catch him taking glances of you—amused, as if trying to read something between the lines.

some beginnings don’t need noise.

some just need someone who knows how to listen—even when no words are spoken.

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first interactions often ends at that moment.

but lucky for mingyu, that wasnt the last he'd seen of you.

would he call it a crush? or maybe genuine interest? or could it be just exam preparatory blues; seeking solace in another struggling student. but one thing was certain in mingyu— he wanted to see you.

after every class he would jog quick to the study hall even if he had nothing to study about. you slowly had noticed his sly movements and gestures— choosing to sit with you even if the rest of the tables werent occupied.

mingyu would also 'stare' intently; often catching him stealing glances, hiding behind his book whenever both your eyes meet.

was it a crush? of course it was a crush. but deep inside, there were doubts that clouded your mind.

today was another usual day. except—it wasn’t your usual day.

instead of spending another afternoon tucked away in the study hall with textbooks and silence, mingyu had shown up beside your desk, eyes bright, fingers fumbling a little as he signed:

“want to get ice cream?”

you almost declined—out of habit, maybe—but there was something soft in the way he asked, something unspoken. so you nodded.

and now here you both were, sitting on a worn picnic bench under a shy sun, the air warm and still; racing to eat your ice cream before the heat had got to it first.

you caught him watching you as you licked a drip from the side of yours. you smiled—not with your voice, not even with your hands, just your eyes. a small thank you. he returned it like it was something precious.

"how was your exam preparations?" he asked aloud, then paused—remembering—before signing the same thing slowly, with a furrow of concentration.

you answered with a nod and a slight shrug: “its okay.”

he grinned. “you’ll do great.” then added in a playful, crooked sign, “you’re smarter than me anyway.”

mingyu could only laugh, the sound light, pulling the tension from his shoulders. but then something shifted in the quiet. not discomfort—just the kind of silence that comes when someone is thinking too hard.

his fingers tapped nervously against the paper napkin beside him. you noticed.

“you know,” he said slowly, looking down at his half-eaten cone, “i’ve been thinking a lot lately.”

you tilted your head, watching his mouth move yet his message werent conveyed through sign. your eyebrows furrowed, eagerly pointing for him to use his resting hands.

he sighed nervously, signing— a little hesitant this time:

“thinking. about… you.”

you blinked. he smiled to himself, eyes still not meeting yours. mingyu then looked up. his gaze was steady, but there was a fragile edge to it— "thinking about you, always"

he stopped, shook his head slightly, like the words weren’t lining up the way he wanted. you felt the heat rising in your cheeks. mingyu dropped his hands to his lap for a second, then lifted again. slower now.

“i guess what i’m trying to say is—”

he looked directly at you now, vulnerable and sincere.

mingyu didn’t say the words. his lips didnt part and his mouth didnt move: “i like you.”

not exactly.

but they were there—in every pause, every sign, every glance.

you didn’t answer right away.

instead, you looked down at your ice cream, watched the puddle forming around the edges of the cone. then slowly, you reached over and nudged your napkin toward him, brushing your fingers lightly against his hand in the process.

your eyes met.

you didn’t sign anything.

but he smiled—small, almost relieved. like he understood anyway.

---

may it had been a few dates after that?

a casual after class stroll in the park, bike riding, taking pictures, eating ice cream, going to pop-up stores— mingyu would always take you.

after every end of the day, he would remind you how much he liked you. signing with all his humility and admiration— "i like you" was his message every single day.

but there was always something that gloomed you. mingyu may not have noticed occassionally but you always do. the way he would forget and just continue talking without signing, leaving you in confusion— and when he would snap back to reality, he'd sign a simple "nevermind all that"

in sharing his favorite songs, observing the certain sounds around the environment, calling out to you— he would sometimes forget, and that would leave you off the trail.

there werent any words that could describe the way youre feeling; literally.

its not like you dont like him. mingyu is nice, very nice. he seemed genuine and his actions shared his interest to get to know you better than just treat this like another way to pass his time.

he knew sign language for god's sakes.

thoughts are rushing in— amplifying the noise; not from the silence of your world, but from the heaviness of your heart.

its full of why's, how's, when, what, a lot of those things. it all pounced down one by one slowly; slow yet tormenting. "i like you", it repeated again and again. his actions, his gestures, his intentions— it was all too much.

besides, you both cannot understand each other. you cannot understand him— he disappears whenever he doesnt use his hands to communicate. and most of all, he doesnt understand you.

the emptiness of your apartment was a high contrast from the world you were introduced to when you're with him. it wasnt gloomy— it was warm and bright as he carried you through everything hand in hand.

but then again— you cant understand him and he doesnt understand you.

---

mingyu stared at his phone, your text thread glowing in the early morning light.

a simple good morning, sent over an hour ago. a few emojis scattered underneath—his usual attempt to keep things light, to make you smile through the screen like he always hoped to in person.

he saw the word 'seen' pop up a while ago yet no reply followed.

at first, he brushed it off. maybe you were busy. maybe your phone was in your bag. maybe you saw it half-asleep and thought you’d reply later. or maybe—just maybe—you typed something and forgot to hit send.

he turned his phone over, then back again. the screen lit up. still nothing.

the minutes stretched.

something in his chest felt tight, like a thread being tugged the longer the silence went on.

by midday, mingyu couldn’t focus. he told himself he wouldn’t be that guy—the one who overthinks a single unread message. but still, he found himself walking, when he didnt see you at the study hall, his feet moved almost on their own, until he was near your building.

he stood across the street for a few minutes, watching as people passed in and out, pretending he just happened to be nearby.

but he knew exactly why he was there.

finally, he crossed.

his phone buzzed. he checked it with hope that leapt too fast— not you.

mingyu glanced at the entrance, then looked down at his shoes, sudddenly unsure if showing up like this was a mistake. just as he turned to leave, the door opened.

it was you.

you stepped outside, head slightly down, hand gripping tightly on your bag.

his heart skipped once. he raised a hand instinctively, a soft wave—then he stepped forward, catching your line of sight.

you looked at him; but didn’t stop.

no smile. no sign. nothing.

you just kept walking, slipping past him like he wasn’t there.

his throat tightened. confused, he turned quickly and stepped in front of you, blocking your path gently. you stopped—but only because you had to.

he raised his hands, slow and cautious.

“did i do something?” he signed—you didn’t respond.

your eyes flicked to the side, your shoulders tense. you stepped to walk around him. mingyu's hand reached out—tentative but firm—fingers wrapping around your wrist, holding you in place.

you looked up, startled.

he signed again, this time slower, his brows knitting in quiet worry: “what’s wrong?”

you didn’t say anything—not with your hands. not with your eyes.

you just stared at his fingers on your wrist, like they weren’t supposed to be there. mingyu let go slowly, as if releasing something delicate.

his heart was pounding, but he tried not to show it. tried to stay calm, even though the silence between you was louder than anything he’d ever heard.

your gaze finally lifted—met his for half a second—then dropped again. your hands twitched slightly, as if considering a reply; but nothing came out.

“please,” he signed, his movements gentler now. “if you’re upset... if something happened... just tell me.”

a breeze pushed past the two of you, rustling the trees behind the building. someone exited through the side door. a car honked far off in the street. normal sounds. everyday life. but it all felt strangely distant.

"why are you doing this to me", you signed, for the first time in a very long silence. "doing what?", mingyu responds, confused and frustrated.

you didn’t move, nor reply. leaving him dumbfounded thinking that he was gonna get the answers he ached to have.

mingyu’s breath hitched, chest rising and falling as he stood there, helpless. the silence between you had never felt so loud before—so defeaning.

he signed again, lips quivering, this time slower, his hands trembling slightly: “i just want to understand.”

nothing.

your gaze flicked to the side, deliberately avoiding his hands now. you weren’t just silent. you were shutting him out.

his arms dropped to his sides; and something inside him—snapped.

it wasn’t anger. not quite.

it was heartbreak. the kind that builds quietly in the corners of your ribs, then crashes all at once. the kind that makes you want to puke, nauseous, sick, and disgusted.

mingyu took a step back. hands clenched at his sides. he opened his mouth and for once, he didn’t sign.

"why are you being like this to me"

he’s speaking now. words tumble out of him like something broken loose. his voice cracks; his hands stay at his sides.

you didn’t hear it— you cant hear it. your face remained still, unreadable. you saw his lips move but he didnt sign.

mingyu continues, more desperate now—“i wanted to be someone who could meet you there. in your world. but I can’t find the right signs. and when i speak… you don’t hear me.”

his voice cracked on the last phrase. his eyes burned, throat tightening with everything he couldn’t seem to say in the language you shared.

tears brim your eyes. shaking, your hands move; slowly and desperately— "i cant hear you"

he laughed once. short. bitter. and wiped at his eyes with the heel of his palm. you blinked, tilting your head slightly as a frown etches in the corner of your mouth— "i. dont. understand. you"

mingyu flinches, "it doesnt matter if i talk to you like this or speak, you dont choose to understand me anyways", he responds.

you didn’t move— "if that's what you feel then why dont you go"

his eyes flickers, an unfazed look in his face as he inches towards your direction. for a short while, mingyu couldnt think of a response. you both face each other, waiting for something.

may it arrive or not; it was all a damning question.

even in times like these, the crickets still sounded louder— accompanying the hearts of two people, beating and pulsating softly. the moon still shined brightly, lapsing the tears that adorned the longing eyes of those who seek for answers.

“if i go,” he signs, gentle and careful, “how will you call for me?”

“i’ll just end up looking back at you, terrified that maybe— maybe you’re trying to tell me something.”

“and that isn’t leaving.”

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arrowlantern · 3 days ago

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I feel like the reverse is also possible in the sense that Kyle automatically makes the most beautiful art within Connor's presence for he is a muse whose beauty he wouldn't be able to paint even if he had a hundred lifetimes while Connor is like "I wonder if he thinks we are friends"

the way ik exactly what post of mine this is referring to and i forgot. to answer. I AM SO SORRY ANON. anyways i think about this a lot. because 2 me… kyle has a very specific set of flirting techniques and tendencies that he uses on women his age. like there’s the before and the After of getting his lantern ring but the gist of it stays relatively the same.

compared to connor, who is generally unaware of his own attractiveness. kyle is a pretty boy and he *knows* this!!! i imagine his time during college before meeting alex was spent as a floater. not sticking with 1 specific friend group, chatting up lots of ppl, and enacting his evil flirting schemes. i loveee to imagine he pulls totally corny lines and stupid stereotypical scenarios… “oh no i dropped my sketchbook :((( would u mind grabbing it for me :3” and then Bam! trap is set

green lantern v2 #51

the issue with kyle ++ dating is that he isn’t the total sweetheart he portrays himself as, and definitely isn’t responsible enough to maintain a long term relationship. we see this with alex a lot, how he genuinely cares for her, but implements his dummy little puppy dog eyes and pushes important conversations aside .

he likes to have fun!!! and there is nothing wrong with that, however he does come to learn that moderation and communication r very important. especially when he gains his super powers 🙂‍↕️

back to connor now! kyle likes him a LOT. and i don’t even just mean in a hypothetical shipping romance scenario, we have lots of concrete proof that kyle is able to shed his more macho showboating protective mannerisms. this is rlly meaningful bc kyle fights with like. Every other male hero his age that he encounters on a regular basis

green arrow v2 #104 // excerpt from a sherwood forest letter abt the issue

the point of all this yap, is that as comfortable as kyle is with connor, i still think he’d have hang ups with his own sexuality. we see this in their next cross-over arc, the infamous hard travelling heroes sequel. kyle opens up to connor a ton, and this scares him. he’s used to kinda joking around and keeping his feelings + grief to himself. but something about the way connor comes across as so genuine, both in care and interest in kyle as a person — make it a lot easier to talk.

green lantern v3 #76 + 77 // green arrow v2 #110

and yeah kyle kind of. immediately goes on 2 sabotage this in the next issues, but connor listens!!! like this is the most important part, because connor could’ve just brushed him off or got mad. kyle can be an aggravating personality to deal with on the long term. so yeah anon like you said, connor is doing all this with zero ulterior motive — and solely because he considers kyle a Very good friend 🥳

green lantern v3 #77

ALRIGHT! finally. the point i was trying to achieve abt kyle rayner flirting with men methods. i do not believe he is as successful or as skilled, and i think he’d fuck up even *asking* connor if he could paint him close up. but even without any specifically canonized romantic feelings toward kyle as a person, connor always shows him so much kindness and compassion.

tl:dr — kyle rayner professional fumbler of men he is extremely attached to // but connor usually manages to reel him back in .

#dia.txt #asks #kyle rayner #connor hawke #connorkyle #green arrow #green lantern #dc comics #holy yap batman!!

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witerh · 11 hours ago

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Can you help me? || from best friend to boyfriend re4r!leon

NSFW!

warnings: fluff, pussy drunk leon, cunnilingus, bites and hickeys on the thighs, squirt, leon is addicted w/ your pussy, p in v, straight spoon posе (yeah, something new), from gentle to rough, cream pie, aftercare; reader and leon is silent but he is also an corny, events happen between re2r and re4r

notes: ohhh, I tried to make it in time for the holiday, anyway... congratulations, have a happy weekend! love ya, guys

rating: explicit

summary: at a Fourth of July fireworks show, your view is blocked by the crowd. leon, without a second thought, picks you up off the ground and puts you on his shoulders while he desperately tries to ignore how badly he wants to fuck you.

You shivered as he feels yours thighs squeezing and vibrating slightly around his head as his tongue runs up and down your soft, wet pussy. He was kneeling in front of you, his fingers gripping your plush thighs as he devoured your cunt greedily. You were now his oasis in the middle of the arid desert. Your palms were pressed against your own lips, you tried as best you could to hold back and he only teased you, his tongue flicking around your clit. It made you tremble on his tongue, he was testing your patience: “could she hold out me?” he thought.

Wait, how did that happen?

Fourth of July.

As a red-blooded American, it should have been one of Leon Scott Kennedy's favorite holidays. Yet, in light of all the government corruption he'd come across in his time spent working for them, he hardly felt like celebrating the nation.

You grew up with since you were practically diaper wearing kids. You were there at your bests and worsts, at every era. This is true, Leon hid his feelings for you, they were strong. He only wanted to see you as a friend when he saw you dating other boys when you were in university. You saw him only as a good friend and it probably should have remained that way.

This became one of the reasons for leaving for another city after finishing his studies, supposedly for work. He needed a distraction. I won't lie, his feelings never went away. His heart was louder than his thoughts, he wanted to be in the place of those guys who were hitting on you.

When he talked to you, it was hard to restrain himself from kissing you, pulling you towards him, and telling you how much he loved you. It broke his heart, he held back his feelings for years. From the most innocent thoughts about you turned into the filthiest.

You both needed to talk before it went too far.

You had invited him to come watch the fireworks with them it wasn't as though he could say 'no' without going into a long-winded story involving a lot of trauma that he definitely didn't need to be sharing with them—so he'd said 'yes'.

He was standing in a large crowd of people, his hand gently wrapped around your forearm so that he didn't lose you in the sea of otherwise meaningless faces this evening. He slid his hand down your arm, grasping your hand as he pulled you closer to him.

"Stay close to me, yeah?" He didn't look down at you as he spoke, but it was obvious he was talking to you. He got your short 'uh-huh'.

As the fireworks show began, the unfortunately vertically-challenged you found their view blocked out by some of the taller people in the crowd. They weren't about to complain out loud, but...

"Can you see?" Leon asked, his voice coming out gruffer than intended. He glanced down at them, trying to imagine what portion of the sky they were actually able to see.

"Oh, no, I can't see," you stand on your toes, trying to see even more fireworks, beautiful lights and it was cute from the outside. "can you help me?"

Without saying anything, he reached down and plucked them from the ground, putting them up on his shoulders so that they had an unobstructed view of the impressive display.

"Now I can see everything, my thanks to you." you settled comfortably on his shoulders, you could see the huge crowd and the beautiful fireworks show.

Meanwhile, Leon was trying desperately not to focus on how good it felt to have their thighs so close to his head, or what it might be like to have them on their back with his head between their thighs in a far different position.

To be honest, he tried to be decent, his head was absolutely empty. There was nothing but you.

God knows what happened after that, or at least during the way to find a place.

So here they were now, you weren't know what time it is anymore and doesn't even care, Honestly, they weren't care about anything that's happening around them and outside the bedroom of yours where they were; he didn't understand whether it was your wonderful taste of your pussy or just ordinary fell in love.

The muffled music and the noise of fireworks from the streets reaches Leon ears along with the sound of licking and sucking coming from the lips of his, you were sitting on the bed with him kneeling between your legs, sucking your pussy like a hungry dog, sucking his best friend's pussy; he wasn't know how he got here, he wasn't know if you convinced him arguing that he 'needed some fun' and that this was 'a reward for him having agreed to go with them to this' or if they just got carried away in the heat of the moment, but you weren't give a damn either, too busy trying to cover your mouth with your hand to muffle your moans that you were sure would be loud as you rolled your eyes in pleasure and pushes your hips towards his head wanting to feel more of that sensation of Leon's tongue running along your soaking slit, feeling his noses brush against your swollen clit before he lowered his tongues to your entrance, thrusting the tip of his tongue inside your pussy, making you arch his back.

“W-why are you so good at this...?” you said with voice of yours muffled by your own hand covering mouth of yours, knowing you were being sensitive and looking like a cheap whore as your hand dropped from your mouth to his hair, tangling fingers of yours in his hair to feel his tongue rubbing against your pussy and your breath began to mist from your lips, your head falling back as a moan escaped your lips and you felt his fingers digging into your thighs.

“I missed you pretty much because, dove.” he mumbles into your heated skin of your cunt, his voice muffled

You both no longer remembered how it all happened, how it turned out that your childhood friend—your support, your everything—was now kissing and undressing you. You probably missed him as much as he did...

You pressed your cunt against Leon's parted mouth, filled with drool of greed, his tongue sticking out, muscle excited, wriggling, until feeling the press of your puffy folds against him, and you feel the vibration of his moans, whiny low and pleased to the point of his cock chubbing up his sweats, as he laps to part your labia, drink in the slick that drips to slip down his working throat, spit soaked, pouting lips closing harsh and sucking in every crevice of your pussy.

“Damn, that tastes like candy,” he sighs, blowing on your cunt, his tongue flicking around your clit. “you will drive me to my grave, know that.”

Hips rolling down in rapid motion, thighs flexing, skin supple and taunting from where they're positioned from each side of his head, a mop of his mussed, haphazard dirty blonde locks brush and tingle you, as you brush them away, trembling hands tracing over his face, collecting the slipping through fingers liquid strands; his eyes fluttering at the slow, gentle caress, long eyelashes quivering, hiding the view of his blearing, hazy baby blues, moaning around a mouth full of your fluttering pussy.

You slipped, when your stomach churns with impending, searing orgasm, and drag down, leon's mouth agape, gasping either for air, or more of you, and then sputters, chokes, as your cunt presses against the outline of his bobbing adam's apple, his hands twitching upwards, veiny fingers clawing up your rounded, exposed hips, blunt nails sinking in, holding, but not pulling you away, no, he holds you, let's you rock over the sharp shape of the cartilage that presses in the sensitive lips of your cunt, drag your folds over, the short hairs of the stubble that trails down his neck even after shaving rasps hard, but it's what makes your toes flex, curling.

Leon's skin flaring up a vivid, striking pink, cheeks mottled with color, not enough oxygen, but he helps you rock yourself down, harder, quicker, until you come across his arching neck, gushing and spasming, despite the fact that his jaw ached from sucking your pussy; your whimpery moans catching in time with his breathy, coughy gasps, watery eyes rolled back, away with his lolling head, as you slide even more down, weakly, moving your weight away, settling instead over his expanding chest, glancing behind to search for any tissues, only to see a prominently wet patch soaking the crotch of his pants, throbbing restlessly.

“Mhm, let's dry you off before we continue,” he coos and wipes your thighs and his chin from your juices. “it's so clean and everything for me this evening...”

The napkin was lying casually on the bed as he hovered over you with his stupid grin, his eyes sparkling with the pleasure of continuation of evening, your breathing had already returned to normal so why not; he leaned towards you, his still wet lips pressed against yours, your palms lay on his cheekbones, pulling him even closer so that your noses remained only centimeters apart.

The kiss lingered, the fire of lust igniting inside you both again, his still wet spot on your pants visible even in the dark, his hands sliding over your body, examining every inch, every a mole and a freckle. Your pussy was wet again, your plump clit was pulsating, you and he didn't know what overexcitement was, when you still felt pleasure and only pleasure.

He pulled away from your lips, a thread of saliva broke between your lower lips, the apples of your cheeks turned a beautiful pink, you brought your legs together and rubbed them to somehow soothe the itch between your legs. He grinned looking at you, you were so slutty and he saw you like this for the first time and understood that he was falling in love with you even more.

"Someone's getting impatient already, huh?" he teases you, his thumb stroking your cheek and you nod at him. You both weren't shy anymore and accepted your feelings for what they really were. With a sharp jerk and with your squeak of surprise he turned you both over, swapping your places with each other: now he was lying with his back to the pillows and your back was pressed against his broad bare chest.

“Hey, what are you thinking?” you asked a little confused as his hand reached between you to pull his pants down and expose his erection, it hit your thigh with a wet thud leaving a trace of his pre-cum

“I think about how well you would take my cock inside you,” he thinks, resting his chin on the top of your head, while his hands shamelessly and tenderly run over your body as if it were his own, no, you were his own this evening; his hands squeezed your nipples softly, his fingers quickly flicked your nipples, pinched them, giving you sighs and feeling how your pussy cries on the length of his cock that was pressed against your crotch. “Do you think you can handle it?”

“I think yes, I can handle it.”

You have to answer for your words, so your hands touched his cock between his legs, stroking that soft pink head that was leaking onto your fingers, it made Leon breathless under you, you got carried away, his veins on his penis swelled and pulsated under the thin skin, now your fist was stroking him, these were your 'thank you', but in actions.

“Stop playing, sweetheart, you’re teasing me cruelly,” he growls near your ear, he blows on your earlobe, your hands let go of his cock which seemed to ache without your touch. “That’s enough, that’s it, otherwise I will tease you..”

“Teasing? I thought you were enjoying it,” you mutter with a sly smile on your face that he can't see and you can afford it. He just chuckled at your words, even his threats don't scare you. His right hand let go of your waist to grab the base of his cock and pump it, teasing you, rubbing it against your aching crotch, it made you whine.

Damn, he wasn't kidding.

Another stroke grazes your clit, moving down your plump lower lips, claiming this territory as his with his clear, slick fluid on your body. You moaned, arched on him and it made him smirk.

"Now do you understand how it felt for me?" He stopped doing it only after your desperate nod. So, he intended to fuck you, who would stop him when you agreed to it?

His strong arms wrapped around your beautiful body to hold you right now, when it finally happened, what stars in the sky aligned for this to happen. Without hesitation he entered you not all the way, slowly moving inside by your drawn out moan before he reached your cervix and his head kissed it. He jerked his hips back and the sharp thrust inside you stimulated your G-spot, causing your toes to curl. Your feet rested on the bed, trying to breathe deeply and slowly at this gentle pace.

“Mhh, that's how it is, dove,” his hands slid pleasantly over your curves, it relaxed you greatly. “you are doing so well.”

“Oh my gosh you just sent me to heaven on a direct flight,” you breathed out with a small grin and you received a kiss on the shoulder for it. “just don’t stop, please.”

Your cunt slurped lustfully on his cock, dripping and leaving your thighs dirty and his thighs too. His pace suddenly but smoothly increased: from gentle but deep thrusts they turned into fast and deep ones, because of this your walls squeezed him tightly in a vice.

His free hand grabbed your wrists and lifted them above your head, leaving you helpless, but you could still move your hips in time with him, the friction bringing you both a pleasant pleasure. “Fuck, you’re cheating...” you mumble, mixed with moans as his cock milks fat cunt of yours.

"Who said I can't do this? If I want, I'll do it again and again..." he giggled and his other hand dropped between your thighs and pleasantly rubbed your swollen clitoris. Your 'ahh's' were excellent and he was proud of himself that he could bring you to this, but it was not the end!

The bed began to creak under both of your weights, the bed frame was hitting the wall, the neighbors were ready to shout 'earthquake'. He gently bit your shoulder, you meowed back and whined, your chest rose and fell quickly, you gasped, trying to swallow more air inside but his cock made your lungs burnt. His cock would slip out of your pussy sometimes, and he had to stop for a moment to let go of your clit and guide himself back inside you.

“That’s how it is, I feel you’re close, don’t you?” it was as if he was purring under your ear on purpose, leaning down and licking your earlobe. His dull nails would occasionally brush your clit, mostly just his thumb would stroke your clit, but right now he wasn't pinching hard enough to make you scream but enough to make you whine with two fingers, pinching it between them.

"Yeah, I'm damn close, Leon," you couldn't stand it, that is, you could stand his pace but you couldn't stand your orgasm, you again felt that pleasant sensation in the form of spasms in your lower abdomen. Your thighs were shaking and the walls of your cunt were practically pulsating around him. “Leon!”

You bit your lower lip, feeling pleasant spasms, down there, he continued to pound your pussy and polish your clitoris, squeezing out all the last juices from you on this wonderful evening.

He was a monster in your bed.

The area in your chest and neck turned red, filling with a hot blush as you tried to come to your senses, you could already feel slight notes of pain in your hips, another push, push and another push he finally felt that it was about to cum. “Honey, I’m so close, I’m going to—ah!”

He felt a surge of excitement and heat in your pussy—you were so hot right now, it was what pushed him to finally cum: the head of his cock pressed against your cervix—his pelvis against your pelvis as he exploded inside you.

“Phew, I guess that was good,” he sighs and releases your wrists and flips you over to face him, pulling his cock out of you and you wrap your arms around him. “no, not just good, but fucking awesome.”

“You gave me a fucking amazing evening too, Leon, thank you,” you smiled at him and your lips met in a sensual and pleasant kiss while his cum flowed down your thighs from your cunt.

Thanks for reading!

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shiggysimp69 · 1 day ago

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A Rare Pair

Chapter 1: An Impulsive Start

18+

Reader meets Tomura after bumping into him on her way home from work. They instantly hit it off, Reader being interested in Tomura's personality while he's interested in... other things. Even though they're seemingly polar opposites and people are unhappy with their relationship, they try to stay together against the odds.

Bimbo Reader | Weird, gamer boy Tomura | Lots of sexualization | 4.9k Words

“You're headin’ out already, sweetie?”

You casually reapplied your lip gloss, popping your lips before turning to your coworker.

“Yes, ma'am.” You replied, nodding.

“We all appreciated you takin’ Johnny's shift today.”

Your coworker, Kelley, leaned against the countertop, toying with her necklace. A small smile was on her lips.

“It's no problem at all! I'm just gonna make myself a macchiato and head home.”

Kelley's face instantly scrunched up in disgust.

“You really like dat nasty thing?”

“What!? It's good! I like the bitter taste.”

Kelley folded her arms.

“My recommendation? The latte macchiato. It still has dat bitter taste but it's not as overpowerin’.”

You put a finger on your lips, thinking.

“Okay, I can give it a try.”

“Man the register for me, I'll make ya one.” Kelley said, giving you a pat on the back before walking away. It was getting close to closing time so there weren't many guests anyway. But you did as you were told and kept an eye out for people. You hummed a little tune, pulling out your pocket mirror to check your makeup.

“Here ya go.”

You closed the mirror with a click, then turned to face Kelley.

“Thank you so much!”

You grabbed the drink from her, swishing it around a bit.

“I'll try it on my way home. Thanks again!” You said as you quickly went to grab your belongings. Kelley waved you off before going back to the register.

Once you stepped outside you were hit with a refreshing gust of wind. You took a deep breath, taking in the majesty that was spring weather, then started to head home. You'd been walking to and from work ever since your parents stopped giving you a ride. Well, they stopped doing a lot of things when you turned eighteen. Like giving you a place to live. You had to quickly learn that money wasn't only used for clothes and makeup and that you'd have to work hard in order to sustain yourself. Thankfully, with the help of your friend, Rámona, you were able to save up and quickly buy your own apartment. It was small but you didn't care. And lucky for you, you loved your job. You just had to make drinks all day and then you’d get money. Easy peasy!

Bored, you pulled out your phone, huffing as you had to turn the brightness up to counteract the ever dimming sunlight. A pleased hum escaped your lips, happy to be able to engage with your Instagram feed. You continued your walk, letting your legs guide you as your mind wandered elsewhere. You absentmindedly took a sip of your drink, the bittersweet flavor hitting your taste buds.

“Oooo. This is so much better than the original!” You exclaimed, looking at the drink in your hand.

“I'll have to make myself one tomorrow.” You said, focusing back on your phone. You mindlessly turned down an alleyway before suddenly slamming into someone. Completely taken aback, you looked up to see a scruffy looking man with cloudy gray hair. And to your horror, his hoodie absolutely covered in your drink. You gasped, clasping your hands over your mouth. The man’s hair was covering his face but you could feel the anger seething off of him. He promptly switched his attention from his chest to you, fully prepared to chew you out. But quickly stopped upon seeing you. You were gorgeous. Your beautiful doe eyes stared up at him with such sorrow and remorse, making his heart ache. Your face was so visibly soft and your makeup did absolute wonders for your look. Not to mention your figure. You looked like a model. No, a goddess. In an instant, all anger left him, leaving nothing but desire.

“Oh my god! I am so, so, so, sorry!”

He bit his lip. Even your voice was beautiful.

“Oh my god, let me see if I have some napkins or something.”

He watched as you reached into your bag, hoping to find something that could help mend this situation. The man was surprised, to say the least. A girl like you, actually caring about a guy like him? Unheard of. He fully expected you to scoff and continue on your way, blaming the whole thing on him. He was distracted too after all, head buried in his phone playing his newest RPG. And even if you weren't an ass hole like most of the women he encountered on a daily basis, he figured you'd be at the very least grossed out by him. And yet, here you were. You grumbled as you came up empty handed.

“I don't think I have any. I'm sorry.” You said, looking up at him with a pout.

“No, that's okay.”

The man shifted his weight, trying his best not to stare.

“I'm so, so, sorry.” You repeated, quickly bowing to further your point.

“It's okay. Don't worry about it.”

You silently watched him, wondering what you could do to help. Then it dawned on you.

“Oh!”

You clapped your hands together in excitement.

“You should come to my place and clean yourself off!”

His eyes widened in shock. Was this girl serious?

“My house isn't far from here and you can even use my shower if you want.”

You threaded your fingers together, looking up at him, patiently awaiting his response. He knew it really wasn't that big of a deal. It was getting late, so it wasn't like anyone would see the huge stain on his hoodie. He didn't live far either, he could easily just go home. But then he'd miss out on getting closer to you. This was an opportunity of a lifetime. How could he say no?

“Really?”

You quickly nodded.

“I don't mind. It's the least I could do for causing you all this trouble.”

He couldn't tell if you were just that kind hearted or downright stupid. And he didn't care to know.

“Alright then.”

Your face lit up.

“Great! Follow me.”

You tucked your phone away, before continuing your journey home. Now, with an extra companion.

“Oh, I forgot to ask. What's your name?”

The man paused for a minute.

“Tomura.”

“Woah, that's a super interesting name! You must not be from here, just like my friend.”

Tomura didn't respond but it didn't seem to matter because you kept talking regardless, giving him your name.

“Don't worry Tomura, we'll be there soon!”

It didn't take long to reach your apartment, you unlocking the door and stepping inside only after a few minutes. You let out a long sigh as you stretched your tired muscles.

“Make yourself at home! I'll go get you a towel.”

Tomura watched as you ran off, feeling a bit awkward. This was the closest he'd ever been—and probably will ever be—to a girl. No one would even talk to him, let alone, invite him into their home. You were such a strange girl. Tomura decided to take a look around while you were gone. It was a small suburban apartment and from what he could see, you really liked decorations. Various nicknacks were scattered all around the living room in an almost orderly fashion. He wondered if you tried and failed to organize or if you liked where everything was. Tomura didn't move from the front door, however. It felt less weird there. Less like he was actually allowed in this girl's house and more like he was just a visiter waiting to leave. Moments later, you returned, a big smile plastered on your face.

“Here ya go.”

Tomura reluctantly took the towel from you. It was bubble gum pink with little white dogs on it. He couldn't tell if he hated it or thought it was cute.

“You ready?” You asked, tilting your head to the side. He looked back up at you.

“Uh, yeah. Sure.”

You promptly led him to your bathroom and showed him how to work your shower.

“Oh! And you can use any soap you want. Just don't use too much of my strawberry one, it's my favorite.” You giggled, pointing at the bright red and pink soap bottle. You didn't have to worry about that. He probably wasn't going to use any of these considering the choices were strawberry, vanilla sugar cookie, and peaches n’ cream. Why did you even have so many soaps? Tomura had one that did everything, what was even the point in this?

“Okay. I'll leave you to it! Just toss me your clothes after you take them off and I'll wash them.”

You gave him one last smile before stepping out of the room and closing the door.

Tomura just stood there, feeling completely out of his element. Everywhere he looked there was something either pink, red, and or Hello Kitty themed. At this point he was sure you probably pissed pink. That however, didn't stop him from snooping around a bit. He carefully picked up your razor, twisting it around in his fingers. You had cleaned it well, not a single hair being left on it. He wondered if you shaved your pussy with it; tentatively giving the object a small sniff. He sadly couldn't tell based on smell alone. It seemed like he'd just have to see for himself. Tomura gently put the razor back where it belonged, then moved to your oral products. You didn't have anything flashy, just a toothbrush, floss, and a small mouth wash. He reached for your toothbrush, debating whether or not he should brush his own teeth with it. The temptation of an indirect kiss weighed on his mind heavily. How, the next time you'd be in here brushing your teeth, you would never even know that you were sharing such an intimate moment with him.

“Ahh…” Tomura rasped, his mind quickly becoming cluttered with lewd thoughts. He hoped you couldn't hear him. He decided to simply put it back, actually brushing his teeth with it would be too risky. Feeling satisfied, he got back to the task at hand. Showering. He looked back over his options of soap before sighing, deciding to take the peaches n’ cream one. The lesser of two evils. He stripped off his clothes, letting them fall to the floor before picking them up and tossing them outside. He could hear your quiet, ‘thank you!’ through the door. He didn't reply, simply getting in the shower and turning it on. This one was gonna be cold.

After leaving Tomura, you headed to your room to change out of your stuffy work clothes. You rummaged through your drawers before pulling out your white camisole and baby blue sleep shorts, slipping them on. The lightweight outfit felt cool against your warm skin, bringing you instant comfort. Changing into your pajamas was probably your favorite part of the day. Other than when you talked with your friends, or watched TV, or cooked dinner, or took a bath. You had a lot of favorite parts of the day.

“Okay!”

You clapped your hands together.

“Now clothes.”

You made your way to the laundry room, humming as you dumped Tomura’s clothes into your washer machine. Topping them with your lavender scented laundry detergent, you turned it on and the soft tumble of the machine filled the room. You were unsure of what to do now to help pass the time. Thinking for a moment, you decided to go watch some TV. You went and sat down on your couch, turning on the television. Your TV was small and the quality wasn't very good but you loved it anyway. As long as you could watch your favorite shows, it didn't matter. You switched the channel to your all time favorite show, Love Island, giggling and kicking your feet when it started. Halfway through the episode, you suddenly felt a buzz coming from your pocket. Curious, you pulled out your phone and unsurprisingly, new texts from your friends clogged your notification bar. You quickly opened the group chat, excited to tell your friends about your new company.

E: “My bf just bought me a new bong. Get ur selves a man like mine.”

R: “So we could all be laid out somewhere? No thanks.”

E: “U just don't know how to live.”

R: “I know how not to die.”

Y: “Guys! I met this new guy today and I invited him to my house!”

E: “💀💀💀. No way.”

R: “Girl, you're asking to get killed. Are you dead serious?”

Y: “Yeah, I met him on my way home. He's here rn.”

E: “Omg 🤣.”

R: “I'm coming over.”

Y: “You don't have to do that!”

E: “R U trying that hard to get laid?”

Y: “No!”

You rolled your eyes.

Y: “I bumped into him and spilled my macchiato all down his shirt 😭😭😭. So I just told him to come to my place and get cleaned up. What's so wrong with that?”

R: “Girlllll, you WILL die one day.”

Y: “I don't understand what everyone's so worked up about. He's been super nice so far and he's going home right after his clothes are done drying.”

R: “YOU'RE WASHING HIS CLOTHES!?”

Y: “Yeah? He's in the shower rn. Isn't it only natural for me to clean his clothes too?”

R: “...”

E: “U need help 💀.”

Y: “Hold up, I think he's done.”

R: “PLEASE run as fast as you can until I get there.”

R: “Girl?”

E: “She's dead.”

R: “Can you two take anything seriously!?”

You could hear the soft pitter patter of water slow to a stop. Putting your phone down, you ran to the bathroom door.

“Tomura! Are you done!?”

There was a moment of silence before he spoke.

“Uhh, yeah.”

“Okay! I'll see if I can find some clothes for you to wear.”

You didn't wait for Tomura's response, instead running back to your room. You dug through your drawers attempting to find something that could fit him. After practically dumping out your entire wardrobe, you found a sizable shirt and pants. Without a second thought, you jumped to your feet, eager to show Tomura what you found. When you reached the bathroom door, you softly knocked before speaking.

“Here ya go! I hope they'll fit.”

Tomura opened the door a bit, grabbing the clothes from you. He didn't exactly get a good look at what you gave him. All he could see was that it was pink, but he expected that. Little did he know, the outfit was much, much worse than he thought. After slipping it on he looked at himself in the mirror. Instantly, he regretted every decision that led him to this point. The top was a hot pink T-shirt with the words, 'daddy's girl,' written on the front. And as if that wasn't enough, the shirt was a crop top. Showing more skin than Tomura hoped to ever show. The bottoms were completely normal compared to the rest of the outfit, them simply being a pair of red Hello Kitty pajama pants. But to make a long story short, he looked like a mess. Tomura closed his eyes, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

“This will only be temporary…” He thought, opening them again.

“Yeah, temporary…”

You watched as Tomura exited the bathroom, your lips parting in awe at his figure. He looked slim and yet firm. His light gray hair was still dripping with water. It was long but not too long, it stopping just before his shoulders. And his stomach… it was so toned, almost like a statue. Tomura noticed you staring and cleared his throat. Your face heated up, as you instantly looked away.

“You look cute.” You said, rubbing your arm. Tomura was beyond embarrassed. He shifted his weight, trying to distract himself. You both stood in silence for a moment, trying your best not to look at each other. You were the first to break the silence.

“Do you, uhh, wanna go sit down?”

Another pause.

“Yeah.”

You gave him a small smile before turning around and heading for the living room.

Tomura took a seat on your couch, feeling out of place. It was weird to be in someone else's home. And even weirder to be dressed like this and sat next to a girl like you. You didn't notice how unusual this whole thing was, just going on about how you 'missed your show.' He looked over at the TV. It seemed like some clichè dating show was on.

“Oooo! Have you seen this before?” You asked, taking note of him watching. He was taken aback by your question. Of course he didn't watch stuff like this.

“Uhh… no.” He replied, turning to you.

“Okay, well, it’s a show about a bunch of people who get together on an island to try and win money by dating each other! Oh! Oh! They also get voted off the island if they don't find a match. Oh! And that's Dominick, my favorite character! He's so hot!”

Tomura just sat and listened to you ramble. Anyone else he would've found annoying but you, you were different. For reasons he couldn't pronounce. He looked over at this, ‘Dominick.’ He was a conventionally attractive man; short, wavy, brown hair, a chiseled body, beautifully tanned skin. He looked like your average jock from high school. Basically, the complete opposite of Tomura. He scoffed at the man. Of course a guy like him got cast for a show to potentially make out with a bunch of girls, get laid, and maybe earn 63,000 dollars. What was even so nice about him? Tomura had seen dozens of guys like him everywhere, everyday. They weren't special. And yet they get popular. They get rich and famous. They get everything they could ever want while he can't even go in public without people looking at him weird. Tomura stopped watching after that, him pulling out his phone and starting up one of his games.

Time passed just like that for a while. You invested in your show and Tomura nose deep in his phone. You didn’t know what distracted you but something caught your attention, making you turn away from the TV. Your gaze fell upon Tomura’s game. The pixelated graphics and effects captivated you in a way you never thought possible. You watched as he skillfully defeated every villain in his way, solved puzzles, and even found secrets. You didn't know games could be so exciting. All the ones you'd seen were so meaningless. Bright and colorful, but there was nothing underneath. They were hollow. This game was made with care and it showed. Before you knew it, you were along for the ride. Your body pressed up against his, attempting to get a better look. The instant you touched him, Tomura mentally froze. His fingers still absentmindedly played along but his brain was reeling. He could feel your plush chest against his arm and your breath on his neck. It was driving him crazy. Your boobs practically spilled out of your top, allowing him to start sneaking glances at your cleavage. Glances eventually turned into stares as his mouth started salivating.

“Oh!” You exclaimed, your acrylic nails digging into his forearm.

“You died!”

Tomura's attention snapped back to his device, the ‘game over’ screen flashing on his phone. A hint of frustration crossed his features but quickly dissipated under your touch.

“Ah, I'm sorry.”

You suddenly realized just how close you'd gotten to him, you releasing his arm and scooting away from him. Everything felt cold after that. Once he learned how good it felt to be held by you, he was hooked. It was like someone pulled a blanket off of him or turned on a light in a dark room. That desperate need for comfort to be restored as soon as possible. He needed you against him, under him, in him. He never felt like this before. Even in his loneliest moments. None compared to this, this wasn't loneliness. It was much, much deeper than that.

“It's okay.”

Tomura bit his lip.

“...You can watch.”

Your eyes lit up.

“Really!?” You asked, turning towards him. You leaned forward, pressing your palms down against the couch. He once again had a clear shot of your tits. He licked his lips.

“Yeah.”

You squealed, scooting back next to him.

“So, what's this game about?”

Tomura's attention returned to his phone.

“Uhh, it's about this guy and he gets teleported to this alternate reality where humans are slowly going extinct because these scientists are experimenting on them. The experiments are called ‘The Fallen’ and they're kinda like zombies but you can communicate with them if you get this special artifact—”

Quickly, Tomura stopped. How did he even know if you cared about all of this? He was rambling and it wasn't like you asked for the full story. Most people who say that are just looking for a summary. He decided to tone it down a bit.

“Sorry… Basically, our player gets trapped in an alternate reality and he has to find his way back home while trying to survive against The Fallen and the scientists who made them.”

You looked up at Tomura confused.

“Why'd you stop? I wanna know about the artifact! And, and, those cool secrets you kept finding. What were those items you got last time? Do they up your attack or something? What about the scientists, why are they doing this?”

Now it was Tomura’s turn to look confused. You kept asking question after question. He had answers but he was so taken aback by the fact that you wanted them that he just sat there.

“Umm, I don't know where to start.” Tomura replied, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Oh!”

Your face flushed.

“Whatever you were saying is fine! I'm sure my questions will get answered as you go!”

As of then, today had actually reached its peak. Not only were you the only people who had ever shown him an ounce of kindness or hospitality. You were interested in his hobbies as well. Well, at least one of his hobbies. He wondered what other stuff you liked. And if he liked it too. His heart ached for you. What were you doing to him?

After some time, the soft clunking of your dryer slowed to a stop. You almost didn't notice, too caught up in Tomura's game to hear any difference. Tomura noticed though, shifting in his seat and clearing his throat. You looked up at him and he paused his game.

“I think my clothes are done…”

“Oh!”

You jumped, surprised.

“I didn't even notice! I'll go get them for you.” You said, hopping up from your seat on the couch. Tomura watched as you left the living room. You didn't go far, your house was small after all. But to him, it felt like you had left the planet. Suddenly, he realized what he did. If his clothes were dry then he had no reason to stay, which meant that he'd have to leave. The thought alone made his stomach churn, a mix of nervousness and nausea filling his gut. It seemed like second nature to him. His clothes were dry so get them and take these skimpy ones off. But that decision single handedly doomed him. You returned promptly, handing Tomura his laundry.

“Here ya go! You can change in my bathroom if you want.”

He stood, taking them from you. He didn't say anything, just walked towards your restroom. His silence wasn't alarming, but for some reason it felt like he gave you the cold shoulder. You wondered if you had done something wrong. Maybe you were being too pushy… ? You rubbed your arm, pondering what you could've done.

“Uhh, here.”

You quickly turned around and he handed you your clothes.

“Oh. Thank you.”

Tomura quirked his brow. It looked as though you deflated like a balloon. Did he hurt you in some way? You both sat in silence for a while.

“I guess this means you'll be leaving now.” You spoke, breaking the silence.

“Uh… Yeah.”

Tomura walked towards your front door.

“Umm, Tomura? Maybe we can hang out again some time?”

His eyes widened in surprise. You wanted to meet again? Really? Suddenly, an idea popped into his head. He turned to you.

“Can I have your number?”

Your face lit up.

“Yes!”

You practically shoved your phone into Tomura’s hands. He took it and put his number in but that wasn't enough for him. He also made sure to take some extra time to look through it. Unsurprisingly, pictures of you and your friends flooded your camera roll. He made sure to send himself some, deleting them from your messages afterwards. Only then, did he hand your phone back. At least now he had something to look forward to later.

“Thank you! I'll see you later Tomura!” You exclaimed, frantically waving him off. Tomura gave you a small wave in return, turning around and opening the door. To his surprise, a girl was there. Tomura recognized her from the pictures you had on your phone, but she seemed to recognize him as well. She shot him a look of disgust and disapproval. He didn't say anything, just pushed past her, leaving your apartment.

“Rámona! You actually came!”

She took one more look at the man before turning to you.

“Hell yeah I did. I see you survived your stalker.”

You cocked your head.

“Stalker?”

Rámona sighed.

“Girl! Just let me in!”

You stepped aside and she made her way to your couch. She plopped down, tossing her car keys on your side table. You closed the door before taking a seat next to her.

“How was the drive? I know you hate coming down here–”

“Cut the shit.” Rámona interjected.

“Why did you have a stranger in your house?” She asked, motioning with her hands. You puffed your cheeks.

“Rámona! You're being a meanie!”

“Uh huh, and it'll be real mean when you're dead.” She snapped, folding her arms.

“What's your problem with him? He's so kind and–”

“This happens aaaalllll the time. He's nice at first, then when he has control he fucks you over!”

Rámona’s golden bracelets jingled as she talked. Her arms seemingly worked harder than her mouth, with her over emphasizing her words.

“I've seen him around and everyone says the same things about him. That man is an absolute incel. And gives hella murder vibes.”

“I didn't get that from him.” You responded, pouting.

“I don't blame you. I don't blame you. But you have to be careful, okay? There are some crazy fucks out there that would love to get their hands on you.”

Rámona’s hand found a place on your thigh as she stared at you. Her gaze was intense and filled with concern. You sighed, realizing your defeat.

“Okay… I'll be careful.”

She seemed pleased by that answer, retracting her hand.

“Now can we please talk about something different?” You asked, balling your hands into fists and shaking them wildly. Rámona let out a breath.

“Yeah.”

Your eyes lit up and as soon as you heard those words, your mouth took off. You and Rámona could and have talked for hours. You would talk for days if you didn't have to sleep, or eat, or, anything you both had to do throughout the day. Hours went by before either of you realized it was past bedtime. Specifically yours. Rámona preferred to work in the afternoon while you got up at 7am. She was the first to notice your tired gestures.

“Girl? You've yawned like, three times in the past five minutes.”

You rubbed your eyes.

“Huh?”

Rámona pulled out her phone and checked the time.

“Jesus. I should get going.” She said, gathering her belongings and rising from her seat.

“What? No!” You protested, standing as well. Rámona waved her hand in your face.

“Nuh uh. You should be heading your ass to bed.”

You frowned.

“I'll call you tomorrow.” She said, giving you a hug. You watched as Rámona opened your door and walked out. Folding your arms, you headed to the bathroom to wash off your makeup.

Water crashed inside your sink, your hands effortlessly working to remove your makeup. As you stood in front of your mirror a ping came from your phone. Setting down your facial wipe, you pulled it out of your pocket and turned it on. Much to your surprise, it was Tomura.

T: “You up?”

Y: “Yup! I'm getting ready for bed.”

Tomura didn't respond for a minute and you finished up your face. You quickly brushed your teeth before pulling off your spa headband. After, you smiled at yourself in the mirror then headed to your room. Another ping sounded from your phone.

T: “How long will you be awake?”

Y: “Ehh, you can never time these things lol.”

You climbed into bed as you waited for his response. Pulling the covers over your body.

T: “I'm playing COD rn.”

T: “These NPCs are absolute dead weight.”

Y: “COD? What game is that?”

T: “FPS.”

You quirked your brow in confusion.

T: “It's a multiplayer first person shooter.”

Y: “Ooooh. That's cool.”

You still didn't really get it.

T: “It's not cool when you're carrying your entire team.”

You listened to Tomura complain about his teammates and how he did all of that ‘grinding’ to be treated like this. You didn't have much to add, the entire conversation going over your head. But it was comforting to hear from him. And that was the most he said all day. Your eyelids slowly drifted shut, Tomura still frantically texting.

T: “?”

Your phone slipped out of your hand and onto your mattress. Soft breathing was the only thing that could be heard as you fell asleep.

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