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ahgasegotarmy116 · 1 year ago

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Want Some Help? | Jeon Jungkook One Shot

Summary: When your boyfriend can't seem to satisfy you anymore your roommate decides to lend a helping hand. Pairing: f!reader x Jungkook (crackhead roommate energy) Word Count: 4.7k (got a little carried away but when don't I 😂) Warnings: Explicit language, smut and cheating. He spits in her mouth at the end lol and hella pet names. Aight that's all you're getting lol gotta read the rest to find out. a/n: This is the last thing I'll be posting before I go on a little hiatus. I'll make a post in a couple of days to explain but I'll let this circulate a bit before I do. I hope you enjoy it! (barely edited lol) Requested by a lovely anon 💜

The sounds in my room are obscene to say the least, more from Brian's side than mine today though. I don't know what it is but something about him isn't doing it for me anymore. Is it the fact that I have a new Adonis for a roommate? Perhaps, but Brian's need to overcompensate for it makes situations like these even more awkward than they need to be.

"You like that?" he asks, him being so close to cumming with me barely working my way up to it. "Yeah" I respond breathily, trying my best to play the part so this can hopefully be over sooner rather than later. "Fuck" he groans at the sight and sound of my little gasp when he just barely hits that spot but I know he won't be able to figure out how to do it again.

Brian isn't a selfish lover but the dynamic between us has changed ever since Jungkook moved in...

He hasn't been as focused on me which now that I think about it is pretty damn selfish. I'm just making excuses for him at this point. He's more focused on his ego and playing it up for my roommate than he is into loving his girlfriend. I don't know how much longer I can be in this relationship if he keeps acting like this.

"Shit I'm close, are you?" he asks and I nod my head furiously, thanking whoever might've been listening to my plea and seconds later he's cumming inside the condom and I do my best to copy the moan that I let out when he's actually done a good job at satisfying me and it seems to be convincing enough since he's giving me that cocky grin before he kisses me again.

"You wanna shower?" he asks and I shake my head, "You go ahead, I'll shower later. Plus, didn't you say you had work early tomorrow morning? I'll let you get cleaned up in peace so you can head out" I say and he nods his head before going to the bathroom and throwing me a towel before closing the door and turning on the shower.

Luckily he didn't try to clean me up because there's definetly not much to clean since I didn't cum.

Once I'm finished and I've made myself somewhat presentable I put on my robe and head out into the kitchen to grab myself a glass of water. "Have fun?" my roommate says from the living room couch as I pass by on my way to the kitchen. "Shit Jungkook you scared me" I say, holding my hand to my chest.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to. Have a good time tonight?" he asks again, his eyes dragging up and down my form, lingering on my chest and when I look down I see that my nipples are very visible unbeknownst to me since I hadn't cared to think about the fact that Jungkook might've come home.

I wrap my robe tighter around me and cross my arms as I head into the kitchen. "Yes I did thank you very much. Did you?" I spit out quickly, hoping to avoid talking about my sex life with him. "It was alright. I had a long week so I decided to turn in early but um..." he trails off as he watches Brian walk down the hallway and into the kitchen, giving Jungkook a stern look before coming over to talk to me.

"You alright?" he asks before placing a way too intimate kiss on my lips in front of Jungkook who I see has turned his head back to the TV and isn't bothering to pay attention to the game Brian is trying to play with him. "Yeah I'm fine. Are you heading out?" I ask, very hopeful that this visit will come to an end and thankfully luck is on my side this time.

"Yeah I gotta get going but I'll come over again soon" he says, looking over at Jungkook before giving me one last kiss and heading towards the door to put on his shoes. "Text me when you get home!" I say and he winks at me before walking out leaving me rolling my eyes once the door is shut.

I slump against the counter, glad it's finally over and when I look back over at Jungkook he's not too interested in whatever he has playing on the TV anymore, his focus solely on me.

"What?" I ask him, brows scrunched together and trying to figure out what his deal is. "Why'd you fake it?" he asks and I choke on my spit, caught off guard by the unfiltered question. "Excuse me?" I ask, scandalized that he had been listening enough to even catch onto something like that.

"You probably wanted it to be over huh?" he asks, assuming what the answer was and unfortunately that was the case but I'm not letting him have the satisfaction of being right. "I don't know what you're talking about" I say, turning on the sink to fill up my cup again but before I can even pull it out from under the tap he's taking it out of my hand.

"Hey!" I call out, trying to grab it but he holds it just out of reach. "Can't keep you satisfied anymore?" he asks raising a brow at me, a smug look on his face since it seems he can read me like a book based off of my body language alone. "He keeps me very satisfied thank you very much, not that it's any of your business" I say and reach for my cup which he thankfully relinquishes.

"I know you're lying" he say and I cock a brow at him, not knowing how he could possibly know the truth. "Oh yeah? What makes you say that?" I press, placing the cup on the counter and crossing my arms over my chest, forgetting the fact that I'm completely naked under this and giving him a better view of my cleavage.

"You're not very quiet when you do it by yourself you know. What do you use? A dildo? One of those little roses? Maybe both?" he questions leaning in closer to me and making my eyes bug out of my head. "How did yo-" "These walls are paper thin doll, so believe me when I say that I can hear every little thing you do to yourself in there. But please, don't stop. I would hate to be deprived of that pretty little voice of yours even though it is quite distracting sometimes" he says, grabbing my cup and holding it between us as a clear invitation to leave if I so desire.

I take it and rush back to my room, slamming the door behind me and I can hear him chuckle from the kitchen. Fuck he really wasn't kidding when he said these walls are thin.

I flop down onto my bed facedown and scream into my pillow, utterly mortified that he's heard me ever since he got here. I need to wear a muzzle at this rate since there's no way I'm stopping just for his sake. A girl's got needs and if Brian isn't going to fulfill them then I've gotta do it myself.

I get up off my bed after I finish my little temper tantrum and change the sheets before taking my robe off and jumping in the shower to hopefully wash off all of Brian's scent. I can't stand to think about him anymore especially after what Jungkook said about him...

After finishing up my shower and drying off my hair I reach into my drawer to get my tried and true rose bud to help me out tonight. Yes he guessed right but I'll be damned if I ever let him see it.

I lay down and try to turn it on and after I've used it for a minute or two it just shuts off. "Fuck" I groan out, forgetting the fact that I had forgotten to grab new batteries for it. The TV remote has the same size batteries right? It's worth a shot to go check since I'm pretty sure he's gone to bed already.

Walking out to the living room in my robe again I'm met with Jungkook still sitting on the couch watching the same thing he had been when I first came out here.

I try to turn back around once I've seen him but he stops me by asking me if I needed something. "I just wanted to borrow the batteries from the remote but you're still using it so no worries" I say and try to leave but he stops me again. "I'm pretty sure I bought a new pack of batteries not too long ago" he says and I sheepishly admit I used the last of them.

"Oh okay well here, I can just finish this up on my laptop" he says while taking the batteries out and putting them in my hand, giving me the source of my pleasure for tonight. "T-thanks" I stutter and close my finger around them as if they would disappear if I let them go. "Is everything okay?" he asks and I nod my head while walking down the hallway, not knowing that he's hot on my heels.

"What do you need the batteries for?" he asks as we're a few feet away from my door making me jump. "Didn't know I was behind you?" he chuckles and I glare at him, hoping that'll make him back off but it does the exact opposite, causing him to smirk and glance around my room and soon notices the rosebud that I stupidly left in the middle of my bed.

"I was right" he smirks leaving me groaning and rolling my eyes as I storm into my room, not bothering to close the door since I know he's not going to leave me alone anytime soon.

"What? You know I'm just teasing you. You're free to do as you please doll, I'm not gonna stop you. I was even nice and paused my movie so you can have your fun too" he says, leaning against my doorframe and since he's being shameless I will too, deciding to switch the batteries out and turn it on to check but unfortunately it does the same thing and dies less than thirty seconds after I turn it on.

"Shit" I curse under my breath and he stifles his laughter by covering his mouth. "Yeah yeah laugh it up. You're just lucky all you need is your right hand to get off. Can you just leave me alone?" I ask, laying back down on my bed, exacerbated and ready to call it a night since the odds have flipped again. My good luck for the night being Brian's quick departure.

I don't pay attention to how high my robe has ridden and it seems as though one of my legs has slipped through the gap giving him a full view of my upper thigh and hip, one wrong move leaving me exposed to him.

He gulps but I don't bother to notice and only do when he clears his throat. "What do you want?" I say, throwing my arm over my face trying to hide the shame that all of this has caused me but fail miserably. "Want some help?" he asks and I sit up right away at his words, "What?" I ask, my reaction as dramatic as if he had grown two heads.

"Do you want some help? I can get you off real quick if you'd like? It'll be like one roomie helping the other" he offers as causally as if he had asked to borrow five bucks. "You're joking, right?" I scoff but it seems as he very well is not as he take a step into my room and he watches for signs for protest but I give him none.

"Not really no. I'm simply offering to help a friend in need. That's what we are right? Friends?" he questions as he takes a step closer.

He calls out my name when I've stayed silent for a while, not being able to take my eyes off him even if I tried. As long as he stays in this room he's got my attention. "R-right, friends" I respond and he takes a seat on my bed, a respectful distance away but it feels as if he was already on top of me.

"But Brian-" "Doesn't need to know" he says, cutting me off and making it harder and harder for me to say no. He scoots closer to me and takes the rosebud out of my hands, unbothered by what it's used for and simply places it on the nightstand next to me. "It's your move" he says, leaning closer to me, his breath fanning my face and I look at his eyes, mine going back and forth before his look down at my lips.

"Tell me to stop" he says, making things easier for me but when he's mere millimeters away I lean in.

It's soft and sweet at first, our lips connecting and breaking a few times, still giving me an opening to pull away and say stop but after a few more kisses like that he deepens the kiss. While keeping our lips locked for longer he angles his head a bit more, his tongue now in my mouth and soon he beckons me to do the same and I do which gives him even more of a green light.

He places his hand on my cheek and angles me just right before he switches up and presses down on my shoulder a little and leans in closer as a silent plea for me to lay down.

I crawl back on the bed instead and he follow as I lay down on the pillows with him hovering over me. "Fuck been thinking about this view for a long time" he admits and before I can say anything in response his lips are already on mine again.

"Can I take this off?" he asks, toying with the tie that is seconds from coming undone of it's own accord. "Yeah" I say, adrenaline pumping through my veins at the thought of doing this, of cheating with my roommate who is someone I won't be able to run away from after this.

He pulls the belt and in one smooth motion it's undone.

The way he looks at me as he takes both sides of the robe off of my body is a sight that could make me cum untouched if given the chance. Watching his eyes darken up as they roam all over my body until he's tracing them back up to mine where it's as if a whole new man is hovering over me, one that looks so insatiable and ready to break me at any moment.

"Fuck you're so pretty" he say, leaning back down to kiss me but soon trails his lips down my neck and to the valley between my breast. He settles on kissing one of them and slowly brings his lips closer to my nipple where he looks up at me for permission which I give right away. He smirks and puts his thumb and pointer fingers into his mouth making them wet. He places them on the opposite one twisting and toying with it before he places his mouth on the one in front of him.

Once his lips make contact my fingers immediately lace through his hair, needing to ground myself with something and he hums around in in approval when I tug on it a bit.

"You sensitive here doll?" he asks when he lets go of it, the cool air causing a chill when it hits my damp skin, him having made a mess of it from his clear desire to do this. I let out a whimper in response and he nips at it before switching to my other breast to give it the same time and attention he gave the first.

My hips start to buck up after a couple more seconds of him switching between my breasts and lips when he hears those pretty voices he had talked about before, wanting to taste them on his tongue this time.

"Someone's eager" he says against my lips but I turn my face to the side leaving him kissing the column of my neck until I'm squirming about leaving him smiling against my skin.

"Does my doll want more?" he asks and I whimper in response, not being able to bring myself to utter words of confirmation when I have a man like him already causing me so much pleasure, but it's not enough.

I need more.

"Jungkook please" I breathe out, done with this teasing and so worked up already from not gaining release earlier. "Please what?" he asks trailing his lips back up to mine and kissing them one last time before pulling back and waiting for my answer. "Please help me cum" I plead, wanting what he had promised me earlier.

He chuckles dryly and places a kiss on the corner or my mouth before responding. "Here I am taking my time with you but you still only want one thing. Don't you like it when I play with you like this?" he asks, trailing middle finger down my torso until he's come in contact with my clit, sliding further down past it and checking to see what my true physical reactions have been to his ministrations.

"Seems like you do" he says, circling around my entrance with that same finger when he feels how wet I am. "This all for me?" he asks and close my eyes once he's dipped one of his fingers in while using his thumb to draw circles around my clit but once my breathing picks up a bit everything stops.

"What?" I pant, confused as to why he would stop. "I asked you a question. Is this all for me y/n?" he rasps, looking down at where his fingers had once been and cursing when he notices how wet they are. "Y-yes, all for you" I choke out and he leans in as if he was going to kiss me but stops before I can even brush my lips against his.

"Can you say my name princess?" he whispers, posed as a question but we both know the only way this continues is if I comply. "Jungkook" I whisper out, his name now tasting different on my tongue. It's almost if I have to put more effort into pronouncing each letter, my throat suddenly running dry.

"Louder doll. It's the least you can do to help me forget how you've moaned his name in here time and time again. Probably another sad excuse of an act to fake your high" he says, going back to playing with my center, his finger going in and out at a faster rate now before easing his way into putting in a second one.

"Fuck Jungkook" I groan, this time a little louder than before that grants me a kiss on my neck, his motives to stay away from my lips being to hear all of my reactions to what he's doing to me. Wanting to discover new sounds and reactions that sound more genuine and are ones that I can't even hope to hold back with the pleasure he's giving me.

"That's it, keep going. Want your voice to be the thing I remember most about this, hear it over and over again, ingrained in my memory. That way when I forget how you taste it'll be something that I'll still be able to come back to. Hearing how I make you feel, not yourself and definetly not your sorry excuse of a boyfriend, me. Let me hear how I make you feel" he rasps in my ear making me shiver and arch my back off the mattress.

"Jungkook please, please" I beg, my ego gone, the only thoughts in my head being him and how incredible it'll feel once he's made me cum. "Just like that doll, scream my name if you need to, I don't mind" his calm cool and collected tone of voice driving me mad. How can he be whispering these things in my ear and taunting me like this while I'm a complete mess under him, barely being able to breathe let alone think straight.

I pulse around his fingers and he can tell that I'm close when I let out a moan after he hits a certain spot, hitting it over and over again, knowing that that's going to be the thing that'll make me come undone.

He leans back and looks down at me, his flushed cheeks and swollen lips make me insane, his calm and cool façade in my mind broken when I see the way he's watching me. Taking in every gasp, every moan, every whimper of his name and it makes him want to try even harder to get me to that high, needing to see what I look like when I cum.

"Just like that doll, you're doing so well, sound so pretty" he murmurs and with a few more words of encouragement I'm coming undone. When I try to look away he grabs my chin and makes me keep eye contact, making everything seem even more intense.

Once the rising and falling of my chest has slowed down and his playful fingers inside me gain him whines of overstimulation he finally takes them out.

I expect him to get up and wash his hands but instead places them in his mouth, moaning once my taste hits his tongue leaving me swallowing dryly, needing that glass of water now.

"Open your mouth" he says after he takes his fingers out and I comply curiously, doing as he asks and the next moment I feel him spitting in my mouth before smashing his lips on mine one last time.

After kissing me senseless and exhaustion flooding my system my kisses become sloppy and he laughs against my lips before finally pulling back. "Where are you going?" I ask and he laughs again at my groggy state. “I'm going to go get a towel to clean you up" he says and I sit up quickly, my mind slowly clearing up.

"Wait, what about you?" I ask, taking note of the tent in his pants but he simply chuckles and brings back a warm towel just like he said.

I had expected the same treatment Brian gave me today but when I try to reach for it he pulls back. "No you lay down, you're still out of it" he says, trying to be serious but also satisfied that he only had to use his fingers put me in this state.

After he finishes cleaning me up he gets up and throws the towel in the laundry basket and comes back to sit on the bed next to me, cupping my face and studying my features. "You okay?" he asks, clearly sensing regret already.

"Yeah I'm fine. I just never thought I would do something like this" I admit and he mouths a quiet 'Oh' and takes his hand off me but I grab it before he can get too far. "I'm sorry I'm just confused and clearly not thinking straight" I say, trying to backtrack knowing that I've hurt him by saying that.

"Thank you for doing this for me" I say timidly and he laughs. "What?" I ask, clearly not understanding what about this situation is funny.

"I'm sorry" he says, his laughing soon dying down and I wait in silence until he's finally composed himself. "I'm sorry it's just that it’s not everyday that your hot roommate thanks you for finger fucking them" he chuckles and my cheeks heat up, thoroughly embarrassed now that he's put it like that.

I reach behind me and grab a pillow and throw it at his face which makes him laugh even more. "Jungkook stop this isn't funny" I whine and he stops a couple minutes later. "Alright alright I'm sorry, you were just getting way too serious about it" he explains and wipes away a fake tear.

"This is serious! I just cheated on my boyfriend with you" I exclaim and he shakes his head, placing the pillow I threw at him out of my reach and sighs before responding. "You and I both know that you've been ready to end that relationship for a while now" he says and I open my mouth but the words die in my throat.

"That's what I thought" he says and we sit there in silence for a moment while I pull the sheet over me. "Just break up with him already, I can clearly see that you're miserable" he points out and I hate that he's right.

"Why do you care? Should I break up with him so I can mess around with you?" I ask and he shrugs his shoulders. "We can do that if you want to, but from a friend's point of view I think your life is so much better without him" he says and I sigh, knowing again that he's right, telling me the things that I've thought about over and over again but just never did anything about.

"I'll talk to him" I say and he nods his head. "Good because with the number I did on your neck he's definetly gonna know that something went down" he laughs and my eyes go wide, forgetting to tell him to not leave any marks but I know I'm fucked.

"Here" he says, grabbing the hand mirror I have on my dresser and I know from one glance that hoodies and turtlenecks will be my new signature look until this all clears up.

"Jungkook" I growl and he giggles, never taking my scolding tone seriously. "What? Don't act like you didn't like it" he chuckles and I sit up, grabbing that pillow and throwing it at him again. "I hate you" I huff but he laughs again before placing a knee on my bed and making it dip under his weight.

My breath hitches as he inches closer and I can't do anything but lay down, slowly trying to run away from his lips in my mind but falling back into that same position we had been in for who knows how long.

Once I'm flat on my back and he's hovering over me again I swallow as best as I can, making him let out a dry chuckle. "Wanna run that one by me again doll?" he asks, cocking a brow at me and I press my thighs together, hating myself for doing it but needing some sort of something to keep me sane but it's of no use.

He leans in closer and I hold my breath, not knowing what he's doing or where this is going but when I close my eyes I’m granted with that same chuckle again.

"Goodnight princess" he says against my lips, his weight gone off my bed seconds later leaving me sitting up in process. "Wha-" "My pretty doll needs to figure out who she wants to play with if she wants more" he taunts and I cross my arms and pout a little, hoping that'll get him to come back.

"Aw don't be like that. After all the work I put in to help you feel good. I thought you would've been more grateful, not greedy" he taunts and I roll my eye before uttering a quiet 'Goodnight'. "Thanks for giving me material to help me fix this" he says, looking down at the very clear outline of his hard on and I swallow again, intimidated from finally being able to see his full size.

"I promise, if you make up your mind...I'll make it fit" he teases and winks at me granting him a scowl in response. He grabs the door handle at the same time I grab the pillow and throw it which he blocks by closing the door. "Goodnight doll" he says one last time and shuts it behind him.

I spend the rest of my night willing myself to sleep and when I finally start to doze off I start hearing Jungkook's soft moans and grunts leaving me wide awake again. Now I really know he wasn't lying...

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slayfics · 1 year ago

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Katsuki gets caught being sweet to you.

You started to finally catch your breath being at the top of the hiking trail Katsuki had dragged you out too.

"Alright there, it's just us up here so tell me already. What the hell has been going on?"

"That's why you brought me out here?" You asked.

"Just tell me already, stop being so damn stubborn." He pried you impatiently.

"I told you I'm fine Bakugo, just busy like everyone else." You replied.

"Don't give me that shit. Do you think I'm stupid? The other extras are too dense to notice but I can see how exhausted you've been this whole week. So just tell me- what's going on," He said.

"You didn't need to drag me out here on a hike in freezing weather to do this, you know," You said, slightly irritated at Katsuki continuing to push you.

"Ugh- will you stop stalling and talk already," He yelled, causing you to let out an annoyed sigh. Katsuki put his hands in his pockets and looked out at the view, his demeanor softening slightly. "You can talk to me, you know," he added, his voice lower and kinder than before.

You stayed looking at the view for a few more moments trying to figure out how to unpack everything that had been stressing you out. It wasn't like some big thing, but a summation of a bunch of little things that were beginning to become too challenging to manage.

A cold breeze blew by causing you to shiver. You wondered why Katsuki had insisted on bringing you up this mountain to talk to you. He could have pestered you in your dorm where it was warm.

Katsuki stole glances at you occasionally then focused back on the view not wanting to intimidate you too much from his glare. Hiking always helped him to clear his mind and gather his thoughts when they seemed too loud. He thought maybe it would help you too, and being away from all your classmates might make it easier for you to talk to him. At the very least it made it easier for Katsuki to be more vulnerable with you. He found it too daunting to express himself fully with all the attention of his classmates around. It was much easier being only in your company.

You took a deep breath, "I guess- it's just been hard to balance everything recently," You finally spoke, breaking the silence. Katsuki made it easy to open up to, as he had no problem sitting in silence for long extended periods. Others in your life felt the need to fill that silence with useless chatter which always prevented you from sitting in your emotions and being able to formulate them into words.

You took in another breath feeling a lump in your throat form. You hadn't wanted to talk to anyone about what was going on for fear of opening up the flood of emotions and not being able to stop. Now here it was. You didn't want to cry on this fucking hill.

Katsuki patiently waited while you gathered your thoughts.

"It's just been so much and I've been barely keeping up. It's- been getting to me recently. I've been forgetting things I shouldn't. Being unusually upset at things that aren't that big of a deal- and I just- it's dumb." You cut yourself off afraid to say anymore.

"It's not dumb. Don't hold that shit in, it's not healthy," He said encouraging you to keep talking.

You sighed, "I just... know that it could be way worse, and I've been through way worse so- I feel so irritated at myself. What I'm going through now isn't something I can't handle. I know that. So why do I feel so fucking exhausted with everything," You replied wiping a stray tear from your cheek.

"Hmm," Katsuki grunted, processing what you said. "You know, it's ok to be tired, and- to not be perfect. You can't just deny yourself from feeling overwhelmed because it could be worse. If you're exhausted now then those feelings are real- and it's ok to have them," He spoke.

You looked down at the view watching the distant cars pass, "Thanks," You managed to say taking another deep breath.

"You shouldn't wait to handle them until they explode either. Trust me, I know what that's like," He said, causing you to let out a small giggle. "You're too damn hard on yourself you know that?"

You let out a full laugh, "Oh that's pretty good coming from you. You're the pro at having too high expectations for yourself," you laughed.

You and Katsuki were wrapped up in your conversation causing you not to notice approaching classmates in the distance. Mina and Eijiro had also decided to come up the hill after class and spotted both of you in the distance.

"That looks like we shouldn't interrupt," Eijiro said.

"Yeah," Mina agreed. "But maybe... we could get a little closer to make sure everything is ok?" She said, pulling Eijiro into the bushes to spy on you and Katsuki. Eijiro was highly against the plan but was unable to protest for fear of you two hearing.

"Yeah I know I have high expectations for myself... that's why I know what it fucking looks like when you're being too hard on yourself. So- tonight I'm coming to your dorm and, I'm making sure you get to bed at a reasonable fucking time."

Mina's eyes widened as she looked at Eijiro, "Coming to their dorm?!" She whispered, and Eijrio covered her mouth, silencing her.

"You mean Grandpa time at 9 p.m.?"

"Shut up! 9 p.m. is late as hell! You damn idiots just don't know how to have a good sleep schedule! Look I'm making sure you get some sleep and tomorrow I'm taking you out. So- figure out where you want to eat, I don't care where. And I'm not letting you say no you need a break," Katsuki replied.

"You don't have to do that Bakugo."

"Of course, I don't have to but, I want to. So just shut up and let me take care of you ok. You better not be afraid to order enough food this time either! I'm buying so- just get whatever you want, alright?"

"Ok ok," You laughed, feeling your mood brighten.

"Next time, just tell me when you're having a bad day or something. Stop making me drag it out of you. I- worry about you, you know? Now let's go back to the dorms. I see you shivering," He said, beginning to walk back down the hill.

Mina squirmed again under Eijiro's hand, keeping her silent. Her eyes said it all. She was in disbelief at Katsuki's words.

"Here," Katsuki said, holding his hand out and offering it to you. "I'll warm your hand with my quirk," he said.

You grabbed his hand interlacing your fingers with his.

"Don't dare say anything about how sweaty my hands are!" He barked.

You giggled, "How many times do I have to tell you I don't care Bakugo. It's part of your quirk, and your quirk is amazing you shouldn't be self-conscious about it. Besides, I'm always happy to hold your hand," You said as you two walked down the mountain.

"Tch whatever," Katsuki grumbled looking away from you as a small tint grew on his cheeks.

Finally, when you and Katsuki were far enough down the hill, Eijiro released Mina.

"WHAT WAS THAT?!?" Mina exclaimed.

"Shh shhh," Eijiro pleaded.

"WHAT- He wants to take care of them?!? OH MY GOD! They are totally dating right?! That's what he said he's taking them out to eat! And he's sneaking into their dorm! Wait wait- when they held hands it sounded like that had before! AND AND BAKUGO WAS TOTALLY BLUSHING! NO WAY!" Mina said looking like she might pass out from all this information.

"Ashido relax, we shouldn't have heard any of that!" Eijiro replied.

"Yeah but but-" Mina exclaimed, her head spinning. "Who knew Baklugo could actually be so sweet! I can't wait to tell Jiro-" She said, pulling out her phone.

"NO!" Eijiro said, grabbing her phone from her. "Uh- sorry, I didn't mean to be so harsh but- you can't tell anyone what we heard ok?" Eijiro said.

"WHAT?! I just heard Bakugo being the sweetest boyfriend ever and you expect me not to say anything about that?!"

"YES!" Eijiro yelled. "Look they both like their privacy and there is a reason they were all the way up here talking, Ashido. I think we should keep this a secret and let them do things at their own pace ok?" He said, handing Mina back her phone.

"UGH-" She exclaimed letting out a big sigh. "I guess you're right... but wow who would have thought Bakugo could be a decent person much less a good boyfriend." She said.

Eijiro just shrugged at her words, "I don't know he's not a bad guy like you all make him out to be you know."

"Wait! You totally already knew didn't you!" Mina said, slapping Eijiro's shoulder.

"Hey! I mean- Bakugo is my best friend you know, so yeah I did..." He answered truthfully.

"You suck! Keeping secrets like that from me!" Mina said playfully, waving a finger at him.

"I'm sorry, but it's their business you know?" He said.

"Yeah I understand, guess we should go back to the dorms too now," Mina suggested.

"Yeah it is pretty cold up here, let's go." He agreed as they both started to walk down the hill. "I don't have Bakugo's quirk or anything but- if you're cold you can hold my hand too if you want," Eijiro suggested.

Mina's face tinted a darker pink as she reached out and grabbed Eijiro's hand.

Tags: @unofficialmuilover @maddietries

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stxrseer · 1 year ago

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can you please write how aged!up genya would act if reader was pregnant?

i looove these kinds of scenarios. anon didn't leave specifics so I'll make headcanons with scenarios described as small fanfics.

Aged!up (20) genya x pregnant gn!reader

Au: original/timeskip

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he does his damnedest to make sure you're comfortable. he couldn't imagine having to carry a child for 9 months, much less give birth to one.

He's your shadow. Would you like to do laundry? he's helping you hang everything up on the line. dishes? he's already done them. Did you forget to grab something at the market? he'll be back in an hour.

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you huffed, holding the clothing basket against yourself as you waddled out to the backyard to hang everything out to dry.

currently, you were at about 8 months. pretty far along in your pregnancy, even simple things became tedious, including chores.

you caught his eye.

"..hey! Let me help out with that!" and suddenly he's on his feet rushing after you.

"..Genya it's fine. I can do it myself." you chimed as you looked up at him as he took the basket from your hold.

"I know... but it's the least I can do. I let you do the dishes by yourself last time so you gotta let me help out now, right?" he looked at you with a softened gaze, already going to hang the clothes.

you knew he wouldn't take no for an answer, so you shook your head and joined him ".. Right. thank you, genya."

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when you're near your due date, he begins to wonder more about the gender, names, sometimes he'd pass shops and he couldn't help but get a few things.

you discourage it, since you're both unsure about the gender. but you really can't stop him, it's sweet he's so involved.

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"y/n!" his voice echoes through the home, and you drag yourself out of bed to go meet him

thats when you caught eye of the bag he was holding.

"..okay.. what'd you impulsively buy this time?" you smiled up at him, stifling a sigh, he really couldnt just wait until the baby was born?

"take a look." he held the bag outward, a big goofy lopsided smile on his face

you took the bag and peeked, finding a few toys, a stuffed animal and some clothes.

genya looked rather proud of himself, and you had to admit everything he picked out was adorable.

".. it's great, darling.. but do you have to bring back baby stuff every time you go out?"

".. it's not like i look for it or anything.. i swear it looks for me!" he raised his eyebrows and widened his eyes, pointing to himself

you shook your head "..uh-huh.. so baby clothes can get up and walk now?"

"totally."

"..did you even get what i sent you out for?"

"..." he stared at you, looking at the bag in your hand, then down at his own, where the other bag should've been.

"..shit!"

"..genya.."

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and lastly, he's a generally affectionate guy. but when you're pregnant? he can't keep his hands off of you for even a second.

throughout the day it's constant kisses and hugs, and when bedtime rolls around he's stuck to you like he's a moth and you're a porch light.

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you could practically feel him seeping into your pores. with the way his arms wrapped around you.

"..genya, it's too warm for this.." you muttered, sticking your legs out from under the blanket to get at least some relief

"..nonsense.." he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, giving you a slight squeeze. his warm breath fanning against your skin didn't help at all.

"..genyaaaa..!"

"sh. go to bed."

"don't shush me.. i'm carrying your child." you retorted, now it was just playful banter.

"pft.."

you could feel his smile growing against your neck, to which you rolled your eyes at.

"i can hardly sleep with you smothered against me anyways. can't you scoot at least a little?"

he turned you over to face him, backing a little to make room for your very swollen belly.

"what, you don't love me anymore?"

"nope. not at all. that's absolutely what it is."

he sighed at your sarcasm, leaning into you and giving you a short peck on the lips.

"..i love you."

"I love you too, genya. goodnight."

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#kny genya #demon slayer #demon slayer genya #kimetsu no yaiba #ask response #anime #genya x reader #pregnant reader #kny fluff #fluff #genya fluff #genya #genya shinazugawa

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imjusthopelessenough · 2 months ago

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Reddie (IT) Fic Rec

If there's anything that I consider myself an authority on, it is reading Reddie fics. This has been my hyper fixation since I watched the mini-series as a child. Since the glowup of the community, I have read SO MANY fics. These are all of the ones that I feel like are must-reads and have personally myself re-read countless times like my life depended on it. If you liked a fic, make sure to leave kudos and comments for the author! (Feel free to come and chat about it with me as well!)

Obligatory disclaimer: Just because I read a certain trope, or idea does not mean that I agree with it or align my values with it. Read at your own discretion.

the word's been passed (this is our last chance) - quarterdeck 44k one-shot

Summary:

“Uh, Spaghetti?” Richie waves a hand in front of his face, looking worried now. “Hello? Do you want to let me know whatever it was that was so important you had to drag me awake for it or -” “I have a turtle in my pocket that speaks to me in my head and is possessed by Bruce Springsteen,” Eddie blurts out. “Also I think it may be God.” Richie stares blankly at him. “What,” he asks flatly, “the fuck.” “Or a god, at least, I don’t know,” Eddie continues, “Either way, I think it was the one who brought me back to life, so. You know. The chances are very good.” -- It's been forty years. Eddie Kaspbrak is just trying to make it out of the river.

THE BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN FIC!!!! I feel like I talk about this piece at least once a week. If you at any point liked IT or felt interested in Reddie you have to read this fic. It is truly so amazingly well written, and I can't say enough kind words about it and I've read this fic at least 10x. Basically, Eddie comes back from the dead but he has a Bruce Springsteen turtle helping him guide his way. It's cute, it's campy, they're both dumbasses in love, and I believe this was one of the first instances of the iconic "The Turtle CAN help us," tag. A minor side note, quarterdeck is an amazing writer and will be recced either in this list or another list again. If you're looking for a good fix-it, dumbasses in love, and Bill rightfully getting his shit wrecked, look no further!

2. keep talking. i’ll keep walking toward the sound of your voice. - theappleppielifestyle 16k one-shot

Summary:

Eddie makes another noise, not quite a scream but not anything else either. Stan drops his hand. “Hey, Eddie,” he says. “Welcome to the peanut gallery. I wrote you a letter, but I guess you won’t get it now.” (Or, Eddie and Stan stick around as ghosts after they die. Unable to make themselves known to the other Losers, they have to find other ways to communicate.)

Big big fan of Stan and Eddie being sarcastic besties. I also love the ghost trope. This is such a good read. Basically, Eddie and Stan are ghosts and are watching the losers from the veil. We also get Patty in this one who is such an underrated character. If you're looking for a read that is slightly introspective but not super lore heavy that features Stan and Eddie, read this!

3. the mind's a funny fruit - joldiego 22k multi-chaptered (must have ao3 to read)

Summary:

A man wakes up in Derry, Maine with no memory and a hole in his chest. He names himself Richie and moves on from there.

Now normally, I am not a big fan of original characters being in fics. It feels random and inorganic and doesn't really serve a narrative focus. This fic is not the case! The lesbian B&B characters are so fun and cute and are actually fleshed out enough that you care about them! Basically, Eddie wakes up in the sewers and finds himself adopted by a sweet couple after not being able to be identified and has no memories. As time goes on, he slowly starts to remember things. If you're looking for a fic that highlights Richie's trauma from losing Eddie, the trauma of dying, and overall Loser Club feels, you should read this!

4. and nothing hurts anymore, i feel kind of free - elsaclack 13k one-shot

Summary:

“You have to remember,” Richie says. “You have to remember, Eddie. They need you. He needs you. They can’t do it without you.” Eddie furrows his brow. Everything about the conversation thus far has felt familiar, almost like hearing a once-beloved song for the first time in several years, but these words fall foreign on Eddie’s ears; he is very suddenly overcome with the distinct feeling that he’s no longer listening to Richie speak. He clenches his jaw against Richie’s shoulder, but does not open his eyes. “There isn’t a lot of time,” not-Richie says. “It’s watching you. It’s coming for you. For both of you.” The warning stirs something to life - fear, bone-deep and chilling. Eddie gets the feeling that he knows what it is, though he can’t quite grasp the memory; it slips through his fingers like sand in the breeze. The lights move faster, and Eddie does not dare open his eyes. “You don’t deserve this,” not-Richie says mournfully. “You never did.” “Why, then?” Eddie asks before he can stop himself. Not-Richie is quiet for a long moment. “He needs you,” he says eventually, “and you’re braver than you think.”

If there was a reddie fic that I could force everyone in the fandom to read, it would be this one because it is so underrated! I look at it and I can't believe that it's not one of the top rated fics because the writing is that good. All of their works deserve more praise, and it truly astounds me that more people don't know about them. The style that this fic is written in is amazing! The only complaint that I could really make about it is that it's not very read-aloud friendly due to said style. Each paragraph ending leads into another portion of the story which sounds weird, but it works so well! It's really hard to describe this fic so you should just read it and see what I'm talking about, it's not even that long!

5. you belong with your love on your arm - elsaclack 33k one-shot

Summary:

Maggie received the enchanted mantel clock three days before Richie’s first birthday as a gift from Wentworth’s Great-Aunt Grace. It’s a beautiful, ornate thing - three delicate, spindling silver arms branching out from its center, each arm bearing a sepia-tinted portrait in its thumb-sized head of Went, herself, and Richie, respectively. Maggie can tell right away that it’s hand-made - one simply can’t find this kind of craftsmanship out of any old trinket shop down on Diagon Alley - and she finds herself fighting back an absurd wave of tears as she traces her fingers over the thin glass case protecting the clock’s face, watching the way Portrait Richie silently babbles up at the hand-lettered word Home over his head.

Another Elsaclack because I love them and they need more recognition. Obligatory fuck JK Rowling because this is an HP setting fic. This fic takes the two ideas of Maggie Wentworth loving her son more than anything and HP and forces them together and it's beautiful. Now, I am not a big fan of reading fics set from an outsider POV. I want to know everything that is going on and it feels like a waste of time to have to get to learn things from an outside perspective. Not the case here! The POV is very organic and nothing is really lost. Basically, this is a Maggie POV detailing how Richie meets the Loser's club and goes through Hogwarts, with slight canon from IT taking over at minor portions. Can't recommend it enough.

6. for a better run, pile your clothes - petalloso 13k one-shot

Summary:

Richie liked the thrill of knowing he had been just fast enough, the skim of air at a barely missed strike. He liked egging them on, a matador of the violent. Mostly though he liked the way Eddie made him feel, like he was nursing a broken heart before he could ever work up the nerve to confess and have it broken in the first place. And maybe that was fucked up but it was more than that, too. Eddie was wicked smart, stupid hot, brave and beautiful, and sometimes Richie looked at him and he was already looking back and Richie thought maybe. And then Eddie would bite his lip and look away and Richie would think no. (Vigilantes by night, best friends by day, Richie and Eddie are in love with both versions of each other)

Now, this is not tagged as such but if I had to describe this fic it would be as such: Miraculous Ladybug, College AU. And that basically sums up the entire fic. You've got the iconic four-square love angle superhero vigilante and they're in college trying to make it through life. It's a really cute AU fic and I love it a lot. If you're looking for less clownery and more dumbasses in love, this is for you.

7. Parent-Teacher Conference -trickdaggers 75k multi-chaptered

Summary:

Eddie loves his job, he really does. Even with all the shit a group of twenty-six ten year-olds can throw at him, he still loves what he does. Really, the parents are far worse than the kids, too many of them fitting the stereotypical mold of what an obnoxious LA parent is. He rarely interacts with them face-to-face, most discussion passing through the middlemen of their nannies and drivers, or via incessant emails about their uniquely-named child’s dietary restrictions. His actual students aren’t even the cause for at least half of the issues that plague him as a teacher at a private Los Angeles elementary school. Most of them are well-mannered, capable, socially aware kids, if not a little spoiled thanks to their environment. But then there’s Little Miss Peggy Tozier.

Now, I am not a huge fan of children centered fics. It often feels like someone just self-inserting themselves and the child has no depth and is kind of just...there. Not this one! Peggy is such a well-rounded character and actually serves as a plot point! Plus! As someone who is a teacher, the teacher life that Eddie leads here is very accurate and very funny. Basically, Eddie is an elementary teacher and has Richie's daughter in his class. Richie's daughter is a class clown, and Eddie repeatedly keeps trying to make attempts to rectify the situation whilst Richie tries to get in his pants. It's very light-hearted, the conflict quickly and easily resolves, and the pacing is done very well so you don't get that "nobody in the real world with a brainstem would do this." Highly recommend if you're looking for a light read that you can pick up and put down when needed with light easily resolved conflict!

8. if you could return (don't let it burn) - ShowMeAHero 19k one-shot (part 1 in a series!)

Summary:

“Not that I’m not enjoying our banter, buddy, but word on the street is you got a problem you could use some help with,” Richie says. “What’s bugging you at two in the morning on New Year’s Eve?” “New Year’s Day,” Eddie corrects again. “New Year’s Day, then,” Richie allows. There’s another beat of silence before he hears Eddie sigh audibly over the phone line. "I’m thinking about leaving my wife.” “Why’s that?” Richie asks. He’s already hooked. He genuinely cares about all of his callers and wants to help, but something about Eddie’s got its nails in him. Honestly, he doesn’t mind all that much. It’s a nice change of pace, to feel something. “We don’t get along all that well,” Eddie tells him. “I… I don’t know. We don’t really have anything in common. She’s sort of controlling, I guess. And I think I might be gay, so—”

I have so many feelings about this one. I love the trope of "we've never met but I would die for you." Plus, this fic is centered around Eddie saying Fuck Myra I want to be gay! Which is great! Without spoiling anything, Eddie is having a crisis and wants to divorce his wife. He finally gets the courage after listening to his favorite radio station which is hosted by Richie and calls into the station during a listener segment to let them know. He then continues to keep calling in and informing Richie and his listeners of his life accomplishments. There is unfortunately no Africa by Toto. I will say the part two actually deals with clownery and is a continuation and should be read but isn't needed. If you're wanting a canon divergence meet cute, read this!

9. footprints in the snow - hyruling 62k multi-chaptered

Summary:

Eddie meets comedian and rising star Richie Tozier at a comedy club, and his life is promptly turned upside down. His Twitter followers jump from 80 to 80,000 overnight, he's being photographed in the subway, and the dreams that have plagued him his entire life are becoming increasingly specific and haunting. Richie feels strangely like the home he's long forgotten, and falling into friendship with him is the easiest thing he's ever done. But the closer they get, the clearer it becomes that Richie is hiding something.

I won't lie the situationship in this fic made my fight or flight activate but it's a very good read and I believe this is one of the fics that the fandom in general regards as a must read. Now, I haven't re-read this one as much as I've re-read other fics in this list but it stands out in the list for its ending. I genuinely bawled big boo-hooed my eyes out reading it. The plot, without giving anything anyway, is very intricate and well done but explained well enough that you can understand what's happening without feeling like that picture of Charlie from It's always sunny. If you're looking for a fic that is very plot heavy, very heavy on the fornicating, and want a FWB to lovers, this is for you!

10. Tales Of A Washed Up Nothing - TheBlackLagoon 8k one-shot (part 1 in a series!)

Summary:

In which Richie watches too much Cheers, Sees a therapist, Gets a pet turtle and Saves Edward Kaspbrak’s life by playing Street Fighter.

I love this series so much. It so accurately describes the relationship between therapist and client as well as how do you move on after your whole world comes crashing down. It's a very realistic dealing with trauma and death fic but has a happy ending (but you have to read pt 2) To summarize, Richie is in a depressed slump and starts having some funky turtle dreams all while trying to cope with losing Eddie. So good I love it so much. If you're looking for a fix it fic that focuses in depth on Richie's Big Feelings, read this!

11. tell me we're dead and i'll love you even more - quarterdeck 100k multi-chaptered

Summary:

Richie Tozier is a chatterbox. The infamous Trashmouth, most relentless of babblers. Always has been. Loud enough to wake the dead, is what his parents and friends always say, but Richie doesn't know how to tell them that the dead were never sleeping. If they were, he'd have a hell of a lot more peace, that's for sure. -- or: Richie's Voices have more of a basis in reality than anybody thinks. He'd say it's a secret he'll take to the grave, but even that wouldn't be the end of it for him

Another quarterdeck because I love them and owe them my life. This is such an intricate and touching story. Essentially, a canon divergence in which Richie is like that one character from Ghost Whisperer in which he can hear ghosts and therefore has more knowledge than anyone else around him. It is written so good, and you get really invested in the story very quickly. Also, Frank is in this! Hurray! Basically, if you want a Reddie fic that is super heavy on the story line that features supernatural elements outside of the clownery, this is for you!

12. i am easy to find -zach_stone 47k multi-chaptered (Must have ao3 to read and is part 1 in a series!)

Summary:

Richie grabs the edge of the polaroid and slides it out from underneath the comic books. It’s a picture of a group of kids, all sitting on a porch in someone’s backyard. He recognizes his tween self pretty quickly — stupid hair, enormous glasses that made him look constantly bug-eyed. He’s really hamming it up for the camera, grinning with his arm slung around some dark-haired kid with a cast on his arm. He can’t remember who the kid is, who any of these kids are, but the way they’re all huddled together and smiling like they really give a shit about each other… he doesn’t remember ever having friends like this. “Who the fuck are you,” he whispers at the kids in the picture. He flips it over, and sees his own childish chicken-scratch handwriting on the back. Bill, Bev, Ben, Eddie, ME!, Stan, & Mike. September 1989! -- Or, 25-year-old Richie Tozier doesn't know why he can't remember his childhood, or why he has nightmares about yellow eyes looming in the dark. Then he finds an old photo of friends he can't remember, and things start to change. A "what if Richie and Eddie found each other again during the 27 years" fic.

I've always found the concept of the Loser's Club not having any memorabilia from Middle School/High School and not finding each other ridiculous. Like yea sure they lost all of their memories from their primitive years, that happens to everyone, but you don't have a picture or anything? This fic rectifies that situation and applies the universal truth that Richie would have found Eddie in the 27 years if Stephen King hadn't been an overdramatic bitch. Very lore heavy fic that deals with PTSD and two dumbasses finding their found family <3 also Stan lives!

#IT 2017 #IT 2019 #IT chapter 1 #IT chapter 2 #reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #stephen king #Reddie fic rec #Reddie fanfiction #reddie fic #losers club #it eddie kaspbrak #it richie tozier

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veren-cos · 9 months ago

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Why Can't it be me?

Sebastian x reader who fell for Sam

Sebastian's Pov

Part 2 Part 3

Why couldn't it have been me? I've seen every step of you falling for him. I've been there the whole time. And yet I can't help but think, why not me?

Every single time I look at you I am captivated. In awe. How can one person be so extraordinary? You took my heart the moment we met. And yet...

It was 4 seasons ago.

"Hey Abigail? Do you think I should let him beat me?" I was playing pool when we first met. How I wish I could go back and try again.

"Nah, that wouldn't be any fun!" She looked up from her phone. "Oh hey, farmer!"

'Farmer?' I thought. When I finally saw who Abby was talking about, you were already next to me.

"Hey! Sebastian, right? You're like the only person I hadn't met yet. I'm the new farmer." And you smiled. Your smile shown so brightly it beamed through my gloomy head. You shook my hand. "It's nice to meet you!"

"Ah, finally met my buddy, yeah? He's stuck in his room all day so I guess you wouldn't have seen him yet. We come here every Friday! You should come join us sometime." Yhe two of you were already friends. And I could tell Sam was enamoured with you. I don't blame him.

And you did join us. Every Friday, you'd come play pool. Or if you had a rough day in the mines, you shit talk me and Sam with Abigail. You always teased Sam a little more though. I didn't notice for a while, but you seemed different with him. You put on a front.

Sometimes when I went to Abigail's, I could hear you and her practically squealing. I should have figured it was about Sam. At one point, I thought it was about me. I dont know how I convinced myself that.

Sam is just so perfect. He is outgoing. He is kind. Sam is social, and good looking. Of course you would like him over me. You two are perfect for each other. I could never come in between it. There was never space for me in the beginning.

I see the way you look at him. Stealing glances when he isn't watching. You have this dumb smile on your face. The dumb smile I wish was reserved just for me.

But now as I walk down to the beach, you are holding his hand. You look so happy. And you know he likes you back. His smile is even dumber than yours.

I see him grab your waist. I watch him lean in.

And he kisses you.

My best friend is kissing the person I fell in love with. He pulls you closer, running his fingers through your hair. You leaned back. You swing your arms around his shoulders.

And i still cant help but think, why cant it be me. Why can't it be me! It's terrible. I should be happy for him. I should be happy for you. Why cant I be happy for you?

I pretend I don't see it. That's what I'll do. I will keep walking. I won't cry. I'll keep walking, not crying. Yes. I am completely okay with this.

I made it to the beach by the time I get control of my breathing. But then I hear something.

"Hey sebastian!!" And you smile at me. Like it isn't breaking my heart.

"Hey, farmer." I look down at the ground. Why did you come out here?

"Awh man, whats up? You know, i was just talking to Sam. Would you want to hang out with us? Maybe play some pool? We haven't actually hung out the three of us in a while.." You offer your hand out to me.

"I'm good." I practically swat your hand away. "I bet you'd absolutely love it for it to just be you and Sam, arent i right?" I drag the words out. All the hurt is leaking into to them. "Because you just absolutely love him. Don't you?"

"I do like Sam, but-"

I shout, "what kind of 'but' is there?! You don't like me. I get it. But I'm in love with you, farmer. I can't help it." I can't do this today. Not anymore. Not after I saw you kiss him.

I walk away but you come after me.

"Sebastian hey!!" You reach for my shoulder, but I shrug you off. "Sebastian, come on! You aren't even listening to me."

"And why should I? Huh? Leave me alone farmer. I'll see you when I see you."

And I leave. I don't look back. Maybe I should have just moved out of this damn valley. Gotten into the city.

Anything could be better than this rotten life.

Masterlist

There may or may not be a part 2 coming to this 🤭 (unsure as to when, and no promises)

Is it bad I'm having fun writing this???? Lol

It was also super weird writing in this POV. I'm not sure if I'll keep it for the next part.

#fanfiction #sdv #stardew valley #stardew valley x reader #sdv sebastian #sdv sam #sdv angst #angst #hurt/no comfort #yet #tehe

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izuqt · 1 year ago

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i. midoriya

tw : 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘢𝘳, 𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘩𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘧𝘧 𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘣𝘩.

" 𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐒𝐎 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐘."

Cold.

It's cold.

No matter how many jackets I throw over my body, no matter how many blankets I bury myself underneath, it's still cold.

Ever since the war ended, i've felt cold. The frigid feeling of inadequacy closing in on me like walls of a cramped, claustrophobic room. I feel incomplete, unfulfilled. Everything's over, I saved Tenko, didn't I?

Why do I feel there was still more I could've done? I felt useless in that moment, the split second he was staring at me with a smile. I should've done more. I could've done more. I'm not that useless kid I used to be anymore, I could have crawled deeper through the complicated vehemences of his heart.

But I didn't.

I can't sleep at all, I'm too buried inside of my thoughts to do that. It's all a never ending loop. A loop that feels like it's tearing you apart.

It eats at me. Grabs me by the throat and squeezes me, depriving me of any air I otherwise would've had. It feels like I'm sinking into my bed, like it's swallowing me whole, dragging me down into a never-ending void.

Then I hear my alarm clock. The irritating, deafening sound that's forced me to wake up everyday for a year.

BEEP.

I gasp for air, panting loudly. My head is aching with pain.

BEEP.

it feels like i'm drowning in my thoughts, the lighthearted memories sealed by the thought of Tenko, the only man I failed to save.

BEEP.

Then, I finally wake up. Drenched with a cold sweat, my heart racing like I just ran a marathon. My head's killing me, my eyes are wet with tears. I'm a mess. I'm everything my mother feared I'd become.

I took a deep breath, desperately trying to calm myself down. Over and over like a broken record, I repeated the same thing to myself.

' you're okay. '

again.

' you're okay. '

again.

' you're oka– '

A brief knock on the door.

"Deku? Is everything alright?"

My head shot up, I recognized the voice almost immediately. I threw off my blanket, shivering at the frosty atmosphere of my room. Shakily getting out of bed, I walked over to the door, grabbing the doorknob.

My hands are too sweaty. I can't turn it. Fuck.

"Can you open up the door?"

Give me a fucking second, I'm trying.

I took another deep breath, wiping my tears and trying to look at least a little presentable. I grabbed the doorknob again, slowly turning it.

"..."

"Hi, Uraraka."

The words left my lips sloppily, my vision filling up with tiny little dots. I felt woozy.

"is everything okay?"

"yeah, yeah– shit, I just stood up too fast."

"you sure?"

"mhm."

I hummed, rubbing my eyes lazily. I blinked a few times, staring at the round-faced girl with a concerned expression on her face.

"you've been sleeping all day."

"i know."

"..."

"are you sure everything's okay?"

My eye twitched at her persistence. I know I shouldn't be getting upset, but fuck, I already told her I'm okay.

"yes, i'm okay."

I closed the door, shutting my eyes and taking yet another deep breath.

...

Tenko's face flashed in my mind. Seems I can't even blink without the thought of him fucking my mind over. I leaned against the door, a small pang of guilt attacking my heart as I heard retreating footsteps followed with a sigh.

I'm sorry.

I wish I weren't like this. I wish everything were okay again.

I wish things turned out differently.

...

Sometimes the scars I got from that war starts hurting. I can't help but brush my fingers over them, trying to soothe the pain.

I can't help thinking about Tenko, either. No matter what I do, no matter where I go, he lingers in my mind. Like a parasite, slowly eating away at your brain until you go insane. He was right in front of me. He was so close, but I still managed to fuck everything up.

...

"𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝗼 𝗺𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐭𝗼 𝐬𝐚𝐲."

izuqt.

#izuku midoriya #izuku midoriya angst #mha #bnha #bnha angst #tomura shigaraki #tenko shimura #inko midoriya #my hero academia #boku no hero academia

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zero--sugar-bambi · 5 months ago

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Rant low-key pathetic loser shit

Somedays I feel like he's a snake and he's bitten me and instead of getting away from him and getting help I stay and ask him why he's bitten me and explain to him how I didn't deserve it he's poisoned my life in everyway possible some days I question if I walked into this or if I was dragged i can't ever remember wanting this it just happened and he won't let me escape the more he Poisons my life the more he Poisons me the harder it is to get away and knowing when I I escape him I'll lose all my family too because I'm all to aware they all care for him more then they do me so instantly having no one not easy no friends no family no support he's completely trashed my name too to be honest I don't know how I'm going to do this but the thought of never getting away makes me wanna kill myself not being dramatic like I just feel like what's the fucking point of going on if I'm only existence is for him and his happiness I'm not even a person I feel like just an extension of him it's unbearable I just want a normal happy life is that so much to ask ?

To not be owned but to be actually cared for

To not be allowed to do as I wish but incouraged

To not be fearful but to finally feel safe

Do i simply ask for to much I just don't even know anymore

#bambi-rants #bambi-drama #Bambi's sorry

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aropride · 5 months ago

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house season 8 episode 12 liveblogging (LONG post sorry)

sorry again. see why it took me 2 hours to watch 45 minutes

bandage placement made me think top surgery. god iwish i lived in the beautiful world i conjured in my mind for .3 seconds where chase took time off work to get top surgery

has anyone told him he probably shouldnt be having sex while also having an unhealed stab wound

thank god at least HE takes pills with water. unlike SOME PEOPLE (house 😒)

(respectful voice) big fan of.back muscles. Noreason for sharing just was moved by the spirit i suppose

every time house calls himself the c word i have an instinctual Hey man you cant say that reaction and then i go Wait he can reclaim nvm... Hes using it as a slur though

wait is this chase's apartmwnt I need to know fto write the most accurate fanfiction possible

guy who just got stabbed but is "fine" Okay man

NUNS......

can he stop standing and walking around and shifting his weight on his injured legs im nervous.

he was a seminarian......... i already knew this. but like. wow he has GOT to have some insane brain problems as a result. (thinks about "i had faith" "yeah that has baggage stamped all over it" exchange btwn him and adams)

^is this supposed to be hot or am i just insane

^BABYGIRL YOURE SO BAD AT THIS I LOVE YOU

i love you babygirl ur cool and casual touching ur hair despite barely having hair anymore is definitely showing how chill and calm u feel abt this conversation

"priests and nuns were the closest i had to family" :(

^what do u mean by this :(

"even though you don't find my case interesting, you find my interest in it interesting" AGAIN . CHASE KNOWS HIM SO WELL. and the pause after and looking at him like he's making sure he's reading him right and then house does exactly what chase expected. im normal about them

^oh you should ask chase about this topic im sure hes familiar #true /notprojecting

"your overreaction to your stabbing is to blame me even as you are drawn to me" ? i cant be the only one seeing homosexuality here

"how can you not be traumatized?" "can't change what happened. can only make better choices from here" me when im so not traumatized that i blame myself for what happened to prove im not traumatized.

"no one joins the clergy without having that epiphany.that god's love is speaking to you directly" <- needed to save this quote. not sure why. It will be helpful to me in my travels i think

this is sofucking good im. slurping this episode like apple juice Fuck

EVEN THE PATIENTS KNOW HES A WHORE!!!!!!😭

the first thing he has to know about being hypersexual/using sexuality as an unhealthy coping mechanism is that u cant drag other people into ur problems Especially if u have to interact with them regularly. (doubly so bc if they realize ur like, using them to worsen ur own brainproblems they will feel bad !!!) Fucking all the nurses at the damn hospital is like the worst thing he could do Now its followed him into his career Smdh. Well to be fair he probably didnt have an alter to tell him that. shout out mars i miss u every day

"i'm just looking for something more" "so am i" auoughhghhhhh

he spends all this time nowadays being like house but sometimes u can still see the earnest kicked-puppy look in his eyes

"you think im hitting on a nun? angry at god or i just need a challenge?" "Or you're terrified of intimacy, which is why you're a serial slut" MY JAW IS ON THE FLOORRRRR I THOGUHT I WAS THE ONLYT ONE SEEINF THIS SHIT!!! I PRACTICALLY WROTE THIS WORD FOR WORD THE OTHER DAY IN MY NTOES APP FOR THAT FUCKING. DIALOGUE I CANT STOP WRITING FOR SOME REAOSN.

got too excited about teevee show now i can feel all the blood in my body

"youre right i was running away" girl so is he :(

how it feels to lose urself in meaningless sex rainbow dolphin image :(and by rainbowdolphin image i mean not that

^😭 HELP

"there was a stabbing" ME WHEN I DISSOCIATE??? brother.see a therapist

"i need to get away from house and everything that reminds me of him" (house md 8.12) // "avoidance of trauma-related stimuli after the trauma" (ptsd criterion c)

"you're gonna get away from him by turning into him?" OH.... FINALLY SOMEONE ELSE IS SEEING THIS

i truly do not believe his little story abt how he got kicked out of seminary school im not buying thgat. me when i lie

he's like a puppy to me. hes so kicked puppy core. and his gay little outfit is so cute and i love him i want to pick him up and throw him against the wall. like a bouncy ball not in a sexual way. In a sexual way also tghough

DO NOT CONFESS YOUR LOVE TO THE PATIENT??? WHO YOU JUST MET AND SLEPT WITH ONCE??????

^in terms of how house is this is basically a deeply vulnerable discussion of his regrets and traumas

the little tiny barely perceptable nods i lvoe you i love you

#text #houselb

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tams-writeblr · 4 months ago

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Love in a hopeless Place 18

Synopsis: She was barely grown up, when she stepped into the bar that was the center of Zaun's resistance. The people she met there would forever change her life, and one of them especially. Silco x reader/OC; first-person POV; overall rating: E for Explicit; canon-compliant (though I might make a stretch on the timeline here and there to make things fit my symbolism); age gap! (younger female, older male); 9 chapters; 45k; cis female reader/POV; no beta-reader; completed Chapter ratings/warnings: T for Teen, mentions of weapons and injuries, somewhat strong language Wordcount: <1k Author's note: So! My stupid turn on how Silco got his injury. It only has partly to do with Vander, his shenanigans only make them worse later. But this might be too spoilery? Hahaha of course not. Yeah, he's an idiot, but Kid still loves her idiot. Comments would be appreciated!

Today's music recommendation: The Wanndies - You & me Song

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Act II

Chapter III

Part 5/9

The next days, Silco spent in restlessness, he didn't vanish on me anymore, but I found him glued to his desk almost at any time of the day.

I went back to the store, and I got a feeling, our life could almost be normal again.

Until about a week after the incident in the bar, Mimi, Vander's assistant at "The Last Drop" stormed into the store and called out for me.

I came out from behind the counter, confused but instantly alarmed.

"It's about Silco! He's had an accident."

My heart instantly dropped into my stomach. "What happened?", I panted, taking my apron off.

"I think he blew something up. He's with the doc. I don't know how bad it is, but Vander sent me to get you."

I forced back tears. "Dad!", I screamed, and Claus instantly stumbled out of the backroom. "I need to go. Silco made something stupid again."

He nodded at me with furrowed eyebrows, and I ran after Mini, back to "The Last Drop".

"Where is he?", I called out without further ado.

"Downstairs. Don't know why, but he came for me after the bullshit he's made. Scared the shit out of the kids."

A layer of sweat on my body gave away that I didn't feel different. I followed Vander downstairs and into the backroom that was his office.

Silco was placed on the desk, long legs dangling off the side. His hand was pressed against his forehead, a big bandage wrapped around half his face.

The doctor just packed his bag. "You should have come for me instantly," he scolded and closed the bag shut. "Get some rest and see me in two days. And keep away from explosives." He gave me a small look, but I saw pity in his eyes.

"Silco," I cried as we were alone. "What the fuck have you done?"

He rolled his face away from me and hid behind his arms.

I saw wounds, blisters and burnings all over his hands, his lower arms were neatly wrapped. Violent tears fell out of my eyes and onto his red shirt. "Silco?"

"He blew up half his face, this fool." It was Vander behind me. "He just can't let go of his grudge, and when your father couldn't sell him anything anymore, he started building his own fucking Molotov cocktails. Of course something had to go wrong."

"Is that true?", I breathed.

His lack of response was response enough.

Vander ranged through the room and helped his friend get off his desk. He looked at me. "Get him outta here. I can't look at him right now." He placed Silco's arm around my shoulder and left the office.

"Why did you do that?", I whimpered as I dragged him up the stairs.

His exposed eye slowly blinked. "You told me, we needed a position of strength. But they collected all our weapons this day. Not even your lot is still selling some. So I had to do something myself."

"Fool," I groaned through gritted teeth. "How bad is it? You still have the eye?"

"Yeah, just some cuts around the lid. I closed the eyes in time. Vander makes this worse as it is. It was bleeding heavily, that's why the brats were afraid, but Doc says I should be fine. The one right above my lid might leave a scar, but that's fine."

Relief washed the heaviness of my shoulders. "That was still really dumb of you, Silco. I hope you didn't abuse our dining table for your little experiments."

"Of course not," he scoffed. "I wouldn't do this at home." He wiped his nose with the back of his hand. "I can walk on my own. I'm just a little dizzy."

I carefully let go of him, and while he did trip, he walked straight after a few steps.

Lighting a cigarette and inhaling deeply, I saw relief on his face. "Come on, let's go home."

#arcane fanfiction #arcane #x reader fanfiction #reader insert #x reader #x f!reader #silco x reader #silco x oc #silco fanfic #silco arcane #vander arcane

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xglassx · 9 months ago

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Do you know what time it is.....celestial papa scenario 🎉

Warning no show accurate!!!!

As you started to get older you grew more distant from your farther in an attempt to leave old childish games behind in pursuit of new things. The first time you left the celestial toyroom was a shock,you had managed to find yourself on earth. So many professionals people in suits and straight faces of misery. It exsighted you,new wonders and adventure waiting for you at every turn.

You walked a little ways down the busling street until you made it to a small woodland,you watched as people ate picnics,walked dogs,rode bike it was extatic but was not the kind of thing you where looking for,you wanted something more professional,responsible and grown up. Something that needed to be nurtured and looked after something like-"hey" you spun round as you felt a hand on your left shoulder. It was a man that was about your age in high school maybe college,he gave you a sweet smile as he stood in front of you fumbling with his fingers.

"Hey I thought that you where cute and I wanted to get your number" you looked up at him with a blank expression as you listened to his words,your face headed up as he finished talking. "......a phone,oh yes a phone! I don't have one sorry...." you said feeling let down"thats fine,maybe you wanna go to a cafe with me...right now?" He asked sweetly and you couldn't help but nod your head.

He seemed sweet and harmless and you couldn't help but seem amused. Maybe it was part off your father that had rubbed off on you,yet you couldn't help yourself in finding some sort of sick pleasure entertaining his idea of even having a chance with you.maybe this was the entertainment you where looking for.

"Yes I would love that!"you followed my though the quaint little town as he told you about himself,his name was noah and he was from around here,as you sat in the little cafe you didn't order anything as you thought it would take away from the amount of Time you had to look into his eyes,"so what brings you around" quick thing of a lie "oh I justed moved here"

He reached over the table to hold your hand that layed on the smooth surfaces of the table. "well maybe after this I can walk you home" your face grew hot was a smilr coulfnt hrlp but tug at the corners of your lips.this what going to be so much fun the idea of letting this man down was practically thrilling.

oh shit,we where interuped by a voice on the right "oh no need she still has a lot of unpacking to do" you looked up to see your farther standing there with his arms crossed and brow furrowed, "dad I was just-" this clowm is your farther?" Noah said as he side eyed your farther. You did want to justify your actions to your farther but now given noahs interruption it seems all chance you had of getting out of this unscathed where out the window.

"Dad he didn't mean it-" "y/n I suggest we go home before I do something I will regret" you lowered your head as you slid out from the booth and your farther grabbing your hand quite harshly as dragging you out.

By the time you got home your embarrassment faded into anger. You ripped you had out from your fathers grip and glare at him."who could you embarras me that like!" You yelled it from the first time in your life.he gave you a cold stair and crossed his arms not taking to kindly to your attitude."y/n you have known better then to speak to some-" before your fathers could land any insults on your choice of men you spoke up."I don't care what you think!.I am not some little girl anymore! I can't take car off myself and make my own decisions! Ans I sure as hell don't need you to help me!" His frown parked as his eye boar hole into yours.

"Don't speak to me like that young lady I am your father-" with a burst off anger you shouted "BUT YOUR NOT!" your face felt red as the pace of your chest increased. Anger filled your fathers as you yelled at him."really?" He mocked as he stalked closer "who saved you from the streets when you where a child?" Your feet moved you back slightly as he got closer.he knew he was scaring you "who fed you? Bathed you? Loved you for all your worth!?" HE started to raise his voice and tears pricked into your eyes as your back collided with a set off draws. Stinging filled your hip as you put both your hands behind you back to hold and stable yourself.

"Who put up with your childish foolish antics for years! Who made the mistake off waisting there life trying to fix the mess you become!" You slid down the draw till you where onto the floor with stars poruing down your face. You sobbed as his words cut deep. You felt all the years do insurances fill you. "ME! I took care off you! When you didn't deserve my help! My guidance!" He loosed over you his hands dictating his words.

As you sobbed feeling broke inside as he yelled at you making you feel small and scared again look you did all those years ago. His words sliced at your skin leaving bring sensations across your body as your eyes burned as stars pooled in them spilling over the edge and down your face. He sighed kneeling down to your level. "You didn't deserve my help and somtim3w you seem to forget where you stand like when you stood all alone that night I took you in"

His yelling stopped as his hand gently cupped your face as your tried to flinch away. His cold hands burned more then your tears did no your face. "But I will always remind you where you stand in this world.i do it to protected you. To build you back ul again when you break" He was right,his words broke you and he was going to make sure he would rebuild you differently this time.more depened on him. Needing more off hid time and attion like when you where a little child still killing to his leg.

"I will put you back together again and nothing will stop em from doing so.becuas I love you y/n" He took your face his both his hands as he pressed his forehead against yours. Your teary eyes buring as you whee forced to look into his eyes. You broke down in open mouth sobbed as your clung to him hiding for face in his neck. He rubbed soothing patterns on your back as he hushed your sobbs.

He would do better to make sure you would be more dependent din him this time.

#celestial toymaker #docter who #docterwho60th #the toymaker #toymaker #the celestial toymaker x reader #the celestial toymaker x reader docter who #the toymaker x reader docter who

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thebanishedreader · 1 year ago

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Ongoing Book Review: Dead Inside (Chandler Morrison) Pt. 1

I take way too long to finish books since I read like 7 at a time, so I have decided to start posting my thoughts and reviews as I go along. Also, that way I can actually commit to posting these reviews once I finish the book, which is yet another thing the commitment devils have kept me from accomplishing.

Anyhow, though, here we go: the first ongoing review will cover what I have read so far of Dead Inside by Chandler Morrison.

(CW: mentions of necrophilia, cannibalism, and sex. NSFW I guess).

Description by Seller (amazon.com): "A young hospital security guard with a disturbingly unique taste in women. A maternity doctor with a horrifically unusual appetite. When the two of them meet, they embark on a journey of self-discovery while shattering societal norms and engaging in destructively aberrant behavior. As they unwittingly help each other understand a world in which neither seems to belong, they begin to realize what it truly means to be alive... And that it might not always be a good thing."

Here I am, 15% through the book. I know it's not far, but honestly, it's far enough. All I have to say is-- wow. Wow.

This book kinda sucks. Just an all-around drag. A bore, but not the pleasant boring drawl of a lecturer putting you to sleep. The harrowing, suffocating boredom of having to work a shift with that coworker that you hate, that makes you cringe so hard that it's not even entertaining to hate them anymore. Get me out of here. That's how this book feels.

For a book constantly boasting how readers say it's "not for the faint of heart," it's surprisingly underwhelming. I'm frankly disappointed, and yet this book keeps embarrassing itself so much within only 15% that I can't even be angry at myself for falling into its trap.

My reasoning falls into 3 categories: Let-Down, Cringe, and Excuses.

First things first - I was expecting something raunchy, something gruesome and disturbing. I'm not one of those people who shies away from Dead Dove content, far from it. I love that shit. Literature is a place to explore the dangerous, the taboo, the fucked up-ness of being a person. So, finding a book that pledged it was disgusting, disturbing, and medically horrifying? Sign me up. This book is... not that.

What was promised to be a horror novel that pushes the boundaries of what is too much horror, what toes the line between gratuitous and entertaining, this novel relies on one thing: shock value. And the biggest bummer for that tactic is this: if your audience is not shocked, then there is nothing left supporting the narrative.

Dead Inside relies entirely on the audience not being familiar with horror stories or even true crime stories involving necrophilia or cannibalism. The concept of a perverted security guard using his power to violate corpses is supposed to be mortifying, unbelievably despicable. Yet for a seasoned horror fan, it's nothing short of lame. Juvenile, almost. There is hardly any risk when our security guard goes into a morgue which he holds the key to, wherein there are no security cameras, where he can do whatever he pleases, lay on the floor afterwards, and go back to work-- in a tiny, unbusy hospital. It's boring, it's lame, who gives a shit if this weirdo gets his rocks off in weird ways; it's horrible to think of it happening in real life to the body of a loved one, certainly, but this is horror literature. Stephen King would have had worms crawling up the dude's dick and blossoming into a parasite that whispers in his ear until he castrates himself. Chandler Morrison just has our (I hate to even call him this) protagonist fuck a corpse. Cool, I guess.

2. Number Two. Let's talk Cringe Factor.

This narrator is unbearable. Unbearable. He sounds like the stereotype of a discord edgelord who is narrating this book with the sole purpose of scaring off the normies. He relishes in saying gross things, being gross, all while acting as if he is so much more sophisticated than he is.

It doesn't help that the book is narrated in first person. This goes back to how I described the experience of reading Dead Inside to be equivalent to working a shift with a coworker that is very much not your friend who disrespects you the same way a friend would tease. It's just plain oblivious. Our necrophiliac incel narrator is the epitome of the Riverdale meme where Jughead says "I'm weird. I'm a weirdo. I don't fit in. And I don't want to fit in." Like, Christ man, we get it, you don't shower and your hair is greasy and people don't want to be around you not because you're "weird", but because you're inconsiderate and unhygienic and put 0 effort into anything whatsoever. Having to listen to the narrator's commentary on how he's aware how disturbing his own actions are, how he knows the ordinary person would see him as a freak, it's just so lame. That's the only word I have for it, really. Just completely and utterly lame. This novel reads with the same tone as a Reddit incel jerk-off posting about Elliot Rodger. It's just pathetic, but there's no pity there. It's entirely self-induced patheticness that the narrator excuses as being "unique."

It's fine to have characters in books that are frustrating, irritating, that make you just want to smack them upside the head for yapping too long. But it's never a good sign when the person I want most desperately to shut the fuck up is the narrator. It's not good writing if my method of making the narrator quit talking is closing the book and contemplating whether or not it's even worth finishing. Extraordinarily poor quality character. But it's not intentional - we are supposed to find this character disturbing, threatening, and eerily fucked up. We're supposed to wonder why he got this way, and what it will take to break him. We are supposed to hate him, and relish in his demise. I feel nothing but exasperation from this man. The simplest way to resolve my hatred for him is to close the book and put it away. I don't give a fuck what happens to him. I don't think he even deserves my attention, and he's the narrator. This is bad.

3. And finally. Excuses.

This complaint is a short, but prudent one. The writing quality is mediocre at best. One of the biggest rules of any creative work, but particularly writing, art, and filmmaking, is that your audience is smarter than you think. Leave things open for interpretation. Leave opportunity for ponderance, and analysis. Show, don't tell.

Dead Inside is all tell, with nothing to show. Our narrator is a loser, but Morrison doesn't let us own it. Instead, excuses are made; the most infuriating example of this is after our narrator has finished fornicating with a poor, lifeless victim. The section goes:

"... but my lovers are all equipped with the best birth control the world can offer. As in, dead reproductive systems. I know that goes without saying, but I like to say it." (p. 21)

If it goes without saying, then don't say it. The segment would have been entirely fine without that last remark; if anything, it would have been better, and bolstered the narrator's character as a whole! And this is only one of the outright examples I have of this characterization.

The bitter, dark humor of our narrator would have been brilliantly given if the quote ended at "dead reproductive systems." We would have been left with the pure objectification and lack of emotion our narrator possesses, how he sees dead bodies purely as anatomical tools for his own peak control and pleasure, his own performance. We as the audience would have been victims of him as well, subjected to listen to the gross things he says and does and entirely unable to resist it-- pure puppets for his sick fantasies, just like the corpses he violates. It would have illustrated an actual level of mystique and unsettling nature to the relationship between narrator and narrated and audience. The novel's ongoing themes of fetish and object, the definitions of violation, it all would have been so interesting if only the narrator didn't say something so juvenilely self-aware every five seconds, like he's vying for our attention and approval. Look!!, Morrison makes our narrator constantly wave his hands in our face like a child, Look!! Isn't that fucked up!! Look at how fucked up I can be! Tell me I'm gross, tell me I'm weird!! Look at how gross that is, right!! That's scary, right??

No. It's annoying, and it gets old before it even got a chance to start.

Again, I'm 25 pages into a 191 page book. It's mid as fuck. I hope it turns around, but I don't think it will-- I can see from only 15% where this story is going, I bet I can plot out most if not the entire rest of the book. I think the concept is one spooky "what-if" that goes no deeper than that. Honestly, I'm really disappointed. I wanted to be disturbed. I don't have much motivation to keep reading this book except the pervasive nagging of my soul to finish most books I pick up. Plus, I want to know if I'm wrong about how dog this has so far turned out to be.

If you made it this far, holy shit. Congrats. You're running the Athens marathon by reading this. You're amazing. I'm giving you a small kiss on the forehead.

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I love Arthur Fleck so fucking much it actually hurts sometimes. Every time I think I can't love him any more than I already do, I somehow manage to surprise myself.

Maybe I'm overly emotional right now because I'm stressed to the point of having literally no appetite so I haven't eaten all day or because it's 9.54pm and I should be asleep already because I wanna be up at 3am so I can study before work, but I just... Cannot and will not stop thinking about Arthur.

How hard he tries to be good - going to therapy, keeping a journal, taking actual notes on what comedy seems to be based on what makes people laugh the hardest in Pogo's Club, taking his medications, holding down a job, working inhuman hours and then going home to be his mother's carer - and he's so exhausted, you can see it.

But he keeps going. He tries day after day after day, head bowed and an asymptomatic limp and feet dragging and shoulders slumped because he's suffering but he knows what he needs to do and he's doing it as best as he can.

He's not an inherently good person, from the moment the film begins we see that he's already started to descend and he's doomed by the narrative; it was always gonna end the way it does. But right up until absolutely everything is taken away from him, by his hand or not, he is trying. To be kind, to take his medications, to care for Penny, to do what's expected, to do what he thinks is right because he cares so much that it burns him. He cares so much that it factors into his downfall, he's tragic and doomed from the start but like so many of my beloveds, he went down fighting until he couldn't anymore so then he gave in and everything went to shit.

But he TRIED. Every day. Until that choice was taken from him.

There's so much quiet strength and bravery to Arthur and so much to him that he doesn't show to the world, either because he doesn't want to or he can't, but what we do see... I find so, so tragically beautiful.

Arthur is, in so many ways, the reason why I am who I am today. He's the reason I'm doing a bachelor's with honours psychology with counselling degree; he inspired me so much that I realised I want to help people like him and I've spent the last four years working towards my degree, I have two more years to go and then after that, there's gonna be post-graduate certifications and training and work experience to work on etc. but Arthur has always inspired me to keep going, to keep trying, just like he did.

Step step step step...

One day after another.

Arthur inspired me to be kinder, and if I can't manage that, then just be nice or even if that's too much, don't say anything at all, just smile and move on. He inspired me to keep going, to be gentler to myself, to write down my thoughts, to take time at the end of a day which has so much work that I'm swaying on my feet to brush my teeth because I'm so tired, to watch something I love because it'll give me something to look forward to at work or when I'm dragging myself through a 3am study session. My bed is my favourite hello and my hardest goodbye. Arthur keeps me warm inside, he keeps me going, he gives me a reason to smile every day, and I'm so grateful to this character for everything he's taught me.

How can I quit on everything I work so hard at, a thought I'm ashamed to admit I have every day, when someone like Arthur inspired me? If I quit, it'll be a waste of the four years I've spent so hard working for, but also it'll be a waste of the love I have for Arthur, because I pour so much of it into my degree. I can't help Arthur, but I can help people like him. I pour my love for him into my degree, and I try to honour the lessons he taught me with it, too. How can I quit my degree not only so close to the end, but also because to quit would be like giving up on Arthur? I may be exhausted to my bones, we all know it, but like hell would I ever give up on Arthur. And therefore, no giving up on my degree. I'll be grateful I kept going one day. (Right?🥺)

I love Arthur, so much, and I'll carry him with me for the rest of my life. He's always there for me at the end of the day, safe in my phone, and curling up in bed with him cures all ills. I'll never love anyone the way I love Arthur, not just because he changed my life and saved it on the same day (4th October 2019) in so many ways it'd take me another twenty minutes to list them, but also because Arthur Fleck is Arthur Fleck, and that's the biggest reason of all to love him.❤️

I wish I could tell him all of this. I truly do.

#erileck #self-shipping

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lovelykil · 2 years ago

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「 Scars 」

kyle x reader older ver.

cw; self harm scars, depression

cw; I initially didn't want to write (or post this) since it's so corny to me, but I actually struggle with depression and sh and stuff I won't get much into it but,, this is mainly for comfort to anyone else who struggles as well :-(

"And when we graduate we can go move in together and start our life in clean and fresh new bought home, maybe even.. bake some cookies the first day in?"

"I love new house smells"

"I know you do." I sheepishly smiled and took a small sip of my chocolate milk then let it rest on my nightstand. I sat up into my pillows, moving my legs around to get comfortable. Kyle moved his hands away and looked over at me.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked, his voice filled with concern. I looked at him then my legs, I shook my head lightly.

"No I was just getting comfortable.." I hesitated, my eyes darting away from the various scars to my bare skin. He hummed, placing back my legs onto his lap where he would continue to caress his thumb along my scars while looking away.

I watched as he studied my room, his eyes moving to the dirty floor where clothes laid and stacks of dirty dishes piled up, missing assignments scattered around the ground and my backpack hung open on a chair with more clothes set on it.

I grew embarrassed, feeling uncomfortable again. This wasn't the first time I've felt like this anytime he came over.

I hate when he comes over to my house, I love going over to his since it's clean and tidy and takes my mind off that I'm a complete wreck and a total shit show because of the way I live.

My legs find their way to my chest where I held them close to me, suddenly I felt emotional.

"Why are you with me?" I croaked, looking away from him.

"What?"

"Why are you still with me? You absolutely hate germs and my room is just full of it, it's disgusting but I just can't seem to get myself to clean it all up. Plus.. I barely have any motivation to do anything I feel like I'm just.. dragging you down Kyle.. Why do you even bother with me anymore?"

As I went on, I felt my eyes burn with familiar tears. My sunken swelled eyes closed tightly to prevent the tears from falling but I quickly wiped my face with the back of my hand and sniffled just to realize I failed.

Kyle didn't say much, he stared at me perplexed. He's green caring eyes fell onto the many scars on my body then up to my face.

"We can always clean your room together if you want, I don't mind it.. really." I raised my head up to see his small smile with his head tilted to the side a little. Those eyes of his showed nothing but sincerity and love and to that I bit my lip down to try not to cry more.

"Also, I love you sweetheart I know you're struggling and I just want to help you. I'm always going to be here when you need me and if you need your alone time I'll respect that. I just want you to get better love."

"I'm trying Ky, I am.."

"I know you are Y/n, I can see it." I felt the warmth of his hand on my own as his thumb graced against my knuckles softly. His other hand neared close to my cheek and held it. My cheeks grew warm and a sad smile appeared on my weary face.

After so many arguments, me lashing out on him, ignoring him for hours, almost breaking up with him due to how bad I was getting, he still remained by my side, and tried to help me when no one else was. I know it must've been so hard for him during some days where I would completely ignore his existence and rot in my bed all day but I'm so glad he's still here with me.

He's the reason why I threw away my razor blades and started using just rubber bands whenever I felt the need to hurt myself. It's a small change but he said baby steps is still good and good for achieving my goal to which is getting better.

I love him dearly, to much where I think I don't even deserve him.

"Hey Kyle," I whispered, looking at him. He hummed, his right hand reaching toward my face. I placed both of my hands ontop of his, sinking into his touch, I've never felt so safe and happy with a person.

"Thank you." I smiled up at him, my eyes staring back into his. His brows rose from shock, he looked taken back. But within seconds he leaned in to kiss my cheek and place a light kiss to my forehead.

"You're welcome." His lips formed a kind smile back at me when he pulled away to reply back.

I messed with his curls, feeling the strains wrap around my finger then letting it coil back up when I let go.

"Can we nap? I feel tired." I covered the incoming yawn with my hand and sighed softly. Kyle nodded, leaning into kiss my head again then began to take off his jacket.

I settled into my bed, pulling the sheets over my body soon he came in to join me right next to me. He cuddled up near me as we both smiled and giggled to each other.

"How about tomorrow we start cleaning, it's friday?" The ginger suggested as his hand landed on my face once again. I thought for a moment, making a few faces but nodding my head in agreement.

"okay"

"yeah?"

"yeah."

He smiled once again, that smile that made me feel warm and fuzzy inside.. the smile I remember that made me fall I love with him before we ever started dating.

I smiled myself but hid it away into his neck, putting my arm under his to hold him close to me. The way he smelt always brought me joy and made me feel at home too in a way.

But he was my home.

He's the only home I ever felt happy in.

Funny how a person could feel or be like a home.

I felt his slender hands hold me back, growing comfortable in his spot with me onto him. He began to run his fingers up and down my back from beneath my shirt then scratched it ever so lightly.

I placed a few kisses to his bare neck before closing my eyes to fall asleep.

"i.. love you." I muttered right before my eyes shut.

I could feel him sudden stop, freezing in the moment I could imagine his eyes open wide from just 3 words. Those 3 words I only used so rarely..

The way I felt his heart race within those few seconds of silence as our bodies were so close to one another melted my heart.

"i love you too." He whispered back, continuing to run his fingers against my back.

#𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙮𝙠𝙞𝙡⋆ ★#depression is a bitch especially since im getting older as well i feel sad #anyway #south park #south park x reader #kyle broflovski #kyle x reader

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Terrapin Soup Part 10

Fuck.

Fuck fuck fuckshitfuck- "Leo! What happened to your arms?!" No no no nononono- "I-I.. I uhm..." Raph didn't even give a second glance to the floor pizza as he stepped over the boxes and reached out to Leo, who instinctively took a step back to avoid his touch. Raphael's expression only looked more worried when he wasn't able to reach him. Usagi glanced between the two and decided not to try and interfere and make things worse on either of them, "Raph this isn't the time c-can we just talk about this later.." "Later?? Leo you're seriously hurt! Is this why you've been wearing those compression sleeves? I- I thought we weren't keeping secrets anymore- How long have you had these? Who did this to you?"

No more secrets? Now that set him off after just learning Donnie had more then enough secrets to last a few life times that was being held from him. "No more secrets?? Oh spare me the bullshit, I know you know damn well what Donnie's been doing without telling me! You never told me, none of you told me! And I know you also knew about the trackers Donnie put on us all cause of-fucking-course you wouldn't trust me to go out on my own if there wasn't some mystic way to know exactly where I was so you can drag me back! I can't believe I was stupid enough to think any of you actually trusted me! You never did, did you? To think you ever had any faith in me.. So yeah, I've been keeping things from you. But y'know what? This is my personal biz, you don't have the right to that, none of you do. None of you have the right to my private thoughts and conversations without my permission!! You can't just spy on me for fucking years and act like that's normal!" "Leo language, please.. I-I know you're upset but you.. You gotta understand why dad asked Dee to make them in the first place-" "Dad's in on it too?? God is everyone but me in the loop? Some fucking brothers you are-!" "It was so long ago when he made them we were all just kids- Besides you're never here anymore Leo! When would we have the time to fill you in on something that doesn't even matter that much-" "It matters to me!!" Leo was raising his voice to the point even Usagi was getting a little worried.. He didn't know how to help, clearly Leo's privacy was something he held above all else, and with good reason. He knew deep down Leo was just scared. Scared that if his brothers stumbled on any information about his habits that they'd shun him if not something worse. "Don't you fucking get it?? I've been hiding this for years, because I knew you'd never understand. None of you would! And I was right because you turn around and do this shit! I can't believe you guys would spy on me and violate my privacy and trust like that-" "Years..? Leo... W-What do you mean years?" Leo walked up to Raph, taking the few steps closer with a much colder expression then anyone in the room had even seen on him before. He held his arms up putting them in his brothers face, his arms were covered in marks, scar tissue over shredded skin making dents and bumps from his wrists to his shoulders. There was no clear pattern but from the depth of the old versus the newer it was clear they'd been getting deeper. "Get a good look brother. It's been one year, eight months, and twelve days since the last time I hurt myself. So no, you don't understand. I've been hiding it because I knew you'd throw yourself a pity party and find some way to blame yourself for it, so I just.. Didn't tell you. There was no way I could explain this to you, to any of you.. I told you no one is who they say they are. We all have shit, so you can stop pretending to have some moral high ground over me like I'm some stupid child who doesn't know left from right and who'd never hurt a fly. That kid you see me as is long gone." Raph looked over all the marks, unable to properly analyze anything with his mind racing, when did this start then? How long had it been going on exactly? Why hadn't he noticed sooner.. He couldn't helped- When did Leo say that? Why was he so upset, didn't he know about Donnie's trackers? It was one of his greatest inventions that stopped them from getting sick by alerting them of the early signs.. Why was Leo mad at that..? That new wound.. What were those stiches from? Did he get hurt fighting tonight.. Did Usagi patch him up? That was nice of him- Since when did he know how to do that? What happened to Leo.. He was never like this before.

"Leo I.. ...I'm sorry, I didn't know you felt like this. I-I'd never hurt you on purpose, or do anything that I knew could hurt you.. You know that right? Raph would never keep things from you if it wasn't important or if he didn't know you didn't know.. I-I'm glad you told me about some of it now though, and.. Well... You're right about me not understanding, I might if you talked to me more- But I haven't told you everything about me either s-so I don't expect everything to come out at once. But we're brothers, you know that no matter what it won't change that. Whatever you're going through.. Or were going though? I wanna help, I don't know what I can do but I don't want you to feel like you can't talk to me.. And I don't wanna feel like I can't talk to you." "...What if I killed someone..?" Raph froze, taken aback by the sudden question, one he never really thought he'd hear Leo of all people ask, especially in this sort of conversation. "I- Leo I'm tynna be serious-" "Answer the question. If I killed someone I thought deserved it, what would you do? Would you still say you love me? Would you honestly be able to look at me the same?" "..Well- Of course! Leo people do lots of messed up things because of good intentions. And sometimes the answers aren't always clear, the paths we take aren't always steady. But everything we do shapes who we are, and if we go down different paths, I might be worried for you.. Or try to get you to go another way since I don't think killing is right ever but.. But that's not for me to decide in the end. You do what you think is right, and when you need us we'll be there. I mean there's a few things that I wouldn't be able to forgive, but we love you Leo, every part of you. Even if you went a little too far, I know you aren't a bad person.. That weird feeling Raph gets around people he doesn't trust yet, I never once felt that towards you."

Well that was surprisingly heartfelt..

Leo took a step back, glancing to Usagi was a more apologetic look, mentally cursing himself for loosing his cool in front of him like that. Leo grabbed the tracker off the trey stuffing it into the pouch on his hip and gently grabbed Usagi's hand with his other. "As nice as that would be, I can't say I believe you. But I'm glad we talked... I'll.. Seriously stop hiding so much if you all do the same. But if any of you fuck with me again like this, you will never see me again. And that's a promise. Just talk to me next time, if he asked to chip me I would have said yes." Leo walked passed Raph into the doorway leading Usagi with him. "We'll be in my room, you can text me if its important but other then that no one else is allowed to bother us. I.. I need a minute." He said before heading out, leaving Raph alone with his sad pile of floor pizza and the unconscious cannibal...

-_-_-_-

One Leo and Usagi we're back in his room he plopped himself down on the bed letting his head fall into with hands with a low grumble. Usagi stood there for a moment before sitting beside him, gently rubbing the back of his shell with a hand, "Are you alright Leo..?" "Mmn... I'm sorry you had to see that. I feel bad for snapping at him.." "Ironic isn't it." Leo perked up, unsure what irony there was to any of this. "I thought Raphael was the snapping turtle." Leo deadpanned looking up at Usagi, that was the best worst joke he's ever heard.. Usagi was fucking perfect- He let out a little snort leaning into him, "Booo, that was a six out of ten, at best." Usagi rolled his eyes pulling Leo closer, "Can't be worse then your paper jokes-" Leo gasped dramatically pulling back, "Excuse you! My jokes are hilarious!" He gently pushed Usagi back a bit, watching in amusement as he let himself fall back, pulling Leo down with him so they were laying together, "Hilariously bad maybe~" "My paper jokes aren't just bad, they're.. Tear-able" Usagi snorted pushing Leo's face away gently, "Booooo! Now that was a three out of ten- How dare you try to bring those jokes back."

"Wat can I say, I love recycling~" Leo chuckled a bit, so thankful Usagi was able to lighten the mood so easily.. He didn't deserve such an amazing boyfriend.. Usagi laid there for a moment, letting them calm back down before turning onto his side, pulling Leo back in. "Are you alright.. Really alright?" Leo nodded, leaning into his hands, "Yeah.. I think so. Much better now actually. I should really think of what I'm gonna say to Dee later.." "You can cross that bridge when you get there. Let's relax for a bit first, why don't you script it with me. Pretend I'm him, what would you say..?" "..Sagi c'mon.." "I'm serious love" He took a deep breath and changed to a more stern expression, and started speaking with a funny voice. Clearly a bad impression of how Donatello sounded. "Why are you mad I did dope science hm? I've only been tracking everything down to your last BM" Leo fake gagged and shook his head in disapprovement. He sighed and took a breath seeing that Usagi wasn't going to stop till he did. "Fine.. Dee. I'm not mad that you made the tech, or for using it correctly. In fact I know how useful it could be, and I'm sure it's com in handy many times. But even you should understand how it can be bad when its the person chipped is unaware? How it violates their privacy how it could be misused? I'm more upset that you didn't tell me, and even actively kept it from me.. Even though you never shut up about your tech- But it's more then just being rude and inconsiderate it's... It's like if you were chipped as a child, unaware until years later, and suddenly felt like the people you were supposed to be close to were actually spying on you behind your back.. Saying who knows what, watching you in your most vulnerable moments, listening in on private conversations that you'd never want another soul to hear because of its importance. Like.. Like everyone was in on some joke that you could never grasp because no one would explain it to you. That shit hurts, and I know you know how that feels.. So I just don't know why someone as smart as you didn't think about how I might feel about it.."

Usagi was quiet for a few moments, trying to think of what to say back. He couldn't just brush that off but he sadly wasn't able to give anything close to what Donnie might say cause he didn't know. Usagi instead nodded a little, resting forehead against Leo's, "That's a very good way of wording it. I think he will be understanding.." Leo smiled a little, "Of course, if he's not we could always eat em-" Leo snorted pushing Usagi back again trying not to laugh, "I can't believe you just said that, my own boyfriend, going after my brother- I call treason!" "I'm joking I'm joking. Besides, he's so lanky, no meat on him at all, he wouldn't be my first pick." "No? Who would it be then? Wait- No, lemme guess. Raph? He's huge! He could feed a village, they'd survive winter off him alone haha" "Actually I would probably pick the orange one. Michelangelo right? He's always eating sweets and very soft. He might not give the most but he'd taste the best.. Well.. Aside from you of course~ But that's a different scenario." Leo rolled his eyes Pulling Usagi back into his arms, "I'm gonna ignore that, but speaking of food.. Do you think any of those pizza survived..?" "I'm not sure, no one seemed to concerned with them in the moment.. Would you like to get something else instead? It's always better to do talking and stressful things after you've had a good meal." Leo nodded a little, wondering what they could get around here.. He perked up after a moment, "There is a place I haven't been to in a while actually, there's this little shop in China Town topside that has this really good soup-" "..Soup? Oh! You mean the place you used to frequent before we started hanging out right? I was a bit curious if it was really good enough that you'd go back so often." Leo sat up and stretched his arms, "It's not yokai but it's pretty damn good. We do have to wear a disguise though.." "Not to worry, I have a cloaking pin. We can let you borrow Hyo's for the night if that'd make things easier, just don't tell him I let you wear it." Leo watched as Usagi sat up with him and reached into his pocket pulling out two metallic looking pins, both shaped the same, gold squares with some sort of curved engraving with a line through it. "Oh wow, I've never worn one before, April's girlfriend has one that was her grandmothers or something." He took the other one handed to him and watched as Usagi put his on as he got off the bed. Leo did the same fastening the pin as he stood up. "So uh.. How do I look?"

Usagi stood there with his mouth hanging open as he looked over his boyfriend, his warm umber toned skin with discolored patches where his markings had been.. The one brown eye and one blue to match his signature color.. And he had hair now too so that was new, dark shoulder length locs with a few in the front bleached blonde that framed his face nicely.. Fuck he was pretty...

"Y-You look.. Uh" He cleared his throat and smiled a bit grabbing one of the hanging masks in his room, "You look handsome, may I do something?" He asked, gesturing to the mask. Leo nodded and stepped closer, letting Usagi's hands cup his face, it felt a bit odd since he was used to his hands having fur on them, but it was still nice. He looked of Usagi now that he had the change, he looked albino.. He leaned in a little closer to get a better look, even his eyelashes were white.. And his eyes were a reddish, pinkish color. Fuck he was cute.. "You look good too, it's a little weird to see you with ears on the side of your head though haha.." "I could say the same to you." "Touché. Oh- Hey where'd that scar come from..? Right here-" He lifted his hand gently running a finger over the discolored mark running from his jawline up to the side of his nose. "It looks pretty old.." Usagi nodded, "It is, I was pretty young when it happened, I thought I was ready to go on missions, I was impulsive and undisciplined. Instead of Hyo coming to my rescue I had to find my own way out, it was an important lesson about why he didn't want me to go yet. He was right to say I wasn't ready. I'd never questioned his calls since." Leo nodded a little and moved his hand back down still resting against his cheek. "Hm.. It's kinda weird I've never seen it before, considering how often I'm this close to your face. Do you have any other scars? I'm kinda curious now.." Usagi blushed a bit, another thing he'd rarely seen from him since his fur covered it. "I might, but they aren't in places that are easy to show right now. Maybe after we eat, when we get into our pajamas it'll be easier." "O-Oh.. You don't have to, I wont pry if it's somewhere embarrassing! I was just wondering, but yeah, we should go eat." He reached over grabbing one of his swords, "We can portal there but since we have these pins do you care if we walk home? I never really got to see the town from the ground.." Usagi chuckled and took Leo's free hand, "I don't mind at all, I'd love to see the city with you~" Leo took the tracker from his pouch and set it on his bed, hidden under the pillow before opening the portal, leaving his swords as he and Usagi walked through, leaving without a word to the others and headed back to Chinatown. They stepped through ending up in the ally Leo used to go through the most often, he knew the way by heart at this point and led Usagi through the small crowds of people towards the dimly lit stall. Still unoccupied by any other customers, which he found strange, but he never questioned it before so why start now. Once he sat down he was greeted by the familiar face of the shops owner and only cook. "What'll it be boys?" He asked with his usual cheery smile. Leo took the menu pointing to his choice and holding up two fingers, which took him a moment to do since he wasn't used to having five fingers. "Oh! It's you isn't it? The guy who used to come here every month or so right? It's good to see you kid, you look good! Not that I saw much of you before haha! Is this a friend of yours? Bringin me some extra business yea? Well I 'ppreciate it, I'll get those bowls for ya in a second. I'm almost done making a fresh batch, you get to try the new recipe, I added a few things, lemme know what you think alright?" Leo nodded and looked back to Usagi, still unable to really believe his boyfriend could be that cute as a human.. Gay panic wasn't even close to describing the wave of flustered anxiety he felt when he met Usagi's eyes... He was down bad for him, no doubt about it..

Part 11 Part 1

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