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keru0 · 11 months
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Stolen Snacks
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Hopefully you guys like the first fic I’ve written in months! Its a Modern!AU where Itto is a school teacher and Gorou likes playing D&D with his friends.
Fandom: Genshin Impact
Ships/Pairings: Lee!Gorou, Ler!Itto (romantic)
Contains: Talks of eating behavior, SFW, Fluff
Word Count: 2075
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Gorou was hungry.
Very hungry. 
He has spent almost the entire day with Kokomi, helping her design her new D&D campaign that she was making for their friend group of the Kamisatos, Thoma, Kujou Sara, and Yoimiya. However, in helping her make the campaign…he may have forgotten to eat, which he realized by a pointed grumble of his stomach as soon as he opened the door to his apartment, shared with his boyfriend, Itto.
Grumble
“Oh…” Gorou said aloud at the realization of his self-neglect. With it only being around 3 in the afternoon, he didn't want to eat a whole meal, knowing that he and Itto would enjoy dinner together later. Toeing off his shoes and putting his jacket on the coat rack, he walked to the kitchen and, opening every cabinet imaginable and finding nothing, he thought to himself, ‘There has to be something…’ 
Gorou always tried to make it a habit to have something available to eat in the apartment, but sometimes both he and Itto just got too busy, and their grocery shopping, or lack-thereof, caught up with them. 
His stomach growled again when, from the corner of his eye, he spotted Itto’s snack cakes, sitting on top of the refrigerator.
Walking towards the box of sweet treats, Gorou’s tail wagged and his ears flicked happily until they both stopped as soon as he looked inside the box, seeing that there was only one left. “...I’m sure he wouldn't mind…right?” He thought out loud. “Nah, he would let me have it…”
And with that thought, Gorou reached into the box, grabbed the plastic-wrapped package of cakes, threw out the box in the recycling, not the trash, and walked over to the couch to unwrap and enjoy his first meal food of the day.
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At 3:30 p.m., Itto came walking through the door, carefully hanging his jacket on the coat rack and slipping out of his dress shoes, he walked over to the couch where Gorou sat. Seeing his boyfriend, Gorou’s tail started immediately wagging, and he asked, “How was work, Itto?” his head tilting to the side with a smile on his face.
“Ah, it was fine. We had a field trip to the local Inazuman museum and I had to try and keep all of the kids together.” With a frown, he softly whispered, “I almost lost one of them…” Itto was a teacher. He decided, ‘Well, I love being around kids so much and making them happy, that’s gotta be the job for me!’ not realizing that having a classroom of upwards of 30 kids is like trying to tame 30 cats. They do what they want and only listen when they know you’re watching.
Hearing about his missing-child scare, Gorou could only laugh in response, thinking about how funny it would have been watching his precious boyfriend scramble around a museum to try and find a 10 year old. 
“Pfft…hahahaha!”
“W-what?! It wasnt funny, Gorou! A kid could have gone missing!”
“Hehehe..r-right…” Gorou tried to hold in his laughter. “Ahand where were they…?”
Itto pouted and looked away. “In the group…I miss-counted…”
At that, Gorou just couldn't hold in his laughter. “Ahahaha! Y-you cohouldn’t count 30 kids! How did you even gehet your degrehehe~!” Gorou teased, now doubling over on the couch in laughter.
Itto pouted and blushed in embarrassment at the comment. “W-whatever! They were all moving around! I’d like to see you try and count 30 moving objects!”
With his laughing fit settling down, Gorou decided that maybe he should apologize just a little. “I’m sorry, babe, I know you can count, I’m just teasing~”
With his blush going away, Itto turned around and headed for the kitchen, wanting to get a snack before their dinner date in a few hours. “Yeah yeah, whatever. I need a snack. I managed to make a reservation as Uyuu restaurant by the way~ I know you love their cak-” 
Itto cut his words short at the discovery of his missing snack cakes. ‘I left them here…’ he thought, looking on top of the fridge. “Gorou…did you eat my last snack cake?” He yelled to Gorou in the living room.
Hearing his words, Gorou’s hairs stood up and he froze in place. Not wanting to get caught, he replied, shouting to his boyfriend. “N-no…you must have eaten it!” Right after he said this, a glimmer caught his eye on the coffee table. ‘The wrapper!’ he thought to himself. Gorou went to quickly swipe the wrapper away so that Itto wouldn’t notice, but his luck was caught short, as Itto walked in as soon as he grabbed it. 
Looking up at his boyfriend, he shyly smiled. “Ehe…h-hi Itto…”
“Hi pup…” Itto replied, smirking to himself. “Watchu got there~?”
“N-nothing…” Gorou replied, a nervous smile still on his face. “Did you decide to hold out until dinner…?” He asked, noting that no snacks had made their way into his boyfriend's clutches.
“Yeah, I can eat more at the restaurant…wanna open your hand, puppy~?” Itto questioned, walking closer to where Gorou sat, cornering him on the sofa.
“N-not really…” Gorou replied, his smile straining as Itto cornered him.
“Well I wanna see!” Itto said as he lunged for Gorou. Gorou squeaked has he rolled onto his stomach, hiding his hand beneath him.
“Oh I don’t think so, puppy~” Itto teased as he straddled Gorou’s hips as ehe hid his hands from him. “Show me!”
“N-noho!” Gorou squeaked, giddiness overtaking him.
“Oh~?” Itto smirked, leaning over his boyfriend to whisper into his ear. “Well I think I can make you show me, pup~” He teased has he softly blew against his dog-boyfriend’s ear while also sliding one of his nails up his side. 
Gorou’s eyes widened before they quickly closed shut as he squeaked and squirmed at the ticklish feelings, a smile growing on his face. “N-nohoho!”
“Yehehes~!” Itto teased, giggling softly as he traced Gorou’s soft sides with his fingernails, slowly dragging them over his shirt up to his ribs and back down. “Come on, pup~ All you gotta do is show me what's in those paws of yours~!” He punctuated his statement with a soft nibble to Gorou’s ear, his ear trying to twitch away.
“Nohohoho! Nohohohot the ehehears! Ihihihitto!” His giggling quickly became laughter as Itto added in “nom-nom” sound effects to his nibbling. He would never admit it, but his tail was also wagging back and forth at the speed of light.
“Ohohohokay! Ohohohokay I’ll show yohohou! Stahahahap!”
Itto quickly stopped his ticklish attack on his boyfriend and leaned back, letting Gorou roll over onto his back as he shamefully looked away and slowly opened his hand. There, staring back at Itto, is what remained of his last snack cake. “Hah! You did eat it!”
“Y-yes, but- W-wait! Nohoho!” Gorou tried to explain himself but was cut short when Itto quickly resumed his tickling.
“I think you deserved to be punished for that, pup. Don’t ya think~?” Itto teased as he quickly began scribbling over Gorou’s tummy with all 10 of his nails. “Tickle tickle tickle~ Who’s a ticklish pup~”
“Ihihitto! C’mohohohon! Knohohock it ohohoff!” Gorou’s laughter doubled as Itto’s sharpened nails found their way under his shirt and to his soft belly, where they quickly discovered his navel, his pointer finger quickly dipping into it and scribbling around the soft skin.
“NOHoHOhO! IHiHIhItTO! LeHEhEhET eE EXpLAHaHahAIn!” Gorou laughed, his face scrunched up as tears of mirth threatened to fall.
Itto smirked and slowed his nails down to a slow and light scratching as he waited for his boyfriend’s explanation. “Okay, go on.”
“Ihi hadn’t eheaten all dahahy, soho when I gohot back thahats the fihihirst thing I fohound and I ahate it! Ihi didn’t thihink you’d be upsehet!”
Itto frowned as his tickling came to a halt. “What? You think I’m mad? I was just teasing you pup.” He scrithced his nails along Gorou’s soft sides, eliciting soft giggles. “But I can ignore that part for now. You hadn’t eaten all day?! Gorou it was 3 p.m. when you texted me that you were home!”
“I’m sorry! Time had just gotten away from me! I was so focused on helping Kokomi with her new campaign that the time just flew by…” 
“Gorou, you know as well as I do that Kokomi neglects her own health too, and that Sara has to basically spoon feed her so she doesn’t starve.” Itto frowned at Gorou, whose ears were folded back in shame. Noticing, Itto quickly went to comfort him. “Hey, its alright. But you need to start taking better care of yourself, baby.” Suddenly, a thought occurred to him, a smirk growing on his face. “Actually, I think I need to teach you to take better care of yourself~” He said as he slid his hands higher into Gorou’s shirt and started poking at his ribs.
“N-noho! Nohohot agahahain!” Gorou laughed, his head thrown back as he laughed freely.
“Mhm. I need to teach you a very important lesson in self-care.” Itto smiled, as he dragged his nails over his boyfriend’s ribs, fluttered them down his sides, and scribbled over his tummy.
“NAHAHAHAHA IHIHIHTTO! STAHAHAHAP YOHOU STUPID OHOHONI!” Gorou laughed as his hands locked around Itto’s arms, not doing anything to stop him as his tail happily wagged back and forth between his legs, brushing up against Itto’s back.
“Nah, I don’t think I will~” Itto teased when he suddenly felt the feeling of a tail brushing against his back. “Ohoho? You enjoying thihis, pup~? Thahat kinda tickles, buhut not as much ahas this~” Itto quickly raised Gorou’s shirt with one hand as he leaned down and began nibbling against the soft skin of his boyfriend’s tummy and sides, making sure to add in those “nom-nom” sound effects for extra effect. “Nom nom nom nom. Your laugh is so cute, Gorou~” He teased.
“NAHAHAHA CMOHOHON! PLEHEHEHEASE NOHOT THAHAHAT! BAHAHABE!” Gorou shreiked as his boyfriend nibbled his sensitive middle, the maddening sensations causing him to go ballistic. His reactions were made worse, however, when Itto decided to release some powerful raspberries on his belly.
Gorou bucked his hips as the burst of air passed through Itto’s lips and onto his stomach, the man yelling out in surprise. “NAHAHAHA AHAHAHAH IHIHIHI- STAHAHAHA- NOHOHOHOHO!” Gorou’s eyes pressed closed as ticklish tears started to travel down his cheeks.
“Just one more thing, puppy~” Itto smiled as he grabbed Gorou’s hips and started massaging his thumbs into the sensitive skin as he positioned his mouth right over his belly button and let loose, blowing raspberry after raspberry onto the ticklish spot. Gorou’s laughter turned silent as more tears streamed down his cheeks and his tail swished back and forth quickly, his hips bucking as the maddeningly ticklish sensations overtook his brain. For Gorou, it seemed like an eternity, but Itto really only did it for a few seconds, and as soon as it started, it stopped. Gorou was left a panting mess, a bright red blush covering his face as he brought his arms up to wipe his tears, cover his face, and groan.
“Sorry…” Itto said. “I didn’t do too much, did I?” HE smiled nervously has he laid down on top of Gorou and carded his fingers through his hair, gently scratching at his ears.
Gorou’s tail wagged and his ears twitched as Itto’s nails gently scratched his ears and scalp, left-over giggles falling out as he spoke. “N-nohoho. Ihihim fihine.” He said, circling his arms around his boyfriend in a hug so they could cuddle.
Itto happily kissed his cheek. “Good. But we really need to talk about you not eating, Gorou. I don’t want you to stop looking after yourself, baby.” He said, worried.
“I-I know… I’ll try to not let it happen as often. I’m sorry.” Gorou closed his eyes, relaxing into his boyfriend’s touches.
“Good. It’s fine, Gorou. You can eat all of the strawberry cake you want when we go to Uyuu Restaurant.” Itto closed his eyes and rested his head on Gorou’s shoulder, nuzzling into his neck.
“Thanks, Itto.”
“Of course, pup.”
“...”
“...”
“...Itto you’re really heavy. Can we switch?”
“But I’m comfy.”
”Fine.”
With contented sighs, the two fell asleep, waking up a few hours later and just narrowly avoiding missing their planned dinner-date.
ADKGFADJADSKFJ this took me 2 hours to plan and write but I LOVE IT! I think it turned out great! Let me know what yall think!
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moonyswoony43 · 8 months
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Fuck me
Chapter One
I had a dream and now i'm writing it and making it better 😊
He slams you against the wall, your back immediately feeling the cold brick texture “FUCK” you cough as all the air in your lungs leave. “Give up” the mandalorian basically growled behind the beskar helmet, his gloved hands firmly wrapped around the neck of your shirt, you pant as the taste of iron filled your mouth as blood gushed from your nose, not to mention you can feel the bruises forming around your side, he definitely broke at least two ribs.
Although you were in a lot of pain you couldn't help but chuckle “now where's the fun in that?” and grab the knife conveniently placed at your side and slash the inside of his thigh, he howls and naturally lets go letting you slip away and start running. 
But It's not long until he’s right behind you again “dammit he’s not one to give up is he?” you grumble under your breath.
You've been going at it for at least an hour now, usually it didn’t take more than 25 minutes before hunters gave up trying to chase you or you had to lose them. But this guy didn’t seem on giving up anytime soon, your guessing they had lifted the bounty price because there’s no way a hunter would care this much right?, who knows how much that desperate old fuck would pay to get his hands on you again. 
You run into a crowd to try and lose him but as you crash and bump into multiple people he has no problem passing through as they make way for a mandalorian. 
Although this is the closest you've ever been to being caught, you weren’t scared 
your cockiness was way too big to let you worry. When you finally got out of the crowd you had entered the small street you knew like the back of your hand. You turn around now running backwards “is the armor slowing you down mando?,” you say in a curious voice, if it was gonna last a while why not make it fun. Of course the mysterious man doesn’t respond. 
you can hear a man in the distance. It was the guy who was always selling his fruits and you remembered how he’d always have three crates of extra fruit against the wall of a building “how about you take it off and show me that pretty face of yours?” You wink and grin as you watch him stutter with his next step after the comment. You turn around and with perfect timing you’re able to hop on top of the crates and jump, pulling yourself up on top of the roof of the building, you turn around to see if he would do the same but to your surprise, he didn’t. He just stared at you from below, his chest falling and rising, “what? You afraid of heights?” You chuckled as you huffed for air, crouching over the edge. Again he didn’t say anything and after a minute he started walking away but not without a limp, most likely from your handy work. And before he was too far away you decide to say one more thing “your ass looks great from this angle” you yell from above and you grin when you see him immediately flip you off from over his shoulder
you begin to walk away but it’s not even your second step when you feel the adrenaline leave your body and feel the pain finally hit you like a fucking train, it was so much that you physically couldn’t hold yourself up anymore so the minute your foot hit the ground your body followed. You hiss “prick”. You groan as you pick yourself up bearing the pain, and grabbing your side and begin to limp. 
You wander through the streets as the suns went down minute by minute, you make sure to take a couple of loops around the city just to be sure no one’s following you. You make your way to a cantina your friend Maria works at, you had met her the day you started running and she took you in like a family member. You see her in the distance as she’s closing the doors “Maria!” recognizing your voice she turns to see you smiling “Hey- HOLY FUCK YOUR NOSE” she immediately drops her bag and keys on the floor and runs towards you instantly cupping your face, you let it happen cringing “that bad?” you ask her, After a minute she lets go, turning back to grab her stuff. “What happened this time?” She said unlocking the door and rushing inside, you followed closely behind “I mean you get into stupid shit all the time but you never come back this bad, are you fighting for money again?” She asked as she walked behind the bar and came back out with a bottle of alcohol and a rag, something you were used to seeing at this point “No, its was a bounty hunter” you sighed as you flopped onto a stool “psh, yeah right what actually happened” she said not believing you for a second “Its true” you reassured her not happy about it, you watch as she pours the alcohol into a cup and dips the rag in it “okay, so your telling me that after a year of successfully out running MULTIPLE of bounty hunters with minor injures all of a sudden your limping in here with a black eye, broken nose, and by the way your holding you side I’m guessing a broken rib or two?” she says bringing the rag up to your nose “he-AH” you hiss when you feel the sting of the alcohol against the damage “oh stop it, your being dramatic” she said unfazed too focused on the injury “he was a- AH- AH OKAY YOUR DOING THAT ON PURPOSE” “WELL IF YOU WOULD STOP MOVING IT WOULDN’T HURT AS MUCH” she yelled annoyed punching your shoulder in a very older sister type of a way, maybe because she was older and after a year and a half of caring for eachother it wouldn’t change anything if you did call her your sister. 
“Wait I thought there werent anymore mandalorians since the great purge?” she said confused. After cleaning up your nose she gave you an ice pack for your eye and had moved on to your ribs wrapping them carefully with bandages “yeah, I thought that too until I was getting my ass beat by one” you told her in annoyance and then there was silence. It wasn’t a weird silence, it was just silence, neither of you break it until “....are they as hot as people say they are?” “M I WAS GETTING MY ASS BEAT” “I’M JUST ASKING”. 
“You got a cigarette?” you ask her as your about to leave “umm, yeah but you buying a new pack cause this is my last one” she digs through her bag and pulls it out “k, thanks” you say as you reach to grab it before she takes it back “promise me the next time I see it’ll be with my cigarettes” she says with the dead serious look on her face, you scoff, but she just raises her eyebrows waiting for a real answer” “fine. I promise” you smile, she gives a skeptical look but gives you it anyway and you snatch before she can take back again, you turn to leave until you feel maria grab your arm firmly and you turn to look at her confused, “Don’t get caught moron,” although she tried to cover it up with the teasing name you could see how worried she really was “-today was too damn close”. You look at her and smile 
“I never get caught”
You continue to walk through the night with a perfectly good cigarette in your hand, it wasn’t until maria crossed the street and turned the corner that you realized you didn’t even have a lighter. As you walk by you come across an older lady selling blankets who conveniently had a candle burning on the stand, kind of a bad idea considering blankets and fire don’t sound like too good of a mix but who were you to judge? You place the cigarette over the fire, eventually lighting it and placing it into your mouth.
You continue walking when you enter into a new street, the entirety of the street was empty, with the dark engulfing it and only a flickering light lit the way “this isn’t creepy at all” you say sarcastically to yourself. You stop when only the butt of your cigarette is left, to your right, was the empty road, and to your left, was a dark alley. You flick the butt on the floor and stomp on it with the heel of your toe, suddenly you feel a fist make contact with the side of your face
 Shit.
the blood had already had time to dry as it covered the left side of your forehead, your head was pounding. You didn’t know whether to blame it on the nasty punch you got or how your head made contact with the rocky ground every two seconds since the bounty hunter had been dragging you around by a rope tied to your wrists like a fucking kid pulling his wagon around, shit you wouldn’t be surprised if the motherfucker started skipping his happy ass to his ship
Everything was still hazy but you knew you had to think fast. Quickly you grabbed the piece of rope pulling you and yanked as hard as you could. This led to the mandalorian stumbling back giving you enough time to move as much as the rope would let you and push him down to the ground, pinning him down with your weight and grabbing the small knife that was sitting in his belt and bringing it up to his neck. “Just let me go'' you said grimacingly behind your teeth, your breath heavy, keeping a firm but shaky hand around the knife against his neck. Sometimes you had to take things seriously, even if it was a killjoy. He, however, was not fazed and instead chuckled and tilted his head “I like this part of you better, less annoying” and before you could do or respond to him you feel a sharp pain to your side “ah- what the fu-” you look to see what it was.
 A needle, he stabbed you with a fucking needle. All of a sudden everything felt fuzzy and light and when you tried to look back at him he had already pushed you off and you didn’t even notice. What the fuck is going on you said to yourself as you watch him pick up the item and put it in a baggy. Your head started pounding horribly, your body couldn’t bear to move but your mind knew you had too, so you began to get up to your feet while he was “distracted”. Getting up was no problem but the second you tried to walk you were met by the hard ground, you continue trying, you could feel his eyes on you as you try horribly to run away, eventually you felt a hand place itself on the small of your back and your arm involuntarily wrap itself around the back of man's neck. “What did you do to me” you said weakly you voice cracking “I didn’t do anything I gave you a sedative, which was supposed to be for my next bounty who was six foot ten” “this feels like the worst high ever” you whine embarrassingly but you couldn’t help it “it's not supposed to be fun”  he said trying to shut you up “dick”.
As you continued to walk the bad part of the drug seemed to be wearing off already only leaving the feeling fuzziness “so much for beating a giant with this thing, this shit wears off fast” he doesn’t say anything your mind began to wonder “wait…are you telling me you used what seemed to be a very important sedative on a guy an inch taller than you? Was I that intimidating to you mando?” you look at him with a stupid smile plastered on you face “no you were getting annoying and I had no other choice” “I meaannn I was already in bad shape and too tense to focus plus my hands tied you could’ve easily- ” you don’t finish when he lets go of you and your immediately back on floor this time against a tree. You watch in the dark as Mando walks over to a specific tree and picks something up from behind it but before you could see what it was it all started again, the dizziness, the pounding headaches, the fuzzy eyesight. You groan, dropping your head against the tree and bring the balls of your palms and place them against your eyes. “It comes in waves” he says, “what?” you say not paying attention, You open your eyes to see him look down at you with what seemed to be a green blob? It was hard to see since the was one of the systems  “the sedative, its comes in waves” you drop your head and whine
 “fuck me”
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herraretales · 7 months
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A little bittersweet
I had a bit of back pain not too long ago. I went to urgent care and had some x-rays taken and the technician, in all their kindness, asks if there’s any chance that I’m pregnant. For a few seconds I don’t know what to say.
“No, but maybe one day in twenty years when the technology’s available.”
“No, but thank you for thinking that’s something that could happen to me.”
“No, we just don’t have the time, money, resources, biological abilities, etc.”
“No, not in this world we live in.”
For a few seconds the world stands still, I pass, this should be nice, this should feel nice, and it did. It doesn’t make me less of a woman for not being able to do that, there’s plenty of cis women who can’t. I know this, and yet there’s still part of me that wishes that a question like that shouldn’t be so hard to answer. That I could leave it at “No” and not feel like it’s some massive mountain I can look at from where I’m standing, but never climb.
Anyway, what I’m trying to say is it’s a little bittersweet. The back pain’s almost gone, but it’s been two weeks and I’m still thinking about the X-ray tech.
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thenightling · 2 years
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Something disturbing about Madoc’s scratch in the Calliope story.  Based on the laws of magick, a bound entity has to obey (like a genie in a lamp). So that means once he was scratched he probably told her to stop and she had to stop resisting.  Notice how he's never marked up again.
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coffeecat1983 · 1 month
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Mario Bros: Thanks for Everything preview.
Thirteen years ago, two worlds became forever intertwined, changing the lives of those involved.
Ten years ago, a princess said 'yes', and the hero of a kingdom became a husband, and a king.
Eight years ago, a little prince was born. His parents named him after a dear friend.
Four years ago, the prince was joined by a sister, a little princess who was given the name of her paternal great-grandmother.
Ten months ago, a family member of the king's began feeling ill, and it was brushed off as 'just a headache'.
Eight months ago, and the king and his brother received urgent news. Arthur had found Tony collapsed on the living room floor, rivulets of blood pooling on the rug from a nosebleed. The brain tumor from thirteen years ago had returned. Doctors deemed it inoperable, the cancer it had brought with this time sweeping through Tony's body and wrapping down his spine before spreading even further, making treatment nearly impossible.
Five Weeks Ago...
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anna-hawk · 1 year
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⚠️⚠️⚠️ This is all for fun but I feel like I need to highlight that some of the choices contain canon typical possibilities aka getting bitten or worse. So please make sure that you're okay with that before you choose. Also, beware your favorite food 😛.
Hit “keep reading” to see what happens.
🍔 You stay the night, huddled together and safely get out the next day
🍕You stay the night but get into an argument before getting out safely the next day
🥞 You immediately get into an argument until he storms out and gets bitten
🍟 You stay the night and Shane kisses you for the first time. You get out safely the next day
🍩 You stay the night and decide to hook up and get out safely the next day
🍿You risk fighting the walkers instead of staying and get out safely
🥐 You risk fighting the walkers instead of staying but neither of you makes it
🍰 It was all a bad dream, zombies don't exist and you're lying in bed with Shane
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firestorm1991 · 1 year
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This HxB story is more of a darker fic that involves elements of physical trauma, emotional recovery, and PTSD. Read at your own discretion.
You can also read it on AO3
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anti-subtle-b · 1 year
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“Somewhere there had to be a happy medium between treated as a terrifying murder machine and being infantilized.”
-Rogue Protocol, Martha Wells
I think about this line a lot.  The Murderbot Diaries series leans well into critiques of Ableism, and I think about the books in reference to disability a lot.
Ableism hands out the ‘baby’ and ‘dangerous’ labels left and right. I think about the perception of things like DID, amputations, anxiety, and depression. Sometimes both blankets get laid on at once. The idea of ‘depressed school shooters’ on one hand the ‘how to care for a sad person’ comic. It’s embedded in the culture (at least in the USA).
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I have spent just the smallest amount of time talking with diagnosed autistics (and with self dxed and un-dxed folks) and seen their critiques on media about autism they make this really hit home. It’s PERVASIVE.
In the hated film Mus1c by S1A there is a throughline of her main character, Music, being childlike, but when she has meltdowns she’s dangerous. This same rhetoric is used by Autism Spe@ks, that autism will destroy marriages and peace and is actively trying to get you, that autistic people are missing something that needs to be found so they can be whole. When I tell you I WANTED to like Love on the Spectrum-- but it played deeply into ‘autistics are missing something, they need help, they’re childlike’ and it infantilized it’s cast-- I am saying it with desperation.
It is so cathartic for me to see this put so plainly into words by a character that is approachable to people who both are and aren’t autistic. These SHOULDN’T be the only perceptions of disabled folks! Because we are people-- multifaced, individual, just as dangerous and childlike as the rest of the population.
Some of us need more support. Some of us need more care. But we are all individuals, and these blankets are smothering.
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aries-007 · 8 months
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I just remembered something that happened at my boyfriend's (now fiancé) high school grad party. Keep in mind this was several years ago and I don't remember everything.
Basically I was sitting at a table with my mom and three (3) of her mom friends. I've known these women practically all my life. At this point my mom had wandered off to do something (I really don't remember what) and it was just me and these other ladies.
For a bit of background;
We know these ladies cus I went to school with their kids (from elementary thru high school) and we would play together sometimes. They all have kids that are close to my age as well as kids who are still in elementary school.
Now for the story. Basically I was sitting there eating my pizza and listening to whatever they were saying (not too uncommon for me, I normally stay quiet unless I've got something to add to the conversation). At some point they started talking about some drama at the elementary their kids go to (and that I went to). Essentially, there was a girl in the same class as their kids who seemed to be being bullied.
I don't remember all they said was going on with her, but one of the things was that some nasty stuff was being written about her on the bathroom stalls. Stuff like "[girl] is ugly" and "[girl] should just kill herself" and "[girl] should die". (Keep in mind, this girl would've been 10-12 years old at this point)
(I had considered adding my two cents about mental health and how this was awful but decided I didn't need to, as at least two of the moms have a kid with mental health issues and who was bullied in elementary.)
Apparently the girl had •issues• and at some point one mom said she wouldn't be surprised if the girl was writing these things herself for attention. The other moms agreed, and they kind of started dissing her?
I knew I needed to put in my two cents now, but a different two cents than the original. At the next pause in conversation, I said something similar to the following:
I know I don't know the whole story, but if what you're telling me is actually what's happening and this girl is doing this herself there certainly are problems. If she is the one writing these things, it sounds to me more like a cry for help than a cry for attention. But even if she is doing this for attention, there's still something incredibly wrong. I hope she gets whatever help she needs.
I went on to explain some mental health stuff and my reasonings.
Basically I scolded the parents for 5 minutes and continued trying to emphasize "hey this isn't a good thing" for the next 10 minutes.
I think at some point I pointed out "what if this was your kid who was doing this?"
I just hope the kid got the help she needed and that she's doing alright now.
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Have y'all ever been watching a really great tv series and then out of nowhere they kill off your favorite character? Well that just happened to me 😭
The series in question is Chicago Fire, an American TV series about the daily lives and struggles of the firefighters of Firehouse 51. It's a great series full of action, drama, and romance.
This character had been part of the series since season 1, episode 1 and they BRUTALLY MURDERED him in season 8, episode 1. That's 154 episodes of watching this beloved character. I cried for at least 20 minutes.
He was funny, adorable, lovable, nerdy, and just all around a great guy. He had a firehouse nickname that was used so much, I'd forget what his actual name was. And he always wore these knit sweaters. If he was real I would have dated him. Seriously.
Y'all, I'm devastated. I didn't think losing a fictional character could be so heartbreaking. I've never been this affected before. It's like I lost a real person. And the way he died was just awful.
It was a 3-alarm structure fire at a mattress factory. Squad had been working to open a door to trapped workers, engine had been working on quenching a boiler that was about to explode, and truck has just suffered a collapse on the second floor. After squad got the reinforced door open, they all ran and dove in to escape the explosion. All... except this character. He dove, but didn't make it in time.
They didn't find him until after the fire was out and they came out of the room. His mask was melted to his face and the fire burned through his turnout gear. He was still alive and went to the hospital, where he eventually succumbed to his injuries and died. His best friend was there in his last moments and cried at his bedside.
😭😭😭
The actor didn't even want to leave the show. It was a decision made by the showrunner and producer to "remind people how dangerous the job is and that not everyone goes home". They killed him because they thought he was very loved and it would make the most impact. Well it worked. I'm impacted. And hurt. And devastated. The show is not the same without him 😞
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pbandjklmnop · 1 year
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13 Reasons Why: A Post-Mortem Analysis
Trigger warning: Reference to suicide, mental illness/emotional health, and assault.
Would anyone who is/was in the 13 Reasons Why fandom be interested in helping me with a script/talking points for a YouTube video? I'm looking to see various people's opinions on the book, the Netflix show, and any other connected media. I would like to have an anonymous poll so people can share what they think the show did right and wrong, why that is, and if the show impacted your view/knowledge of mental/emotional health at all.
Since the show has been off the air for about 1 or 2 years, I think enough time has passed to look back on it and assess it with a new lens. I know that YouTube is full of these analysis videos but it's something I've been thinking about a lot. (I will also be sure to actually follow the guidelines that licensed, knowledgeable experts suggest about discussing these issues. Ya know, instead of hiring them for their expertise and then ignoring it the way the 13RW production team did.) If anyone is interested, please comment or DM me for details!
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keru0 · 10 months
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A Lighter Sentence
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This kind of writing is a bit new for me as its quite more on the hard-core side of tickling, and I don’t really have any experience with it. That being said, I do love me some more hard-core tickles from time to time, so I thought eh why not try it out! Again, this is a bit on the rougher side and contains some bondage, so if thats not your forte, totally understandable, just wanted to give yall the heads up! ^^
Fandom: Genshin Impact
Ships/Pairings: Lee!Itto, Ler!Heizou (platonic/romantic)
Contains: Bondage, Rough/Sadistic Tickling, Feet Tickling, SFW, Fluff
Word Count: 2616
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"So uhh...are you gonna tell me why I'm in this chair thing, detective? Oooor are you just gonna stand there...?" Itto is currently in the interrogation room of Shikanoin Heizou’s detective building, sitting in a...chair-like object, his wrists strapped beside his head, exposing his armpits and sides, with his legs out in front of him, bent slightly upwards, his feet resting in a pair of locked stocks.
Surprisingly, there was no one in the building, most the guards off patrolling 
How did Arataki "Numero Uno" Itto find himself in this position? Well, a few days ago he saw a group of kids out on the street. He had asked them what they were doing when they said that they were homeless and were quite hungry. Itto, being the great oni-samaritan that he is...stole some food from a food vendor to give to them.
"They were hungry! What should I have just let them starve?!" He had said to Heizou, the main detective who was put on the case and also a close friend of Itto's.
"No," Heizou had said, "but you didn't have to steal. You could have, y'know, asked the vendor for food for the kids? Or told the shogunate?"
"W-well...that would have taken longer!" Itto had argued.
It continued like this for quite some time, and the original sentence was 60 days of jail time. However, Heizou was able to bump it down to...two hours in the chair that Itto is currently sitting in...or so that's what he was about to tell Itto.
You see, Heizou actually managed to get him completely out of a sentence, saying that he was just trying to help out, and he even managed to convince the shogunate to start handing out free food to those in need. Even so, he still thought Itto needed a little harmless punishment for his crime.
"Well, Itto," Heizou started, "you're sentence for stealing was originally 60 days in jail."
"W-what!? Sixty days?! A-are you sure? I-" Itto panicked. Obviously, he had been in jail before, being quite the troublemaker, but he has never spent longer than a few days because either Heizou or Kuki had helped to get him out. But 60 days? That was frightening for the oni.
Itto was then cut off by Heizou, "Calm down, Itto. You're lucky that I'm close to you because I was able to get you a lighter sentence." Heizou put on a smirk and walked up to Itto's side.
"A lighter sentence? Psh what, so I just have to sit in this chair for a bit- AH!" Itto was suddenly cut short by a ticklish jab into his exposed side, his body flinching in the opposite direction of the ticklish feeling.
"No," Heizou said, rolling his eyes. "This is your sentence." Heizou tried to make his point by lightly scribbling his nails against Itto's side.
Squirming away from Heizou's hand, Itto tried to make sense of what he said, when it finally clicked. "W-whahahat!? Wahahahahait! C'mohohohon! Nohohoho! That's not fahahahahair!"
"Oh I think it's perfectly fair, Itto. Unless you want 60 days in jail?" Heizou quirked his head at Itto, his fingers traveling up to his armpit.
"Nohohohoho! Buhuhut nohohohot tickling! Plehehehease! Ihihihit’s so embahaharassing!" Itto giggled, the tickling already starting to break him down.
Heizou mockingly gasped and teased the oni, "No tickling? But if you didn't want anyone to tickle you then why in Teyvat would you wear that outfit, hm? I mean, just look at it! Your armpits are exposed, as are your ribs...abs...sides...hips..." Heizou moved his fingers to tickle each spot as he said it, tracing his ribs, poking his abs, lightly scribbling his sides, and wiggling his finger in Itto's navel.
"ACK! NOHOHOHO! STOHOHohohop that! EEK!" Itto screeched as Heizou lightly wiggled his finger into his navel. Itto tried to back away from the evil hand tickling it, but his bindings held him right in place, tears starting to form at the corners of the oni's eyes. "NOHOHOHOT THEHEHERE! MOVE! PLEASE MOHOHOHOVE!"
"Okay," the detective sighed. "I suppose I can go somewhere else..." Heizou smirked as he made his way down the chair and suddenly latched onto Itto’s thighs, clawing into the sensitive flesh.
“NOHOHOHOHO STAHAHahap it!” Itto shrieked, followed by a short chuckle by the detective before he kept moving down the chair, stopping in front of Itto's feet.
"W-wait! Not there! Please, not there Heizou!" Itto pleaded as Heizou removed the geta he wore, though the detective kept his stirrups on...for now.
"Not where? Here?" Heizou teased, running a finger up Itto's sole, from his heel to his toes.
Itto's leg shook violently, the stocks keeping his feet where they were. "NOHOHO! Please! Please don't!"
"Please don't what, Itto?" Heizou smirked, knowing that the oni wasn't the smartest and that there was almost a 100% chance that he'd fall for it.
"Tickle my feet! WAIT-" Itto was cut of by his own laughter, Heizou raking his nails down both of the oni's large feet. Itto's feet shook in the stocks, constantly moving back and forth to try and evade the devilishly ticklish feeling on his soles to no avail, Heizou's fingers always following right behind.
"My, my, my Itto. What big feet you have!" Heizou teased. "So much room to tickle!" He teased as Itto shook his head back and forth, tears starting to fall onto his cheeks from the brutally ticklish onslaught on his feet.
"STAHAHAHAP! PLEHEHEHESE! HAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHO MOHOHORE!" Itto laughed out.
"I don't think so, Itto. I was able to get your sentence down to only two hours in this chair, and it hasn’t even been 10 minutes! Not to mention, I really haven't even done anything~" Heizou laughed out, still raking down Itto's feet.
"NOHOHOHOHO! I- I CAHAHAHANT!" Itto yelled, the tickling starting to become too much for him. To the poor oni being mercilessly tickled right now, 60 days in jail seemed like heaven. Had he known that this is what the detective got his sentence down to, he would have plead for the jail time. "PLEHEHEHEASE! HEIZOHOHOHOU! BREHEHEHEAK! I NEHEHED A BREHEHEAK!"
Slowing down his motions, Heizou's tickling slowly came to a stop, the detective sighing, "Alright, fine. I'll give you a small break. But just know that it's going to get worse~" With that, Heizou retreated from Itto's feet, walking up beside him and then climbing on his legs to straddle his lap, facing him.
"U-Uhm...hehe...w-what are ya doing, detective?" Itto laughed nervously, blushing in the process. Normally for Itto, he would let any of his friends sit in his lap - it was no big deal! But with his current predicament, Itto could only stutter and blush, knowing what was probably coming.
"I'm just getting comfy~ Is that okay, or would you like me to move?" Heizou asked with a smirk.
"N-no, no! This is fine! I wouldn't be upset over a little dude like you sitting in my LahaHAHAP WHAHAHAHA?" Itto was suddenly flown into a fit of laughter as Heizou dug his fingers into Itto's flanks, massaging the soft skin. "NOHOHOHOHO! AHAHAHAHAHA!" Itto tried to flail as much as he could, but he could barely move an inch with the detective's body on top of him.
"What's the matter, Itto? Feeling ticklish?" Heizou teased, lightening his touch to quickly flutter his nails over Itto's sides, scratching beside his bellybutton, going to where his sides met his back, which got the oni screaming, and back to their original position. He repeated this motion for quite a while, Itto losing his mind with every passing second.
"COHOHOHOME OHOHOHON! I DONT DESEHEHEHERVE THIHIHIS! I WAHAHAS HELPIHIHING!" Itto cried out, desperate for the assault on his sides to end.
Heizou stopped his hands as he looked at Itto’s horns, granting him a small break. Seeing where his vision was focused, Itto started begging. “Where are you…w-wait, Heizou please not there! Not my horns, c’mon little dude!”
Heizou scoffed at the nickname. “Little dude? Oh you are so getting it now.” He smirked as he started to gently glide his fingers around the base of the oni’s horns, where his scalp met the hard material.
Äs soon as Heizou’s fingertips landed on the sensitive skin, Itto let out cute giggles, trying to keep still so he didn’t accidentally hurt the detective with one of his sharp horns. “Eheheheheh nohohoho! Stahahahap it! You’re soho mehehean!”
Smirking at the oni’s outburst, Heizou slowed his fingers to a stop, wiping away the tears on Itto’s cheeks, deciding to be merciful and give him a break before what was coming.
"Well," Heizou sighed, reaching down on his uniform to take off a tassel. "I suppose I haven't used any tools yet..." He smirked teasingly as he looked Itto in the eye, lowering the tassel on Itto's stomach, swirling it into and around his navel.
"T-tools?! Detective come on! Haven’t I suffered enohohohough! Nohohohoho! Whyhyhyhy?” Itto cackled as the tassel made its way into his navel, his upper body trying to thrash, unable to because of the weight that was the detective's body keeping it down.
“Why?” Heizou questioned. “Well, who wouldn’t want to tickle a big, handsome oni like yourself, hm?” Heizou smirked as he teased the oni, a blush now prominent on his face from the teasing.
Itto knew Heizou was flirty – he was flirty with almost everyone! But being in his current predicament, the flirting and teasing was making it so much worse. Itto’s face scrunched up with embarrassment as he laughed. “Stahahap teheheasing me!”
“Oh, but I’m not teasing you, Itto~ You are very handsome. I mean,” he moved the tassel to flutter over his abs, “just look at these abs~”
“Nahahahaha!” Itto giggled.
Heizou stopped his attack with the tassel and turned around so his back was now facing the oni. He placed it between Itto’s feet before striking, digging his hands into Itto’s thighs.
“NOHOHOHO! NAHAHAHAHAT THAHAHAT! HEHEHEIZOU! AHAHAHAHAHA!” Itto screamed at the maddening sensations, the hands squeezing and kneading the muscles of his thighs making him fall into helpless laughter.
Heizou giggled as he moved his hands to his knees, squeezing the kneecaps and even fluttering his fingers under them.
Though his knees weren’t that ticklish, it was still enough to make him giggle slightly, acting as a small break. “Ehehehe!”
Heizou finally stopped his assault and got off of the oni’s lap, leaving Itto a panting mess as he went back to his feet and took a box out from under the chair and opened it after slipping Itto’s stirrups off his soles. From the box, he took out some twine and looped it around Itto’s big toes, tying them back to hooks that were on top of the stocks, making it so that Itto could no longer scrunch his toes or move his feet side to side.
“What are you doing now?” Itto whined, hoping that this punishment was coming to a close.
“Oh, don’t worry, Mr. Arataki,” Heizou smirked once again, pulling out a bottle of oil from the box and massaging it into the oni’s soles. “I’m just trying out a technique I thought of.”
At the feeling of the oil being massaged into his soles, Itto closed his eyes and let out a soft moan, the massage feeling much better than what he was going through a few minutes ago. “Mmm…that feels nice…”
“I wouldn’t get too comfortable,” Heizou pulled out a hairbrush from the box, “it’s about to get much worse~”
Itto went from being in a state of bliss to manic in less than a second, his eyes flying open as soon as the plastic bristles of the hairbrush started moving on his oiled soles. “WHAHAHAHAHAT IHIHIHIS THAHAHAHAHAT?! NAHAHAHAHA- STAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOHO!” Itto’s laughter was hysterical as soon as it started, tears starting to brim at the corners of his eyes at the maddening sensations on his feet, the bristles of the hairbrush moving up and down on his oversensitized feet, from his heels to his toes, over and over again, making Itto laugh helplessly.
“It's a hairbrush, Itto. I thought it could come in handy for this little excursion, and I guess I was right! Wow, it looks like it's driving you wild, yeah~?” Heizou teased, continuing to rake the bristles over his soles like he was trying to scrub a stain from a carpet. Smirking, the detective also kept up his teasing, “C’mon, laugh for me! Your laugh is just so adorable~”
Itto just couldn’t take it anymore. The ticklish feeling was driving him insane, hot tears of mirth freely flowing down his cheeks, his eyes shut tightly as he tried, and failed, to hold in his laughter. What was even worse was that damned detectives teasing. It’s like he was trying to kill Itto with embarrassment. “MmmmmphahAhAHaHAHA! NoHOhOHO MOHOHORE! NAHaHAHAhAHaHA!”
Heizou, almost satisfied and now wanting to draw this show to a close, used his vision to create little wind gusts that kept the hairbrush scrubbing over Itto’s soles as he moved up to once again straddle his lap, giggling evilly as grabbed the oni’s waist and began massaging his thumbs and fingers into his hips.
“FUHUHUHUHUCK! NAHAHAHAH- STAHAHAHAHA- GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Itto  tried to uselessly buck his hips and curl his toes, the detective's body and the string preventing him from doing so. He though that what Heizou did before was bad, bu this was so much worse. It felt like all of the nerves on his feet and hips were electrifying him, forcing him to laugh while having no way to lessen the sensations. The hairbrush felt like it was scrubbing over every nerve-ending on his feet, drawing the laughter out of him like it was nothing. Heizou’s fingers were no better – every squeeze and rub from his fingers made him buck uselessly, trying to get away from what was causing his spastic laughter. Around 30 seconds into the torment, Itto’s laughter went silent, only forced wheezes making their way out.
At this, Heizou decided that enough was enough, and decided to stop Itto’s “punishment.”  “Okay,” he smirked, stopping his tickling, “I think you’ve learned your lesson, right?”
Itto could only pant and stare at the ceiling, trying his best to respond to the detective as he drew in much-needed oxygen. “I-its been…two hours…already…?”
“O-oh…um, well,” Heizou started, not knowing how well Itto would take the news that he never actually got this sentence and that it was all Heizou’s doing. “You never actually needed the two hours…” he grinned nervously as he started undoing the restraints on Itto’s wrists, freeing them as he got off of his lap and moved down to the stocks. “I made it up! You never actually needed to be in this chair…I got your actual sentence down to a warning…but I couldn’t just let you go, you needed some type of punishment!” He laughed nervously as he unlocked the stocks, allowing Itto to slide his feet free. “I just chose this because I thought it would be fun…”
“Detective?” Itto said mischievously, starting to sit up and collect himself, putting his stirrups and geta back on. 
“Y-yes, Itto…?” Heizou replied nervously, slowly backing away as a nervous smile painted his face.
“You are gonna get it so much worse. I'll give you ten seconds. Run.” Itto smirked, a playfully mischievous appearance taking over.
“W-what?”
“Ten. Nine.”
With that, Heizou darted out of the room as fast as he could, leaving Itto to chuckle to himself, saying out loud, “That little dude is gonna be in so much trouble when I catch him.”
AHHHH this was actually kind of fin to write??? It was such a change of pace from the usual fluff I write, and even though this was still kind of fluffy, I really got to have some fun with writing restraints and reactions with this one. Let me know how yall liked it!! ^^
Also sidenote, after writing this fic…I realized I actually really like this pairing surprisingly??? They’re both just so teasy and flirty, I think it’s a cute dynamic!
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headbuds · 11 months
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It feels weird doing anything as a system because there's always someone else watching. Hell, even maybe multiple someones.
- Adam, Jonah, Tommy (p)
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graveday · 2 years
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It was a silent dinner,
Just the sound of forks scraping plates.
A shaking hand held tumbling rice mountain,
The owner has a violent tongue.
Acid spewed at family,
So the food is barely chewed.
A sickness rises in his throat as he tries to explain his points,
To be mocked and demeaned as ever.
He regrets it.
It was all truth in that moment,
But the honesty is more wounding than the lies.
I, he, shouldn't eat with his family.
It twists his stomach in fear,
Poisoned thought leach through is brain down to his mouth.
It would be better to eat his tongue,
His words a delicacy alone.
Tears misted his eyes before the table,
But after it they slid down his throat.
There's no respite from family,
No friends nor freedom.
He's all alone.
Yet the isolation is love,
And the darkness more a home.
Perhaps a poisoned plate would have been a better way to go.
Yet tomorrow persists,
Another dinner is to be had.
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Dick: You don’t want Tim to die
Dick: And I don’t want Tim to die
Dick: Now we just gotta make sure Tim doesn’t want Tim to die
Bruce: Fantastic plan but have you met Tim
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coffeecat1983 · 10 months
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Down the Road pt 9 (finale) (Mario Movie Fanfic)
(Warning for triggers, underage drinking and thoughts of self harm)
"So anyway, I sat there and downed what I could stomach of the bottle, making sure to have enough braincells to hide it in the neighbor's trashcan before going inside. I didn't get drunk because of my date, I did it because had something else in mind. If you hadn't left the chair out, I hadn't tripped and woke you up, and we talked like we did... I would have made a very, very bad decision."
He was startled as Arthur lunged, embracing him. He was trembling violently.
It wasn't just the sound of Tony entering that woke him, it was a nightmare. He was standing beside his brother's bed, shaking his shoulder, trying to wake him. Something kept telling him to pull back the covers but every time he tried, his blood ran cold and he couldn't do it. He didn't want to see what was hidden there. All he could manage was to keep begging his twin to wake up. That feeling of him in the back of his mind, that connected sensation they always shared, was gone.
"Art? Hey, it's okay," Tony gently rubbed his back. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you so bad."
"I knew." Arthur choked out. "I knew something was wrong that night." He buried his face against Tony's shoulder. They held onto each other for a moment, both lost in thoughts of memories and everything that had happened the past few days. "I don't say it very much, but I'd be lost without you." Arthur said. "And I'd be dead without you." Arthur sat back with a shaky sigh. "You um, you think the kid'll be okay?" Tony gave a nod. "Yeah, I don't know if he'll ever trust Giovanni again, but he's got some good support behind him." "That's a relief. I can't wait to find out his type, this is gonna be fun. Speaking of what's your type?" he asked, eyebrow raised. "Like I'd tell you that!" Tony said, smacking him with the pillow again. Arthur ducked, laughing. "You gotta tell me sooner or later!" "No, I don't! Now get to bed, you idiot." Tony said with affection.
Two weeks later…
Tony lounged on one of the roof benches, taking in the evening air. He heard the rooftop door open, and soft footsteps. "Uncle Tony?" came Luigi's voice. Tony sat up, giving his nephew a warm smile. "Hey kiddo, have a seat." Luigi sat next to him and Tony noticed he was fidgeting a little. "How are things?" he asked. "G-Good," Luigi said. He turned a light pink. "I um, I have a date this Friday." Tony grinned and ruffled his hair. "Hey! Look at you, mister hot stuff! With the guy you were talkin' with?" Luigi ran his fingers through his hair to fix it and nodded. "Uh huh, he likes building models too, so we're going to that new hobby shop that opened up, and then maybe to that little cafe that's nearby." Tony put his arm around Luigi's shoulders. "Proud of you, kid, real proud. I imagine your bro is driving you nuts about it?" Luigi buried his face in his hands. "You have no idea!" he groaned, making Tony burst into laughter. "Hey that's what bros do! But jokes aside, I hope you have a great time." "Thanks. And Uncle Tony?" "Yeah-oof!" Tony was caught off guard as Luigi grabbed him in a tight hug. When he spoke, his voice was muffed as he pressed his face against Tony's shoulder. "Thanks for everything." Tony returned the hug. "Always, Luigi, always."
END. By "CC"
(OH MY GAWD IT'S DONE! I loved writing this one, it came out of NOWHERE!) Thanks for reading! Available in long format, 4 parts, on Ao3 under CoffeeCat1983. See you there!
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