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βAnd yet, strangely, Americans are probably reading more words than ever before. What has changed is what they read, and how. People are bombarded with emails, text messages, X posts, Reddit threads, Instagram captions. This explosion of textual fragments has come at the expense of devoting sustained attention to longer written works that convey rich and complicated information. Maryanne Wolf, a cognitive neuroscientist at UCLA, argues that people are losing the ability to think deeply about writing. That doesnβt mean they are forgetting how to decode individual words. Rather, they are losing the higher-order abilities of comprehension and synthesis. America, in other words, isnβt illiterate. Itβs postliterate.β
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warnings: mild language, grief, trauma of losing loved one(s), kidnapping. lowercase on purpose; sort of mentions of y/n liking/disliking something (just in case people don't like that), dystopian-ish. Not proofread.
lazuli's a/n: a fanfic started on just a whim... Probably just a oneshot. Made this one kinda depressing but also comforting. Also debut so kinda nervous!
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y/n wandered the streets of her city after school, the darkness and loneliness seeping her as usual. She never could shake them off, and instead treated them as companions. A shuffle of feet behind her made her pause, turning around.
"y/n, what are you doing here?" a man - or boy - with a grey hoodie that overshadowed his face said.
"who are you?" y/n said, trying to keep her composure. βkeep off - I've got a knife.β
The mysterious person chuckled, then took off his hood. "it's sean. from school?" he said nervously. βdon't tell anyone i was here, but what are you doing?β
So, it just had to be seonghyeon - her school's favorite boy. y/n loosened, but only slightly. βfinding a good secluded spot. you shouldn't be here, it's not a good neighborhood for someone- someone like you.β
"i should say the same of you," sean said. βgo home. have a good meal, take a shower - you always tell other people that. what about yourself?β
y/n stiffened. βi-i.. it doesn't apply to me, i'm not worth it. i should ask, how do you know so much about me?β
sean sighed. βto be honest, i've always had my eyes on you. i'm worried one day you'll be walking around, like today, and then you'll be... kidnapped.β
"no... not like my siblings..." y/n muttered... βsean, you should go.β
"not until you're safe," sean said. βlisten, i know what people around school say about you, but i still came. you know why?β
βfine, i'll bite. why?β
βbecause i believe they're wrong. you were an innocent bystander. you have feelings, unlike whoever passes those rumors.β
y/n teared up. he sounded a lot like her only friend, who had been kidnapped in front of her. βwhat do you want me to do?β
"nothing. just come with me," sean replied. βand if you need someone to talk to, i'm always there for you.β
--~*~--
y/n woke up screaming. she'd dreamt sean had gotten kidnapped, too, along with her, and they were about to- she didn't want to think about it. Looking around, she gathered her surroundings. Not a dingy abandoned garage with a leaky roof, or in a narrow gutter, or a cramped trash can.
No, the sight was unfamiliar. A hand on her should and a voice startled her. "are you okay, y/n?" it said kindly.
y/n knew it was seonghyeon immediately. No one alive so far had been so kind to her. βWhere... am i?β
"At my house," sean replied. βIt took us hours to get here. I explained what happened to my parents, they set up a sleeping bag and reprimanded me for going into a dark destrict, but made food. You slept and woke up screaming. You don't remember.β
"not really," y/n said. "gee, thanks." It was meant to come out sarcastic, but it just sounded tired and entirely grateful. She tried to sit up, but her muscles gave out immediately and she slumped against sean.
"I mean it, seonghyeon," y/n said. "thanks." And she went back to sleep.
sean smiled, then put y/n fully on the sleeping bag. After just sitting there and not knowing what to do, he kissed her forehead, then muttered something.
just then, somewhere in her sleep, y/n heard something. βI hope you chase your dreams and have a better future. You'll have a new life here. I love you.β
synopsis; two weeks later, a midnight visit from juhoon blurs the lines between you even further.
tags; brothersbestfriend!juhoon x f!reader martin as your older brother fluff juhoon being the cutie he is >_< 1.1k words
notes; @prollynotmegng as requested: part 2 of 'off limits'! i might love this even more than part 1 hihi. for all of my freckled cuties <3 likes & reblogs are encouraged !!
βΆ part 1
it had been two weeks since that night in the kitchen, and things had been weirdly quiet. you and juhoon had barely spoken a word to each other. whenever martin was around, juhoon went right back to his calm, distant self, acting like nothing had changed. but every time your eyes accidentally met across a room, the air still felt thick.
it was around midnight now. martin had been completely knocked out in his room for an hour, leaving the rest of the house in total silence.
you were just spending time in your room, sitting on your bed in your pyjamas, when you heard a sound. it was a sound so quiet you almost missed itβthree tiny, hesitant knocks on your bedroom door.
your heart skipped a beat. you walked over and opened it, freezing when you saw who was standing there.
juhoon.
he looked completely different tonight. his usual styled hair was totally messy, falling into loose, slightly curly strands over his forehead. his oversized t-shirt looked wrinkled, and he had this restless, tired look in his eyes, like heβd been tossing and turning in his bed for hours, unable to stop thinking.
"hey," he whispered, his voice incredibly soft in the quiet hallway. "can i come in?"
you just nodded, stepping aside. he quietly closed the door behind him, the small space of your bedroom suddenly feeling a lot smaller with him in it. the energy between you two instantly shifted, but it wasn't sharp like last time. it was soft, quiet, and sweet.
"i couldn't sleep," juhoon muttered, rubbing the back of his neck as he walked over to your bed. he didn't wait for an invite; he just sat down on the edge of the mattress, looking up at you.
you walked over and sat down next to him, tucking your legs under yourself. "too much on your mind?"
"yeah," he said, his eyes locking onto yours. a tiny, rare smile touched his lips. "something like that."
the conversation stayed light and quiet as you talked about random things, both of you speaking in low whispers so martin wouldn't hear. but the soft tension between you was growing by the second.
as you were talking, juhoon slowly reached out. his large, warm hand moved to your face, his fingers gently brushing a few stray hairs behind your ear. his touch was so light it made your skin tingle. he didn't pull his hand back either. instead, his arm slid down, and his hand found yours on the blanket.
he lifted your hand, closing his large fingers around it. your knuckles looked so small against his palms. juhoon didn't say anything as his thumb began to slowly stroke the back of your hand, running softly over your knuckles in a calm, rhythmic motion. it was so gentle it made your chest ache.
he shifted his weight, leaning back and propping himself up on one elbow, stretching out on your bed. he wasn't lying down to go to sleep, just getting comfortable, looking up at you from the pillows.
with his free hand, his fingers traced up your arm, reaching your face again. his thumb lightly touched your cheek, slowly tracing the faint scatter of freckles across your nose and cheeks.
"i never realized you had so many freckles," he murmured, his voice dropping to a low, sleepy register. "they're really cute."
your breath hitched, your cheeks instantly burning. you weren't used to him being this open, this soft.
a long, heavy silence settled over the room. it wasn't uncomfortable; it was full of unspoken thoughts. juhoon stopped tracing your skin, his thumb just resting on your cheek as he stared at you, his expression turning serious.
"can i kiss you?" he asked suddenly.
the question caught you completely off guard. you were so taken aback your throat closed up, and you couldn't find the words to answer. instead of speaking, you just looked into his eyes and gave a small, slow nod.
juhoon didn't rush. he leaned up slowly, closing the distance between your faces bit by bit. but just a mere inch away, right before your lips could touch, he stopped. you could see the sudden conflict in his eyes, the heavy thoughts running through his head again. he was remembering martin. he was remembering that he shouldn't be doing this.
seeing him hesitate made something inside you snap. you didn't want him to pull away.
leaning forward, you closed the remaining gap yourself, pressing your lips softly against his.
juhoon let out a quiet sigh into the kiss, all his hesitation melting away as his hand moved to the back of your neck, holding you close. the kiss was slow, deep, and incredibly gentle, completely different from that night in the kitchen. it felt safe, like a secret meant just for the two of you.
when you finally pulled back, your lips were tingling. you looked down at him, trying to keep your voice steady. "we can't keep doing this, juhoon. we have to be careful."
juhoon looked a bit distracted, his eyes still fixed on your face, completely captivated. "yeah," he murmured softly, clearly not really listening to the warning. "we do."
he didn't let you move away. instead, he pulled you down slightly, leaning in again. but he didn't go for your lips this time. he tilted his head and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to the freckle on your left cheek. then, another one to the bridge of your nose. one by one, he began to kiss every single freckle on your face, his lips warm and careful against your skin.
you were totally flustered, your heart pounding so hard you were sure he could hear it. honestly, judging by the slight flush on juhoon's cheeks and the way his breath was shaking, he was just as flustered as you were.
"jju," you whispered breathlessly, trying to find your sanity. "you need to go back to martins room before he wakes up."
he just hummed against your skin, his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you down to lay next to him properly. "just one more minute."
but one minute quickly turned into ten. ten minutes turned into twenty, the comfort of your bed and the warmth of his body completely washing over you. neither of you wanted to move, and before long, the exhaustion caught up.
with your head resting near his chest and his fingers loosely tangled in your hair, both of you drifted off into a deep sleep, completely unaware of the chaos that the next morning would bring.
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How do you create small text and coloured text in rich text box ?? Especially if I use small text, once I publish it it turns into the regular size font. Annoyinggggg
So the thing that you are actually wanting is sadly going to need to be done in HTML.Β If you edit the post ever you will need to readd the colors in again.Β Β There is this AMAZING generator that someone on tumblr made that you can do EVERYTHING that you are wanting but I will quickly make a tutorial on how to work this. Under the cut is a tutorial how to do replies that have small text and colors! I hope that this helps you and if you need help with anything else or this doesnβt make a lot of sense /Β need more coding replies /Β formatting help just send me another message!Β If you find this helpful please like / reblog !
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Write up your reply.Β I would personally go ahead and put your icon and cut the reply before you do the text so that way all you have to do is add in the html of your replyβs text and be done.
So highlight your reply and go to STYLES and in the dropdown there will be small.Β This adds in <small></small> around all of your text for you.
Next, you are going to want to highlight what text you want to be colored and click the button that I have highlighted.Β Pick a color!Β To explain what is happening in your codeΒ <span style="color:#colorhexhere">Your text would be wrapped up in here</span>Β Β
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Go to the gear and go from rich editor to HTML.Β Β
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βββ, βββ»ββββββΆββΊββ (A Seonghyeon friends-to-lovers fic.)
Synopsis:
For as long as you could remember, Seonghyeon had always been there.
The boy living three houses down. The senior your mother constantly compared you to. The annoyingly perfect student forced to tutor you after school because your mothers were convinced the two of you were βclose.β
You wouldnβt call it close.
Not when most of your conversations ended in bickering. Not when Seonghyeon treated you more like a responsibility than an actual person. And definitely not when half the girls in school looked at him like he personally hung the stars in the sky.
Everyone liked Seonghyeon.
Teachers adored him. Freshmen whispered about him in hallways. Girls found excuses just to walk past his classroom. Meanwhile, you had spent years carefully admiring him from a safe distance β close enough to know he was kind beneath the sarcasm, but smart enough to understand boys like him never looked twice at girls like you.
So you settle into what the two of you have always been:
shared walks home, forced tutoring sessions, comfortable arguments, and a familiarity built from years of living side by side.
Until something shifts.
Slowly, quietly, and all at once.
And suddenly, Seonghyeon begins looking at you differently.
Unfortunately for him, by the time he realizes it, youβve already convinced yourself he could never feel the same.
β
CHAPTER LIST
ACT ONE β STATUS QUO
1. Just Seonghyeon
2. Same As Always
3. Admired From Here
ACT TWO β THE SHIFT
4. She Stayed
5. Who He Reached For
6. Too Quiet
7. He Started Waiting
8. Not His Business
ACT THREE β THE TENSION
9. Different Now
10. The Space Between
11. She Knows Better
12. He Noticed Too
13. This Is Why
ACT FOUR β BREAKING POINT
14. Louder Than Intended
15. Without Her In It
16. It Was Always You
17. She Stops Running
18. Still Here
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shoutout to @hyuneskkami for successfully hypnotising me into writing this ππ
I've been seeing some kpop fanfics, and as I writer I decided I really want to try it. Unfortunately, my brain is out of ideas what to write in that theme/ aspect... So would appreciate if you - yes, YOU! - shared any ideas you would like me to write.
It might take me some time to write it, but I promise at least one minichapter will be done by the end of August. Please look below for what I will and won't write, since I'm a teen and am not for looking of *those* prompts (iykyk).
I will write:
-Romance fanfics, mysteries, friends w/ reader
-About these groups (since I'm not that familiar with others): CORTIS, 82MAJOR, BABYMONSTER, BLACKPINK
-Kissing (on the face)
I WON'T write:
-PG13+ stuff
-extreme gore
-anything racist or discriminatory in any way
-LGBTQIA+ stuff (maybe hints but nothing deep)
if you're okay with getting turned down and just want to spill all your ideas, yap away!
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my only advice to people who wanna get into writing is
listen to all the advice you can find, all of it, you don't have to follow all the advice, but listen to it all. and if someone says something you think is stupid, ignore it.
so many people say that "oh you don't have to write all the boring stuff you can just skip to the fun stuff and do the boring stuff later!" and while I'm sure that works for some people and absolutely no hate to anyone that does that, it doesn't work for me.
because if i wrote the fun stuff first I would never write the boring stuff.
but i still listened to that advice, took it into my brain and thought about it.
sure the end result was "no I'm not going do that" but I still took it in. and i think thats important.
tldr: read all the advice you can find, take the stuff you like and apply it, throw out the stuff you don't.
Women bleed from...Where?? (Pierrot TFC x FemReader
Synopsis - Every month Pierrot smells blood coming from his partner so he gives her bandaid after bandaid but it doesnt fix anything! When she finally explained what a period is...he proves hes the best boyfriend ever by caring for her during her time of the month
Eli note! Hello everyone! Sorry for so much Freak Circus, I love Pierrot hes so baby girl. Anyway! Drawing commissions are open guys! Super cheap. If you like my writing thats one way to support me
Pierrot had noticed it months ago.At first, he thought she was injured.
The scent of blood was unmistakable to a creature like him. Humans struggled to detect it sometimes, but monsters never did. Blood had a scent all its ownβsharp, metallic, impossible to mistake.
And every month, for roughly a week, it appeared.
Not enough to indicate a serious wound.Not enough to make her collapse.
Just... there.
Every single month.
The first time, he'd panicked.
The second time, he'd become suspicious.
By the fourth month, he'd developed a solution.
A bandaid.
Every morning during Blood Week, he would quietly appear beside her and hold one out.
No explanation.
Just a bandaid.
"...Thank you?" she'd say.
Pierrot would nod seriously.
Then leave.
It became routine.
Blood smell appears.
Bandaid is presented.
Bandaid is accepted.
Everyone moves on.
At least, everyone except Pierrot.
Because it made absolutely no sense.
A bandaid should have fixed it by now.
Months passed.
The blood kept returning.
The bandaids kept being offered.
The mystery remained unsolved.
Until one morning.
Pierrot froze halfway through making breakfast. His head snapped up.
Blood. Fresh blood.
His eyes widened.
"No."
He dropped everything.
The pan clattered onto the stove.
"P-Pierrot?"
He was across the room instantly.
"What happened?"
She blinked.
"What?"
"The blood."
His hands immediately began checking her arms.
Then her shoulders.
Then her face.
"Where is it?"
"What are you talking about?"
"The bleeding."
His voice was getting higher with panic.
"You are bleeding."
She stared. "Pierrotβ"
"I can smell it."
He sounded genuinely distressed.
"You are bleeding."
His hands moved to inspect her again. More carefully this time. Looking for cuts, Scratches, Bites, anything.
"Where is the wound?"
Pierrot looked ready to cry.
His shoulders slumped and his eyes were huge.
"That is how blood works."
She finally put a hand over her mouth.
Trying not to laugh.
He looked so serious.
So worried.
So utterly lost.
"Pfftβ"
His expression immediately soured.
"Do not laugh."
That only made it worse.
She laughed harder.
Pierrot crossed his arms.
"I am worried."
"I know."
"You are bleeding."
"I know."
"Then why are you laughing?"
She finally managed to calm herself enough to speak.
"I'm on my period."
The words clearly meant absolutely nothing to him.
"A what?"
"A period."
He continued staring.
"...What is a period?"
Now it was her turn to blink.
"Wait."
Pierrot frowned.
"What?"
"You don't know what a period is?"
His confusion deepened.
"No."
"Oh."
She suddenly understood everything.The bandaids.
The concern.
The monthly investigations.
She finally took pity on him.
"Okay. A period is when women bleed."
Pierrot nodded slowly.
Following along.
"So there is a wound."
"No."
"No?"
"No."
His confusion returned instantly.
"Then where does the blood come from?"
"..."
"Where?"
"...My vagina."
The room somehow became quieter.
His eyes widened.
Then widened further.
Then somehow widened even more.
"Your what?"
"My vagina."
Pierrot looked horrified.
Absolutely horrified.
Women...Bled...From there?
"Oh."His voice was tiny.
"Oh, God."
She immediately started laughing again.
Pierrot wasn't listening anymore.
His entire worldview had just shattered.
"Every month?"
"Yep."
He sat down.
Slowly.
"What kind of cruel design is that?"
She snorted.
"I don't know."
He buried his face in his hands.
Then another thought struck him.
His head immediately shot up.
"Does it hurt?"
She shrugged.
"Not really."
Relief flooded his face.
Then she continued.
"The bleeding doesn't."
His relief vanished.
"The cramps do."
Pierrot's expression darkened.
"The what?"
"Cramps."
"What are cramps?"
She pointed vaguely at her stomach."Feels like my organs are trying to kill me sometimes."
Pierrot stared at her.
Then slowly looked toward the ceiling.
As if searching for whoever designed humanity.
He looked deeply disappointed in them.
"That is stupid."
She laughed.
"A lot of women agree with you."
"It is extremely stupid."
He stood abruptly.
Determination replacing panic.
She immediately recognized that look.
"Pierrot."
"What?"
"Don't."
"I have not done anything."
"You're planning something."
"I am not."
"You are."
"I am merely going to acquire things. "
His expression became deadly serious.
"Blankets."
She sighed.
"Babeβ"
"Tea."
"Love-."
"Medicine."
"Pierrot."
"Perhaps soup."
She groaned.
Meanwhile Pierrot was already moving toward the door.
Muttering to himself.
Still horrified.
Still offended on behalf of every woman in existence.
"Every month," he whispered.
Shaking his head.
"That is ridiculous."
-----------
Naturally, there was only one thing to do.
Research....
The computer glowed ominously in the dim living room.
Pierrot sat in front of it with the intensity of a scholar deciphering an ancient prophecy.
Technology was...Confusing.
Very confusing.
His claw hovered uncertainly above the keyboard.
"..."
One tap.
"H."
He squinted.
Another tap.
"O."
"..."
Backspace.
Wrong letter.
Growling quietly under his breath, he continued pecking at the keyboard one painfully slow key at a time.
He leaned back.
"P...period."
Success.
The search results exploded across the screen.
His eyes widened. There were... hundreds. Thousands.
He clicked the first one.
Then another.
His face cycled through every emotion imaginable.
"...Cramps can be severe..."
His brow furrowed.
"...Fatigue..."
He frowned harder.
"...Mood swings..."
His horns drooped.
"...Iron loss..."
He sat up straighter.
Iron.
She loses blood. Blood contains iron. She needs more iron.
She'd been doing this...Alone...Before she met him.
The thought made something ache inside his chest.
He hated it.
He hated imagining her curled up somewhere hurting without someone there to take care of her.
"...No."
He quietly folded the paper.
"Not anymore."
-------
By the time she returned from work, the apartment smelled incredible.
She blinked as soon as she stepped inside.
"...Pierrot?"
He poked his head around the corner.His eyes immediately lit up.
"You're home.
She smiled, then she noticed...
"...Are you wearing an apron?"
Pierrot looked down.
"...Perhaps."
It looked almost comically domestic on someone as monstrous as him.
He'd somehow managed to get flour across one cheek.
She covered her mouth to hide a grin.
"It suits you."
His ears twitched happily.
"I cooked."
"You... cooked?"
"I researched."
"...Should I be worried?"
"No."
He sounded almost offended.
"I followed instructions precisely."
He ushered her toward the dining room with surprising confidence.
The table was covered with food.
She stared.
"...Pierrot."
"I read that iron is important."
"You..."
"I also prepared a bath."
She looked back at him.
He looked so...Proud.
Like a child presenting a drawing to their parent.
She crossed the room and wrapped both arms around him.
Pierrot immediately melted.
His arms carefully circled her waist.
"...Did I do well?"
She buried her face against his chest.
"You did amazing."
He practically purred
-------
The bath had been perfect.
Warm.
Relaxing.
Comfortable.
Though...She couldn't help noticing Pierrot pacing outside the bathroom door every few minutes.
"You okay?"
"...Yes."
"...Are you hovering?"
"No.....I am guarding."
She laughed.
"I don't need guarding while I bathe."
"...You are vulnerable."
"I'm fine."
"..."
"..."
"...May I come in?"
She snorted.
"No."
"...Why?"
She laughed harder.
"Because I want five minutes to myself"
"...Very well."
She could practically hear the pout in his footsteps as he wandered away
....
She emerged from the bathroom...
Only to find Pierrot waiting with a bowl.
"...Open."
She laughed.
"Really?"
"You require nutrients."
"I'm capable of feeding myself."
"I know."
"..."
"...Open."
She rolled her eyes.
"...Fine."
He smiled.
The spoon carefully lifted toward her lips.
"There."
She accepted the bite.
He watched with intense concentration until she swallowed.
"Good."
Another spoonful.
"So..."
His voice was gentle.
"...How was work?"
She smiled.
"It was normal."
He continued feeding her between conversations, occasionally reminding her to drink her tea.
Every tiny thing she'd mentioned during his research...He was following. Exactly. Without missing a step.
By the end of dinner...She'd never felt more cared for in her life....
"Lay down."
She looked over her shoulder.
"Hm?"
"On your stomach."
"...Why?"
"I researched."
She laughed then flopped dramatically onto the bed.
Pierrot climbed on beside her.
His large hands hovered uncertainly above her lower back.
"...If this hurts...Tell me immediately."
"I will."
He pressed gently.
She let out a quiet sigh.
"...Oh."
His ears perked.
"Good?"
"...Really good."
Relief washed over him.
Slowly...Carefully...His thumbs worked across the tense muscles in her back.
He wasn't rushing.
He could actually feel the tension slowly melting beneath his hands.
"There..."
He murmured quietly.
"Relax."
She practically melted into the mattress.
"...You're unfairly good at this."
"I researched."
She laughed into the pillow.
"I can tell."
He smiled to himself.
Research was wonderful. Research made her happy.
He approved of research.
When he'd finished, she rolled onto her back with a sleepy little yawn.
Pierrot immediately climbed into bed beside her.
Without a word...She curled against him.
Like she'd done a thousand times before.
His arms surrounded her instinctively.
One hand settled gently over her lower stomach.
Remembering another article...He rubbed slow, careful circles through the fabric of her shirt.
"...Better?"
"Mhm..."
"So this helps?"
"...Mhm..."
He felt ridiculously accomplished.
His chin rested lightly against the top of her head.
"...I have made a decision."
Her eyes remained closed.
"...Mm?"
"I will do this every month."
She smiled sleepily.
"You don't have to."
"I do."
She laughed quietly.
His hand never stopped those slow circles across her stomach.
After a long moment, he spoke again.
"...Actually..."
"Hm?"
"I could also do these things when you are not bleeding."
She opened one eye.
"Oh?"
"I can cook. I can prepare baths. I can massage your back. I can cuddle you."
"Hmm."
"...Daily."
She finally looked up at him.
"...You just want an excuse to pamper me."
He blinked innocently.
"...Perhaps."
She rolled her eyes.
"I knew it."
He kissed the top of her head with surprising tenderness.
"I simply enjoy caring for you."
His voice had grown so quiet she almost missed it.
"...It makes me happy."
She looked up at him.
He wasn't embarrassed. He wasn't teasing. He meant every word. He loved taking care of her.
Not because he thought she couldn't care for herself
...But because every act of service was another way of saying what he still struggled to put into words.
I love you.
I worry about you.
I want you comfortable.
I want you safe.
I want you smiling.
She reached up and gently cupped his cheek.
"...I love you too."
Pierrot's heart nearly stopped.
He leaned into her touch without thinking.
"...Good."
He whispered it almost shyly.
"...Because I intend to keep spoiling you."
She laughed softly.
"I figured."
His tail curled happily around her legs beneath the blankets as she drifted off to sleep, one hand still rubbing gentle circles over her stomach while the other held her securely against his chest.
He listened to her breathing even out.
Only then did he allow himself to relax.
Next month, he'd be ready.
No more suffering alone.
Not while she had him.
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