Souji spent the night, curled up on Yosuke's futon with him, let Yosuke tuck himself against his chest and pull the blankets up and try to forget what was happening for a few hours. Yosuke didn't know what to expect in the morning, didn't know how he could possibly face school in general, much less his friends, and hoped his mother, who had always liked Souji - not that she knows what he is to you - would be willing to grant him a little leniency due to the unexpected visit. His father would have been a different story, not because of Souji, but because that was just... how he was. He was the type who would expect his kid to turn up for class if he was missing a limb, because the other three still worked, didn't they? His father respected men who were tough, sharp, level-headed, smart, imposing... Yosuke was, in his father's opinion, too soft and too sensitive and too thin and just... embarrassing.
And fucking a guy, too! He'll love that, Hana-chan, finding out you take it up the ass!He didn't want to think anymore. He tried to get
( ... )
Souji's voice was soft, like lying here with him was actually relaxing. Yosuke knew it was anything but. His thoughts were racing, his heart was beating too fast, he had already gotten Souji hard, waited for him to come down, and now his hands were shaking, like he wanted to grab onto Souji and touch him everywhere and never let go, and at the same time he wanted to turn around and tuck himself into Souji's arms and close his eyes and not open them for hours. He couldn't do it. He hadn't been able to do it the first time and there was no way he could do it now. He was scared - terrified - and with Souji leaving again, he needed to tell him, needed Souji to say something that he could hang onto the next time he had to walk into class
( ... )
As he'd hoped, Yosuke's mother let him skip out on school that day, allowing him plenty of time to hole up in his room with Souji and to figure out what he - they? - were supposed to do about pictures they couldn't erase and a video they couldn't stop from leaking. Chie hadn't been able to completely intercept it, but nobody had been able to watch more than a minute of it all the same. Yosuke felt like he was deceiving them. His friends were so sympathetic - well, from what he could tell and from what filtered in through Souji's phone; there was no way he could possibly talk to them now. They didn't know how it had started.
"I can't tell them."
Souji looked up from the text he was writing.
"Tell who what?"
"Everyone. I can't tell them what happened. Like, what I did. In the beginning."
"You don't have to. ... Even if they find out, they're not going to hate you."
"But it's disgusting..."
"What happened - what they did to you - that's disgusting. Nobody is going to blame you, or judge you, or tell you that you deserved it
( ... )
Re: Thread 73/?
anonymous
March 31 2012, 04:30:08 UTC
Ooooh this update. So much to love. Souji/Yosuke, Teddie's phone call (and that cute little bear emote), that last little voice of sanity in the anon thread, and of course the promise of epic showdown to come. I'M EXCITED. This fic is my crack.
Re: Thread 73/?
anonymous
March 31 2012, 21:23:21 UTC
DEAR AUTHORNON
Tonight I'm awake at midnight eating butter crunch ice cream & listening to Spill Canvas & Bright Eyes (yea yea everybody laugh at poor anon) when suddenly Touch came on & I thought of this fill & this Yosuke & then my ice cream was saltier cause my tears were in it. Thought you'd like to know.
Re: Thread 73/?
anonymous
April 2 2012, 18:27:36 UTC
One really has to wonder why these children have nothing better to do with their lives than fuck up someone else's. I fully agree with that last person in the thread, WHY ARE THEY SO DETERMINED TO SCREW YOSUKE OVER?
No, seriously. I feel like people have to have a reason to be THIS cruel.
I said all this to say that I love this story and when you update I squeal. Also, Souji is the best boyfriend ever.
Yosuke let out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding when Teddie trotted up to them, looking no worse for wear, and attached himself to Souji as though he hadn't seen him in 500 years. Damn bear. He was eating an ice cream bar, probably billed to Yosuke, and gestured vaguely with the stick to the vicinity of the entrance
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Yosuke laughed, covering his mouth to keep anyone else from hearing and thinking he had lost it. Souji was so weird sometimes. Maybe he'd manage to get some sleep after all. He lay down, closed his eyes, but when sleep crept up on him it was restless. His dreams had no substance but were uncomfortable all the same, sensations of falling and jerking awake, and he spent the early hours of morning in a twilight sleep, half-conscious and half not. He wondered if this was how people felt when they were on drugs, things they shot into their veins to dull pain or make them forget, and Yosuke thought he understood why someone would do that, how things could get so bad inside your head that you'd take a chance like that to avoid it, how you'd give up everything else in your life for a few hours of peace
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When lunchtime did roll around, it unfolded just as Yosuke had hoped. Souji led them up to the roof quickly and nobody attempted to follow them, electing instead to stare. Yosuke was tired of staring. What the hell were they looking at? What was so fascinating? Did he suddenly glow purple because he put his ass on the internet? Were they trying to achieve enlightenment by trying to become one with his headphones? Maybe it was just the site of another human being who had done something so abysmally stupid that he had a lot of nerve even showing his face? He wasn't sure.
They met the others and Yosuke found he had been dreading this part most of all, being back in the group with the people he had alienated and screamed at and embarrassed himself in front of, people that used to be his friends and were still his friends, but whom he had allowed himself to corrupt into something else, and he didn't know how to apologize for it. Worse, they had probably seen everything, every picture, that fucking video, and now that would be what they
( ... )
And fucking a guy, too! He'll love that, Hana-chan, finding out you take it up the ass!He didn't want to think anymore. He tried to get ( ... )
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Souji's voice was soft, like lying here with him was actually relaxing. Yosuke knew it was anything but. His thoughts were racing, his heart was beating too fast, he had already gotten Souji hard, waited for him to come down, and now his hands were shaking, like he wanted to grab onto Souji and touch him everywhere and never let go, and at the same time he wanted to turn around and tuck himself into Souji's arms and close his eyes and not open them for hours. He couldn't do it. He hadn't been able to do it the first time and there was no way he could do it now. He was scared - terrified - and with Souji leaving again, he needed to tell him, needed Souji to say something that he could hang onto the next time he had to walk into class ( ... )
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As he'd hoped, Yosuke's mother let him skip out on school that day, allowing him plenty of time to hole up in his room with Souji and to figure out what he - they? - were supposed to do about pictures they couldn't erase and a video they couldn't stop from leaking. Chie hadn't been able to completely intercept it, but nobody had been able to watch more than a minute of it all the same. Yosuke felt like he was deceiving them. His friends were so sympathetic - well, from what he could tell and from what filtered in through Souji's phone; there was no way he could possibly talk to them now. They didn't know how it had started.
"I can't tell them."
Souji looked up from the text he was writing.
"Tell who what?"
"Everyone. I can't tell them what happened. Like, what I did. In the beginning."
"You don't have to. ... Even if they find out, they're not going to hate you."
"But it's disgusting..."
"What happened - what they did to you - that's disgusting. Nobody is going to blame you, or judge you, or tell you that you deserved it ( ... )
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Teddie ⊂(・(ェ)・)⊃
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"Ted? What's up?"
"Yosuke? That guy is here."
"What guy?"
"The one you told me to be beary rude to!"
"Get away from him, Teddie. Now."
"I am away from him! That's why I called you! You're supposed to be happy with me ( ... )
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And man, I hope Souji finds Ryohei and Seagull and Hassou Tobi's their asses into the ground...
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Oh damn it, now I am laughing and crying at the same time.
I love every minute of this fic, thank you for it. <3
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SOUJI GON MESS YOU UP FO SHO
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Tonight I'm awake at midnight eating butter crunch ice cream & listening to Spill Canvas & Bright Eyes (yea yea everybody laugh at poor anon) when suddenly Touch came on & I thought of this fill & this Yosuke & then my ice cream was saltier cause my tears were in it. Thought you'd like to know.
P.S. Thank you
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SPILL CANVAS IS MY FAVORITE BAND. HIGH FIVE.
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No, seriously. I feel like people have to have a reason to be THIS cruel.
I said all this to say that I love this story and when you update I squeal. Also, Souji is the best boyfriend ever.
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Yosuke let out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding when Teddie trotted up to them, looking no worse for wear, and attached himself to Souji as though he hadn't seen him in 500 years. Damn bear. He was eating an ice cream bar, probably billed to Yosuke, and gestured vaguely with the stick to the vicinity of the entrance ( ... )
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They met the others and Yosuke found he had been dreading this part most of all, being back in the group with the people he had alienated and screamed at and embarrassed himself in front of, people that used to be his friends and were still his friends, but whom he had allowed himself to corrupt into something else, and he didn't know how to apologize for it. Worse, they had probably seen everything, every picture, that fucking video, and now that would be what they ( ... )
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