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he smiled at his girlfriend (his first!). she had short hair, large eyes, and was just
so cute. they sat across from each other in a small cafe, sharing food, feeding eachother, doing such stereotypical vanilla couple things; straight from the sickly sweet, sappy romance movies. they both couldn't have been happier with that. finishing off the food, they strolled down the streets, hearts nervously fluttering.
ah, so this is how love feels, he thought with a dopey smile. "i'm so happy we're boyfriends," she said sweetly, looking away with embarrassment.
hm..? he stiffened slightly. "ah, i couldn't hear you... could you say that again?" he said sheepishly. his girlfriend(?) screwed her eyes shut and burrowed into his side with a whining sound. she lifts her head and stares up at him with puffed cheeks. "d-do i have to say it again? i-i'm glad we're
boyfriends." he immediately tensed.
w-w-w-w-w-wait."you're a guy?!" he sputtered eyes wide. she (he?) leaned backwards with shock written on her (his???) face. "what do you mean by that, of course i'm a guy," he said with that
dainty voice of his. shiba's mind short circuited. he ran. only when he finally stopped, chest heaving, he wondered,
wait does that make me gay!?!?for a good month, he questioned his sexuality.
in the end, it didn't matter that much actually. he was just an overly confused, mostly straight guy.
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he stumbled there by accident, and w
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a mattress up there, and countless ti
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of the most beautiful times, stars spl
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he stared up at the blinking stars. really, considering the light pollution of being in a city, it was amazing
that they shone so bright. he sighed through his nose, sinking into the mattress. how many nights have
passed by like this? over half of the time he fell asleep here as well. his bed was actually used less than
this mattress. it was really annoying when it rained though. many unfortunate occurrences have made him
learn to have a waterproof tarp on stand-by. if the weather channel said showers, he'd run up to the roof
and cover the mattress, lest it get soaked and moldy. the unforcasted drizzles did sadly still exist though.
he closed his eyes—the background noise of cars and traffic below almost sounding like a lullaby.
and so another night he spent asleep on the roof.
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[12:24:07 AM] DES U: I BELIVEVE INU
[12:24:11 AM] DES U: haha. good pun
xxxx─ finch.
(coding+art by me)
EXTRA NOTE FOR THE SALT BLOG
ahahah sorry i panicked and deleted this because of all the response it got ^^;;;;
i swear and promise im not homophobic because... uh... im bi is one thing
ive stated in my sig, any pronoun is fine w/ me, you can call me she even if im a guy and i wont be horrifyingly disgusted by it or soemthing
ive literally read gay and lesb fanfi-coughcough-
im not trying to say homophobia doesnt exist, im trying to say im definitely not -phobic of it
also let me try to explain
when i was writing the story for this, it originally ended it like "and so he found out he was bi. the end"
and i wanted to include him like, going back to the guy and apologizing etc etc
but the thing is on the salt blog, after i wrote it a saw a post talking about
"i hate it when forms make the character lgbt for special points"
and i got really self-conscious about, so i just decided to make him "mostly straight"
so it didn't seem that i made him bi just for special points or whatever
but now i can see how the story can definitely be taken as homophobic
and im so so sorry about that it was most definitely not my intention and i apologize for my mistake
theres definitely nothing wrong with two guys dating, he only ran away because he was well, shocked, and he never really thought himself as gay or bi before probably
and he just had to get away to sort out his thoughts
but in the original story he actually did apologize to the guy and try to start over with him
so in that case, it'd be more of in the beginning, he had internalized homophobia
but after thought he came over that when he went to go apologize and etc
w/o that part...it definitely comes off as just homophobic.
i didn't edit the story so you can see where i... well screwed up
once again i apologize to you all profusely
my judgement was heavily clouded w/ worry because of the "special snowflake" thing