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Fanfic: PTSD – Comfort

PTSD – Comfort

Fandom: Homestuck
Pairing: John/Dave
Rating: Explicit

You must be sporting something silly on your face, because Dave quirks an eyebrow, an amused smirk playing at his lips. “What’s that look for?” he asks.

Oh god, your heart is racing a mile a minute. “So last night…happened?”

He chuckles, never ceasing the ministrations on your back. “You mean where I did the equivalent of committing fucking seppuku on myself in front of you, except instead of witnessing blood and organs oozing out of me, it’s just gallons and gallons of fucking sap and embarrassingly uncool feelings for you? Then yes, it was all real up in this bitch.”


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