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hectateovrhere · 1 year

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Soul, Body, and all

Pairing: Neteyam x male Metkayina reader, eldest son of Tonowari ( the chief)

Summary: you, the aloof eldest son to the chief, do ( your unexpected friend) Neteyam’s ceremonial paint and things get intimate.

A/N: idk how to write summarys but hopeful the story makes up for it this is more first time posting so hope y’all enjoy :) also I added “lore” just to make it more meaningful. Idk-

There was a comfortable silence that hung over you two. Neteyam sat infront of you his eyes catching every detail of your face. You didn’t know what to say and neither did he. An unspoken bond between you two. You were evasive and slippery you were loved but no one really knew you. The chiefs son was what you were and a great warrior; that’s all the reason your tribe needed to love you. You were adamant on keeping everyone at arms length; you weren’t interested in relationships, even with your siblings. No connections meant no feelings getting in the way of what you believed in. no one could have gotten this close to you but somehow he did.

You traced the structure of his face with white paint sharp and delicate at the same time; he stared as you focused. You place your hand on his shoulder as you got closer you grabbed the yellow paint and outlined his eyes with dots.

“What is the ceremony for?” Neteyam broke the silence

“It’s very spiritual… it allows you to be placed under eywas protection and our protection.” You fingers glided down his neck Neteyam gulped at your touch. “The paint is very important each style is different- they have a unique meaning each of us learn a different technique.”

“What does mine mean?” You pause for a moment coating your hand in pale green paint.

“Kind-hearted. A protector and protected.” You place your hand on his chest you feel his heart beating. “A special soul.” Your painted hand print was left on his chest Neteyam refused to utter a word as if they were jammed in his throat. The wind rushed past you with a whistle and the waves crashed to the shore in a musical pattern.

“Turn around.” You ordered softly now it was your turn to break the silence. He obeyed silently his strong back faced you. Coating your hands once again you place them on his shoulders pushing inward to his shoulder blades replicating that of wings. Your hands halted at his braid.

“Can I?

Neteyam nodded slowly you moved it to the side he shivered as you dotted the outline of his spine.

“The back represents freedom and your choice to look after those around you. A leader. People will follow you anywhere.”

“Will you?” The words slipped through Neteyam’s lips. He cringed at the way it came out like his body reacted on its own ignoring the brain and following his heart. It yearned for you. He failed to figure out how to express it to you and the looming possibility that you didn’t feel the same way terrified him. He couldn’t bare the thought of you slipping through his fingers.

Neteyam’s ears twitched at the way your hands paused. He prepared for the worst. What could you possibly think of an outcast?

“You want me to follow you forever?” You reiterated with a light chuckle; Neteyam flushed he knew it came out wrong. Of course he knew you had your duties you were the chiefs son; you made a promise to your people. He knew all about that; it was him once upon a time. It sounded like he wanted you to run away with him to drop everything and leave.

“I didn’t mean it like that.” Neteyam whipped around catching you by surprise you took notice to the distance between you. The short distance you watch his pleading eyes you could tell he was struggling to find the right words to say.

“I want you by my side and I want to stay by yours.” He explained “you’re the only person that makes me feel okay with never going back home. I want to stay with you.”

“What are you saying?”

In that moment time stopped all you could feel were his soft lips on yours. you weren’t sure what to do you’ve never kissed anyone before- you’ve never been this close to someone before. Neteyam was struggling as well both of you unsure about what to do and how to continue but doing it anyway; eventually you got the hang of it syncing with his movements. You could feel his energy enter you, careful not to touch him with your painted hands you attempted to deepen the kiss you wanted to be closer.

Neteyam understood what you wanted and did it for you basically grabbing your head and pulling you towards him. An unfamiliar feeling erupted in your stomach is this what it felt like? To be kissed? You never thought you would experience it. You seen your parents kiss and other people your age do it;but it never interested you. Now you could see why everyone liked to do it; it was nice you felt connected to him like you could feel what he felt, his senses were yours and the world seemed to melt away.

When you both pulled away everything felt cold by the way Neteyam was looking at you he felt the same way.

“Do you understand what I mean now?” He questioned his voice was gentle. you placed your forehead on his; your eyesight being filled with his deep yellow eyes only. You saw him for who he was and all he could be; you saw his heart and mind, his internal battles and his responsibilities. You unraveled before him he saw you, he knew you and you felt free knowing someone finally understood you.

“Neteyam..” you trailed “I see you.”

His eyes widened at your confession “I see you too.”

Your lips met again you held each other delicately disregarding the paint on your hands. this time there was less of a struggle both of you had somewhat of an idea on how to do it; all that mattered was the way it made both of you feel. He caressed every inch of your skin like he had been waiting an eternity to do so. Every inch he followed as if to memorize your body; your skin burned where ever Neteyams wandering fingertips grazed; every touch felt like fire and you savoured every second of it.

Neteyam embraced your warmth accepting it into his body, he could feel your soul. He silently thanked Eywa for guiding him to you this was her plan all along.

He was the only one for you. There was no one else. He was worth losing everything over and you would die before you gave your heart to another. Though you were young; in your heart you knew Neteyam was yours. Soul, body, and all.

#avatar #avatar the way of water #neteyam #neteyam x reader #neteyam x male reader #avatar x you #avatar x male reader #avatar x reader #neteyam sully #lo’ak sully #jake sully #metkayina #metkayina reader #avatar 2 #neteyam x you

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mysecretlittlelibrary · 6 months

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First Date

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: none at all fr fr except idk first date jitters???

Genre: fluff central

Summary: Your first real date with your former fake boyfriend; "I'm just scared of what you think // You make me nervous so I really can't eat" ~ First Date by Blink 182

A/N: This is technically part 2 to Nervous but order is arbitrary fr

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The following Friday Bucky is at your apartment just before 7 o'clock trying to convince himself to knock on your door. He knows he has to because you otherwise won't come out and that would be awful because even if every muscle in his body is tensing up at the thought of this actually happening he does really want to take you out. The only problem is that standing in your hallway it feels like a dream he had long given up on is coming to fruition and he's starting to wonder if maybe he's not ready for this. It's too late for that now though, he's meant to pick you up in 2 minutes and he'd rather lose his other arm than upset you by canceling last minute no matter how anxious he is.

"If she didn't want this. She wouldn't have agreed." Bucky tells himself, steeling his nerves. He raises his fist and raps on the door far more confidently than he's feeling at 6:59:37. He knows because he checked his watch. Barely a minute goes by before you swing open the door with a soft smile.

"You're right on time. Hi Bucky." You say. Bucky freezes up as he takes you in. You're wearing a crop top and faux leather pants with a matching jacket. Bucky told you casual dress was fine so you wanted something cute but practical. Bucky can feel his brain short circuit as he looks at you. Just compliment her!

"Punctuality- matters. We should get going." He says instead of anything charming. The sentences come out chopping and strained and he almost outwardly cringes at himself.

"Alright, well lead the way James." You say, pointedly ignoring the tense undertone in his words. You're not sure what that was about but you can't imagine drawing attention to it will help. Bucky nods and walks you down to his car where he opens your door and lets you in before he jogs over to the driver seat and slides in. It only takes another moment before he's pulling out of your parking lot and cruising down the streets.

The ride there is pretty quiet, which is fine. You're trying to guess where he's taking you anyway because he refuses to tell you. It's not until you see the big neon sign as he turns into a parking lot that you finally crack it though and you can't help but chuckle quietly as he parks the car. It's been such a long time since you've been to one of these.

"Bowling?" You smile at him.

"I've heard how boring you find regular dinner dates." Bucky shrugs. It's true you much prefer activity dates, but you're curious how he'd know that already. He gets out of the car and rushes over to your side to open the door for you. The two of you head inside and get set up with a lane and a pair of bowling shoes. You both are quick to grab bowling balls and start the game. You're always down for some friendly competition and honestly, it'll be nice to do something you haven't in a while.

A few rounds in though makes you painfully aware of how little Bucky has said since picking you up and it's starting to get to you. If you get excited over a strike or point out the score he'll offer a little smile and maybe a couple of words but he's not actually conversing with you. When you commend a particularly good round on his end he just nods a 'thanks'. Not to mention he's hardly looking at you which isn't a big deal exactly but in combination with the lack of talking it feels very awkward. Especially for a first date. Who bowls in silence?! About halfway through, you stand up before Bucky takes his roll.

"I'm going to get some food. Do you want anything?" You ask him.

"Oh! Let me get it. What do you want?" Bucky puts down his bowling ball and jogs over to his jacket draped over one of the chairs.

"A slice of pizza and some lemonade." You say.

"On it." He nods dropping the jacket and walking over to the food counter. You sigh to yourself as you plop back in your seat to wait for him. You can't understand why he's being so quiet but this date really can't continue this way. When Bucky returns with your food and drink he hands them to you quickly. You barely mutter thank you before he goes back to his jacket, presumably to put his wallet back in the pocket he fished it out from.

"You know Bucky, you've barely said anything to me all night. I've been on some pretty awkward first dates before but never ones where my date avoids looking at me." You stand and walk over to where Bucky is now lining up his roll.

"I'm not avoiding looking at you." Bucky says.

"If this has been your idea of being present with a date you are more out of touch than I thought James." You muse. Bucky sighs and turns to you, finally looking at you properly. He's silent for a moment, just looking at you before he speaks again.

"You know when you talk to people you look at them so intently. It's like you could uncover their every secret in the time it takes them to finish whatever sentence they're saying."

"Is that why you wouldn't look at me?" You ask.

"I'm already terrified of saying the wrong thing. When I look at you it feels as though you can hear my every nervous thought. As if you'll-" Bucky's words seem to get stuck in his throat as his brows knit together.

"As if I'll what?" You prompt.

"Be able to see me the way I see myself." He mutters.

"You- don't want me to see you the way you see yourself?" You frown.

"It wouldn't end well if you did." He shakes his head.

"Well, why don't you let me decide how I see you? And in the meantime, you should just- be yourself. Trust me you're way worse off if you don't speak to me the entire night than whatever you're so scared of." You tell him. "Right now your worst crime is sucking at bowling."

"Hey! I'm doin pretty well."

"I mean I'm beating you pretty bad so-" you walk back over to your seat where you'd left your pizza.

"You're distracting." He mutters.

"I'm distracting?! You've been avoiding me in all ways but physical Bucky. How could I possibly be distracting?" You ask.

"How many times are you going to make me say how nervous you make me?"

"I dunno, how many times would it take for you to stop being so nervous?"

"More than is reasonable for you to say."

"You'd be surprised how far I'm willing to go actually." You tell him, taking a bite of your pizza. "I just want you to relax Bucky." You say before you drop your pizza plate back on the chair.

"Easier said than done." He muses.

"I'm sure. I mean up until a week ago I thought you hated me- so there's a learning curve for us both. But you can't expect me to not get to know you. We're on a date I mean-"

"I know." He mutters quietly, though you can't hear him as you keep rambling.

"Dates typically involve a lot of getting to know people. You're lucky we're not complete strangers-"

"I know." He tries again but you're still going.

"Otherwise I wouldn't even bother with this I would just never see you again but I like you and I want this to go somewhere but you have to try, and sometimes that's gonna mean stepping out of your comfort zone and if you can't do that-" Bucky grabs you by your shoulders and yanks you towards him until your bodies are flush, his head tilting down and connecting your lips. Your eyes widen for a moment before closing, surrendering to his kiss. It's strong, unyielding, so much like him and finally, for the first time since you got here you get a glimpse of the man you're familiar with. When he pulls away your eyes flutter open.

"I know, y/n. You're right. I'm sorry for being so awkward." Bucky says and you shake your head.

"You don't have to apologize. I just want tonight to go well." You say softly.

"So do I! So much so that I-"

"That you're too scared to talk to me?" You chuckle.

"It- sounds silly when you put it like that." He muses.

"It's okay. As frustrating as the silence is I think it's cute that you're so..."

"Insecure?" He scoffs.

"I was going to say shy." You roll your eyes with a laugh. "I don't think it's insecure to care about what you say to a date, but I do think you worry far too much. You're not under evaluation." You say.

"I'll- try to relax." He says.

"Great, now hurry up and roll your ball so I can wipe the floor with your cute ass." You smile.

"Oh-ho-ho don't get too confident there sweetness. Relaxing means I'm definitely going to beat you." Bucky says.

"I mean you can tryyyyy but I'd keep those expectations low if I were you. I'm currently doing way better than you."

"We're barely halfway through the game, you're counting your chickens too soon." He smiles sweetly.

"You're talking a lot for someone who still hasn't finished his turn." You shrug. Bucky shoots you an incredulous look that has you laughing as he walks over to the lane to roll for his turn. Now, if you can keep him this relaxed for the rest of the night then this date is going to be every bit as amazing as you could hope for. Even on the off chance he beats you at bowling.

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#marvel #marvel fanfiction #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes x reader #bucky #bucky barnes fluff

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khuzena · 7 months

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12:59

| Michael Kaiser x g/n!reader

summary: everyone in life comes and goes, but sometimes he wishes you stayed; but it's too big of a request to ask.

Warning: toxic rs,no happy ending, cry bitches. Angst, Angst, Angst. (Cheating again because this man is the reddest, crimson flag ever)

A/n: was writing this in school, no activities for the entire day so i was writing this. (This is so cringe oh my god i swear I'll write fluff next time what character do you guys want as long as it aint barou because idk how to write him..)

It sometimes gets too hard to breathe at night.

There are times where he'd find solace in your embrace, you've made home in his heart and you know.

The cupid to your psyche, the romeo to his juliet. So tempting yet so dangerous.

Trust, such a simple thing yet so hard to keep and attain. Something he's won from you years ago yet he lost instantly.

A prodigy as he, the loyal man he used to be.

Rainy days like these you'd find yourself in his well-sculpted arms, inhaling his scent and his kisses marking you his.

Two weeks before the fallout, he's been a distant man, eyes filled with disdain for you and you don't know why. Just a month ago there were flowers on your doorstep, a genuine compliment through text and light kisses pressed on your forehead here and there.

Though recently, he's been looking at you with such hate in his eyes, like you ruined his life— like you're the reason you brought pain and suffering in his world. Why?

There you were, sitting at the marble kitchen island and eating some fresh fruits while watching a boring show on your phone.

Kaiser walked past you as he grabbed an energy drink from the fridge, not even sparing you a single glance.

"Hey, love." You said smiling, nervously fidgeting your fingers under the table.

Kaiser rolled his eyes before looking at you with such disgust. Was your hair really that unkempt? Did your acne come back again? Was he no longer attracted to you? Or was it because he's found someone else. You don't know but these questions spiral in your brain, wondering, asking where you went wrong.

"Hey." He replied, the irritation in his voice was too obvious.

"Can we talk?"

If anyone could see you right now they would compare you to a homeless man asking for scraps or spare change. But at least a hobo has more dignity than you.

Like a broke man begging for money and food to survive, you're pleading, throwing away all your dignity— if you even had any left; begging for a tiny speck of his attention. Some answer, some closure for why he's been treating you like this.

"I don't have time for that and you know it, I have a game again next week in france. Let's talk next time when I have the time"

Confusion and anger boiling in you at this point, what do you mean he has no time for a simple conversation? When he has all the time in the world to do stupid shit without you when he's actually free.

"What the fuck? You barely have any fucking time for me."

He stared down at you with a blanm expression, it was irritating how he wasn't even taking you seriously.

He didn't say a word before walking away to the comfort of his room.

A week later he came home.

It was 12:59 am.

A knock on your door disturbed the peace in the living room, you made your way to the main door. Sighing with relief that it was him, that he got home safely from whatever team party he attended.

"'M sorry…"

Your eyes widened, the moment you opened the door he lunged himself at you; his grip as he hugged you not loosening.

"What happened to you, micha?..."

The smell of alcohol getting on you, the red lipstick stains on his blouse and how pathetically dishevelled that man was.

The sight took your ability to speak away for a moment. You've never expected this, he told you earlier that he'd just be drinking with his team but to go as far as this?

"Don't touch me."

Kaiser tightened his grip, the shame on his face says it all. He's never cried this hard before as his tears soaked your shirt, "Liebling.."

"I said go away." Venom dripped from your voice, causing him to flinch in his very drunk state.

A loud thud can be heard throughout the house as he fell on his knees, like the shameless bastard he is, he cried, "I still love you", "I won't do it again I promise", "You're everything, please, schatz"

The next day, he was lying on the couch. His bags being too dark one could mistake him for a panda.

Even though his stomach is growling loudly, vomit bubbling in his throat or face dried with tears he couldn't help but just wail.

Hands trembling as he looked to the alarm clock to his left, 12:59 pm. Kaiser's legs wobbled as he checked every room, looking for a sign you were there but no.

"Liebling! Please, please. Where are you?"

His voice echoed in the walls of his apartment but there was no one who answered back.

Kaiser's lost you and it's all his fault yet he wailed pathetically on the floor, holding on to the railings of his stairs like someone took you away from him.

As time passed by, he's lost count of the days he's skipped training. His hunger being his least concern even though he barely eats nowadays as he spends most of his time staring at the ceiling.

Wishing for a miracle, wishing that god hears his prayer for one last time.

In this time of deep depression his spotify playlist has become his friend, his pillow being the tissue for his tears and the sheets crumpled from his thrashing around the bed.

kaiser: please come abck

kaiser: back***

kaiser: please

kaiser: i love you

kaiser: liebling

kaiser: liebling lets talk

kaiser: please.

*seen*

It's hopeless.

No matter how many times he blew up your phone with calls and texts you never answered. Though you never even blocked him too.

It was that time again, he called you again. Screen stained with tears as his eyes sparkled with hope when you finally picked up.

"Liebling, im sorry, im sorry."

The call was still on but he could only hear your heavy breathing, his breath hitched as he shakily held his phone to his ear.

"I know my sorrys won't change anything, but I still love you."

"I can't live without you"

"You're my everything."

"Please."

Please.

Still not a single word from you, he plopped down on his bed as he stared into nothing again in his empty room.

"Michael, stop."

He clutched his phone to his chest as he sobbed quietly, making sure you didn't hear him.

"Yeah, sorry."

"Stop apologising, Michael," you let out a sigh, "let's break up"

"Yeah, sure. Good night"

The call ended right then and there.

Kaiser kept replaying your voicemails over and over again. His nerves calmed down for a bit until the reality set in, he'd never hear your voice again.

There will no longer be any you standing outside the door with your arms wide open to congratulate him on his win or a lover he'd call his. The person he vowed to love and protect forever, gone.

And it's all his fault.

For one last time, he checked his phone as he saw a notification on his lock screen. The bright light almost blinded him.

love: i know you're still awake

love: go to sleep

*sent 12:59 am*

He sighed, putting away his phone and staring at the clock.

"Yeah, maybe it is getting late"

Note: we js had a halloween party 2 days ago, cosplayed as krul, had so much fun. °^°>🍦. I'll stop writing for kaiser i swear im js obsessed w him :((( (this fic not proofread m sorryyy)

#blue lock fanfic #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #bllk angst #blue lock ansgt #blue lock fluff #kaiser x reader #michael kaiser #michael kaiser x reader #kaiser fluff #kaiser angst

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snackugaki · 1 year

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idk man, softshells are vicious

*continues screaming below the cut*

ololololollollolooll— the peepaw multiverse tried to infect me with a sad, embattled f!Leo but my body ended up forcing it to mutate because while I love a good soul-crushing angst premise, I’m a comedy and rule of cool girl at heart. and like... war feels like constant sorrow, grief, unending violence and fighting but... it isn’t, there’s lulls and quiet moments and your siblings don’t stop being siblings even then, especially then

and to clarify, all that weird shit the kids might have heard about Next Mutation, love triangles, Donnie and Venus fighting etc. take it from me, someone who was the target tv demographic when it was first airing, it wasn’t that bad. it was bad because it was just really bad children’s television during 90s Turtlemania. Just real corny shit (affectionate). Fighting dragons with a widow’s peak to rival Vegeta’s, vampires who look like if Betty Page and Prince Adam made a baby in the lycra section of Hustler Hollywood, just terrible fun with 90s children’s tv production values.

however when I rewatched the show as an adult (after finding my soul when it cringed out of my body and across 293740293751 dimensions), one of my takeaways was Donnie and Vee absolutely were BFFs, it’s fun it’s silly and goddamnit I am a little tired of tech vs magic, why not tech and magic? a bitch loves a good team up with unlikely partners is what I’m saying. IDW Donnie and Venus shaping up to look like best buddies too, maybe, hopefully, wishing. but if any iteration was gonna have the besties/worsties dynamic, i’d feel like it’d be Rise.

...

i need you all to understand that Donnie is not running around naked in my future au, it’s just I started sketching before I realized I’d have to design a future!Donnie.

... i mean I was going to for the fun but I just really needed this out of my brain first. so like... pretend he’s wearing something cool pls, thnks.

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serene-sun · 4 months

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A great teacher

CW: virginity loss, period sex, reader is sex slave kinda, degrading, uhhh idk really lmao

Pairing: omega, ifrit, phantom x fem reader

AUTHOR NOTE: I hope this is cringe, and you know what? I hope you get horney and laugh at me

When a new ghoul is summoned, it’s traditional for them to be introduced to the wonderful world of sex by the ‘elder’ ghouls. And today, is just phantoms lucky day, the best teacher in the minister is open for lessons.

It all starts a week after the summoning, give the ghoul a few days to adjust and learn names.

A simple poster is printed and stapled to the community bulletin board, and a phone number.

“HELP WANTED”

Phantom was dragged to the ghoul den by omega, he had an evil look on his face.

“Come on, ready for your initiation?” He spooks him, the smaller new ghoul a little worried as they push open the door.

Inside, all of the lights are off, and only the lightning and omega covered the windows off the mountain top as candles lit the warm room.

On the large leather couch, infront of the fire place, the fire ghoul sits nude.

“When and if you want to stop, say jellyfish.” Omega whispered into his ear as he grabbed phantoms behind, earning a squeel as he fell onto the couch with ifrit.

“W-what is this?” He asked a little frightened, were they going to kill him?? Eat him?? He had read ghouls can do canabalistic things???

“Your so very fragile, not yet broken by the worlds cruelty.” Ifirt bit as he held the ghouls chin, “if you want to survive than you have to have a weapon, and that weapon is sex.” He smirked as he slid a thumb across the quint ghouls soft lips.

Omega walked behind the couch, he then disappeared into the darkness of the room and returned with a sister of sin in fuzzy handcuffs and a satin gag.

Phantom started to drool at the way he was being treated, he felt his dick get stiff.

It hasn’t even clicked for him that ifrit was naked, “w-what is that?”

“Aw…puppy.” Ifrit mocks him, he grabs his cock and starts stroking it. “Just let that pretty small brain of yours figure it out.”

Phantom whines, he eagerly takes his own clothes off as the sister of sin is pushed onto the couch in ifrits lap.

Ifirt spreads her thighs, and stroked her slick folds, “this is her cunt, go ahead and smell it, she’s nice and fresh.” He said, a little bit of blood dripped from her folds and onto the fire ghouls thigh as he spreads her with his two fingers.

Phantom gasps, “I-is she injured?”

Omega laughes, “no, she’s on her period, which means she’s nice and tasty.”

“Go ahead, taste her, this cherry is the best part.” Ifirt said, tapping her clit and making her squirm.

Phantom gulps, he had never touched a woman in this way before. He licks up her folds slowly. He was taken back for a moment as the flavor of blood and arousal sat on his tastebuds. He sucked on her clit, nibbling softly as he felt his hard tip be brushed against ifrits boot that was left on.

Omega moaned, “yeah just like that, lick her nice and clean.”

Phantom swirled his tongue around her clit, and cupped it to hold the pink mixture slowly dripping out of her red clenching hole.

The woman whimpers, thighs wanting to squeeze together but stopped by strong hands. Her muffled breath drips softly from the black silk.

“Now watch, this is what you do.” Ifirt says, flicking his forehead away from her cunt. his chin and nose looking ridiculous like a pig was starved and given a strawberry pie after.

“Get your cock, and put it in her.” Ifrit demanded, grabbing phantoms base and jerking him forward as he let out a sob from the feeling.

Phantom did as told, he put his knees on the sides of her as she was moved to the other side of the couch. The leather squeaked as hot sweaty skin started slapping.

“Ah fuck!” He moaned,

“Go ahead, put your hands around her throat, do what feels good.” Ifrit directed in a soft growl

This…was gonna be a long long..LONG night

#serene sun nocontext #the band ghost #serene sun spice time #ghost band #the band ghost x reader #serene sun writes #nameless ghouls x reader #nameless ghouls #ghost band fic #omega x #omega x reader #ifrit ghoul x reader #phantom x reader #phantom ghoul x reader

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signedmio · 3 months

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Okay, so, I don’t really know how this works, but I saw you were doing HH character mashups and I was like “huh, that sounds interesting, let’s give it a shot.” Fair warning, no god damn clue how to do this so sorry if it’s terrible. Platonic and romantic if you would be so kind (if not uh… sucks to be me I guess).

Okay, so, I’m about 5’2, cisgender female, pronouns are she/her. I grew up in a small town, and I have a very close group of friends that I don’t typically venture outside of. I’ve definitely got some form of anxiety kicking around in my brain, phone-calls, ordering at restaurants, and socializing in general are HORRID, and I’d much rather stay at home reading, writing, drawing, and of course consuming Hazbin Hotel content like my last will to live!

I’ve been described by others as a very intelligent individual, with a high work ethic, sarcastic humor, and a witty attitude. While I don’t like most people, most people tend to like (or at least tolerate) me. 90% of the time I’m wrapped up in some sort of hyperfixation. They take over my life and you WILL be hearing about them (I try to control myself, I swear). Uhh… not 100% sure what else to put here? I’m a sucker for emotional angst and hurt/comfort, and you BET that if I’m writing a fanfic, that’s what I’m writing.

Hope this is enough? If I did this whole thing completely wrong, feel free to delete this and cast me into the void to be forgotten as the cringe person in your askbox who didn’t have a clue what she was doing 😅. Anyway, uh… get to this when you have time. Idk how to end this. Hydrate? Yeah that works, cool. Ok bye,

okay so i didn’t get a gender preference for you (romantically), so i only did platonic cuz i didn’t wanna give you someone who doesn’t fit into what you’re attracted to, also cuz i have no clue who i’d give you for a romantic matchup anyway so i hope it’s okay haha, anywho i paired you with…

Alastor !! (Platonic)

Alastor has an appreciation for your intellect, let’s be real, he has a tendency to get irritated with people who aren’t as a efficient as him, so that fact that you are, makes him a lot less irritated XD

Also, he has an appreciation for your sarcasm and overall witty remarks as well, he doesn’t always understand them, per say, especially if their more modern, but he takes a moment to appreciate them nonetheless

#reqs closed #hazbin hotel #x reader #mio’s writing ! ☆#fanfiction #x y/n #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x y/n #hazbin hotel x you #x you #mio’s matchups ! ☆#alastor the radio demon #hazbin alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor x reader #alastor

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drenched-in-sunlight · 10 months

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I gotta say I did not expect I’d love Miles this much, enough to look up shit like Secret War and Civil War II reading order, and worse, subject myself to Bendis’ writing of all things (he’s the reason why I stopped being a comic stan 5 years ago. I were a DC/ Superfam fan. You know the beef was BEEFING). Like, my tolerance of that dude now only stops at him being one of Miles’ creators. So that better writers can do the kid justice years later. That’s it.

Like, why is the “r u and Ganke together haha” a whole shtick that comes up multiple times during his run? It’s so annoying and painful to read. Miles can go around being paired up with different girls but the moment THAT question came up you know he gonna be super defensive and >:( about it which, eh, just does not line up with anything else happening in whatever story is happening at the time. At all.

The only silver of light is that Miles actually never says he doesn’t like boys, he just denies ever dating Ganke. Like, he could just say he doesn’t swing that way and the question would have stopped, but he doesn’t. So I know he be running around kissing the punk-est boy in the whole spider verse, ha!

Idk I’m near the end of Bendis’ run and some of it r good but a lot of them put me thru excruciating pain (cringe) so I have to complain about it.

Did I mention I were a DC stan 6 years ago? I were a DC stan 6 years ago so this isn’t even my first rodeo with white dudes writing weirdest things in American comic, but I just can’t believe I got dragged into this again because Miles blinks his bambi eyes on screen and makes me want to rotate him in my brain so I need to know the lore of him in every medium, apparently.

#A POST COMPLAINING ABOUT COMIC? ON THIS BLOG?? AFTER 6 YEARS??#anyway #it’s so insane like I could actually go haha I know this trope i know these fucked up issues numbering I know how to skim through #an entire event I know how to make sense of these reading order like my comic nerd self is not dead it’s still there #this is all Hobie and MiIes’ fault I tell you #terrible terrible #but at least I get to pull out the i actually read the comics card if anyone ever lords over me about drawing fanarts of the movie #ha!#personal #genuinely think miles’ origin in the comic is so fucked up tho Aaron is a real piece of work there #and by that I mean a gaslighting horrible jerk #still dunno what’s worse being chased around by whole ass adults yelling he’s a mistake #or being in a middle of a civil WAR where again grown ass adults fighting OVER him and making his choice for him #wow dat was crazy #but Miles’ current writer is really good and I also enjoy reading him when he’s with the Champions #also b3ndis’ 2016 run is SO WEIRD like there are dialogues that just make you go #“yep a white man wrote this

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whatsnewalycat · 1 year

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wake & bake

pairing: dieter bravo x ofc louella

Summary: You have a virtual smoke session with your new friend and secret crush, Dieter Bravo.

Rating: Mature (see warnings)

Content Tags/Warnings: video chat, smoking weed & getting high, swearing, fluff, flirting, pet names, attempts at jokes, primal scream, crush

Word Count: 2.1k+

Notes: Hi there! This takes place in the Psychomanteum storyline between chapters 2 & 3. I think it can be read as a one shot with the context that’s given but idk. You do need to know is that Louella/Lua, our OFC and second person POV, bakes and sells edibles, bc I don’t think that’s super clear in the text. Ok thanks have a great day 🖤✨

You settle into the middle of your bed, crossing your legs as you glance around and take inventory.

Lighter. Joint. Ashtray. Water bottle. Laptop.

Your emerald green curtains billow and rustle when a crisp spring breeze rolls through the bedroom. The air carries the latent, earthy scent of decay and new growth from the park across the street. A shiver weaves its way up your back, so you pull the throw blanket draped around your waist up onto your shoulders like a cape.

Despite the chill, your hands are hot pads. You press one palm to your cheek and grimace at how fast it heats you. It’s stupid to be so nervous about this. He’s just a person.

Just a really amusing, really sweet, stupidly handsome person.

That also happens to be famous. Which is a fact you can’t dwell on for too long before it starts to make you queasy. So, for the purposes of this conversation, you decide to omit it from your brain.

Just a guy.

You take a deep breath and wipe your sweaty palms on your pants, then click Join Meeting.

A few moments go by before Dieter’s face pops up on the screen. He looks like he just crawled out of bed. His face is all puffy from sleep and his chestnut curls are sticking up every which way.

Upon seeing him, your heart starts thudding in your throat.

He mumbles some kind of greeting while rubbing one eye and yawning, then pulls the camera back to wave at you, revealing that he’s shirtless. The video blurs and shifts like he’s en route, and you see bits and pieces of what you assume is his house in the background.

“Good morning, sunshine!” you call, waving to the camera, probably a little too enthusiastic.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he croaks out, voice all groggy, “Sorry, just woke up, give me a sec.”

He sets the phone down on a flat surface, giving you a view of his ceiling as he pours a cup of coffee.

“I’ll give you all the secs you need,” you tease, and immediately cringe at yourself. But you hear a robust laugh echo through, what you assume is, his kitchen. A proud smile stretches across your face.

“That was good,” he grins as he picks the phone up and tucks a joint behind his ear, then grabs a steaming coffee cup. The background starts moving again as he walks through the house, “How’re you doing today, doll?”

“Busy,” you fiddle with the joint, twirling its paper tip to a point, “I’ve been up since like 3:00.”

“Pretty sure that’s when I went to sleep,” he tells you with a little chuckle, “S’pose it’s like… stoner Christmas, huh? Big day in the biz.”

“Yeah, it’s pretty nuts,” you laugh, then shrug, “Keeps the lights on, though, so I’m not complaining. Parker is gonna come over in a bit and help me with the orders going out this afternoon.”

“Oh, Parker, what a guy,” Dieter smiles, opening a sliding glass door that drenches him in sunlight.

“He’s the best,” you smirk, then look up at the laptop screen and sigh, “What’re your plans for today?”

“Eh,” he shrugs, then groans as he sits down in a white patio couch, “Little of this, little of that. Gonna meet up with some people later and go to a party.”

“Fun,” you say, trying to picture the kind of LA parties he frequents. Your imagination makes them out to be glamorous and wild. Expensive champagne, models, celebrities, drugs galore. After looking around your small bedroom, you blow a raspberry, then ask, “Well, shall we?”

Dieter hums and plucks the joint out from behind his ear. He closes his lips around the cardboard tip, talking around it, “We shall.”

You follow his lead, holding your joint between your lips, then raise a lighter to the business end, pulling a few quick puffs before you toss the lighter aside. Thick, skunky smoke expands your lungs. You exhale towards the window and cough a little as THC dissipates through your body, making you feel light and buoyant.

“What’re the parties like out there?” you ask, taking another long drag. The pot starts to smooth your nervous edges and mellow you out.

He grunts and pulls a pair of sunglasses over his eyes, then shrugs, “Bullshit. Buncha phonies trying to one up each other.”

“Ok, Holden Caulfield,” you snort, and it earns a howl of laughter from him that makes you smile.

“No, but really,” he takes a drag off his joint and holds the smoke captive as he tells you, “I don’t find people like you and Parker out here,” he exhales fully, coughing a little, “Or anywhere, really. That party was the most fun I’ve had in years.”

“Bullshit,” you laugh.

“Seriously!” He grins and clambers up in his seat, leaning forward, “I’ve done acid so many goddamn times at so many parties. And it’s always a big group of people talking over each other, trying so hard to be profound, or have a fuckin’, uhhh, spiritual experience or whatever,” he waves his hands about as he talks, pausing to take a hit. Smoke muffles his voice when he tells you, “But they’re all so fucking soulless and shallow, I can’t stand it. I usually either end up leaving to trip alone or take other shit to make it more tolerable.”

You giggle nervously, “That sounds… I dunno, like a bad fucking time, man.”

He chuckles, then murmurs, “Anyway,” sitting back in his seat, “What’s, uhhh… what’s your scene, what kind of parties do you usually go to?”

“Uhhhhh,” you croak as you think about this, then frown at the ceiling as you take a hit off your joint and exhale, “I guess I really don’t? I go to bars more than parties, I guess, but I usually just go there to get laid.”

He smiles wide and brings a palm to his chest, “A girl after my own heart.”

You giggle as heat creeps through your body, up your neck, “I mean, I can drink and smoke at home. But dick? I have to outsource dick—”

Dieter’s laughter is all you can hear. He leans forward and pinches the bridge of his nose, shaking his head.

“Pussy, too, but dick is much easier to find,” you tell him in a joking way, even though it’s not a joke, “It’s just not the same alone, you know?

“That’s absolutely true,” he chuckles, wiping his eyes as his laughter dies down, “I like you, you’re funny.”

“Hey, I like you too,” you beam, tilting your head to the side. It’s quiet for a moment as you study each other’s face through the screen conduit. You take another drag off your joint, averting your gaze to the window, then blow a thick plume of smoke towards it.

“I have a question,” you tell him, flicking your eyes back to the screen.

“What?” he tucks a hand under his head and lays out on his outdoor couch.

“Do you ever have these urges to do something crazy? And, like, wonder how people around you would react?”

“Like what?”

“Like,” you toss your head back and forth, “Like what would you do if I just took my clothes off right now, or—“

“I would die of joy, can we try that one?” he grins.

“No,” you snort, then cover your face as it starts to heat, “It was just an example!”

“Uh huh. You came up with it really fast,” he observes, then takes a drag from his joint.

“And you responded to it really fast,” you counter, raising an eyebrow, crushing the orange cherry of your joint into the ashtray on your knee.

“Obviously,” Dieter scoffs and shrugs, “I would love to see you naked.”

Your whole head is a heat lamp and your face hurts from smiling. You lick your lips and smirk, “I am very flattered. But, hear me out—”

“We both take our clothes off,” he suggests, his shoulders shaking with stifled laughter, “That’s such a good idea!”

“I am going to murder you, Dee,” you laugh, covering your face.

“Ok, no seriously, go ahead,” he snickers, glancing over to extinguish his spent joint in an off-screen ashtray.

You sigh and pause for a beat before confessing, “I wanna scream. Like, as loud as I can.”

He smirks and opens his mouth, tilting his head to the side.

Before he can quip a sexual innuendo and fluster you further, you explain, “I’ve felt it in my chest for so long. The scream, I mean. Like it’s just sitting in there begging to be let out. Do you know what I’m talking about? Do you ever feel like that?”

The devilish smirk on his lips falters. He nods, “Yeah, I have.”

“I want to let it out, but I’m always so scared of what my neighbors will think,” you tell him, searching his face hundreds of miles away, “And sometimes I think, what if I just said fuck it and did it? Just screamed as loud and long as I could? What would happen?”

“Well, fuck it, let’s do it,” he decides, and the camera jostles as he rises to his feet, “Let’s fuckin’ scream our little hearts out, huh? See what happens.”

You smile, “Really?”

“Fuck yeah, come on,” he says, “You gotta stand, though, really let it out.”

“Ok,” you laugh and set your ashtray aside, then roll off your bed, pulling your laptop to the edge so he can see you standing at your window, “Ready?”

“Alright, on three,” he calls, and you wriggle your body around, trying to psych yourself up, shaking your hands out as he counts, ��1, 2, 3–“

You inhale until your lungs ache, then let it out.

The red, hot feeling of disquiet that has been restless inside your chest for months scrapes against your vocal chords, burning your throat.

While you’re doing this, you hear Dieter through the laptop speakers, screaming in unison with you, unrestrained, primal.

You bend over to fully expunge this guttural, animalistic noise from your body. You scream until your face is filled with blood and your heartbeat pounds in your ears. Until your throat is throbbing and your voice is hoarse. Until your lungs are empty and nothing else comes out.

Then you turn around to the laptop, searching Dieter’s flushed face. You’re both smiling wide and wild, chests heaving.

“That was fucking awesome,” he tells you, chuckling and shaking his head, “You did great.”

“So did you,” you grin, “Good job screaming.”

A frantic knock sounds on your door.

“Oh shit,” you cover your face and giggle, looking up towards the noise, “Someone’s knocking.”

“Probably making sure you’re alive,” you hear Dieter say as you carry the laptop into the kitchen. You set it on the countertop before opening the door.

“Hi,” you answer breathlessly to the wide eyes of your next door neighbor, “I’m fine.”

“Oh—ok, I was just making sure—”

“Yeah, I just—you know, you ever just feel like screaming?” you try to explain.

She shakes her head and stammers, “Um, no. But—but you’re ok, right?”

“I’m perfect, it felt really good,” you tell her, and you can hear Dieter’s laughter over the laptop, “Thank you for checking on me, though. I appreciate it.”

“Sure,” she nods, then starts to walk away, glancing back over her shoulder as she goes.

You close the door and lock it, then burst out in giggles as you go back to the laptop, seeing Dieter smiling from ear-to-ear.

He tells you, “That was adorable.”

“That was my neighbor thinking I’ve fully fucking lost my mind,” you snort, then glance up at the the clock on your oven, “Fuck, I have to get back to work.”

He gives you a thumbs down and jeers, “Boooooo!”

The thought of him not wanting this call to end yet makes your insides twist. You roll your eyes playfully, “It’s been lovely smoking and screaming with you.”

“Waking and baking with you has been a delight, Lua, we should do it again soon,” he smiles, running a hand through his hair.

“Yeah?” you beam, licking your lips before asking, “Do you mean that?”

“Obviously,” he scoffs, and you’re sort of glad you can’t see his eyes behind his sunglasses when his voice softens and he tells you, “Really, Lua. I’d love to do this again. I’m not just saying that.”

“Ok,” you grin like a fool and nod, “I would love to do this again, too.”

“I’ll let you get to it. Tell Parker I said hi give him a bit ole smooch for me, will ya?”

“I will,” you wave,” Bye, Dee.”

He kisses his hand and presses it to the camera, then says, “Talk to you soon, doll.”

#psychomanteum #dieter bravo x you #dieter bravo x reader #dieter bravo x ofc #dieter bravo fanfiction #dieter bravo x oc #dieter bravo #dieter bravo fic #dieter bravo fluff #pedro pascal #pedro pascal character #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal character fanfic

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slowdownurdoingfine · 3 months

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Okay sooo I’ve got a Joel Miller fic on the back burner… but before I post I wanna get a feeler for how people would feel about it!!

So it switches through time periods (and bonus joel pov!), and the reader is a really famous country music star. By the time the outbreak hits shes kinda faded into obscurity (or that stage where famous musicians stay in pop culture but people don’t really listen to their music)… and essentially, and don’t cringe, reader and Joel happen to be going on the same journey to Jackson, Wyoming. And it’ll mostly be Jackson!Joel…. But I don’t wanna spoil anything so i won’t say anything more.

I will, though, give a snippet. (! PLEASE NOTE AND IDK WHY I DID THIS BUT I KINDA LIKE THIS: Belle is the stage name to the reader, and in the flashbacks I use 3rd pov (she blah blah) and in the present I use first pov (you blah blah) anyways. Be mean or judgemental but here’s u gooo

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Fucking.

Taylor Swift.

Of fucking course.

She had a few years on her but still, fucking Taylor Swift? Picking her nails and brushing her blown-up hair out of her face, the swing of the guitar hits her ears almost too hard. It was overwhelming.

“Belle?” Her manager sitting next to her pushes through his lips quickly, forceful and strained.

She turns to him and his lips prick slightly, a slap in the wrist reminding her to maintain her facial expressions. Soft, but full of joy. Youthful and light. His words circled her thoughts spinning so fast it almost made her dizzy. Her hands fumble to pick the chain around her neck, gold and dainty, clearing her mind almost like a breath of fresh air.

The dust in her lungs makes her cough in only the way Nashville can in June. She has to turn her head away from the performance from the artist section, which allows much too of a close-up look.

“Billy, I need to step out.” It comes out before it even hits her head, drawl thick in her throat. She can see the question rising in his eyes, after years of working with him she just knows, but chooses to ignore it. Boots scuffing the ground she passes her way through the hot metal bars and serious stagehands to the freedom that comes with the smoking area. She lights her cigarette and pulls up her phone.

June 7th, 2013

She decided to never perform at another Country Music Festival at that very moment.

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September 26th, 2013

The worst part of realizing you're no longer who you used to be, is when others begin to realize it too.

The pen rocks back and forth in her hand, trying to make sense of the line. She’s sitting in a limo outside a recording studio in Washington, DC where she created her first album. A country wonder, the sweetest voice with the most soul crushing lyrics. Her soft twang and breathy voice made the studio love her even more. It used to flow for her, it used to click. Now she can’t write a genuine line to save her career. Which evidently, is failing.

She slaps the notebook close, eyes turning up towards Billy who's on his phone pretending not to wait for her to give him something new.

“Nothing new, honestly Bill. My brain is just mushed up.” She hates it, but he shows no signs of mirroring that feeling. He just nods quickly, his sharp suit a little too tight around his wrists, clicking off his phone. He does notice though that, though. She does too.

“I didn’t have time to buy a new one.” He chirps out unbuttoning his pressed black blazer shifting uncomfortably in his seat, choosing to not push her for a moment. It makes her laugh, partially out of relief for the way her manager is still her closest friend.

“You’ve just been drinkin’ too much beer.” She starts, ringing her hands down her designer dress from two seasons ago.

“I’ve been eatin’ too much crab. It’s Baltimore, with the old bay.” He says then looks at her. It takes her back to when they both could afford to support their lives. They both just laugh.

She hated this, and when she was younger and more fresh eyed she would blaze a damn trail if this was presented to her. An impromptu performance at the White House with the president to uplift whatever political statement needed pushing - something to catch headlines, erase any world news. When she started off, and even to a degree still now, nothing else mattered but her music. That’s what got her here in the first place, outspoken to a point where she was even blacklisted from the most prestigious award shows after the release of her second album. But now in her early 30’s it's seemed as though the world had moved on. People didn’t seem to care about what she had to say, they just wanted to hear blank statements that meant nothing to be able to avoid the world around them. Or maybe, she was bitter. They had something she didn’t, something she over the past 10 years had given up for her career. Motivation, joy, or simply put; a life. She had made a bad decision, ran out of money, and signed her likelihood away to some big-name big-shot office. Nothing was hers anymore, not truly. So here she was: on the way to something her 25 year old self would not only despise, but reverently hate.

The limo ride there was alright, bit too bumpy and made it hard for her to gulp down the fizzy lukewarm bottle of champagne in the back of the limo. With the aid of bubbles allowing her to actually move her body and try to block this memory out she’s out of the car, shaking hands and greeting politicians in a breeze. So fast that by the time she stepped on stage to perform the national anthem she didn’t even remember how exactly she had got up there. The first few notes swell in her ears, she takes a deep breath ready to do what she does best, put on a show, cringing when the first few notes hit the air. Men standing close by her, sharp suits with walkie-talkies blasting loud enough to take over the whole room suddenly swarmed surrounding the president. Talking with urgency. Her eyes turned to meet Billy’s blue ones in the crowd, a question of should I stop? in them… before it all happened. It all unfolded right in front of her eyes too quickly to comprehend.

Damn her delayed flight or fight skills, she musta softened along the way on one of her worldwide tours. Soon she was being ripped away from the microphone, the band, the stage, Billy, and in a flurry of secret service she was crowded to an elevator which went down….

Down…

All the way to the bottom.

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October 12th, 2023

Fuck.

I’m hungry.

You hated Iowa. You also hated how your map crumbles in your hands. You used to have a book with pages on pages of maps hidden cleverly within your brown backpack. That was before, when there was hope for everyone. This is the present. Hope is a laughable feeling. As the leaves crunch under your heavy boot a dilapidated highway sign peaks your interest. Maps Of The World. Maybe there is hope, afterall. Funny. Ducking back into the trees along the side of the road you make a note to turn at the next exit.

The store is dusty and rummaged through, obviously. That fact doesn’t stop the cough that enters your lungs as soon as you shove the door open. Fanning the particle filled air in front of your face, quick eyes land on a shelf of US maps which remain mostly untouched. Score. Walking over on the balls of your feet, your eyes crinkle when you step on a newspaper covered slab on the floor. Stopping for a moment, then ducking down to your knees and pushing your rifle out of the way, you look at the spot. It sounds almost hollow, like a travelingers hiding spot. You consider for a moment, then look towards the door like a person is about to walk through. You wait a long moment out of pure precaution. Then fan the newspaper away and grab your knife out of your boot, sliding the blade between the board and twisting up. To your surprise it gives and reveals a compartment. You just can’t believe your luck. Almost greedily you push the tile away and stare in awe. A pack of bullets. A handgun. Some beef jerky. It almost makes you cry. Zipping your bag you swipe the bullets and the jerky. Debating for a moment if to take the gun you hear light voices outside. Few minutes away, tops.

Quickly and as quietly as you can you slide the board and the newspaper back, zipping up your bag and hauling ass to your feet to grab a map and leave. Guess the owner was coming back to re-up, no way someone random would wind up there. Well, other than you. The two voices get louder as you hear the feet stop and a gun load. The door being open is a bad omen, you suppose. You slip out the back window which luckily leads into a dense forest, and you dash into the lush green trees finding refuge behind a patch of large grown out boulders and greens.

The logical part of your brain is screaming for you to run but the human part is telling you to stay and manically watch the havoc you caused unfold. Plus, it’s not like you’ve got anything better to do.

“Godamnit!” You hear a man shout, voice laced with a thick accent. Texan, you’d recognize your home state anywhere.

“At least they left the gun.” A younger voice calls out. From the large windows you can see them. A young girl, no older than 14 with a maroon jacket and beat up converse, Her brown hair was pulled up into a ponytail, backpack with keychains swinging. Behind her an older man comes up, beard patchy with salt-and-pepper hair, guff and hardened. You can’t look away from him, eyes glued onto his flannel and matching rifle with yours. He turns and you swear he sees you but then his eyes keep moving. Checking the area seemingly unconsciously and you can tell he's danger. Something you would write about in your songs. You let that thought wash over you as he turns and are met with his broad back. You should probably leave. Knees cracking you stand and continue the long journey to Jackson, Wyoming.

In another life, mystery muse.

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K BYE

#joel miller x reader #joel miller #tlou hbo #tlou #pedro pascal #joel tlou #joel x reader #tlou fanfic #Joel miller fanfic #pedro pascal x reader

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bultaoreunheyyy · 4 months

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Bubble Bath

Title: Bubble Bath

Word Count: 2252

Summary: Jimin and Taehyung get caught in the rain. They take a bath together.

Sickie: Taehyung (cold/snz)

Caretaker: Jimin

A/N: this started as a drabble (which I usually consider that 100-1000 words idk about y'all) but when I went to edit it I just added more instead of editing so now it's just an unedited short fic? also sorryyy for the sudden and possibly annoying influx of posts but I have to get all of this out of my brain. but if you read it and like it umm let me know? maybe? if you want?

They smell the rain before it comes, a pleasant, earthy scent just as the breeze starts to pick up around them.

Jimin shivers and wraps his arms around himself, smiling fondly when he looks over and sees the state of Taehyung’s hair, tousled by the wind and sticking up in all directions.

“What?” Taehyung asks when he feels Jimin’s eyes on him. He frowns when he feels the first raindrop fall, hitting him right on the tip of his nose, and Jimin looks up at the sky.

“Oh, great. We didn’t bring an umbrella.” He shivers again. “Let’s run!”

And with that, Jimin takes off running, leaving Taehyung standing for a moment before his brain processes the words and he dashes off after his soulmate.

By the time he catches up with Jimin, the rain is coming down hard, a sudden downpour that drenches them both in a matter of minutes. They quickly duck under a large oak tree, huddling together against the trunk, and listen to the slap of raindrops on pavement as they shake water from their hair and attempt to dry their faces with wet sleeves.

“Doesn’t look like it will let up soon,” Jimin says right before he sneezes, a shiver running up his spine afterward.

Immediately, Taehyung is wrapping an arm around the shorter man and hugging him against his chest, one hand coming up to cup Jimin’s cheek.

“We have to get you home and dried off before you catch a cold,” he frets, wiping a drop of water from Jimin’s brow with his thumb. “You’re shivering.”

Jimin rolls his eyes.

“You’re wet too.”

Taehyung ignores him, shrugging out of his jacket and wrapping it over Jimin’s head like a hood. He waits until Jimin grabs the sleeves and holds them under his chin, and then he hooks his arm through Jimin’s elbow and drags him back out into the downpour.

They run the rest of the way home. As soon as they’re inside, Jimin shucks off his shoes and tosses the jacket onto the floor next to them. They’re both soaked, but Taehyung’s jacket had done a decent job of protecting his head and hair from getting wet beyond the initial few minutes of being caught in the rain.

Taehyung, however, has enough water dripping off of him to create his own mini-lake right in the middle of the entryway.

“Agh,” he complains as he shivers and stands in place with his arms wrapped tightly around himself. “I’m so cold!” He drags the back of his hand under his nose with a liquidly sniffle and then wrenches forward with a booming sneeze.

It’s the kind of sneeze that sounds…wet. Jimin does his best to keep himself from cringing visibly. There’s an instant worry that comes along with it, though, because Taehyung looks absolutely miserable, cheeks and nose pink from the cold as he stands there shivering hard, sniffling and dripping water everywhere.

“I’m going to go run us a hot bath,” Jimin says, chewing on his bottom lip as he regards Taehyung, his concern growing. “Strip and leave your clothes here, we can wash everything later.”

Jimin sheds his own clothes quickly, adding them in a pile with the jacket, and makes his way into the bathroom to fill the tub with hot water. He hears Taehyung sneeze again, somehow louder than the first, and he sighs and begins to rummage around in the cabinet under the sink. They have a variety of soaps and lotions and bubble baths down there, and he finds the one he’s looking for in the very back.

Taehyung announces his arrival into the bathroom with a third sneeze and a whiny groan. He uses his hand to wipe his nose again and Jimin adds a little extra bubble bath to the water. Once the tub is full, he turns off the faucet and sets their towels and washcloths within reach, then turns to Taehyung and holds out a hand.

Taehyung hasn’t stopped sniffling or shivering. His bare skin is prickled with goosebumps and he’s shaking hard, teeth chattering.

“What’s that smell?” He asks as they step into the tub together.

Jimin looks over at the counter and squints at the bottle. “Uh, spearmint and eucalyptus.”

“It’s making my nose run,” Taehyung replies, sniffling thickly. He’s blinking like he’s got something irritating his eyes, distracted by it, and Jimn has to tug him down to sit in the bath.

“No, you’re fine with his scent,” Jimin reminds him. “We use it all the time when you’re…sniffly.”

“I’m not sniffly,” Taehyung grumbles, muscles tense as he wraps his arms around his knees and tries to stop shivering.

Jimin raises an eyebrow but does not comment. He sinks deeper into the water and lets out a sigh of relief at the instant warmth it brings.

“Sorry I forgot the umbrella,” Taehyung says after a moment. “Are you warming up?”

“I’m fine, Tae. How are you?”

“I’m…I…” Taehyung’s mouth falls open and his eyebrows draw together in the middle. His nostrils flare and Jimin grabs a dry washcloth and shoves it into his hand that’s now hovering in front of his face.

“Cover up if you’re going to sneeze. I don’t want your germs getting everywhere.”

“G-germs? It’s…It's just the bubbles,” Taehyung says defensively, his breath hitching unevenly. “It’s the– the scent–” He sneezes, twice in a row, aiming them both into the washcloth. The sound echoes loudly in the bathroom and the movement of his body lurching forward makes the water in the tub slosh around.

“And you were worried about me catching a cold.”

“I didn’t catch a cold! I have a sensitive nose,” Taehyung pouts.

“Mm hmm.” Jimin taps Taehyung’s nose with the tip of his finger. “You sure do, my love.”

Taehyung shudders and sucks in a breath. Jimin quickly reaches out and grabs his shoulder to steady him, but after a couple of uncertain seconds he exhales again without sneezing like Jimin had expected. Instead, he scrubs at his nose with the washcloth and then settles between Jimin’s legs, leaning back against his chest with a sigh that sounds far too congested for Jimin’s liking.

“I’m still cold, Minnie,” he whines with another shiver and a series of rapid sniffles.

“I know, love. Your skin is freezing.” Jimin rubs his hands up and down Taehyung’s arms. “Slide down a little farther and get under the water more,” he tells Taehyung, guiding him to recline more. He takes the washcloth from Taehyung’s hand and holds it to Taehyung’s nose for him. “Blow your nose.”

Taehyung lets both of his hands drop under the water, and they settle on Jimin’s thighs. He blows his nose half-heartedly into the washcloth and then shakes his head back and forth a couple of times.

“Feels like the rain got into my ears, too,” he complains, tilting his head to one side, then the other.

“You poor thing,” Jimin says. “Here, let me wash your hair for you,” he offers, already cupping water in his hands to wet Taehyung’s already wet hair with warm water. When he lathers up shampoo between his palms, Taehyung sniffles and brings a hand out of the water to rub at his nose.

“I don’t like how stuffy you’re sounding right now,” he says and he gently works the shampoo through Taehyung’s hair. “How could you give me your jacket when it was raining so hard? Now you’ve probably gotten yourself sick, and you haven’t stopped shivering since we got home, and–”

A long, wet, irritated sniffle interrupts him.

Jimin sighs.

He cranes his neck and peers at Taehyung’s face. There’s a bit of bubble bath on the end of Taehyung’s nose where he’d rubbed it, and Jimin giggles.

His smile quickly fades, however, when he sees that Taehyung is gearing up for a sneeze.

“Wait– hold on a sec,” he says quickly. “Let me at least rinse your hair fir– oh!” He keeps a hand on Taehyung’s shoulder while he sneezes once, twice, three times, each one louder than the one before.

Jimin sighs. “Nevermind.”

Taehyung spends the rest of the bath sniffling and rubbing at his nose. Jimin makes quick work of rinsing his hair and then washing them both up, then drains the tub and gets out to dry himself off. He goes to fetch them some warm clothes, quickly dressing himself before carrying Taehyung’s clothes back to the bathroom.

When he gets back, Taehyung has his towel wrapped around his waist, but his hair is dripping everywhere and he’s still shivering.

“Dry your hair,” Jimin says, handing Taehyung a second towel. “I’m going to go make some tea.”

“You don’t like tea,” Taehyung responds, confused. He sounds even more congested now that they’re drying off.

“It’s not for me,” Jimin replies with a small smile. “Just dry your hair and get dressed.”

Jimin is just pouring hot water into a mug when he hears footsteps shuffling into the kitchen behind him. He turns around to see Taehyung, dressed in pajama pants and a hoodie, hair still damp and nose still drippy.

“The bath was supposed to warm us up,” Jimin says with a frown when he sees a shiver run through Taehyung. He’s in just a t-shirt and sweatpants himself, and now that the heat is on he feels back to normal. “Are you still cold?”

“Well I've been feeling cold all day, so…” Taehyung trails off, looking sheepish, and Jimin gasps.

“What do you mean you’ve been feeling cold all–”

Taehyung cuts him off, his interrupting sneeze tossing him forward violently, and he stumbles a few steps forward until he’s standing right in front of Jimin.

“Love,” Jimin says, reaching up to push Taehyung’s damp hair back from his face. “That didn’t sound very good.”

Taehyung rubs the bridge of his very red nose and sniffles sadly, but doesn’t say anything.

“Here,” Jimin hands him the mug of tea. “Take this into the living room. I’ll grab a couple of blankets and we can cuddle, okay?”

“Okay,” Taehyung says, but then he quickly holds the mug out until Jimin takes it back. He sneezes again, a drawn out, congested sound, his body tensing like he’s attempting to contain it.

“Oh, Tae,” Jimin says. “It sounds like you’ve actually caught a cold.”

“I don’t wanna have a cold,” Taehyung mumbles.

“I know, love.” Jimin sighs. “Go sit and get comfy.”

He lets Jimin kiss him on the cheek and then takes the tea back and shuffles out to the living room, cradling the mug to his chest.

By the time Jimin gathers up a few blankets, plus a box of tissues and a bottle of cold medicine, Taehyung is curled up on the couch sipping his tea.

Jimin covers him with blankets and arranges everything else on the coffee table, not missing the way Taehyung silently glares at the medicine. He’s still shivering lightly, though the tea seems to be helping a little, and when Jimin sits next to him he lets his head fall on Jimin’s shoulder.

“You could try blowing your nose?” Jimin suggests after listening to Taehyung sniffle for a couple of minutes. He ducks his head to meet Taehyung’s gaze. “Sounding kinda sniffly, there, love.”

Taehyung rubs a finger back and forth under his nose. He flushes under the scrutiny, the redness on his cheeks matching his reddening nostrils.

“Sorry,” he says, scrunching up his nose. “I’m just trying not to sneeze.”

“I can hear that,” Jimin notes. “But,” he counters, “wouldn’t it be better out than in?”

Taehyung doesn’t answer. He takes a long drink of his tea, finishing it off, and then lets Jimin take the mug from him and set it on the coffee table. He grabs the box of tissues while he’s leaning forward and settles back with them in his lap for easy access, smiling when Taehyung rests his head back on his shoulder, still scrubbing at his nose and sniffling.

“Just do it and get it over with, sneezy,” Jimin teases.

“Hmph.” Taehyung burrows closer, burying his face against Jimin’s neck. Jimin can tell he’s sleepy now by the way he’s getting clingier, and he pats the top of his head fondly.

“Are you all warmed up now, at least? Do you want to try to sleep? I’ll cuddle you.”

Taehyung nods, his nose dragging up and down Jimin’s neck. A moment later, when Jimin feels a series of puffs of air across his collarbone, he grabs a tissue from the box in his lap and tuck it into Taehyung’s hand. Taehyung, to his credit, lifts his face away from Jimin’s neck and gets the tissue up to his nose just in time for the impending sneeze to come.

The only problem is that it isn’t just one sneeze.

It’s several sneezes, angry at being held back, fighting to escape in the most explosive way possible, and one tissue isn’t nearly enough of a barrier for the messy result.

Jimin closes his eyes and waits for it to be over.

“I’m so sorry,” Taehyung gasps when he’s done sneezing, out of breath. He pulls what must be ten tissues out of the box and starts to clean up. Jimin cracks one eye open and squints over at him, but he doesn’t have it in him to be mad when he sees how miserable his poor soulmate looks.

“Sorry,” Taehyung apologizes again when he notices Jimin looking at him. “Um…we could go take a bubble bath?”

#bts sickfic #sickfic #sick bts #bts snz #sick taehyung #taehyung snz #caretaker jimin #bts hurt/comfort

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Ok so this may just be a personal pet peeve I have but I can’t STAND when fanfics n such include characters listening to music that makes no sense for them to listen to

To each his own, I know everyone has their own understanding of characters; and self-projection is fun! But it’s just so exhausted and I want something that isn’t just the author using their own taste in music for once

Yes OBVIOUSLY a fictional character listening to mitski in a fan fiction doesn’t matter and I’m upset at nothing but when it’s in every single one, it can really strain the immersion

Don’t get me wrong, I love me some mitski! But variety is important, and can give a character more personality, even in fan works!

So, basically, here are my personal two cents on what I think the tbhk cast would listen to.

(If I come off as a hypocrite I give you the permission to shoot me)

Keep in mind I am not Japanese, nor anything close. My understanding of Japanese music stops at idol-game music and everything after that eludes my little brain. these are just vague ideas, to then be added to by someone more well versed than I, so do as you will. Doesn’t necessarily have to be Japanese music either, music is for everyone! Let teru listen to Rihanna! Have akane listen to one direction! Aoi listens to Belgian death metal! So yeah just take everything I say with a nice, handful of salt.

Yashiro: As shown in a volume extra (I think) Nene plays idol games! So it’s safe to assume that she enjoys J-idol music as well, which makes sense! J-pop fucks. ALSO mentioned in a volume extra, she enjoys jaded-lover-type music, which could encompass music akin to some 90’s J-Rock!

I would put suggestions here! But I am bad at listing artists - SUPER☆GIRLS is like the only J-idol group I listen to don’t hit me. ( 7/10 on the mitski meter: she could, and probably would listen to her, but only lush, only lush.)

Kou: Yeah not gonna lie if someone said he’d listen to weezer I wouldn’t have any reason to disagree, he’s very loser-rock and I mean that in the nicest way possible. Though to me he seems much more like a “I-listen-to-mainstream-rock-because-it-sound-good” type guy, keep in mind tbhk takes place in like 2014-2015 (I think) so whatever band were popular then, he probably listened to just that. Anime openings…fucking….Naruto…also, nightcore….anime openings… live that 2010’s life Kou you deserve it…be cringe…be free. (3/10 on the mitski meter: he wouldn’t, just cause he wouldn’t really encounter her in the wild. Maybe if he was recommended her…but not on his own.)

Hanako: ok look idk what the hell supernatural music sounds like so I’m just going to go off of the time period to which he was alive. Orchestras and Jazz were popular around the 1950s in Japan (along with other more western styles of music) so, that, probably, i don’t know. With Amane’s connection to music (at least vaguely) plays, musicals, and other type performances could’ve been an interest; though for Hanako, I don’t really know if he’d even have any interest in music specifically. So considering that he’d probably just listen to whatever people play around him. (5/10 on the mitski meter: totally possible, but not believable.)

Akane: m starting to blank gimmie a moment. Instrumental. That’s really all I can say. He listens to music when studying, cleaning, or performing any task where he has to focus, so anything rhythmic and calm, something to take up the brain space that isn’t doing the task at hand so he doesn’t get distracted by something else. Video game soundtracks (like Mario or some ambient bullshit), soft pop. He also seems like the kinda guy to just listen to whatever his parents play, so yes most definitely some old shit. Recommendations from Aoi or Nene. Basically just noise, a nice distraction from the horrible horrible world, yknow? (5/10 on the mitski meter: anything goes I s’pose)

Teru: Classical?? I guess?? Dude does not listen to dick, nothing, absolutely fuck all. Old classic, a nice orchestra or quartet. western or eastern it don’t matter, as long as it’s nice, repetitive, and peaceful it’ll do the job just fine. (2/10 on the mitski meter: probably too much for him to handle, man’s constantly on the edge of a mental break mitski’d kill him, maybe if he handled his underlying issues first, but until then no mitski)

Aoi: last one cause I am clocking out. Similar taste to akane, undefined and flexible. probably listens to the same stuff as Nene, though I think she probably enjoys older j-pop, just cause she seems like that, Yknow? Movie soundtracks, Anime soundtracks (shoujou, probably. Precure n such just cause Aoi seems like someone who deserves to heal her inner child, same goes for Akane as well) Similar to Teru she probably also likes the more calmer and downbeat stuff. (8/10 on the mitski meter: totally possible, I’d believe it, but she wouldn’t tell anyone, it’s her special secret.)

Anyway see you next week for more awesome pubg 360 no-scope compilations ninja out

#jibaku shounen hanako kun #jshk #tbhk #toilet bound hanako kun #hot cheese #akane aoi #aoi akane #yashiro nene #nene yashiro #amane yugi #minamoto kou #kou minamoto #minamoto teru #teru minamoto #god I love tagging this totally isn’t a massive inconvenience

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D4T: Page 7 (Lu POV)

//cw: ableist slur and depiction of internalized ableism// go here for more info on d4t

After telling her about his detransition she proceeded to ask a handful of follow up questions (they were pretty incoherent, and he honestly didn’t know enough..), he did his best to answer them until she just told him “srry for so mny questions idk if u can rlly give me what i wnt…for answers i mean! i think i jst need some time to thnk” (so there’s still, a chance they stay friends, hahaha,,, he’s dying ;-;).

But actually tho what the fuck just happened? Lu was so confused… did Alice just ask him out, or ask him to ask her out… why? He’s so… subpar, how long had she liked him??? Her little brother always called him her “boyfriend” to tease her, but he thought the joke was cause of how… mediocre he was. He knew she would say stupid things to make him flustered but, but wasn’t that to get a reaction out of him (plus she teased all her friends). She always did sit close to him when they hung out (but like she’s a girl, girls hug and cuddle and hold each other's hands all the time… right?). Wasn’t there that guy she liked??? Was she playing a prank on him?... no she would say that’s cringe and lame probably… so she likes him. He still can’t begin to process that but, luckily he won’t have too! Since she now knows about how absolutely disgusting his body is she’ll stop having feelings real quick (yay problem solved ;~;)... this sucks, if she had just never liked him it wouldn’t have hurt this much, was she gonna grow cold… like… nvm, he didn’t want to think about that, he didn’t want to think at all actually… she was his only friend (unless you counted his roommate Tanner… he seems nice… they rarely talked tho.) why did he have to like her so much, why did she have to like him back! If she was just not interested he could repress and hide away his feelings as tho they didn’t exist, but instead she ripped his heart out of his chest and now that she knew… she would throw it away. In this moment he wished more than anything he could be a feather floating thru the wind not needing to feel emotions or have thoughts, just going where the universe takes him.

Alice was somewhat more distant than before, but Lu was surprised how much she kept in contact. They didn’t really talk about what happened, which was comforting. He didn’t need to worry about what to say or do to keep her in his life, it was as tho they had an unspoken agreement to not acknowledge it. One day she asks to hangout at his, it was just after a big test so his roommate was out at a party…

trashbag_minister (Lu): “sure thing”

Tranny Mona Lisa (Alice): “yay!”

Tranny Mona Lisa (Alice): “when wll u get here btw”

trashbag_minister (Lu): “around 20 minutes”

Tranny Mona Lisa (Alice): “❤️❤️❤️❤️”

She just sent him hearts, he thinks his brain is about to explode… did she used to send hearts?... he thinks so… maybe, but like it had to mean someth- no… no no no. He wasn’t going to do this, he was going to be normal. She’s his friend.

When he picked her up she waved to him and got in, the car ride was quiet, but that was normal (he was so bad at talking and driving). But when they got out she was a bit quieter than usual, she barely said a word until they got to his dorm. When they did she hesitantly started talking about her life as they often did, but it felt strange, like she was padding for time. After a couple of minutes of this he asked…

Lu: “Is there something you wanna talk about?”

Alice: “...”

she seems more nervous than he’s ever seen her

Alice: “yeah…”

(oh god, dear god, please let it be no big deal)

she is fiddling with the seam of her shirt ever so slightly

Alice: “I don't super know what your detransition means to you…”

Alice: “... i mean, i tried to learn, but there aren’t many… resources or anything”

Alice: “anyway i don’t know what it means, but i still like *you*”

he lets out a deep breath

(thank jesus)

Lu: “Cool…”

Alice: “...”

Alice: “Do you… like me too?”

(shit)

Lu: “Oh… you meant like *like like*.”

Alice glares at him like he just said the stupidest thing in the world

Alice: “Yeah no fucking duh, also who says ‘like like’ past the age of ten”

Lu: “i don’t umm…”

Alice pulls back and once again becomes more timid

Alice: “Do you not? It’s okay if you don’t i… just thought you did…”

Lu: “No i d-do- i do, i just…”

Alice both looks affirmed and confused

Lu: “You shouldn’t,,n’t l-like me.”

Alice: “Why???”

Lu: “Be-be-be-cau-cause you can do better-ter…”

Alice: “That’s retarded!”

Lu: “L-Lys! You can’t sssay that!”

Alice: “Jesus fucking christ Lu, i… i just *fucking confessed to you*, and you respond with the dumbest shit i’ve ever heard, i can respond however the fuck i god damn want!”

Lu: “go-ju-Alice! I- it’s- god like you- you- you could- could have any s-s-ssself respecting man you want, you sh-shouldn’t se–se-set-t-tle for… *me*”

Alice: “I’m not settling, i *like* you, you’re smart and caring and sweet, why wouldn’t i like you.”

Lu: “Why *w-would* you! I’m a fu-fu-fu shit fuck god damn it! I’m a- I’m a fucking pathetic little shit preten-pretending to be a man, i-i-i can b-b-b-barely even s-sb-sp-speak, i…"

she rests a hand on him and looks in his eyes, he didn’t realize he was crying

Alice: “Are you okay?”

Lu: “...ye i just, it’s nothing, my brain is stupid sometimes”

Alice: “That's okay, i’m sorry for getting you worked up."

she smiles up at him

Alice: “I’m just… if you like me and i like you there isn’t any real reason not to date right?”

Lu: “But it’s more,, complicated than that-t”

Alice’s jaw clenches for a second but she takes a somewhat forced breath to relax

Alice: “Why? Why does it have to be?”

Lu: “Because of all the s–st-stuff i said.”

Alice: “But i don’t care about any of that.”

he pulls away from her

Lu: “I don’t even have a f-f-d-di-dick Alice… how would that- how would that even work”

she looks somewhat surprised at that, but responds quickly anyways

Alice: “Tons of people make that work.”

Lu: “But you shouldn’t- you shoulnt have too, your boy-boyfriend should be a real man not a tr-tr-trans girl in denial”

Alice: “You could be my girlfriend then, we don’t hav-”

Lu: “I don’t want to be your girlfriend!”

Alice: “...”

she looks down at her lap where her hands are gripping hard into her pants

Alice: “ok”

they sit like that awkwardly, tensely until…

Alice: “I want to go home”

Lu: “ok… can i go to the bathroom first”

Alice: “of course”

Lu walks into the bathroom, and sits on the floor. What was he doing? She was like the girl of his dreams, and more importantly, his best friend. Was he really gonna throw that all away because of… fuck, he entirely forgot what his point was. He was so scared. For almost a year now, ever since he detransitioned he just… accepted he would never be in a relationship again. But then Alice came in with her unending confidence and had the gall to just… like him, as he is… she didn’t care, not about his body, not about his brain, not about anything… god damn it. He walks out of the bathroom and sits next to Alice, when he approaches she seems to wipe something from her face…

Lu: “What’s wrong?”

(why did he say that jesus christ)

she looks at him like he asked her if she preferred drinking water or vegetable oil

Alice: “...nothing”

Lu: “mhm?”

she looks at the floor

before she could ask him to take her home he put his arm around her

she rests her head on his shoulder

(good sign… here goes nothing)

Lu: “You don’t have to say you’re fine.”

she looks up at him

Alice: “*I am fine*”

(she very obviously isn’t)

Lu spends some time trying to find the right words

(god damn it he is so bad at this)

he holds her cheek

Lu: “Look as your boyfriend, you should- you should tell me when you aren’t ok.”

Alice: “You’re my boyfriend?”

Lu: “I mean, even if i think you have bad taste, who would i be to deny the most b-b-gorgeous woman i-i’ve ever laid eyes on”

(that was the cringiest thing he’s ever said)

but she’s blushing very hard

Alice: “... i… you think i…”

she attempts to compose herself

Alice: “I don’t have bad taste, you’re very…”

Lu: “The point is you should tell me why you feel bad.”

she rolls her eyes but smiles

Alice: “I actually feel alot better now.”

(now Lu wasn’t so autistic that he didn’t *know* it was because of him before, but man did it feel good to hear her pretty much say she felt *better* because of him)

riding that high he kisses her once softly on the lips

Lu: “I hope that means you don’t have to go home right now, cause i,, i really wanna,, be with you a bit longer”

she responds by grabbing onto his shirt and nuzzling further into him

Lu can’t stop the massive smile on his face, as he hugs her tight. Nor does he want to, as he thinks about how lucky he is to be here.

#d4t #webnovel #web fiction #webfiction #web serial #webserial #romance #queer #trans #transgender #detrans #lu #lu d4t #lu d4twebnovel #d4t-webserial

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