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youngseolover · 3 months ago

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Love Fever

pairing: park minju x fem!reader; angst/fluff

synopsis: You two have been friends for a long time, harboring the same feeling without realizing it. Now in college, both of you can't hide it anymore, but also don't have the courage to admit it. All it takes is a little push for all this theater to be undone.

warnings: Jealousy, kisses, skintouch (?)

The heavy raindrops hits your body, the pain exponentially increased due to your high speed on the bike, plus: on a hill. Your hands tightening your grip on the handlebars, you couldn't be careless for even a moment or it would be your death. ‘It’s better to die falling from the bike now than deal with the coach’s lecture for being late, AGAIN’ you thought. As if the universe wanted to silence your thoughts, an unexpected and heated typhoon of air passed by your side, followed by a horn. Thanks to your athletic background, your reflex was present and you managed to control your balance on the bike. It was enough to throw your thoughts away and focus on getting to college alive.

There wasn't much point in trying to surpass the speed of light and almost dying in the process, cause 1, you're already late and 2, you're soaked, soaking wet, almost drowning. After more than 30 minutes 'listening' to the coach's lecture about how you should be more disciplined, be an example for the younger ones and blah blah blah, he comanded you to do a ten running sessions around the football field and, that's right, regardless of whether it was far from stopping raining. Since there wasn't much to do, and you depend on the sports scholarship to get your diploma, you simply followed orders and now you're on the third lap.

Normally you would have no problem finishing the ten laps in less than 40 minutes, you would do it with one foot strapped behind your back. But the problem started when your soaked clothes weighed a ton more, your wet socks rubbed your feet and you definitely hated tight clothes, it was like you were living your biggest nightmare. Apart from the fact that you weren't being rejected by Park Minju. Which would never happen, since it's humanly impossible for you to even be able to think when she's around.

Speaking of the devil. You barely noticed a pair of eyes as deep as the bottom of the sea, which looked more like two 'tapioca pearls', were looking at you affectionately from the covered stands. A chill ran down your spine and like a magnet, the magnetism drew your eyes to a specific corner of the stands. You stopped halfway through your seventh lap and placed a hand over your eyes to avoid the drops of water. Your eyes met hers, the corners of your lips rose automatically. It's like this every time, you can't help it, you never could.

“Yo�� you greeted her as usual as you crossed the small fence that separated the base of the stands from the field. You ran a hand through your hair, throwing it back to rid them of your vision. She smiled, her cheeks slightly flushed.

"Hey. are you late again?” she asked as the distance between you two closed.

Minju covered part of her palm with the sleeve of her pink sweater and wiped away a few drops of water that were dripping on your chin. Your eyes took advantage of her inattention and went over all the delicate features of her face, from her well-defined nose to her shiny, moistened lips. Again, your eyes met each other and neither of you made a move to look away.

“Yeah” it went out as whisper as you scratched the back of your head and an embarrassed laugh escaped your lips. “But it’s not like I’m not used to it, it’s kind of become routine,” you sat on one of the benches and she followed.

“You have to wake up earlier then. You know how important this scholarship is” she scolded you as she slided some strands of your bangs, still damp, stuck to your forehead with her finger. You just nodded. There was no point arguing about your alarm clock never working when right now what you wanted the most was to kiss her and you were fighting all your intrusive thoughts that had accumulated for 15 years.

“I think we better go in or you’re going to catch a cold”, she got up and you followed.

Minju hadn't realized until now, but the equation: white shirt + rainwater = transparent, all your years of effort were noticeable beneath the thin fabric that outlined your entire, not exaggeratedly defined, abdomen and the apparent entrances near the base. Minju felt her heart palpitate hard on her chest and quickly tried to hide the flush on her face by walking in the opposite direction of you, towards the exit of the field (and entrance to the locker room). You smiled, that didn't go unnoticed.

Minju waited sitting on one of the wooden benches in the locker room while you took a hot shower. Her eyes left the cell phone screen to look in the direction of the sound of your footsteps coming towards the lockers, her jaw dropped slightly when she saw that you were only wearing white nylon shorts just above your knees and a black sports bra with the silver 'Nike' symbol, the towel over your head, covering part of your back completed the 'sloppy athlete' look. Drops of water dripping down the length of your hair and traveling all the way down your free abdomen did’nt go unnoticed by her. She turned her attention back to the phone and you turned her your back to open your locker, both of you trying your best to hide your feelings.

While you were focused on not hanging yourself with the collar of your own shirt while wearing it or tripping over your own foot because you were so nervous about being locked in the same room as her, Minju was closely observing the muscles in your back, how your body looked to have been drawn and somehow got off the paper.

“Shall we go?” you asked as you finished putting on your sneakers.

“You need to dry your hair. It won't do any good to go out with this cold with it wet.”, she stopped next to you and twirled a small strand of your hair around her fingers. Your eyes met. “Come here and I’ll dry it for you”.

Since when you two were children, it was common for Minju to lead the way, always holding your hand and you just followed her everywhere, like a very well trained puppy. Even when you entered high school, you thought you could get rid of this habit, but you didn't. Even now at university, it's not like you can't let go, you just don't want to. It was comforting to see the satisfied smile on Park Minju's lips every time you complied with her request, no matter how uncomfortable it was, from watching horror movies to sleeping on the floor so she would be comfortable in your single bed.

As soon as your hair was completely dry you two went to the classrooms block, specifically the art block, you always left Minju first before going to your own class and today would be no different.

“Thank you for helping me” you thanked her and she just nodded.

“See you on the way out. Babai”

“Babai” you said goodbye with a brief wave and ran to your class block, you had already been late for training, you couldn’t afford to be late for class too.

The day thankfully flew by, perhaps because you thought more about Park Minju than you paid attention in class. You got all the questions wrong in the pair activity, you had to ask the teacher to repeat all the questions once again because you 'didn't understand correctly' and worst of all, you were absolutely sure that you spent the whole day with the biggest dumb smile written all over your face. It was the effect she has on you. If Minju was some kind of poison, you weren't too worried about searching for

a cure.

While you were putting your materials in your backpack, someone approached your table, resting part of their body on the edge.

“Are you leaving?”, you just nodded. “Let’s go together then” your eyes looked up to meet your classmate, Son Jiwoo, with her characteristic smile, one that could collect tons of women around the world like a pokeball. But not you, and she knew it, but flirting was in Jiwoo's blood, it's part of her essence.

Laughs filled the barely busy hallway, most of the students must have already left in the first second the bell rang, you no longer minded carrying Jiwoo hanging from your arm like a koala from one side to the other, whispering in your ear by pointing in the direction of someone dressed in a funny way or students running in the rain to catch the bus and then falling. Your eyes searched the entrance in search of 'her', you were about to pick up your phone to send her a message when you saw Minju next to a friend of hers, who by the way, you don't like at all. Your eyes met. Her smile faded in a millisecond, her hand hanging in the air halfway as she shifted her gaze back to Noh Yunah. Unlike yours, Minju's smile grew even wider, her hands squeezing Yunah's arm as she tried to control her own laughter. You felt like your heart had been squeezed just like that inside your body, it was like they were... flirting.

“Y/n” you were literally pulled back to reality when Jiwoo pulled your arm lightly. “Hello, earth to Y/n. Send a signal,” she said through a laugh.

An embarrassed smile escaped your lips as you scratched the back of your neck with your free hand, at this point it was an involuntary habit.

“Sorry,” her smile grew even wider as her eyes traveled in the direction you were looking at and then back at you.

“You’re so down, I can’t believe I’ve lost my chance with you”

You can only look away and laugh at yourself, along with Jiwoo, it's not like she's the first close friend to realize your feelings for Minju. When you had the chance to look in Minju's direction again, she was gone, as was Yunah. You bit the inside of your lip in frustration.

Jiwoo went home and you are now sitting, almost lying down, on the steps of the university entrance waiting for the rain to stop, or at least to lessen a little. Coming home by bike in this storm is not a question and you still hoped to go back like you do every day, on a walk with Minju. Checking your cell phone every twenty seconds wasn't helping to calm your heart, much less remembering the scene of the two of them so close together. It was as if Yunah had stolen your place, which you had worked so hard to get and keep. It was supposed to be you making her smile, it was supposed to be you being touched while she tries to control her laughter, it was you who Minju should pour out all her worries and look for comfort.

“What's with all these sighings?”

Like a speeding arrow, your eyes flew to the voice owner, your head lolling back on your shoulders. You can't stop the corners of your lips from curling up. Minju sat next to you, resting her chest on her knees and embracing them, her cheek resting on her knees and her eyes fixed on you. As if you were a configured robot, your hand went towards her face automatically, but before your feelings could overcome your rationality was faster and you managed to stop the movement in the middle. You hugged your knees, staying in the same position as her.

“The rain won’t stop,” you lied as you rested your chin on your knee, looking out at the almost flooded courtyard.

Silence.

“Can I ask you something?”she broke the ice. You hummed in approval. “You and...” from the corner of your eyes you could see that she is restless, adjusting herself in place so she can look ahead and avoid your gaze. “I mean,” she cleared her throat, her fist clenched in front of her mouth cartoonishly. “Jiwoo... Are you guys something?”, she was playing with her own fingers while looking at the raindrops hitting the concrete in the courtyard.

"What?" you choked, your eyes wide open staring at the person next to you. “Where did you get that from, Minju?”

She must have gathered a lot of courage to be able to ask you that, because she wasn't even able to look in your direction. A breath laughter escaped her lips.

“It’s just that... you two are always together and she’s always so…”, your eyes finally met and you made it your mission to keep them that way.

“So...?” your low tone encouraged her to keep it going. Her lips opened and closed several times, as if she was writing and deleting the same message in differents ways, she bit her lower lip in frustration

“Forget it.”

“Comon'...” you sighed in frustration, your hand running your hair back. “Tell me what happened, don’t you like Jiwoo? Or did she made fun of you?” you were almost begging her to keep talking to you, hearing Minju's soft voice was almost like an addiction for you. “Cause, like, she's kind of clueless and always makes these stupid jokes-“

“I don’t like when she’s with you” escaped from her lips almost like a breath.

Silence.

“Minju, I-“ your courage was cut with a razor sharp edge.

“Minju, y/n” Yunah greeted you both with a smile without showing her teeth. “What are you guys still doing in here?”

“Hi, Yunah. We’re waiting for the rain to stop, sit with us.”

You hated how Minju always be so polite to people, you could never decipher if she was genuinely happy or if she was just being cordial to the others. The two of them quickly engaged in a small conversation, some laughs here, shoulders bumping there. You felt like you were left out there, almost like a trio friendship where one person is always left aside and ends up standing out from the duo.

“I'll be going first” you said while set off towards the courtyard without even giving them the chance to respond and taking advantage of the fact that the weather decided to give a break in the rain.

The sound of the small tennis ball hitting the top of your yellow wall and falling back into your hands was drowned out by the music blasting through your headphones. You love rainy days, especially when it’s saturday, but for some reason you weren't able to enjoy today, you spent practically the whole morning and a good part of the afternoon holed up in your room, listening to music, watching movies, drawing and painting and now playing endlessly this damn ball on that damn wall. All this effort to occupy your mind and not think about... You know, the one who cannot be named, Valdemort of love.

Deep in your thoughts, and feelings, you barely noticed that someone had entered your room. Your eyes widened when hands took your headphone away, bringing you back to reality, the ball passing straight through your hands and falling to the ground. ‘Damn’ you thought.

“I've kind of been calling you for half an hour,” she said in a soft tone, pouting. You sat in the middle of the bed and she followed you, sitting on the edge.

“Sorry, I was zooning out” you remained silent for a few seconds, which, as cliché as it may be, seemed like minutes, neither of you knew how to start this conversation.

“Did something happen? You came out like that yesterday” Minju took the lead, since it was almost impossible for you to do so.

“No” you said while playing with your fingers as if they were the most interesting thing you had ever seen in life, you couldn’t face her. She sighed in defeat.

“Okay, if you don't want to talk, call me when you feel like it” Minju made to get up but you were faster, instinctively holding her wrist tightly. You looked at each other, not like you usually did, something felt different. Your feelings didn't seem to be so platonic anymore.

Your grip eased, now tugging the sleeve of her sweatshirt that she had stolen from you long time ago. You were distracted for a moment, thinking about how that piece of clothing that was almost as tight on you contrasted so much on her tiny body, the sleeves covering her hands, the length going past her waist. Your contact-starved eyes rose to her face, finding the pair of orbs that were already staring at you in longing.

“You know that Yunah likes you, don't you?” it was a rhetorical question, but you needed to hear the answer. “And I’m not saying as a friend.”

"I know"

Silence.

“She confessed”, you didn’t even have a chance to control your own expression, your eyebrows came together tightly and your mouth went dry. “When you left”.

Suddenly it was so hard to breathe, your eyes were burning, your body was so tense that it hurts. And it was all your fault, that's what hurt you the most. Your lack of courage made you start late, while Yunah had already taken the lead a long time ago. You licked your lips as you gathered the courage to ask the real question, trying your best to keep your voice from shaking.

“And you?” escaped like a whisper. She furrowed her eyebrows as if trying to understand the question. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath before asking again. “Did you accept her feelings, Minju?”

“No” her voice firm and calm. Your body relaxed at the response, but only for a short time. “It wouldn’t be fair” at this point Minju’s face was indecipherable, you couldn’t read between the lines of that sentence. And before you could clear your doubts, she cut you off as if she had read your thoughts. “I already like someone”.

‘Ah, of course’ you thought, you didn’t know why you were so surprised by this statement of hers. It's obvious that someone like Minju would be interested in someone, she's always so loving, attached, she always talks about love with her eyes shining. And she's so beautiful, she has no reason to be single, especially in college.

It's not like Minju is incapable of having any suitors, she's beautiful, funny, sweet, loves helping others. It would be easier for another meteor to fall on earth than for her not to be flirted at least once a week when you two walked through the halls of college. What if one of these people caught her eye and she reciprocated? But if that were the case, wouldn't she have told you? Or would she be hiding a relationship so you don't feel pushed aside?

“Okay” was what you managed to find the strength to say. Your hand slid down her wrist, falling into your lap. Your eyes traveled to the desk in front of you, then to the window. You were trying hard to hold back your tears, it would be pathetic to cry now.

“Y/n...”, Minju sit by your side and placed her hand over yours, her thumb caressing the back of your hand. “Hey, seriously. What’s wrong with you these days?” she lightly squeezed your hand, the soft tone of her voice gave you a strenght. It's now or never.

You stared at her, your sharp eyes piercing through hers. Minju felt lightning run down her spine, the hairs on her arms slightly raised. Your hand held hers tightly.

“I like you” just like your eyes, your voice came out firm and objective. You wanted your feelings to reach her, one way or another. “I've liked you since the day I knew there could be something other than friendship between two people” her gaze grew with your outburst. “I like your smile, the way your eyes close and your nose wrinkles when you genuinely laugh. I like your expression when you sing. I like it when you help others without thinking twice” you opened your own Pandora's box and now there was no turning back, it was already done, so all that was left was to dump all the contents and wait for the verdict.

“I like it when you clap when something cheers you up. I also like it when you get embarrassed when someone compliments you, but I get jealous when I’m not the one doing it,” you could feel Minju’s hand tremble beneath yours and you were sure she could feel your sweating on top of hers. “I like it when you hug me, when you lean on me while you laugh. I like how beautiful you look when you’re focused on something,” your hand lifted Minju’s, hanging in the air between the two of you. Your free hand came together halfway, almost as if you was praying for a positive response. “I always get nervous when you bring your face closer to mine when you're telling me a secret, when you hold my hand... when you look at me, just like this”.

“I like you, Park Minju!”

Every second you both spent in silence cracked your heart a little more. Minju hadn't yet absorbed all this flood you poured into her and you, anxious as always, didn't receive any response, not even a measly expression. The weather was already starting to take its toll when, like a divine help, raindrops began to hit your bedroom window, waking you both up. You swallowed hard, you couldn't bear this torture for another minute.

One second you were opening your mouth to speak, the next a pair of hands cupped your face, the third soft, wet, plump lips pressed against yours. As if you had been used to it for years, your eyes shut down the moment your lips connected, sharing a long-desired kiss. While one of your hands resting on Minju's side supported your leaning body, the other caressed her small waist. Minju's hands, previously on your cheeks, now fingered the back of your neck, stroking your hair. As you pulled away due to lack of air, you two burst out laughing when noticed that each other's lips were a vivid red.

“It took you a looong time to gatter up the courage for confess, huh?” Minju said as she twirled a strand of your hair around her index finger. You raised an eyebrow and she rolled her eyes with a teasing smile on her lips. “It’s not like you’re the most subtle stalker in the world” you laughed embarrassedly.

“So you knew?” you asked amidst laughter and she just nodded. “Ah, this is so embarrassing” your hands covered your face. Minju's hearty laugh echoed through the room, you joining her.

“I like you too L/n Y/n” she kissed the spot on your hand that covered your lips. "a lot".

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ineffabildaddy · 8 months ago

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you're a mirror i cannot avoid

south downs crowley pov ficlet for @voluptatiscausa, inspired by this! explicit content incoming!

I realised something, when we moved here. Discovered something new about you, just when I thought I had nothing more to learn. I made an observation, now that we have a medicine cupboard above the sink in the bathroom, its outer panels silver and shining and reflecting the room just as it appears.

You'd never owned a mirror before.

Not to my knowledge. The bookshop didn't have one, nor did your previous dwellings. If we fed the ducks at St. James's Park, you never gave the water's surface more than a glance. You always loved to pause before shop windows, to admire the Savile Row tailors and the Greenwich Market goods, yet you never stopped quite long enough to catch the sight of your face gazing back at you. Instead, you either ducked into the shop without further ado, or bustled on by.

There's nowhere to duck into now, angel, nowhere to bustle towards. You have nothing to acquire but more moments of me, nowhere to be but where we are.

Maybe that's why I see you looking in that bathroom mirror, sometimes. After all, we are country men, now; there is nothing to do here but sit with oneself, nothing to understand but the intricacies of one's own likeness. I can see you trying, as you always have, to grapple with the meat and bones of yourself. Only now, the worry with which you once attempted to reconcile your self-impression with the cold fist of Heaven has flown, like a restless bird whose mother feared it would fall from the nest, soaring high into the cotton tuft of the springtime clouds in adolescent rebellion.

I like watching you look at yourself. Sometimes, when I see you standing still before the bathroom sink, I slink up from behind you, so you can see me coming.

(You always see me coming, angel. Every time. Even when you greet me, as a French prisoner greets his lawless rescuer, with breath-hitched surprise.)

When I've reached you, I splay one hand out on the broad plane of your shoulder, brush idle fingers against the tense of your thigh. I feel you relax beneath me, my nose buried in your shell-pink cheek, watching you drink this new sight in out of the corner of my eye.

You enjoy this, seeing us together. Not still and unchanging like a photograph, but moving, fluid, alive. Once, I even joked that we should acquire a larger mirror, so you could see the look on my face next time you took me on all fours. You chuckled, and asked me would I get lunch started, because you were off out - you had errands to run in the village.

You took the Bentley, came back with a full-length 'looking glass', as you called it. Used a miracle to get it in the car, used a miracle to get it out again, lost the patience to manoeuvre it up to the bedroom. You unpacked it from its box downstairs while I dished up lunch, tugged me up from my seat and backed me into the drawing room once you had eaten your fill.

You pulled our hips together and gripped my jaw to tip my chin up, to bare my neck for you. I felt the surface of your skin whisper a pearl-white wisp of relief when I pressed the pads of my fingers to your bare forearms, just below your rolled-up sleeves. You sunk your teeth into the flush of my throat, the side of your thumb stroking my collarbone, and my core pulsed, my knees wobbled. You smiled wide against my skin.

I begged for you, of course. It's a practice I maintain, though you never deprive me. It reminds us both of the old days, when we met only under cover of darkness and you handled my cunt like it was a cradled secret.

You had me on my hands and knees, pushing back against the upward curve of your length, in no time. You've always been impatient, angel. You barely mustered the composure required to take me by the waist and angle me just right before the mirror, so hurried was your need to feel my hilt flex on the fat tip of your dick.

(I reckon I know why you're partial to having me this way. Even resting my weight on my elbows, I find it a strain to cover my mouth. You can feel what you do to me when you fill me, from the trembling in my thighs and the sheen of sweat coating the small of my back, where you reach to pin my wrists behind me once I surrender my hands to you and collapse my weight onto my shoulders. Still, you like to hear me, though my whimpers emerge twisted and warped from my mouth, my cheek crushed against the soft carpet.)

It was hard to make out where your gaze was focused, from that angle, but when I did look in the mirror as you fucked me slow and deep, I registered that your eyes were fixed upon yourself. Not with vanity, no - pure pride, as the lower curve of your gut rested on my ass, and the strength of your spine helped you hold me steady with one lengthened arm.

You were seeing yourself as you truly were, as you have always been, though you may not have known it till we arrived in the countryside; my guardian, my protector, my one true equal. Your eyes flickered down towards mine, and though my lids were drooping in languid ecstasy, I knew you saw it all within them; every kindness you allowed me to offer you over the years, every truth you internalised when I expressed it over the millennia.

You saw me, and I saw you, and together, we saw something different in each other, something entirely new; that you were no longer yourself, and I was no longer myself. We were no longer small, separate stars, but one bursting supernova, in which neither of us knew where you ended and where I began. We were changed, in a word, we were home, for the very first time, all our wildest hopes fulfilled.

There's a looking glass in every room, now, each one a different size and shape to the next. New ways of looking, new ways of seeing, abound.

I want to go and feed the ducks again. I want to watch you look in the pond, properly this time.

I want to behold what you will find there.

thank you so so much for reading!! comments and reblogs are always always appreciated💙 also available to read on ao3 here:

#good omens #fanfic #yamica

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mothduchess · 4 months ago

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Kitsune HRT Part 2

Pre-Medication --------------------------------

"It wasn't this bad the first time around." That was my first thought as I sat in the park with eyes on the birds flitting about. The various thin layers of my outfit, colored browns and pinks, was decorated with a smattering of crumbs from a delicious sandwich that I had bought an hour earlier. It was the first time I was out of the home in what felt like months, and in large part it was thanks to an accessory I'd dug up out of the bowels of my closet: a fluffy fake fox tail, bought at a convention years ago. Who'd have thought that such a minor purchase would feel like a life preserver nearly a decade later? "Was it really that long?" I looked closer at the park; the rusting metal frames of damaged swing sets and playful slides that I once clambered upon sat side by side the colorful plastics of new play sets. It was hard to recall memories of this place, even being right there. What was that little boy wearing? What did he even like? "Stars, I think?" Two decades later and here I was: an echo of that little boy. My fingers wove together as thoughts passed between my ears as a hollow gust. My cloudy walk down memory lane was cut short by the sound of soft foot falls against the weed-eaten pavement. Looking up, there I beheld a man in cotton white fur and a green shirt that had surely been the warzone for many moths at some point. He wore his smile like a shining helm, ears wobbling atop his head proudly. After staring a few moments, I tucked back into mys- He sat next to me; he was already stretching out his feet and pulling out a water bottle. My senses couldn't help but notice how soft the lightest brush of his fur felt when I scooted to the side. Of course, he wasn't fully a rabbit - patches of human flesh poked through beneath his shirt, and legs seemed off in a way that I had no ability to express. He turned towards me, black pearls gazing at my hunched figure. "You okay?" Mentally, probably not. Physically...? "I... think so." "Shitty heatwave am I right?" "Yeah. Fucking ridiculous. Nice breeze though right?" He chuckled with a few short nods. Judging by how water fell short of his lips and his attempt to catch the droplets, his quasi-snout was a recent shift. "Note to self - buy a straw," he muttered. Words tumbled behind my lips. I wanted to ask him so many questions, but what if I was wrong? There was a chance he wasn't like me for why he chose to change, and I knew how shitty it was to be asked questions out of the blue. That peskering swarm known as anxiety billowed forth from its hive that had nestled itself within my bones. "-iss? Hey, you alright?" Ears that existed only in my daydreams perked up at the question; I turned to face him. "You got water?" "Uhhh... no." He handed over his water bottle with a friendly smile. As I drank, he leaned back for a spot of sun bathing. "Nice tail. Noticed it on my laps." "Thanks. Would've worn some other stuff, but it's a bit warm for that." "Sure. Furry?" "...Dunno." "You don't?" "I'm still figuring things out. Turns out, not all furries are-.... well, apparently furries only *like* anthropomorphic animals. They um. They.... don't...." "This was a mistake. Just leave." I shook my head and went to get up. As I did, he grently grabbed my wrist - my head bolted around in surprise. "Hey. I don't know if my read's wrong on this. Maybe it is. But have you ever looked into making that tail real?" I took a long pause. He was a stranger, in the middle of the park. The rabbit had grabbed my arm, and it felt awkward to simply leave. The clouds overhead began to part, however, with a flock of birds streaming by. "...Yes," I squeaked out. He pulled away, and handed a card. With a quiet farewell salute, he gave a knowing nod and took back to the pavement. My heartbeats matched his steps in tandem as he quietly walked off; my fingers toyed with the hems of the long skirt I wore, my other hand clutching the card and spinning it over. A breeze of wind blew away the buzzing stillness of anxiety. I looked towards the card after a long minute of standing.

I swore I could smell roses.

Kitsune Transition (Pre-Medication) Week 1:

-The tail works!!! So much fewer dysphoric feelings. -kinda sucks with my cute skirts though, need a new anchor -wish it was cold enough for the gloves

-Can't believe that guy gave me this card -(wish I knew his name, thank you rabbit dude)

-Just one small step forwards. You got this.

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#kitsune #kitsune hrt #short story #therian #therian hrt #otherkin #otherkin hrt #trans #transgender #transformation #animal hrt

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channoticedmeuwu · 1 year ago

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𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍 — 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒

p — KANG TAEHYUN × FEM!READER | g — fluff, a few dirty jokes, suggestive if u wanna squint, bsf!taehyun | w — mutual pining, they drinking coffee

A/N — KISS. sorry. I haven't written for taehyun in a solid while so here we go. it will happen again. 🫶 also, the weather is so nice here !! the rain reminded me of drives, so this is v self indulgent hah

🎧 — “MONA LISA” - dominic fike & “LIKE CRAZY” - jimin

taehyun's been your best friend for quite some time now. and to get straight to the point, you didn't feel just best friends anymore. you couldn't exactly remember when you've felt this way about someone, but you can't exactly blame yourself— taehyun was making you forget about anyone else but him.

so imagine your excitement when he called you that late sunday evening, telling you to grab your coat and wallet because he was coming to pick you up to drive around the rain. you remember he licked his lips when you entered, his eyes slowly glazing around your outfit before he chuckled at some joke you don't remember making.

the gush of cold wind from the outside had entered the car when you opened the door, and made his glasses fog up from the temperature difference in & out the car. you giggled at him as he pulled them off to wipe them clean, scowling at you before eventually giving into a smile.

and he'd eye you occasionally while the two of you stood at a red light, the color bleeding through the wet windshield and onto your features as you mouthed the lyrics to a song you chose— holding an invisible mic underneath his chin, before he'd shake his head, and you'd complain, “you're no fun!”

and the two of you sat in a Starbucks parking lot, laughing about how absurd the content of the latest quiz was. soft ‘pitter patter’ echoing as the rain hit the roof of his car, sunroof cover off and absorbing the pale color of the sky illuminating the insides of the car. he was talking about something you don't recall too well, all ears for the way his lips pressed together occasionally mid convo, the way his eyes beamed everytime he smiled, or when he'd stop sometimes to catch his breath from how fast he was speaking. and you remember him asking you, “are you listening?” with a snap of his fingers in front of your face, smirking at you. but he didn't give you a chance to respond— excusing himself to quickly run and bring in the drinks you two ordered.

and you caught the absolute lovesick look you had on in the rear view mirror, feeling suddenly embarrassed. is that how you look at him constantly?

and when he returned, you realized how his aura was just emphasized by the rain. droplets that were not yet absorbed into his hair spread sprinkled upon his bangs like pearls, freckled water upon his cheeks that he was wiping away with the corner of his sleeve— like he was some royalty, with a sparkly hue sprinkling down from the sky itself.

and he caught you staring, turning a shade of pink. “stop looking at me like that.”

and that's when you realized that taehyun looked so pretty in pink— cheeks colored with warmth despite the cold, the corners of his eyes crinkling, applying his chapstick to protect from the cold, making his lips darker as he rubbed them together. and you just shook your head, smacking him and getting back on topic.

“i don't know why you would order a cold drink,” he furrowed his eyebrows at you, eyeing your fingers stir the straw before you took it into your mouth. and his eyes darted away, looking outside instead, suddenly turning red.

“its delicious!”

he scoffed, “and you're stupid.”

“dude, just drink your pumpkin spice or something and shut up.”

“make me.”

“what?”

“huh?”

he bent towards the screen in the car and turned the volume of the song playing up. “i didn't say anything?”

little did you know, cluelessly absorbed with your own feelings, that you didn't realize it wasn't usual for taehyun to take girls in his car out for drives in the rain. or tease them for their drink choices. or let them pick what music plays in his car. or stare at them like he was right now.

taehyun was usually respectful— he didn't really find it his place to nudge someone, or to tell someone that their choices don't fit right with his own. so why didn't you realize that this boy wasn't just toying with you for his own fun, that he didn't actually give a fuck if you drank cold in this weather or not, that he's here in this moment with you as not “just friends.” ?

“you got something on your—” he pointed to your chin, and then rolled his eyes when you missed the spot multiple times. “here?”

“no,” he bent over, suddenly a bit too close for someone who needed to innocently tell a friend that they had a spec of food on their face. he wiped your chin, thumb accidentally (or not) grazing over your bottom lip. “here.”

“oh...”

you felt your lips pressed together when you eyed his features, his glasses falling lower and lower, feeling the drink slip out of your grip from the condensation from the cup. and you giggled, a hand on his chest as he placed his over your own, pushing him slightly away. “thanks, hyun.”

he hummed, clicking the window behind you to open slightly, a gush of cold suddenly entering the car and ruffling your hair. and you yelped, suddenly closing your eyes. “dude, what the fuck!”

and since you were distracted, you didn't see the blush that had settled on his cheeks, and you didn't see him biting his lips as he pulled his drink closer to his lips to take a sip. “fuck. you. ungrateful. good for nothing. dick!” you gave him a smack on his arm with every word, giggles in the car and a warm tingle in your stomach.

“dick!?” he gasped, pouting mockingly, “i liked it when you called me hyun.”

“well, you're a dick, now.” you settled the last of your hair, brushing the rain water out.

“your dick?”

“maybe.”

then after some silence. “dude, that sounds so weird.”

“fuck. yeah, you're right.”

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brownsugarwrites · 10 months ago

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Magnolia.

❥ pairing: Arthur Morgan x fem!reader

❥ warnings: none, fluff, suggestive (if u squint).\

❥ wc: 1.5k

It was the hottest day of the summer, and of course, your mother planned for your family’s BBQ to be hosted today.

Sitting at the vanity, you applied blush to your cheeks, sighing as you gazed at your reflection in the mirror. Setting the makeup down, you put the white bow your mother made for you in your braids before raking a hand through them.

“Honey, the guests are arriving! Come down ‘ere and help me take the food out,” your mother called.

Telling her you were coming down to help, you slipped on some white heels before leaving your bedroom.

The sounds of your shoes could be heard as you descended the steps into the kitchen to help bring out the small finger food outside to the garden.

“You look beautiful sweetheart,” your mother praised, eyes brightening at your attire.

Giving a thank you, you picked up the platter to bring outside.

He watched as you brought the platters full of food out to the garden as everyone congregated. The sky blue dress clinging onto your hips with the white bow holding a bunch of your braids together.

He knew exactly who you were. One of the sweetest girls in this little town the two of you live in. Watching as you bring out the magnolia bouquet to your mother to show her gardening club friends her newest accomplishment. He would think you’re as sweet as those flowers you're holding.

Drinking from his glass of whiskey he listened as your father boasted about his oil company and how business was booming as the sweat dripped from his forehead.

“Here's some water, Daddy,” you said coming up to the group of men intruding into the conversation

“How sweet of you, sweetheart, thank you. I'm sure everyone knows my daughter. Just turned 21 not that long ago,” he beamed as he introduced you to all the men.

Waving shyly, Arthur watched as the sun beamed onto you and a slight orange glow radiated off you. Eyes trailing down to where your pearls sat right above your breasts that were enunciated by your strapless dress.

My, were you a doll to him…Your pink glossed lips with the red blush adorning your cheeks.

“--and this is Mr. Morgan, sweetheart,” your dad said introducing you formally to him.

“Pleasure to meet you, beautiful,” he said flirtatiously, bringing your dainty manicured hand to his lips as you blushed at his gesture.

Hearing your dad scoff under his breath, he smirked in response.

“I'll be back gentlemen. Have to tend to the wife real quick,” your father said to the group of men before leading you away to take you inside

Watching as you looked back at him as you were being dragged away, he sent you a wink. Feeling your cheeks warm in response you turned back around before walking into the house

Finishing his whisky, he sat his glass down before going to talk to the other partygoers.

As the night went on he watched as you sat close to your mother as she mingled with the other wives. You sat idle checking your nails occasionally as you listened to the mothers talk about their sons and how they would love to meet someone as gorgeous as you.

You looked uninterested and very bored with the conversation at hand. Scanning the garden full of partygoers you locked eyes with Arthur as he drank from his glass.

Looking away shyly you excused yourself abruptly from the group of women before walking away to make your way to the front of your estate. You walked to the front where all the carriages were parked as you walked over to the fountain.

“‘Cuse me, miss,” you heard a deep voice ring

“Oh, well, good evening,” you greeted shyly, turning around to see Mr Morgan descending the porch steps.

Making long strides to get to you, he stopped right in front of you before tipping his hat at you

“It's pretty dark out ‘ere, doncha think, sunshine,” he asked, looking into your chocolate eyes.

His voice was so alluring you had to fight to keep the conversation alive

“Well yes, I suppose. I just needed to escape all the gossiping mothers,” you said before giggling.

As the two of you made small talk he got a generous whiff of the gentle scent of the vanilla perfume oil that adorned your body. The rushing of the wind aids in your perfume filling his nose.

“What do you do for your work Mr.Morgan,” you asked curiously.

Biting the inside of his cheek, he thought of a good enough answer to tell you. Knowing your father probably told you something different than what he does to scare you away from him.

“I do a little bit of everything, sweetheart,” he said with a smile.

Giving a ‘hm’ you let it go for now.

“You mind if we sit down by the fountain,” you asked wanting to take the pressure off your feet that heels gave

Inviting you to lead the way the sound of the heels clacking on the pavement as you walked to sit on the marbled edge of the fountain before swinging your legs to the side and crossing them.

Locking eyes with the handsome man in front of you with the scruff facial hair and dark, mysterious eyes you began to grow the slightest bit of nervous. Your father instructed you not to speak to him but here you were in your family's courtyard talking to the man you weren't supposed to be conversing with.

It was thrilling.

All the men your mother brought around weren't as mysterious as the man sitting in front of you. You wanted to learn more about who he was.

“Might I say, you’re gorgeous.” he complimented breaking you from your thoughts

“Why thank you, Mr.Morgan,” you said shyly before playing with your loose braid looking down as your cheeks heated in embarrassment

“You can just call me Arthur, sugar.” he corrected you before putting his hand under your chin so that your eyes could meet again

Gulping in nervousness, you avoided his gaze not wanting to get under whatever spell he was trying to put on you. He was a gorgeous man, and he knew it. You were captivated by him.

“No need to be nervous sweetheart I won't hurt ya” he laughed noticing your wandering eyes before scooting closer to you

Hearing your breath hitch under your breath he smirked. You were adorable, seeing how you got shy under his gaze made him want to test the waters with you. Not caring what your father had to say

“Hey, look at me,” he said gently but with some bass in his voice

Eyes flickering up quickly at him your eyelashes fluttered and you peered into his dark eyes. Bringing his head closer to your neck he laid gentle kisses on your supple skin hearing the low mewls you gave of satisfaction.

“M’daddy said ‘m not supposed to be talking to you, Mr.Morgan.” you hiccuped.

“I told you to call me Arthur sweetheart and aren't you old enough to make decisions for yourself?” he responded as you felt his breath fan over your neck

“Well yes, but I dont wanna get in trouble, sir,” you explained before clearing your throat

Grunting softly at you calling him ‘sir’ he asked if you would like him to stop his teasing ministrations

The thoughts about your father flew out of the window. To hell with him.

Whispering a no you felt him attack your neck before kissing down to get to your collarbone. Leaving light kisses along it, you sighed in pleasure feeling his soft lips upon your skin.

Pulling away he looked into your shimmering eyes that captured the moon before bringing your face towards his to kiss you

“Sweetheart are you out here-?” you heard your father's strong voice ring out

Eyes shooting open you quickly came back to reality before standing up and fixing your dress

“‘M right here Daddy what's wrong,” you asked curiously

“Your mother told me you’d been gone for a moment. Just was checking on ya.”

Seeing Arthur still sitting along the edge of the fountain he looked back at you in confusion

“He’s not messing with ya is he sweetheart?” your father asked becoming protective over you

“No, Daddy he's not. He came out to check up on me” You reassured your father

Giving him a side eye he left it alone before telling you that you needed to come in soon as the party was dying down for the night. Telling him ok you quickly waved him off before going back to Arthur

“‘M sorry bout that Arthur-” you apologized

“‘'s fine, I should get going, sweetheart,” he said while fixing his hat on top of his head

Swiftly giving you a kiss on your lips your eyes fluttering in response you kissed him back before throwing your arms over his neck and propping a foot up as you felt his rough hands go down to your hips to keep you steady

Pulling away, you gave a shy giggle before bidding him goodnight.

“Write me some time, ya hear?” he chuckled before letting you go and kissing you on the cheek

“I-I will!” you exclaimed with a big grin on your pretty face. “Good night, Arthur!”

He watched as you scurried as fast as your heels took you back into your estate before looking back sending a shy wave and closing the front door.

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feverinfeveroutfic · 1 month ago

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Tijuana sunrise | kinktober 2024 | day xxiii.: “olives”

pairing: lars ulrich x oc

prompt: scars

word count: 3583

song: “take me” by image

I woke up cuddled up next to him there in the backseat of my car. Evening had nearly fallen upon us, and yet I could tell right away that the storm had passed all around us. If nothing else, I was more concerned about his motorcycle still parked outside of the car, especially since the winds raged all around us, and yet they had rocked us both to sleep. I was warm laying up close next to him, wrapped up in the Indian blanket and nestled down against the back of the seat itself.

I looked on at his left eye, at the little olive-shaped scar right underneath the arch of his eyebrow. Something about it struck me as odd, especially when it didn’t remind me of a birthmark or anything like that. This small rounded hole in his skin that showed me a story into this boy’s world without an introduction. An entrance without a door.

I reached up to caress his face with nothing more than my fingers. He was still sound asleep, but a smile crept across his face at the feeling of my fingers on him. I pressed my lips to those little cherry ones, and he puckered them after the fact. I moved my fingers up to the crown of his head, just to nudge his hair back from his face.

I couldn’t stop staring at the mark over his eye, however.

It took a moment for him to open his eyes, and when he finally did, it felt as though I found myself in a forest. A thick lush forest even while out in the desert.

“Has the storm passed?” he asked me, and his voice broke with sleep.

“I believe it has,” I replied, and I kept my hand on his head to feel his long, smooth hair. “I don’t hear the winds anymore and I think we can climb on out of here. I’m starting to get hungry again, anyway.”

“Yeah, I am, too,” he answered, and he cleared his throat right then. He shifted about right next to me as if he wanted to roll over, but he and I were squeezed in rather snugly in that backseat. I tried to lift myself up next to him with my other arm, but it was easier said than done with him pressed up against me. He shifted a bit so his back was up against the backs of the front seats, and then he giggled hard right then. I couldn’t help but laugh as well.

He reached up over his head and pushed the door open, and we were met with the cool, damp evening air and that smell of rain having fallen on the ground around us. The sky had been painted a rich royal violet at the very top while the horizon before us was like a watercolor painting with its bright yellow and orange: a few clouds dotted the sky in shades of orange and pink. A chill rang throughout the air, and I wanted him to shut the door again.

But at that point, we had sat up enough so he could climb on out of there and find himself on the grass. However, he nearly lost his balance and fell onto the seat of his pants. He once again laughed, that time a much heartier and louder laugh that echoed out over the grass and the calm waters which lapped against the edge of the shore beyond my car. I crawled out of there so I could stand over him and he could see me from down below. His round face and the little olive-shaped scar under his eyebrow glowed pink and orange from the monsoon sunset in front of us, such that he looked so radiant and round.

So kissable.

Chuckling myself, I climbed out and helped him up to his feet, and he dusted himself off.

Somehow, his bike was still standing, having stood up against the high winds of the lake. The seat was drenched, and small pearls of rainwater dotted the exhaust pipe and the handles, but Rokke was still standing against the kickstand.

He offered to fold up the blanket for me while I handed him his helmet, pristine and shiny under the twilight.

Before we had left Pyramid Lake, I told him to meet me again, but this time out in Virginia City in a couple of days. He was more than happy to come along out there on that bike of his, albeit that I had brought my own helmet.

“I’ll make it completely worth your while,” I assured him, and I kissed him on the cheek. He returned the favor, and then he strapped on his helmet.

I led him out of the valley: I gave one final glimpse into the rear-view mirror to the lake as well as the single headlight of the motorcycle. Against the light, I could see the lake, once again placid and still under the darkening sky.

We gave each other a bone and now it was letting us go.

Meanwhile, I took a glimpse at him every so often in the rear-view mirror all as we made our way out of the valley. He stayed in my mirror all the way back to Carson City; at some point before my place, he turned away and disappeared into the desert night. All I could think about was getting my hands on a new helmet all for myself.

It wasn’t until the next day when I found myself a sparkling emerald green helmet to contrast with my hair as well as the livery of his motorcycle. All the while, I was eager to see him again.

To see him and the little olive-shaped scar over his eye.

He came rolling up to my front door wrapped in that tender leather jacket, a pair of mirrored sunglasses, and a quaint little Mona Lisa smile on his round face.

“Ready?” he asked me in that accent of his.

“I was born ready,” I assured him as I tightened the strap under my chin. I climbed aboard right behind him, and I put my arms around his soft waist. A soft feeling under the tough exterior of the aged dark leather jacket was all I wanted to feel on the way back out of Carson City.

Virginia City was nestled back in the hills outside of Reno, and everything about it gave me the creeps. The fact that the place was a ghost town and surrounded with old abandoned mines, and each and every time I couldn’t help but let my imagination run wild. I swore that some of those tunnels were haunted, especially during that time of year when the sun hung low much sooner and the chill of the monsoon hung in the air around us as the shadows grew long. Even though it was the middle of the day, I could feel that chill around us as we found our way up through the hills and straight into Virginia City.

I especially couldn’t help but let my imagination run wild when I flexed my fingers against his soft belly ensconced in that tough layer of leather. Soft flesh with tough leather and the story of the deep little scar on his brow.

We rode on up past the stretches of sagebrush and pinion pines into the southern edge of the town, and I could hear the echo of the bike’s engine through the canyons and the mouth of the tunnel off to the side.

I had an idea, but it would have to wait once we were done throughout the actual ghost town itself.

He pulled up to the one stoplight on the very edge of town, and he turned his head towards me. I couldn’t hear him, and I pointed to the building off to the right, the white one that looked like an old timey general store. He flashed me a thumbs up, and the light turned green. He made his way up there, whereby we took the second spot on the side of the building, parked in the shadow of the pointed roof. A deep chill settled over my body right then, even though it wasn’t that cold out that morning.

He switched off the bike, and he picked off his helmet.

“What’s over here?” he asked me, and the squeaky sound of his voice penetrated the silence around us like the blade of a knife.

“Only the best candy store in the world,” I answered with a slight click of my tongue. “This is also the kind of town where you walk around and look at everything it has to offer.”

We kept our helmets on the handlebars, and we climbed off the seats and made our way to the walkway of aged rickety wood, faded slightly fallen planks against the glittering asphalt of the streets. He held out a hand for me to take, even though there was only step for the actual walkway itself.

“Do you know why the streets here are so sparkly?” he asked me with a glimpse out to Main Street on our left, in which the asphalt sparkled the same way that he made me sparkle, all under the morning sunlight,

“Silver,” I replied. “This whole town is built upon veins of silver because back then, during the Gold Rush and this town’s heyday, they saw silver as completely worthless so they paved all the streets with it. Quite the surprise they found themselves in when they realized that silver is anything but worthless. There’s all the tunnels and abandoned

He smiled at that, but his face lit up when we both caught a whiff of the confectionery and sugar cooking next to us. His face lit up even more when we saw the candy apples and big spiraled lollipops in the window next to us. I never saw myself as the romantic type, but when I walked about with him on that aged wooden walkway, I thought about holding his hand. I still never learned his name, but I wanted to hold him and feel him for much longer as we roamed about that ghost town, and especially when we made our way into the candy store.

He was all the more eager to take a big lollipop for himself, while I helped myself to a box of fudge for the two of us. But then I remembered the biggest part of the shop itself, and more so when he pointed it out to me. Several wooden barrels around the rim of the main room filled with saltwater taffy, and he looked on at me with that quaint little smile once again on his face.

“Like I need more sugar in my belly,” he joked to me with a little twirl of the lollipop.

I showed him a sample of a root beer saltwater taffy, which he gladly took with his mouth open and his little velvet tongue ready for me. I placed it on the pad of his tongue, and he closed his mouth, and all the while, he locked eyes with me. Fresh green eyes like the freshest of spearmint. I let my eyes wander up to the scar over his left eye, and he raised that eyebrow in particular at me.

“I see you see my mark,” he said in a soft voice as he swallowed down the sample.

“Let me show you my scars,” I coaxed him.

“Gladly, and—wow, that was delicious,” he remarked, and his face lit up. “Let us have some more sugar and candy.”

I offered to buy us a bag of taffy, as well as the fudge and his lollipop, and soon, we doubled back out to the street once again. A cool breeze swept over us as only a few people roamed about Main Street before us.

“Shall we have a bit of breakfast?” he offered me.

“We shall.”

“And let me buy it this time, my sweet,” he added with a smile dotted with dimples and little apple cheeks. He held the bag of candy under his arm, and then he took me by the hand again, and we padded across the deserted street to the restaurant right across the way from us, the one that resembled to an old saloon.

We were met with a heavy wooden bar on the right of the room and an expanse of tables on the left, but he was all the more eager to take to the bar before the bottles of whiskey and sarsaparilla on display.

“We cannot show off each other’s scars without a little nosh first,” he assured me with a little wag of his finger and another quaint smile on his face.

“Agreed.”

It reminded me of our breakfast the two days before at Heidi’s, except this time, he shared with me his cup of black tea with not a grain of sugar or drop of cream inside.

“Just the raw tea by itself?” I asked him as he let the bag steep in the white china mug before him.

“Just the raw tea,” he replied. “You know. I like it raw.”

“As do I,” I told him, and I couldn’t resist the smile on my face, either.

“You like it raw, too?” he echoed me, and he unleashed that little giggle again, a sound that made me think of two wine glasses tinkling together.

“Raw like a scar,” I added with a nod, and he squinted his eyes at me.

Our food arrived in time, albeit on big emerald green plates that made me think of fancy fine china, and we indulged in our breakfast in quietude. It wasn’t until we had finished and took a stroll about the inside of the restaurant, which we soon found out was in fact a general store. New to me, especially since I hadn’t been away from Virginia City for very long.

He picked up a cup from the shelf on the side of the room, and he showed me the picture of the Savage Mine and the Sutro Tunnel as well as the veins of silver from the Comstock Lode on the other side.

“Now, that’s one hell of a teacup,” I told him.

And without another word, he bought it for himself. He then bought me one, one that had a pinion pine on the side.

We doubled back outside with our bellies satisfied and our candy and mugs tucked away under our arms. I tried to remember the way over to the mouth of the Savage Mine itself. It was as if he had read my mind right then.

“Perhaps we should go to one of these tunnels and explore a little bit more?” he volunteered with a gesture up the street, as if to insinuate the mouth of the one on the edge of town, the one by the stoplight.

“Most of those tunnels are sealed off,” I told him. “Dunno about that one, though. And I’m trying to remember the way to the Savage Mine itself, too.”

“The mine or the Sutro Tunnel?” he asked me.

“The mine. The tunnel is over in Dayton. But maybe, we can in fact go to the mine entrance and hang out there, barring it doesn’t get dark soon.”

“It’s ten-thirty in the morning, I doubt it is going to get dark soon,” he assured me with a smile and a flick of his eyebrows. I still couldn’t stop staring at the mark under his left eyebrow. “Do you remember where the mine is?”

“It’s in that direction,” I replied with a gesture towards the direction of the sun.

“Let us drive over there,” he suggested, and he flashed me a wink. We strode on back across the street for our helmets again and our things in the rack part of the seats so we could travel about with no problems whatsoever.

He fired up Rokke again, and I pointed down the street off to the right. He nodded, and we got rolling once again. Ornate Victorian-style houses and shacks lined the sides of the pavement all the way out towards the desert, the scraggly brush and the low pines about the barren landscape around us. Eventually, we caught the signs telling us about the Savage Mine and a monument to the Comstock Lode on the side of the road as we came on closer.

We were met with an expanse of flat ground lined with low bushes of silvery sagebrush and bright mustard yellow rabbit brush: right in front of us stood the vast entrance of the mine, partially sealed off with weathered and rotted planks: a single lightbulb and a rusted pull chain hung right above the entrance. We took off our helmets and walked on over to the lightbulb in question, and the cold of the earth and the tunnel inside washed over me. Though it was a nice morning, I shivered there at the entrance.

“I don’t know if we can even go in there,” I confessed him. “Especially when it’s mostly closed off.”

“Don’t tell me you’re afraid,” he quipped, and I could see the look of concern on his face. Without another word, he sank down onto the fine soil in a cross-legged position: I spotted the big piece of sandstone about the size of a tennis ball right next to his knee. I sat down across from him, also in a cross-legged position, but then he gestured for me to sit next to him.

I picked myself up and did just that. No sooner did I do that when he reclined back onto his elbows and showed me his body.

“So, where are those scars you were telling me about?” he asked me with a clearing of his throat.

I sighed through my nose and then, I stood up and dropped my pants. We were alone with nothing more than the partially shut mine behind us, so I could do it without the worry of someone looking at us. He took off his jacket, and he lay it down on the dirt where I was sitting; I sat back down again, and I showed him a small olive-shaped scar, a tiny pale white spot on the side of my right kneecap.

“I got this when I was about ten,” I explained to him. “I fell off my bike pretty bad. I remember I went around a manhole cover and I leaned over a little too far. I fell off and skinned it all the way down to the bone.”

He grimaced at that, and then he brought his fingers down to the little white spot on my right knee. Gently, he fondled that soft skin as if he was giving me a massage.

“Allow me,” he beckoned me, and he held his lips down to my knee. He kissed my scar with those soft cherry lips, once, twice, five times.

He then lifted his gaze and locked eyes with me.

I could feel it. I could especially feel it with the mine shaft right behind us.

He moved his lips to the inside of my thigh, a line of kisses all the way down to my panties. Using one finger, he tugged them back, and he brought his lips to the inside of my crotch. He moved into my lips and my hood, which partially closed me off from the swipe of his tongue.

I never thought I would be eaten out at the mouth of the Savage Mine, three miles away from the Sutro Tunnel, but there I was, and there we were. I reclined back on my elbows and I let his tongue do the work. I gasped, and I let out a low groan. Though the mine was partially sealed off, my voice echoed through the shaft and the tunnels. I knew someone on the other side was going to see the place as haunted, especially when I saw it as haunted, but for a different reason.

The tip of his tongue hit the head of my clit, and I groaned again. My voice echoed through the mine, against the winds around us.

“Left…” I guided him. “Left…”

My voice was ghostly against the depth of the mine behind us. His tongue touched the left side of my clit. He got me right where I wanted it.

I tilted my head back. I arched my back. I let out another groan, a louder one that time, and one that I swore was going to wake the spirits that haunted the mines. I returned my gaze to him right as he crawled over my body with one hand on his own shaft.

Breathing hard, my elbows gave out and I fell onto his jacket. He grinned at me, and he put his free hand on the side of my face. He kissed me on the lips, to which I put my own hand on his face to better feel him against me.

He then held back and locked eyes with me for a moment. Those soft spearmint eyes, like a breath of fresh air, or a breath of sagebrush following a monsoonal rainfall.

“Let’s get out of here,” he gently suggested to me, and his voice echoed around the mine shaft as well.

I couldn’t help but laugh to myself when I remembered that Sutro was a German man and probably had an accent just like him.

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Playground Rivals: Ken x Fem Reader

Chapter 1

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There once was a sandy island, not a building on site. The only presence of life being the little girls in their dresses playing with their toys.

Since the beginning of time, Since the first little girl ever existed, there have been dolls. But the dolls were always and forever baby dolls.

The girls who played with them could only play as mothers, Which can be fun, at least for a while anyway.

This continued until Barbie was created.

The girls surround a giant sized Barbie, looking on in fascination with the doll. A little blonde girl with glasses glances at the doll in her hand, she raises it above her head and starts to smash the remaining baby dolls with conviction. The other girls joined in her rampage. Once she finishes the job she throws the last one in the air.

Barbie changed everything.

She might have started out as just a lady in a bathing suit, but she became so much more.

She had her own money,

Her own house,

Her own car,

Her own career.

Because Barbie can be anything, Women could be anything.

Thanks to Barbie all problems of feminism and equal rights have been solved.

At least that's what the Barbies think.

The roof on one of the Barbies' dream houses opens up, revealing inside a sleeping Barbie on her pink heart shaped bed.

Here's one of those Barbies now, living her best day every day.

Barbie wakes up with a big smile on her face, throwing her covers off and getting her day started.

She walks off to the side somehow ending up on the floor below her bedroom, heading towards her bathroom. She turns on the shower, bathing in her warm none existent water. Once she gets out she heads to her closet opening it to reveal a long pink and white dress with different accessories surrounding it. She puts on the dress dawning a pearl white necklace, flower earrings and a pink bow. The outfit was soon replaced by a dark pink suit ready for the next day.

Barbie sits in front of the mirror that had no reflection and starts brushing her long, flowy hair. Sliding down her pink slide onto her plastic pool, making her way through the door towards her kitchen.

She opens her fridge grabbing a carton of milk then a plate catching a heart shaped waffle on it with whipped cream on top.

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"Hi Barbie!"

"Hi Skipper!"

"Hi Barbie!"

"Hi Midge!"

Barbies were always greeted by everyone.

Barbies greeted Barbies,

Skippers greeted Barbies,

Midges greeted Barbies,

Allan greeted Barbies,

Kens especially greeted Barbies.

But there were a few people who wouldn't even look at Barbie.

"Hey Raquelle."

The brunette, Barbie had spoken to rolled her eyes at the girl before pulling the red shades in her hair down.

"Wanna ride home?"

The brunette turned her nose up at Barbie and quickened her pace leaving behind Barbie whose car wasn't moving very fast. Barbie always shrugged off her interactions with Raquelle, but part of her couldn't understand why Raquelle didn't like her, everyone liked Barbie.

"Hi Barbie."

"Hi Barbie!!"

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Barbie has a great day every day.

But Ken only has a great day if Barbie looks at him.

Barbie walked onto the beach after parking her car. Her long dress now a much short beach outfit paired with a shell necklace and shell earrings, her hair was now pulled into a ponytail and she wore a pink and white hat to match the outfit she was wearing.

"Hi Barbie!!!"

Barbie smiles and turns in the direction of her friend, waving at him earning a smile from him.

"Hi, Ken."

"Hi, Barbie."

"Hi, Ken."

A chain reaction was set off. Everybody was talking over each other to say 'Hi' to the other.

"Hey, Barbie. Check me out."

Barbie nods in the direction of Ken. He bent his knees, surfboard in hand, staring at the plastic wave. He took a nervous breath, shaking off the nerves before running full force towards the wave. That was not a great Idea.

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On the other side of Barbieland was a huge mansion. The mansion was the epitome of vanity. The mansion was a Victorian style with auburn shingled roofs, the owner of said building had the exterior painted in her favorite color purple, she had columns built around the house each with her initial R. A lush lawn surrounded the outside of the mansion leaving a little walkway in-between. A little pass the walkway was a golden gate with the initial R. In golden accents, pass the gate was the owner sitting by her plastic pool next to a golden statue of herself.

This is Raquelle, she was made in opposition to Barbie. She starts her day off waking up, dressing in her red swimsuit and tanning next to her pool in the plastic sun.

Raquelle pulls out a golden mirror checking out her tan.

Some Barbies would call her vain or self-centered, they wouldn't be entirely wrong but they wouldn't be entirely right either.

"Brrg, oh a text."

Raquelle pulls out her purple phone to read the same message that's on every plastic phone made in Barbieland. She reads the message before rolling her eyes and tossing the phone to the side.

"A party at Barbie's, how yesterday."

"ARE YOU SERIOUS!!"

Raquelle rolls her eyes again, getting up and walking in towards the house knowing her moment of peace was over for the day.

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Raquelle walks into the house, she looks in the direction of her dining room noticing her sister placing three plates filled with plastic waffles on the table. A smirk playing on the (h/c) haired girl's lips. An angry brunette storms into the room, blue faced. The (h/c) head bursts out in laughter once his glare falls onto her.

"How could you do this to me?! You know I have a show tonight."

The brunette points to his face, walking up to his giggling sibling and grabbing the bottom of her apron trying to wipe it off.

These were Raquelle's siblings, Ryan and Y/n. Ryan was made in opposition to Ken. Being Raquelle's twin brother, he also was conceited. He considered himself a serious artist doesn't mean he always was one. Y/n was their self proclaimed younger sister. The two basically took her in, she had no family or dream house or official job until she met the two.

"It's a joke, Ryan."

"My face is blue."

The brunette tried to hold his glare on the girl but her giggles were breaking the front he was trying to hold. Raquelle watches the two shaking her head before getting a cloth and holding it under the sink, she turns the knob checking the temperature of the none existent water before holding the cloth under it. She walks up to her twin and starts to wipe the blue residue off of his face.

"I'm sorry, Ryan. I swear it was supposed to be harmless."

"It's all good. Just.. Y'know sleep with one eye open."

He makes eye contact with the younger girl with an evil glint in his eye before leaving to get dressed.

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The three pulled into the beach area of Barbieland, walking out of Ryan's car in coordinated outfits. Raquelle wore a black tank top, black cover up drapped over with red roses and green leaves embroidered on in, and black shorts and sandals, finishing her look wearing a pair of red shades. Y/n wore a black tank top with a black cover up embroidered with red flowers on top, black shorts and red sandals with a pair of clip on golden hoop earrings. Ryan wore a black hawaiian shirt that had red leaves on one side of the shirt and black pants with black tennis shoes. The three strike a pose, Raquelle and Ryan waiting to be noticed and Y/n looking for a specific blonde hair cutie.

"Hiya Y/n!"

The three turned in the direction of the voice. Y/n smile grows as the blonde makes his way over to her. She lifts her hand up in a wave receiving a glare from her brother as she does so.

"Hi Ken!"

Ken's plastic heart skipped a beat when their eyes met. She makes a move to walk towards him but gets pulled back by the brunette boy beside her.

I know we said Ken only has a good day when Barbie looks at him but he has an even better day when it's Y/n. Even though Ken enjoys her attention, he feels guilty as if he's doing something he isn't supposed to.

Kens were meant to love Barbie and Barbie alone. Yet this Ken couldn't help shifting his eyes towards the other doll that was in his life. The one doll that treated him like more than just a sidekick or an annoyance.

Raquelle was aware of the secret glances the two would give each other when Barbie wasn't looking and the dorky smiles that would be on their faces when they caught a glance of the other walking past. She understood very well the feelings her sister was going through as she herself was very taken with this particular Ken at one point in time. When she had first noticed her sister's affection for the doll she was upset, she had already had to compete with Barbie for his attention and now she had to compete with her sister as well but after realizing how much the two dolls cared for each other she decided to back off, wanting her sister to be happy.

Ryan was also well aware of this fact and he hated it. He did everything in his power to keep the two apart, pull his sister in the opposite direction, place a towel on a hole he dug just for Allan to ruin it by falling into it instead, he even convinced Simu! Ken to flirt with his sister; Ken was jealous for a short moment before his sister started being bolder in her attempts to flirt with Ken.

"Barbie invited me to her big blowout party."

Ken goes to grab Y/n's hands only for Ryan to swat them away. Ken just sends her a sheepish grin.

"I was wondering if you wanted to come and maybe we could dance a little."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

The three all look at each other, the (h/c) girl clearly upset by her siblings answer. Raquelle gave her an apologetic look while Ryan glared at a sadden Ken.

"Nothing personal but we aren't really, Barbie's favorite people and she isn't ours. It's best we stay out of each other's way."

"Plus I have a concert tonight."

Ryan pulls his little sister to his side shaking her a little as he does so.

"Y/n has to be there. She's my pianist. You wouldn't want our show to flop now would you Kenny boy?"

Y/n mouths a quick 'sorry' before her siblings pulls her away away from the sad doll, his ocean eyes following her figure.

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Y/n was able to finally get some time away from her siblings. Raquelle noticed said girl moping around after the whole Ken interaction and sent her to grab them ice creams. Ryan play his guitar to serenade some Barbies, She sat with him rolling her eyes every time he would stop to flirt with a Barbie. She had got Kingsley!Ken to help Y/n carry the ice cream back.

"Here you go Y/n."

Ken handed her two strawberry sundaes and held on to the (f/ic) cone for her, following her towards the direction of her siblings.

"Hey Y/n, Hi Ken!!"

Both dolls turned and saw the sunshine that was Barbie headed their way. She waved at the two, making her way over.

"I feel like I haven't seen you all morning."

Contrary to what Raquelle believed Y/n and Barbie actually had a good relationship with each other. She would even consider Barbie her best friend. She was the only Barbie that really made an effort to talk to her in spite of who her siblings were. Though she doesn't know if she was Barbie's.

"Yeah, being around Raquelle will do that."

The blonde thought about that for a second, she looked like she wanted to ask a question but decided against it. Barbie grabs Y/n hands and pulls her closer to her, a big mischievous smile on her face.

"You have to come to my party."

Barbie had a party every night.

Everyday Barbie invited Y/n to come to said party.

Every night the party would end in a girls night.

Every night Y/n wished she could be apart of those girls nights.

Everyday Y/n would have to reject Barbie.

While this hurt Y/n to repeatedly tell her friend 'no,' she didn't want to break the trust of her sister. She also didn't want to be part of the dolls that excluded her sister.

But who wants to see the rejected look on their friend's face every single time this situation happens.

"They don't have to know."

"What?"

"She doesn't have to know, I really want you there tonight."

"Barbie, I can't."

This scenario would never happen. Everyday was the same.

Barbie knew what was coming she heard it everyday but today will NOT be that day.

"What if this is the last party I ever have?"

It all started the same.

It all ended the same.

And yet....

"Y/n, what do you say?"

What do you say?

#ken x reader #ken x you #ken x y/n #ken #barbie #ryan gosling #margot robbie #camila mendes #nick jonas #barbie 2023 #raquelle barbie #ryan barbie #Spotify #ryan gosling x reader

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pinkpearlwaterpark1 · 8 months ago

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Family Fun Galore: Planning a Trip to a Resort with Water Park at Pink Pearl

Introduction

Embark on an unforgettable adventure at Pink Pearl Resort with Water Park, a paradise for families seeking fun and relaxation in Jaipur. In this guide, we'll explore everything you need to know about planning the perfect getaway to this vibrant destination.

Location and Address

Water Park in Jaipur is conveniently located in the heart of Pink City, making it easily accessible for visitors from all around. Situated at Ajmer-Jaipur Expressway Near Mahapura, the resort offers hassle-free directions, whether you're travelling by car or public transportation.

Ticket Prices and Packages

When it comes to ticket prices, Jaipur Water Park offers flexible options to suit every budget. From single-day passes to exclusive family packages, there's something for everyone. Be sure to check out their website for the latest deals and discounts, ensuring you make the most of your visit.

Attractions at Pink Pearl

Get ready for non-stop thrills and excitement with an array of attractions at Pink Pearl. Whether you're sliding down towering water slides or lounging in the lazy river, there's never a dull moment. Don't miss out on the newest addition, "Splash Adventure," promising adrenaline-pumping fun for the whole family.

Dining Options

After working up an appetite, indulge in a culinary feast at one of Pink Pearl's renowned restaurants. From authentic Indian cuisine to international favourites, there's a dining experience to satisfy every palate. Sit back, relax, and enjoy delicious meals amidst the picturesque surroundings of the resort.

Accommodation

Extend your stay at our Resort by booking one of their luxurious accommodations. Choose from spacious rooms or private villas, each offering modern amenities and breathtaking views. With convenient booking options available online, securing your dream accommodation has never been easier.

Safety Measures

At the water park safety is their top priority. Rest assured knowing that stringent health and safety protocols are in place throughout the water park. From trained lifeguards to emergency response procedures, every measure is taken to ensure a worry-free experience for guests of all ages.

Entertainment Activities

In addition to the water park, we offer a variety of entertainment activities to keep the whole family entertained. From outdoor games to live performances, there's always something exciting happening at the resort. Don't miss the chance to create unforgettable memories with your loved ones.

Customer Reviews

But don't just take our word for it. Hear what previous visitors have to say about their experience at Pink Pearl. With glowing testimonials and high ratings on TripAdvisor and other platforms, it's clear that this is a must-visit destination for families in Jaipur.

Conclusion

With its thrilling rides, delectable dining options, and luxurious accommodations, Pink Pearl Resort offers the ultimate family getaway in Jaipur. Start planning your trip today and create memories that will last a lifetime.

#Water Park in Jaipur #Jaipur Water Park #Water Park #Resort with Water Park #pink pearl water park #pink pearl #water park near me

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pinkpearl11 · 2 years ago

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Fun City Jaipur: Experience the Ultimate Fun and Entertainment in Pink City

Jaipur is known for its rich culture, historical monuments, and exquisite food, but it is also a hub for fun and adventure. Fun City Jaipur is one of the best destinations for family and friends to spend a day filled with thrilling activities.

Located in the Pink City, Fun City offers a wide range of attractions, including rides, arcade games, and activities for all age groups. From bumper cars to roller coasters and water slides, this amusement park has it all. The park also offers exciting activities like laser tag, bowling, and go-karting, making it a perfect spot for adventure seekers.

For those who prefer to take it easy, the park has several eateries and cafes where you can sit back and enjoy some refreshments while taking in the lively atmosphere. With so much to do, Fun City Jaipur is a must-visit destination for anyone looking for a day filled with excitement and entertainment.

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nikkotinamide · 1 year ago

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Master List of BL Manga/Manhwa Read

All on this list made an impression - art style or storytelling or themes. I've definitely read more than this...

Japanese

Suzumaru Minta

Golden Sparkle

Kanshakudama no Love Song

Jyanome

Tasogare Outfocus

Yoiyoi Monologue

Zanzou slow motion

Sakura Rico

Thoroughbred wa Nabikanai

Thoroughbred wa Yuruganai

Niyama

Boku no Omawari-san

Goriyou wa Keikakuteki ni

Gohoubi wa Shitsuke no Ato

Yukue Moegi

Naked Sword and the Tree Peony of Black

Shinobeba Koi

Josee

Boku wa Shitteiru

Hayane Dento

See You Later, Mermaid

Born to Love you

Enzou

Mother's Spirit

Matsumoto Ayaka

Mitsuya Sensei no Keikakuteki na Edzuke

Tsuba Daeki

Hanagara Tsumi

Hasumi Hana

Remnant JUJIN Omegaverse

Usui Iroha

Oreshika Shiranai Karada

Boku Wa Kimi Dake No Mono

Shikke

Pink Heart Jam

Harekawa Shinta

Senpai, Danjite Koidewa!

Syaku

Kujira no Oshitate-san

Marukido Maki

The End of the World, With You

Serizawa Tomo

Snow Fairy

Hayakawa Nojiko

Yozora no Sumikko de

Itsuki Makoto

Muri Marriage

Nanatsuno Wataru

Hatsukoi Encounter

Taka

Shitsuren Junky

Tokokura Miya

Life Senjou no Bokura

Akabeko

Shounen no Kyoukai

Harada

Color Recipe

Korean

Juns

Dark Heaven 😭

Boreum

Mom, I'm Gay

Ker

Sign

Park Ji Yeon

Wolf in the House

Momentum 🥲

Dorook

Keeper of the Pearl 😢

Bbong

Never Understand

Son Gae Pi & Charlie Charcot

Hell & High Water

Jaxx & Jang Mokdan

Walk on Water

Chilyong

Like a Tidal Wave

Solanine & Maki

Prince Bari

Milla & Yalgae

Oh! My Assistant

Fairytale

Inner Beauty

Chinese

Old Xian

19 Days

DJun

Here U Are

Lin Lang

Hyacinth

Choda

10 Years Where I Loved You the Most (adapted from 最爱你的那十年)

#for myself #for posterity #reds are my ults #oranges are close seconds #blues are those i can't read again

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numetaljackdog · 2 years ago

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Top 100 favorite albums as of March 2023 (full list under cut)

1. Radiohead - Amnesiac

2. Linkin Park - Hybrid Theory (Bonus Edition)

3. Rina Sawayama - Sawayama (Deluxe Edition)

4. Black Dresses - Forget Your Own Face

5. 100 gecs - 10000 gecs

6. Laura Les - i just dont wanna name it anything with "beach" in the title

7. 100 gecs - 1000 gecs

8. Bring Me the Horizon - Sempiternal (Deluxe Edition)

9. Linkin Park - Meteora

10. Linkin Park - A Thousand Suns

11. System of a Down - Toxicity

12. Radiohead - Kid A

13. Toby Fox - UNDERTALE Soundtrack

14. Linkin Park - Reanimation

15. My Chemical Romance - The Black Parade / Living with Ghosts (The 10th Anniversary Edition)

16. Radiohead - OK Computer

17. Against Me! - Transgender Dysphoria Blues

18. Linkin Park - Minutes to Midnight (Deluxe Version)

19. 100 gecs - 100 gecs

20. My Chemical Romance - Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge

21. Laura Les - hello kitty skates to the fuckin CEMETARY

22. Torres - Silver Tongue

23. Left At London - t.i.a.p.f.y.h.

24. Nirvana - Nevermind (Deluxe Edition)

25. food house, Gupi & Fraxiom - Food House

26. Chevelle - Wonder What's Next (Expanded Edition)

27. Tallah - Matriphagy

28. Breaking Benjamin - Dear Agony

29. Motionless in White - Creatures (Deluxe Edition)

30. Limp Bizkit - Significant Other (Explicit Version)

31. Limp Bizkit - Three Dollar Bill, Y'all $

32. Ada Rook - UGLY DEATH NO REDEMPTION ANGEL CURSE I LOVE YOU

33. Laura Jane Grace - Stay Alive

34. Jethro Tull - Aqualung

35. Fontaines D.C. - Skinty Fia

36. BACKxWASH - HIS HAPPINESS SHALL COME FIRST EVEN THOUGH WE ARE SUFFERING

37. Bayside - Interrobang

38. Black Dresses - Forever In Your Heart

39. Three Days Grace - One-X

40. Sophie - Oil of Every Pearl's Un-Insides

41. 100 gecs - Snake Eyes

42. Linkin Park - Hybrid Theory EP

43. Kittie - Spit

44. BACKxWASH - I LIE HERE BURIED WITH MY RINGS AND MY DRESSES

45. Pink Floyd - Wish You Were Here

46. Toby Fox - Deltarune Chapter 2 (Original Game Soundtrack)

47. Chongo - Mad Rat Monday

48. Nine Inch Nails - The Downward Spiral

49. Motionless in White - Infamous (Deluxe Edition)

50. Indigo Girls - Indigo Girls (Expanded Edition)

51. Talking Heads - Remain In Light (Deluxe Version)

52. My Chemical Romance - I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love

53. Spineshank - The Height of Callousness [Special Edition]

54. The Used - The Used

55. Linkin Park - Live in Texas

56. Baroness - Yellow & Green

57. Death Grips - The Money Store

58. Nirvana - In Utero - 20th Anniversary Remaster

59. Hozier - Wasteland, Baby!

60. Radiohead - In Rainbows

61. Bring Me the Horizon - There Is a Hell, Believe Me I've Seen It. There Is a Heaven, Let's Keep It a Secret

62. Three Days Grace - Human

63. Kendrick Lamar - To Pimp a Butterfly

64. Limp Bizkit - The Unquestionable Truth (Pt. 1)

65. Kate Bush - Hounds of Love (2018 Remaster)

66. Bring Me the Horizon - POST HUMAN: SURVIVAL HORROR

67. Bring Me the Horizon - That's The Spirit

68. Go! Child - Coffee And Ramen

69. Limp Bizkit - Chocolate Starfish and the Hot Dog Flavored Water

70. We Are The Union - Ordinary Life

71. Chevelle - This Type of Thinking (Could Do Us In)

72. Evanescence - Fallen

73. The Beach Boys - Pet Sounds

74. Jamie Paige - Bittersweet

75. Hayley Williams - Petals For Armor

76. Nirvana - Bleach

77. For the Likes of You - Withered

78. Bring Me the Horizon - Suicide Season Cut Up!

79. Lena Raine - Celeste (Original Soundtrack)

80. Holy Grail - Ride The Void

81. Tenacious D - The Pick of Destiny

82. a-ha - Scoundrel Days

83. Demon Hunter - Storm the Gates of Hell

84. Black Flag - Damaged

85. Masakazu Sugimori - Phoenix Wright - Ace Attorney OST

86. Kendrick Lamar - DAMN.

87. Alexisonfire - Crisis

88. Various Artists - Queen of the Damned

89. Limp Bizkit - Still Sucks

90. Alanis Morissette - Jagged Little Pill

91. Bob Dylan - Bob Dylan's Greatest Hits

92. Architects - Holy Hell

93. Laura Les - REMIXES 2017

94. Linkin Park - Living Things

95. brian david gilbert - songs with videos without videos

96. Frost Children - SPIRAL

97. Parkway Drive - Horizons

98. Limp Bizkit - Gold Cobra (Deluxe)

99. Various Artists - Phineas and Ferb

100. Vanilla Ice - Hard To Swallow

#it's silly but i'm kind of nervous about posting this #i do these every six months and i have like 3x as many followers now as i did in september......#everyone has to be niceys to me okay? i'm breakable 🥺#*char noises*#talking pop

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hallowedbe · 2 months ago

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a gust of wind makes you pull your jacket closed; notes of pineapple coconut, ocean water, citrus, and sunscreen fill your nose. you think you hear the tide is high by atomic kitten playing in another room. ah — it must be rhiannon.

BASICS

name: rhiannon milagro alvarez nicknames: rhi, rhia, mili by her family age: twenty-four gender: cis woman pronouns: she/her sexuality: homoromantic & homosexual date & place of birth: june 26 in malibu, california faceclaim: maia reficco occupation: marine biology student @ makah community college and park ranger, specifically stationed at the pearl margin characteristics: hair often dyed various vibrant colors (pink is a favorite), perpetually flushed cheeks from the newest sunburn, and, very recently, a tense and anxious demeanor traits: kind, extroverted, book smart not street smart, oblivious, naive, and anxious similar to: cleo sertori, jessica day, phoebe buffay, dory, sasha braus, elle woods

BULLET POINTS

- rhi was born in malibu, california into a very loving family; with two loving parents and her elder sister tatiana (featured here), her childhood was full of love and devotion. - moved with her family to bearhold when she was four; due to bearhold being her hometown, her mother decided to take a job there and reconnect her own family with the family she had left in bearhold -- california wasn't for them. - comes from a slayer mother who then passed the gene to her sister (rhiannon is not a slayer, and has not been chosen to be one. please do not give rhiannon a weapon. i don't trust her). tatiana doesn't particularly have interest in being a slayer, and so it seemed the divine line of alvarez's was going to end with them. - until smth happens. obviously. - rhiannon, for as long as she's been alive, has been enamored with the ocean. back in california, her father would take her every day to frolick in the water, collect shells, and look at tidepools. this didn't change when they moved back to bearhold; eager to explore her love of the ocean and passion for helping animals and conservation efforts, rhiannon knew she was going to be a marine biologist since she was a child. - because of this, she obviously went on to study biology in college and pursue a master's in marine biology. she is currently doing her field work at the parl margin while studying at makah community college; the coastal town provides great hands on experience and a chance to look at unique species - this is all to say that rhiannon was in the field a lot, often much later into the night than she should've been; it's on nights like those that she finds the moon pool, nestled in a vast cave system near the northern shore. rhi, eager to find interesting creatures or shells, was quick to dive into the pool, not knowing what happens to those who do during a full moon. - she's a mermaid before she knows it, any contact with water making her sprout a long tail. in her panic, she finds out she can control and manipulate water (shoutout hydrokinesis), and faints (thank god she's on the beach). it's everything she's ever wanted and also the worst thing to happen to her life -- and career. - after vehement searching in the local library, rhiannon figures out that mermaids were once much more common around bearhold, living in pods most of the time. now, they're much more rare as less and less mermaids continued to have children; but, being in a moon pool at just the right time can turn a regular human into a mermaid. - is currently trying to get used to the whole thing, becoming more withdrawn as she tries to figure out how the hell she could keep her job while also being a mermaid (and hiding it from her family, too anxious about the reaction she'd get for being so reckless). come along for the ride as we witness the most cringe display of trying to keep a secret in history!

#bear.intro #throws and runs #it was almost fishlover69 #i think thatll be her spam acc name

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adamsuniverse1144 · 8 months ago

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Glow Week Day Four: Nurture/Nature

Comet was a... well, Comet had lots of love to give to his parents. Instead of play with the other children at the park, Comet preferred to stay with his parents and watch. He was curious, but reserved.

Tons of pediatrician visits told them nothing was wrong, but Connie couldn't stop her worrying until they had visited the Crystal Gems one particularly sunny day.

"Whoa, who let these little crazies in the house?" Greg asked with a hearty laugh as the girls squealed and ran for him.

Steven glanced away and down to his son, clinging to his leg. Comet was only 3 since Connie had had a lovely 3 months of recovery before they'd accidentally made a third child. But now his pink eyes met with his fathers and Steven immediately picked him up. Comet hadn't shown any signs of gem powers at all, but his eyes turned pink when he was feeling frustrated or nervous.

"Hey there, Comet. Grandpa will come see you once you're calmer." Greg had easily picked up on Steven and Connie's hints that Comet was gun shy. The gems took a bit longer but once they'd seen a bit of overstimulation, they'd backed off at a warning from two pink eyed people.

Connie patted Comets back as he laid on Stevens shoulder. The man instinctually began to sway to soothe him in the way a parent does once they are accustomed to the lifestyle. "Doctors say he's fine. It's just a bit behind his milestones."

Steven had the urge to remind her about milestones not being concrete, but kept his mouth shut as Garnet stepped out of the temple room and grinned. "I... predicted something like this might happen."

The girls gasped and little footsteps turned into them climbing Garnet.

"Garnet, yesterday I beat Azalea in a race!"

Lucky giggled as Garnet picked her up one handed and Azalea up by the back of her shirt. "I bet I could beat both of you."

"That's no fair! You have future vision!" Azalea proclaimed. "Amethyst has to play too! Mommy, Daddy, can we go play outside?"

"Of course." Steven grinned and moved out the door. "It's a beautiful day just... Be safe. Please."

"And you say I'm a worry wart," Connie teased as they all piled out. The day was too nice to not join them, and despite his care to make sure his father was okay, Steven was a tiny bit of a helicopter parent.

"I just love soaking up as much memories as I can. Plus, there's always a chance of trouble," Steven pointed out, pulling her onto his lap. "I love my perfect little family."

Greg chuckled and sat down wearily. "It's nice isn't it?"

The longing in his father's voice made him once again feel guilty. He'd never experienced anything like this with Rose. It wasn't fair.

He watched as Lucky and Azalea charged across the decidedly slippery sand to try and slap Garnets hand and race back. The unending energy was fascinating to him. Even with his stamina being endless, he could still only tolerate running for so long before he was too sweaty and bored to continue. But their little bodies seemed to be bursting at the seams with motivation.

Except his little Comet. Comet had one arm behind Steven as he leaned and one hand playing with his Mommy's hair as she rested back against him.

After a while Garnet tagged Pearl in, who Azalea immediately began asking to show all the places she'd been. After careful and straightforward discussion, Pearl knew which places to show and which to save for an older age where she would process the real story better.

Garnet was silent, stoic as she watched the children of what she supposed was like a human son to her. She could see endless possibilities with every ticking second, but the scene in front of her was far more interesting.

The rest chatted until the girls asked for water and dinner, so they all packed up and headed inside.

"You coming, Garnet?" Greg asked. "It's gonna get dark soon."

"I'm not afraid of the dark. I've got me as company."

As dinner came near, Connie heard the front door open and shut. Immediately her Mommy Senses were tingling and she followed the sound to watch as her 3 year old walked down to the beach and sat next to Garnet. "Steven."

He excused himself and joined by her side. They watched as Comet did his signature lean and Garnet patted his head. No words that they could hear through the screen or the ocean were exchanged. It seemed they were sitting in a comfortable silence.

"Maybe he's just quiet," Connie relented softly. "Maybe we just birthed a quiet child, and I have to be okay with three blabbermouths instead of four."

Steven sighed in relief. "Yeah, you think? Come on." He lifted her into his arms and thought really hard about telling Garnet dinner was ready. If he thought about it hard enough, it'd eventually become a possibility that he would. Instead he kissed his wife and sat her down gently, tapping her bottom as he passed. "Time for food, girls!" Then he paused midstep. Connie giggled just as Steven scoffed in offense. "Wait, what do you mean four blabbermouths? We only have three kids!"

She only laughed harder.

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