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idesofrevolution · 6 months

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The Journey of Dr. Santana Fabrega

There's nothing quite like your bro slobberin' over your sweaty feet while tokin' on a hookah. Let me just tell you- everybody's happy. I'm stoked to be stoned and minty fresh, and he's happy to taste my ripe size 12's. Who isn't the happiest? The folks. Sure, I dropped out of college, sure I started focusing one hundred percent on my art, sure I have a parade of guys out of my little basement lair... but I never got why they had to be such fuckin' buzzkills.

Ever since they joined that church when I was at uni, my parents have been sucked into the Evangelical cult. Not the whole lifting your hands up to Jesus & speaking in tongues sort of church, by the way. Man, they're out there with picket signs at sex clinics, bannin' books at the high school, all that crazy fuckin' Christian Nation bullshit. They're my parents, so I love 'em and whatever. But fuck, those psychos really fucked 'em up. So now, their crusade is "curing" me of my gayness. Didn't really matter that I'm pan, they don't really know the difference. They don't really care about the difference, though. Not straight, not right.

So when they caught me the other day with Sam cleanin' my dick in the basement, it was World War 3. Man, a Nuclear Bomb would have less energy than my mom's hysterical shrieking. It's Florida, so it's nothing the neighbors haven't heard before. But, shit. I thought my eardrums were gonna pop. They stomped off upstairs, bein' all 'we are going to talk about this later, Santiago.' So, I let Sammy finish up, I pulled on some shorts and I went upstairs to face the fire while he snuck out the basement window. Fuck, I wished I were him.

The 'family meeting' went about as well as you'd expect. Threats of burning in hell for all eternity, demands that I find the Lord, etc. Apparently he doesn't like a lot of things about me: my weed, my tattoos, my sexuality, my piercings, my hair for some reason? I don't know man, I just tuned out after a while. What I did catch, though, they were sending me to substance abuse counseling. Couldn't help but laugh, and that sent dad through the fuckin' roof.

"Doctor Fabrega is going to teach you some manners, young man. Make you a Godly man, like you should be." Yada yada yada. He should have known better than to give me the doc's name. After the ass reaming, I made my way back downstairs to the computer. It took five minutes of research to find this Doctor Fabrega. Turns out he's a Christian Therapist, but that wasn't what was most interesting. Down in his specializations, buried beneath substance abuse & cognitive behavioral therapy was a word that caught my eye: licensed Hypnotherapist.

I knew exactly what kind of bullshit they were tryin' to pull on me. But when I was enrolled at U Miami, my major was Psychology. Not only that, but I still happened to have access to the university library. Oops.

I texted Sammy, knowing I was gonna be up all night doing research, and that my dick would need some appropriate attention under the desk. I was gonna show this motherfucker just how sick it really is to be like me.

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The waiting room was bullshit. Cold white walls, bright wood floors... It looked straight out of an IKEA ad. I'd already been there for like 20 minutes past my appointment time, giving me just enough time to scroll through the last chapter on my phone. I hear the receptionist call out my name, and I head toward the office. Just as bullshit as the waiting room. It's like the guy wants to live in a psych ward- no color anywhere. At least get a blacklight or something.

"Santiago Rivera. Welcome, I'm Dr. Fabrega." The guy was hot as fuck, not gonna lie. Looked like he was straight out of Sao Paulo- even with the fancy suit you can't hide muscle like that. "Please, sit. It's so good to meet you." His voice was so weird. Speaking every word with like, perfect diction. You know those AI voices that talk that way? That's what it was like, as if he were trying so hard to hide an accent underneath.

"Just call me Santi, doc." I plopped down on the leather chair, might have put my feet up on his coffee table (don't recall), and he just looked at me like he was looking in a microscope. No idea what the deal was. He walked over to the couch and sat down with my file and started to drone on.

"Alright, Santi, it says here that your parents are pretty concerned about your behavior lately. You're 23 years old and a college dropout, you take illicit drugs, you have no job, and you're having unnatural thoughts. That's quite the list, bud." He was so fuckin smug, that sort of punchable glibness that only comes from a particular kind of self righteousness. Like Jesus himself came down and kissed them.

"So, first off. I did drop out of college, because I couldn't afford it. Second, I sure the fuck do smoke green because it's a) fun, and b) prescribed to me by my real doctor. Third, I do have a job. I do graphic design and graffiti art and I pay my own bills with it. And last off, yup: I fucked him." He sat there, somehow shocked that I told him how it was right off the bat. I'm not playing his little game, and that made him angry.

"I see. So you have no remorse for any of this? I believe your parents are very right to be concerned about where your life is headed."

"Fascinating, considering I'm moving out at the end of the month and they won't need to deal with my life. So. You married?" He was thrown off by that, just as I'd hoped. Right out of the blue. Knocks them off kilter for a second. An easy question to answer, so they usually do.

"Uh, well, no I'm not married. Is that your concern in all this?" Man, I couldn't help but laugh. He's trying to be sarcastic?

"Where did ya go to school for... whatever this is." This made him close my file, he even put it on the table and crossed his arms.

"I went to Liberty University, top of my class in their Doctor of Psychology program. You, it seems didn't make it that far, so you might not know what 'this' is." Oooh, he's big mad. I thought, let's push it. I did what most of my guys love, but would piss him off, I kicked off the Vans. Made sure I wore my skating shoes that day, the super ripe ones with the same damp socks. When they came off, those puppies let their presence be known.

"Sounds boring. Boring then, boring now. I got accepted into the Art Institute in Savannah, so I'll be headed that way soon. Be legit soon, then you wouldn't have anything to say. How's your sex life?" He thought he was so tough, not flinching at the musk, nor my question. But I knew both hit him right where I wanted. The question to make him mad, the stink to get him hot.

"Santiago, I think we should continue with our session. You can put your shoes back on and we can try some exercises to help you think a bit more clearly." I crossed my ankles, wriggling my toes a bit.

"I think they need some air. Are you gonna try and hypnotize me now? Or is that the last ditch effort when everything else fails?" He leaned back in his seat, the grimace growing stronger. "That stuff is not that hard to master. A couple days really and you got it down."

"Is that so?" He ground his teeth as he spat out his words. "It seems you know all there is to know, then." Time to hit it home.

"You know what, let's put money on it, doc. Hundred bucks says I can put you under." I got him, his eyebrow shifted just enough for me to see.

"This isn't a casino, Santiago. I don't bet money on client's health." I couldn't help but smirk. He left an opening I couldn't pass up.

"Aight, no money then. If I put you under, I get the bragging rights. If I don't, I'll play your stupid games. Win-win for you, nothing to lose but your dignity." Hook, line and sinker; he leaned in, grabbing the remote on the table next to him. He tapped a button, and the shades started to come down.

"Well then, Mr. Rivera. I wish you luck."

The room got dark. Really fuckin' dark. Fabrega hit another button on the remote, and a cool blue washed over the room. Gotta say, tight LED system. I kicked my shoes off the table, and scooted my chair forward. Showtime.

"Alright, Santana, I want you to just take deep breaths." He squirmed at my use of his first name, one last dig before I brain fucked him. He took his deep breaths one at a time, slowly getting deeper and deeper. "As I count down from one to ten, each number will bring you closer and closer to relaxation. Picture a long tunnel, at the end, a bright white light. With every number, you take a step forward to the light, do you understand?"

He nodded, it was an induction I'd made up this morning. I started from 10, telling him his first step he could feel the tingling relaxation in the tips of his fingers, slowly crawling up his hands and forearms. 9. Another step, the tingling creeps up his big muscly arms and shoulders. 8. One more step, the tingling is pushing up his neck and throat, reaching his tongue and teeth. 7. The tingling bursts into his head, a paradoxical rush of relaxation, a fog of dissonance washes over his brain as thoughts collide and crash about. 6. The tingling washes down his spine, flowing through his nerves into every part of his body. His body feels electric, a painless jolt running throughout him. I watched as he tensed up, his big muscles contracting and bunching him up. It was working.

We get to 5, starting at the crown of his head, the volts decrease, turning lugubrious and liquified like molasses sloshing about in his head. 4. The light is so close he can feel the heat, but his body is cooled as the syrupy fluid flows down over him like a waterfall, pooling in his big feet as it fills every crevice. 3. It feels as if he's trudging through mud toward the light, his legs feeling wobbly and gelatinous. 2. So close, his whole body feels like a massless blob, inching toward the final drop into the cavernous light. 1. He crawls toward the ledge, plummeting down into the endless void of bright white light. There, he will sit as I have a little bit of fun.

"Alright, Santana. Can you hear me in there?" Fabrega nods, expressionless. Fuck, that was maybe a 80/20 chance I was gonna fuck this shit up so bad. But I guess God really is on my side here. "Whenever I ask a question, you will answer truthfully. Whatever I say you will incorporate into your life. Now, Santana, what do you do when you're not at work?" His lips moved slowly and replied in monotone.

"I go to the gym, I go to the golf course, I hire my date, and I go home." Ooooh shit. He's giving my friends on the corners a decent living, good for him. Hardly a Godly thing to do. Either way, it was a perfect place to start.

"You love going to the gym, don't you, Santana?" He nodded. "You love gettin' all sweaty don't you?" His head began to shake, his expression furrowing a bit in disgust. "No, Santana. You love getting all sweaty. The feeling of those cool droplets on your hot muscles during a hard workout? Doesn't it feel good?" He pauses, before reluctantly nodding. Ahh I love gettin my fingers in his brain, never ceases to please. "You love that funk that comes off your sweat, Santana. You love sniffin your pits, your big feet, your balls... That musk means you're workin' hard. Keeping in shape. Staying virile. Isn't that right?" He nodded, squirming in the chair. I watched his body try to reject the instructions, try to rebel, but just one repetition had his back to stillness.

"You don't even like golf, do you?" He nodded, I didn't even need to manipulate him. "You much prefer hitting the beach, don't you? Seein' all the guys and gals starin' at your glorious bod... You love it, don't you?" He nodded, the side of his lip curling ever so slightly. "You love bringing out the speedo, letting the goods hang low, letting the buns bulge... you know they all wanna see it anyway..." He nodded again, it was like taking candy from a baby. The guy had the mental fortitude of a frog.

"You like fucking, too. You can have any girl or guy on the street with a single wink." He nodded, and I couldn't help but watch as his groin started to bulge. "Yeah, boy. You love taking that horse cock and plowing it into some ass... plowing it into some pussy... fucking their pretty little mouths..." Drool started to drip from the corner of his lip, and a little wet spot quickly appeared on his pants. "You're a freak, aren't you, Santana? You like fuckin' in the car, in the sauna, at the gym, under the desk... gushing gallons into them while you shove your sneaker on their face." He was moaning, slowly grinding against the open air. Can't lie, I was gropin' myself a bit just watching him.

"Now, Santana. I'm going to bring you back to your office, but when I do, you are going to be super laid back and chill with Santi during your sessions. If he says the word 'sniff' you will return to this space, return to an open mind, just as we have done here today. Do you understand?" He nodded one final time before I began his emergence. Counting back from one to ten, I watched as he slowly came back to the real world, and with one snap, he blinked his eyes and wiped his brow.

"Well, doc. I got the bragging rights." Fabrega pinched the bridge of his nose, as if he had a headache. Time to see if it had all paid off.

"Uhh... yeah... Santi. You got me there..." Perfect. He pulled his hand away from his nose, clicking the shades back up to their little hole. It didn't take long until he saw the wet patch on his bulbous package. He chuckled under his breath. "You'll have to excuse the mess, Santi... I have hyperspermia, so sometimes it all just flows out." Hot- and totally unprofessional. Just how I like 'em. I leaned back in my chair, smirkin' the whole way.

"Damn, doc. Firehose down there. Gonna have to show me sometime." He smirked and waved me off.

"I don't fraternize with clients, Santi. Oh, look at the time. I'm late for my 5:30. Alright, I'll see you next week." He stood up, extending his hand, his whole demeanor entirely changed. I slipped my Vans back on, spitting on my hand before gripping his. He shuddered a bit, sure. But we were gonna get real close, real quick.

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The next few days flew by. My folks were so excited to see that I was looking forward to seeing Dr. Fabrega, and I loved knowing what they didn't. I was excited to see if Dr. Fabrega was gonna be Santana. So when I finally got back in for my appointment, I didn't need to wait long at all. Only five minutes and the door swung open, the receptionist completely flustered. The anticipation was killing me. She sat down behind her computer with tunnel vision and I walked into the office.

At first, I thought it was empty. He wasn't sitting at his desk, on the couch... but as I heard huffing from the balcony, I knew where to find him. I walked up to the sliding glass door, and turned outside to see one hell of a sight.

It was Santana. Nothing on but his whitie-tighties and his damp socks doing pushups on the bench. Fuck, those muscles were glistening in the light, his underwear with damp patches on his ass and bulge. His clothes sat in a pile near his head: jeans, a Miami Heat jersey, some sick dunks I wanted to steal... far from the stuffy suit he had on just the week before. He finally noticed me, and smiled.

"Santi! Hey! Just finishing up my lunch workout. Thought I'd get a session in today on the balcony. Damn, the fresh air is good for exercise!" I smirked. It was night and day. So far, gone was the bible thumping hypocrite, and here was what was underneath. If anything I was doing him a service.

"Shit, Santana! You're looking prime today. You gonna funk out our session today, or?" I punched him in the shoulder, and he giggled like a kid.

"It's eau naturale, my friend. Natural water. That's what it smells like." He slipped on his jeans and his big fuckin' sneakers, tossing the jersey over his head while we walked in. He trailed some deliciously ripe musk, and I couldn't help but savor a bit of it. We plopped down on our seats, and just started shootin' shit. I bitched about the parents, he bitched about his receptionist, I told him about Sammy suckin' my dick clean, and he told me about the threesome with a gym bro and his girlfriend. He was coming along beautifully. Though, I thought to myself, how's about a round two?

"Dude, by the way, those kicks are fuckin' tight." I pointed to the dunks, which he smugly kicked up onto the coffee table, showing them off.

"Thanks, man. They're the lifting shoes. My work boots, heh." I reached out, grabbing ahold of his foot, and yanked it off. He chuckled like a fuckin' idiot while I looked at 'em. Size 13, nice and big- and the smell wafting out of there... Fuck, man.

"Damn, dude you never wash your socks? These stink!" I playfully tossed the shoe at him, and just as he started to brush off the comment, I said my magic word. "Sniff it." Like a flipped lightswitch, his expression turned numb, slowly bringing the shoe to his nose and inhaling his own musk. I clapped my hands, rubbing them together: let's do a little more programming.

"Santana, You're a pretty chill guy, you know that?" He nodded. "You smoke, don't you? You know, the good shit?" Deep in his mind, he had to know it was me talking at this point, so I was talking to him like a bro. Establishes trust, ya know? He shook his head no. "Ahh, come on man. You love kickin' back and toking on that reefer after a long workout." Santana chuckled a bit, before nodding, still nose deep in his sneaker. "Yeah, you love smokin' out your bros, your babes... when you're not shootin' tequila!" He full out laughed on that one, nodding along. The sneaker slowly dropped from his hand, and he laid back in his chair.

"How old are you, Santana?"

"28." Shit, he was only a few years older than me. I mean, he looked young. But hell, you wouldn't have known it from the way he acted.

"Where are you from?" "Rio de Janeiro." Interesting. I clocked the accent. I was pretty proud of myself.

"Why do you try so hard to hide it? The way you talk, the way you dress, the way you act... You act like you're from Ohio." Another chuckle, I should have had a Netflix special. "You're gonna embrace that Brazilian pride, bro. Don't hide it for some mayo drinking buzzkills!" He furrowed his brow, nodding intently. This one was for his own fuckin' good. Be proud of that shit! "You should get some ink to really embrace it. Nothin' sexier than a tatted up stud, am I right?" He nodded again, his bulge once more springing to life. I smirked, simply wanting to know a little something somethin'.

"Do you think Santi is hot?" He sat there for a second, before slowly smiling and nodding. I didn't even need to program that one. Aww, big old himbo. "You're not afraid to let him know, are ya? I mean if you tell his crazy fuckin' parents that he's cured... He wouldn't be your patient anymore... Right?" His bulge twitched again, and he smirked devilishly as he nodded. "You like it when he's all up in your brain, don't you? You like it when he gets his dick deep in there and mind fucks you into a chill, laid back stud. Don't ya?" The dampness grew and his breath got heavy. He nodded, drooling down the sides of his cheeks. "Yeah, you wanna let him in completely, don't ya? Make you like him?" Moans grew, and his thrusting in the air quickened pace. "You wanna be best bros with him, don't ya? Bros with benefits... hangin' out, smokin' weed, hittin' the clubs, swappin' spit... swappin' cum... swappin' subs..." He started fuckin' howl. He was beggin' to splurge. "When I tell you, you will cum. And when you do, everything we talked about will be your truth. Now... Cum."

His eyes opened, still moaning loudly. He gripped onto his jeans, pulling down the waistband and underwear, that big old uncut donkey dick flopping out before shooting his load all over himself. Volley after volley. He wasn't kidding about the hyperspermia: maybe four double shots of his spunk sprayed like a geyser into the air. The 8th Natural Wonder of the World. He laid back and chuckled, throwing his arms behind his head.

"Fuck, brother!" The thickest accent flowed of those lips, deliciously thick. "After today, that'll be down your throat, cara." He pointed at me, hopping to his feet and shoving his python back into his pants. "So, I'll write your discharge papers, it'll get the pais off your back. Act the part until you're out, and just go live." Fuck yeah, we high fived, and I ruffled that sweaty mullet of his. "Hey, come over tonight. I got some friends comin' over... if you and Sammy wanna join." He winked and slapped my back. Damn, I did good.

"I'll be there, man! You save me a round so I can show you how to clean this dick." I groped my bulge, smirking as his bit his lip and winked. I've created a monster.

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"Ei, sexy! Come get a toke before it's gone!" Such a demanding little bitch, I love him. I slipped his filled condom off my cock, the kinky fucker insisted, and I happily complied. If I'm being real, this psycho has taught me things! I flushed it down the toilet, and swung the bathroom door open to see him lounging on his bed, toking away at the blunt I packed.

"Hey you fuckin' hog, don't you smoke it all!" He chuckled dumbly, reaching over to hand me the blunt, taking the opportunity to snatch my wrist and pull me forward into a kiss. Fuck those lips were so good, pressed against mine or around my cock. "Isn't Carrie coming over soon? You gonna be able to get off so quick?" I pushed away, taking my puff.

"Ahh, plenty to go around, eh?" He groped that musky bulge that I had a feeling Sammy would be huffing later. "Ey, bring me my pants. We can go get a shot before she gets here." Heh, the last month or so crashing with him has been fuckin' sick. The folks think I'm rooming with some guy from the church, when really I'm gooning with my therapist every night in his bed. Savannah is letting me take online courses, I'll have my B.A. in a couple of years, and I'm already getting some gallery hits. Santana is gonna be my armcandy for the opening, and I told him to forget his deodorant. Fuck he’s perfect. But a thought had crept in my head the other day. One last program, one final idea planted in his head... Though, at this point, there was no need to put him under. I'd just ask him.

"Hey, so I gotta go to Georgia to finish up some paperwork at the school. It got me thinking... I'm followin' my dream. What about you?" I tossed him his pants and passed the blunt, taking a deep whiff of those ripe dunks before throwing them his way too.

"I could go back to the practice, though I think the bible thumpers would lose their minds, heh."

"Well... What we did for eachother... What if you did it for others?" I slowly got down to my knees, a smirk crawling across my face. "What if you could help those poor... misguided young men change their lives?" I crawled toward him, spreading his legs wide as I tossed his legs over my shoulders. "Wouldn't that be so... so... fun?" I slowly pulled down his musky briefs, releasing his monstrous cock again, the musky hooded beast slapping me on my cheek. "Then, we could have so... many... new.. friends..." I pulled down his slimy hood and wrapped my lips around his tip. I should have known better. His hand grabbed the back of my head, slamming it down onto his spear, my nose buried in his bush as he thrust back and forth into my mouth.

"Unff... Yeah, brother... Oh yeah... That sounds like a good... unhhhhh... good idea." Grunting, slapping, moaning, slurping... it all rang out in his room, until he gushed another thick load down my throat. "You wanna join me?" And in that moment, I smiled. It was the best idea he'd had yet.

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rainbow-lite · 4 months

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TW // medical play/mad scientist, needles, drugging/aphrodisiacs

part 1/3

the doctor spending copious amounts of time isolated in their basement lab was something that, as their submissive, you rather despised. this past week has been particularly quiet and boring, with the majority of their free time being spent on a "personal project."

one evening, you decide you've had quite enough.

though you aren't technically supposed to enter their lab without permission, it's been so long since you've seen them, much less had some fun. so, you creep down the hall towards the basement door.

you pause just outside the door, turning your head to listen. it's... quiet? you wait a moment longer. that's strange. are they even in there?

with shallow breaths, you press your fingertips against the door. it opens easily, and you're suddenly at the top of the stairs. carefully and excitedly, you descend.

as you reach the bottom, you feel the cold tile against your bare feet. a blacklight is the main source of light in the room, and it occupies the space with an eerie purple glow. the lab is filled with... things. beakers and tubes and jars and tools of various sizes clutter every surface, with sheets of notes strewn in between. there's much to take in - but a soft green glow has already caught your gaze.

you slowly approach the counter from which the green light emanates. you can now make out a tube - a syringe full of bright green solution. next to it, a note. you read it.

"i trust you can administer this yourself. do so, then wait for me."

huh? give yourself an injection? this injection? what is this stuff anyway? questions start to flood your mind.

you take a breath. questions aren't the only thing on your mind. a desire - no, a need - to obey has been growing in the pit of your stomach. you trust the doctor completely, and they've done so much for you. at the very least, you could be a willing test subject. it can't be that bad... right?

the syringe is sinking into your thigh before you've thought about it a second time. you push the plunger slowly, letting the liquid spread.

you remove the needle and discard it, giggling at the thought of the doctor reprimanding you for not wearing gloves or disinfecting the area. your giggling turns to laughter. your laughter turns to panting. what the hell?

a warm sensation has embedded itself in your core, and it's quickly spreading. waves of heat rip across your body, leaving a tingling feeling in their wake. your legs shake. your panting amplifies to moans. the needle. what was in that needle?

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bonny-kookoo · 1 year

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𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐝 Part 4: Blacklight

Reflecting on your past can sometimes be the only thing that can help you move on in the present. And other times, it'll just confuse you- simply because you're not ready to understand yet.

Tags/Warnings: mc still hates kook, kook hates her too Angst?, enemies to ???, past regrets, miscommunication, Fluff?, slow burn, sugar daddy Jungkook vibes (hello hello mister), minor age gap, it's so frustrating Istg

Length: ~2k.

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Before Jungkook jokingly invested his last savings into a random share on the stock market, he was a looser.

He barely graduated, worked in part time here and there, never able to hold anything long term- neither a job nor a relationship. He'd been lost for so long that his family really lost hope in him- cutting contact at some point, only ever really reaching out to him if his sister needed to have a place to stay at in seoul. It's how he met you in your final year- having spent a new years eve with her at his apartment at one point, driving him crazy with your easy excitement and pretty face. He remembers you having braces, glasses on your nose constantly slipping down during conversations. You were simply adorable.

And so, so horribly out of his league.

He'd been simply some guy working at a 24/7 convenience store, always taking the nightshift so he could take home some leftovers from the coolers to eat as dinner. His hair had been long, dry from having bleached it at some point, clothes dark and plain, apartment small and pitiful in it's existence. Meanwhile, you already knew what you wanted in life, talented in writing, grades not perfect but a bit above average to match his sister's great studying. Even with almost five years separating you both, he felt as if you'd surpassed him already.

It made him more resenting towards you than anything else, really.

How you'd help him wash the dishes, or offer to help him with dropping off his doctor's note at his convenience store to be sent to his boss at a location he himself didn't even knew, but you figured out not even after ten minutes of searching on the internet.

You were pretty. Well put together. A bright future ahead. No cracks in sight.

And there he was, trying to become invisible from society so he can rot away.

"It doesn't matter if it makes sense." You'd said to him one night after his sister had gone to bed, and you'd went to grab something to drink- having found him in front of his laptop on the kitchen floor, scrolling through stock market sites. "If you're interested in something, nurture it. Try and make something out of it." You'd shrugged, bare feet quietly tapping away as you left him alone with himself, his fingers making that fateful click later that night.

He really hated how much he admired you back then, almost idolizing you. But nowadays he knows that in some odd way, you became like a push he'd needed to at least attempt to change his situation into something better- and granted, it did change.

Quite literally almost entirely overnight.

And over the next weeks, and months, way after you'd left his life, he still carried your advice with him. He nurtured his newfound interest, learned more and more and more about it, and suddenly, he wasn't a nobody any longer.

Suddenly, he'd made it.

When he'd met you again years later, Taehyung having brought you along to a casual night at his newly furnished apartment, he instantly recognized you- and he knows you did as well.

And suddenly, that weird hatred flared up again, because you became even prettier now. Standing in front of him wasn't someone young and unsure anymore, but a woman, clear in what she wanted, content in what she had. You never truly complained over your life or any issues, only ever brought a lightness to conversations that felt refreshing and natural.

And at the same time, you began to haunt him again.

Not only with your character, but your looks as well- everything about you just horribly attractive in his eyes, even when you weren't wearing makeup, or were just dressed in a random shirt and sweatpants too wide on your body. It was stupid. It still is.

Because even now, when he's got so much to offer, you still don't look his way.

You still don't pay any attention to him.

And he hates it.

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Jungkook was that weird crush you had when you thought you were convinced you didn't like boys at all.

With the way his sister had always talked about him, you'd thought he might've been some weird creep that prayed on underage girls on late night discord calls or something- but he was nice. Yeah, his apartment was a bit messy, his behavior a bit off and withdrawn, but he was nice nonetheless. Not only was he visually attractive, but also in character- a gentle soul tucked away in that tall bulky body of his, only shown in the small gestures he'd send your way. From the quiet moments of washing dishes in his kitchen, soft jokes said here and there, to in depth discussions about whether or not dogs can dream like humans do, or if love was more than just a social construct.

There had never really been any classmate or friend you'd felt truly attracted to- most love interests you had being fictional, as embarrassing as it is to admit that. But in real life, the male gender never really seemed to pull your interest.

And then came Jungkook.

And then, somewhere down the line, something went wrong.

The Jungkook back then, you never hated.

You could never. That guy was soft, gentle, someone you'd seek out whenever the day was bad, or just because you'd crave his company. He was just a little lost- but nothing was ever truly wrong with him.

He changed into what you can now only describe as a self-centered asshole, who really only thinks of you at all if you've got something to offer. He weirdly enough still shows traces of that old Jungkook whenever you're both alone- but add someone else into the mix, mostly any of your shared friends, and he becomes a suit wearing demon in disguise. It's like he looks down on you now- and not only because of the height difference, which in itself was an insult to you.

All of his achievements, all of what he now was just felt belittling to you. Like he was mocking you by simply existing.

Maybe it was internalized sadness over your own success, or lack thereof - having made enough to sustain yourself, but never enough to be comfortable and relaxed about money either, lile he is these days. And then there is him; having simply gotten lucky.

To this day it kills you to see his face in magazines.

Someone like him was bound to get paired up with a model, or designer, or at least someone better than you. And now? Now you're stuck with him in some fake relationship just because you always end up taking whatever leftovers life threw your way. Always. Even when you don't want them, it seems like.

But this might be all you ever get.

You don't want to be Jungkook's pity girlfriend.

You don't want to just fake date him.

So you take it.

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"What do you want?" You ask grumpily, really not wanting him here, and he shrugs.

"Jimin said you're not answering him-" Jungkook says in front of your door, white plastic bag in hand. "-and we both know you love leaving me on read, so no surprise there." He chuckles, and in a way, highly probably because of your heightened emotions due to your period (that must be it, nothing else, for sure), you actually feel kind of bad.

You do leave him on read all the time.

"I don't know. Maybe I wanna know what's wrong first." He offers, and you simply cross your arms, signaling to him that there is something wrong- but you don't want to address it. It's basic human behavior- and at this point in his career, he's learned a lot about it.

After all, it shaped him into the perfect man- or at least shaped the way he can behave like one, talented in the art of morphing into whatever he needs to be at any given time.

"Nothing. M' on my period, not feeling good, so that's all there is to it." You dismiss him- but he makes no effort to leave, even putting his foot in between your door to make sure you can't just slam it shut. He loves making life difficult for you, so youre not surprised at all. "What? You brought me pads or what?" You try and jab at him, but he just laughs. If at or about you, you can't be sure. Both ways piss you off equally however- so it doesn't really make any difference for you down the line.

"No, but takeout. Your favorite, in fact." He smiles. "To feed the evil monthly demon, so to speak. If I had known about it sooner from, I don't know- maybe you talking to me, I would've, in fact, even gone out to buy the princess her monthly necessities, if needed." He teases, making you roll your eyes before you hold out your hand.

"Come on, just give it and leave!" You demand, and he laughs whole heartedly now. You hate that you like that specific way of laughter from him. It sounds ridiculous, all high pitched and insane- it's his real way. Not whatever fake shit he pulls off constantly.

It's a glimpse of the Jungkook you wish you could be close to now. But that Jungkook isn't there any longer, having gotten lost in the void as he'd grown up.

"Did you really think I'd just play delivery guy and not wanna have something for it?" He jokes, holding the bag out of reach. "And here I thought you knew me, love." Jungkook teases, and you hate how that small little petname at the end seems to make your stomach churn.

You blame it on the food.

Even later, when everything's eaten, empty containers on your small table in the living room waiting to be thrown away while you lay on your side on the couch, you blame it on everything but him. You blame your period for making you so easy to sway in your decisions, your mood for not wanting to argue, anything.

Anything is better than admitting to yourself that you actually want him here. That you actually enjoy his presence, the way he seems to offer his care for you. Anything is better than that.

And then he lifts your legs from where they're hanging off the side of your couch, up over his thighs- one of his palms resting on your shin while he continues watching the random movie on TV. You wonder why he seems so relaxed. Almost happy to be here. Your apartment is tiny- there's nothing pretty about it, furniture old and the sofa you're both sitting on has seen better days, that's for sure. And yet he's here, face showing him completely content. "You wanna sleep?" He asks, voice gentle, and that's when it happens.

He's being so disgustingly nice to you right now. Has bought you food, is helping you lay down comfortably on the couch, runs his fucking thumb over the bare skin of your leg- you hate it.

You hate all of it.

Unbeknownst to Jungkook, you're very much attached to him. Horribly so, in fact, and you can't blame your hormones every day of the year for that, sadly. Maybe your crush isn't so much past tense as you thought it might have been.

"No." You stubbornly say, and at that he looks over to you, eyes shiny with unshed tears. You don't say anything else for a while, before you can spot his gaze on you. "Stop staring." You again, very stubbornly reply, making him smile. "Haha, funny." You pout into the round green dinosaur pillow- or stuffed animal? He's not sure. All he knows is that he remembers where exactly it comes from. You've always been sensitive like that, easily attached, and it makes him wonder if you really don't like him deep down, because you're not at all attached to him, even though you're connected by much more than just simple time.

He tries, he really does. But there's just no chance with you, it seems like.

"I hate you so much, darling." He laughs, unable to hide his emotions any longer as you're staring him down, cheeks still wet with tears, fingers digging into the green plush dinosaur you'd told him you'd given away because you didn't care- but it's clear to him that you do-

Just as much as he does.

And somehow, in that moment, you feel like you understand what he means when he says he hates you. Because god knows, you do too.

So, so much.

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #jeon jungkook x reader #hatred au

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karmicbias · 11 days

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Ghoul Week night 1, success!

Unmasked ghouls below the cut.

I'm exhilarated and exhausted but wow, what an evening! Scroll to the end if you're just here for the good Chris photo - I want to remember as much as I can about the night which means trying to write everything important now before I go to sleep.

Opener, Blaqk Audio? Amazing. The lead singer seemed to be pleasantly surprised by the audience's energy and got realllll up close and personal with the front row. Fun music, I'm definitely going to add them to my rotation.

Debated leaving my spot during their set in hopes of catching Chris at the bar or something but my gut said I wouldn't be able to get back easily enough and it wouldn't be good time to chat anyway, so I stayed. As soon as the opening set ended and the crew started switching around the gear for Sisters, I spotted Chris pretty much immediately, setting up his station at Doctor Avalanche. I was in about the fourth row and made heart hands up high and pointed at him and he shot me a quick grin and a peace sign.

Sisters of Mercy were great! I'd heard that the last tour was kinda a let down but there was plenty of energy tonight! Ben Christo has incredible hair and arms and got lots of cheers from the audience throughout. Their other guitarist, Kai, also got lots of cheers especially on his 12-string.

Funnily enough Chris's onstage presence is the most subdued in the band (other than the frames of his sunglasses - everyone comes out wearing them but his glow under the blacklights). He's in the back and mostly just stands there stoically while Eldritch and the guitarists sing and strut. Crowd was packed pretty tight by the end and we were all good and sweaty which tbh means we were having a great time.

Once the encore wrapped I got back outside quickly for fresh air (yay small venues) and to see if it looked likely that I'd be able to catch Chris by the tour bus. A tiny crowd, maybe a dozen folks, seemed to also be waiting and security was chatting and not running anyone off so I decided to give it a go.

Waited for maybe a half hour without much activity other than pizzas being delivered and trash being taken out when I look up from my phone and spot someone hauling a couple of armfuls of stuff to the bus - and it's Chris! I call out his name and he gives a little half wave and a gesture that seemed to mean, I'll be back in a minute. So I wait.

Next thing I know he's ambling over! I've rehearsed this enough in my head that I don't freak out. I show him the pin of his cat, Rosie, that he shipped with the album I ordered from him, which he was delighted to see, and ask if he'd mind taking a picture. He agrees immediately and slings an arm around me. I follow his lead, i guess, and put my arm around his waist??

The conversation was going really smoothly and we spent a few minutes sharing various cat photos on our phones (classic), and I even had a natural opening to mention the show at 54 Below later this week, which he said he was bummed to be missing by one night with the Sisters tour schedule. Chatted about Enter the Vortex and he had a big laugh when I mentioned I was excited to see what Mad/Dylan wears for the show.

I told him how much I was enjoying the Kitchen Disco albums and he said there's one more coming next month. We talked for a good bit about his motivation for recording them and how the project started as an EP, then grew into an album, and eventually four albums.

At some point he apologized to me repeatedly for taking a minute to respond to a text, but as far as I was concerned he was taking time out of his evening for me so it wasn't a big deal.

I'm sure we chatted about some other stuff but I have to admit that I probably don't remember all of it... I would have stayed and waited to see if Ben came out but it was getting late, and I needed to get the friend I went with home before midnight.

Regardless, I'm so so happy I went and that I waited! The music was all absolutely fantastic and I got to meet someone I really admire, and tell him how much I appreciate his work.

A very good night.

#you can't see it in this photo but the chest hair is actually very distracting in person 🫣#he's an absolute delight #which is exactly what I had heard and I was not disappointed #what a lovely human #the band ghost #sisters of mercy #blaqk audio #ben christo #chris catalyst #sometimes you can meet your heroes as a treat #i am a very happy bird tonight #AETHER MY BELOVED

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consanguinitatum · 7 months

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Innnnnteresting......

My friend @TearsOf10th_ on Twitter found this interesting tidbit about a reboot of the 80s television show, Bergerac:

This is interesting indeed, since rumor on Twitter says DT was spotted in Paris over the last couple days. According to another article, "At the end of 2020, French TV production firm Banijay sealed its $2.2 billion acquisition of Endemol Shine from Disney and Apollo Global Management, which meant that the previous Bergerac project team was split up. Westward Studios, Banijay – and its company BlackLight – eventually decided to buy back the script from the owners of Paramount and start again, with the rights to develop the series being renewed last year." So the production company is French, Jersey is in the heavily Franco-British cultural landscape, and more than likely the production company's HQ is in Paris. Also, "Executive producers Phil Trethowan, Ben Bickerton and writer Toby Whithouse were recently able to visit Jersey for a familiarisation and scouting exercise that resulted in numerous changes being made to the initial draft script." Whithouse, as you all know, wrote Being Human (in which Turner starred.) And he's also done Doctor Who as well. This looks VERY promising indeed! Now let's all manifest David speaking French..... --- Here's the first ep of the original Bergerac (keep in mind this was made in the 1980s, so do be aware of how television has changed from then until now before watching it......you've been warned!)

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#davidtennant #Possible New DT Role?#Bergerac Reboot #Youtube

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mandrake-does-art · 2 years

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AU TIME

What if... Desmond Miles got infected and Alex Mercer stayed a doctor, trying to resolve the mess with Blacklight virus?

Another fun AU from rp lesgoooooo

[Not inspired by any particular song, so I'm plugging my own playlist thank you-]

#protocreed #prototype 2009 #assassin's creed #desmond miles #doctor mercer #alex mercer #Spotify

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kikibridges13 · 3 months

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Dancing With Your Ghost | Chapter 9's Medical Breakdown

Chapter 9 here.

Full story here.

Hoo boy this was an easy one to write out, but rough on me emotionally. What you see in this chapter is almost a step-by-step of what I got to witness each day for 6 weeks.

Actually, for me, it was about 8.5 weeks, due to the weather, holidays, and being so damn sick, I was admitted to the hospital about a week before Thanksgiving because my gallbladder decided around that it was going to show it's ass in the middle of all that.

This is an excerpt from the blog that I had kept during that time.

Today's office visit was almost painless. It first started with a 12 minute video on what to expect for Radiation Therapy – which all I could think about during the entire thing was how they could have done certain scenes and transitions differently (my degree has officially ruined me. I'm critiquing medical videos now). However, I did pay attention enough to take in what all would be done, which according to their five steps (consultation, set up, simulation, therapy, and post check-up), I'm onto step three. Today was set-up. First starting with making a mold of my teeth, which will help the doctors make sure that they are treating the same spot each time. While I was biting down on that disgusting putty for five minutes (which almost six hours I can still taste. Blegh.), a nurse was marking three places on my face that would also help make sure everything was aligned each time during radiation. Okay, I guess I could handle having three tiny blue spots on my face for six weeks. And then she pulled out a needle. Suddenly I'm not liking this idea anymore. Apparently, these marks only show up under a some sort of blacklight or laser beam because I haven't noticed anything largely noticeable. But the nurse dabbed some kind of ink onto the spots she had made with a sharpie, then used the need to push the ink into my skin. How do people in prison set there and have tattoos done slowly that way? Because those three needle pokes were enough to make me want to run. Or just wince in pain since that wasn't an option. Good thing I was biting down on something during that. After those were done, I had to have a mask made that would make sure that I wasn't going to move duri\ng the treatment. It looks like a fencing mask that comes down on the bridge of your nose and has to be stretched to go over your head. So once they had it warm enough to stretch, it was placed on my head and stretched, then locked into CT machine. This is where I felt like the Man in the Iron Mask. I definitely had no room to move, so the thing had done its job. Then they did their CT test, and I was finally free.

My next blog post would be a month later, because what happens to Buck at the end of the chapter somewhere happened to me. As soon as my first treatment ended, not only did I have that constant nauseous feeling all the way home (and I lived an hour and a half away from the hospital I had to go to for treatments, so I was having to make a 3 hour round trip every day for a whole 10 minute treatment), but I had a constant dull headache the entire time. My parents ended up going to work - they had a second shift job at the time - and about 8 hours after that first treatment, I had a headache as tense we see Buck have. I didn't lose consciousness, but honestly that would have been better than 4 hours of intense pain. My parents came home, took me to the ER, and they gave me a shot of painkillers and sent me on my way.

And then I experienced the same thing the next, including actually sickness and extreme hydration.

But we'll see more of that in the next few chapters.

#9-1-1 #9-1-1 fic #brain tumors suck y'all #dwyg #kristina writes things

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plaguechan-cute · 1 year

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gaudy

#plague doctor #plaguecore #blacklight #trippy #trippy art #my art #glowing art #blacklight art

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peonierose · 2 years

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Neon Lights

Pairing: Bryce Lahela (M!MC) x Luna Auclair (F!OC)

Words: 4,000+

Summary: Luna, Bryce and the Open Heart gang go mini golfing. Who will win?

Rating: General

A/N: Thanks to @annieruok94 for pre-reading and @doriopenheart for helping me with the fry puns 🧡

Side note: I’m participating in the @choicesficwriterscreations Holiday Event I was inspired by midnight kiss as well as @choicesdecember2022 Day 7 ”Middle of the Night“

Bryce

It’s Saturday. It’s a beautiful day in Honolulu, Hawaii. Warm and sunny exactly what the doctor ordered. I smile.

We opened the door leading out into the garden. A fresh ocean breeze is wafting inside the kitchen. I breathe in the scent and my body instantly calms down. Moving to Honolulu was the best decision we’ve ever made.

I look over at Luna who’s standing barefoot in the kitchen.

Luna and I are at home making breakfast and listening to DNCE song kissing strangers.

It’s my favorite time of the day. To make some breakfast. Well, Luna is making breakfast I’m just eating.

Damn, I have to put in some time at the gym. Maybe I can convince Luna to come with me. I laugh at that as I put my arms around Luna who leans into me.

Luna puts the stove off and I help her to put the food on the table outside in the garden.

“Don’t eat all the goods,“ Luna squats my hand away as I steal some bacon.

“Why? I can see only one snack and the job is taken,“ I say and Luna just shakes her head at me.

“You’re unbelievable you know that?“ she says and throws a napkin at me.

“You mean I’m unbelievably attractive? I know thanks,“ I say and Luna just laughs.

“And so humble too. I hope you won’t be too disappointed when I beat your very attractive ass later at minigolf,“ she says eating some bacon and we share some of her fruit salad.

I stop putting fruit on my plate and I eye her grinning.

“Really? And how will you do that? You usually lose. Sorry I love you Lu but you’re bad at bowling and I don’t think you’re going to beat me at mini golf,“ I say and eat some pineapple.

“You’re so sweet when you think you’re the only one who can win. I was gonna share a secret talent with orange soda, but I don’t know since I’m not going to win maybe another time,“ she says and I know she’s teasing but now I want to know more.

“You’re such a tease,“ I point my mango piece at her and she snatches it up with her mouth.

“Hey I was going to eat that,“ I say and grab another piece.

“Looks like you lost,“ she winks and chews on the mango piece.

I eye Luna from across the table as we eat in silence.

“Is it okay that Aubrey is coming along?“ I ask hesitantly since Luna and Aubrey, one of my fellow surgeon colleagues at Kuakini Medical Center, haven’t had the greatest start.

Luna shrugs.

“I’d like to get to know her. I mean she seemed pretty nice a few months ago when we had that pinktober event at the university,“ Luna says.

“She’s an exceptional surgeon. She’s giving me a run for my money. I know she’s had some personal problems that she’s dealing with. She can be bitchy but she usually doesn’t mean it.“ I say and catch Luna's hand in mine when her hand starts tapping on the table and drawing circles on the back of her hand. She smiles softly at me. Her green dress with daisies glowing with her.

“Before you ask I’m not saying this because I have any romantic feelings. I respect her a lot as a person and as a surgeon. I just think you’ve had a rocky start that’s all,“ I say and she grins.

“I think so too. I’d love to get to know her. I think she’s great. Maybe she’ll beat you at mini golf too,“ she says and I roll my eyes making Luna laugh.

Luna

There’s nothing more relaxing than going mini golfing with friends. And even better? It’s blacklight mini golf. How amazing is that? This is going to be great I can already tell.

Everyone is here at this super cool blacklight mini golf place called Glow Putt right here in Honolulu, Hawaii.

Everyone is here. Ethan and Hayley. My triplet cousins Evie, Soraya, and Skyler.

Elijah, Jackie, Sienna, and Tobias.

Rafael and Kyra couldn’t make it. Rafael had to work and Kyra said she had a date, which I’m super curious about. Can’t wait for the details. When it comes to dates? Kyra always has great stories to tell.

Our newest friends Aubrey and Meilani are here too. They both work with Bryce at the Kuakini Medical Center.

Aubrey dressed in a jade green flowy dress.

Aubrey is a surgeon just like Bryce.

Meilani dressed in a yellow, floral print silk dress, that ends a bit above the knees and some floral crochet sandals.

Meiliani is also my OB/GYN, she’s great. She and Sor hit it off ever since they first met. I can tell they’re great together.

Aubrey? I’m not so sure about her. But maybe she’s nice. Deep down. I’ll give her the benefit of the doubt. It’s never cool to judge someone, based on one time you’ve met them. Maybe you’ve met them when they had a bad day.

I smile as I lean into Bryce and don’t feel guilty for totally inhaling the scent of his shirt. He bought a new cologne recently because his old one was too much for me. Certain smells affect me a lot more now that I’m pregnant.

I play with Bryce’s hands as we‘re standing together by one of the holes.

The dark room is illuminated by vibrant neon colors, such as lemon, lime green, hot pink, aqua blue, electric orange, and vibrant purple.

The art is amazing. Whole scenes from the jungle and the deep blue ocean world are painted onto the walls and the floor. I think this could become my new favorite place.

I look around and see everyone in their little groups hanging out talking and laughing. I smile.

My cousins Evie, Sky, and Soraya are leaning on their golf clubs, all three of them opted for jeans, though Soraya and Evie both wear colorful blouses, while Sky is wearing one of his Hawaii shirts.

Tobias stands next to them in a white shirt and dark jeans. He must be telling a joke since all three of my cousins are hollering with laughter.

When I look further to my left I see Hayley in her lavender dress leaning into Ethan who’s wearing a grey shirt and dark blue jeans.

He smiles at Hayley. It’s a rare occasion for Ethan to smile, but it’s always nice to see.

Meilani and Aubrey joined in on the fun of playing blacklight minigolf, after their shift. Just to let out some steam after a long day at work.

Jackie, Sienna, Elijah, and Aurora are joking about a patient who got naked whenever someone entered his room. Jackie in her metallic dress and sneakers, is teasing Sienna that he’s got the hots for her. I caught the name Lucas and smiled.

Adam who stands next to Maxi with his hands in his jeans pockets and a dark olive green shirt smiles at Maxi. Maxi stands next to him and is wearing one of her cut-off jeans shorts and a super lacy camisole. She’s smiling and whispering something to Adam. Looks like things are looking up for those two. I’m excited to see my girl happy.

She catches me staring at them and grins. I blow her a kiss and she laughs out loud.

Keiki couldn’t make it since she had to study for her finals for December, but said to send pics of how her brother embarrasses himself. I will deliver embarrassing pics of Bryce.

”Are we going to stand around like a bunch of weirdos or are we going to play golf? Because that’s the sole reason we came here right? To have some fun and to show that surgeons can win at mini golf,“ I hear Aubrey say and everyone looks at her.

Ethan raises his eyebrows at her words.

Tobias's voice comes from beside my cousins.

”Well since you and Bryce are the only surgeons here I don’t know how you think you’ll win,“ Tobias just grins his green eye sparkling in the dim light.

Aubrey just smiles at him. Her face is saying ”Game on.“

I grin and look between them. I clear my throat.

Everyone shifts around and it becomes an awkward silence, while everyone introduces themselves.

Well, our group of friends is getting bigger and it’s nice if we know each other.

After that, we stand around not sure what to say next. Should we play or how do we go about it? Honestly, I’m not someone who’s at a loss for words but this time around? I feel a bit nervous and anxious.

Bryce takes my hand in his to help me and I grin thankfully at him. Skin-to-skin contact helps me with my anxiety.

I gnaw on my lip and try to think of something to say when Jackie breaks the silence and asks no one in particular.

”How about girls vs boys?“ she looks around.

”I wanted to be on Ethan’s team,“ I pout a bit disappointed.

Bryce bristles.

”Wait what? I thought we were a team?“ he asks.

Everyone chuckles.

”Looks like your woman showed you up Lahela,“ Tobias comments.

”Oh please I’ve won against Luna a couple of times,“ Bryce comments.

I smirk at B, lean into him and whisper.

”We’re always a team babe. Especially in bed…“ I whisper and leave the sentence hanging in the air. He just smirks.

”I can play dirty if that’s what you want. It’s my favorite,“ he says suggestively and I laugh much to the groaning of everyone else.

”Get a room,“ Ethan and Aubrey say at the same time.

Bryce and I grin and share a smile.

”Is it just me? Or does anyone else think this is creepy?“ Elijah asks and I add.

”Me too. They’re almost the same person. Though Ethan is a bit grumpier, which makes him adorable,“ I say and Sienna nods in my direction.

”I thought I was the only one who thought so,“ she says and we fist-bump each other.

Ethan sighs deeply.

”Can we please just play? I don’t want to have front-row seats for Lahela's make-out session. I’m getting annoyed by this banter and about the fact that you’re trying to make it about me,“ he says his tone getting grumpy.

Bryce can’t resist adding.

”Oh come on man you’d learn a thing or two,“ B adds.

Ethan just sighs.

”If you’re talking about tips on how to make out? I’ll pass. Thanks though,“ Ethan replies.

Hayley leans over and gives his stubbled cheek a light kiss.

”We love you grumpy and all,“ she says and keeps going.

”Though you’re right let’s play some minigolf. So I can finally beat your ass at something Ramsey,“ she says and earns hollers and laughs from everyone.

”Careful Rookie,“ a slight glint in his deep blue eyes.

She winks at him.

”Don’t you mean Valentine-Ramsey? Also if I act out you can just punish me later,“ she says and grins.

Jackie says loud enough for everyone in our group to hear.

”This is why I don’t like to spend time with Hayley and Ethan. They always talk about their sex life. Which is creepy,“ she says.

Hayley turns around.

”We can talk about yours,“ she says saucily.

Jackie laughs.

”You couldn’t stomach mine,“ she says and winks.

We all laugh.

Soraya chimes in.

”I think Jackie’s idea of girls vs. boys wasn’t so bad. We can wipe the floor with the guys,“ she says earning a high-five from Aubrey who decided to join in on the fun.

”Real talk. Let’s get started,“ Bryce says.

I’m still bummed I don’t get to be on Ethan’s team.

He sees my face and asks.

”Why don’t we mix it up a bit,“ Ethan asks, and everyone boos at him.

Bryce looks at me and says.

”Sure if you want to lose, let Luna be on your team,“ he teases.

I gasp and squint my eyes at my fiancé. Bryce comes back to kiss me, and my lips still tingle from our kiss even after the kiss ended. I smile.

Then he goes back to stand with the guys. The others laugh.

”Scared of losing Ramsey?“ Aurora asks her eyes twinkling.

Ethan smiles and shrugs.

”Have it your way. So what’s the losing team got to do?“ he asks and nobody has an answer to that.

”I’ve got it. Two words. Skinny dipping, huh?“ Sky asks.

Evie and Soraya say at the same time.

”Gross Sky. I don’t want to be scarred for life,“ they say shuddering both.

He sighs.

”Fine. Fair enough,“ he says.

”Why doesn’t the losing team just buy a round for the winning team?“ Sienna suggests.

We all nod and agree that that’s probably the best idea.

After we started playing I stand to the side and lean on my golf club. Just to breathe for a second.

Bryce puts his hands on my belly.

”Are you sure this isn’t too much for you? You’ve been up since early this morning,“ he asks concern lacing his every word.

”Is it weird that I find it hot that you’re concerned? But seriously I’m fine. The light breeze is doing wonders for me. The heat before was a bit much, to be honest,“ I say.

He puts a hand over my forehead. When he’s satisfied he takes his hand away.

Then he checks my pulse.

”Your pulse is a little high,“ he says.

”It’s because you’re standing next to me. Your beauty blinds me,“ I say teasing him.

He leans closer and pulls me behind a tree, out of sight of the others.

I can hear someone ask but can’t make out the voice too invested in Bryce‘s touch to care who asked.

”Where are Luna and Bryce?“

Sky laughs.

”They’re making out behind that tree,“ he laughs louder when heads turn in our direction.

”Just ignore them,“ he says smiling.

Bryce grins against my lips and we lean more into the shadows. Obscured from the view of the others. I just hope this tree won’t fall.

Evie says loud enough for me to hear.

”Let’s move to the next hole. They’ll catch up,“ she says.

I can hear someone making a dirty joke about the word hole, but too far into Bryce putting my right leg over his hip and kissing his way down my throat.

”I feel bad for making out when we’re supposed to spend time with our friends and family,“ I say gnawing on my lip.

He kisses me again and every thought of guilt flies out the window. We stand like that for what seems like an eternity.

Before we both smile and just decide to go back to the game. Lacing our fingers together.

”How are the guys already in the lead? The game just started!“ I say sadly to see that the guys lead and well the girls got a bit behind.

”I don’t care I’ve already won,“ he says kissing our interlaced fingers.

I look at him.

”How so?“ I ask totally confused.

”Because I got to lock lips with my favorite person,“ he says.

”Glad we could spend some time together. Though we were making out for some time and the girls got behind,“ I say.

Bryce laughs.

”Oh you and the others can still catch up,“ he grins.

”Oh? So you think you already got this huh? Nice try Lahela,“ I say and we join the others.

The make-out session was great, but I do want to play mini golf. That’s what we came here to do.

I’m standing together with Meilani, while Bryce is lining up his shot.

She whispers.

”Damn. I’m into women. But holy damn. Bryce? You’re a lucky woman,“ she says pointing with the putt in Bryce’s direction while watching Soraya laugh about a joke Sienna made.

I sigh while I watch him. His muscles move as he pulls up his shirt to dab away at some sweat on his brow.

I grin looking at his abs, which you can see from here. Feeling a little guilty, since I don’t love him just for his body. His mind is just as beautiful. But I can’t help checking him out. Who would fault me for that? He’s hot. I grin.

”It’s cruel that he looks this good. Though I guess you’re swooning over Sor,“ I grin and earn a chuckle from Meilani.

I get serious and dart a glance toward Meilani.

”By the way can I ask you something?“ I say not able to look her in the eye.

Meilani turns my way. Directing her whole attention to me. Giving me a sense of tranquility with her easygoing smile and the calmness I always feel when I’m around her. She’s the quiet to my inner storm.

She has a very excitable and bubbly personality similar to my own, but when it comes down to it. She’s very zen-like.

”Of course. What’s up,“ she asks. Playing with her bracelet. I look closely and see she’s wearing a yellow, floral print silk dress, that ends a bit above the knees and some floral crochet sandals. I like it it’s very Meilani.

I bite my lip, feeling super uncomfortable asking this.

”Do you think it’s normal, to be this turned on all the time?“ I ask her.

I’m probably looking as red as a fire hydrant. Sometimes I still get embarrassed when I ask certain questions.

She smiles and puts her hand on my arms.

”Your hormones are all over the place. It’s completely normal to want to have sex,“ she says and continues.

”You’re 7 months pregnant. But if you’re worried about hurting the babies, you don’t need to worry. They don’t mind it actually, studies have shown that babies get more relaxed and calm,“ she says and I gape at her.

”What? No way,“ I say sounding disbelieving.

She pats my shoulder.

”Trust me. The babies don’t mind. Just be careful not to be too rough. No experimental positions. I can give you a list of safe positions,“ she asks.

I blush furiously.

”Isn’t this convo weird?“ I ask.

She hugs me from the side.

”Not at all. I’m your doctor and your friend so it’s all good. We are friends right?“ she asks hesitantly.

I kiss her on her cheek.

”Of course you are. I’m glad we met,“ I say.

”Me too. I’ll send you that list,“ she says and walks off toward Soraya.

I nod and walk over to Bryce. I hug him and he pulls me close.

”There you are sunshine,“ he says giving me a soft kiss on my temple.

I tear up at the word sunshine.

He smiles and tucks me into him and I mumble something incoherent that probably sounded something like

”Love boo“.

”Love you too,“ he says kissing me once more before we walk towards the others.

I smile at Bryce and say to him.

”Want to know a secret?“ I ask him and he leans closer to me.

”You give the best hugs,“ I say and add ”With and without clothes,“ I say and he laughs out loud throwing his head back.

The others turn to us but when they see Bryce laughing so hard they start grinning too.

”Want to share with the class Lahela?“ Tobias asks and the others snicker.

He shakes his head at Tobias. And grins at me.

”Nope. This is not for your guy's ears,“ he says and gives me another kiss pulling me towards him and taking my cheeks into his warm, calloused hands.

They‘re all laughing and teasing each other. Having a great time.

”Oh, man. That doesn’t count. You cheated Sor. You guys saw that right? I can’t be the only one,“ Sky says.

I look over at the hole where Soraya's golf ball went into.

”Looks like the ball went through,“ I say and earn a grin from Soraya.

Sienna joins in.

”Yeah. Totally. Maybe you can learn a thing or two from us. So you wouldn’t miss all the time,“ she says and grins.

Sky throws up his hands.

”Everyone is ganging up on me,“ Sky complains.

Soraya laughs.

”Because you’re an easy target that we all love,“ she says grinning at him.

Ethan is the next who is lining up his shot.

“You better not miss Ramsey,“ Tobias says and gets a nod from Elijah and Sky.

Ethan just shakes his head.

“You guys are worse than interns,“ he says and the ball goes inside the hole.

Sky and Tobias run to him to hug him and Ethan is sandwiched between them. You can tell he feels uncomfortable.

Hayley just takes a pic.

She sees me and winks. Oh, this will definitely be sent to our group chat.

“See the guys are in the lead again,“ Sky says and grins at Ethan like they won some championship. I chuckle. I love my cousin.

“Okay okay enough with the hugs,“ Ethan sighs and when I see his mouth quirk up at the corners I can tell he wants to rile Sky up a bit. I grin and shake my head at Ethan.

“The girls can still win you know?“ Ethan points out and lets Hayley take the next one.

“Oh come on why ruin your win from a couple of seconds ago?“ Sky asks and glares at Ethan.

“I’m just stating a fact,“ Ethan replies grinning.

Hayley scores too and I can hear the guys groan.

Hayley gets a high-five from Sienna.

Ethan is right, we can still win this.

An hour later…

Luna

The boys lost to the girls.

I’m sitting down at the table of a restaurant we chose. I love the Christmas decorations they’ve put up. It’s very Hawaiian and tropical. Christmas songs are playing through the speakers.

So we picked a restaurant to celebrate at. One that isn’t too far away.

I love this place. Whenever we want to relax we come here. They have great food and them staff here is so nice and welcoming.

We choose a table that can actually seat all of us. Bryce and Sky went to take the first drinks with help from the other guys.

I’m sitting down and looking at the menu to decide what to order. I can feel like someone is standing next to my seat and when I look up I find a pair of brown eyes looking at me with uncertainty in their depths.

It’s Aubrey. We didn’t exactly get on from the start, but maybe we can talk and see if we’ve both just had a bad day.

“Is this seat taken?“ she asks hesitating to sit next to me.

I shake my head and make room for her.

“Just so you know? If I have to pee? Girl you’ll have to get up,“ I say and she grins.

“Deal,“ she says and an awkward silence settles around us.

I gnaw on my lip trying to think of something to say and to sort of break the ice, but Aubrey speaks first.

“I’m sorry I’ve been a bitch a couple of months ago when we met at the hospital. I’ve had a bad day, which is no excuse, but I wasn’t nice and I know you’re an awesome woman. At least what Bryce has said about you. He talks about you all the time by the way,“ she smiles and it transforms her seemingly cold demeanor to warm and friendly.

Like coming home from the cold and nestling in front of the fireplace to get warm.

”You’re right you were a bit bitchy. But I wasn’t nice either. It was that day I found out I was pregnant,“ I say nibbling on my upper lip.

Aubrey raises her eyebrows in surprise.

”Really? And here I go making a bad impression. To be honest I wanted you to like me. I’ve heard so many good things about you. From Bryce and Meilani,“ she smiles.

I grin at her. Feeling that this is the start of a new friendship.

I see Bryce and the other guys walk back to the table to put the drink orders down. And some of the food that’s ready. The other food orders aren’t done yet.

He keeps darting glances at me and Aubrey.

”Is it safe? Did you guys make up? Because I‘d hate it if it got awkward for all of us. No offense babe,“ he says and kisses me on the top of my head.

Someone throws a fry at me. When I look up I see that it’s by Aubrey.

”That was frying cute,“ I can’t resist adding while Bryce sits next to me and laughs silently.

Aubrey just rolls her eyes at me.

I grin even wider. Making her laugh will be a fun, new mission to have.

”God. You’re as bad with puns as Lahela is.“

Bryce looks up from the menu and frowns.

”Hey!“ he exclaims.

I lean into him and direct my attention toward Aubrey.

I point said throwing fry at Aubrey and take a bite.

”Don’t be such a fry-baby,“ I say not running out of fry puns.

The crispness and the saltiness of the fry give me almost an orgasm. But I tone it down since I’m in public.

Bryce snickers from the side. I wink at him.

Aubrey looks at us. Narrowing her eyes at me.

”You’re doing this on purpose aren’t you? I knew I should’ve ordered something stronger tonight. I’ll be right back,“ she says and is gone to get herself something stronger.

I lean into Bryce and when the rest of the food gets to the table I sigh with happiness. Food makes everything better.

Luna

Later that night I’m lying in bed next to Bryce. The door to our balcony is open to let in the moonlight shining into our bedroom.

I get up and check if Bryce woke up but he doesn’t even stir. Poor baby must be exhausted.

I smile and sit outside in one of the dark grey wicker armchairs and just look out at the ocean.

I lean back in the chair and hug my knees tight to my body. That’s when I feel a sudden kick. I look down and put my hand on my belly to see if it’ll happen again and when it does I get so excited. Oh my gosh. I feel tears running down my face. Who would’ve thought I’d have this life someday?

To be in a great relationship, be engaged, soon I’ll be married and two little ones running around the house.

I walk back into our bedroom and lie down next to B. I gently try and wake him up and when he does, he sees me smiling and raises an eyebrow.

”What?“ he asks half-asleep already.

I take his hand in mine and guide it to my stomach. Hoping the twins might kick again.

When they do he opens his eyes and I can tell he’s fully awake.

”Did that just happen?“ he asks his voice full of wonder.

I just nod and moves further down to put both of his hands on my stomach. He waits for a few heartbeats but when the kick doesn’t happen again he sighs, though he still smiles softly.

”I wanted to feel it again,“ he says sounding sad.

”They’re not circus performers. Though that would be so cool,” I say.

He grins at me.

“I love all these new memories we’re making together.”

Bryce kisses me softly and I lean into him.

We both smile at each other sharing this beautiful moment. Just us and no one else.

This right here is where I belong.

#Neon Lights #Luna Auclair (F!OC)#Bryce Lahela (M!MC)#open heart #cfws #cfws holidays 2022

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Hey wait, I should repost (and elaborate on) my observations and headcanons that I was posting on twitter while the Redfall account was posting promo videos leading up to launch. Leaving out the now-obvious theorizing and cult symbol recognition, it's mostly...no, uh, it's all just Devinder stuff, whoops. (His primary outfit still baffles me in some ways. Also, adding a few things I've noticed in-game so far.)

First, observations:

he's got sharply-square-toed calf-boots (in all his outfits, but especially the default) and I am thoroughly jealous perfect blend of practical with formal vibes, amazing shape without giving up the traction of a good rubber boot sole I NEED THEM

he has three stickers on the back of his phone (in the announcement trailer): one like his UK Cryptid Association patch, one that's a cartoony caped vampire with sunglasses, trying to hide from some bright flashes that says "NO FLASH PHOTOGRAPHY," and a round one with a simple eye that says "TRUTH SEEKER" along the top (and has a sentence around the bottom, but it's too small and blurry for me to make out, to my eternal lamentations)

his buttons are on the "wrong" side of his shirt when his collar is open (but with the attention to detail otherwise present from the devs, and the fact that they're like that in-game AND the announcement trailer, perhaps it was deliberate and they're magnetic buttons?)

he doesn't appear to be using belt loops in his hero trailer (though he definitely does in the Casual Hunter outfit, so they just probably weren't on that fancy model)

his standard belt is nylon with a quick-release buckle, which is also the buckle style on his backpacks (including the leather one)

his Dapper outfit has a nerdy leather shoulder harness with two pouches, one for his cell phone on his left side, and a paper journal with pen on the right (which would be hidden if he wore a jacket, but per the description of the outfit, "no jacket required")

while there are buckles on the front of said harness, there's also lobster-claw clasps on the back as an alternate release mechanism and very subtle pun

his primary outfit's gloves have a small gold fleur-de-lis printed on the end of the velcro strap, whereas his dapper outfit has driver's gloves with a snap strap

he has orange gloves(?) in his primary outfit, under his leather gloves, which are at least long enough to go well under his sleeves so no skin peeks out (what is this? why does he seem to have layered gloves? are they neat-colored compression gloves? or does he have ballroom-length gloves that match his silk scarf "a gift from [his] parents" awwww, so he can just doff the jacket and leather gloves at any time for a quick dapper look? presumably not, since he removes them for his casual outfit, but I just ??? truly baffling)

attended New College in Oxford doing the Philosophy, Politics, and Economics (PPE) course (which is apparently a 3-year thing), plus spending "the better part of a decade" cryptid-hunting...if we assume he started hunting after finishing his schooling, and that range being around 7-10 years, he's probably...somewhere between 28-31, maybe? could be younger if there's overlap between them, could be older if he didn't immediately dive directly into each thing

calls his viewers "Dev-iners" how cute is that I love it

seems to be titling his adventures in Redfall as "Delving Into Darkness"

clearly a Doctor Who fan (quotes include "allons-y!" after falling, and "don't blink" when he uses his Blacklight—and his first dapper suit being blue-and-brown could also be a subtle reference along with the fact that he has both a wristwatch and a pocketwatch as a potential "time lord" reference, unless that chain attaches to some other nerdy trinket)

he has written and recorded notes as the descriptions of two legendary weapons (that I've seen), as follows:

Clacker (electric pistol, blue and yellow funky little thing):

Hey Remi! I don't know where you found this thing, looks like it was assembled by an Elwetritsch after a 3 day bender. One of those cultists with more thumbs than sense, no doubt. But I pulled it apart and fixed up a few contacts so the chance of fatally shocking yourself is minimized (note my word choice). Now it's like a little cousin to my Javelin. You know, it's kind of cute now that I'm looking at it. -- D

Snipe Hunter (stake launcher, an unpainted version of what he had in the announcement trailer, with sharpie-scribbled notes in several places on it):

Crousley Tapes (Private) Cortana Suggested Title: "It's a cloudy day and I'm thinking of my mum" [VOICE REC BEGINS] "Note to self, something to file away for later. Whenever it turns foggy like this, like sodden grey cotton, I think of mum. When I was a kid she said that I had a big imagination. Unlike a lot of people, she meant it as a compliment. I saw things, things other people simply missed. But she told me to always trust myself. Sounds easy, but every day since then I've tried to live up to that." [VOICE REC ENDS]

Which leads to: headcanons!

he's the oldest in the group (because Jacob's timeline is fuzzier to me, and Jacob asking "your parents okay with these little field trips of yours?" in Dev's hero trailer is SO much funnier to me if Dev's the oldest)

has chronic pain in (at least) his hands (possibly from piano plus frequent fiddly tinkering, or just General Fuckery that happens for some folks regardless of age—and I assume it's mild to moderate/otherwise fluctuates, since he's clearly not slowing down with tinkering, and is capable of at least short tunes on piano)

specific reasoning/potential evidence for the above includes but is not necessarily limited to: possible compression gloves, quick-release buckles, maybe magnetic buttons, plus the clasps on the back of his nerdy dapper harness (they may be how he does easier release when he struggles with the buckles? assuming his other joints aren't borked, because they're behind him? I'm less clear on if they're actually practical though)

neurodivergent as all get-out (is this even a headcanon, it feels like it's been self-evident from the second he showed up, though the specifics are up to interpretation)

trans/nonbinary because why not, I'm already out here projecting, and he layers enough for the vibe, also "TRANSlocator" puns

bi? ace? monsterfucker? etc.? I don't know, I need to see if anything specific comes up in dialogue at all but he is just so very queer as is the whole cast it's great

he clearly used some research he did into the psychic Nests(/the dream-like Trance) to create his (literally-)dreamy Quantum Kerfuffle decoy (the final Translocator skill), because holy SHIT does that thing draw in every vampire within what I swear is the same radius a Nest covers, it's the most beautiful hazard on the entire island

#redfall #devinder crousley #headcanon #long post #parentheticals abound #I'd be sorry but #I don't know how else to communicate 2+ simultaneous thought threads #also I thought his university schooling would've been longer oops #I was thinking he could be anywhere from 30-40-ish #I'm also working on a(n unrelated) small silly comic #which I will post on my artblog when I finish #I'm trying to remember how to let things stay sketchy so I can finish anything ever #because I've still got a bit of burnout #but it has already taken a couple days of fiddling around oops #look I had to set the scene and the scene is a ravine #with a lot of bodies in it #drawing rocks in (pretend) perspective and multiple people (even tiny) takes time to figure out

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