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lolafarofa · 5 months

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Hey Chat! - Taehoon Seong x Reader

Masterlist - Part 1 - Next

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Chapter 1 - Love at first sight.

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It's been two hours since Y/N started playing Minecraft on their livestream channel. After shamelessly dying to a baby zombie, they decide to talk with the chat for a little bit.

“I am getting tired of playing this for today.” They say playing it off to the viewers.

PurpleStar: tired lol

SuperGrill: tired of dying

LeonKenough: play fortnite

“Im not going to play fortnite, get out of my chat Leon.”

LesbianProtector: i am going to sleep even if it is still in school bye guys

SuperGrill: good sleep ♡♡♡

Hellhound: don't let the bed bite the bugs

Hellhound: no wait

Randomizedname: lol (Bye Lesbian Protector ♡)

“Goodbye queen.” Y/N says turning to grab a water bottle and drinking some of it.

“Let's talk for a bit.” They say getting closer to the screen and reading the chat that is moving quickly. “What do you guys want to talk about?” They ask the chat.

Comments start to flow super fast.

SuperGrill donated XX,xx - How are you adjusting to South Korea?

“I kinda forgot to talk more about this.” Y/N gets visibly excited.

“Last week my dad and I finished opening some boxes that were still left and my brother finally managed to get admitted to a school close to our house.”

LeonKenough: unfortunately

“Now I have some peace in the morning.” They laugh showing their tongue playfully.

LeonKenough: just wait you will have to get to school too beach

Y/N squinted their eyes to the screen after their brother commented. “I just remembered something. Shouldn't you be in class right now?”

SuperGrill: got him

Hellhound: in 4k

LeonKenough left the live stream.

ShampooFairy: lololololololololol

“Kids these days.” Y/N shakes their head.

“Anyways. I have to end the stream now.”

Misterworldwide: i just got here wtf

MountainBike: they need to poop

LittleRat: let them go poop in peace

“I just have some errands to run.” They laugh at the chat.

Y/N say goodbye to the viewers and finish another successful live stream.

They grab some food wrappers and the empty water bottle and makes their way to the kitchen.

“Can you go to the grocery store for me?” Their father asks as soon as they step in the kitchen.

“I was just about to do it.” Y/N laughs, grabbing the list that was on the fridge and leaving.

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All the confidence they had on finishing the list vanished once they got lost on an aisle, they had no idea of what the products were.

“Shit.” Y/N says scanning everything with their eyes trying to find the specific type of after shave cream their father wants.

“Excuse me sir.” Y/N tries to get the attention of a man who was close to them.

He looks like he is the same age as my dad. Y/N thought. He will know what type of thing the old man likes.

Once the strange man turns around, Y/N feels the air of their lungs disappear. It was like getting hit in the chest. Is this what love at first sight is supposed to feel?

The man was wearing glasses and wearing some kind of fighting uniform. Judo? No. Maybe Taekwondo. Yes, maybe. Taekwondo is famous in Korea.

“Do you need any help?” The man asks with a smile on his face while adjusting the glasses he was wearing.

“My father wants this very specific after shave thing and I have no idea of this type of thing.” Y/N puts all their mind in not stuttering.

The man happily helps find the right product and after Y/N thanks him and is ready to continue with their shopping, he hands them a paper flier before leaving.

“Taekwondo lessons? Pay one month and get six free…” They read quietly to themselves.

After getting everything they needed from the store, Y/N runs home with a plan.

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Note: English is not my first language, please let me know if there is any mistakes.

#seong taehoon #how to fight taehoon #taehoon x reader #viral hit taehoon #taehun seong #how to fight #viral hit #viral hit x reader #how to fight x reader

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howlinchickhowl · 9 months

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It's day four and we're posting up early today because a gal's gotta work tonight. As usual thank you @gallavichthings for this fun list of prompts and for putting this all together.

To Sir, With Love four - teachers

The teacher’s lounge is like a time capsule, set in resin in the late ‘70s and never changed a day since. There’s something kind of comforting about it.

The whole neighborhood has changed so much the last few years, housing developers and rich lesbians and ‘young professionals’ transforming the bleak streets of his youth into lush green pastures and driving up the price of every single fucking thing. The price of beer at the corner store by his apartment is fucking insane, and if he wants to eat a vegetable every once in a while he practically has to take out a loan.

The teacher’s lounge though, that can always be relied on to look and feel and smell exactly the same as the day before, and the day before that, and the day before that. Piles of papers stacked high on every surface, a collection of typewriters and ash-trays in the corner by the microwave, remnants of a bygone era, the disposal of which seems to be nobody’s job. The faded sparkles in the stained linoleum that try valiantly to glimmer, the stale but sustaining aroma of years of coffee brews and spills and stains. Day in, day out, exactly the same.

Not today.

Today there’s a new smell. Not wholly new, but different. The rich aroma hits him in the face right as he opens the door and he stops short.

“The fuck’s that smell?” He asks the room, already quietly bustling with the regular crowd of overtired public school teachers he calls co-workers.

“Good morning Mickey”

Ian Gallagher, fresh-faced and too fucking smiley for this ungodly hour of the morning greets him from over by the coffee station, clutching his favorite mug in both hands like he’s a fucking teenage girl. He brought the mug from home, it’s got pictures of a bunch of kids on it, his family, he told Mickey once at the start of the year. Weird kinda family, two redheads, two brunettes, some guy who looks like a fuckin’ rat and a little black kid, probably about twenty years between all of them Mickey’d guess. He’s never asked.

Gallagher’s a new hire, fresh out of qualification at the start of the year and clearly overjoyed to be here, shaping young minds or whatever. Mickey knows he’s got at most a whole school year of feeling that way before the fucking grind of it starts to get to him. Too many kids and not enough money and no resources and a senior staff so apathetic that there’s no hope of anything ever getting better.

Normally he finds the fresh meat irritating, they’re too friendly, too enthusiastic, he gives them a wide berth and waits for them to learn, or to burn out.

Something about Gallagher though, sweet-natured and keen but not naïve or over the top, he’s kind of hoping that this one will survive.

Helps that he’s easy on the eyes. Bright red hair, pale, freckled skin, calm green eyes and the body of a fuckin’ cross-fit dad. Mickey doesn’t hate to look at him, wouldn’t hate being tossed around by him neither if it came to that but he doesn’t have a good read on the guy yet. They’re friendly, kind of. As friendly as Mickey ever is with a colleague. Maybe a little more. He likes talking to the guy. Likes looking at him.

“Gallagher.” He replies by way of a hello. His question about the smell still hasn’t been answered. “Why does it smell weird in here?”

Gallagher smiles, a sweet little thing that speaks of a giddy kind of smugness.

“I changed the coffee. Do you want some?”

It’s not that Mickey was attached to the old stuff, it was basically watered-down tar at it’s very best, but it was at least familiar. The devil he knew. And there’s no telling what kind of hair-brained scheme Gallagher might have replaced it with.

“It’s not fuckin’ decaf is it?”

That gets him a warm little chuckle and a friendly eye-roll.

“No, Mickey I would never do that to you. It’s just different. The stuff we had ran out and there was some disagreement over whose turn it was to go and buy it and it was fucking awful anyway and I saw an opportunity. I got us a subscription.”

“A subscription?”

“Yeah! The finest blends, delivered straight to our door. And all the proceeds go towards supporting women’s healthcare in Sierra Leone. Isn’t that cool?”

Is it cool? Mickey’s unclear exactly on why they should give a shit about helping people in Africe when there’s plenty of healthcare problems here at home, but if the coffee’s good he’s not exactly gonna kick up a fuss.

“Is it good?”

“What does your nose tell you?” Gallagher asks him with a tap to the nose, and Mickey rolls his eyes. The guy’s hot but he’s a fucking cheeseball.

It does smell pretty fucking good. It tastes pretty great as well, he has to admit when Ian passes him a cup, Mickey’s own favorite, not that he’d ever tell anyone he has a favorite. It sends a funny kind of warmth through him to think that Gallagher might just have noticed.

“It’s decent.” He admits, and Gallagher’s mouth opens to respond but there’s a knock on the door, and Mickey, being the closest faculty member to it, reluctantly turns to swing it open.

It’s a kid. Which makes sense, adults don’t normally knock, but it’s early still for kids to be in the building, even with extra-curriculars. He takes in the girl, he doesn’t know her. She’s skinny, reminds him of Mandy in her ripped black jeans and vintage band tee, kind of funny that kids are still dressing like that. She’s staring at him apprehensively, one hand still raised where she had been knocking.

“What?”

She looks taken aback by his brash question, a lot of the teachers are kinda soft with the kids, treat ‘em like babies. Not Mickey.

“Um. Is—Is Mr Gallagher here?”

“No.” He barks, and swings the door closed.

“Mickey!”

Gallagher’s face is incredulous, half a foot from his own where he had clearly been on his way to meet the student when Mickey had closed the door.

“What?” Mickey feigns innocence, and it gets him a laugh.

“I’m right here!”

“She doesn’t know that. It’s too early for kids, you ain’t even really workin’ yet.”

That much he’s right about, everyone gets in early but no one’s supposed to be working ‘til seven, and Gallagher would do well to learn a thing or two about boundaries. He’s got to learn to separate himself from the kids, take the time for himself. He doesn’t seem ready to hear that though, rolling his eyes, even though he’s still smiling.

“It might’ve been important. Who was it?”

Mickey shrugs, takes a gulp of his actually really fucking good coffee.

“I don’t know. Girl. Dark hair. Didn’t give a name.”

“You didn’t ask.” Gallagher fixes him with some attempt at a reprimanding look that Mickey has to duck his face into his mug to hide his response to.

“Eh I’m not your messaging service, alright.” He says once he’s got his grin under control.

“No you’re a fucking menace. Get out of the way, I’m gonna go find her.” Gallagher brushes past him, almost a full body check, really, that Mickey is certain wasn’t necessary. He grins into his coffee and goes to sit down, content to feel the ghost of Gallagher’s body up against his for the rest of the morning.

(btw the coffee subscription is a real thing run by the brothers Green, it's called Awesome Coffee Club and proceeds are donated to Partners In Health in Sierra Leone who are their long time charity partners.)

#fic #my fic #my writing #howl does a.u.gust #gallavich fic #ian x mickey

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pastel-rights · 6 months

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I think you could describe them even MORE out of context. A mega contextless list if you will.

aNON??? I... guess you will get your mega list after all! Don't go too crazy trying to figure out what goes to what muse!!

-- sir I know they say to dress your best but this REALLY is not the occasion to be doing this. sir you're going to hell not to prom. SIR!!

-- my favorite little mochi cameraman :] he's very friend-shaped, a little quiet but a good lad a respectable fellow.

-- l-l-lucky number four!! now get in the car, loser. We got seeds to buy from the store.

-- i roasted you so hard you got thanos snapped out of existence. also I think I also gaslit you once too.

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oh my GOD YOU'RE FOURTH ON THE LIST AND YOU GOT LUCKY NUMBER FOUR'D. SUCK IT BITCH /j

-- is the neutron the powerhouse of the cell. are you the powerhouse of MY cell? dramatic gasp.

-- colors have voices. Orange sounds like a friend? enemy? Green sounds like people you hate. Purple sounds like your friend and your "friend's" roommate. white sounds like birds. pink sounds both like love and whores, supposedly.

you also have a talent for shocking people with no reason and never shutting the fuck up even if you REALLY need to.

Also please never take mushrooms ever again.

also the warehouse. shudders.

-- please stop biting the patroller. this isn't a funny bit this is a genuine cry for help /j

-- stop riZZING UP DEMONBANE but please do keep decking Plutone.

-- you romanticize the wrong sibling, sister. get a GRIP. i love you though. keep slaying, girlquestion.

-- the police but actually likeable. also she explodes you with sweets..

-- miss i know you're sad about your divorce but im TRYING to decode here miss miss PLEASE.

-- omg is that the mcdonalds employee is that the mcgirlfailure. you forgot my mcflurry I'm in AGONY.

-- fruity ass. fruitcake. friend of the lesbians, exploder of the homophobes. ily.

-- sir i know you're haunted by your boss's closet and the food she wants you to cook and the horrors but there's no reason to be THIS dramatic. DAMN.

-- if you disappear to the Bahamas one more time I'm gonna flop over and CRY.

-- punishment this sinner that why don't you stop bitchin' and get some bitches instead. god you're pathetic. /ref

-- you need therapy. and to stay away from the flames the do NOT speak to us they do NOT call our names.

-- sweet tooth with a side of murdering you murdering you mur-

-- you're one of two muses who are normal. congrats, have a cookie!

-- i'm sorry for cussing i'm SORRY i will find an alternative I sincerely aPOLOGIZE PLEASE DON'T YELL AT ME????? also I like penguins too can we be friends. i can ignore the fact you're haunted by the horrors.

-- the first person to ever rizz me before. under the sea rizz /j

-- i love you. you're the light of my life. i only want the best for you. [ throws the fauti at you like a homing missile ]

-- the marriage certifcate is fake and we both know it but at this point I'm too baffled by it's existence to really care. also stop surprise adopting kids that's just called kidnapping.

-- you went from fake marriage to a real marriage and i don't know if i respect that or hate that. it's been months and I still cannot decide. at least, the cake tasting arc was cute!! also give mE BACK MY MUSE'S COAT DAMNIT.

-- how did you murder your wife you are a WEAK bitch. possessed by demons. weak ASS.

-- alcoholic but glowstick

-- stop calling me babygirl i'm neither baby nor a girl.

-- how do you have a husband? no like genuinely i'm SO baffled. /lh

-- father in law.

-- cosmic eldritch horror but the real horrors is the fucking key you keep showing me. please let me go I just want to see my husband and daughter.

what do you MEAN he is my husband WHAT.

-- your letters have ruined my life.

-- my VERY real father. of course I get excited whenever i see you around you're very cool and I miss you :(

-- you got hit by the tram once while breakdancing and I'll never forget about that /pos /lh

-- please i just want the divorce papers... what do you mean, I don't NEED a marriage counselor OR a priest. also you threw your friend not once but twice and you're so real for that.

-- the TRUE toxic yuri. also you multiplied and became french which is funny.

-- too many rules to remember. also you're short and I want to rattle you.

-- twitter but cooler!

-- you canonically give spirits bad vibes which is fucking HILARIOUS.

-- i'm noT A FUCKING CAT UNHAND MEE YOU SLIMY WHELP. OUGHHHH also NO I will NOT take a break. >:(

-- the vibes are a WILD way to judge someone but it's even MORE wild the vibes are usually right.

-- the way you just grabbed him was so funny. weak as hell but you had the spirit!!!

-- not a muse i see often but there's like 3 of you floating around and THAT is a funny ass fact.

-- "this is my safety gun." "well can you put it away?" "but my safety gun :("

-- you can't do math yet somehow you made a plan to overthrow your brother and become a god practically and I don't know if I'm impressed or just saddened by that thought.

-- please leave my eyes alone.

-- the manager of the costco! i wonder if he ever got out...

... or unpossessed.

-- no running in the halls!!! /ref

-- bakery owner who i would forfeit all mortal possesions to <333

-- girlboss and her 203948043 vessels

-- peepaw i don't like guns. or fake yous.

-- how's your father's divorce going? do you need a hug. /lh

-- vida la revolution!!!

-- how did you get into my house and why are you talking about fireworks and poetry i just want to disassociate about my brother's traumatic death and disconnect from the world around me, i didn't ASK for an impromptu therapy session.

-- orphan.

-- uno card eater AND number one on the debt list. also your demons. that's fucked up.

#( this took forever i'm in tears /lh )

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cator99 · 2 months

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I feel less nervous in the women's change room now than I did as a panicked lesbian child in swim (I preferred when my dad would dress me tomboyishly so he could just take me and my younger brother into the mens room while we could still get away with that sort of thing ykwim but those are memories i dont have time to get into)(I also spent years as a teen feeling comfortable using mens washrooms and pool change rooms under the protection of my group home brothers– when men would say "hey you cant bring her in here," they would shout "that's our brother idiot! Mind your business!!!... lol)(prior to this I had been at some point an out lesbian while doing my bronze cross like girls would get curious and I'm very friendly so they'd just ask about it LOLLL) for instance for the first time in my life I feel comfortable enough to actually use the curtained-off showers sans swimsuit but not comfortable enough to walk around in a towel to get dressed by the lockers afterwards so usually the bottoms of my pants are a bit wet from putting them on in my shower cubicle but today when I was getting dressed a group of elderly women (70+) got into the showers and just stripped down entirely curtains wide open so they could chat and hang out and that was dope but I had that nervous thought about how some random man called me sir at the corner store on my way here and I'm like hairy jacked and bald so what if they think I'm a male pervert and make a fuss fml so I finished changing grabbed my bag and quickly left only for one of them to come after me a minute later (donning a towel this time) to tell me I forgot my goggles! Lol... very kind of her.

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trans-queen-administrator · 6 months

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oh i have been tagged in a thing. ty @yugonostalgia2019. time to overshare

3 ships: Hmmmm ok I gotta list Taylor x Lisa, their dynamic makes me go absolutely feral without fail. Honestly I don't even need them as a ship I just love how horrible and amazing they are for each other. I am limiting myself to one Worm ship here, despite how much it pains me, but I shall provide brief descriptions for the other ships for the people who don't know the non-worm stuff here. Marina x Pearl from Splatoon are so damn cute and I adore them. Nepotism baby punk soundcloud rapper x runaway genius former child soldier military engineer is honestly just 10/10, and they're just so good! I swear to god if the DLC doesn't have a 20 minute cutscene of lesbian cephalopod kissing I'll riot. Splatoon is my biggest fandom besides Worm which is kind of hilarious to me considering the sharp difference in tone. Third ship... hmmm, The Doctor x River Song. I just think it's genuinely such a sweet concept and wonderfully executed, two time travelers who are in love but keep meeting each other in the wrong order so their experiences and knowledge of the other don't match up is tragic and great and I nearly cried at their final episode. Honestly just been a River Song fan forever too, she's eternally my transition goals.

First ever ship: Ohhhhh gosh this one is lame. Back when I was a wee lass in middle school browsing FF.net endlessly, my main fandoms were Pokemon and Super Smash Bros. I flat out didn't realize that you could ship anything except a man and a woman because like, no one told me, and I kinda was just not a fan of romance because I thought it was always forced in stories (I was right about that tho). But then I read a Smash Bros fanfic that had Lucina and Palutena shipped and I was just like... damn, women can kiss? That sounds so cool. Shame I can never do that. And so I read the shockingly large number of fics shipping those two because it was the only wlw ship I knew existed.

Last song: I don't actually listen to music that much. Last song is uhhh... the Monster Sanctuary PVP Theme I guess due to playing Monster Sanctuary PVP. If we're talking actual music, I think my sister forced me to listen to some Taylor Swift song recently? Idk what it was but I think the album was called 1984.

Last movie: I also don't watch movies much! Uhhhhhhhhh I think it was Sharknado 3: Oh Hell No. Might have been a different one? The Sharknado movie that ends with them crashing down to Earth inside of a shark after fighting them off from a satellite and one of the characters gives birth while coming down inside the shark and the baby cuts its way out with a chainsaw before the mom gets crushed by falling debris. Sorry for spoiling, I know everyone was really looking forward to watching Sharknado 3.

Currently reading: Making my way through the Snapshots series of Splatoon fics which are so fucking good. For published stories though, Sir Gawain and the Green Knight for a class. Thinking about rereading Worm and posting about it but I gotta beat the Lakesbian copy allegations.

Currently watching: I'm don't really watch anything when I'm on my own, I prefer to read in almost all situations. When I go home though, I watch One Piece with my sister because it is nice to spend time with her and she's very passionate about the show.

Currently consuming: Nerds Gummy Clusters. I regret every bite but I bought this shitty bag of candy so I gotta finish it. Fuck these are terrible.

Currently craving: Mini Chewy Sweettarts. They're my favorite candy and I have a massive sweet tooth so I've been craving them, but I swear every single damn store in a mile radius stopped stocking them and is now selling "Sweettart gummies" or "Sweettart chewy fusions" or "Sweettart ropes" or "Sweettart rope bites" and that is not what I desire! Where is my delicious mouth hurting candy ;-;

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tabbycatplushy · 6 months

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Big Questions: Prologue

Featuring: Joule, Mocha, Paprika, Natalia, Lizzie

2.9k words. Full story: 18k words

Joule has just moved to the city, and now she finds herself living with two friendly, pretty, gay, attractive... roommates. When she suddenly shrinks down to five inches tall, will she be able to deal with the consequences while navigating her budding poly relationship?

This prologue chapter is mostly a rewrite of my old story, First Meeting, with some extras leading up to this larger story. The actual shrinking doesn't happen until chapter one, sorry!

[disability, shrinking, lesbian romance, anxiety, polyamory, furries]

>> PROLOGUE (YOU ARE HERE) >> CHAPTER ONE >> CHAPTER TWO >> CHAPTER THREE

MARCH

Joule twisted the four screws that secured the side panel and lifted the dark glass pane, revealing the mismanaged guts of the customer’s computer.

“You said it just won’t turn on?”

“Yeah,” said the customer, a bearded human. “So what’s wrong with it?”

“Let’s find out.”

With deft paws she began excavating the actual components from the tangled mess of unused wires and connectors inside. She started pulling out these pieces, laying the useless things off to the side. As Joule worked she tried hard not to focus on her boss, who was observing the interaction from the sidelines.

Don’t fuck this up, please don’t fuck this up…

She tried to distract herself with small talk. “So… you built this yourself, huh?”

“Yep. Watched a few YouCube videos and followed those. I did everything right, so I think one of the components is busted.”

“Ah.”

She finished digging out the last of the superfluous stuff. “Well the first thing I’m seeing is… all this. Do you know what it is?”

“Those are just the extras, they don’t matter.”

“Extras?”

He made an exaggerated nodding motion. “The extra wires and stuff that came with everything else.”

“So… why are they in here?”

“Because I didn’t want to lose them?”

“Ah, of course.” Joule took a deep breath to regather her patience. Her tail snapped angrily behind her. “Well, now that I’ve cleaned it out a bit, let’s see what we can see.”

She began to pick through the wires and boards, feeling each with the tip of her claw before moving on to the next. She felt electricity thrumming within each one. And then…

“Here we go.”

She plucked up a group of small cables and moved them to another port on the motherboard. “The case’s power button wasn’t connected right. Should work now.”

“Really? I could’ve done that.”

“Well, you didn’t. Thank you for choosing TekRite. By the way,” she handed him the bundle of extra junk. “Keeping this stuff inside the case will cause problems over time.”

“Yeah, whatever. So like, how much are you going to charge me?”

“We don’t charge for quick fixes like this. Just remember us when it actually breaks.”

“Oh, nice.”

The bearded human collected his things and left without another word. Joule sighed as she pulled off the grounding wire attached to her arm, and turned to her boss. “How’d I do?”

Kurt, a balding human in his fifties, was the owner of TekRite: a local computer store tucked in the corner of a strip mall, and the place where Joule had worked for the past week.

“You were a bit snappy with him. But your advice was sound, and you diagnosed the problem quickly. That power of yours is real’ nifty.”

Kurt had already put her through several tests to make sure she could actually detect electrical current as she claimed. Then, for the past week, she had been shadowing him as he showed her the ropes of working at TekRite. This customer was the first real test of what she had learned.

“Sorry sir, I’ll try to be more patient with the customers.”

“See that you do. You’re doing great so far, though. Customer service is the one area you could stand to improve in.”

The rest of the shift was a mix of training and hands-on work with some other broken PCs. She spent most of it hunched over the counters, working on this or that. By the end, her feet and back ached from all the standing. She was glad to finally clock out at the end of her four hours. She enjoyed her job; if only she wasn't so tired at the end of it.

When she had landed this job, Joule had thought for a moment that things were finally going to get easier, at least for a little while. But while she had now secured a job, she hadn’t exactly figured out her housing situation yet.

For the last three weeks since she moved to San Orchidia, she had been sleeping on her cousin Alex’s couch. And while Alex kept saying she could stay as long as she needed, Joule could tell it was wearing on them more and more every day.

Despite all of that, Joule let herself relax just a bit; the next part of her day was bound to me far more pleasant. She checked her watch; eleven o’clock. Plenty of time to walk to the coffee shop.

Several months ago, Joule met Mocha and Paprika in an online gaming community. The three of them had hit it off instantly, and started messaging daily soon after. They had made plans to meet up in person as soon as Joule got into town; plans which had been continuously pushed back as Joule struggled to get her life started in the city.

Now they were finally, finally going to meet.

Joule’s tail flicked back and forth in anticipation; even the pain in her feet wasn’t enough to dampen her spirits. She crossed her fingers, hoping at least this one thing could go well. If it did, she would have at least two friends in the city. She didn’t want to think about the alternative.

Joule followed the directions on her phone as it led her further into downtown, skyscrapers rising higher and higher around her. She spotted the sign for the coffee shop they were to meet at. As she got closer, she checked her messages.

mocha: we are in a booth near the window. im wearing pink, and paprika has red hair <3

With that description in mind, Joule instantly spotted them through the glass, her eyes drawn by a flash of pink and orange: the brunette cowgirl with cream-colored fur was definitely Mocha, wearing a pink cropped blazer and a blouse which had clearly been modified to show a tasteful amount of cleavage. Leaning affectionately against her in the booth was a much shorter orange tabby catgirl who must have been Paprika, wearing a loose white tank emblazoned with the phrase 'THIS MACHINE KILLS FASCISTS.' Her tied-back hair was fiery, long and red and fading to blonde at the tips.

Mocha immediately spotted Joule as she entered through the double doors, and raised her hand in a friendly wave accompanied by a warm greeting smile.

Wow, she’s gorgeous, was Joule’s first thought. She waved back and pointed to the front counter, indicating she was getting a drink before she sat down.

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“Pap, she’s here,” said Mocha, nudging her girlfriend out of the purring reverie she had sunk into. She gestured with her snout towards the catgirl that had just walked inside, and was now ordering a drink at the counter. Mocha watched her as Paprika stirred awake. As usual, the fashion side of her brain took over as she began critiquing Joule’s appearance.

She’s lanky, the cowgirl thought. That uniform isn’t doing her any favors. And her hair could use some work. Still, I suppose she’s cute in an awkward sort of way…

“Oh fuck, she is hot!” Paprika whispered through her teeth as she smiled. Joule was now approaching, steaming drink in hand. “I told you she would be! Look at that coat!”

Mocha had to agree; if the girl had a defining characteristic, it was her lustrous coat. Light gray, with darker stripes running down the back and patterning the face, and a near-white front-coat. Between the stripes, an undercoat of dark orange shone through in places, most prominently on her pink nose and the tips of her dark, wavy hair.

Mocha began to think her initial assessment of the girl had been a tad unfair. Pap’s right, with a little work she could actually be quite—

Mocha’s train of thought was cut short when the cat stubbed her foot on the wet floor sign and, as she was righting herself, slipped with her other foot in a puddle of coffee. Her feet flew upwards, and her head took their place on the floor.

***

Half a dozen people rushed towards Joule as she fell. It was all she could do to yell “Don’t touch me!”

It came out far more harshly than she had intended, but it worked. Her friends, as well as the barista and several other patrons, stopped in their tracks. Paprika knelt down a few feet away, giving her plenty of space. Joule’s hackles were already standing up from the stress, and her short hair was beginning to tingle and stand straight out.

Okay, now just calm down. You can do that. No need to zap anyone. Joule closed her eyes and began the breathing exercises to ground herself, but it was a paltry effort. Oh god, they think I’m stupid. And an asshole. That’s their first image of me in real life, shouting at everyone when they’re just trying to help me… fuck. She could feel the static buzzing around her now, building in a bubble that would shock anyone who entered.

She heard a voice, saying, “Hey, Joule, are you okay? Can we help at all?”

She opened her eyes. It was Paprika who was speaking. “No!” she replied. “I mean, thank you… I just need to calm down. Then it’ll go away.”

“Alright. I’m Paprika, by the way. It’s so cool to finally meet you!” The tabby gestured upward towards the cow, who was now standing at full height nearby. And—the poor, gay little catgirl couldn’t help but notice—her height was full indeed. She must be over six feet tall, and it’s curves all the way down!

“Anyway,” Paprika continued, “we just wanted to mention that we think your coat is gorgeous! Do you groom it yourself?”

In between her rhythmic in- and exhalations, Joule answered, “Ahh… yeah, I guess. I just… do whatever…” She wasn’t sure how to answer that, even if she wasn’t in the midst of a panic attack—it was taboo to ask a cat how she groomed, even from another cat.

“Interesting,” Paprika said, as if Joule had given an actual answer. “I mostly self-groom, but every once in a while Mocha and I like to go to this salon down the street. They specialize in felines, so they really know how to treat a girl. Which reminds me, today’s feeling like a she/her-kind-of-day for me. Remind me what your pronouns are again?”

“Uhm… yeah, thanks for telling me. She/her.”

“Right, I thought so. Hey, you just got off work, right? Is that your uniform?” The tabby gestured at the unflattering gray shirt and slacks.

“Mm hmm. I wouldn’t be wearing this by choice.”

“Ugh, tell me about it. I used to work at that burger chain, Meat Monarch? Their uniforms were the worst against my fur, so uncomfortable. And the colors did not match at all. Know what I’m talking about?”

“Yeah, for sure… I think your coat is very pretty too, by the way.”

“Aww, thanks! I try.”

Mocha brought down one elegant hand to touch Paprika’s shoulder. “Crisis averted, love. Joule, would you like to join us at the booth?”

Joule opened her mouth to say no, I can’t, I might hurt someone, but she stopped. The bubble of static around her, she felt, was dissipating into harmless background noise. She steadied her breathing and began to stand up once more. Paprika offered a paw, which Joule gladly took, and yanked her up into a tight hug.

“It’s so good to see you, friend!” she said. “Welcome to San Orchidia!”

Joule, confused and then relieved, hugged her back. When Paprika finally let her go, Mocha immediately pulled her into another, somehow even tighter, hug. The cow was every bit as strong as she looked, and even lifted Joule off the ground for a moment.

Joule couldn’t keep a smile from her face. My friends! I’ve finally met my friends!

Leaning over, she examined the dark coffee stain on her work pants with a sigh.

“I wouldn’t worry about that,” said Mocha. “Coffee stains usually aren’t permanent. If you want, I could send you some tips on how to clean it.”

“Would you? I think I’m going to need it.”

“Sure thing. But first, take a seat.” She turned to the barista. “Can you please make her another drink? Of course, just add it to my tab.”

Soon after, they were all seated in the booth.

“Sorry about… all that,” Joule said. She tentatively sipped her new coffee, then grimaced at the heat.

Paprika clearly had no such problems; her own drink was steaming hot as she downed a swig like one might a stein of beer. “It’s all good. There isn’t a single demihuman out there who hasn’t let their aura get out of hand before.”

“I know… doesn’t make it any less embarrassing, especially in a room full of humans.”

Both Mocha and Paprika nodded their understanding to that.

“So your aura is electric?” Paprika asked.

Joule sighed. “Yeah. When I get anxious it builds up around me. Other emotions, too, but that’s the big one. Most of the time it’s not much more than a static shock, but it can be dangerous if I don’t keep a handle on it.”

“Mine is similar—things around me start to heat up. I’ve started a few fires in my day. Burn through a lot of clothes, too.” Paprika rubbed the back of her neck.

Joule offered a commiserate expression, eyes locked on Paprika. After staring for just a moment too long, she collected herself and turned to Mocha. “And you?”

Mocha’s calm, collected demeanor up to now cracked just a little, as she tensed at the question. “Mine is empathetic.”

When Mocha didn’t continue, Joule considered for a moment. “So that’s how you knew when it was safe to approach me?”

“Mm hmm. I can generally read emotions pretty well.” Mocha seemed almost sheepish. “Sometimes my own emotions project onto others. I’m sorry if that makes you uncomfortable.”

“Not at all. Should it?”

With a small smile Mocha said, “absolutely not. I try not to use it, to respect others’ privacy. I’ve had some bad experiences with it, though. Times when I lost control, and accidentally hurt people.”

“Oh… that sounds kind of scary. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. Usually I don’t like to talk about it, but since we were all sharing our auras…”

“Want to change the subject?”

“Very much, yes.”

“Okay. Well, I’ve got to say I’m pretty excited to actually have some demi friends! I’ve only ever met two others before you, and they were just my parents.”

“You came from a pretty small town then?”

“Yeah, a little place about two hours east of here. Something like twelve thousand people. All humans.”

“I know what that’s like,” Paprika said. “I used to live a couple states over, waaay out in bum-fuck nowhere. Luckily I had Bruma, though.”

“Bruma's another demi?”

“Yeah! He’s a wolf, my best friend since forever. He lives here in the city too, you’ll probably meet him at some point if you hang out with me long enough.”

“I hope I do!”

Their conversation spun on from there, shifting towards interests, hobbies, and eventually work. Joule launched into a tirade about her own job, shitty customers, her search for housing, and her undying hatred of all landlords. Both Mocha and Paprika jumped in with their own experiences, complaining about their own past jobs and apartments.

At one point during the conversation, Paprika tried to drink her tea only to find that her cup was empty. “Joule, could you do me a huge favor?”

“Want me to get you another?”

“You read my mind! It’s just that I don’t want to make Mocha get up, and your side of the booth is open…”

“Say no more. What was your order?”

“Hot chai latte with extra spice. Thank you so much! Hate to see you leave, love to watch you go!”

Joule stopped at that last line, utter confusion on her face.

“Just ignore her, Joule, she’s a habitual flirt,” said Mocha.

The tabby raised her hands. “Guilty as charged.”

“Oh… uh, okay.” Joule hoped they couldn’t see her blush through her fur as she returned once again to the counter.

She smiled at the barista, and relayed Paprika’s order. As the barista ran her card she made a silent prayer, hoping it would accept the charge.

The card reader beeped its acceptance, and Joule sighed in relief. She left a sizable tip, and moved to the pick-up counter.

As she waited, she glanced across the room to her friends in the booth. They seem to be talking quite a bit, she thought. About me? I hope not…

She caught Paprika’s eye. The tabby made an exaggerated smile and waved at her. Oh no, they’re definitely talking about me!

Anxiety crept over her. She began replaying every second of their conversation in her mind, searching for anything she might have done to make them dislike her. By the time she was carrying Paprika’s drink back to the table, she was certain they hated her guts over half-a-hundred imagined slights.

They stopped talking as she approached. Joule was unable to make eye contact with either of them as she sat down and slid Paprika her chai.

“H-here you go.”

“Thanks! You’re a real one.” She took a sip. No one spoke for several excruciating seconds.

“So, Joule…” said Mocha. “We had an idea while you were up.”

“An idea?”

Mocha and Paprika each grabbed one of her hands. What the…

“How would you like to move in with us?”

>> NEXT CHAPTER

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hyperrealisticblood · 29 days

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gobb for the fandom thing

favorite character: normie pick but. banban my guy <3

least favorite character: chamataki and tamataki are like..... the most Theyre Just There guys in the series so far. i think the bros made them up for the boss fight and then didnt have any ideas for them past that

5 favorite ships (canon or non-canon): well weve already established im Banwally 4 Lyfe xx but i also like stingban in a divorced kinda way. bittertoads also funny in a divorced way. i dont have any strong feelings towards other ships uh

character i find most attractive: uh. banban again. dont look at me

character i would marry: see above

character i would be best friends with: nabnaleena but only because of that one artists who draws her as a weed smoking emo. we will steal pins from the hot topic pin bucket together but ill give all of mine to her because i have an irrational fear of pins coming undone and stabbing me in a vein so i dont like them

a random thought: i dont know how more people didnt catch banbaleenas voice in gobb 6 having ai crust all over it its so obvious </3 the random ai usage in gobb (mainly the store icons, its obvious when you compare them to the in game models) is one of the only things that genuinely pisses me off about the series :(

an unpopular opinion: i feel like half of all banban hate just comes from people who watch big fnaftubers talk shit about them but never actually play them or watch gameplay of them themselves. in my opinion poppy playtime is way more deserving of being the anti-mascot horror circlejerk punching bag of the internet because it doesnt even have the excuse of being made by two college students like banban does. theres a whole ass company behind it and yet it can only manage to produce mid. banban is at least the funny kind of bad meanwhile watching people play poppy playtime just makes me want to throw myself into the grand canyon dayshift at freddys style. uhyeah when i fucking get you

my canon OTP: uhhhh ??

non-canon OTP: you already know

most badass character: why am i tempted to say sir dadadoo. him i guess

pairing i am not a fan of: banban/banbaleena is yet another victim of the "thats a lesbian and a gay man" phenomenon

character i feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): i feel like its impossible for the bros to screw up one of the characters because gobb is so incomprehensible that anything they do would kind of make sense

favorite friendship: bittergiggle and kittysaurus...... a butch and her twink........ they mean the world to me

im gonna go play fortnite for like five hours now bye wish me luck

#gobb

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blackacre13 · 1 year

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Yet another weirdly specific loubbie as certified idiots prompt: Lou is at a store when she sees someone with a bigoted shirt and/or hears someone make a homophobic comment so she confronts them and things escalate until she punches them and gets kicked out of the store. She calls Debbie to come pick her up and at first Debbie tries to be mad but she can’t help but find the whole thing hilarious and be kinda proud as well :)

“Stop laughing at me,” Lou growled, clenching and unclenching her fists in front of the store.

“You’re lucky they didn’t press charges, ma’am,” a nervous man in an orange smock told her sheepishly.

“You’re lucky I didn’t completely knock him out on your squeaky clean floors,” the blonde hissed, as Debbie tugged at her, trying to move her wife towards the parking lot.

“I don’t want to say you’re not welcome in our stores, but in the future, I’d recommend—“

“Don’t you worry your little head about it, sir!” Lou yelled, trying to twist around in her wife’s arms, heeled boots kicking at the air as Debbie tried to half-drag her across the gravel towards the Toyota. “I’m partial to Lowe’s, ass wipe.”

“Let’s not get arrested at Home Depot of all places, love, shall we?” Debbie tried, shooting a fake smile towards the cashier and waving at him before Lou broke away, grumbling as she walked towards the car.

The brunette threw her the keys, trying to stifle another laugh as Lou got in behind the steering wheel.

“It’s not funny,” Lou repeated, but that only made Debbie laugh harder, starting to snort as tears filled her eyes, gasping for breath as Lou backed out of the parking lot. “Debbie. Come on.”

“You went out….to get…soil…for a garden…” Debbie laughed, hunched over and holding her ribs, barely able to string a sentence together.

“Yeah, yeah. Hilarious. Excuse me for wanting some fresh Fucking vegetables on my rooftop garden.”

She tried to say it back with a straight face, seething and fuming, but even Lou couldn’t bite back a laugh at the sentence, joining in with Debbie.

“Fine,” she gasped, shaking her head as they came to a red light. “Maybe why I was there is a bit funny, but what happened sure as shit was not.”

“How many assholes do we come across in a day, baby? Especially in a home improvement store. I mean come on. Half those people are there to get the supplies to hammer a bigoted sign into their front lawn.”

“Well,” Lou shrugged, winking at Debbie before her eyes turned back to focus on the road. “Maybe now they’ll think twice.”

“I can’t believe you punched him.”

“I can’t believe they stopped me before I could put him in the ground. I mean, come on. Home improvement stores wouldn’t exist without lesbians. It’s our territory.”

“Whatever you say, love,” the brunette grinned, shaking her head before looking out the window. “I mean this is a bit much though. What is this? The third time?”

“I didn’t laugh at you when you got thrown out of an ice cream parlor for throwing a milkshake at someone.”

“That guy called you a dyke.”

“Yeah,” Lou scoffed. “Are you new here? Think that bothers me? It’s a compliment. I was flattered. This shithead on the other hand? He had it coming.”

“I think maybe we send someone else out on the next toolbox run.”

“Over my dead body,” Lou grimaced.

“Baby?”

“Yeah?”

“If you’re gonna land behind bars, can it at least be for a jewel heist or something? Not decking some guy in the face in the middle of Home Depot?”

“No promises,” Lou grinned.

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