#bisexual panic

[fonabun-art]

Robert wasn't ready

[honeybeee202]

Uzi is having a bi panic moment lol.

An this is a piece of art thats from a lil video I wanna make 👀

[pastfixated]

they rlly yin & yang fr. need me smth like this. luv when hot ppl date hot ppl fuuuuuck

[thatredfrombrasil]

Dispatch is a very... interesting game.

Good lord, what a bi paradise.

[hyxxnqbiiya]

Yan! Aether and Yan(-ish?)! Lumine x Isekai! F! Reader🫪🫪(Aether as Traveler and Lumine as the Evil twin or sum)

You're just so lost and confused and even though you've always wanted to get isekai'd, you still can't help but shed a few tears cause it feels like getting shoved into a cannon ball and shot to mars. Lucky for you, you ran into the Traveler, Aether, just in time. You tell him both of you have similar goals and you just want to go home but you're not from here and you don't know how so Aether decided to take you with them, even though you were barely even an emotional support.

On the other side of tevyat, however, the female twin heard of this...new companion that her brother was with. She definitely wouldn't really bat an eye and doesn't really care what Aether does atp, but it's the fact that you're predicting exactly what kind of moves the abyss is doing...It's not like you're from Khaenri'ah...right? But your clothes, the way you speak, she doesn't exactly recognize it.

Aether, my sweetheart, is protective of you cause I believe he is a woman protector. He knows you don't have a vision and you can't even lift a rock, and he'll admit, you were kind of a burden at first, but it was nice to have someone, other than Paimon, to talk to during his journey to finding Lumine. However, as time goes by, he's maybe possibly conceivably potentially getting too protective. And I don't mean in a 'DON'T TOUCH HER!! GRR!' way but rather in a 'If I hear her name leave your mouth, I'll make sure your body gets found in the worse condition possible' kind of way. But hey, he's just looking out for you ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

Lumine is getting frustrated. Who is this girl? How can she tell what my plans are? Or what will happen in the next second? The more frustrated she becomes, the more drawn she is to you. It doesn't make any sense. Surely none of these mages are secretly going behind her back. She hasn't even seen you interact with Dainsleif(yes, she's been watching you. And Aether, ig). Even stranger is that no matter how hard she looks, she can't seem to find anything about you. The Abyss Herald once suggested you might be the key to their 'grand' plan. And she's started to really consider that idea.

Aether, on the other hand, seems to only get worse and worse. It's gotten to the point where Paimon is too scared to even ask you to cook something for her. His brows are furrowed the moment someone glances your way. He literally won't let you out of his sight. Oh, you need to pee? He's standing outside the bathroom, leaning against the door. Y'know? Just in case. What's that? You need to rest? He's already setting up a camp. Or making a bed in the teapot. Whichever you prefer. Just one bed though! Cause beds are getting expensive these days. And you might get cold in the middle of the night! You also share plates together. Why? Plates are getting expensive too, silly! You need to save as much mora as you can. Aether also always has to hold onto you during your travels, whether it's your hand or your sleeve. Just in case, though. What if the fatui ambushes you guys? Or what if you got lost? You're helpless without him. You can't defend yourself. And it's not like you're like his magical floating companion who can fly away if things were to get worse. But that's why he's here!

Oh. What did you say? What happens if you somehow got abducted or ambushed when you are miraculously alone and not with Aether? Oh, I don't know. Just don't ask why an Abyss Herald suddenly showed up and eliminated the enemies for you before disappearing in a portal. And don't say anything about that to Aether either(woah, tongue twister). That's unless you want to get trapped in the teapot for the rest of the journey ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

(GRRRRAA IDK I JUST WANT TO BE SANDWHICHED BETWEEN TWO PEOPLE RN)

[drunkenpassion]

Getting to know Lars.

Part 1, Part 2.

Hey guys!

This is a Lars Lindstrom X Male reader fic, I also wanted to point it out that it is written in 2nd person pov.

I also tried to make it as ambiguous as possible with race, and weight.

You have a sister named Andrea whose race also isn't specified (but if there is anything that would mean otherwise, please let me know!) This is more of an introduction, and overall just a part 1 of this, so I hope you enjoy how I portray you and Lars.

ALSO, this is set a around the same time of after the movies ending, or a bit after. Karin gave birth to a baby girl named Elinor.

Anyways, enjoy it!

The road is slightly bumpy, the gravel beneath your old car hard enough to make it rattle and shake. Every pebble feels like it's trying to knock something loose on the frame.

Looking in the rearview mirror. Cardboard boxes are stacked unevenly in the backseat and trunk, stuffed full with whatever pieces of your life could actually fit into the car. Clothes, books, and random junk you probably should’ve sold years ago but couldn’t help yourself to leave behind.

 A tired sigh escapes your lips, shoulders aching from your hands being on the wheel for so long, alongside with exhaustion kicking in.

You almost wish you didn’t hit the road and head down to where your sister lives, but it was for the better.

Having to remind yourself of that constantly, even with your numb butt gnawing at the thought saying otherwise.

Then finally, you see the sign come into view, welcoming you into the small town in Wisconsin.

Sometimes you still wonder why your sister decided to live out here. This small town feels suffocating just thinking about it. Everybody knows everybody else’s business, gossip spreading faster than the wind that kicks around trash.

Still… Maybe there was something comforting about it too. 

Quiet streets.

Familiar faces.

A life simple enough to actually breathe.

You turn onto another gravel road, tires slipping slightly on the loose stones before you quickly straighten the wheel.

“Loose gravel is gonna kill you one day.” The thought drifts through your head automatically.

After another minute or two, the rough road turned into smooth pavement. The neighborhood ahead is small and sleepy, lined with aging houses, lined with overgrown weeds and grass with the occasional yard decoration.

Slowing the car down, scanning house after house while trying to remember your sister's description of her own.

“Small white house, looks like it got the landlord special, uh– has Christmas lights on the railings.”

You snort quietly to yourself, remembering your sister's words over the phone. Some of your humor definitely rubbed off on her over the years.

At last, you see the house she described, alongside her sitting outside waiting in the cold weather.

Rolling down your window, “Andrea, what the hell are you doing, it’s freezing outside?” 

Your voice rings out when you finally park the car, leaving the driver's seat with an appreciated groan and finally getting to stretch your legs.

“I had to make sure you didn’t get lost!” A shiver in her voice, while her boots crunch the thin layer of snow on her porch steps.

“And freeze your tits off?” Your voice has humor laced in it, as she smacks your arm at the comment, even if she has a smile on her face.

“Thank you, Andrea, it was really sweet of you to wait outside in the cold for me, Andrea,” she does an okay impression of your voice.

“Wow, thank you Y/N, I’m so glad you appreciate my selflessness!”

“Okay– okay, I got it.”

Your eyes roll affectionately as you pop the trunk, grabbing a box.

“But, seriously, thank you, I’m sure it’s a bit annoying having your brother move in.”

Appreciation finally showing, even if it's a bit bashful.

Andrea’s expression softens at that, the teasing grin melting into something quieter, more genuine. Snow catches in the strands of her hair while she stuffs her hands in her pockets.

“It’s not annoying,” she says, nudging the box in your hands lightly. “You know that.”

You huff out a small laugh, adjusting the box into your arms. “Still, feels kinda weird to move into your place now.”

Andrea snorts. “Please, half the stuff I know about surviving came from you.” 

“That sounds concerning.” 

“I mean it.” Her voice drops softer this time, boot crunching through the snow as she walks beside you towards the porch. “You practically raised me, remember?’

This comment hits harder.

Not because it wasn’t true.

It’s just from how casually she says it, like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

You remember late nights helping her with her homework at the kitchen table because nobody else would. 

Making cheap boxed dinners and pretending like they’re the best dish ever made.

Walking her to school.

Staying awake while she was sick.

Learning how to braid her hair with shaky and unsure hands, but you learned.

You were barely old enough yourself back then.

“Well,” you clear your throat, trying to brush off the sudden heaviness in your chest, “look how great you turned out.”

Andrea immediately grins. “Emotionally damaged but funny?”

“Exactly.”

She laughs, bumping her shoulder into yours hard enough to almost knock the box out of your hands.

“Seriously though,” she says quieter, opening the front door. Warm air spills out instantly, carrying the smell of candles and something slightly burnt. “You don’t gotta thank me for staying out here waiting for you. You’d do the same for me.”

You pause in the doorway for just a second.

Because she's right.

You always would.

Andrea notices the look on your face and immediately points it accusingly. “Don’t get all emotional on me now.” 

“I’m not emotional.” 

“You literally have the older sibling stare right now.”

“The what?”

“The ‘I sacrificed my teenage years for you’ stare.”

“That is not a thing.”

“It absolutely is,” She grabs the lighter box from your arms, before you can argue. “ Now hurry up before your old man's knees give out in the cold.”

“You’re twenty-three.”

“And you’re ancient to me.” 

“I almost forgot how annoying you can be.”

A scoff leaves your lips, as you now look around in her house, eyeing some pictures she has.

“You mean annoyingly loveable,” Placing the box down near the couch in the living area.

“What’re you looking at?”

You stare at a picture, with a few other ladies around your sister and a… Doll in a wheel chair?

“What is this?” Pointing at the framed photo, specifically at the doll.

Andrea makes her way over, peering over your shoulder a bit.

“Oh, that's Bianca, I can explain it all to you, it’s kinda complicated.”

You give her a look, a bewildered look on your face at how casually she said it.

“...okay?”

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“Wow,” Your voice cuts through the air from shock over the whole situation.

“So, is Lars doing better now?”

You ask now, as you hold a warm mug in your hands. Having finished placing the boxes in a room that's now yours.

“Yeah, he's doing a lot better, ever since–” She seems to hesitate as she then put her hands in the air and does air quotes, “‘Bianca died’ he’s been more out with some friends he’s made, but overall, he’s a really sweet guy.”

“You might like him, he’s just on the shy side.”

Andrea explains to you, as you take in the new information about this Lars guy.

“You sound like you’re close to him?”

You state now, even if it sounds more like a question than a statement.

“Oh no, I mean– we know of one-another and we’ve talked just a bit, though it was mostly me talking at the time…”

“His sister in law, Karin. She and I are close friends, so when we hang out she tells me some things about him and her concerns here and there.”

Though her face seemed to brighten, something came back to her mind.

“Actually, that reminded me, she invited us over to have dinner.”

“Like, right now?” 

Your eyebrows are raised in surprise at that.

“I just drove hours here, I don’t know if I can handle meeting another person right now, I’m exhausted.”

Placing down the warm mug on the small table beside you on the couch.

“Yeah, that's why I gave you coffee.”

Andrea says with a matter of fact tone, this makes you look at her with that deadpan annoyed stare.

“Yeah, because coffee is gonna make me wanna socialize after my ass was numb in my car seat.”

Standing up now from the cushioned chair, you walk back over to the coat rack and grab yours.

“Fine, we can go, I remember how annoyingly persistent you can be.”

With that Andrea gives an almost happy cheer, like she won the lottery by convincing you to go over to Karins.

“You’ll love them, Gus and Karin, oh– they also have a new born kid, a beautiful little girl, her name is Elinor.”

Andrea says rapidly, while grabbing her own winter gear as well, ready to walk over to Karin's and Gus’s, excited for her friends to meet her older brother finally.

“Elinor, got it.”

Your voice reaches her ears as you confirm remembering the little infant's name, as you now hold open the door for her, letting her out first before closing it behind the two of you.

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Looking out the small door window from the garage door, Lars can see two bodies walking up to the porch.

“Who is that?” He can’t help the thought that runs across his brain, he recognizes Andrea.

“Shes nice.” Another thought abruptly swims over him, like he's keeping track of who's good and who isn’t.

Holding his baby blanket that's wrapped around his neck like a scarf closer to him, lifting it up to his nose, as if he’s trying to get some sort of comfort out of it.

He can see Karin wrap her arms around the taller male, he seems surprised by the gesture, but returns it anyways with a soft smile on his face.

Lars notices the slight slump in his shoulders.

But he smiles kindly.

“He looks tired.”

Lars can’t help but note to himself, though a soft smile of his own grows on his face.

“He seems nice.”

And if Andrea brought him here, then he probably is.

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[redroses07]

the definition of bisexual panic.

(so so happy for them btw)