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kentosbabes · 1 year

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'Just let me look after you'

ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ Word count: 1.6k Warnings: its just pure smut Content: Talking to Eren about why you don't hook up with anyone anymore leads to something unexpected

You and Eren are sitting on his sofa with a film playing in the background as you are deep in conversation. 'why do you sleep with so many girls' You blurt out, the question making both your eyes widen. Eren was known for sleeping around, his bad boy demeanor and piercing green eyes practically screaming sex.

But to you, he was your best friend and roommate who was caring and kind. He always had a soft spot for you, making sure you were well cared for, buying you food and taking you shopping. He secretly loved how whenever you were upset or just feeling down you would come into his room asking to cuddle or just be in his company until you felt better.

'well why dont you sleep with guys?' he ask in retaliation. A plush pink now covering your cheeks at his question.

'oh there's a reason?' he pushes after seeing your expression 'come on pretty girl spill'.

You refuse to keep eye contact as you attempt a reply 'it's embarrassing ren'

Eren only lets out a chuckle at your shyness ' come on baby it cant be that bad. What are you a virgin?' he pushes even more, now teasing you a little.

'not quite'

'not quite?' he questions back his brows furrowed with confusion.

'I have been with guys but it's just not been what I thought' Eren nods signalling to continue 'I never finish' you finally blurt out. His lips are pulled into a cocky smirk but his eyes are soft and caring as he looks down at you.

'never?' he asks the redness on your cheeks spreading knowing you're about to expose yourself even more.

'I mean sometimes when you know I'm alone but never with anyone else. I always assumed I had some issue so I just stopped'.

He lets out another chuckle at your innocence, 'Love there's nothing wrong with you, it's probably because you've only fucked with boys what you need is someone who puts you first like a man.' he simply states and you don't know why but a sudden wave of confidence flows through you after seeing the hunger now filling his eyes clarifying he's thinking the same thing you are.

'and your a man huh?' you ask biting your lip 'is that what you are?'

'I mean they always come back' he shrugs as he leans in a little closer than usual. 'you want me to show you why?' he breathes out in your ear his left hand now cupping your right cheek, you can only nod in response. And a sudden feeling of a pleasurable pain begins to gather in between your legs. 'let me take care of you' he says before bringing your plump lips to his in a slow wet kiss filled with passion and anticipation. your hands are quick to run through his long brown hair pulling lightly at the roots as he bites and sucks softly on your bottom lip. Before you can even think his right hand now moves to your thigh a whine escaping your lips when he gives it a squeeze allowing him to explore your mouth fully. The tension and apprehension is new to you, when usually it's all rushed and over before you can even think to sit and enjoy it. Even for Eren who normally rushes into it takes his time with you, he wants you to feel everything.

The confidence still high in your system you push into him and moving so your straddling him. His hands now grabbing your ass as he moves down kissing your neck, biting and sucking on the sweet spot as you release sweet sounds. your hips instinctively move back and fourth against him, the bulge in his pants now growing as he lets out a groan in pleasure.

'You going to let me make you feel good baby?' his hand now finding the waistband of your shorts. the only coherent word leaving your lips being his name. 'fuckk your so wet baby' he moans out as he rubs his fingers against your clothed cunt. too caught up in the pleasure your dont even notice him moving your panties aside and gathering some of your wetness and then going back to circle your clit. While he continues his work on your neck, he carefully picks you up, your legs wrapped around his waist 'lets go to my room yeah' he breathes out. The thought of you being the first and only girl who he's going to fuck senseless on his own bed goes straight to his dick which gets even harder.

Once he's sat you down on his bed he's taking off his top exposing his toned chest and abs. Your eyes scanning all over his body in particular the defined v-line leading down to his dick which you now see is pressed hard against his joggers. When he's stripped down to his boxers he comes over helping you take off your top and shorts. the anticipation getting to much for you, pulling him down ontop of you and meeting his lips with yours. His fingers back down in between your legs

'I'm going to make you cum so much tonight baby, need to make up for lost time' he says before his fingers go deep into your seeping cunt.

'f-fuck ren' you let out as you squirm underneath him. his fingers curling in you hitting a spot in you never been touched before that has your head thrown back into the bed and your nails scratching up his back.

'you gunna cum for me princess' you nod in response not able to think about anything but the way he's making you feel. 'God your so good. look at me mama look at me when I make you cum' Eren says his other hand coming up behind your head his green eyes piercing into you. You hold onto his arm hard your nails dinning into his skin, and try to keep eye contact as his fingers hit that same spot and the coil in your stomach threatens to snap, and when it does what a sight, your legs shaking and head thrown back against the pillow. Eren slowly takes out his fingers watching you whimper at the sensitivity and then places them at his lips sucking on them 'You taste so good baby, I can't wait to put my head between those pretty thighs' Eren practically moans out, his fingers going to your mouth, you open up sucking his fingers his eyes rolling back at the sight of your fucked out state.

You reach out to his boxers but he catches you wrist saying 'later baby right now all I can think of is fucking that pretty pussy'.

'please ren I-I need you' you whine out as he begins taking off his boxers exposing his dick. 'Eren I dont think that will fit' you say sitting up on your elbows, your hand wrapping around it, your thumb rubbing circles around his leaking tip.

'fuck' he moans out throwing his head back. 'it'll fit baby dont you worry you pretty little head just lay back, Just let me look after you, I'll make you feel real good' you follow his instructions laying back down while his hands find your thighs again so he can spread you out even more. He stares at the sight of your plump lips and your wetness now covering your thighs,

'please' you beg and instantly his tip teases your entrance moving up and down through your slick before slowly entering you. you both moan out at the feeling, 'tis to big ren i-i cant'.

'nuh uh baby you can. it is so warm and tight, fuck.' his thrusts quicken as he watches how your cunt just sucks him in clenching as he praises you. 'oh god you feel so good fuck' he groans throwing your legs on top of his shoulder thrusting harder into you reaching spots that have your legs beginning to shake and loud moans coming out your puffy lips.

Soon enough the tightness in your stomach returns 'ren 'tis so good'

'I can feel you squeezing me love you gunna cum again for me?' he moans out his hand reaching to yours placing it on your stomach where you can feel him moving in and out of you. 'you feel how deep I am princess, so so good for me.' his words only making the coil tighter in your stomach and before you know it your cumming around him as he cums deep inside of you. His thrusts slow letting you both come down from your high.

He's quick to go into the bathroom bringing a wet towel to clean you up then coming to lay next to you. 'your beyond perfect you know that right mama' he says looking at you cuddled into his chest. When you look up at him batting your lashes and giving him the cutest smile he's seen he understands it all. He understands why he refused to bring girls to his place

so he wouldn't see you and lose all interest in the girl he was with

Why he would always think of you when being sucked off

because your lips are so soft

Why he wanted to spoil you

because he wanted to be the source of your happiness

He only ever wanted you and the look in your eyes clarifies your shared feelings. You bring his head back down to yours in a slow kiss and he knows he won't hold out long before he's hard again.

'round two?'

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gemini-sensei · 8 months

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So you uhhh... got any more thoughts on poly! Amanda and Daniel x reader? Asking for a friend of course👀

Naturally, I must tag @sensei-venus 🤭 a little bit of smut ahead

Imagine if bimbo!Reader comes to the dealership looking for a job. She's super sweet, giggly, and still has this youthfulness of her twenties about her. Daniel hires her thinking with his dick in all honesty and she kind of can't do anything. Like, she does nothing right at all.

She's good with customers but she knows nothing about cars. She's kind of a hazard driving too. She shouldn't be behind the wheel and so can't drive any cars around the lots at all.

She's only good at making coffee or bringing in snack cakes for everyone.

Amanda secretly loves her. She watches the new hire from her office, pretending to be on the phone as Reader prances around the dealership in her cute skirts that she bought because they "look so professional." But Reader's thighs barely fit in them, her ass looks so hot, and everything else about her outfit is just a bit too small that her tits and belly are about to spill out. Ugh, sometimes Amanda has to shut the door, close the blinds, and finger her cunt just because she stared at Reader too long.

Daniel is the same way. He takes her under his wing a little but at first, tries to show her the ropes. She's charismatic and cute, so with some help from him, she's talking sales with customers. He watches her but gets a little jealous if the customers are checking her out too. But he can't do anything about that, yet, so he brushes it off and watches Reader jump for joy when she makes a sale. Her tits bounce and Daniel is so distracted by them. Then she hugs him tight in a celebratory hug and he gets hard. She doesn't notice and he's scurrying off to rub one out real quick.

When Daniel and Amanda are together in their free time, they talk about her. They talk about how cute and sweet she is, how she comes to work so happy. They mask these conversations with topics about performance and efficiency, dancing around what they're really talking about until they can't take it anymore. Before they know it, they're fucking to the thought of their cute clueless employee who has no real job description.

"Fuck, I bet you wanna fuck her fat pussy," Amanda moans as she gets pounded. "It's probably nice and tight."

Daniel is so gone too. "I wanna fuck her. Wanna fuck her little cunt. Wanna fill it up and watch my cum leak out of that fat. Little. Cunt!"

The next day they see her, they act like they didn't spend hours talking about and fucking to the idea of her. She smiles so big with a box of donuts for all the employees and they thank her as they take one each. Then she's scurrying off to the auto shop to offer the mechanics some. They watch her, then eat her donuts with knowing looks, Daniel biting into a cream-filled one and Amanda wiping some of the filling from the corner of his mouth and sucking it off her thumb. Then they get to work.

They realize that Reader hasn't come back in a while, so Daniel goes to see what's taking her so long. He finds her bent over a car fixing something under the hood. Turns out she's something of a mechanic and isn't afraid to get a little dirty.

There's music playing and she's shaking her ass to it a lil bit as she helps out the guys in the shop. Daniel watches her for a while before she stands up and announces happily that she thinks she's fixed the problem. They test it and the car starts, but the crew cheers and applauds her. Daniel does too and she's shocked to see him there, so she apologizes for not coming back to the show floor.

"No, no, don't worry about that," he tells her, looking at her oil-covered shirt and the smudge on her face. He thinks it's so hot, but keeps it to himself of course. "Let's go get you cleaned up. You're not in the right clothes to be out here is all."

"You're right," she says as her heels click against the floor.

He takes her to Amanda's office to ask if she has a change of clothes for their sweet little employee. Amanda takes one look at her and 1) wonders what happened and 2) thinks about how pretty she still looks all covered in sweat, grease, and grim.

"I'm sure I have something," she says and starts looking around.

Meanwhile, Daniel leaves and comes back with a warm rag. He starts wiping the oil away from her face, then her hands and whatever little spots are here and there. It's a bit of a tense moment as he stands over her, helping to clean her up. He's shamelessly staring at her tits as they sit so pretty in her bra, her shirt discarded because it was so dirty. She feels the tension and it makes her squirm, but in a good way.

Amanda finally pulls out a shirt. "I think this is one of yours, honey, but it should fit."

Daniel is getting even more excited than he already was. He licks his lips. "Let's try it out."

Amanda comes over and helps Reader slip into his shirt. She helps her button it up and style it with her skirt, but her tits almost don't fit in it. Amanda is moving them, trying to adjust them to sit just right in the shirt, and Reader is biting her lip. Then Amanda finishes up and takes a step back. "Perfect."

Reader is a little flustered after all of this. She thanks them, then leaves the room to get some coffee, asking herself if that really just happened.

Meanwhile, Amanda finds herself bent over her desk, skirt hiked up as her pussy gets plowed by Daniel. They have a quickie while thinking about Reader, talking about the things they wanted to do to her when she was just there in her office.

"I wanted to just rip that bra off and put her tits in my mouth," Daniel grunts, salivating at the thought alone.

Amanda clenched around him. "Fuck, I saw the way she was looking at you when you were cleaning her up. She wanted you to. And I wanted to get on my knees and eat out her fat pussy."

They decide then and there that they have to make her theirs. They just have to have her. Not only because they have the hots for her, but because she is so cute and they've fallen for her. But mostly because they have the hots for her and want her all to themselves.

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highpri3stess · 2 years

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No one does it like you do - Shinichiro Sano

Pairing: Shinichiro Sano x fem reader

Warning: nsfw, angsty fluff, fem!reader, slight age gap, implied cunnlingus, office sex, vanilla to rough sex, slight dumbification, creampie, one mention of pregnancy, Shinichiro and Reader being softies. Minors dni

Monica's notes: this is set two days before Shinichiro dies. do with that information what you will. Edit: my work is still not showing on the tags fgs 😭 please help a soul and reblog this of you like it, i can't let tumblr fuck me up.

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THE memory of you is committed deep in Shinichiro's brain.

Ten years from today, he had saved you from a group of boys that had stolen your pink princess bicycle and tried to beat you up because you wanted it back.

To a ten year old you, the fourteen year old Shin sporting a black eye while dragging your bicycle back to you, even offering to walk you home was nothing short of a handsome hero - with a ridiculous haircut. Nonetheless, it was more than enough to have you follow him around with hearts in your eyes and undying admiration from your lips whenever you saw him.

Shin didn't think much of it at first -you were a kind girl and you gave him quite thoughtful gifts- he may not have liked you romantically at that time, but it was nice to have some sort of positive attention from a girl, even if you were just young and naive. Even when his friends began to tease him about it - About you being the only girl that would ever want to date him- he would never chase you away; you were too sweet for him to just shut you out like that.

He indulged you even despite his friends' warning him to leave you alone, taking you on a bike ride for your sixteenth birthday, dinner on your seventeenth and granting you your sole wish for him to steal your first kiss on the eighteenth birthday. The more you grew, the more he indulged you and the greedier you both became. No longer were you the cute but nerdy girl that clung to his legs when you saw him. No. Now, you were gorgeous, your body filled out in the right places, your face contorted and lips open as your fingers dug into his scalp while he lapped the juices emanating from your folds, his thumb playing with the sensitive nub resting between your labia.

This wasn't supposed to feel wrong. Shin's just four years older than you, he's seen worse age gaps than this on those documentaries he watched with you while you were sulking about your first break up with a bastard that couldn't even make you cum. The both of you are in your twenties and you're just two adults giving into your desires.

But why does everyone make him feel so guilty for wanting you?

Shinichiro pulls away from your puffy lips much to your displeasure, his jaw stained with slick and the cum from your two prior orgasms, darkened eyes staring into yours with a pussy drunk expression written all over his features. Your mouth opens to say something when he glides up your body, fingers dancing on the skin of your legs with him hovering above you. His lips brushes your own in a ghost kiss and trails to your jaw, grazing it lightly and suckling on the spot eagerly.

"Oh Shin-"

The sound of your breathy moans resonnating in his ears goes straight to his already stiff hard cock. Shinichiro is quick to bunch up your long skirt high enough to reveal your bare cunt completely and grind his clothed length on it, a groan emanating from his throat to your ears. Sounds of heavy breathing bounce of the walls as he lowers his lips to the curve of your neck, sucking the sweet spot with good precision.

A craddle robber- that's what Takeomi had called Shin when you hurriedly left his shop one day with shaky legs and speckles of cum dotting your long maxi skirt. He said it with a light hearted tone but the way the eyes of his friends in the room judged him that day made Shin realise that maybe he is one -taking advantage of your undying interest in him to turn that crush into affection and devotion for only him. After that day, he was hesitant to touch you, until today when you came here and asked softly if he didn't want you anymore.

He didn't realise when he had you face up on his desk with his tongue in your pussy, muffling against your skin about how badly he wants you repeatedly.

"-want you inside Shin."

Your airy voice begging for his cock snapped him out of his thoughts and back to reality. He raised his head up from the crook of your neck to stare at your pretty face again, memorizing the fucked out expression etched onto it for future reference when he's alone and thinking about you. His hands tilts your chin upwards and his lips meet yours in a brief kiss before pulling away.

"You're sure about this, sweetheart?" Shin asks in a gentle voice, pressing his forehead against yours. "You know it's been a while since we did it." His tone is shaky with need - a primal urge to ride you until you're a quaking mess underneath him. Shinichiro just wants to be sure you were ready for another round of him losing his mind the moment your velvelty walls rubs against his hardened cock. He would never do anything with you without asking if you're okay with it, even if it's to hold your hand.

"Shin please," your voice is desperate, begging almost, and instinctively, he lowers his lips to kiss the stray tear rolling down your cheek away. "I need your cock inside me. 'need it s'bad."

How could he say no to your teary gaze?

Shinichiro works down his button and zipper just enough to let his lengthy cock spring free, slapping your inner thigh lightly. You don't get to admire him for long, his fingers grasping your chin to make eye contact with him. "Eyes on me, sweetheart," His voice is practically dripping with lust at this point, completely immersed in the intimate moment with you as he coats his cock with the slick from his pre and your cum. Your lips part slightly as his bulbous cockhead nudges your opening before pushing in inch by inch. Your nails dig into his biceps, trying to anchor yourself back to earth from the painful, yet delicious stretch of his gentle prodding.

"You're doing so well baby," he coos softly, still pushing into you until he bottoms out. You can feel him completely, all the curves of his cock, the way your walls accomodate all the ridges of it, the way his tip nudges at your sweet spot. Your teary eyes once again meet his gaze mixed with lust and adoration for you, waiting for your command to let him move.

This moment feels perfect; Shinichiro is so close to you that you can smell a mixture of engine oil, cedar wood and nicotine emanating from him. You bury your head into the crook of his neck, letting the pain give into pleasure, only focusing on the man with you right now.

It's always been him. Only him.

"Sh-shin, m-move-"

The first thrust sets your already sensitive body on fire. Shinichiro knows your body enough to start the thrusts of his hips at a pace that has your eyes seeing stars. The loud sinful noises of skin slapping skin and the scraping of Shin's office desk while he fucks into you is a telltale sign of what's happening right now between the two of you.

Calloused hands tilt your head back to expose your neck to his hungry lips, kissing and sucking on the slope of your neck, making your pussy is fluttering against his cock. "More, more, more." You whimper, wrapping your legs around his waist, pushing him closer to feel his cockhead brush against your pleasure spot at a better angle. "Shin fuck me harder, please-"

Air leaves your lungs as he gave a powerful thrust, and followed it up with another and another, his pace maddening, fast and wild, making your legs shake and tremble. Broken, choked moans is all that comes out of your lips as he continues to fuck you faster, while peppering kisses all over your neck and your chest. His hands move down your body and grips your shaking hips down, forcing you to stay in place and he goes deeper until you see the hilt of his dick practically buried inside you.

Shin's far gone, far too pussy drunk to remember he's not wearing a condom and he's supposed to pull out. All he can hear is himself groaning and you babbling his name "Shin, Shin, Shin" like a prayer with a fucked out, pleasure filled expression driving him to the edge. His hips are stuttering and his balls feel tight, but he'll be damned to let go if you haven't come first.

"Be good f'me," it's a command, Shinichiro's deep voice reverbating in your ears has your legs shaking even the more. "Be good f'me and cum"

Your friends always told you that if Shinichiro asked you to jump in a lake, you would it without hesitation. You denied it of course, sure you liked him, but it wasn't to the point you would become some kind of brainless puppet for him to use. Your friend never did like Shinichiro in the first place, she felt he was messing around with your feelings.

But now, as you're spamsing against his cock, your pussy fluttering and your breathing loud and heavy while he helps you ride out your orgasm, you realise you're in too deep with Shinichiro.

Shin's high starts as yours begins to end. You wince from sensitivity at his rather erractic thrusts and soon, you feel hot semen shooting into your warm cunt in spurts, a gutteral moan emanating from his lips as he pumps into you until he's spent as well.

You're the first to catch your breath. Your eyes flutter open to see Shin's dark ones fixated on your form sprawled across his desk, his hands barely keeping him from collapsing onto your body. You release his biceps from your grip and trail your hands to his face, tilting his head forward for a deep kiss. One hand comes behind your head and pushes your lips closer until you can feel your tongues and teeth clashing with each other, the taste of your cum still present on his tongue.

He is the first to pull away from your lips, his chest still heaving from the excitment and thrill of taking you right here in his office. He stares at you once again as you sit up to be more comfortable, lips swollen, marks all over your neck and your neatly parked hair roughed up, you look so gorgeous in his eyes. "Cute" He mutters underneath his breath, pulling out his flaccid cock from you. "You're really cute."

You feel flustered at his words and even more flustered when you feel some cum trickle down your thighs as well. Shin's eyes trailed to the cum leaking down your thighs and the wheels turned in his head, trying to figure out what he was forgetting until it clicked.

"Oh my god, did I just get you pregnant-"

It was your turn to laugh at his expression. Here was the guy of your dreams who had just fucked the senses out of you, panicking that he hadn't pulled out, with his cock still hanging out of his fly. His eye twitched at your unbothered expression. "How's this funny? You're supposed to be mad-"

His whiny voice only made you giggle louder, before bursting out into full-on laughter. His expression becomes sour and you stop laughing at him before he starts crying, again. "I'm on the pill, Shin." You coo, helping him tuck his cock back into his boxers and zipping his fly up. "I told you this when you were pushing me on the table."

"Oh." He replies with a blank expression, before slapping his hand to his face and shaking his head, embarrassment seeping onto his facial features. Deciding to hide his embarrassment from you, he started walking away. "I'll get you a clean towel, hold on."

You don't stop looking at him until he disappears to the washroom and comes back with a clean towel like he said he will. Your heart thuds against your chest as you watch him clean between your thighs gently, his eyes focused on his work like you were his favourite bike on display.

You've overheard his friends telling him that it was wrong to want you, to touch you and to love you. But the man cleaning between your thighs, and pressing soft kisses on your knees while doing so, the man that is trailing his soft eyes to look at your face with a small smile on his lips, is not wrong for loving you.

"You're staring." You smile back at him, resting your hand on his head gently. He doesn't stop looking at you, instead, he stands to his full height and leans close to you again, discarding the rag aside. You feel his hot breath fan your face as he leans in closer to whisper "I love you" for the first time ever.

As you capture his lips with yours in response to his confession, he can't help but think that you being in his arms feels just right.

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rainystrangerthingsimagines · 2 years

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OK so I was just scrolling in eddie munson x reader and I found your account and damn- I think you are gonna turn in to my favorite st writer. so I saw you want request and I'm hereeee. so I saw so many eddie and hopper!reader that they caught making out but like can you do a fluffy one. Like hopper!reader and eddie are on hopper's house and baking cake and just the cute things couple do while baking and hopper and kids ( will and mike and el and dustin and max and lucas and maby even steve?) want to go in house and they saw Eddie's shoes and they are like oh no they are making out and hopper is gonna kill them but they go inside and they just saw them baking so sweet and just begin soft for them. I'm sorry if I write it so bad. thank you darling 3/>

Awww this is so cute!

Eddie Munson. That cocky little shit. Hopper hated him. Not as much as maybe hating Mike but it was damn near close. Eddie was this bad boy in Hopper's eyes. He knew he was a pothead considering he had busted his friends multiple times. You however were smitten with the boy. It was kind of hilarious to so many people on how the police chief's oldest daughter was dating the local pothead.

You loved Eddie more than anything else in this world. How you two started dating was so damn cute, the boys almost didn't believe the story until they realized they witnessed most of the story play out without them realizing. You had been showing El around school, you and Mike hoping that if she just stuck with you, it'd be easier to navigate. However, the second El got the chance, she ran off with Mike's group. You weren't pissed off, it gave you plenty of time to study anways so you just went with it.

But then El started talking about this amazing older sister she had. She went on and on to this group on how amazing she was. Eddie needed to know just who you were. So he walked you and El home.

"So you're the amazing older sister I've been hearing so much about?" Eddie asked, walking next to you. "Yep" you nodded. "Not much of a talker?" He asked. "Well uh... I'm confused on why you're helping us in the first place?" You asked. "To meet you. El's been talking your ass up since she joined Hellfire" he said. "Has she?" You asked, looking over with an amused smile. "Yeah. Well, and the Max kid swears up and down that you're the second coming of Christ or something and considering that Max hates everyone, I had to see this greatness for myself" he declared. You smiled at him, and that's when it first hit him.

That smile. He wanted to see it more often. So at lunch, he asked you to sit with the club. Because you were interested in learning more about Eddie, you did. Things didn't really change until one Friday when it was raining. El was with Max, leaving you to walk home alone. You walked for a while but the storm got bad, you having to stop and wait. Luckily for you, you knew one person that lived near the area.

There you stood, shaking from the coldness of the water at Eddie Munson's doorstep. What would normally be a hard boiled response of "What do you want" was turned into concern "jesus Y/n- you were out in that!?" He asked, pulling you inside. "Well, Dad had something going on and El is with Max and my car is still in the shop so... yeah. I was in fact out in the rain." You said. "Here, take off your jacket- you like cocoa? I'll make cocoa." He said. You smiled slightly as he helped you with your jacket.

The jacket seemed to be useless considering your clothes were soaked anyway but you planned on sucking it up. However, there was a change in plans for Eddie. You sneezed, pulling back your hair. He noticed it and REFUSED to let you get sick so he ran to his room, grabbing shorts and a t-shirt. "Hey, I didn't want you to die from a cold so I brought you clothes." He said. You looked up from the couch and his heart pounded in his ears looking at that face.

"Thanks Eddie" you said with that smile. That sweet smile that he loved so much. So you changed, coming out of the bathroom in a AC/DC shirt. He stared at you, finding this to be absolutely adorable. He handed you the mug of cocoa and you sipped it, smiling slightly at its sweet flavor. "I can feel you watching me, Ed" you said. He swallowed. "Sorry- sorry." He said. You looked at him. "Why do you do that?" You asked. "What?" He asked. "You watch me, why?" You asked. "Uh... So listen uh" he scratched the back of his neck. "I might... like you. Like uhm... like you in a romantic way. But if that grosses you out then no I do not." He said. You blinked.

This had never happened before. Most people kept the Police Chief's daughter at an arms length but Eddie knew who you were but didn't seem to care. "We will pretend like this never happen-" you kissed him, him setting down his mug. It took a good moment for either of you to pull away but you did, looking in his eyes. "Was that okay?" You asked. "That was perfect." He chuckled.

So from then on, Eddie walked you and El home everyday. Hopper was not thrilled. At all. You were the one daughter that didn't date, suddenly that was changing.

Hopper sat on a bucket as Joyce put things away. "I just don't get it- she never showed an interest in boys before!" He whined. "Hop, come on." Joyce laughed. "What?" Hopper asked. "She's probably always had an interest, but Eddie might just be her first boyfriend " Joyce said. "BUT WHY!? Why Eddie?" He asked. "Well, you'd have to ask her that!" Joyce laughed. "I thought I only had to deal with El with a boyfriend, now Y/n is dating Eddie!? Seriously!?" He whined. Joyce sighed. "Will and Jonathan both say he's a nice boy." She said. "He isn't!" Hopper declared. "And why's that?" Joyce asked. "BECAUSE HE'S DATING MY DAUGHTER!"

You weren't clueless to Hopper not liking Eddie. Course that was mainly because he did catch the two of you making out, quite a few times. Hopper hated Eddie though, way before that. The second he laid eyes on the boy, he just seemed to dislike him. Eddie was of course, terrified. However, he kept coming around you because that boy LOVED you.

"Explain to me again why WE have to do this?" Eddie asked. "Because apparently Nancy underestimated how much baking for a bake sale that this requires." You said, walking in with grocery bags. "Yes but what if your dad comes home?" Eddie asked. "It's not like he's walking in on us doing something weird, we're baking Ed." You snorted at the subtle fear he displayed. "What is he even doing?" He asked. "He's bonding with El." You shrugged. "Oh" "and Mike." You added. "Oh, so that poor bastard is dealing with him instead." Eddie said making you laugh.

You both started baking, Eddie occasionally looking over at you. "What?" You asked, noticing him stare. He smudged cookie dough on your cheek making you laugh. "You little shit!" You laughed, swiping his nose with it. He looked at you and you looked at him. "THIS IS WAAARRR!" He said, watching as you backed away. He charged at you with the cookie dough, you launching a small bit of flour in his face. He froze, you laughing hard. He smiled, pulling you into a hug from behind and you giggled as he kissed your cheek, the door opening in the living room. You wriggled from him, occasionally getting him with flour.

Hopper walked in, El, Mike, Dustin, Lucas, Robin and Steve all trailing behind him. "Thanks for letting us hang out here." Dustin said. "Yeah yeah I know-" he heard a squeal followed by laughing. "I cannot believe you suck this badly at baking!" You laughed, Hopper raising a brow. He looked over where you typically took off your shoes and saw it. Eddie's shoes. Hopper frowned. "Dad, no" El tried to stop him.

He entered the kitchen, prepared to yell but he saw you, sitting at the counter with a smile, eating cookie dough as Eddie put the cookies in the oven. "I feel like we've got a good system going. You make the batter and I-" "Eat most of it?" You teased. He chuckled before jumping, noticing Hopper.

Suddenly, Hopper wasn't angry anymore. Seeing you with that smile, seeing you happy, it was more important than his illogical hatred for Eddie. You looked over. "Hey dad, welcome home." You greeted. "....Why are you baking?" He asked. "SHE JUST NEEDED HELP I SWEAR!" Eddie squeaked out. "Eddie, calm down. Nancy apparently signed up to bake for a bake sale to help the paper, she underestimated how many cookies they needed so she called us." You said.

Hopper looked at Eddie and then you. "...Make sure you clean up afterwards. Oh and your friends are here. Robin and that Steve guy." He said. You chuckled, seeing Robin walk in. "Wassup!" She said making you smile. "Ooh cookies-" you smacked Steve's hand. "Touch the cookies and I kill you" you said. He stared at you and then Eddie. "I keep sneaking them." Eddie said, earning a "ohhh" from Steve.

"Eddie." Hopper said, making him jump. "Uh... Ye-yes sir?" He asked. "Are you staying for dinner?" Hopper asked. You rose a brow, looking at Eddie and then your dad. "Is that allowed?" You asked. "Yep. Just uh... getting a head count. Have fun" hopper said leaving. "...holy shit." Eddie gaped. "Well that was nice-" "Babe I think he's going to kill me!" Eddie said.

You snorted, as did Robin. "Why would he-" "Uhm, hello? Dating his daughter? He's going to kill me- oh god they're never going to find my body" Eddie said making you laugh. "Baby, maybe, just maybe. You should talk to him." You said. "Me?" Eddie asked. "Yes." You nodded. "Talk to your dad?" He asked. "Yes." You nodded. "Alone?" He asked. "Yes, Eddie. Alone." You said. He looked at you. "...So are you two in on the murder together?" "Oh my god."

However he did take your advice seriously, going to Hopper at the end of the night when he was doing dishes. "Uh, Mr.... Mr. Hopper?" Eddie asked. Hopper turned, the natural disdain for Eddie falling on his face. "I-I was wondering if-if we could uh-" "Sit." Hopper said, motioning to the stool. Eddie sat down. "I don't like you." Hopper said. "....Well I kinda got that." Eddie said. "I don't have to like you." Hopper said. "I understand-" "But Y/n loves you. You make her happy so I will TRY to get along with you." Hopper said. "Yes sir" seemed to be the only thing Eddie could say before Hopper grabbed his shirt, yanking him forward. "However." He began. "If you ever hurt my daughter, I will kill you. There is no question. Am I understood?" He asked. "...Yes sir" Eddie squeaked out. "Good. Do you need a ride home?" Hopper asked. "No sir." Eddie said. "Okay. Get out." Hopper said, letting go of his shirt.

Eddie nearly knocked over the stool sprinting out of the kitchen. He gave you quick kiss goodnight before bolting out the door. You knew that Hopper was the only man who made him that skittish. You walked into the kitchen. "Dad, what did you say to Eddie?" You asked. "What?" Hopper asked. "He seemed weird and scared when he left, what did you say?" You asked. "I didn't say anything, if anything I was trying to bury the hatchet." Hopper said. "...Uh huh, what did you say?" You asked.

Hopper sighed. "I said that I didn't have to like him but I'd try to get along with him because you loved him." He said. "And then?" You asked. "Why do you assume-" "Because there's always a 'and then?' With you." You said. "...And then I said if he hurt you I'd kill him." He added. "Aha! I knew it!" You said. "It's literally my job as your dad to tell him that!" Hopper defended. "Dad, Eddie is so afraid of you that when you were nice to him, he legit thought that he was going to be murdered." You said. "...I strongly considered it." He said.

You sighed. "Does he make you happy?" Hopper asked. "...Yes dad, he makes me very happy." You said. "Then it's fine." Hopper said. You smiled slightly. "But he will die if he hurts you" Hopper said. "Oh please, I'd hand you the shovel." You said, walking out the kitchen.

#stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson

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iocainesmoothie · 1 month

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Been playing ffxiv, paid to skip HW but really enjoyed stormblood, saw emet-selch for the first time.

I'm very impressed that his first introduction to the player was to be shot and rag dolled down the stairs, it immediately differentiates him from the other ascians who just say ominous and vague nonsense that never amounts to anything. It was almost more sinister, because it really illustrates the point that the ascians are noncorporeal horrors piloting a meat puppet.

Also very minor detail but I noticed even back in stormblood, instead of writing a boring talk quest as "go talk to so-and-so", instead they say "go meet SOMEONE at such-and-such place". Like it's so very minor, but instead of straight up telling me who you're going to meet they just sorta hint and say how excited that person is to see you again.

Mechanically it's the exact same boring quest format, and maybe I don't otherwise even care about that character, but even that tiny bit of speculating who it is and the implication that they have any kind of emotional response AT ALL is already elevating the writing.

I get the majority of quest text boils down to telling the player to go to X or talk to Y or collect Z and there's only so many ways to do that, and clarity of communication is always top priority, but in something long format like an mmo where the player has likely plugged in a hundred hours already you can kinda assume they've been trained to expect a certain order of events and can play with the format a bit.

Also the last duty of sb was one of those "everyone shows up at the big battle as npcs and cheers at you to go on to the big boss while they hold back reinforcements" fights and it's very anime but honestly it always works on me.

Been leveling up dark knight, but I bought the level 80 warrior boost because I hate playing with other people and I wanted to solo a bunch of the main scenario raids instead of queueing. Also I'm playing dark knight because aesthetics, and tanking for a group is too much responsibility for me.

Honestly dk kinda sucks compared to paladin and warrior, way less mitigation and self healing, and though it feels like I'm doing more damage it's still not as much as a pure dps.

Also bought a bunch of clothes on the shop in a moment of weakness, but now my outfit is so cool I don't want to change into anything else! And I kinda miss wearing vanilla gear and seeing your outfit change as you pick up upgrades. Oh well atleast I'm cute and it avoids those awkward moments when a piece from a new set doesn't fit with your current fit.

Ffxiv clothing designs are so gorgeous, even the shitty low-level vanilla garbage is kinda cute. Ppl who buy store stuff obviously look good but I have way more respect for the glamours I see where people just got really creative with in-game items. The graphics are like 10 years out of date but the hair and clothes and faces are still miles better than some of biowares stuff (guys I love you I'm on your side let's figure this out you can't just make everyone bald)

Also I've noticed the cuts scene cameras do a trick anime does a lot to cut down animation costs, the framing and panning and angles do a LOT of the work when they otherwise can't get these limited models to emote that much. Or else they just fully cut away and let a sound effect imply an action took place and your brain just fills in the difference.

Anyway I'm addicted and am probably wasting a lot of time on things I should be doing instead but it's nice to have something to hyper fixate on for a while, and I haven't even started SB or EW and I've heard they're both life changing so maybe I'll just glut myself until I've wrung all the dopamine I can out of it.

Also I've realized there is such a jump in writing quality in SB that I'm only really emotionally attached to lyse and hien and the general, the rest of the scions are all kind of... idk unlikable?? They're all the same kind of snarky but not really funny, and speak intelligently but not really with any character or having much to say. Allisae being maybe the exception but I feel like she doesn't get much screen time compared to her brother.

It was very touching that she's the tough prickly one, but very honestly tells you she feels alone and sadly asks you not to leave her in a moment of vulnerability before the fight where she reaches for your hand desperately before her soul is teleported away. Like damn yeah this is manipulative but you got me! I'm invested now!

Also that little crystal cat boy was in arr and I never finished/paid attention to his quest line so idk how he ended up i SB, guess I'll find out.

#playing ffxiv #just dumping my thoughts

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lokisprettygirl · 2 years

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Grow as we Go ( Loki x Female Reader) (College Au)

Read chapter 1 here

Chapter 2

Summary : Trinity ruins Loki's life but you're too self absorbed to see past your own problems

Warning : Bullying :(

(ahh college au loki)

You set Loki up with Trinity and it was supposed to make things easier for you. Which it kind of did, you got the part she promised you but did you deserve it? You probably didn't but you weren't going to lay it weigh heavily on you for more than a fraction of a second.

You were in the kitchen making coffee for yourself when Loki stepped out of his room, he was just in his briefs and just mindlessly walked into the kitchen to grab a glass of water.

"Umm you know clothes exist right?' you asked him and when he finally looked at you, he seemed exhausted

"I'm sorry, my brain is fried"

"What happened?" You looked at him up and down and he shrugged

"Why do you girls like shopping so much? Trinity took me to the mall after soccer practice and I just stood there for hours holding her bags as she continued to shop and it felt like it would never end, then I had to study for the psych test tomorrow and i'm not prepared like at all because-" before he could finish his sentence, you heard her stepping out of his room. You almost forgot that she was staying the nights with him here, she walked past you and wrapped his arms around his neck

"You're supposed to tell me before you leave the bed right?" She smiled at him and he nodded, he looked miserable, it's been just two weeks since they were dating but he looked like a totally different person. It was as if she was sucking the joy out of his life.

"Come on now, let's get back to bed, we still have an hour before we have to get ready" she grabbed his arm and gave you a fake smile

"He have to study for the test" you mumbled under your breath and she glared at you

"Did you say something because I didn't hear it?"

"No I just.." Loki shook his head so you ate your words, he was doing this for you so the last thing he wanted was for you to ruin this for yourself, Trinity was not the type of girl you could handle anyways. She ruined lives.

....

"Nat I feel guilty look at him" Natasha Looked at Loki and she smirked

"Are you jealous?" You scrunched your eyebrows as she said that

"What? Nooo I just feel awful for putting him in that situation, since when he likes blonde hair on him? he hates it" Natasha sighed as she heard you, it's not as if he did it on purpose. Everyone was talking about it, he was reduced to a mere butt of jokes.

"She is running circus around him, She made him cut his hair short and made him die it blonde, she told him that it couldn't get longer than her but what I think is she's trying to do is make thor jealous by turning him into Thor" You looked at Thor as he and his minions passed by Loki, they glared at him with such ferocity it scared you. Thor and Trinity have been together since middle school, so they have developed a really messy toxic relationship. But then He walked past you and gave you a smile

"Oh god he just smiled at me, did you see that?" You asked Natasha and she smiled as she shook her head. You didn't worry much about Loki after that, he wasn't a child, he could handle himself right?

"Mr Loki Laufeyson, congratulations, you barely passed" your psych teacher glared at him as she passed him his examination paper, he wasn't focusing on it but you didn't think it'd matter much because he had something to fall back to, soccer was what he was going do all his life, he didn't have to worry about some test he failed.

During the rehearsal of the play Thor was sitting in auditorium and you felt as if you'd vomit mid performance, that's the guy you have been trying to impress and you were afraid you'd fuck up. But it all went well and Thor even winked at you, the guilt you felt was starting to dissipate more and more. Something good was finally happening to you, you were finally starting to feel noticed.

On the way back home you kept staring at Loki so he finally exploded after noticing your eyes on him for minutes

"Okay if you want to make fun of me just do it" he looked at you and you squeezed your eyes

"It's just the hair is throwing me off, you had such long beautiful raven tresses" he sighed as his eyes teared up

"She told me we were getting highlights, I should have known I wasn't getting highlights when they bleached my whole hair" his voice sounded so sad you just wanted to hug him, but that's not the kind of relationship you shared with him, he hugged you occasionally, but you never went out of your way to hug him or do anything with him.

When you reached home he went back to his room, he just seemed lost and sad like a puppy.

......

"You're the worst woman I have ever known" Fandral passed by you in the hall next day in the uni and you huffed

"What did you say?" You raised your voice so he'd hear you clearly

"You're the worst woman I have ever known and I share mass com class with Trinity conrad"

"What did I ever do to you?" He chuckled as you said that

"To me? Oh nothing, I won't allow a selfish chick like you to ruin me but he.. he does for some reason, you don't deserve him, he's a gem and you're just you"

You gasped as he walked away after the mini meltdown, you looked around and everyone was just staring at you. It's not as if you forced him to do it, you just asked him once. It was up to him to date the witch from hell. Right?

A week passed and Loki finally built the courage to break up with Trinity, he dyed his hair black again and the play was getting closer so it's not as if they could have evicted you from that. Well that's what he thought. You heard the angry knocks on the door so you opened it and it was Trinity

"Where is that loser?" She rolled her eyes as she got in uninvited

"Umm in his room what happened?" Everyone in the school watched the public squabble that happened in the cafeteria between her and Loki but you still had to pretend to be innocent in front of her. She angrily walked over to his door and didn't even knock she just opened it, he was on the bed playing his guitar and singing probably because he was just perfect like that

"What do you want?" He asked her and she grabbed the guitar from him, then she smashed it brutally on the floor, you had never seen him so dejected in your life than you did in that moment, his mother gave him that guitar, she died last year.

"Okay that's enough, get out of my house or I'll call the cops" he picked up his phone and she gasped then she started crying, wanting to hug him and kiss him

"Please forgive me you know I didn't mean to hurt you" she rubbed her hands against his chest, he was always half naked for some reason

"You exactly meant to do that, now get out"

She crossed her arms and glared at him then she turned around to look at you

"You know your understudy can always take your place right?" She gave you an evil smirk as she walked out, no you were so close to perform the lead in this play, just a week. This was your opportunity. But she was so awful to him you felt horrible about him having to suffer through it

"Loki I'm sorry about the guitar" you bent down to pick up the pieces off the floor but he stopped you

"Just leave me alone please" his eyes teared up as he looked at you

"Loki you just had to carry on for a week, my play is next week" That's all you cared about, he lost something so important to him and that's all you cared about.

"You know she has been sleeping with Thor behind my back?" You gasped as he said that

"That's just rumours Loki"

"Is it a rumor if I watched them doing it in the physical ed room?"

"I guess not"

"You know if you'd just talk to him I'm pretty sure he would date you, you don't need to impress that oaf of a man"

You walked out of his room as he said that, slamming the door behind you. Easy for him to say, he had girls following him around like bees to the honey. That's why he thought everyone's life was easier like his. You didn't know if you felt awful about Loki or you felt angry that he couldn't keep the charade for a week more. Now pissed off Trinity would make sure you are out of the play and there goes your chances of getting with Thor.

Next day you asked Natasha to pick you up since you didn't want to see Loki or fight with him, Natasha could tell something was bothering you so she finally asked you

"They broke up, and now she's going to ruin me. Why did I ever get myself involved in this mess?" You huffed and she looked at you

"You got involved in this mess? No you got him involved in this and ruined that boy's self esteem. Do you not remember how happy he used to be before Trinity ran over him with a bulldozer?" You looked at her shocked. She's your best friend but of course just like everyone else she wants to take his side for some reason.

"How come it's my fault? I didn't force him to do it"

"Well you didn't have to dear y/n because that boy would walk through hell for you, literally" You Looked at her shocked as she said that. You never thought of him like that, your relationship with him never progressed more than just friendship, you never even felt like a friend to him. You looked back at your time with him and his actions made some sense to you now.

Did he like you? Oh god.

You met up with your casting coordinator Michelle to confirm if you were still doing the play and she just smiled at you

"You know we were going to pick right after you auditioned? Have a little faith in yourself"

That made your whole day, nobody has ever put such confidence in you before, well except Loki maybe? When you reached home that day, you knocked on his door, you wanted to apologize to him probably but after a while when he didn't open up you made your way inside. You found him in the bathroom soaking in the bathtub. He was beaten and bruised badly, that broke your heart

"Loki what the fuck happened?" You asked him shocked as you sat down on the edge of the tub, thankfully he was wearing his briefs

"Thor and his friends happened, Trinity told him I assaulted her"

You never wanted this for him, thinking about it as you looked back now you realised that you weren't any better than Trinity. You were using him too.

💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚

Taglist @michelleleewise @annoyingsweetsstranger @soumya-13 @el-zef @12-pm-510 @daddylokisqueen @mcufan72 @perhaps-just-june @snigdha-14

#loki #loki x female reader #loki x reader angst #loki x reader fluff #loki x reader #loki x reader insert #loki x reader fic #loki college au #college au

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valiantwombatpanda · 3 months

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Things I've recently noticed in my attempted glow up Era. List is kinda long... sorry!

1. I took a photo of my body a year ago and compared it to a photo taken yesterday.. I was 4 pounds lighter in the first picture but the muscles and how toned my stomach looks now??? Crazzyyy what a little toning can do. I look so much better.

2. I took some spicy pictures, and my arms are twigs.

3. I want to be SKINNYYY but I also want a butt. I hate hate hate exercise so I'm going to have to suck it up cuz at this point, I need muscle there since I clearly don't have the fat.

4. I cleaned out my closet for the first time since High school and I realized being 23 and living in NY, it's time to up my fashion from Baggy jeans and oversized sweaters to maybe something a bit classier. I'm going for elegant but still has fun. Being so close to my goal weight, I'm confident in shopping a size down knowing it will fit me and it's time to wear clothes flattering to my body shape.

5. Motivation and discipline are not the same thing and in my opinion, discipline is more important than Motivation. You can be motivated all you want... but do you have the discipline to achieve it?

6. Water. Water. Water!!!! Fat cells don't go away. So as an example, my starting weight was 108 and I am now 90. All the fat cells I have from being 108 are still there but "deflated." That's why it's so easy to gain weight and so hard to lose. Water weight is temporary and will go away. It's just those cells "swelling" up. One day you'll wake up 2 pounds lighter and it's because those fat cells that were replaced with water finally let it all go.

7. Nobody can tell if you've lost or gained 5 pounds.

8. I struggled with cystic acne my entire teen life and even into my early 20s. I was probably the queen of pimple creams. You want to try a new product? I've already tried it and here's my experience. I went to countless dermatologists and was even given medicated treatments and antibiotics. They made my acne WORSE. I learned, at least for me, that SIMPLE products work best. I use an organic goat milk soap bar, vitamin c moisturizer, and literally a misting of sunscreen on my face and haven't had a zit bigger than a pinprick in over a year and they've all been cycle related. Also, removing the peach fuzz from your face helps with oil and dirt

9. If you're like me and enjoy BOILING showers, please do not wash your hair or face in hot water. Washing your face should be the first and last step when showering. Allow the steam to open your pores and then switch the water to Luke warm to wash, cold to rinse... same with your hair! Cold water onllyyy and do not dry with a towel. A simple cotton shirt is so much better for it.

10. Whitening your teeth doesn't have to cost much at all. Crest 3D Whitening strips do the job very well or you can take a banana peel as it's turning from green to yellow and rub the inside of the peel on your teeth. Worked wonders for me when I couldn't afford Whitening strips.

11. 3 basics I do everyday to be put together. If someone were to knock on my door, I should feel comfortable enough in my appearance to open it. Always have your hair done in some kind of way (pony, half up, claw clipped, even a messy bun), always have on clean clothes (yes pj's are fine but remember if someone knocked, are your pj's matching? Flattering? Or do you look messy and lazy?) Always have your teeth brushed and face put together.

12. Get off your phone. Get offfff yourrrr phone!!! I see so many people in public with their heads down watching their phone, or at a table and they have their phone out, or walking with a group of friends and they all have phones. Phones can enhance an experience (a museum offering a guided tour) and that's fine! But I hate the amount of full grown adults walking down the street glued to a phone. I give teens a break, but adults?? Please step away from the glowing rectangle in your hand for an HOUR while we are at dinner. The biggest glow up is to be present. Put your phone down at the table and notice the people around you, put your phone down while walking down the street and observe the world. To me, the most attractive people I see aren't on their phones.. they are experiencing.

13. Fruits and vegetables not only look like an aesthetic on a plate, but you look like an aesthetic eating them. You get so many nutrients out of them and you get a full stomach much quicker for wayyyyy less calories. Some fruits and veggies even burn calories to digest.

14. There is nothing wrong with noticing flaws on your body and NOT embracing them. I've lived in Hawaii all my life and always wore shorts because my bikini line would break out the DAY I would shave. Well laser hair takes too long, waxing sounds AWFUL, so I got a tattoo in that area. I still get red angry bumps from time to time (olive oil, exfoliating, and a NEW Razor each time has helped) But now my tattoo takes away from those bumps and they aren't noticeable. I feel confident in bikinis because I modified the area that was bothering me.

15. Trends are great, but learn to accept that some trends just aren't meant for you. A glow up is being true to yourself and what you feel confident in. It's about knowing that the magical product that works for them may not work for you, it's knowing your body type, type of skin you have, colors that enhance or take away from you, and fashion comes and goes but style does not.

16. If you have a period, I am begging you to track your moods, your symptoms, your cycle phases. You'll not only feel so in touch with the rapid changes our bodies go through, but you'll be able to predict your body's cycle. I know for a fact next week I need to spend extra care with my skin, I'll be bloated so I should avoid foods that contribute and not worry too much about any "gain", and my hair will get greasy easily so I should switch my hair routine up a little bit. Knowing your cycle phases and the hormones that relate will do wonders in keeping your mental and physical health in check.

17. This kinda goes with 12, but be friendly. Smile at the cashier and ask them how they are, say please and thank you to everyone, hold the door open for the family of 4 with a stroller, listen to your friends and find a way to loop back to the friend whose story got unintentionally interrupted by someone else. Make the people you care about feel like they have your attention. Dont make comments to put people down (i was so bad at this. I would say, "god. She's 40 and dressing like that?" Now i catch myself and i say "i want her confidence. Look how shes rocking the zebra print boots!") don't match a rude person's energy.. all it does is fuel an already "unhealthy" situation. Take the rudeness with grace. Be present, be kind, be open and you'll attract people like a magnet.

18. Old lady perfume only smells like an old lady because you are over spraying. A dab on both wrists, a dab on the naval, a dab on the ankles and MAYBE some behind your ear. It's supposed to smell light and flowery not like you've raided your grandma's closet. Save the big all over body sprays for perfumes from bath and body works.

#thinsi #st4rv1ng #ana trigger #tw ana diary #tw restrictive ed #ana rant #thinspø #ana meal #ana bllog #an0rexia #ana #ana and mia

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faiiryteethh · 9 months

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Whats the deal with your shop? Why haven't you posted any clothes? I hope you're still making them you are so talented! 🥺 I'm just curious. I like seeing the clothes you make they are really cool and inspiring 💘

aw thank you so much🥰 and i fully intend to start posting items for sale again soon and i've been making tops and hats when i can but i've just had a lot going on in my personal life that has prevented me from putting 100% effort into making clothing. i don't like creating half-assed clothes. if i'm going to sell something i want it to be 100% perfect and made with my full attention and full effort. because that's what my customers deserve. my grandma was recently diagnosed with breast cancer and has been undergoing surgery and chemo treatments and i've had to stay at my moms house a lot to help her out, watch her house, and be there to support her. so i haven't been spending a lot of time at my own house. its been really hard for my family and i haven't had the time or motivation to create like i was a few months ago. i have so many plans and ideas and im trying to figure out a way i can still create and have time for everything else going on. im really scared my grandma isn't going to be around much longer. and i'm also scared for my mom. because i know its going to devastate her if she loses her mom. i also have my sons birthday coming up in august that i've been planning for. i've just had a lot on my plate.

i'm not done making clothes for good tho. i will get back into the swing of things. i just need some time to process everything thats been happening and deal with the emotions i've been going through. it really sucks watching your loved one die. and i can't show it because i need to be strong for my mom. she is my first priority right now. my shop will always be there. and luckily i am still a new shop owner so i don't have any orders waiting for me yet. so i'm taking my time and doing things as i feel comfortable enough to do them. thank you for the kind words and i promise i will have some product out in the future💜

#ask

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bambirex · 1 year

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More Pezberry please :D

Santana maybe crushing on Rachel and refuses to say it verbally. Rachel is taken aback at how sweet and considerate Santana can be sometimes.

I probably took this in a different direction than originally intended, but I hope you like it, anyway! :D

Warnings: none

It was an adorable, pink knitted sweater with tiny golden stars printed on it. When Rachel smoothed her hand over it, the material yielded under her fingers, addictively soft to the touch.

"Where did you get this?" she asked, still very much taken aback by the fact that Santana - the person who, back in high school, made a voodoo doll that looked like her and kept stabbing it with a sharp pin while looking straight into her eyes - bought her anything, let alone a sweater that was exactly what Rachel would gladly wear.

"Just a little shop down the road," Santana threw it over her shoulder, not even looking at Rachel. "I just saw it, and I thought you would like it."

"That's... really kind of you," Rachel whispered. She clutched the sweater to her chest, the pinkness of her cheeks matching the clothing. "I didn't know you had this in you."

"Whatever."

Santana waited until Rachel walked out of the room before she let herself smile. When she spotted that sweater, she knew she had to get it for Rachel. Pink, softness and gold stars - basically Rachel's essence. Santana wanted to surprise her and make her smile, because seeing Rachel happy was the thing she was looking forward to the most.

She would have rather died than tell Rachel how she felt, so instead, she let her actions speak for her, and wondered if Rachel would ever figure it out on her own.

"You did what!?"

"I drew you a bath."

"But... why?"

Because I wanna help you relax. You've been at rehearsal the whole day, you're tired and cranky, and I want to make your day a little better.

"Because I can't listen to you whining about how tired you are anymore. Now, get in that bath and shut up."

Rachel snorted. There was a smile on her face, and a glimmer in her eyes that had Santana's heart pick up its pace.

"You know, Santana," Rachel said quietly, "you keep surprising me."

"Is that so?"

"Yeah. One would almost believe you actually like me."

"That's ridiculous."

She didn't like Rachel. She loved her. But that was not something she would say out loud, ever. She didn't even know how she would even start a confession like that. It was better if she kept this to herself.

When she walked past her, Rachel gave her arm a little squeeze. Santana sucked in a harsh breath, which she only released once Rachel disappeared in the bathroom.

Santana got her that maddeningly delicious pistachio croissant, but not Kurt. Poor thing was quite offended and called Santana a horrible traitor. Rachel could barely hear them arguing, because she was too focused on basking in Santana's kindness.

She had been so sweet lately, something Rachel was entirely unused to - she believed Santana may have tolerated her now, but all these soft little gestures directed only at her...

Rachel wasn't sure what to make of it, but she knew she liked it.

Santana laid a gentle hand on Rachel's shoulder. The shorter woman trembled so badly, it nearly made Santana shiver, too.

"Everything is going to be alright," she promised. She gripped Rachel's shoulder tighter, trying to keep her from collapsing. "You're gonna kill this role. You're gonna own the stage. You're Rachel freaking Berry. There's no impossible for you."

Rachel looked up at her. Her eyes shone brightly, making Santana's chest fill with a now familiar, secret warmth.

"Thank you for your kind words, Santana," Rachel whispered. Her voice still trembled slightly, but her smile was genuine. "And that you came to see me the second I called you in panic. It really means a lot."

You mean a lot to me, Santana wished she could say.

"Go and blow them away," she said instead, giving Rachel one last pat on the shoulder.

She watched her back as she disappeared behind the curtains, with a silly, giddy smile on her face.

#pezberry #glee fanfiction #glee fic #santana lopez #rachel berry #my fic #request

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lumpofwhump · 2 years

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The Scavenger and the Forgotten, Part 2: Something Like Safety

Summary: While taking shelter in an abandoned apartment on their way to escape a war-torn dome colony, an alien tries to be a good caretaker to a rescued lab subject. "Tries" being the operative term.

Content: Hurt-comfort; post-captivity recovery; nonhuman whumpee; conditioned whumpee; nonhuman caretaker; reluctant caretaker; hand whump; past mouth whump.

Clee returned to the now-formerly abandoned apartment with the promised food and clothing a couple hours later.

"Coming in, so you'd better have a towel on or something," she called out, rapping on the door before abruptly entering. The door made an alarming squeal that she didn't remember from the first time. At least, she thought it was the door. "So you're prolly gonna be swimming in these, but at least they're clean," she said, dumping a bag of clothing out onto the table. "Better big than small, ri -- uh. Radu?"

The former lab subject was curled up in a ball on the recliner, sopping wet but no cleaner for it, still dressed in the now equally-drenched uniform she'd found him wearing. One yellow eye peered out at her, wide with surprise and terror.

How does this guy not know how to take a shower?! was her first thought.

Then she saw the flecks of blood on his hand and sleeve.

"Alright, what happened?" she asked, pulling over a battered metal folding chair to sit a few feet away from Radu. Whether because of the noise or her approach, he shrunk back further into the chair and away from her, flinching like he was expecting her to hit him. "Hey. Hey, it's only me. You know, Clee? The person who you were asking not to leave like two hours ago?" she said, exasperated.

"I'm sorry!" Radu blurted out. "It was only… I only did it twice…!"

Clee blinked, her antennae quirking up in confusion. Apparently begging and making alarming out-of-context statements was just his way of saying hello. "You only did what twice?"

Radu looked away, reminding Clee of nothing so much as her brother's incontinent old fliluk every time the sorry creature had an accident on some handmade item or other. This guy did sort of bear a resemblance to it, now that she thought of it, just with less --

Clee reflexively grimaced, hissing sharply with an intake of breath, as Radu finally, reluctantly, extended his webbed and weathered hand toward her out from behind his knees. It was streaked with mostly-coagulated blood that had been flowing from clusters of uneven puncture wounds.

"I tried not to," he said in a quiet voice, turning his face toward her but looking at the floor. Blood dripped from his mouth onto the beige carpet. "But if you have to, to, to take another one -" Clee wouldn't thought his body could have become any more tense until it did just then, and his voice pitched higher as he continued - "will you at least give me something to eat first? It's been so long now…"

Clee was a hair's breadth away from putting something together that she very much didn't want to think about. "You can eat, but before anything else we're cleaning those out," she said, gesturing to the bite marks. Radu's shoulders sank in disappointment, but he nodded meekly.

"Good." Clee responded with her own nod and got to rushing around the apartment to dig up whatever would work for this. Of course the former occupants didn't leave any medical supplies, and of course she hadn't thought to get them on her shopping run. Finding workarounds and shortcuts was what she did, though. And it helped keep her mind off the kind of problems that she couldn't do anything about. Like Radu's entire life, from what she could tell.

The previous residents had thankfully left behind a few washcloths, some soap, a bowl, and a single bottle of alcohol so shitty that not even civil war or displacement had made it appealing. She filled the bowl with water and set out her equipment, such as it was, on a small tray table that she placed near the recliner.

"This is kinda gonna suck," Clee admitted. "If you'd rather do it yourself, that might make it easier." Too late, she remembered his failed attempt at a shower, and thought that this offer might not have been the best idea, however much she would've preferred it.

Radu seemed to agree. After a moment of staring at the items in front of him, he reached for them, only to pull his uninjured hand back and shake his head mutely.

"Okay, let's get the worst part out of the way first." Clee opened the bottle, frowning as Radu pinned his injured hand down to the table by the wrist with the uninjured one, shaking despite his attempts to remain utterly still. He was looking down at the injuries intently - unblinkingly, even - and repeating something she couldn't hear or recognize under his breath. "Ready?" she asked, causing him to startle and abruptly go quiet. "It's gonna sting in three. Two. One…"

She poured the alcohol over the first few bite marks and waited for the inevitable flinch, whimper, or yelp of pain. But there was none. Radu was completely silent and still, staring straight down at his hand, and looking like he was trying not to so much as breathe. When she soaked the second set of bites, a twinge of pain made it into his expression, but he stayed quiet. She'dve thought that his reaction would be a nice change from his panicking about literally everything, but it actually worried her more.

"Alright, take a breath, then I'll wipe these out with soap," Clee said, using her gentlest, or least impatient, voice. "You're doing really well here. Just a few more minutes, and then… our food should still be mostly warm."

Whether because of the praise or the promise of food, the old genmod stared at her with immense gratitude, eyes wide and a hesitant smile on his face.

Clee returned it uneasily. "Let's finish up, yeah?"

Delicate wipes, light, careful dabs. That was what she'd been going for. From Radu's reaction, though, it was clear she hadn't succeeded. If anything, cleaning out the bites seemed to bother him more than disinfecting them. He kept squirming, nearly jerking his hand away from her. At one point, she unthinkingly reacted to this by grabbing him tightly before he could pull away, her long, uneven nails digging in to his fleshy wrist just short of drawing more blood.

Radu froze immediately, and when Clee looked up, he had a look like she'd gone and kicked him in the face.

Well, fuck.

She loosened her grasp immediately, though she didn't quite let go. "Look, I didn't mean to do that," she told him, sounding sharper and more defensive than she'd intended. Unsurprisingly, Radu didn't relax even the slightest bit. She sighed in frustration with herself. "I just… I got impatient. And I shouldn'tve. I'm sorry, okay?"

She wasn't really expecting that to count for anything. But the look of terror on his face faded into something like confusion.

"Why?" Radu asked, finally.

Clee blinked. "Why what?"

"Apologize. To me," Radu clarified haltingly. "She never apologized when I made her mad, and. And she had to…" He swallowed.

It took Clee a moment to remember, or at least guess, who he was referring to. She shrugged. "Unlike some people, I don't pretend to be perfect. Or knock people's teeth out," she added with a grimace. She immediately wished she hadn't been right about that, let alone said it out loud, as Radu's shoulders went tense and he pressed himself back into the cushion of the armchair. "See? There I go, screwing up again."

Radu looked down. "She… perfect, I don't know. Maybe n -" He couldn't manage to say that last word out loud, and instead swallowed. "Miss didn't do anything I didn't deserve," he finished quietly.

"Okay, but you see how that's fucked up, right?" Clee asked, exasperated. "Not just doing… that, but then blaming you for it. And then making you call her 'Miss' on top of that? What was this lady's real name?"

She couldn't stop digging herself deeper here, it seemed like. Radu squirmed and made a whining sound, grabbing at strands of his dirty hair and pulling at it, his eyes looking back and forth as if trying to make a decision. Or come up with an answer at all.

She sighed. "Never mind, you don't have to answer that," she said, much to his obvious relief. "Either way. I'm not going to hurt you. Or try to, anyways."

Radu nodded, though Clee wasn't sure that he actually believed her on that.

"So. I got maybe three wipes left before I can bandage you up. You ready?"

He nodded again, and extended his injured hand while continuing to pull at his hair with the other one. He made no sound, though, and managed to stay all but completely still as she finished cleaning out the wounds.

Only then did Clee realize she hadn't found anything that could serve as bandaging. She made one last pass, hoping for some clothes or a bath towel or something that could work. What she did find… her own clothes had probably been cleaned more recently, and that was saying something.

So that left her own clothes.

As she took off her coat and roughly tore off the sleeve of her shirt, Clee consoled herself with the knowledge that she'd soon be able to replace them. She hadn't even had to sell off any of the Lycadone vials yet, after all. Just one of those could get her something nicer than she'd worn since she'd left home.

"You don't have to - !" Radu protested, realizing what she was doing.

"Too late for that," Clee answered, wrapping the strip of makeshift bandaging around his hand and wrist carefully. "Here, before I tie it off… too tight?"

Radu flexed his fingers a bit, but took his time to answer. Finally, he gave a slight, uncertain nod.

"Got it," she said, and loosened the bandaging until he could comfortably move them. It made for an awkward fit over the webbing between his fingers, but there was only so much she could do, and he wasn't complaining. He was, though, still visibly anxious, not having completely unfolded himself from his curled-up position or stopped tugging at his hair with his other hand. He was watching her closely, warily, even as she backed away a few steps.

"Still not gonna punish you or anything," she told him, doing her best not to let frustration creep into her voice. "But yeah, I brought back some Wonguun food. Those guys don't have any teeth, so it should be fine for you. Let's see, they have a microwave… I can heat it up for you if -- Iiii would not eat that fast if I were you," she cautioned, as Radu readily took the box from her hand and tore into the food inside.

He wasn't listening to her, though. Oh well. His funeral - hopefully not literally, but even so, she figured there were a lot worse ways he could've gone out. She shrugged and sat down at the table, gesturing toward another chair as she did so. Radu looked a bit startled, but quickly nodded and slid onto it. The thing still looked uncomfortably small for him even after what he'd been through, creaking under his weight, but he didn't seem to notice, focused as he was on the food.

Even at room temperature, the food burned. Shit. Most places laid off the spices when it came to their Girn customers, believing they couldn't handle it, but the diminutive food cart owner had not. Unfortunately for Clee, she fit this particular stereotype. She hissed in discomfort.

Radu, for once, didn't react to her displeasure, or even seem to notice. He was still shoveling the stuff into his face, and after a minute or so she had to assume that the spice wasn't even registering with him.

"So did you eat anything in the last, what, six months or so?" Clee asked after watching this for a couple minutes.

Radu paused and looked up at her, wiping his face self-consciously as he shook his head.

"They really do build you guys to survive anything, huh," she said.

The enthusiasm immediately drained from his face at the thought. "Not everything," he mumbled, shaking his head again. "And some of us…" He stared blankly at the chunk of sauce-coated food he'd picked up for a beat and then swallowed it, almost reluctantly. He closed the takeout box, and slid it back toward her.

No explanation, of course.

Then again, why was she even curious? She'd be dropping this guy off at the first genmod guerrilla outpost she came across. They'd have a better sense of what to do with him.

"Glad you got to enjoy some of it, at least," she finally said to break the awkward silence, ignoring the burning in her tongue and forcing herself to eat another bite of her own dinner. "And the rest'll be there for breakfast. Hells, you can even have the rest of mine if you end up wanting it."

"Thank you, Miss Clee," Radu said quietly, tremulously. "Really. Thank you."

"Eh, it's really no problem," Clee brushed him off with immense awkwardness. "And it's just Clee, got it?"

He nodded, looking down with a muttered apology.

She sighed. "It's not -- I'm not mad at you, okay? It's just…" she stopped herself before she could say weird or uncomfortable, knowing he'd respond in a way that made this more of both of those things. "No need to be all formal with me. It's just Clee, no 'Miss' anything."

"Clee," he repeated, then added, louder this time, "Sorry."

Nope, still weird and uncomfortable.

"Anyways. I'm off to sleep. And since you've claimed the recliner there -" she glanced over at the still-damp chair - "the bed's mine."

She felt a little bad. After all, when was the last time this guy got to sleep in a real bed? Had he ever? She didn't feel bad enough, though, to sleep in a chair that smelled like unwashed genmod.

"You can have the blanket," she conceded reluctantly, removing it from the bed and tossing it on the recliner. It wasn't all that comfortable anyway, she told herself.

This was more than enough to make Radu happy, though. He reached for it slowly, as if she might yank it away at the last minute, then took it in his hands, feeling over the texture as he stared at it with an expression that could only be described as reverent. After a moment went by and she did not in fact take it back, he wrapped himself in it tightly with a stream of "thank yous."

"It's not like I don't have sheets," Clee said, cutting him off as he made a bee line for the recliner, curling up in a ball again under the blanket and rocking slightly back and forth on it. "Hey, you know that you can make the chair fold out, right?"

There was a slight movement under the blankets that she assumed was a nod, accompanied by yet another, now muffled "thank you."

"Suit yourself," she said before slipping under the sheets and turning to face the wall next to the bed. "Also, before we leave tomorrow, you're taking a real shower."

Radu gave an indistinct response that sounded like agreement, then went quiet. The chair continued to rock behind her with a steady flow of two-toned creaks. She thought about telling him to cut it out already, but that wasn't really what was keeping her awake.

Where was she actually going? She'd been so excited about finding her ticket off this hellscape of a moon, and so caught up in taking care of today's other unexpected find, that she hadn't really thought about it much. And she felt… dammit, she felt scared.

What, was she supposed to go back to Girn now? When she'd first been dumped off here, that's all she'd wanted. But with her luck, she'd go home just to find her town wiped off the map, replaced by some stupid overpriced resort for their colonial overlords, and her family disappeared into one of the network of detention camps spread out through the occupied territories. Or she could head down to the southern capital like her cousin had, getting a job with some handsy minor lordling who made sure to lock away his valuables every time she showed up.

No thanks. It was better to stay a xeno in human space than to go back to being a kriv, and worse yet a halfbreed, on Girn. She wasn't inclined to believe the sunshine-and-rainbows version of life on Earth and Mars she'd heard over the years, but if even a quarter of it were true, it'd be better than this. And with her half-decent, if heavily-accented, Sol Standard and enough money to pay a bribe or five, she could make it work. Or survive, at least.

That was a tomorrow problem. The chair had gone still, replaced by soft snoring, and with at least some semblance of a plan, Clee felt herself drifting off too. Soon enough, she was dead to the world, undisturbed by the now-familiar sounds of gunshots, missile launchers, and crumbling concrete at dawn, let alone her new roommate's terrified whimpers and squeaks in response.

She was vaguely aware of the warmth, though, when a heavy blanket draped over her and soft, squishy, slightly shaking arms enfolded her tightly against the body they belonged to. At least in sleep, this felt like the part of home she still missed.

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World building by me and @soheavyaburden

#whump writing #whump #oc whump #sci-fi whump #lab whump #nonhuman whumpee #abused whumpee #conditioned whumpee #broken whumpee #older whumpee #nonhuman caretaker #reluctant caretaker #whump recovery #hurt comfort #mouth whump #hand whump #bandaging #touch starved whumpee #touch starved caretaker

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whoneedsapublisher · 2 years

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Prompt: Homura forcing Kyouko to buy new clothes (PMMM, assuming you're still in the fandom)

I finished this a while ago but uhhh I didn't get around to posting it because of reasons. Hope you enjoy!

Title: Shopping Together

Words: ~1100

Summary: Kyouko Sakura's wardrobe isn't something she's put much thought into. Apparently, though, that's something of a problem.

Also on Ao3

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“Kyouko Sakura.”

Homura’s voice had a weird power to it. She wasn’t very loud, but even in the noisy arcade, the flat, sharp words she spoke seemed to cut through the noise as if she’d shouted them into a megaphone.

Kyouko glanced over her shoulder to see the girl in question lurking behind her, looking as serious as always.

“Hey babe,” she said, grinning. A few weeks ago, that would have earned her a cold stare and a scathing remark cutting enough to draw blood. Now though, Homura gave her a faint smile, and Kyouko could swear that she saw a hint of blush on her cheeks. Actually, maybe that was just the red light from the machine near her. Well, either way. “What’s up?”

“I need you to come with me,” Homura said.

Kyouko raised an eyebrow. “Like on a date?” she said. “This is kinda short notice, isn’t it?”

Homura was silent for a moment.

“It’s not exactly a date.” She looked a little evasive. For someone who was usually so expressionless, Homura was weirdly bad at being dishonest. It was kind of a charm point, though, so that was fine. Still…

“Okay, if it’s not a date, what is it?”

“...Shopping.”

Kyouko frowned. Her song came to an end and she turned to face Homura completely, leaning forward on the railing as the machine behind her burst into celebration. “Shopping? Whaddya need me to go shopping with you for? What are you getting?”

Homura sighed. “Clothes.”

“Oh, you like, want my opinion? I don’t really know that much about fashion-”

“Clothes for you,” Homura said.

Kyouko frowned. “I have clothes,” she said.

“You have one outfit,” Homura said flatly. “It was one thing when you were living on the streets and wanted to pack light, but now it’s just absurd.”

“It’s not like I need more clothes,” Kyouko protested. “I keep ‘em plenty clean and repaired with magic. Why do I gotta get more?”

“If you really can’t imagine any reasons, then do it because I’m asking you,” Homura said. “As your girlfriend. Please.”

And what the heck was Kyouko supposed to say to that?

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Getting clothes, it turned out, was going to be a highly curated process. Just like when she’d been a kid and her mother had picked her clothes out for her, Homura dragged her from aisle to aisle, throwing piles of clothes into her hands and then shooing her into the changing room to try them on. And when Kyouko suggested that maybe Homura could come into the changing room too, and wiggled her eyebrows a little to suggest what they could maybe do from there, Homura gave her a glare so cold that Kyouko felt like she had to try on a sweater before anything else.

Kyouko had always assumed that Homura would have a good fashion sense. Sure, she never actually seemed to see her in anything other than her school uniform and her magical girl outfit, but that was just because Homura was all serious and stuff. She was exactly the kinda person who’d actually listen to teachers telling their students that they were always representing their school even on their days off.

Now, though, she was starting to wonder if maybe she was wrong. Because Homura had given her about fifty outfits at this point, and they all sucked. Okay, maybe some of them would look okay on Mami or Madoka or whatever, but did Homura seriously think she was going to wear a pink fluffy dress? Come on.

“Hey babe?” Kyouko said, poking head head out of the changing room.

“What?” Homura said, glancing up from her phone. “Did you find one you like?”

“No,” Kyouko said. “Cause they all suck.”

Homura frowned. “I picked perfectly respectable clothing,” she said. “And Mami said they’d suit you perfectly.”

Kyouko groaned. Of course Mami was behind this.

“Mami would dress me up like a doll with ribbons and a bonnet if she had her way,” she said. “C’mon, I’m gonna go pick out some clothes myself.”

Homura gave her a stern look.

“What?”

“Pick something nice,” she said.

Kyouko looked at her incredulously.

“What?” Homura said.

“Never thought I’d hear you say somethin’ like that, is all.”

Homura made a sour face, and Kyouko put her hands behind her head and strolled back towards the shop. “Whatever. I’m gonna grab some stuff to try on. You wait here.”

“Fine,” Homura said.

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When Kyouko came back, Homura eyed the clothes in her arms skeptically before Kyouko quickly turned away.

“No peeking,” she said. “You can judge ‘em when you see the full outfit.”

Homura gave her a suspicious look for a moment, and then looked back down at her phone. Kyouko slipped into the changing room.

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“So? Whaddya think?”

Homura stared at Kyouko for a long moment, taking in her outfit.

Honestly, for a place that carried so many Mami-style things, Kyouko had been surprised at how cool some of their stuff had been. A leather jacket, with some nice black jeans, and a blouse that surely had to look respectable enough for Homura. It was basically like an officer worker shirt, right? More or less.

“You look like a delinquent,” Homura said flatly.

“What?” Kyouko said.

Homura stood up and stepped towards Kyouko, suddenly grabbing her by the shoulders and pushing her back into the changing room.

“Eh? What? What is it?” Kyouko said, bewildered.

“I told you to get something nice,” Homura said, stepping into the changing room and pulling the curtain shut behind her. “Something presentable. And you picked something that makes you look like you’re in a gang.”

Before Kyouko could respond, suddenly Homura was kissing her. And y’know, really, Kyouko was more on board with that than picking clothes, so she decided to focus on kissing instead of figuring out what was going on.

After a couple of very pleasant minutes, Homura pulled away.

“What the heck got into you all of a sudden?” Kyouko said. Now that she was no longer distracted by kisses, she was back to being confused.

Homura ignored her, opening the curtain and stepping outside again.

“I hope some of the other clothes you got are a little more normal,” she said.

“What the heck? If you don’t like these clothes, why’d you kiss me out of nowhere?!”

Homura paused, not turning back to Kyouko. “I didn’t say I didn’t like them,” she said finally.

Kyouko stared, and she was pretty sure that she could see the tips of Homura’s ears reddening. Just a little bit.

“...Besides, who doesn’t like it when their girlfriend looks cool?”

#pmmm #kyouhomu

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blue-kyber · 1 year

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Just heard something profound. I'll attempt to paraphrase:

Your purpose isn't a grand purpose to shake the world, and that if you don't accomplish it, you're a failure.

Your purpose exists in every moment you exist. Everything you do is your purpose. It's in the decisions you make. It's in little things that shake the world of a single person - like paying for their groceries if you can when they don't have enough, or getting someone's coffee, letting someone pass you on the freeway, opening the door for someone, helping someone pick up things that they've dropped, smiling at someone who looks to be having a hard day and giving them a little compliment about their hair or their clothes or their choice in whatever they're looking at at a shop or something.

Your purpose is in the little acts of kindness that you do that others that affects them, then they pass on in some way. They copile, they build, that those little moments are really shake the world.

That doesn't mean that you and I still won't think, "Why the hell am I even here? I'm only here to suffer," because we're human after all. And very often life and living genuinely suck, filled with trauma, and negative experiences.

I'm not telling you what you should do with an absolute. It's just something to keep in mind when you make your own decisions about your own life. :)

#wisdom

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the-firebird69 · 1 year

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Watch "Simon and Garfunkel - Bridge Over Troubled Water (Live in Madison Square Garden, NYC 2003)" on YouTube

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And we did send it back to the song and to be Sung and this is what it came out like it's a beautiful song and everybody loves it and it says I'll leave my body down to form the bridge and it's horrible because it's also Trump and his son singing this and it's kind of what we're doing I don't know why get away and I know why they're doing it sort of they need to weaken them and these guys have a big plan huge trucks and stuff can go over it I saw the ratings yeah I'm looking at it I have to know it's going to be a bone of contention which is good

Tommy f

I can't believe that I'd be nice to say something after I was an a****** day all month all year I'm on a roll but still this is a giant bridge and towards the end of this thing I'm starting to look at it like we need it cuz we do people can't get here and I'm a damn idiot and it's a bonus contention it's a way of trying figure stuff out now I follow it you coming here normal and you're going to be okay so I'm going to try and do that and when it opens which should be tomorrow sometime and I know the paving takes more than a day to cure even the high early so it'll probably be towards Wednesday Thursday more towards Thursday cuz I have all these stores and shops to put in and now they want to put a crazy ass restaurant on top it spins around it's like a mile or two wide or more it's going to gigantic the outer ring will move it's going to be crazy as hell I can't believe it but it is so huge it deserves Justice like that it's so giant and if this kid's design next door I have to take all this s*** back I said so I'm going to suck I get cherry season again some money because don't worry Charlie Manson I got the insane side covered no just kidding that's you... It's making me laugh I guess I got a spot but not sitting right next to him or in the bar near him or the eatery near him kind of makes sense

Trump Sarah okay I address this message and this is me Sarah and I want to say something too he was nice to me tonight a little bit and I mean CAA but usually is lately has been saying go away You're terrible like him just take him with you and get out of here and see what he's saying what a nightmare he is I can't stand you anymore and we're trying to keep the secret and I saw in the movie seems like right there and he followed me after I downloaded it and was saying you jerk and Austin to get something he's going to try and use me because I took the opportunity it doesn't make any sense but that's what he's doing it makes sense because it says downloaded no he doesn't have a way in but I had to weigh in now I get that I started moving out and he's going after me and it makes sense to him now cuz I didn't get out of there fast enough keep saying go in the tank go in the tank I didn't go in the damn tank and blew the place up and he's dead and he's a Mac that was amazed he says don't be too amazed that the suit helmet closed since way down and it blew up but he's thinking the tanks are above that where he fell into and it's not water but it's like mesh and I suddenly figured out something that guy is Tommy yeah so it's good to know

That was Sarah and it's worth posting now

Thor Freya

We need this moment okay there's people who are saying that to Thor and Freya and they see who it is clearly now and it is Tommy f and his clothes so silly nasty people they talk way too much to bother us all day and night it looks like it's going to rain possibly tomorrow so he has to check it and 20% might be too much

Hera

I have something in the air it's up in the air

Zues Hera

True too some people can't get here all the time it's a hassle and it doesn't have any money at all this is terrible I got to tell people to get ready it's always a nightmare

Mac

We're going to get ready too this is horrible I don't want to spend a dime not a penny and it's going to talk to him back we have to get by the damn secretary or try not to yell and scream she's going to start some s*** if we allow it and I don't want it allowed of course he doesn't want it

Thor Freya

We don't want it to happen and we're not doing it it's not legal what she does and we want to brought to Justice and they are going to actually start arresting these people tonight

Frank Castle hardcastle

If you heard how hard they were screaming for you to get hurt you would not believe how bad it would be out there tonight they are screaming stuff about these Bridges which are going in right now the first one the 20 mile bridge is going in and we made it happen too we did a lot of work and our son and daughter Zeus and Hera did a lot of work and a bunch of it okay they initialized it came up with the idea and the kind of Coach still on pushed along but we did a ton of work to get it to work and to protect it and attracted ton of idiots right now there's a huge pile of idiot that are heading there it's like 10 million again they already spent 10 million octillion and it's like 10 million octillion half is clones and half are warlock and they're going to get blown away and say they intend to keep sending waves until it's down and we're going to keep getting rid of them it won't be any of them left if they keep sending waves there but that's fine that's what it's for I guess no it's just a bridge huge number is okay giant numbers of these idiots. And they're screaming and yelling here and tons and tons of Max are up they're calling for more and more and they're coming here and they're opening their crevices thinking they could stop them and they just take ships around and they try and run here and they go into the crevasse it's another 10 million octillion so far tonight it's going to be over 100 million octillion then they only have that much left and really once these ships go up there it all done they're going to get slaughtered and they're going to keep on doing stupid stuff too it's almost over for them

Right now they don't have the power to see what's going on and they won't. We hear they're a huge ships getting ready to evacuate and we hear that 500 spaceships are moving into the cities and they're going there like 20 miles an hour like 10 miles wide or 20 miles wide so 3 hours to get there the speeding up now and still going to slow down and causes too much wind so they're going to get there and probably half an hour at most cities and that's 500 cities and then a 500 more and probably about 1500 cities tonight and 1500 cities tomorrow and it's going to continue and they'll start the city thing and they'll start dying tonight they'll start dying Big Time fights a war in the city the reason why they're in the outskirts and suburbs is to fuel up at big huge depots and there's only a few of them and they always can go to a few places in each area and we'll see what not there we're not running those big depots those are empire stuff for Mac stuff

Thor Freya

Oh s*** I remember this it's these idiots we're at our fuel

Mac

Why are we going to sit here or not

Tommy f

Great so I get to die and I'm actually Tommy f which is true this is no the door closes yeah fascinating math and I already he already figured it out like 4 years ago oh he's trying to escape and I said I think you saw it or something

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aleksandra-rosaliee · 2 years

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-Because i want a good life...i dont want to worry about what people think of me (as much). I want people to look at me and wish they were me…

-So I can finally allow myself to get a job and be a productive member of society and be happy and have a life, I can't do that if I'm fat.

so I'm pretty enough to get some and because of how people treat me because I'm fat when I'm skinny people will be careful around me and gentle instead of practically stomping on me.

-My biggest motivation to lose weight is the knowledge that I have done it before, and I can do it again... If I put my mind to it.

to try to have some sort of control in my life right now

gives me a goal to focus on so I don't kill myself.

-So I can be an instagram model

-So that i can wear a bikini and feel myself as beautiful as my friends which are always super healthy and skinny since we were little kids.

-So that I can prove to my entire family and relatives that we don't have fat genes. We can lose weight and be normal or skinny

-So that I seem to be perfect and in control

-Maybe cause I deserve it? Maybe because the less I weigh the cleaner I feel?

-To deal with feelings of self-disgust after sexual trauma

- I want to be able to be happy with the body I'm in. I want to be able to be in public with a bikini on without feeling like everyone is judging me and without -feeling like I'm the fattest person there and without constantly covering my stomach and sucking in. I want to be happy..

-I'm in the prime of my life and I deserve to look my best

-I love the feeling of like, leaning into the hunger. Kind of embracing it as a feeling. And I like feeling light. It's just a very specific feeling I like living with.

-Restricting food (even if just to maintain) helps me to not self harm via cutting. Had a really serious cutting incident at the beginning of the year and while my ED hasn't stopped the cutting entire, it's definitely helped me not have a repeat incident of that first one.

Sure there's motivation to stay skinny too, but not dealing with pain is the most important aspect of it.

think about shopping sprees and how your only problem will be the clothes being too big on you. Everything will look good on you.

-The feeling of superiority of having more self-control than the general population and feeding off of the jealousy of other women who eye me up-and-down, wishing they had my body.

- A childhood dream of being a model before I grew up and realized I'd never be tall, so if I'm skinny at least I'll be model-esque. That shit sucked for me. I'm still bitter about it

i loathe that food coma feeling you get when you eat too much & you're full. restriction makes sure i never feel like that.

-The debilitating feeling of being not good enough. Ever.

-Restricting is what I think about 24/7, it almost makes life into a game and keeps reality further away, and the further away that feels, the better in my opinion.

-Seeing my weight go down gives me a thrill like nothing else.

-No matter how much my logical brain tells me that losing weight won't fix everything, the ED refuses to believe it, so I guess restricting gives me hope of a better life.

-Restricting feels like it's distancing me from my former self, the self that I hate so much. Things that remind me of what I was, eating, sitting a certain way, how clothes fit, loads of tiny things make me feel so much disgust.

I like having a secret, I like knowing how little I've eaten and how long, or how much exercise I've done on how little I've eaten when nobody else has a clue. It's my thing, nobody else's.

-Feeling like I am changing something, getting somewhere, progressing, achieving something, without restricting I don't feel those things.

-Depression has robbed me of all enjoyment and enthusiasm for anything except my obsession with weight loss, that's the only thing that I get a buzz out of or excited about.

-It makes me feel strong, peaceful and in control. Not restricting is chaotic, messy and gross.

-Ironically, restricting makes me feel more alive, like I'm actually participating in life, even in the worst moments when physically I am not well. Eating makes me feel slow and dead and as if there is nothing more to come in life, like I am just existing.

-It also makes me feel closer to physical death, it's like hanging around near the exit just in case you need to make a sudden escape.

-Being thin gives me freedom, I can't leave my house fat, I can't do much of anything fat, I won't allow it as I'm too disgusting.

-It’s a competition with myself. I like the feeling of being mentally strong and knowing that I’m totally in control of everything. My mind is stronger than anything else

-It's another way to prove to myself I don't need anything

-Because when I am thin exercise will be actually effective.

-Because I would have done something that is for me.

-Because maybe then life will FINALLY settle down.

-So that I can wear the beautiful clothes.

-So that I still look good in tights or in sweats.

-I'm a better, more functional person when I'm restricting.

I don’t like myself much. I don’t like looking at my skin. Then if I restrict, I take up less space. Problem is I don’t like my skin when I’m skinny either.

-Not eating much is a huge part of my identity.

-Food is generally disappointing. Even when it tastes good, there's calories to stress over.

-I've never felt as acutely ill from not-eating something as I have from eating something (okay, true, I've gotten close to death several times from chronicly not-eating)...

-It's so convenient not to have to eat!

-feeling empowered / in control

-kowing Im erasing the me that I hate

-distraction from other things

-not feeling fat and disgusting in everything I wear

-I like feeling like my body is tight and empty

-I get scared people hate me cause I have no redeeming quality. At least I can be thin.

-To be hot for my boyfriend. I want him to feel proud of having me.

I love being in control of my flesh prison.

-so i dont vomit everytime i look in the mirror, and feel like people actually wanna talk to me

-So I feel like I have control over something in my life

-Also so I can wear whatever I want without double thinking if I look fat in it

-And to stop thinking that guys are constantly looking at my friends because I'm too fat

-because everyone thinks i can't.

-unequal fat distribution makes me look pregnant at higher weights.

-to be thinner than my boyfriend.

-to have something to work towards.

-to wear the clothes i like.

-People treat me better when I'm thinner. Also, I'm sure that my boyfriend prefers skinny girls - I can see it in his eyes. He is so happy when I drop some weight. Other reason - all of my clothes are size XS or S and I dress ridiculously just because I have an issue with buying larger clothes and can't fit into my smaller clothes right now.

-To get rid of the "bloated" feeling

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citrusillyboe · 2 years

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😞😞😞 I'm crying that sibling Hcs w the first years were too cute.. ☹️☹️☹️‼️ Can I please request a sibling hc w Vil and the tweels 😋‼️ITS OK IF YOU CNT, STAY HYDRATED ND TAKE CARE <33 💪🏼💪🏼💪🏼

☆Flowers From The Same Garden (2)

☆★headcanons★☆

📒 - summary; sibling headcanons lmao

📒 - character[s] | dorm[s]; vil schoenheit, the tweels (jade leech + floyd leech)

📒 - genre; [platonic + gn!reader] crack and fluff + a little tinge of angst in vil's + cursings + twst EN and JP phrases + implied epel x reader in vil's part (although it was pretty brief)

📒 - notes;

hello anon! i'm glad you enjoyed the hcs ( •̀ ω •́ )✧ i had so much fun writing it and i think i will have fun writing this too since i have SO many ideas for the leech twins, so stay tuned for that✍️(◔◡◔)

also, a little reminder that i dont really know vil THAT well, ive yet to read his vignettes and im only on twst en, so theres maybe some part that seemed ooc or if his part kinda suck ass（ﾉ´д｀）

but anyway, take care of yourself too anon and enjoy reading~!

⁀➷ vil schoenheit

[younger sibling]

(i was a little bit indecisive when i'm trying to figure out if ______ should be the younger or the older sibling, but after a few brainstorming, i settled with younger sibling! :D)

vil absolutely adores you and he meant it!

you two spent so much of your childhood together that it made you two quite inseparable

strong sibling bond pt3

you and vil are quite the opposite with each other

which balances the aspects of you both (again, am i making sense here? idk)

vil teaches you everything he knew about potionology at that time, loving the look of focus you have every time you hear him explain

it's very endearing and he find himself smiling along with you

even if you fail to follow the instructions, he'd lightly reassure you and point out what you did wrong

"Ah! It didn't work..."

"Don't worry, it's a small mistake. You're suppose to put in vermilion essence first before the wyvern tongue,"

"Oh, right right,"

he was the one who teach you about any kind of mannerism since during the times where you're still a kid, your father was rather busy with whatever work he have

so vil was always the one looking after you

he simply teaches you things like table manners, how to talk politely and so on so forth

not only is he doing this because he's the only available caretaker for you but also because he wanted you to be the best version of yourself

and of course, he wanted to give you a great childhood

but he wouldn't go as far as to make you work your ass off every time he's teaching you

he knew you can be stubborn at times so if you say that you wanted to end the session, then it will end

"Vil, I don't want to study today. But how about we go out and visit the market instead?"

"Hm, it's still rather early though,"

"Please? I'm sure I can find ingredients to make our foods!"

"Haha, alright alright. Get yourself ready, okay? Or else I might leave you!"

"Aw, you won't do that, you cherish me too much to do that~!"

early trips to the market is something you two do when it's a free weekend

a little bit of breath of fresh air it seems

but other than buying groceries and what not, the 'trip to the market' is quite frankly a little excuse for you to spend time with vil in a more casual manner

you knew that he sometimes stress himself at certain occasions

so you wanted to at least help him relief some of it

and you know what?

vil really appreciate it

he gets a little excited whenever you say that you wanted to go to 'a trip to the market' with him

it's usually one of the eventual days, consisting of grocery shopping, making flower bouquets and looking through different perfumes, a little rest at a cafe that you two frequently come to,

each one of you ordering almost the same drinks and dessert every single time, and at times, you just let vil pick clothes for you at a boutique

you have vil to thank for arranging the clothes that fit you the most

cause if it weren't for him, you'd wear literally awfully combined clothes with either reasons being to piss people off,

or you genuinely think that's a good clothing combination

and of course, vil couldn't let such things like that happen to his beloved sibling, he's that kind afterall <3

(i can confirm this since i once have awful taste in clothing and if vil ever sees me in any of those clothes combos, he'd roundhouse punch me on the face before demanding me to change into something more tangible and not eye soring)

moving on,,,

i'd say that you weirdly hit off a little too well with rook

maybe it's because you're vil's sibling, or maybe for whatever reasons that he have

you'd rather not know

literally, your first time meeting with rook quite went like this;

Rook; "Ah! If it isn't the one and only, Aide de Poison! I've been dying to greet your presence, ravi de vous rencontrer~!"

______, looking at him with confusion; "...Hah??"

Vil, with a hand on your shoulder; "Don't mind him, ______. He's an oddball, but he means well,"

since you and epel are from the same year, you two also get along very, very well

a little too well even

i mean, vil knew it's pretty obvious on epel side, but you can be pretty oblivious so it's going to be rather entertaining for him to watch~

he'd leave subtle hints on what you like or what you're more likely to do at that time to epel, and pray every single time for you to not miss the hint

oh well, what can he do?

young people can figure it out themselves

i also would like to say that you two take no shits from people!!

absolutely power sibling/power duo/whatever you call it

when you two notice people shit talking about you, two pairs of judgmental eyes are enough to shut them up

especially when paired with chuckles and sinister smiles yum yum yum

go off schoenheits!!

and last but not least,,

______; "Vil, what did we say about comparison?"

Vil; "...Did we talk about that before? I didn't remember,"

______; "Well, if that so, let me refresh your memory. Comparison is not good because it's, obviously, bad! You're quite frankly creating a bad mindset for yourself that you need to be better than everyone else to be able to be satisfied with yourself,"

Vil, sighing; "Is that so...?"

______; "Yeah, and I don't, really like seeing you sad..."

Vil; "Hm, well if you're saying it like that, now I feel bad,"

______; "I mean, you can try to make it up by doing skincare routines with me, killing two birds with one stone technically. So, how's that sound?"

Vil, smiling; "I'd like that,"

you both cherish each other very very much in conclusions <3

⁀➷ jade leech + floyd leech

[triplets]

deadly trio, i repeat, deadly mf trio

if you, per se, value your life, you don't want to mess with EITHER of them leech triplets when they're all in the same place or room

cause if you do, well, let's just say that you're gonna be 6ft underground in a minute

sorry, i don't make the rules

you are a good mix of floyd's chaotic actions + mood swings and jade's calmness + hints of subtle threats

or to put it simply, you are a menace

you gotta be the only person that no one can even know what you're thinking

it's just that you're overly complicated that not even one person can tell what you're about to do next or what you might cause

if anything, jade and floyd are the only ones that can read you

and what's worse is that they will never tell anyone what you're gonna do and might even encourage you to do so in the most vague way

but there's nothing to worry about, really~!

because you don't cause a lot of troubles like floyd

and even if you felt like causing one today, jade would (sometimes) instantly stop you and you'd have no choice than to back down

"Fufu, do you really want to wreak havoc today, ______?"

"You can tell very clearly, Jade~!"

you have your targets that you wanted to play around with and you have your plans on what you want to tease them about

like for example, that odd ramshackle student, they're so fun to play with and you love the reactions they gave you

but of course, you won't go too far since you're still 'kind' enough to let them go even if you're not completely bored yet

whenever he's not with jade, floyd would absolutely drag you around to do the great seven knows what

you don't really care anyway and just join him whenever your mood aren't sour

floyd is always 10 times more chaotic with you alongside him, and you two would just do whatever the fuck you want and if jade's not there, then no one can stop you two

(azul have a slight chance to stop you but if anything, he's scared of you so he keep his distance)

hanging on every tree branches and see who can jump the farthest from where you are hanging from, running around the whole field after school for at least 4 rounds,

THERE ONE INCIDENT WHERE YOU THROW FRESHLY WET SOCKS AT PEOPLE WITH FLOYD DURING A SCHOOL WEEKEND

both you and floyd were just having the time of your life, laughing and having fun while others are just in despair, trying to run away from you two

"Ahahaha~! Macky, catch!!"

"HUH—?!"

it ends with you two having to clean windows for a week but you and floyd were just giggling the whole time as you do so

clearly, both of you didn't learn anything nor do you regret anything during that incident

good for you two ig?

i'd like to think that both of you and floyd's moodiness affect each of you

if floyd sees that you're not in a good mood, he will also not be in a good mood and vice versa

like an infection yknow

"ughhh, i want to sleep and never wake up, class was sooooo boring,"

"but who will play around with meeeeee if you're goneee???"

"just ask Azul, he will be glad to do so,"

"I will not," -azul

riddle is absolutely in despair whenever he bumps with not only floyd, but YOU too

sure, you're a lot more calmer than floyd, he had been in classes with you before and saw how tranquil you can be

but he knew that you're an absolute menace whenever being with floyd

"aha~ goldfishie, what are you doing right now~?"

"goldfishie, hm? what a suitable name, don't you think riddle~?"

he's going to lose his mind at one point, oh well

during days where you are calmer, you would just follow jade and talk about whatever you think is interesting

tailing him around to wherever he's going like a lost puppy

oh wait, that's not the right word um...oh, right

you latch onto him like a parasite

whether you're talking about someone, talking about boring classroom stuff, talking about plants?, talking about places in school??, talking about an event back in the coral sea when you two were kids all of a sudden???

if you haven't realize it now, ______ talks about literally anything in their mind

moray eels nature ig?

anyway,, whether you're talking about any shit, jade would just listen to you with great interest

no matter how boring the subject is, you always have ways to make it sound interesting

one of your perks it seems (and because you're his triplet so is it really that surprising?)

you call everything you think is a mushroom a mushroom

and jade would correct you with a smile every single time

"what about that mushroom over there?"

"ah, that's called Ascomycota and it's a fungi, not a mushroom,"

"well it is a mushroom now cause i said so,"

"oh, ______, you really should learn new things once in a while. mushrooms are indeed fungi, but not all fungi are mushrooms,"

"that literally make no sense, if mushrooms can be this fungi thing, why aren't fungi allowed to be mushrooms??"

"that's the most interesting aspect of it in my opinion~"

if you don't care about constant mushroom dishes;

you'd consume every mushroom jade gives you with no care

it's only mushrooms, it's not like your brother is going to feed you poison mushrooms...

...yet (jkjk)

every time azul and floyd get tired of eating mushroom dishes by jade, they'll dump it all on your mouth as if you're a trashcan

🍄mushroom trashcan🍄

but if you DO care about constant mushroom dishes;

expect a chase scene at one point

floyd checking his back to see if jade's getting any closer,

jade chasing you three, mushrooms on plates and a smile on his face

you're running while grabbing on floyd wrists in case he gets tired of running

and azul being carried over your shoulder

the mushrooms are getting too much and none of you are having it lmao

also

Azul; "Jade, ______, Floyd, please take care of those gentlemen for me,"

Jade, ______and Floyd, with that smile; "As you wish," "With pleasure~" "Aha, sure~"

(okay, i am now in love with ______ leech)

#citrus-doc-office #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #vil x reader #vil schoenheit x reader #jade x reader #jade leech x reader #floyd x reader #floyd leech x reader #twst #twisted wonderland #vil schoenheit #jade leech #floyd leech

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