i scroll through your page every day like it’s my freaking newspaper omg thank you for all the bimbo!reader content 😭😭🥰

this is kind of going off of your post of reader pampering simon and johnny calling him a pretty boy lol

idk if you’ve ever heard of the boyfriend effect? it’s like this silly (but true) theory that men go through a glow up when getting into a relationship 😅😅

but i def see that in simon. like after getting with reader, he’s taking more pride in his appearance. his muscles aren’t just to keep him at the top of his job but he loves the way you drool over them. or he’s like taken to grooming his facial hair or he’s cleaning up his eyebrows, making sure his nails are clean, he’s stepped up his cologne game 🫠🫠

he just appreciates how much work reader puts into her appearance and finds her so beautiful, he wants to be up to her standards and feel like he’s worthy of being with her 🥺🥺

YES ABSOLUTELY!!

Simon was never one to worry much about his appearance, just wearing military-issued clothes and other random things he bought when he wasn't deployed. It's mentioned that he also didn't even know what skincare was before meeting her and this man used to wash his face with only water or body wash 😭 but once she starts getting him introduced to all those things and she starts doing his skincare?? Simon Riley, the man that you are.

He's seen you spend over an hour doing your skincare and always making sure your presentation looks good before going out, spending a lot of time doing your makeup, hair, nails and planning outfits, and he starts truly believing that he has to look good for you as well.

He starts to trim his nails more and clean them up well, sometimes even asking you for help or accepting to go get a manicure with you so the callouses in his hands get better and he can have soft hands to hold and touch you. He'd never admit it, but he spent a long time at different stores trying to pick a body wash and cologne that smells pleasant so he can always smell nice when he's out with you.

He starts to shave his face more often, using an aftershave with a pleasant, masculine smell. He tries his best to shower before coming back home to you, and if he's not able to, the first thing he does is suggest that you both take a shower together, secretly proud to see your surprised face at how many things he uses now to clean his body compared to the tiny bar of cheap soap that he used when you first met.

Sure, his muscles make him a more intimidating figure in the battlefield and help him be at the top, but he's never felt more grateful for them than when you're tying a bow on his arm and making him flex just to see it unwrap. He absolutely loves how you worship his body and having your long, pretty nails run over his muscles when you touch him, squeezing his muscles and drooling over them and how cool he looks.

He wants to keep up with you— you're a very pretty girl who puts a lot of effort into your appearance, and he wants to do the same, wanting to look worthy of being with you even when in your eyes, he was fully worthy of it even before he changed.

I also believe that bimbo!reader had the idea to plan his Senpai Ghost outfit HBJEFJHFEHJBFE

Bimbo!Reader Masterlist

"Seeing Is Believing"

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MDNI

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John 'Soap' Mactavish x F!Reader

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Dialogue Prompts: 31 & 35 & 25

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Warnings: Reader Gets Cheated On (Not By Soap), Friends to Lovers, Hurt + Comfort

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It wasn't out of the ordinary for you to end up sat alone at the bar, your so-called boyfriend leaving you by yourself... Said he had to take a call. You didn't question it much, simply raising your glass back up to your lips.

He hasn't even bothered to remember your favorite drink or ask what you wanted, simply ordering for you then disappearing in a flash. Your face scrunches at the unsatisfactory aftertaste this particular drink leaves in its wake, setting the glass back down you begin to wonder what's taking him so long. Slowly you rise to your feet and make your way out to where he went, your heart drops in an instant...

He's wrapped in the arms of some random redhead, a girl you've seen a few times before... Always reassured that she was simply a colleague and that was all, yet here they were making out. You couldn't even speak- couldn't confront them. You felt sick.

Feet quickly carry you away from the bustling environment, leaving the sounds of drunken rambling and yells far behind, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. He had driven you here and there's no way you can walk all the way home in the dark by yourself, simply stopping and catching your breath outside a little store that's closed for the night.

You dig into your purse retrieving your phone, swiftly dialing the only person you know you can count on, shoving down the urge to cry... Not wanting to fall apart despite the burning in your chest.

Johnny immediately picked up when he saw your name flash across his screen, clicking answer he was about to enthusiastically respond- then he heard your voice.

"Johnny..."

"Aye, what's wrong? Ye sound upset."

"Just... Can you come and get me? I'll explain later... I'm outside the little store called Owl Flower Shop..."

"Already on my way."

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Even on the whole ride home he didn't ask any questions, he allowed you the space to speak when you were ready. It made his heart ache seeing that far off look in your eyes, the way you fidgeted even after entering his home. This place honestly was simply your second home at this point, many nights spent on your best friends couch watching movies.

"He cheated on me..."

You finally blurted out after Johnny returned from the kitchen with a glass of water for you, his blue eyes widen immediately.... It's like an instant fire was set in his chest.

"He bloody what?!"

You accept the glass of water, settling back against the cushions.

"Saw him kissing some other girl... Actually kissing is an understatement- they were trying to eat each other whole."

He doesn't hesitate to settle in beside you, arm draped over your shoulders to guide you closer to him. He's heated with rage but he holds it in- mostly. Focusing on comforting you instead, letting you sink into him and breathe in the familiar scent of oak, something a bit woodsy almost.

"Ye deserve so much more..."

He means it- the sincerity of it could make you melt, Scottish accent and rumbling voice reaching down to your soul. He rubs at your shoulder and you can feel a slight tenseness in him.

"You're angry."

It's just an observation- despite his best attempt at keeping calm, his mannerisms spoke absolute volumes... Plus, you've known him long enough to know that this probably had him boiling up inside.

"Aye, dinnae worry about it."

Your eyes search his face and you know Johnny well, despite your own heartbreak you try to lighten the mood, watching the way he sets his jaw and clenches a bit... So, you crack a joke that given the circumstances probably isn't the most appropriate- but when have either of you ever had good timing?

"You're so hot when you're mad."

You have to set your glass down on the coffee table after saying it, watching as the scotsman looks at you with a beyond stunned expression. You nervously swallow.

"I was just-"

"Ye think so?"

You can't help but squirm under the gaze of him, perhaps it wasn't entirely a joke after all.

"Uhh... Yeah."

"Well, I think yer a bonnie lass."

There's something heavy settling between the two of you, an awkward little laugh slipping past your lips in the face of being so very close to your dear friend.

"Yeah, right."

"Aye, I mean it."

You just can't bring yourself to look away, something setting ablaze inside you. Part of you screaming that it's wrong to look at your friend like this, especially after everything that's happened. The other part just going 'screw it'.

"Say it again..."

"Bonnie..."

He practically purrs out the word while leaning in close, something in him calling out for him to prove it to you, show you how much better you deserve. How wonderful you are inside out. He's always seen you as beautiful, flaws and all pulling him in yet he never dared to rock the boat... Now it's already been tipped over and you're both cast out to sea, desperately seeking out each other.

In a split second decision your hands reach up for his face, pulling him into a tender kiss finally feeling his lips on yours, his own flavor meeting your tongue and entirely erasing the aftertaste of that horrible drink from earlier.

Consumed by him entirely... If you had told your past self you'd end up in the arms of your handsome Scottish best friend- you wouldn't of believed yourself... Seeing Is Believing after all.

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{If I got any Scottish lingo wrong please let me know. The idea of being called a Bonnie lass gives me butterflies.}

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10 Thrifting tips the thrilling continuation

I am a dedicated thrifter and I have done a few thrifting tips posts, things to look for, how to find the best stuff. I had an excellent day thrifting today and decided it was a good day to polish up a draft I had and post it. So read more for tips to get the goodies.

If you buy fairly plain wooden furniture, it doesn’t take a whole lot of expertise to refinish it. You can get a cheap palm sander for less than 50 bucks, and a small tin of furniture wax goes a long, long, loooong way. Or you can get Danish oil if you want a satin finish or Teak oil for a gloss finish. Don’t let Youtube videos make you believe you have to test out 10 zillion different coloured stains unless you are aiming for a very specific look. Just make sure you slap something nourishing on the wood after you’ve sanded it. Also remember that whatever product you use; multiple light coats will come out better than one thick coat. There’s a huge amount of satisfaction in looking at a gorgeous chunk of wood you’ve bought back to life.

French milled/triple milled soap. Old ladies like to give soap as gifts and people tend to stick it in their drawer to scent their clothes and never actually use it, eventually they have a clean out and this unused soap goes to the thrift store still in it’s original paper wrapping. This soap is expensive. This soap is fantastic. The milling process creates a very different product than the bars you get at the supermarket. It doesn’t go goopy and melty even if you leave it sitting in a puddle in your shower, it’s not as drying to your skin, the scent stays on your skin for longer. These bars last for months, it’s well worth picking them up if you like the scent.

Blue Willow. Would you like to have a nice set of china but don’t want to drop a lot of money on something that might look dated in 10 years? Collect blue willow from thrift stores. Blue willow has been around for hundreds of years and it’s going to be around for hundreds more. It can be slotted in to almost any home style, classical, boho, maximalist, scandi, etc, etc. Because it’s been around for so long pretty much every manufacturer has done it, so you find it really often at thrift stores and it’s easy to pick up a couple of plates here and a serving bowl there. Also, because so many companies have done it over such a long period it’s possible to pick up modern dishwasher safe dinner plates that you can use alongside a lovely 100-year-old antique gravy boat.

Gifts. Never feel ashamed of buying gifts from thrift stores. The perfect vintage item is way more meaningful than any amount of new stuff. And if you’re buying for someone who doesn’t like vintage; if something looks new and undamaged how is the recipient going to know that it’s not new?

Get yourself a thrifting routine. You’re gonna find the best stuff if you go often so don’t just randomly go every now and then. People who say they never find anything are the ones who only call into a thrift store every couple of months and expect something amazing to just drop into their lap. Set a day once a week, or every other week or once a month, but make a commitment to go on a regular basis.

If you see something that you think you like but you’re not 100% sure, as long as you can afford it and have a place for it, get the thing. Take it home, live with it. Maybe you’ll decide you don’t really like it and take it back to the thrift store and consider the price you paid a charitable donation. But sometimes you bring something home that you kinda like and end up absolutely loving it. Some of my favourite things in my house are things I wasn’t completely sure about when I was in the thrift store. There’s nothing worse than the regret of leaving something behind because you weren’t sure about it, then deciding actually I do want that thing, but it’s gone, and you’ll never find another quite like it.

If possible, go with someone who knows your likes/tastes. It’s amazing the number of times I’ve been in a thrift store with my mother or best friend, and they’ve found something I love that I hadn’t even noticed. Plus they’ll be dirty rotten enablers and encourage you to buy the thing that you love but you’re not sure you can justify to yourself.

There are a bunch of Youtubers who do thrift flips. If there’s some décor item that’s in all the stores at the moment and you love it, but can’t justify spending money on it, then it might be worth looking up to see if anyone has done a thrift flip and can give you a tutorial on how to turn a thrifted item into the hot décor items of your dreams.

Keep the cycle going. If you have stuff in your home that you no longer use/love, then donate it. If you’ve traded up and found something better but your original thing still has life in it, donate. Even if you originally bought something from a thrift store no one is gonna be mad if you send it right on back (unless you’ve used it to death, and it really should be heading for landfill).

Don’t put yourself in a box. Don’t refuse to get something because it’s not ‘your style’. What is ‘your style’? Things that you love, that make you happy. Do you love this thing? Does it make you smile? Then it’s your style. Honestly style is something that evolves organically, that grows and expands as we’re exposed to new things. If you try to follow a certain style rigidly then you’ll end up with a home that looks boring and cookie-cutter. Throw in something unexpected that speaks to you. Then throw in another of those things and another and another and pretty soon you’ll end up with a home that actually is your style – maybe you just don’t know what your style really is yet. I think of myself as very confident in my style, but I’m constantly stumbling across new things that I didn’t know I needed in my life.

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♡ Misc. Kokuyo Gang Headcanons ✧

Ken is averse to showers for multiple reasons, but one of them is because his body has adjusted to a very... sparse shower routine. Anything heavily scented irritates his nose, and many soaps will even give him rashes. He would rather die than to admit that he can only stand using unscented baby soap.

He sleeps better with something pressed against him, like a wall to his back, while hugging a pillow, or with his face in the crevice of the couch. It might stem from him growing up sleeping in crowded accommodations… he would love one of those human-sized dog beds.

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Chikusa built his own signature weapons, and his hands are rather dexterous. Just think about all the yo-yo tricks he is capable of. He doesn’t enjoy using computers at all, the digital screen and blue light actually hurts his eyes, but his typing speed would be impressive if he had to use a keyboard. He learned to touch type fairly quickly and has good hand-eye coordination.

He enjoys working with rubik’s cubes and has gotten really good at it. He has red-green colourblindness, and he really didn’t like asking people for the difference between “this shade and that shade” when it came to the cheap cubes with stickers and paint that would chip and peel off. One day, he will get himself a nice colorblind-friendly cube, but he hates splurging so he just copes for now.

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M.M. is quite extroverted and loves to pick people’s brains. She especially loves dressing up in her best outfits to go to jazz bars and gather all sorts of intel (and coins) from the patrons there. It has a mix of her favourite things: dancing, a classy atmosphere, rich people that she can chat up to charm their wallets open, and she occasionally actually plays her clarinet for people.

She doesn’t like the way that Fran speaks French and finds his regional accent atrocious. To that, he speaks French just to annoy her, even when she replies in Italian or Japanese as a way to say “that’s enough, please use literally any other language that we both know please.”

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Chrome has befriended the local stray cat colony and a murder of crows. They all leave little gifts on the doorstep for her, ranging from small coins to dead mice. She gets more than a little flustered at the latter but understands that it’s just in their nature.

She is not an adventurous eater and has her safe foods that she will turn to just to curb her hunger. She used to run purely on being in survival mode but has since learned to keep snacks in her bag just in case. The few things that she does make for herself, she has gotten really good at.

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Fran tends to zone out, and usually no one can tell because his face looks exactly the same as when he’s completely present and aware of the current moment. The only way you can tell is that sometimes, at the end of a mission debrief, his eyebrows raise slightly, and that’s him realizing that he absolutely wasn’t listening and has no idea what they’re doing now.

When it comes to social deduction games, he’s the best one out of the gang. Mukuro used to be the reigning champion of Kokuyo gang board game nights, until Fran came along.

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Mukuro enjoys browsing vintage and oddity stores and collecting unique jewelry. He has pieces that incorporate teeth, bones, furs, and hides of various animals.

He’s fairly adventurous in almost every aspect of the human experience and is open to trying any food at least once (granted it doesn't.. kill him, but he’d probably find a way to come back from it anyway), trying different crafts, and consuming different media. However, he’s learned that he doesn’t particularly enjoy most craft-related hobbies, and rarely has the free time to read or watch anything to the end unless it’s fairly short (but he would tear through a good book if given some leisure time).

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Chrome, Fran, and Mukuro all run cold. They’re the ones always turning the heat up in their shared spaces, while Ken, Chikusa, and M.M. complain about it being too hot and to mind the energy bill.

A Trip to Hogsmeade

After a particularly long and grueling mission, Laswell manages to secure a month long leave for the 141, as well as Alejandro, and König. Of course, they were happy to hear that they’d have a long time to unwind, but they didn’t know how to occupy that much time! They’re soldiers, they’re not used to having that much free time. As for you, you kept on top of your studies, so you had a few days free to offer a great way to start their leave: a trip to Hogmeade, the only all-wizarding village in Scotland! Naturally, they were excited to not only see more of the Wizarding World, but also to spend more time with you! What could be better?

Price

He was blown away at the sight of everything. Seriously, it’s like going back in the past with all these stone buildings! This man would seriously nerd out over the history of the village.

“This place served as the wizards’ headquarters during the Goblin Rebellion. Wait, you guys have goblins?”

He loves the Three Broomsticks. He loves a good pint and he’s been to A LOT of sketchy bars and powered through them for the sake of good beer, but the smell of goats that’s synonymous with the Hog’s Head is where he draws the line. “No beer in the world is good enough to stand that smell.” Plus, the butterbeer is absolutely delicious.

Also, he loves the Three Broomsticks because it’s very welcoming. He sees his boys enjoying themselves, laughing, and cutting up, it warms his weary heart. They get dirty so the rest of the world can stay clean, but it’s hard to keep fighting when it seems like all there is to life is the mission and the only thing to look forward to is death. Here, they’re not soldiers, they’re just men having a good time.

When it’s time to leave, he brings back half a dozen barrels of butterbeer for him to take home. He can get a good pint anywhere back home, but the best butterbeer is only found at the Three Broomsticks. You also bought him a quick-quotes quill from Scrivenshaft’s Quill Shop so he can write reports and paperwork without having to do any writing. The face he made when you told him made your heart skip a beat. But, his most important souvenir is a group picture taken back at the Three Broomsticks; it’s enchanted, so it’s like a moment of time captured within a frame. He keeps it on his desk at all times.

Gaz

He looks like a kid in a candy store when you arrived at Hogsmeade. “Everyone here is a wizard?” He looks at every store you pass by with fascination.

Also, speaking of being in a candy store, he absolutely loses his mind when you show him Honeydukes. Like, the minute you walk through the door, his jaw literally drops to the floor. The sight of candy packed into every corner of the store nearly sends him into a coma.

He sees the dozens of boxes of chocolate frogs for sale and he gives you the most irresistible puppy dog eyes you’ve ever seen. You buy as many boxes he can carry so he try to complete his collection.

He also loves the Sprintwitches Sporting Needs store. He fell in love with a Thunderbolt VII that was on display and exchanged all the money he had for the galleons needed for you to buy it. Despite him saying it was yours, you told him that your money bought it, so it was his to keep and whenever he wanted to go for a ride, you would drop everything so he could fly on it. He keeps it proudly displayed in his room back on base, above his bed. Soap is totally jealous.

When you leave, he has dozens of chocolate frogs, sugar quills, a gallon of rocky road no-melt ice cream, and the Thunderbolt VII, which is the best souvenir.

Ghost

“So, an all-wizarding village? Impressive.” On the outside, he keeps his usual indifferent attitude, but on the inside, he’s excited. An entire village full of magic.

While Price avoids the Hog’s Head, he heads straight into it and orders a firewhisky, loving the unique burning sensation that comes as it hits the back of his throat. You try to convince him to leave since the smell is strong enough to be smelled from the outside, but he just shrugs and keeps drinking.

He later asks if there’s anything you can do to get the smell out of his clothes and cast several spells that make the smell disappear and he thanks you.

He later gets kicked out when he breaks a witch’s hand after she called you a Mudblood. Aberforth kicks him out to appease his other customers, but gives him an approving nod and a few bottles. He later joins the rest of you at the Three Broomsticks, deflecting all Soap’s questions for leaving. “Price needs help babysitting you idiots. And Merlin’s too young to be a chaperone.”

He honestly couldn’t care less about souvenirs. Sure, the free bottles of firewhisky are great, but he wasn’t looking for useless trinkets to have to drag back home. Of course, you couldn’t let him walk away with nothing and bought him a custom made balaclava that can not be torn by non-magically means. “That’ll save me a fortune on masks. Thanks, kid.” Under his mask, he’s blushing.

Soap

Come on, you know this guy lost his ever-loving mind when you arrived. Like, it took Price AND Ghost to restrain him. “Johnny, for fuck’s sake, people are staring!” “But that place is an owl post office, LT! Owl post office!”

Finally, after five minutes, he finally calmed down enough to be let go, but he was still so excited that he grabbed and dragged you to each shop and had you explained what it sold. “You have a wand shop here, too?! Can we go in?!”

When you showed him Madam Snelling’s Tress Emporium, he had his mohawk touched up. Of course, he couldn’t resist to have something magical done to it. He walked out with his hair charmed with a variation of Colovaria, allowing it to change colors on its own. Price and Ghost their heads while Gaz goes in to do the same thing.

You already know his favorite store is going to be Zonko’s Joke Shop. As soon as you tell him that there’s a store that sells magical prank and joke items, he has you show him the way, leaving the rest of your friends behind. If you thought he was bad when you first showed up, he somehow gets worse at Zonko’s. He spends a good hour in their, going over everything for sale before walking out with armfuls of dungbombs, frog spawn soap, and a nose-biting teacup he was going to give Laswell (you later bought two sneakoscopes to give to Price and Ghost to help avoid Soap’s tricks going too far. You also promise to take Soap to Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes for even more joke items.

Soap later finds out that his joke items are just as valuable in the field as they are off it. Enemies are easy pickings when they’re hacking away from the smell of a dungbomb, or it’s easy to sneak past guards when a bunch of frogs appear from out of nowhere.

He leaves Hogsmeade with so many joke items, it’s not even funny. He also helped himself to some candy from Honeydukes. Him and Gaz trade cards on the way home.

Alejandro

He’s awestruck when you arrive and Rudy has to bring him back to reality. “Dios mio. This village is amazing…”

He’s ecstatic like Soap, but he’s refined like Ghost; he keeps his excitement under control. He follows you down each street and listens to what you say, and if he asks questions if he has them. “And here we are at the Hogsmeade Post Office. Here, people can send and receive mail and packages via owls.” “Can you send mail anywhere using owls?” “Yes, magical owls are able to send mail to anywhere in the world.”

Him and Rudy go crazy at Honeydukes. Growing up, they didn’t have the chance to get candy whenever they wanted like their friends, so now they have the opportunity to get as much candy as they want. Alejandro’s favorite candy is the Fizzing Whizzbees, he loves to feel lighter than air for a few minutes while Rudy is crazy about no-melt ice cream; seriously, he gets triple scoops of different flavors.

They would pop into the Hog’s Head, but just long enough to buy a bottle of firewhisky to take home. After they have the bottle, they leave. “That smell… it’s not of this world…” After that, they’ll spend the rest of the trip at the Three Brromsticks

They would take home the bottle of firewhisky, several types of candy from Honeydukes, a few hiccouch sweets from Zonko’s, and a barrel of butterbeer, but that was Rudy’s decision. “Rudy, hermano, we don’t have the room for it…” “We’re make the room, damn it! Just, help me roll it…” You help by casting Reducio to make the barrel small enough to be put in a pocket.

König

This man was a bit overwhelmed when you first arrived, and understandably so. You talk him down from his mini panic attack, give him a calming drought you packed just in case, and gently led him down the streets. “Thank you, maus. This village is quite nice.”

If you decide to use this trip to stock up on your potion ingredients, he’ll 1000% carry the basket you fill up. He also loves it when you explain what each ingredient is and what it’s used for. Also asks if he can brew a potion by himself. Please let him, he’ll do a good job, he swears.

I can see him choosing Madam Puddifoot’s Tea Shop as his favorite shop in Hogsmeade. It’s away from the noisiest part of the village, it has a very calming atmosphere inside, and the tea is absolutely delicious. His favorite is a tea that’s enchanted to show the drinker’s happiest memory after a single sip. His is when he first joined KorTag and met Horangi, his best friend and the only one who believed he could become a sniper.

Of course, you had to tell him that the tea shop was known for being a popular place for dates. Fortunately, he wore his hood and it hid the nuclear red blush that covered his face. “A date! I mean, I would love to go on a date with you, maus! If we were dating! And I would be honored if you wanted to date me!”

After the incident, he starts to have daydreams about going on a date with you…

When it’s time to go home, he has a fancy teacup and several bags of that “memory tea” from the tea shop, a few pumpkin pasties from Honeydukes, and a collapsible cauldron from Ceridwen’s Cauldron so you can teach him how to brew his own calming drought.

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Hi digs!!!!! Thank you ♥ ♥

38: a soap bar that smells good? Only one! A cruel question! I defy it! Lush has Honey I Washed The Kids, which is sweet and kinda creamy and amazing, and lately I make my laundry detergent with Yardley London lemon verbena, sharp and clean and just a little herbal, and this Desert Rain soap from Navajo Soaps really does smell like rain in the desert, incredibly refreshing, and Coyoteprince's store isn't open at the moment but their Full Moon soap is amazing, unique and complex in a way that makes me sniff it over and over again, and my best-beloved zomgsmells is closed down now but their Jaeger #1, Pirate Queen On-Duty, and most of all Marmalade Tabby (I can't find a listing in my quick search, but it was sweet cream + fur + soft citrus, as might be expected) were for years my absolute favorites not just in soaps but also perfumes.

42: an app you frequently use besides this godforsaken site? Moon+ Reader is most used on my phone, with Merge Dragons close behind. There's not a lot else on my phone, actually. Possibly because there are, uh, it says over four thousand files in my Moon+ Reader library. My phone is...pretty constantly out of space. Sometimes I go through it in file-sorter mode and delete the covers off all the book files to make more room. For more new book files. Not on my phone, I use foobar2000 to play music (and calibre for the uh. for the ebooks. yeah. I'm not looking at how many are in there)

49: can you skip rocks? I cannot :( My brother shows me how over and over and I never get better. I'm good at finding rocks that he's good at skipping, though. :(

Rambling thoughts about capitalism

Okay so i love playing cozy games even if the concepts are usually out of this world. I'm talking run of the mill "[insert family member] died/is dying you have to come back to their home/farm to pick up the mantle and oh yeah you have to get pretty much all of your raw materials and produce yourself"

Now obviously in the real world that's ridiculous I can't just pick up a pick ax and a helmet and go mine my own iron these days (nor should I!) But it has got me thinking recently about appreciating the basics

Especially as I've been (re)playing my time at portia to wind my mind down recently. I won't go into specifics bc its not my point but you basically come to this town with almost nothing and you have to claw your way into being the best. Pretty standard.

One of the things that stuck me recently as the cyclical nature of some of this stuff. I have to pay a couple hundred to go into the cheapest mine to find relics of the old word and ore that I can turn into usable bars and then into machines and products and things. I then sell them or accept commissions to be able to keep affording the mine and keep building more contraptions.

And yet? Early on in the game the mayor talks about having no money to fund certain projects. Hello?? I am a people pleaser who likes Tasks sir, literally put me on a project and I will work for free access to more materials so i can work more.

And obviously this is not how real life works but some of these reoccurring themes I feel like could work. Like in one of the games there was a general store that had produce but I definitely made a surplus of food in that game so why did we need to rely on mainland crops when I absolutely could have made produce for the entire Island.

This is...long but essentially my point is why do we not live in smaller more self sustaining societies with horizontal leadership? There's not some angel in the sky that delivers our internet or tea or wine or soap etc. It's people. People who do the work,who make the thing,who transport the thing, who get it to the consumer, who consumes, who goes to work etc etc etc

Why do so many people do work that is not directly sustaining their society like im sorry but I don't need to know what jlo is doing but I will inevitably need a plumber. How do we have jobs that are that far removed from reality when people can't afford (EVIL WORD) or don't have access to basic necessities.

Like, even in the video game world you have to build on what you already have (some taking it to the extreme) so how did we get to the point where we live in a precarious tower of blocks with a toddler running full speed at us

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Cabinetry Ideas For Your Home

Whether you’re looking for new cabinetry ideas or simply updating your old furniture, there are a few things to keep in mind. Some of these ideas are for high-gloss finishes, open cabinets with small cubbies, fabric lining, repurposed furniture, and more.

Repurposed furniture

Among the many home improvement projects to consider is repurposed furniture. Not only does it save money, it adds style and flair to your home.

Repurposed furniture isn’t a new concept. You can find a number of websites online that will help you do your part for the environment while saving a few bucks in the process. The latest trend in home decorating involves re-purposing items found around your house. These make-overs can be as simple as refinishing an old dresser or converting an old cabinet into a wine rack. The best part is that you can find many items at second hand stores.

The best part is that you can choose to make money doing it or just enjoy the creative process. The repurposed furniture niche is growing by the day. A simple Google search will turn up hundreds of websites that will sell you the materials you need to get started.

High-gloss finishes

Choosing a high-gloss finish for cabinetry is a great way to bring a contemporary look to your home. This kind of finish is available in a variety of different colors and styles. They can make a small kitchen look much larger.

A high gloss finish also makes it easier to clean. This is because it allows light to reflect and create an illusion of open space. However, you should be aware that high gloss can show imperfections more clearly than other finishes.

To maintain a high gloss finish, you should use a mild dishwashing soap and a non-abrasive microfibre cloth to clean the surface. If you notice stubborn stains, use warm water and a soft sponge to wipe away the dirt.

In order to prevent water damage, you should choose high gloss cabinets that are made of solid acrylic. Acrylic kitchen cabinet doors are scratch-resistant and can’t twist or peel.

All-black finishes

Having all-black cabinetry has never been more popular, and there are a ton of reasons for it. Black is not only a striking color, it can also add a sense of sophistication to any kitchen. With the right colors and finishes, you can create a bold statement wall or pair it with white cabinets to create a unified look. It’s also a good idea to have light colored flooring to contrast with your black cabinets.

Black cabinets also pair well with other black elements. You can also mix them with other colors to add some visual variety. The right hardware can complement your black cabinetry. You can also try using a woven rattan pendant light to add a little bit of character. Black seating, such as bar stools, can also be a great way to tie your all-black kitchen together.

Open cabinets with small cubbies

Adding open cabinets with small cubbies to your home can improve your space’s appearance. This can help you organize your kitchen and avoid clutter.

A cubby-like look is best achieved with cabinets that are free from plywood on the inside. In fact, if you can’t afford plywood, you can simply use vertical pieces of wood to achieve the look.

A tall storage cubby is useful if you have uniformly shaped objects to store. They are also easy to access and add a sense of order to your kitchen.

Cubbies can also be made from a variety of materials. For instance, you can make cubbies out of a variety of woods, including pine and laminated pine. You can also paint your cubbies to match your existing cabinetry or use stain.

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Frequently Asked Questions

Should I leave my home during the kitchen remodeling?

If you love to eat takeout, you don’t have to leave. However, if your children or pets are young or have special needs, you may want to consider living at a family member’s home or staying with a friend during renovations. This way, you won’t have to worry about them being in the way or getting hurt. Additionally, you will have a better chance of keeping your sanity by not having to deal with construction noise and dust every day. When you’re ready to move, ask your contractor for a written estimate. This will allow you to plan your move around their schedule.

How can I determine my budget for a kitchen remodel?

You can use the following guidelines to help you figure out your budget:

Begin by estimating the cost for materials required to remodel. These materials include countertops.

Research the average cost of labor in your area. Add this to your total budget.

Add the total cost of all materials and labor to complete your project. Divide that number by the square footage of your kitchen. This calculates the cost per square inch.

Subtract any savings you anticipate from doing some work yourself or buying materials at a discount.

To cover unanticipated costs, include a contingency amount of 10-20%.

These are estimates only. To get a more accurate idea of your kitchen to remodel budget, consult a professional contractor.

These guidelines will help to create a budget plan for your kitchen renovation. Your actual costs can vary depending upon the materials you select, the scope of the project, and other factors.

Which kitchen layout is the most efficient?

If you have sufficient space, an L shaped kitchen with an isolating island is the best.

What are the four main kitchen layouts?

The four basic kitchen layout plans include L-shaped, U-shaped, T-shaped, and open-concept kitchens. These designs will depend on the area and number of appliances. It would help if you considered these different kitchen layouts to create a functional kitchen design for your home.

L-Shaped kitchen: This layout is extremely popular as it’s both efficient and customizable. It is great for small and medium-sized kitchens, as it doesn’t require much space. If you have the space, an island can be added to this layout.

U-Shaped Kitchen. Because it has many storage options and counter space, the U-shaped kitchen works well in medium to large kitchens. This layout can also be customized with an islands, but they are not required.

T-Shaped Kitchen: A T-shaped kitchen is an excellent option for large kitchens because it offers a lot of counter space. This layout can be customized with an island, but it’s unnecessary.

Open-Concept Kitchen: This kitchen design is ideal for large spaces or homes that want an open, airy feeling. This layout does not have any walls and boundaries. It’s great for entertaining.

How can you not regret your kitchen remodeling?

Remain patient. Renovations take time.

Your daily life will be significantly affected by a kitchen renovation. It is important to do your research so that you are fully prepared before you embark on the renovation. This comprehensive guide will help to avoid regrets in your kitchen renovation.

Consider your lifestyle first.

Choose suitable materials according to your goals and budget.

It is important to choose the right countertop that will be easy to clean and maintain.

Choose the right appliance in terms of size and style.

Find the perfect backsplash for you.

Take a look inside your cabinets and walls.

Throughout the process, communicate with your contractor or kitchen designer.

Make your storage options adaptable to your appliance and gadgets

Don’t get your lighting lightly.

Don’t ignore kitchen ergonomics!

Don’t waste any space in your kitchen design.

Select the right cabinet color and finish.

You must plan before you can commit.

Hiring the right people is key to the success of your job.

Do not forget to place your garbage.

Are you able to put flooring underneath kitchen appliances?

Flooring under kitchen appliances is an important consideration. This will ensure your countertop is at the right counter height.

Vancouver’s climate is white-colored kitchens an option?

Vancouver homeowners love white kitchens because they bring light into the space and give it a modern feel. To add warmth and natural elements to your space, because we don’t get much sun in Metro Vancouver, it’s best to incorporate wood or other natural elements.

Statistics

Followed by cabinet cost, labour, and appliance costs consume 20 percent each of your budget. (hgtv.com)

“We decided to strip and refinish our kitchen cabinets during a heat wave with 90-plus-degree temperatures and 90 percent humidity in a house with no air conditioning. (familyhandyman.com)

According to Burgin, some hinges have this feature built-in, but it’s an add-on cost for other models of about $5 retail, adding up to $350 to $500 for an entire kitchen, depending on size. (hgtv.com)

Experts also recommend setting aside 20 percent of your budget for surprises, including unpleasant demolition discoveries. One is water damage, the electricity that is not up to code, or other budget-spiking gotchas. (hgtv.com)

In large firms, the commission charged by the GC ranges from 15 to 25 percent of the total job cost. (thespruce.com)

External Links

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Cost vs. Value 2021

Cost vs. Value Project: Minor Kitchen Remodel

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Dos and Don’ts From a First-Time DIY Subway Tile Backsplash Install

Create an Open, Craftsman-Style Kitchen (DIY)

hgtv.com

Choosing Kitchen Appliances | HGTV

HGTV – Creating a Kitchen for Entertaining

homeadvisor.com

How much does it cost to remodel a kitchen? Compose: SEO

How much does a kitchen remodeling project increase the home’s market value? – HomeAdvisor

How To

How to design the kitchen layout

There’s no perfect kitchen layout, but specific layouts work better for specific spaces. Here are some tips on how to design a kitchen layout that will work best for your space:

Start with the essentials. The first step in determining what you have in your kitchen is to decide what can be sacrificed. For example, you may not need a large stove or oven if you don’t cook much.

Take into account the traffic flow. The second step is to consider how you and your family use the kitchen and how traffic flows through the space. You’ll want to ensure enough room to move around freely without bumping into each other.

Maximize storage. The third step involves maximising storage space in your kitchen. This applies to both cookware and food storage. It’s important that everything is organized and accessible easily.

Integrate your style. Incorporating your style into your kitchen layout is the fourth step. This covers everything from the cabinets and countertops, to the flooring and appliances. Select materials and finishes that best reflect your taste.

Get in touch with a professional. A professional kitchen designer is the fifth and final step. They can help you create a layout that meets all of your needs and works well within your space

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Y/n was sleeping over at Ethan’s for the first time. She had feelings for him for god knows how long, and the night he asked her out was probably the happiest she had ever been.

Their date had been unbelievable. Y/n felt as if time stopped and she was the only person on Earth along with Ethan, as cheesy as that may sound

When it started raining, they both hurried to his car and drove quickly to his place.

“God, I didn’t think the night would end like this.” Y/n chuckled, draining her hair in Ethan’s bathtub, while he was brushing his teeth next to her.

“You can sleep in one of my shirts.” Ethan mumbled, almost choking on the tooth paste

“What?”

“I said” he spit out all the paste and rinsed his mouth “you can sleep in one of my shirts.”

Y/n’s heart skipped a bit and she blushed a bit at his suggestion, before nodding sheepishly and putting her hair in a bun.

Ethan chuckled and muttered a few words Y/n didn’t quite catch, before leaving the room.

In a few moments, he came back with a large t-shirt. It was burgundy and had a logo in the middle. Ethan gave it to Y/n and left her alone to change

That night she had fallen asleep in his warm embrace, listening to the rain drops hit the windows

She felt as if it was a dream come true, and the only thought on her mind was Ethan

Luckily for her, Ethan felt the exact same way

He held her close all night, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck, and dreamed of her

Ethan woke up to a slap. He opened his eyes grumpily and looked for the source of pain, only to see Y/n turned away from him, in that position all girls sleep in; the one where they have a leg up and they’re on their stomach

That’s when he saw that Y/n had started her period

There was a large, red stain seeping through her underwear and another few spots on the bedding

Damn, he shouldn’t have put on white ones

Stretching a bit and getting out of bed, he started to think about what he could do.

He didn’t know how much Y/n trusted him or how she would react to this, so the two smartest choices that he had were to either wake her up and tell her what happened, or prepare everything for when se would wake up

Eventually, he decided going for the latter.

Heading to the living room and grabbing his keys , he got in the car and drove to the nearest pharmacy around.

The man was walking down the unbearably white aisles of the pharmacy, looking for some ibuprofen and tampons

He really didn’t know what type Y/n used, and he wasn’t about to be like that dude on TikTok who asked his girlfriend what size pussy she was, so he took 4 types

Maybe different colors would mean something…or maybe scent?

He made a mental reminder to ask Y/n if they had any flavors

After searching forever, he ended up having a kilogram of pads, three types of sheet masks and a new lotion, but no pain medication

They must have been hidden

Eventually giving up, he went to the cashier and placed all the products on the register

“Tough times with the lady?” The woman asked, sending him an all-too knowing smirk

“I hope not. Speaking of which, do you happen to have any pain medication?”

Ethan left the store smirking, having received a 20% discount for being “so cute”, and he also got a small chapstick as a gift

His next stop was the grocery shop

He already knew what he needed, so the trip would be easy; Twix, KitKat, Puffy Cheetos, Aloe Drink, and A LOT of Chocolate milk

It didn’t take long for him to find everything, so he wondered around the shop for a little longer, picking up a few more things

Y/n was startled awake by some people screaming outside

She jumped out of bed and hurried to the window, only to see that they were a group of friends who were just pranking one another

She groaned and pressed a hand to her stomach, feeling a painful hotness around the area

Looking back at the bed, her heart stopped in her chest as she saw that there was a trail of blood behind her

Oh gods, her period came in the worst moment possible. Did Ethan see? Did he run away out of disgust?

She paced around the room nervously, thinking of what to do, yet ignoring the sound of running water coming from the bathroom

She shrieked when she heard a knock on the door and tried to hide the bloodied sheets as well as she could.

“Cara mia, are you awake?” Ethan’s soft voice was muffled by the door, which only made Y/n feel worse.

“No?”

She heard Ethan chuckle before seeing him enter the room. He seemed to have a reassuring look on his face, but Y/n could tell there was some pity in there too.

“Wanna come with me?” He asked her softly, taking her silky hand in his and leading her to the bathroom before she could answer

Y/n watched as he opened the door to the bathroom and led her inside. The shower was running and there were some clothes on the counter

“Get in the shower. I’ll take care of everything else.” He said, looking at Y/n so softly that her heart exploded and she burst into a fit of tears

His armed were around her in a second, comforting her as best as he could, but he truly did not know the reason why she was crying

“Baby, is everything all right? Why are you crying?” He asked her, worry written all over his face.

“Im sorry…I’m just” she sniffled a bit, shedding a few more tears, “no one ever took care of me when I was on my period and you’re being so fucking sweet and I ruined your sheets and everything is wrong and my stomach hurts and FUCK why did It have to come now we could have-“

“Woah, woah, woah, take a deep breath, dolcezza. Like that, just relax.” He interrupted her ramblings, wiping the tears off her face.

“It’s okay. Don’t worry about the sheets. I’ll clean them later. We can just stay in bed all day and relax. How does that sound?”

Y/n nodded slightly against his shoulder, pulling herself away and wiping her face.

“Okay.” Her voice was still raspy, and she looked at the shower. At that moment, washing her entire body felt like an unbelievably long and exhausting process. She slumped her shoulders at the thought of it and puffed.

“Let me wash you. It’ll go by quicker.”

Y/n nodded and started taking her clothes off, too exhausted to care about Ethan’s red face. Even though he had offered, he couldn’t help but think about other circumstances in which he would get in a shower with Y/n.

Regardless, it was not the time for such things.

Once she was inside, he grabbed the shampoo and squirted some in his hand, thinking of a way to lather it on Y/n without getting wet.

“Now how are you gonna do that without ending up in the shower too, Mr Edgar?” Y/n teased, letting her head fall back as the warm water glided down her body.

While trying to find a solution, Ethan’s gaze fell on the floor, which was now filled with blood.

“Y/n are you alright?” His tone instantly changed, now being extremely worried about how much blood came out of her.

“Yeah. Why?” She followed his gaze to the ground, seeing what he was staring at. She let out a low laugh before grabbing the bottle from Ethan.

“It’s creepy, I know. You don’t have to wash me.”

“No. I said I would help and I want to. Do you mind if I join in?” He asked sheepishly, concerned about crossing any boundaries with the girl.

“Whatever floats your boat.”

The man nodded, getting out and taking his clothes off. He placed them neatly next to Y/n’s, then got back in the shower.

Y/n was facing the wall, so Ethan pressed a soft kiss to her neck from behind her.

“I bought some goodies too.”

Y/n just hummed in response, leaning against Ethan. His hands instinctively went to her shoulders and started massaging them, earning a few whimpers from Y/n

“I can give you a massage later…”

“Absolutely.”

They both chuckled a bit, before Ethan got to actually cleaning Y/n. He softly lathered the soap all over her body, letting the water wash away the bubbles.

“Okay…I’m gonna leave you alone now, considering that I don’t know how to put on a tampon.”

“Alright.” Y/n responded, blushing slightly from all the contact. She heard Ethan take a towel and dry himself off, before getting dressed and leaving.

Ethan was in the kitchen, his phone in front of him as he sat prompted against the counter

Now close your eyes, and with a deep breath, release all the pent up frustration inside of you

“Um, Ethan? You said you had food?”

The brunette jumped up and hurried to close his phone, blushing furiously as he turned towards Y/n.

“Yes, right it’s over th-“

“Were you meditating?”

“Maybe.”

“You were.” (The bitch was so horny he had to reset his mind)

“You said you wanted food.” He finally managed to switch the topic, as Y/n’s eyes lit up.

“Gimmie.” She stretched out her arms and closed her hands repetitively, beckoning for Ethan to give her the snacks.

“Alright, alright. I’ll grab a few more things and come. Just go in the bathroom and get in bed.”

Y/n pouted, but eventually followed Ethan’s instructions. She was surprised to see that he had changed the sheets and lit up a few candles. She smiled to herself before cuddling up under the blankets.

Soon enough, Ethan entered the room with some snacks and drinks, a hot pouch and some medication.

“Here is some ibuprofen, if you have cramps, and a hot pouch.”

Y/n could have moaned in pleasure when she placed the hot object on her stomach, relieving a lot of the pain.

She gulped down the pills, cuddling into Ethan, who had an arm wrapped around her and another one massaging her butt.

He nuzzled into her neck, smiling a bit and breathing in her chocolatey scent.

“Squishy.” He joked, squeezing her butt, which made Y/n erupt in a mess of giggles.

She leaned over and grabbed a cereal bar, unwrapping it smoothly before shoving it down her throat.

“Thank you so much Ethan. I really don’t know how to tell you…no one has ever done this for me before.” She whispered, twirling a strand of his hair around her finger.

“I’ll always be here when you need me. Now you just need to sleep.”

“Okay…”

A/n: so i know this isn’t particularly a head canon, but the only way I can write is if my brain thinks im writing something short with bullet points, even though it would be a normal piece If I were to remove them😂

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All Good Things (Part One)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Synopsis: Rule one: No matter what stupid shit a ghost may do, you never, never let them know you can see them. And after only three days of dealing with the annoying specter haunting you that’s exactly what you did. So what do you do when you find out the ghost in your apartment isn’t really a ghost and that haunted touch starts to get a little more heated?

Warnings: language, witchy reader, ghost Bucky, enemies to friends to lovers, slow burn, memory loss, blood magic

Word Count: 2,859

A/N: Here it is the first part of my ghost Bucky limited series. I’m super nervous about posting this since the desire to write it came on a whim the other day. I want to thank everyone who encouraged me to write it since this was such a fun one to play with.

Read All Good Things 

Closing your eyes in relaxation you rubbed the shampoo into your scalp, letting the suds cleanse away the hours of fitful sleep with the satisfying slap of soap as it washed down the drain. A good shower is just what you needed after tossing and turning all night long as the now familiar unease slithered down your spine and settled unnervingly in your belly.

Swallowing hard you shook the feeling away, you’d just have to go through boxes today one by one until you found it. Just one more day of putting up with it and then you’d be free.

In that very moment the whistling started again and you froze behind the shower curtain. Your eyes snapping open in irritation and gritting your teeth, hand reflexively squeezing the bar of soap in sheer rage and annoyance.

The high pitched crooning of Judy Garland’s classic song, Somewhere Over The Rainbow, echoed in the tiny room bouncing off of tiles and shattering what little relaxation you’d achieved. 

Over the last three days you’d tried your best to ignore the garish whistling attempts. God’s you’d tried to ignore it in the kitchen as you made breakfast, at night when you were just on the cusp of sleeping, hell you even managed to somehow ignore it while calmly reading. But this, this was the last straw.

Hand wrapping around the shower curtain you ripped it open, your eyes meeting the pair of surprised ethereal blue ones of the man sitting cross-legged on your vanity. “Get the hell out of my bathroom,” you shrieked at him pointing a finger to the door.

His jaw fell slacked open, exclaiming as he leapt off the counter, your hairbrush falling beside him with a clatter. “Holy shit!”

Annoyed you snarled again, pointing at the closed bathroom door, “I said get out!”

“Holy shit!” He said again, seemingly frozen in place blinking at your naked form still covered with soap.

“Damnit get out!”

“You can see me?!”

“OUT!”

Holding his hands up in a placating way, he backed up into the door his semi-transparent body phasing through the wood like it was nothing. The moment he was gone you sighed heavily. Fuck. This wasn’t good. This wasn’t good at all.

Slamming the drawer closed in your bedroom you cursed to yourself. How could you be so stupid? Breaking rule number one when it came to specters was absolutely amateur hour and you weren’t a god damn amateur. 

Rule one: No matter what stupid shit a ghost may do, you never, never let them know you can see them.

If you want them to go away that is.

“Fuck,” you muttered, resting your forehead in your hand as you tried not to panic. Okay, first things first. Find out where he came from. A few new buys had just come into the store downstairs, so he has to be tied to something down there. Who said running an antique business was easy, clearly couldn’t see spirits and didn’t know the first thing about being a witch.

Glancing out the door of your bedroom you were surprised he actually wasn’t hovering over you right now. Not that ghosts hovered like they did in the movies. They were actually bound by regular human constructs of thought, so they walked on the ground. But ever since you’d first saw him a few days ago he hadn’t been too far away from you.

Ghosts were lonely things after all.

Pausing at your door you sighed, jaw set in a firm frown as you caught sight of him peeking down the hall towards you. Clenching your fist you started towards you front door, brushing right past him intent on ignoring him again until you could get rid of him.

“H-hey wait,”  he called as you opened your front door, starting down the stairs. Calling for you the whole way, the sound of his bare feet slapping against the hardwood as he thundering down the steps behind you echoed in your ears. A sound you’d learned over the years was only audible to you. “Wait, talk to me please. I’m sorry about the bathroom, but please talk to me again.”

Growling as you rounded the bannister you pinned the man back with a firm gaze, his brow shooting up in surprise as you did. This was such a no-no in your family, anything seen as fraternizing with a spirit or ghost was heavily frowned upon for centuries. 

Ghosts were trouble. That’s why you always performed a cleansing spell with any objects or boxes you received.

He brushed past a pedestal with a vase on it, it wobbled as he walked past and you snarled at him, “Watch where you’re going please.” Muttering under your breath as you ducked into the backroom of your antiques shop, you started looking on the outside of boxes seeing your cleansing mark on all of the visible boxes and containers from the last three weeks.

“You can see me?” He asked again, pointing at himself as he stood at the threshold.

Snorting you rolled your eyes, opening a box that had the mark but was one of the newest ones, a shipment from an estate sale in Nantucket. “Yeah, I can see you. Stop standing in the doorway, why the hell your kind does that I’ll never know. It makes you all creepy as hell though.”

Jumping slightly he padded towards you, coming out of the doorway as he hurried closer to you, “You can hear me too?”

“Oh my gods,” you exclaimed, halting your rummage through the brown box marked fragile. “Yes. I can see you. Yes I can hear you. And,” your hand reached out, pushing against his translucent shoulder in annoyance. “I can even touch you. Something you won't have to worry about for too long because you’re not going to be here.”

Looking from box to box you were pretty sure that none of the ones in here held the object you were looking for. You were so occupied by looking around you didn’t see the look of hurt flash momentarily over his face, but his distress was obvious in the drop in temperature. “What does that mean exactly?”

Mumbling as you searched through the items as you looked for anything you hadn’t blessed, anything you might have forgotten to cleanse when it came in. “I’m going to find the thing you’re attached to, cleanse it, and send you on your merry way to the afterlife.”

“Afterlife?”

“Yes, the afterlife.” Sarcasm dripped from your voice, exasperation coloring every ounce of you having forgotten how inquisitive ghosts could be.

Picking up a Ming vase from inside one of the boxes you wrinkled your nose, this guy didn’t look like the type to have a Ming vase or even know what it was. Turning your back you pulled another box open and continued, “Usually, spirits like you just wander off or vanish when I do a cleanse on the objects I get in. If you’re tied to this world it's through either an object or a person, once it’s cleansed you, the spirit, moves on. But you’re here now so I must have missed something.”

“So I’m dead?” He asked, his long hair falling into his eyes as he came around the boxes, looking down at his hands in wonder. “Like I’m dead dead.”

“Dead is dead,” you muttered, switching boxes again and sighing as you looked around. Eyes darting from one brown box to another, seeing your marks on the outside. “These have all been marked, so I’ve cleansed all of these. Maybe it was something that someone brought in for sale?”

“You don't seem freaked out to see me though,” he stated, following you as you walked back towards the front sale room. “Do you see a lot of ghosts or something?”

“No not many,” you replied off handedly, coming around the counter that held your cash register, your fingers traced over the totes full of new arrival items. ”But I will say that there's not a lot of spirits walking around in gray sweats and wife beaters either.”

He ran a hand down his chest, looking at the clothes he was wearing lips turning down into a deep frown. “So how is it you can touch me if I can walk through stuff like doors?”

Ignoring him, you squatted down eyes scanned through the totes, seeing all items you remembered taking in yourself and cleansing as soon as you purchased them from walk in’s.

“Your mother ever tell you it's impolite to ignore someone?”

“Okay fine,” you relented with a heavy sigh throwing your hands up and smacking them against your thighs as you stood. “Fuck ghosts are so damn nosey. You get three more questions and this is going to count as one. I can touch you because as a witch I’m more attuned to that sort of thing, it’s hard to just explain but I’ve been this way since I was a kid.”

“You’ve seen ghosts since you were a kid!?”

“Is that one of your questions?”

He shook his head no, pinching his lips together, “Sorry I’ve just. I don't think I’ve talked to anyone in a while.”

Wincing you nodded your head, “Understandable, you are dead after all and people like me are rare. Even in the witch world. My skill is second only to the witch that trained me so right now I’m the best there is.” 

A mirthful sound bubbled up from him, shoulders shaking as he threw his head back with a laugh, “So modest. Pretty sure I’ve talked to someone like you on Coney Island once before, doll.” After his little statement, he looked confused for a moment as if the memory itself was strange in his mouth.

“Pretty sure a Coney Island fortune teller doesn’t actually know how to release a bound spirit,” you mused, looking away from him and pulling out the stack of totes you saw a cigar box laying on its side between the clear totes and the wall. Picking it up you opened it to a plethora of tangled necklaces, trinkets and buttons you didn’t recognize. You let out a triumphant ah ha. “Found it! Now just have to find what it is you’re attached to.”

“Is, is this going to hurt?” He asked, voice sounding small all of a sudden. His face turned ashen, even for a ghost you could see he’d paled slightly at the very thought. “Being cleansed I mean. Will it hurt?”

That made you pause, hands holding the box you avoided his piercing blue eyes and swallowed hard. “I’m not sure,” you said honestly, trying to give what you hoped was a reassuring smile to him. “Spirits don't really stick around to tell me about it. I wouldn’t think it hurts. More like feels like a release, like a free fall into warmth. Least that's what I think the afterlife feels like anyway.”

He nodded, a crease forming between his brows as he studied the floor before meeting your eyes again, “You’re a rare witch then, huh?”

“One of a kind.”

It was quiet between the two of you as you stood staring at one another. Clearing your throat your hands tapped the jewelry box, “I think it’s something in here. I don't recognize this box and I’m pretty sure that Sylvia brought it in while I was out. Give me your hand and we can find the specific item.”

He looked at your outstretched hand and wrinkled his nose, slapping his palm against your own with a playful smirk, “Gonna show me some kind of magic trick?”

The touch was cold, not unusual for a ghost, but you were surprised at the gentleness in his hand as he grasped your fingers, “Yeah, blood magic it’s powerful stuff so just hang onto your hat cause we’re gonna find some shit.”

A light laugh left him as he watched you reach down pulling out the receipt spindle from beside the cash register. 

Pricking your finger on the sharp top you winced as blood welled on the tip, dripping three drops of blood on the back of his hand you ignored the grimace of disgust on his face as you spoke, “Blood of my blood, answer to me; find that which ties thee. Mother moon, lend me your sight; stay the course to set things right, show me what I seek with your light!”

The blood droplets vanished slowly, absorbing into his transparent flesh as a soft glow emanated from the spot. A matching glow caught your eye beside you, dropping his hand rummaging through the makeshift jewelry box until you pulled out a metal beaded chain with two matching tags.

It was a set of dog tags, slightly rusted with age and time. Flipping them in your fingers you read the name aloud, “James B. Barnes. So this is it.”

“Um, is this supposed to happen?” His voice wavered behind you, sounding both panicked and unsure.

Turning back to him your eyes grew wide, he was glowing. Literally glowing! “Holy shit no! That’s not supposed to happen!”

“How do I make it stop?”

“I don't know, oh my gods you look like a glow stick!” Your hand gripped the tags as the light began to glow brighter and brighter from him. Just as your hand shot up to shield your eyes the ethereal light vanished.

Blinking heavily he was still standing in front of you, looking down at his arms and touching his own chest with a sigh of relief. “That was crazy,” he said with a half laugh. “I thought for sure I was a goner.”

Something wasn’t right though, it felt different. The air was almost warmer, the usual feeling of unease that had accompanied him these last few days was gone. He looked up at you with a weary smile, “What?”

Furrowing your brow you picked up a book from the counter and tossed it at him, “Catch.”

To your utter shock instead of passing through him the book hit his chest with a thump, his fingers scrambling to hold it in a firm grip. The two of you stood staring at one another in shock, his blue eyes drifted slowly to the book held in his left hand, “What the fu-”

The bell over the door tinkled, interrupting the moment between you and your personal ghost. Sylvia, your one and only employee, entered the shop humming an off key tune as she flipped the lights on. Pulling the headphones down and around her neck, her bohemian ensemble swaying softly around her as she picked at her blonde curly hair one last time before taking notice of you. 

The older woman smiled, “Good morning, boss! Got your usual coffee order right here, oh!”

Sylvia stopped in her tracks, snapping her gum twice as she looked at the man standing in front of you both up and down. “Well, hello there,” she greeted, turning her mischievous green eyes back to you. “I didn’t know you had company.”

“You can see him?”

“You can see me!”

Both of your astonished questions were shouted simultaneously and Silvia wrinkled her brow, looking between the two of you. “Yeah, was I not supposed to see him cause,” her eyes dragged up his body again. “Damn. I don't think I’m forgetting this any time soon.”

He sputtered a little, face turning red as a stop sign as you grabbed him by the arm, his now warm and very solid arm and began shoving him towards the staircase and back up to your apartment. “Thank you for the coffee Sylvia, I’ll be down shortly. Open up as normal.”

Sylvia waggled her fingers good bye at him as you pushed him up the stairs and into your apartment, slamming the door closed behind you pressing yourself up on the door. Heart hammering in your chest and a sickening ache in your gut. This wasn’t right, something wasn’t right.

The ghost, James, walked over to the mirror on your wall. Touching his own face as his reflection did the same, “What the hell? What the hell!”

You watched as he joyously started touching things in your apartment, the faux fur pillows and the blanket draped over your couch. The books on your coffee table, he even gently touched the leaves of the potted plant in your living room. “What the hell happened to me? How can she see me? How am I touching things now?”

His hand reached out, touching the beaded curtain hanging over the French doors leading to the terrace. The glass tinkling together as the morning light caught in the tiny crystals, reflecting in the room as small prisms. A laughing smile spread over his face, true joy wrinkling the corners of his eyes, “What does this mean?”

“It means, you’re not a ghost.”

His expression fell briefly, going stock still in your living room as all of the previous joy was sucked out of him, “If I’m not a ghost then what am I?”

You paused, brain trying to catch up with the events that just happened. “Something else.”

M&S trip pt2.

M&S shopping trip pt2.

Nanny made me crawl at her leg as I had been trained, crawling up the staircase my heart was pounding as was my head & face due to the rubber and vet wrap bindings, I also felt Nanny’s Golden nectar gift gurgling in my tummy ! I was now wishing that I had not skipped my breakfast, I felt the warm tiled floor realised that I was now in the toilet...

Nanny patted my rear “On your back on your changing mat Baby !”

I turned feeling for the mat, then rolled onto it, as I did the first strange voice spoke “Handies above your headie baby!” As I did someone stepped over my wrists ! With high heels pinning my arms !

As I felt my shoes & socks being removed, then my belt on my jeans was unfastened as my zipper came down someone else was tugging my jeans off !

To my complete embarrassment They started clapping !! As Nanny spoke to me ..”What a clever girlie Crybaby your in pink Fairy nappies ! You know they are Nanny’s absolute favourite.... Let’s get this stinky botty cleaned up So your all ready Baby !” She took my clear pvc pants off then undid the tapes pushing the mess off me, then used baby wipes to clean me up, I felt something cold on my tummy as Nanny told me to keep still...

She was cutting my Tee shirt off !

I was now completely naked apart from my hood, as the girl at my wrists stepped off Nanny took my hands “Up we come Baby let’s get you prepared Kneel ! ... handies behind your headie as I did I felt cream being put everywhere ! They were removing All my body hair. Next she stood me up putting me into the shower “Take a Deep Breath Baby ! She put a plastic bag over my head then tied a cord around it !

I jumped as the spray hit me jetting all over to remove the cream...

Nanny then pulled me from the shower putting in front of the toilet I had six enemas ! Deep cleaning ones as they mocked my pathetic whimpering over the cramps !... Next I was led to the bath it was lovely as they washed me with Nanny’s special strawberry soap, this was very strong & would last for a couple of day when she would bath me !

I was then taken out and towels fluffed all over me to dry me... I had really lstarted to relax in there care ... this was not so bad...

Nanny spoke first “Now Crybaby tell the girls.... Have you been naughty? (I muffled out a Ga’Ga) Yes madam indeed you have... Girls Crybaby has done the worst possible sin !” At this the girls spoke to me ...”Crybaby have you told Lies ? (Again I went Ga’Ga) Well well Madam ... What should Nanny do ? Punish You baby?” They laughed as I went “Ga’Ga”

Nanny suddenly smacked my rear Full force “ Fucking right we’re going to punish You Crybaby Pain Toy get on all fours You shit for Brains ! O’& crybaby you had best have cleaned my lime gift !” ...

I was lead to the spare room, then the blind fold was unstrapped from my head, the relief was so good but I could not see properly just blurry outlines as Nanny spoke..” Now Crybaby look at me ! Clever girlie baby Kneel up & present ! “

I did as she asked,  arching my back pushing my chest out with my arms behind me..as I did the two girls set about putting a posture collar on me that had a belt down my back this had three straps, they were now putting over my biceps, then my forearms then wrists. I then felt them tugging on bondage mittens the ball type having me make a fist to get them tightly on, as they both did this my vision was clearing & I could now see Nanny clearly she had on black leather jodhpurs with black riding boots over this was a white shirt, but that was not what had me concerned she had on a clear plastic apron it had full arms & came to her mid thighs, she also had her curly mouse brown hair up in a ponytail her face was stunning she had on severe red lipstick  💄her eyes were framed by severe looking eyebrows & eye makeup...

I try’d to plead with her looking at her welling up in the hope she would not be to wicked with me. But she kissed my forehead as the girls stood up behind me she stepped to the side.....

In front of me was a small wooden frame that looked like a sawhorse with an upper Y-frame that had a 2ft Wide sodden plank around 3”. Square this had nails in it a foot wide from the centre, they were only an inch apart ?

Nanny patted the frame “up you get Crybaby”....she guided me so my shins were on the planks at each side. The two girls started strapping my legs to the frame, at my ankles & calf’s...as they did Nanny pulled over a cart, on this was a oval tub with clear fluid in it, a pair of pliers a hammer & skin wipes...

Nanny looked very pleased with what was happening as the girls joined her, with a large orange bag ! Putting it down next to the table.

I could now see them both...Nanny spoke “Now Crybaby this is Aunty Dee”...this girl was around 5’7” slim built with jet black hair, she had on a nurses uniform in black and white a Victorian type with a white leather belt & white fishnet tights, she too had on red lipstick matching Nanny’s..she lent forward kissing my cheek...”lovely to finally meet you Crybaby Pain Toy”....

Nanny then introduced the other girl....”This Crybaby is Aunty Pea”...

She was dressed in the same black Victorian uniform as Aunty Dee...she was around 5’9” With a very athletic build, she had long red hair that fell over her shoulders as she smiled at me..”So your the famous Crybaby I have heard so much about...Ok let me explain why Aunty Dee & I Are here, we are both paramedic nurses..Nanny has asked us to monitor you today as She punishes You Crybaby So we can get the best from what Nanny has in store..So let’s get on Crybaby Lier !!”

They opened the orange bag it had a monitor inside with lots of leads coming from it they started putting monitor pads on me at my ankles arms & chest, once set up they put it on ! My vitals were now showing on the monitor!!!

Nanny that’s baby good to start...the two girls set a chair each side of the monitor watching both me & my vitals...Nanny lifted a pair of skin clamp scissors she spoke “Crybaby present & forward to the bar !”

She clamped my right nipple pulling it forward over the two nails the put the clamp down in front of the nails trapping my nipple pulled to full effect forwards ! She then lifted the pliers pulling something from the tray with the fluid, putting it over my nipple she lifted the hammer !!

I started muffling Goo’Goo ! Goo’Goo !!!...

But Nanny ignored this pushing the nail to my skin behind the nipple to the right, she struck it with the hammer pushing it in to the wood instantly! As she hit it two more times to embed it Deeper I squealed...But she took the clap off & set it to my left nipple pulling it to its same fate...Nanny lifted another nail from the fluid, pushed it to the right behind my nipple & hit it with the hammer ! A further two taps made sure it would not be easily removed.

Next she wiggled the two nails that were set as gates, with the pliers the both came out, she then di the other two...now my nipples were held firm by the nails ! Nanny got another nail setting it to my right nipple on the left this time ! A hard strike with the hammer & it was into the wood ! My left nipple got the same treatment....

I was now crying openly & shaking lightly...Nanny spoke to the girls “Crybaby asked me to put needles in her...So this is just a progression from that as Babies that tell LIES !! Need to learn to be completely Obedient !! Don’t we Crybaby !!”

Nanny lifted a plastic bag pulling it over my head she gathered it around my neck...”Yes Crybaby I know you didn’t want to do Breath play last time but am afraid this is All about Nanny’s Pleasure this time Pain Toy !!”...

Nanny lifted a black cock Chasity cage putting its base around my scrotum she took great pleasure in showing me the cock part it had two steel rings inside with a dead & black wire from each, the end had a long tube with a steel dome End this part was a urine tube, she lined the up pushing it All the way home ! Clicking the two half’s together. Aunty Dee handed her three wires that she plugged to the sides & top of the cage...the clear plastic body had my now squashed clittie fully restrained, next came a rubber ball holder this too had a steel cage inside the two separate orbs ! I squealed as she popped each ball past the rubber band at the neck of each orb painfully separating my balls !

Next she took a long metal rod.

She then asked Aunty Pea to hold my headie....pushingthe gag valve up at a 45deg angle she pushed the rod in turning it at the same time & then with drew it ...pushing the top of the rod a long bit of lime came out of the hollow inner of the Rod ! She then reinserted it ..I could now feel it at my tongue,agai she withdrew it reposted the valve & started over, until she had hollowed a slot down to my tongue !

Aunty Pea let my headie go as Nanny put a tube to the valve then to a small cylinder on the frame, she then put a small cup to the end of my cage, clipping a tube from the cylinder into the cup. Nanny now smiling at me Spoke this is a recycling pump, as you have been very naughty am going to have you recycle yourself Crybaby as I begin your punishment session.

She nodded to Aunty Dee who put on the electric to the cage sending small pulses to my cock & balls....then down my pee pee to my prostrate !

They all clapped as I started oozing into the cup ! Nanny then turned a small screw on the end of the cage tube & my urine started dripping into the cup mixing with my sticky fluid running from me !

But worse was to come the pump sprang into life and the mix slowly went up the tube to my waiting mouth....I could feel it oozing over my tongue, I started crying properly now...As Nanny kissed my cheek let’s punish you now Baby!”

She lifted a Double ballon Higgins tube covered in lub, going behind me She pushed it home inflated the inner & outer balloons tugging it hard to make sure it would Not come out ! Nanny hung up two bags on a stand above me on red one black...she opened the red one first I Again squealed as hot water entered my bowels !...”Now Crybaby girlie am going to belt your Naughty ass until you pass out then we will wake you up Sweetheart so Nanny can start again trust me Pain Toy You Are Going To Pass Out for Us !”

She picked up a thick leather belt around 6” Wide & two foot long with a wooden handle....with no warm up she swung it full force !

Naughty baby! Thwack !

Naughty Girlie  telling Fucking LIES ! Thwack !!

That’s a girlie Scream Crybaby !!! THWACK !!!!......

By six I was a blubbering wreak as the stimulations took there tool Aunty Pea Spoke To Nanny “Hold on Nanny Crybaby is being a clever girlie for us”

Nanny came around with the girls to watch the white seed oozing from the end of the cage into the cup then disappear up the tube to my mouth ! Nanny lent over turning the valve open more as a now steady flowing came out into the cup, they clapped as I gurgled swallowing down my own fluids !!

Aawww Crybaby am Afraid we are far from done cutie !”

Nanny picked up the Paddle...written along its length was the word “Crybaby Nighty’nights”....

The first swat jerked the frame ! As I screamed but only a muffled pathetic sound came as I tried to cry out while swallowing my own urine & cum mix ..!!!!

There clapping faded away as true to her word I fainted from the punishment !!!..

Nanny watched as I slumped frontwards Pea was first to speak “Holy shit Nanny that’s awesome! Ave never seen a man let alone a sissy baby passing out from a paddling ! Nanny smiled at them “Can you bring crybaby around am far from done with her yet ladies !” Dee chuckled “Fuck yes Nanny as so wet !”

The two girls took over working quickly they stopped the gag flow then gave him oxygen and gas mixture from a small rubbermask...with a special stimulant to have him slightly disoriented & much more receptive to emotional stress! The girls were very good at this as this was there “Thing causing emotional trauma mixed with hypnosis that brought about embedded reactions from key words the mor each word was used the Deeper the reaction... they would often keep a slave awake for up to 48hrs making the slave believe they had slept & days had passed ! The disorientation from sleep deprivation & day light deprivation would  bring complete collapse in there slave...

But this ? Nanny wanted to use crybaby for a 72hr session with stress, hypnosis, deprivation & medication induced anxiety trauma ! This was something they both wanted to try, Nanny had the perfect patient as she had already pushed this submissive Very close to the edge in the past....Sissy baby would take weeks to even come down perhaps even months of care....After All sissy had told “Lies”as every slave to a Dominant knows that comes at a price.... Crybaby was about to pay Nanny in Full !!....

Slowly crybaby opened her eyes....

“Hello sweetheart did we have a nice wee nap ? (Ga’Ga) That’s a clever girlie baby let’s get on with your punishment”

Nanny kissed sissy’s cheek “Be brave crybaby!”.... Nanny lifted the Belt ! As Aunty Pea opened the valve from the piss bag... fluid made its way to the gag....As crybaby started the relentless swallowing !

Nanny raised her arm but No at baby’s botty! Over her back !Goo’goo..GOO’’Goo !

Thwack ! The frame shook as crybaby squealed into the gag!

The red welt was almost instantaneous in raising itself for Nanny’s Pleasure ! By six Crybaby has a perfect X between her shoulders that baby would find out why Nanny had Punished Every part of baby Pain Toy ....Why she had been so very meticulous in each & Every stroke ! The tow girls watched as Crybaby again slumped into the frame

But not from passing out from surrender to the punishment metered out by her cruel Nanny !

Both Dee & Pea looked at each other as Nanny hung up the belt then spoke to them...

Dee was tingling All over & now very wet between the legs as Nanny Spoke..

“Crybaby that’s a good Baby so far but am afraid we’re just getting started Aunty Dee & Aunty Pea Are Going to prepare you now for a Very special Punishment we keep just for Very Naughty Babies Who Tell LIES ! Girls Crybaby is all yours would you both like a glass of wine ?

Aunty Pea was opening a small leather case inside were rows of needles & syringes with lots of clear packs inside each was a shiny steel ring or ball....Aunty Dee was also setting some type of device up that looked like a clear wine making jar with what looked like a pump on top of it this had a hook each side where coiled tubing was looped.....

“That would be lovely Nanny ....Could you also boil a full kettle & bring us the Special sauce Please Nanny!!” Nanny looked right at my sobbing eyes “Why yes ladies be my pleasure !” I had seen That look before something Very bad was about to happen as Nanny had that look in her eye twice before when she didn’t let me use my safe word &

Punished me far beyond what I could cope with.....each of the times I had Ended Up Crying What Nanny called her “Special TEARS”......

The Clark Kent Effect

Part Three

AN: Imma be honest, I’m not happy with this part. I feel like my brain isn’t entirely ready for writing yet, it’s still wired to argue cases so please bear with me as I get my shit together. I still wanted to give the people who follow this story something though (you have no idea how happy I am about every single one of you) and I sincerely hope that this is good enough, apologies if not :) 

Song: Catching Feelings - Drax Project (this will be a thing from now on)

Word Count: 4,6k 

Warnings: explicit language I’m pretty sure but thats it

Masterlist / Part One / Part Two

You felt foolish really. It was as if your entire life had turned into a soap opera overnight. You wouldn’t call yourself cynical by all means, you loved love and everything that came along with it far too much for that, but you would’ve at least described yourself as rational.

Up until now.

Up until now you’d been convinced that if people really wanted to, they would be together. Up until now you’d been a believer of where there’s a will, there will be a way - relationships that would classify as statutory rape excluded of course, age was a bit more than just a number in those cases - but you, you, you had been stopped by the Bro-Code, which was just absolutely ridiculous.

Imagine telling that to your parents: Hey mom, so I met this great guy but I can’t do anything about it because he’s friends with my ex. Your grandma would straight up laugh in your face if you told her, the badass bitch had married her former lover’s rich best friend after she’d gotten the news that her fiancé hadn’t survived the war. Without needing to call her you knew that she’d tell you to go for Mat in a second, no matter how much she’d adored Tito back then.

But you weren’t your grandma and Tito hadn’t died in a war so here you were, pining over a guy you couldn’t have and practically living out a tragic romance novel. Technically you didn’t even know if Tito would have anything negative to say about the entire situation, it may all be water under the bridge by now, but you also couldn’t just casually ask him without giving anything away.

The only good thing about this situation was that Tito had brought a great group of people along with him into your life. He’d always been good at making friends, that certainly hadn’t changed from when he was younger and since the two of you had hit it up again your friend groups had seemingly merged without issue. It sure made for an interesting dynamic. You’d had some explaining to do whenever you initiated someone new into a group that also included your ex, but the result was definitely worth it.

Spending time with Tito was just as easy as it used to be, back before feelings complicated everything. Somehow you’d managed to fall back into a completely platonic relationship, one that worked just as well when the two of you were alone as it did with others around.

You’d missed having him around the years before, his view on things and the way he’d always managed to make decisions easy by providing simple solutions.

Should you get a puppy right now? - No, your apartment is too small for a big dog right now and no, you also shouldn’t settle for a purse-sized dog because you’ve always wanted a big one since you were little.

Maybe a cat instead? - No, you are allergic to cats, don’t be stupid.

What about one of those naked ones? - Also no, you need to bathe those frequently because of the built up oils on their skin and you don’t even have a bathtub in your apartment.

(You really had to bathe those from time to time, you’d looked it up. Apparently they could still trigger allergies as well, which straight up sucked.)

Should we grab Thai or Chinese? – Chinese, you told me about this new place you wanted to try out like three days ago.

What can I do to stop this one coworker from belittling and making fun of me? - I’ll help you make her jealous, how about some courtside seats to watch the Nets since she likes basketball?

The last idea had actually come from Mat (since Tito didn’t know shit about basketball), who had also pulled some strings to get four tickets so you could attend the game with Dana, Tito and him. Mat had even taken some pictures of Dana and you in your jerseys and at the game so you could post about your night excessively on your social media, making sure that said co-worker would see it. They’d also given you a tour of the building and you were surprised to say that their locker didn’t smell as bad as you’d expected.

Said coworker hadn’t said anything ever since by the way, but you could still see her lurking on your Instagram.

For all the advice Tito provided you with, you still hadn’t asked him the one thing you needed an answer to:

Is Mat off limits?

But you couldn’t do that and therefore it somehow became a normal thing for Mat and you to walk on eggshells around each other after the “incident” at the bar.

From time to time there were moments that made it blatantly obvious how good things could be – the time he’d excitedly side hugged-you after the Nets turned the game that one night before realizing what he’d just done and quickly letting go, how he’d found you in the crowd and looked straight at you after scoring a goal at one of his games before being swept away by his teammates or simply how you could see him looking around until he found you whenever your group met up – but they never lasted more than a few seconds.

The two of you were stuck, neither of you wanting to hurt Tito’s feelings. At least with your big group moments with Mat alone were rare. They still happened from time to time though, especially since the majority of your friends wasn’t even aware of your dilemma, which was why you found yourself in the passenger seat of his car on a Friday night.

Emily’s boyfriend Rafael had finally returned from a two-month-long work trip to Spain and was dead set on making an authentic recipe he’d been taught over there for everyone. Unfortunately he’d made the mistake of putting Emily in charge of getting the needed groceries and in true Emily fashion she’d forgotten to buy tomatoes. Something neither of them had noticed until Rafael had wanted to start cooking as soon as everyone arrived at their place. Maybe Emily had done it on purpose or maybe she hadn’t been thinking properly in that moment, too caught up in the fact that her lover was with her again, but she’d tasked Mat and you with a last-minute errand run to the store.

You couödn’t stop yourself from checking out the wine aisle though, leaving him waiting behind, dutifully holding a bag of fresh tomatoes and checking his phone while you inspected the options. Rafael had asked you to bring some wine as well but the one he’d requested was apparently out of stock.

“Barzal”, you called for his attention, inspecting a label to try and figure out if it was a suitable replacement, “you think Rafael would like this one?”

As you turned around with the bottle in your hand you were taken by surprise by Mat’s proximity. You hadn’t even noticed how close he’d moved until now and for a couple of seconds you were caught up in your daydreams again. He seemed to struggle with the same thing, his pupils blown and his breathing growing uneven while the two of you just stared at each other. His lips were so close and so incredibly inviting, his mouth slightly agape.

If I leaned up on my tippy toes right now I could-

You quickly stopped yourself from finishing that thought, looking down so you had a couple of seconds to gather your thoughts, thoughts Mat seemed to infiltrate constantly. By the time you dared to look up again he was running his hand across his face in frustration before slowly breathing out and returning to his cool and collected regular self.

“I’m the wrong person to ask this, he was drinking some red wine earlier and the one you picked out is obviously red but that’s about it. Wine culture is definitely lost on me, sorry. I prefer beer.”

“Stereotypical hockey player through and through, I see.” Later on you’d tell yourself that the smirk that followed made your brain short-circuit, because there was no other way to explain why you’d keep on flirting otherwise.

“Maybe one day I’ll teach you, only if you’re nice to me though”, you teased, maybe in an effort to take control over the situation, maybe because you simply couldn’t stop yourself but his laugh made your heart soar for one second, until you remembered why this shouldn’t be happening.

Maybe you simply were an undiscovered masochist because even though you knew you should stay away from him you kept finding yourself in situations like this one way too many times. Deciding that you’d simply drink the wine by yourself if anyone had an issue with it - drowning your sorrows seemed like a great idea either way right now - you handed him a second bottle before moving to leave the aisle and in turn his personal space.

Making eye contact with Colin standing a couple of meters away from you got you to do a full 180 though, almost smacking into Mat in the process, who had obviously followed you towards the cashiers.

What was it with Mat and you?!

While a collision was thankfully avoided, Colin’s presence could cause other problems, since he hadn’t exactly appreciated you breaking off things over a month ago. Because you hadn’t known him for long it had taken you longer than you liked to admit to realize that he was a manipulative bastard, you weren’t proud of that, and you had no idea how he’d act right now.

“What’s wrong?”

“My ex is over there and I don’t want to talk to him. Is he walking in our direction?”

Mat lifted his concerned glance from you to look over your shoulder so he could be on the lookout.

“If he’s the one wearing a Gucci hoodie that is so obviously fake then yes, he is walking in our direction.”

You let out a snort at the casual burn but you weren’t too happy about having to face Colin right now. He hadn’t even crossed your mind in these past few weeks but for him to cross paths with you while you were with Mat of all people seemed to be yet another one of these odd twists of fate your life seemed to attract lately. Maybe your guardian angel had decided to start a meth lab instead sometime recently, there was no other way to explain what was going on instead.

“Uh.. you look good, don’t worry, he’s definitely the one that missed out. Do- do you want me to pretend to be your boyfriend or something?”, Mat stuttered out nervously, probably noticing your anxious shifting and you couldn’t help but smile at his words, despite him being wrong about the reason behind your nervousness.

“Thanks for the offer”, you gave him a gentle smile of reassurance before continuing, “but no, it’s not about the way I look or anything like that, I don’t give a fuck what he thinks of me because he’s an idiot. I just don’t want him to cause any problems and if I could I’d just run away from him forever so he doesn’t have the chance to ever ruin my night again.”

“Well I’m no expert on forever, but I’m here right now and I say fuck that guy”, he responded and with that he grabbed your hand and started running towards the cashiers, leaving you with no other choice but to run along with him so he wouldn’t rip your arm out of its socket.

Oh how you wished you had a picture of the expression on Colin’s face as Mat and you ran past him, hand in hand and cackling like maniacs.

He was apparently too stunned to follow you as you fought over who would pay for the stuff - Mat ultimately winning - but you didn’t let that stop you from running all the way to this car as well. Of course hand in hand.

Masochist.

Somehow the weird tension between the two of you seemed to lift sometime during your little sprint but you weren’t sure if this would be permanent or if it was a spur of the moment thing. You’d be damned if you didn’t enjoy it while it lasted though.  

The entire ride back you couldn’t stop thinking about the way his hand had felt in yours and what a perfect fit it had been, desperately wanting to feel it again as the two of you sang along to the songs playing over the speakers, perfectly happy in your little bubble.

-

As Christmas approached Emily roped everyone in to accompany her on her mission to make Rafael appreciate the cold that taken over New York. According to her he dearly missed sunny Spain but all you could see was a man who was happy to be home again. You weren’t about to tell her that though, you’d long figured out that whenever she’d set her mind to something it was best to simply follow along. Everyone else had apparently come to the same realization because no one objected to her plans.

Emily wanted to take Rafael ice skating and since the Rockefeller Center apparently wasn’t good enough and too crowded, she told everyone to meet at Pier 17. Dana and Mariah were on board of course and you’d managed to convince Tito to come along, who had in turn invited Mat.

In a ridiculous attempt to not get spotted, both Mat and Tito had donned a pair of glasses and while you were used to seeing them on Tito by now, seeing Mat with them again knocked the breath out of your lungs for a second.

It had been almost two months since you’d last seen him like this and the fact that you hadn’t recognized him that night seemed impossible to you now. Maybe it was because you’d gotten to know him since, seeing him in real life instead of only on pictures and memorizing his handsome features in the process but as you tried to get a good glance at him without anyone noticing you realized that he’d never be Clark Kent to you again.

Whether that was a good or a bad thing was still left to decide though.

“Need help with those?”, Mat’s voice ripped you out of your thoughts. You’d been so lost in them that you hadn’t even noticed that everyone else had already laced up their skates and walked out onto the ice while you’d been staring at your hands for who knows how long, laces wrapped around your fingers but not doing anything. Tito and him had brought their own skates while everyone else had to rely on rentals and his were already laced up perfectly of course.

You nodded, despite full well knowing how to do it yourself but you weren’t about to stop Mat from pulling your leg into his lap so he had better access. Besides, you’d stupidly forgotten to bring gloves and you’d gladly take any chance to leave your hands stuffed inside the pockets of your jacket as you rapidly got colder.

His fingers worked quickly, tightening the laces with expertise and you watched his hand moving in awe.

If hockey ever wasn’t an option for him anymore, hand modeling definitely was. He had such nice hands, strong and big and perfect. For a quick second your thoughts drifted to what else they could be capable of, before you reeled them back in, mentally scolding yourself. It really wasn’t your fault, not thinking of him seemed impossible these days.

His eyes were mostly focused on his work but from time to time he’d lift his gaze and give you a small smile, one you happily returned despite the mess inside your head. He had just finished tying the second one when someone banged on the glass, making the both of you jump a little.

“Ayo Barzy get your filthy paws off Y/N!”, Tito yelled before zooming away again laughing loudly, leaving an awkward silence behind.

Was this just Tito being his usual little-shit-self or was he actually serious?

For a couple of seconds you couldn’t do anything but stare at Mat as he looked down onto his hands, one of them still loosely wrapped around your ankle. Carefully you pulled your leg off his lap, set both feet on the ground and got up.

It was apparently time to face reality again.

You waited until there was a break in the throngs of people circling around the rink before stepping onto the ice, muscle memory from your childhood kicking in immediately. Once you were convinced that you weren’t going to fall on your ass you did a couple of little spins until you were facing Mat again, who had followed you. He looked at you with a slack jaw and you laughed at his expression.

“You can skate?!”, he asked bewildered and you laughed again, moving so the both of you could skate beside each other at a relaxed pace.

“Obviously. Sorry to ruin your late night fantasies of teaching me how to skate but I’m a good Canadian girl and I did some figure skating when I was younger. I actually used to be pretty fast.”

That caught his attention and you smiled at the way he looked down at you with a conspiring grin.

“Oh yeah? Show me what you got then”, after a couple of seconds of contemplation he continued, “last one to reach the others owes the winner coffee.”

You looked around to find the rest of your group, spotting them on the other side messing around. Of course.

“You’re on, Barzy. I hope you’re ready to lose though”, you winked at him before racing towards your friends, leaving him and his exclamations about you being a cheater behind, now definitely not cold anymore.

-

Something in your relationship seemed to shift after that, at least whenever you were alone with him. Things were still difficult around others, especially with the way Emily kept prodding you for updates and Tito constantly disturbing the few moments you had alone with him. You weren’t sure yet if he did it on purpose or if he simply had awful timing but it wasn’t like it made a difference.

Christmas came and passed just as fast, the team leaving for a roadtrip shortly after. You’d celebrated New Year’s Eve with your friends in a club, unable to kiss the person you wanted to either way so your lips had stayed untouched as the fireworks went off at midnight and the days following.

Tito had announced that the guys would return later in the day though, already making plans in the groupchat to meet up tomorrow. While you wondered where he got all this energy from you suspected it was a way to distract himself as the trip hadn’t been successful - to put it mildly. In reality they’d ate shit, losing all of their games, some to teams that should have been an easy win.

It was hard to watch on TV but even harder to talk to the guys afterwards.

A couple of hours later you sat on the couch, a book in hand that you’d meant to read for weeks and enjoying staying in on a Friday for once. You were so lost in the story that it took you a couple of seconds to realize that someone had knocked on your door.

Who could that be?

Tito or Emily were most likely to show up unannounced at your day but you knew that Tito would be on his way to his home so he could sulk by himself and Emily was away on a ski trip with Rafael. Unwrapping yourself from your fuzzy blanket you padded towards the door, taken aback by who was waiting on the other side.

“What..”, you trailed of questionably, not even sure what you were going to say in the first place.

Mat looked so out of place in the dimly lit hallway, dressed in a suit that fit him so nicely, bag set on the ground next to him.

“Can I come in?”, was all he said and you nodded, unable to bring yourself to say anything else.

How could you even refuse him?

You didn’t move from your spot beside the door and after taking off his shoes he took a couple of steps inside your apartment, hanging up his coat before turning back around to face you.

“You’re probably wondering why I’m here but if I’m honest I can’t even tell you. I just didn’t want to be alone tonight and since you seem to constantly be on my mind either way..”, he trailed off, seemingly gathering his thoughts before continuing, “I don’t know if you watched the games or-“

“I did and you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to”, you said softly as you interrupted him, sensing his apprehension. You decided that you weren’t about to touch his admission of thinking of you all the time with a ten-foot-pole, instead focusing on the rest of his sentence. He looked so broken and lost standing there so you couldn’t help but take the few steps it took to reach him, wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug.

You knew from personal experience with Tito that athletes tended to take losses personal and if you had to take a guess you were pretty sure that Mat was one of those guys that blamed himself for them as well.

At first he seemed surprised about your bold move – it was the most the two of you had ever touched so far – but he quickly caught himself, hugging you even tighter to his body. For a couple of seconds you stood just like that, simply basking in each other’s proximity.

It was as if your bodies were made for each other, your head resting perfectly in the crook of his neck. Despite probably just getting off a plane he smelled so good and you were trying to figure out if you could take a deep breath without raising any suspicions. Before you’d managed to make a decision however, he pulled away and you unfortunately had to untangle yourself from him.

“Feel free to stay as long as you want to”, you said to fill the silence, leaving out the part where you hoped he’d stay for the night as well. He simply nodded before asking where he could change into more comfortable clothes. While you were sad to see the suit go you directed him to your bedroom, glad to have taken those thirty minutes earlier to tidy up.

He returned in a pair of grey sweatpants and a hoodie and it took every last remaining bit of your willpower not to drool at the sight of him. Somehow he managed to look even better in sweats than he did in his custom suit, which really wasn’t fair at all.

You had to admit it was a little weird to see him in your apartment though. He’d been over a couple of times to pregame etc. but he’d never been here alone. Somehow it felt strangely intimate to have him over by himself on this Friday night. To prevent your thoughts from going to a direction they definitely shouldn’t, you asked:

“Do you want some tea? I know technically you still owe me that coffee but I’ll be generous and let you off easy this time.”

For good measure you even threw in a wink at the end and your words had the desired effect, breaking the loaded tension completely.

“You cheated! I would’ve won if you hadn’t started early”, he exclaimed but the way he was laughing showed that he was anything but butthurt about the situation.

“Mmm keep telling yourself that, it’s okay”, you kept on teasing as he followed you into your small kitchen that was definitely at maximum capacity with two people in it. You’d be lying if you said that you didn’t enjoy the closeness the tight space prompted though.

With a steaming mug of tea the both of you settled onto your couch shortly after, also small enough to keep you close together. You’d been wanting to buy a bigger one for weeks, but right now you certainly didn’t mind its size.

Masochist.

“Oh I love that one, the chimpanzees are so cute”, Mat said to your surprise as he finally realized what was playing on your tv and you looked at him in utter disbelief. You certainly hadn’t pegged him for a guy that liked to watch nature documentaries but yet here he was, constantly surprising you.

“What? Documentaries are very soothing”, he defended himself and you had to laugh at the way he looked like a little kid with his floppy hair and the cute way his eyebrows had scrunched up.

“I know. That’s why I love watching them as well.”

You hadn’t exactly pictured yourself watching documentaries with him on a Friday night, something that felt way too domestic if you were being honest, but yet here you were.

As the hour grew later both Mat and you sunk further in the cushions and while you had no recollection of how exactly it had happened, your head apparently ended up on his shoulder somehow. Your only regret was that now it wasn’t as easy to sneak glances at him from time to time without him noticing. At one point he’d even wrapped his arm around you, moving both of you into a more comfortable position before covering your bodies with the fuzzy blanket and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulled you to sleep before you even knew it.

The soft sound of your name woke you up sometime later, you weren’t exactly sure how much time had passed but the credits of the second documentary you’d started were already rolling and you were pretty sure you’d only caught the first half of it. In your sleep you’d cuddled up even closer, your arm wrapped around Mat’s midriff and you quickly sat up, embarrassed about turning into a koala in your sleep. Maybe you could blame it on the documentary?

“Sorry for waking you but I should probably head home. Otherwise my back is going to kill me tomorrow.” His voice was a little hoarse and it was obvious that he’d fallen asleep as well, his hair now sticking up in multiple directions. You suppressed a giggle at the disheveled sight of him, instead appreciating that he let down his guard enough for you to see him that way.

“Yeah of course. I’ll show you out.”

“Thank you for tonight. It means a lot to me”, he said quietly as he stood by the door, ready to leave.

“Anytime Mat. Get home safe.” It was the first time you’d called him by his first name, after months of first calling him Barzal then Barzy and he must have noticed as well because his smile could probably make glaciers melt at this point. You weren’t even sure why you’d given up your pathetic way of distancing yourself from him – despite the fact that it was very much obvious that it wasn’t working – but to not call him Mat would feel wrong after this evening.

“Have a good night, Y/N”, he simply said, still smiling as he leaned down to kiss you on the forehead before walking out the door, leaving you speechless.

 -

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Little things Daichi x reader

Little things Daichi x reader

A/N This is super cute and is based off of one of my my favorite places on Earth like it doesn't stress me out or have too much happening

Summary: Somehow you end up shopping for team pep baskets because your boyfriend doesn’t quite know how?  Bad summary but close idk 

(if you don’t know what pep baskets are they are a little assortment of treats and stuff teams do before big competitions, tournaments, or shows to hype each other up and to give little gifts) 

Today was the day. A day that only happened once every month, a day that you always looked forward to for no real reason. It was an afternoon that you and Daichi got to spend together at one of your favorite places on earth. He always told you that he could only go with you once a month (he would go more often but not like this) because you would go everyday if you could and he was not about that life.

You two had made lunch together at your house before going to your special place. It was a rainy day and you were excited for a little bit of fun. As you walked it you were thrilled it was going to be so fun-Target. Target was a place that you loved because it had adorable clothes, the best makeup, cheap ice cream, and every color pen that you could possibly want. It wasn’t often that you would go in there to just wander around but when you did you always liked having someone to keep you rational. That person was Daichi. Whenever he would go with you and you were going to get something ridiculous he would give you an eyebrow raise and you knew it was dumb. Secretly he loved watching you have such a good time but he would never let you know that. He was a one and done kinda guy when it came to shopping but you’re forgetful and end up going back about a hundred times during the week for miscellaneous things. You’d already gone twice this week, once for toothpaste and face soap and the other time for ice cream and deodorant. 

Lucky Daichi had a purpose for him too. They had an away game this weekend and they were doing pep baskets as a little pick me up for having to wake up so early. He had pulled Tsukishima which was going to be difficult. You kept promising him that you would make Tsuki the best basket out of anyone’s and he was going to love it. Daichi had no idea what Tsuki liked(or at least he claimed to and you had to reassure him that that didn’t make him a bad dad, Tsuki was just in the weird teenage phase) so he was happy to let you take over. 

Once you got there you started looking at the dollar section and you found a couple little items you promised that he would love. You then continued on to the makeup section, which you promised would only take a second. He knew what a second meant and told you he’d be back in a few minutes. 

When he came back he had Starbucks drinks for both of you. He knew exactly what you liked and it made your heart melt. You were deciding between two different mascaras and it was a decision you couldn’t seem to make on your own. 

“Blue, get the blue one,” he grabs the blue one from your hand and puts it in the basket before walking off. You had no choice but to follow him. 

Next the two of you went to the wellness section to get a couple more items for Tsuki. Daichi actually thought you were crazy when you picked up glasses cleaner and one of the cloth wipes. 

“No! He wipes his glasses off on his shirt! That’s ruining them, I promise he’s going to love it.” Little did Daichi know you were also sneaking in things to make him a pep basket from you. You had most of the items but needed just a couple more to make it perfect. You would send him to go find a sports drink for Tsuki and secretly grab things for Daichi that you covered with things for Tsuki and the things for you. It was going to be a challenge to pull this off but you knew that he was going to love it. 

You were stuck looking at two pairs of socks (which Daichi didn’t understand why they needed to get Tsuki socks but you firmly told him that he didn’t want to have to smell his teammate’s stinky feet on the bus which he hadn’t ever thought of but couldn’t have agreed with you more). It was between dinosaurs and space koalas. 

“Dinosaurs Y/N he likes dinosaurs.” You couldn’t help but smile at him, he loves those boys with his whole heart. 

He said the magic word, dinosaurs.  You grabbed Daichi’s hand and started walking because you knew Tsuki needed one more thing and that had to be a little stuffed dinosaur. You went over to the bedding and found the most adorable little green and blue dinosaur that you had ever seen, the dinosaur also had little glasses that made you squee knowing  that Tsuki would pretend to not like it because he likes being cool but deep down he is going to cherish it. You ended up getting Tsuki a couple of snacks (Daichi knew his favorites even though he told you he knew nothing), his favorite flavored drinks, glasses cleaner, socks, a neck pillow (Daichi’s idea because Tsuki’s poor neck always hurts after long bus rides), a portable charger and the little dinosaur plushie before doing a little bit more shopping with you. 

 “Daichi, babeee which one is cuter” you smile at him while holding up both of the sweatshirts you found. 

“That one, it’s my favorite color and you’re my favorite person so obviously the navy one .” You had no choice but to get the navy one. 

You start looking at swimsuits because it’s summer and you cannot wait for the pool to finally open when Daichi taps you on the shoulder. 

“I think this one would look amazing on you. It has little flowers like the one on that dress you wore on our dinner date” he’s blushing, you’re blushing it’s adorable. He knows you so well that you physically cannot handle it. 

“That’s perfect, just like you” you wink at him before putting it in your basket. You two hold hands and walk down a couple more aisles to look at things for your bedroom and get a couple more pens for school. The entire time you’re shopping Daichi is watching you with love in his eyes, he cannot believe that he has such a cute girlfriend. He also secretly loves all of the domestic shit, like just doing things that old couples do makes him soft. 

“Helloooo Earth to Daichi” he shakes himself back to reality “do you need anything else before we leave” 

“Nope, if you’re done I’m done” 

You both go to check out and you easily hand him the stuff for Tsuki and he goes to a different cashier so you two can race and see who’s done faster. He was obviously done faster than you and waited by the door for you to finish. The two of you left arm in arm satisfied with today’s trip. 

When you got home you added a couple of last minute things to your pep basket for Daichi while you were changing. 

You walk down the stairs with a nervous smile on your face carrying his pep basket. He’s still trying to arrange Tsuki’s and doesn't notice you until you place it right on the floor in front of him.

“Y/N what’s this??” 

“It’s your pep basket silly, I had to get you something for your trip” You’re beaming at him and he pulls you down onto his lap into a giant hug.

“Stoooooop, open it up goofy”

He opens it up and finds a sweatshirt matching the one you got today (you scoped the store the other day and found both of the sweatshirts and started plotting), you also had got him some of his favorite snacks and drinks, a water bottle that said #1 Dad on it and a pair of socks that have little volleyballs on them, you also got him granola bars for breakfast because you know he doesn’t like eating so early in the morning. The last thing you did was write him two super cute letters to read tomorrow, one in the morning and one on the way back. He absolutely loves it and pulls you into a loving kiss. 

You two made out on the couch for a little bit (a lot of bit) running your fingers through each other’s hair and whispering little I love you’s back and forth. You both were having fun but you insisted that he needed dinner and sleep. He knew that you were right even if he didn’t like it. 

 When he read the letters on the bus he could do nothing but smile. He also brought his sweatshirt with him to use as a pillow on the bus because he is low-key high-key   excited to match with his girl next time you go shopping together

(Also Tsuki had the best pep basket out of everyone, most of the other ones just had corner store candy and Doritos)

Survey #381

“don’t try to be the one person who has stayed just to say they never left me”

Do you feel bored with your life? Always. Do you miss anyone who was mean to you in the past? I sometimes miss Colleen, but I know it's for the better that we no longer associate with each other. What’s the most weight you’ve ever gained from a medication? I don't know, but a fuck of a lot. Thanks, Abilify. Have you ever been suicidal? Yes. Do you pray? If yes, to whom? No. What do you miss about high school? Memories with Jason. What do you miss the most about college? Socializing. What was the best date you’ve ever been on? A triple date to an arcade w/ Jason and friends. What’s the last great song you discovered? The most recent one? I don't know, really. Do you feel free to post how you feel on Facebook? Yeah. Don't like what I post, delete me. Have you ever done cocaine? Yikes, no thanks. Do you think you’ll ever get married? Do you want to? I sometimes wonder if I ever will. I'm scared of just continuing to be an unemployed leech that is doing nothing significant with her life, in which case it's like, why even be with me romantically. I feel like such a dead end street. I want to get married someday. Who do you care about the most? When it comes down to it, probably my mom. Have you ever made out on a couch? Yeah. Would you ever get gauged ears? I want small gauges, actually. When it comes to clothing, are you the conservative type? Yes, because I hate my body and don't want others to see it. Do you enjoy eating? I wish I didn't. Have you ever ridden in a race car? No. Do you go out of your way to impress the opposite gender? No. Do you enjoy history? Not really, no. It bores me. Are you a pajama person or do you stay dressed all day? I'm just about always in my pjs. Do you value looks or personality more? Personality is way more important. Have you ever changed religions? Yeah. Born Roman Catholic, converted to Christianity when I further understood the differences, then I went to how I am now: I believe in something(s), but I don't quite know what. I wouldn't call myself a Neo-Pagan, but it's what I relate most to. Would you ever wear fake eyelashes? I would for like, my wedding. Foo fighters vs. Red Hot Chili Peppers: I'm actually not a big fan of either. Are you a fan of the SAW movies? I don't really watch them. Do you ever forget how old your siblings are? My two immediate sisters, I'm sometimes a year off. All my others, yes. :x Mountain Dew or Sprite? Mountain Dew, of course. I really don't like Sprite now, which is ironic because as a kid, it was my favorite soda. Could you ever give yourself a shot? Yeah. Have you ever worked as a cashier? That was one of my duties when I worked at a dollar store. If you are on birth control that allows you take pills and skip your period, how often do you opt to skip it? How come? My birth control doesn't allow me to skip, but rather, it regulates it. Is there a book series where you loved the first book, but for some reason the other books in the series just didn’t measure up? I can't say that, no, as most series I just kinda fell out of, like The Hunger Games. LOVED the first book, started the second, and even though I was enjoying it, I just stopped for some reason? Are there any stores/restaurants that you would like to shop/eat at, but there aren’t any located near enough to you? Haha yeah, like lots of west coast fast food places like Jack n' the Box or however it's formatted. If you were told by a professional that you were unable to become pregnant, how would that affect you? Is there something important to you about conceiving a biological child rather than adoption? And finally, if you even want to have children, would you choose adoption or surrogacy or would you go on childless? I don't even want kids, so honestly, I'd be stoked if I learned I was infertile. Wouldn't need to worry about the chance of getting pregnant and facing an abortion dilemma. Is there something that you did not used to take seriously, that you either now take seriously or wish that you had in the past (e.g., a relationship that you miss, your education, etc.)? Hm. I don't know. Are there any subjects that you are interested in so much that you would read whole books or academic journals about them? Meerkats, especially. I will read EVERY scientific article about them I find. Are you physically affectionate with your friends? I'm a hugger. When you were in middle school and high school, did you witness a lot of bullying? How did the teachers react to name-calling or violence? Not really, thankfully. Are any of your friends/relatives actually impressive artists or writers? Are you willing to share an example of their work? Yeah. I have a cousin who's really good at drawing, and my sister is a wonderful cake decorator. Do you drink more apple or orange juice? Orange. Could you forgive your best friend for sleeping with your gf/bf? My hypothetical bf/gf, no. Would you ever donate blood? I have before, and I would again if I knew I was hydrated enough and the opportunity was right there. Would you rather drink coffee or tea? Ugh, neither. Do you get easily embarrassed? YES. How long was your longest make out? TMI alert, like all night. If the person who hurt you most said they’re sorry would you believe them? I honestly don't know. Do you have sensitive skin? Very. What color is your mum's car? White. Do you live in an apartment? No. Do you have a pet fish? Nope. Are you happy with your eye color? I wish they were a more sapphire blue. Solid soap bar or liquid body wash? Absolutely liquid body wash. What color do you want your dream car to be? Baby pink. *-* Do you have more then one favorite band? I say I do, but at the same time I know Ozzy Osbourne will ALWAYS be #1. Do you prefer being single or in a relationship? In a relationship. But it's absolutely not something I'm about to force just for the sake of being in one. Would you be really upset if Facebook ceased to exist tomorrow? Nah. Have you or would you try shark meat? No to both. Do you know anyone that's pescatarian? No. Someone I watch on YouTube is, though. Are you shy or over confident around your crushes? Super shy. Do you think the govt. has a cure for cancer, but is hiding it from public? Hell, I think it's very well possible, but I lean more towards for financial hoarding, they simply don't further pursue potential cures that are discovered. I mean, just THINK about all the "future cures" you've read or heard about. It's fucking outrageous. It's all to fuel the medical industry. Okay, tin hat coming off. Last time you drank a diet soda? A very long time ago, because diet soda gives me a massive headache. Was your ex born in America? Only one wasn't. Name your favorite type of music and why. Metal. I for one just like the sound, and I find it very therapeutic when I'm especially mad or sad. Even when I'm in a good mood, I just enjoy it. I also feel that a lot of metal songs tell interesting stories and/or have very poetic lyrics. Do you own or have you read, or thought of reading any self-help books? I haven't, but I've considered it. Can you breakdance? Definitely not. Have you ever read a book and not understood it? If so which one? Yes. We were assigned this one war novel in middle school that was FUCKING AWFUL, like I was checked out the whole time. I don't remember its name or anything. Have you ever watched a movie and not understood it? If so which one? Yes; the Warcraft movie I mentioned in a recent survey. Orcs and their fucking deep-ass voice that I couldn't understand. Do you blowdry your hair? No. Tell me about your dream last night. Omfgggggg y'all. So, there's one invert pet that I've never understood the keeping appeal of, and that's giant centipedes. Their bites are notoriously excruciating, and they are just SO goddamn fast. Well, for some godforsaken reason, I wanted one as a pet. Got one, and it immediately got loose. Guess who wanted to shit herself lmao. Centipedes are very cool, but only from a distance, ya feel? Have you ever stayed in a fancy high-class rich hotel? No. Have you ever stayed in a rent-by-the-hour motel? I don't think so. Describe the worst fight you’ve ever been in whether physical or verbal. I'm not entirely sure about my *worst*, but I know it was with Mom. We've had a few. Have you heated any food in your microwave today? Yeah, a shrimp alfredo Lean Cuisine bowl. Do you own any items of clothing with cartoon characters on them? Yes. Have you ever played Animal Crossing? No, it doesn't seem like my kinda game. Do you own anything (e.g jewelry, accessories) with your initial on it? Yes, but none of which I personally bought because I don't really like them. Do you own any cats or dogs? What are their names? I have a cat named Roman. <3 Have you added any books to your shelves lately? Which? No. Have you bought any new cosmetics or toiletries lately? Which? No. Do your pets have a specific type of food that they prefer? Roman will eat whatever cat food he's given, while Venus, like your average ball python, is a picky eater. Like when I first got her, she wouldn't eat for almost a year because I just couldn't find a method through which she'd accept food. Now she consistently takes frozen/thawed small rats that have actually sat in warm water (versus doing it by hand under running water), and she generally won't strike it unless it's offered to her by tongs, but not dangling by the tail. Picky, picky miss thang. What's your favourite variety of apple? I'm not very particular about flavor so long as the apple is crisp. I canNOT do soft apples. Which of your physical features do you receive the most compliments about? My hair.