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extremely random thought for shy friday: r works up the courage and bakes steve some kind of baked good. little do they know it’s with the one ingredient steve absolutely HATES (idk man like grapes or something) and he feels bad so he doesn’t tell them and eats it until dustin or someone walks in and is like 🤨🤨🤨 ur eating that???
thank you for your request! steve x shy!reader
Steve knows that while you may not seem nervous on the surface, you're a shy girl. You're always overthinking things, always watching people out of the corner of your eye so you can respond to their behaviour. You minimise yourself.
It's why he can't tell you he doesn't like raisins. You've made him something, expressed your creativity, your passion, and your feelings (he thinks) through baked goods. Steve's sure your German apple strudel would be delicious if he could stand raisins. He does a great approximation of a smile as he eats one.
"You like it?" you ask hopefully.
"Who doesn't?" he asks, clumsily avoiding the question. "Everybody likes strudel. Thanks, Germany."
Your smile cleaves him open. It's a mixture of incredible sweetness in line with your proferred treats, a hint of bashfulness he adores, and your usual go-to grin. It's familiar and new at once, and Steve wants to take a photo.
"I promised some to your friend," you say, closing the lid of the tuppperware you'd brought with you, "but what he doesn't take you can have. I kind of made them for you, anyways."
Steve melts. He's cool and sophisticated, obviously, but his stomach goes molten at the idea that someone would care about him enough to make him food from scratch without his having to ask, and that someone being you makes it all the more warming. He feels like jelly.
He's slow on the upkeep, and doesn't know who you mean until Dustin and co. are peddling up to the bench you're sitting at full pelt. Steve curses under his breath as they come to a slow, and Dustin's eyes hone in on your box.
"You have the goods?" he asks, like this is some box office drug deal, and not like he's interrupting your almost-date.
You shake your box gently. Lucas and Will share an enthusiastic, "Nice!"
Mike, less prone to distractions that aren't his girlfriend, nods at Steve's hand. He's frowning. "What are you doing?"
Four sets of eyes move between Mike's stare and Steve's hand like spectators at a tennis match. Steve can't tell him to cut it out while you're looking, so he polishes off the apple strudel, feels sick at the wrinkly, gelatinous texture of the raisins as they go down, and glares at the kids full force. "What, you're so greedy you need them all?"
"You don't like raisins," Mike says.
Dustin blinks at him. "You actually ate one of those?" He shifts on his bike, foot on the ground so he doesn't fall. "You said raisins are the evil cousin of a chocolate chip."
Steve doesn't know what's worse, the embarrassment of being caught red-handed or your tiny pout.
"Sorry," he says to you quickly, uncool, so uncool, "I mean. No, I don't like raisins. But they were still good!"
You're expressionless despite his insistence. "It's okay," you say, and there, a twitch to your brow he actually understands for once. You're amused.
You dole sweet treats out to the boys and they bike off calling thank yous and giggling like idiots at the mess they've made, no doubt. You smile down into your almost empty box, one remaining strudel with nowhere to go.
"Steve," you murmur, sounding pleased, "why didn't you say something?"
He hooks his elbow over the back of the bench. "And tell you to your face I don't like what you made for me? I know I fell off the wagon, but I'm not hopeless. You don't do that to girls."
"Well. Next time, you should. Is there anything else you don't, uh, don't like?" Steve can't hide his surprise. You drop your gaze to your lap. "You know, so I can make you something else?"
"You want to?"
You rub your thumb against the opposite index finger. You can't meet his eyes, but Steve knows you're alright.
"Yeah, I'd love to make you something you'll actually enjoy. Was kinda the whole point."
Steve places his hands between yours where they worry in your lap, dipping his head to the side hoping it'll encourage you to look up. You do, and he can practically see the heat emanating from your face, even if there's no evidence of blush.
"Anything you make I'll like."
"So long as it doesn't have raisins," you say.
He squeezes your hand gently. "Exactly. And maybe not too much cinnamon. It makes me think about my great grandma's house. Which wouldn't matter, but she totally died choking on a snickerdoodle."
You laugh, and you clamp your free hand over your mouth.
"That's terrible," you say between your fingers.
He elbows you gently. "You laughed. Makes you the terrible one." He thinks about your offer, and how sweet you are, and how horribly he fucked it up by pretending to like something he didn't. "Thank you. For the thought."
You take your hand from your cheek and place it over his. It's practically aflame it's so hot, and your lips are worse when you dot forward to kiss him. You were likely aiming for his cheek, but he turned a little and it ended up a centimetre from his closed mouth.
You sit back sharply.
"You're welcome," you say, eyes widened.
"Thanks," he says again. He clears his throat.
He pretends not to notice how flustered you are from your almost kiss. Maybe he should poke a little fun at you, call you forward or eager or in a rush, but he doesn't.
He'd be a hypocrite to make fun of you, because Steve's flustered too. Your lips are the sweetest treat you could give.
#steve harrington#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington fanfiction#steve harrington fanfic#steve harrington x fem!reader#steve harrington fic#steve harrington x you#steve harrington x y/n#steve harrington imagine#steve harrington oneshot#steve harrignton drabble#steve harrington fluff#steve harrington scenario#stranger things x reader#stranger things fic#stranger things#shy friday
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A little bit of me looking shy... 🥺 I'm very shy irl so you gotta initiate conversations with me and tell the waitress my order was wrong cus I get all nervous and scawed... 😖❤️
#femboy#femboii#femboyposting#femboy pics#femboy fashion#feminine boy#femboy friday#msub#good boy#male sub#twink#thigh hi socks#bottomposting#shy boy#shy
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oh myg od someone kill me
#fucking. its almost friday its almost friday#this is the end#falling to my knees#i do not exist anymore#no one look at me#im shy#aaah#aaaaaaaaaah
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MK!!! Wanna have something cool to do? Here’s a dare!:
Ask Julia out.
“But- oh, man. You guys are really insistent, huh?”
#mk is wayyyyyyyyy too shy to do that#she puts up the facade. but how far does it get her. hm#total drama: the bridge between generations#td: tbbg#tbbg#total drama: tbbg#td 2023#total drama reboot#total drama 2023#total drama island#tdi#tdi 2023#total drama#td mk#mk td#mkulia#ask friday
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My first time participating in femboy Friday!! 🫣🫣🫣
#femboy#femboy friday#shy#tummy#twink tummy#crop top#thigh hi socks#cat socks#collar#femboii#feeling slutty#feeling brave
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fnf sprite commissions!!
i previously worked on these on fiverr as jellowmould, but i fuckin hated it there!!
sprites based on pre existing characters will be cheaper than original characters
additionally, if you are making a mod and hire me to make art for it, please put me in the credits as my gamebanana name!
feel free to ask me about non sprite related artwork in fnf style,
and lastly, i have a preference for drawing smaller characters like bf but thats not the only character type ill draw!
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Pspspspspsspspspsps
Don't mind me here, just smile and giggle at these two dorks for a bit.
#submission#answered submission#submitted post#Shades' Art#Friend's Art#giftart#giftart from friend#Keith Burlington#Doppel#Doppel the Doppelganger#friday night funkin'#friday night funkin#fnf#fnf boyfriend#fnf bf#himbo boyfriend#himbo bf#himbo boyfriend fnf#himbo bf fnf#FAV#Gosh I love this so much asjkaskj#I know I've already said this in our Discord DMs but thank you again for this#It's so just freaking cute#Like seriously I can't stop help but let out a little “d'aww” whenever I look this#Poor Keith's so confused by the sudden kiss but alas Doppel ain't gonna explain anything#Doppel will immediately askjsakjaskja away as soon as he's done with the kiss#He's a shy dork ok lol#Oh yeah and for those who sent messages inquiring about my Faker BF heh well here's the dork!#Yes the dork who's kissing the himbo here is my freaky boi#Feel free to send me asks about him if ya want~
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Fake it Friday
A shy young woman (maybe with glasses hiding beautiful eyes) has been followed on the way into town by a car with some teenage boys who keep pulling up beside her, trying to get her attention, so she pulls into the service station. The first person she sees is the owner/mechanic Curtis, and she explains the situation and he is more than happy to play along to help her. Please 💙
The service station was on the edge of a small town, the first safe stopping point you could have reached since you’d been followed for nearly half an hour. You hadn’t taken the corner as softly as you should have and you’d parked at an odd angle to the side of the building, but you’d arrived safe. You were hasty when you ripped the keys from the ignition and tucked them into your pocket, only grabbing your ID before you scurried inside and slammed the door behind you.
“You need something?” The man behind the counter had startled you with his voice, your widened and fearful eyes focusing on him as he began to step around the counter.
“I need help, but I don’t…” You winced and pushed your glasses back up the bridge of your nose, whipping your head around to see the cars that were following you pulling into the same station. “I’m being followed and I didn’t think I’d make it into town-“
The name Curtis was sewn onto the front of his dirty and stained coveralls, and the appearance of dried black grease on his hands had given you the immediate impression that he was obviously a mechanic.
His hair was cropped close to his head though it was dark and looked as if it would have been thick if it was longer, his beard was well maintained although you noticed there was a scar on the right corner of his lips that had long since healed.
“-if you could just-“ The sound of doors shutting made you squeak, a shiver of fear running down your spine, and you were almost anticipating him denying any chance to help you.
To your surprise, Curtis had stepped around the counter toward you, tossing the rag in his hands behind him before he set his hands on you and slowly pushed you in the direction of the back.
“Stay here.” He had closed the barrier between the back room and you, the half-wall keeping you from stepping forward, not that you would have, and when he turned your eyes had been drawn to the tattoo running along the back of his neck.
His hands had clenched by his sides as the door opened and the few guys who were following you had stepped into the service station, their eyes almost directly coming to settle upon you.
“Hey Everett, see you caught our little bird.” One of the guys with dirty blonde hair and pale blue eyes had glided into the building with a smug smirk on his face.
He, like the rest of his friends, had given you the impression that belonged to some rich country club that was as exclusive as it was bougie.They hadn’t appeared to have a speck of dust on their clothes, not a single stain or tear, unlike Curtis.
“You didn’t get enough ass kickings, Langley? You need more?” His voice was thick and husky, his shoulders becoming taut as he stood to his full height and stepped between you and them, completely obscuring you from their view.
“Fuck you, Everett. You’re worth noting but fucking dirt.” Langley, the guy who looked like he was fresh out of high school had stepped toward your hiding place only to be cut off by Curtis. “This doesn’t involve you.”
“It sure as hell does.” Curtis had stepped toward the leader of the group, his eyes flickering toward the other three who had stepped back, fear struck in their eyes. “Why the fuck are you following my fiancée?”
You bit down harshly on your tongue to stop yourself from protesting and ruining the cover that he was providing for you. You had squirrelled yourself further behind the counter and shifted your weight from foot to foot to avoid making a mistake that would have cost you. You kept your eyes trained on his back, studying and counting every thread in his coveralls to keep your mind busy.
“Fiancée? That fucking slag-“ There was a loud crash, a deafening bang as Curtis stalked toward the arrogant blonde, throwing him into the door with enough force to rattle the glass and send the other three scurrying out the door.
“Fuck off, Langley. If I see you here again bothering my fiancée, I’ll shove a lug wrench up your ass.” Curtis threatened him with a kind of anger you’d never seen before in a man’s eyes, and had only let the other guy go when he cursed him out softly with a promise not to come back.
There were only a few moments between the guys leaving and Curtis addressing you, but in that time your heart had skipped a beat and your throat had grown tighter.
“You should stay here for a while, wait for them to leave.” He turned and addressed you with a once-over, and then he opened the half-wall that was keeping you from him. “There’s water in the back and some beef jerky. Help yourself.”
“Thank you,” you exhaled and shivered as he passed you, glancing back at the parking lot and gas pumps, “for saving me from them.”
“Bryce Langley is a spoiled bitch, he thinks he’s damn untouchable. Someone needs to kick his ass again. Set him straight.” Curtis grumbled, picking up the discarded rag to drape it cross his shoulder before he stalked into the back.
You raised your had and pushed your glasses back up the bridge of you nose, leaned back against the wall and slowly exhaled again.
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How are the wives doing?😊
Hiii lovey!!! They are good, I’ll give you some conversations between Eddie and his wives that I hope you enjoy💖
-find all things Seven Wives of Eddie Munson here✨
Friday: “baby what’s that thing on the nightstand?” “What thing?” “The weird looking…lamp…thing.” “Oh it’s a salt lamp it’s good for purifying the air and like getting rid of bad energy.” “Oh…right…yeah that-” “don’t laugh Eddie you need all the good energy you can get…I hear Monday isn’t very happy with you.” “What? Why?” “Don’t know…now come dance with me while your coffee is brewing.” “You’re so lucky I love you.” “Yes I’m so sooo lucky you love me…oh I packed your lunch for you.” “You didn’t give me a brownie right?” “No…besides that was an accident I didn’t mean to give you my special…treat…I just forgot which one was which and it was a fifty fifty thing so I just guessed.” “No more special treats okay? At least for a while.” “Fine…I love you.” “I love you too…even though you’re a horrible dancer.”
Wednesday: “I didn’t hit him.” “Sweetheart he has a black eye.” “Okay? And?” “And you were the last one seen with him.” “Jason isn’t worth my time and besides look at my knuckles….no bruises or cuts so that means-” “you used your purse.” “You’re so annoying I didn’t hit him…I wish i could take credit for his black eye but sadly I can’t.” “So you’ve been good then? Keeping your hands and feet to yourself?” “Yes…for the most part…” “what am I gonna do with you?” “I could…think of a few things..”
Monday: “Edward James Munson you told Sunday that she could stay the night with us? Without asking me?” “Oh shit I’m sorry baby she just…had a bad day and didn’t wanna be alone.” “Okay there’s like five other wives she can go have a sleepover with…it’s our alone time and I’m tired of sharing it with other people.” “I’m sorry…I’ll tell her to go hang out with Friday.” “Oh so I can look like a bitch? No thanks Eddie…she’s already on her way over but I swear if you do this again I’m changing the locks and you’ll be sleeping on the porch for a month.” “Yes ma’am…you still love me?” “Yes I still love you…you asshole.”
Sunday: “I like it when we just drive around…it’s relaxing.” “Yeah? Maybe we can do it more often then.” “I’d like that…oh uhm I was meaning to tell you…Steve came by the other-” “Harrington? What did he want? He didn’t tell me he was coming over.” “He needed some advice on how to ask that girl he’s been seeing if she would be his girlfriend…so I cooked dinner and told him my ideas.” “You…cooked him dinner?” “Yes…is that okay? I’m sorry if it’s not-” “Yes baby it’s fine I’m just…shocked that’s all you normally don’t like being alone with people for too long.” “Steve is different…he’s not intimidating and he’s kinda goofy so I don’t mind hanging out with him.” “I’m glad you like hanging out with him…but I’d like to at least know about it next time okay?” “Okay…Oh can we get some ice cream?” “My sweet girl and her sweet tooth…sure we can get ice cream.”
#wives extras#the seven wives of Eddie Munson#multiple!wives Eddie#husband!eddie x wife!reader#eddie munson au#eddie munson series#eddie munson concept#Sunday wife#Monday wife#Wednesday wife#Friday wife#eddie munson x shy!reader#eddie munson fanfiction#eddie munson x fem!reader#eddie munson x reader#Eddie Munson#my little dungeon master baby
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eddie idea for shy friday! reader who is into the same music as eddie & has a similar aesthetic but not the confidence that is associated with it, and maybe eddie takes the initiative to interact with her because she’s nervous to do so? :)
thank you for your request! eddie x shy!fem!reader ♡
Some metalheads are super loud and some aren't. Eddie knows guys who've been in the scene longer than he's been alive who barely talk about it. He doesn't really need you to be loud about what you love to get the message.
For starters, you look fucking sick. Your hair, the makeup, toned down but undeniably influenced by all the greats, Joan and Chrissie and Kim Gordon. You dress in simple stuff like he does, though you usually swap dark jeans for skirts with pretty, shiny studs and tights with ladders climbing your thighs. He's been meaning to try his luck with you for ages, but he hadn't wanted to do it while you were working —he has a funny feeling that behind the bar is the last place you want to be asked out.
It's his good fortune that he finds you in a record store in Indianapolis. He does a double take, thinking he's seeing some other pretty girl in black. It wouldn't be uncommon here.
But there you are, sorting through classic rock records with a darling mildness about you. Unhurried, always so quiet. He kind of really loves that about you, the delicate way you move and the unassuming curve of your lips.
He decides to just go for it. In and out.
"Hey," he says, trying to be a normal guy. It comes out a teeny tiny bit too loud. "Fancy seeing you here. Are you looking for something?"
Eddie's no master in girls but he understands body language pretty well, and feels guilty at the shift of your legs, one thigh pressed to another as you lean back.
"Hey," you say, "um, no, I'm just looking around."
"That's a good one," he says, nodding at the vinyl between your fingers, Sad Wings of Destiny. "I love Judas Priest."
You put the record down, and he worries for a split second that you're gonna bolt out the door, and he's acting like a creep, but you grab the zip on your jacket and pull it down to your navel.
You're wearing a Judas Priest t-shirt with a rip just under the soft valley of your chest. "Me too… You're Eddie."
"I am," he says, a little surprised that you know him, but trying to be suave. "I guess I'm at The Hideout too much if you know me before I've introduced myself."
"I–" You clasp your hands together against your stomach. "I've wanted to talk to you, tell you that I like the band… you remind me of Judas Priest, actually. You know, 'cause you and your second guitarist, you're a twin assault."
His jaw drops dramatically. "Are you flirting with me?"
It's the worst thing he could've said. You swallow, and he's about to take it back, make a joke about his huge mouth, but you smile gently.
"Maybe," you say. "Is that… okay?"
"Girl like you?" Eddie gives you his smoothest smile, his eyes half-lidded as he looks down at you. "Beautiful, it's more than okay."
You bite your lip, turning your smile back to the bin of vinyls.
"Are you busy? Maybe you could help me find something specific?" he furthers.
You don't look at him, but you nod. It's a great start.
Eddie doesn't have a record in mind, so he names the most obscure one he can think of and feels it like a punch when your eyes light up in recognition. You find it quicker than he thinks you will, you know exactly where it'll be, and he scrambles to drag it out. He hasn't even started on what he wants to ask you, what you like doing outside of work, if you did your hair yourself, if you're free Friday night.
"Uh," he says eloquently, "are you busy? You're a mastermind, and there's a couple of other LPs I wanna check out that I'm too dumb to find myself."
And that's how Eddie spends 137 dollars in forty-five minutes. He learns your details through stacks and shelves, revelling in your shy answers, and how hard you laugh at his cheesy jokes.
You wince as they ring him up in sympathy. He starts to regret his decisions, but you slow in front of the door and look at him through your lashes.
"Did you wanna get coffee?" you ask.
"Yes," he says immediately, his jaw aching in the effort it takes not to grin like a fool, until he remembers himself. "Or, I would. I don't think I can afford it."
You smile gently. "My treat."
He's so entranced, he forgets he's broke.
#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x fem!reader#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson fic#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson fanfiction#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson drabble#eddie munson blurb#eddie munson oneshot#eddie munson scenario#stranger things x reader#stranger things fic#stranger things#shy friday
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2, 11 or 26 for the smut ask meme! whichever your heart chooses :^) i can’t choose one i want to see riza in all of them ugh !!!!!!!!
Smut ask game for Friday Night Fuckin
FUUUUUCKKK THESE ARE ALL GOOD ONES........ making me choose..
I'll start with #2 to ease into this but I think I also might circle back around to do the other two...........
"2. Let me hear you make that sound again"
It was an undignified noise. Embarrassing, honestly, as far as Riza was concerned. Another little detail that she knew Roy would catalogue away for later use to taunt her with.
He had her pressed against the wall as he kissed down her neck and rubbed her through her trousers, when suddenly is teeth had dug into the meat of her shoulder and she had gasped: a warbling half-cry of surprise and want. Roy froze, and then slowly drew back to give her the most devious, self-satisfied grin Riza had ever seen in her goddamn stupid life, both hands moving to grab at her waist.
"Really?" he breathed, elated. "That's fascinating."
Riza whined pitifully, dismayed and aching for the pressure of his fingers to return. "Shut up."
"No, no. Let me hear you make that sound again."
She groaned, again in dismay, and let her head fall back against the wall with her eyes squeezed shut. She squirmed in his grasp, her hands falling to his forearms and digging her fingers in. Trying to get him to go back to holding her and touching her. She needed him to just--just--
He bit her again, suddenly, and then lapped his tongue over the mark. Riza only barely bit back a yelp. He'd have to try harder for the second one or she'd never hear the end of it.
#answered asks#friday night fuckin#suggestive text#just some kissing and heavy petting and biting in this one#fma#royai#ask games#idk what their characterization is here lmao#i am a noisy riza truther but i also think she's shy and roy is a dick who teases her about it because it's cute to watch her get flustered
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Probably my fav hoodie! ...and my fav socks... I feel v cute today! :3 🩵
#femboy#femboii#feminine boy#femboyposting#femboy pics#femboy fashion#femboy friday#msub#male sub#good boy#twink#thigh hi socks#boy thighs#thigh socks#shy boy#boy legs#puppy sub#puppyboy
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Today is Femboy Friday but there isn't a cute and shy guy bent over my desk, lifting up his skirt and begging me to finger him till he's an incoherent mess :(
#I wish femboys liked girly girls#I want a femboy boyfriend#shy guy#subby boy#subboy#feminine men#femboy friday#cute femboy#femboii#sisified#sissi femboi#lgbtq#nsft#femboy nsft#feminine sissy#bisexual
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i think if youre a beautiful man in the club u shouldnt look at me my humours are already imbalanced enough i dont need that kind of turmoil in my life. stop it
#guy with a pornstache who looked at me a lot on friday night sorry i didnt reciprocate im shy. i think i might be in love with u#t
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slow fashion sales nov 2022
there's a few good sales going on this week
birds of north america has a super sale (clothes w/ unique prints)
pamut apparel (minimalist/modern/handwoven, customizations)
big bud press (70s style things, many sizes)
united by blue (warm things)
alder apparel (versatile clothes, made for hiking but can be worn anywhere, many sizes)
ozma of california has mini discounts (clothes for roleplaying living in a beachside condo in malibu)
son de flor sale starts tomorrow (linen dresses)
for days has a sale with prices so low it raises my eyebrow tbh (i think their recycling program is cool but i get greenwashing vibes from them) but hey! $12 and $22 deals on basic basics
mate the label, more basics, there's a sale section up but it looks like they will be doing more later
arq opened their super sale yesterday (nov 16) and while i am sad to say a lot of things have been snatched up i am also happy to say i was one of the snatchers >:) my favorite undies...
nooworks usually does some kind of free shipping promotion + instagram story sales this week
elizabeth suzann has a sale on wool items :> tiny little sale on kinda pricey pieces but i love this company sm...
lucy and yak has no sales per se but will be donating half of all their profits between nov 20-28 to a school in india, which i think is nice. and they do have a whole sale section
and phaedra is about to open her shop tomorrow fri nov 18. regular prices but she only opens up for orders once in a blue moon. she's one person doing limited runs of linen things, and i love her work :)
#disclaimer that in the 'slow fashion realm' there is a big ongoing debate about black friday and consumerism and etc#but a sale is a sale ya know#like if you were peeping but were shy to buy... you can peep more and consider it
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I'm already feeling sentimental for my seasonal job. I really like my coworkers there and the work environment is just so casual and great ☹️
#im looking forward to doing this next summer tbh. if theyll have me<3#my things#brought to you by ikea lunch this friday + triviaaaa!!#i hate being shy though. its unpleasant. and awkward
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