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content & warnings: female reader, wannabe delinquent!jean x ballerina!reader, black-coded reader, reader & jean are high school students but time skip to college at the end, fluff, angst (conflict, they have a fall out, parental abuse, body shaming, slut shaming, food mention), blood, this is very s1-3 jean

author’s note: reupload tee hee, this was firstly headcanons but i figured it could be in a fic format this time

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Your first impression of Jean…wasn’t the greatest.

Due to your strait-laced nature, he wore your nerve thin when he would hold up classes by squabbling with Eren incessantly.

There was this hierarchy in your high school, four girls dubbed as the four empresses for their beauty.

Historia Reiss who was the queen of the school. While her appearance was breathtaking, she was loathed by those at the bottom of the hierarchy and other girls from neighboring schools for her manipulation. Nobody dared to challenge her. When she wasn’t in her cheerleader uniform she was in all pink.

Mikasa Ackerman, with her raven black hair and fair complexion matched with the all-black clothing, DIY goth outfits of fishnets, corsets, lace, and ruffles. Her makeup was bold with dark shades contrasting on her porcelain skin.

Annie Leonhart despite purposely isolating herself and playing hooky at every opportunity still had both girls and guys head over heels for her.

With leather jackets, chequered skirts, and beat-up Doc Martens. There were all sorts of nonsensical rumors floating around the school about her, but if you even dared to ask her about it she’d give you the finger.

And finally, there was you. A hair was never out of place. Clothes without a single crease, always color coordinated with matching pinks, shoes shiny and skin dewy and lips glossy. You looked straight out of a magazine.

Your personality was considered hard to swallow, there was no denying your beauty and your talent. You were the school's prodigy, and both staff and students were certain that you would fly to heights of renown and acclaim.

You weren’t allowed to date, due to your mother’s scrutiny. She said there was no time for boys.

All of the well-known guys in your grade including Jean the try-hard, had hit on you several times, only for it to go miserably when you gave him a verbal lashing in front of the entirety of the school at the cafeteria which left him psychologically scarred.

In your final year at school, you were under immense pressure.

The end-of-year recital was what you had worked for ever since you began ballet at age five.

Talent scouts would be sat in the audience to see if you were worthy of a scholarship at such a prestigious dance academy, or even a dance company.

There weren’t many other ballerinas at your school but you still liked to practice by yourself at the dance studio within the school.

Today had been an eventful day. Jean had attempted to profess his love for Mikasa for the dozenth time by spray painting her name on the asphalt but was caught in the midst of it by a teacher.

She swore she was going to curse his entire bloodline if he didn’t leave her alone which left him red-faced and the laughingstock of the entire school (except for Marco who patted his back and told him to set his eyes on somebody else.)

He was almost suspended for vandalism but the truth was Jean wasn’t the bad boy he thought he was.

He barely had anything on his school record so he was given a warning and sent to clean up the dance studio and auditorium for the rest of the week.

Whilst you were in the middle of pliés, the studio’s door swung open.

You didn’t react but you stared into the mirror and it was none other than Jean. Since you were miles ahead of the other ballerinas in terms of skill during practice, you were frequently left on your own.

Your eyes met for a brief moment, then you continued your warm-ups. He approached the mirror with a rag and spray bottle, looking like he wanted to be anywhere else on earth than there.

“You’re doing a terrible job of cleaning the mirror.” You said harshly, breaking the suffocating silence.

“I’m doing a shitty job for a reason.” He snorted, as he left streaks on the mirror.

Your eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. Did he want to get into more trouble? You stopped your warm-ups, wrenching yourself off of the barre, and snatched the spray bottle and rag.

“They’ll make you do it longer if you do an awful job, you idiot.” You hissed as you scrubbed the mirror.

“No…if I do a shitty job, they’ll realize I’m not cut out for it and send me away, duh!” He said smugly.

It was harmless, right? It was just a dumb comment but a dumb guy. So why did it bother you so much?

“That worked for you in the past?” You snapped.

“Hit or miss.” He shrugged.

You told him to get lost, and that you’d clean the mirror yourself. He didn’t need to hear that twice and rushed away to loiter around until the teacher let him go.

Today wasn’t going well at all.

You couldn’t get the most basic moves right, honestly, you’d been in a slump for a while now but it was beginning to show in how sloppy your moves were and it was sending your brain haywire.

As you sat on the oak hardwood floors, hugging your knees you tried your best attempt at self-soothing but it just wasn’t working.

You began to peel off the slippers and you could see blood seep through and stain the sheer material of your tights.

This wasn’t anything new to you. You’d been doing ballet since childhood and bleeding toes were the tamest injury you’d suffered.

Unbeknownst to you, Jean noticed the state of your feet as he stood behind the slightly ajar door and was horrified for a split second.

Somebody like him hadn’t the faintest idea about ballet and thought it was just pretty girls in tutus and tiaras. Seeing the injuries on your feet hit him like a truck.

You simply got back up and continued your practice despite the incessant mistakes throughout the rest of the hour.

The door opened again, you whipped your head around to see who it was since the studio was usually empty and there he was.

“What, Kirstein?” You groaned, throwing your head back. “If I see you one more time, I swear I’m gonna-” you trailed off when he made his way towards you and pressed a packet of plasters into your hand.

Your eyes widened in disbelief, he then turned on his heel to head out of the studio as he threw up a hand to wave goodbye.

“See ya!” He called out.

“And what’s that supposed to mean?!” You barked at him.

He turned to face you with a mischievous glint in his eye, his hands in his pocket.

“You’re not gonna be the only one in that dance studio for the rest of the week, since I’m on cleaning duty.” He said with a boisterous laugh as he left you dumbfounded.

If you were in a slump before, you were sure this worsened it all the more.

But for the first time in all your years of rigorous routine and practice, you didn’t seem to care.

You helped Jean around the cleaning of the studio, and even the other places he was assigned to such as the auditorium and cafeteria then the two of you would just sit on the bleachers.

Either in comfortable silence or when Jean would get restless from not being able to run his mouth and start quizzing you like crazy about ballet.

“So guys can really do ballet too?”

“It’s not just for rich and stuffy people?”

“It’s actually a sport?!”

In the past, you probably would’ve given him a death glare that would’ve sent him running, and as annoying and dumb as those questions were they were beginning to come across as endearing to you. His genuine interest was sweet in a way.

“You want one?” He offered, thrusting a packet of M&M’s in your face causing you to wrinkle your face in disgust and push it away.

“No.”

“You’re a freak, I only catch you eating nut and fruit mixes like a damn squirrel.” He chortled.

You shrugged.

“Is it to do with your ballet?” He finally asked, eyes wide with curiousity.

“I guess so. It’s not even a ballerina thing everybody should have balanced nutrition.” You chastised him.

“Yeah, but that’s boring.” He retorted. “You even eat these before?” He questioned.

“…No.”

As much as it was encouraged by your past mentors and coaches to have a balanced diet, your mother had outright banned you from all sorts of junk food.

You didn’t put too much thought into her strict rules, you just followed what she said.

Jean’s jaw went slack and his eyes widened.

“You’ve NEVER had M&M’s before…?!” He cried out.

“What..?” You giggled at how ridiculous he looked. “They look like cavities in a packet.”

You felt his hand clamp around your wrist as he began to yank you up from the bench.

“Jean! What are you-”

“You can’t spend the rest of your life snacking like a bird, c’mon Y/N. Just for today, huh?” He pleaded.

You wrenched your hand away from him but the look in those honey brown eyes of his was persuading.

“Fine! But you’re not even allowed offsite you idiot!”

“I really could care less.” He snorted as he began to walk ahead of you.

“Jean, you are such a bad attempt at being a delinquent.” You chortled.

“How so, princess?” He responded.

“Okay a) call me that again and I’ll tear out your throat-”

“Duly noted.” He said with an uneasy laugh.

“And b) a delinquent would never stick around for their punishment. They would bail on it, yet here you are five minutes early every day!” You snapped.

He froze in his steps, then spun to face you directly.

“Maybe I just like hanging out with you a lot.” He said, with a grin and glint in his eye.

Soon enough, his punishment was over. So he had no excuse to drop by the dance studio and goof off with you.

You stared at him sitting underneath the tree with Marco, Connie, and Sasha.

Marco was a total sweetheart with cute freckles and you were sure if you were allowed to date you would’ve been drawn to him.

Connie was a slacker but hilarious all the same.

And the core memory you had of Sasha in elementary was her asking for your leftovers at lunchtime.

You usually sat with Historia, Ymir, and Historia’s underlings from the cheer squad but you had the weirdest feeling in your stomach ever since Jean stopped coming by.

So you, completely out of character approached the tree the four were sitting under.

Connie and Marco both had confused expressions on their faces while Sasha was too busy tucking into a bag of chips to care.

“Oh, hey Y/N!” She chirped. “What brings you here?”

Jean was resting against the trunk, a comic book on his face but instantly shot up when he heard Sasha say your name. Then tried to play it cool (and failed.)

You swallowed your pride and gritted your teeth.

“Why did you stop coming to the studio, Jean?” You questioned.

“Cos my punishment’s over, Y/N.” He stroked his hair back and had a greasy smile on his face. “You miss me that much you’d risk your reputation?”

As popular as you were, you didn’t care.

Although it was pretty irritating seeing everybody across the school gape at you just because you approached Jean.

“I thought you knew me better than that.” You said, a little disappointed.

The next few weeks were a high for you.

You still were rigid with your practice every weekday after school but you’d tell white lies to your parents that you were there longer so you could hang out with either Jean alone or the infamous Jean, Sasha, and Connie trio.

Marco joined sometimes but he wasn’t really into their slacker delinquent activities.

Connie was amazing at art and graffiti so you tagged along whenever they found abandoned places to spray paint.

Jean sucked so Sasha and Connie would spend almost an hour clowning his crappy attempts which made him sulk.

One day, he accidentally sprayed paint all over his face, and it went into his eyes so the four of you had to head to the emergency room.

Connie and Sasha hooting and hollering, earning glares from other people in the waiting room.

Sasha introduced you to all the junk and fast foods and sugary beverages you were banned from.

You were pretty shocked at all the tastes and she gawked at you as you took minuscule bites from the food.

Marco liked your handwriting and you could talk to him about art for hours.

He was a little more refined when he asked questions about ballet and even gushed over the stories that had been adapted for ballet. His favorite was Don Quixote.

And Jean? He was starting to throw a bit of a tantrum when he realized you barely spent alone time with him.

“What’s up? Aren’t we hanging out with the others?” You said as you stood outside the school.

“Connie has detention, Sasha needs to help her dad with something and Marco has tutoring.” Jean shrugged.

“That seems awfully convenient, huh Kirstein?” You said, a smile beginning to tug at the corner of your lips.

“What are you trying to insinuate?” He said with a lazy grin.

“Oh, nothing. I just think somebody drove his friends off because he wanted me all to himself..” You snickered.

You began to pull away from the group for a mid-term recital but they all still came to support you, whooping and cheering your name like crazy when you were on stage, earning glares from the audience.

When it was the end of the performance, Jean clapped furiously and yelled out “THAT’S MY GIRL!” which got some dirty looks and scoffing but it was hard to be mad at him when you could see the sense of pride he had for you.

Despite the performance going relatively okay, you were no longer allowed to practice by yourself.

Your teacher noticed your dance skills were beginning to become shoddy so you now had to practice with the others.

“I don’t know why now of all times you decide to start messing everything up!” Your mother barked at you when you came home.

“I’m sorry, alright? I’ll do better.” You sighed, praying, wishing for this to end.

“My biggest issue isn’t even you stomping around the stage.” She hissed, then prodded your stomach. “What the hell have you been eating?! You looked like a whale in that leotard it made me sick. I bet all the other girls are laughing at you!”

You felt your blood run cold.

“You can’t tell?” She said, voice shrill. “It’s that boy, isn’t it?”

“Huh…?”

“Don’t play dumb with me. I don’t know how the hell you even got involved with that nobody but just because he has no future doesn’t mean you throw away yours!”

“Don’t talk about him like that..!” You screeched.

“Did I hit a nerve?” She laughed in your face.

“If you’re mad at me for ruining the performance or gaining weight fine! It’s my fault, but Jean did nothing wrong…!” You cried out, tears pricking your waterline.

“You think I’m stupid? Boys like that infiltrate your life just to get you to spread your legs and toss you away like you’re nothing.” She spat, then veered dangerously close to you. “Or have you already done it?”

“Shut UP! JEAN IS NOT LIKE THAT!” You exclaimed and rushed out of the living room to run away from her cruel words.

Your father came to comfort you and apologized.

“Why are you gonna say sorry for something you didn’t do?” You asked, tearfully.

“I don’t know.” He said with a sigh as he sat on the edge of the bed, stroking the top of your head. “I just know I haven’t seen you this happy in years with those friends of yours..”

And it was true.

You’d spent the entirety of high school not knowing what it was like to have genuine platonic friendships…and even something more with Jean.

Later on, you pulled away from the four and gave them the cold shoulder. It was awful of you.

Sasha and Connie were taken aback, but Marco tried to rationalize it and told them about your end of year performance.

Jean didn’t let it go. How could he?

And as much as you tried to avoid him for the next few days, he caught you right before your after-school practice and dragged you into the janitor’s closet.

“Jean, what the hell?!” You shouted as you punched his arm.

“Y/N, please! If I did something wrong just tell me..!” Jean pleaded. “You know how much I care about you, the last thing I would ever wanna do is hurt you!”

“It’s not you, okay?! Just, back off Jean. I mean it.” You said, harshly as you pushed past him and fled out of the closet.

Years later as you stood in front of audiences who gave you and the rest of your dancers a standing ovation, your mind flitted back to that day.

You had no clue why you thought your life was over. Your skills were unmatched even if you thought you were in a rough patch.

You’d lived up to the expectations everybody had placed on you and ballet was yours and yours alone. When you graduated you ceased contact with your mother.

No longer would ballet be about her living through you, it was all yours. Your passion and the art form for which you lived.

As the curtains fell and the dancers began to make their way to the dressing rooms, your father approached you with a wide grin on his face.

“What’s with the smile, hm?” You giggled as he pulled you close for a hug.

“There’s some people you wanna see.” He said, triumphantly. He then took a step to the side and there was a much taller and graceful-looking Sasha, a more serious-looking Connie and a taller Marco. All smiles.

“I guess you no longer slacking off with us paid off, huh?” Connie said, wistfully.

Your eyes widened and you felt emotion hit you almost like a train. It’d been almost four years since you graduated.

“…Guys?”

“You’re forgetting one more.” Marco snickered. And there stood a towering and mature-looking man, holding a bouquet. Light honey eyes undeniable.

“…Jean?” You finally spoke, voice shaky.

“Hey Princess..” He began, with a proud smile. “Long time no- OOF!-”

He was cut off when you immediately launched yourself into his arms with such force the flowers clattered onto the ground.

His body was stiff and unresponsive for a second but he immediately relaxed and began to gingerly stroke the top of your head.

“I told you I hate that nickname.” You said, muffled into his chest.

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The Best News of Last Week - April 3, 2023

Kentucky Legalizes Medical Marijuana in Bipartisan Vote After Decade of Failed Attempts

The state of Kentucky has legalized the use of medical marijuana. The bill received final passage on Thursday. Democratic Gov. Andy Beshear signed it into law Friday morning after a decade of failed attempts in the state legislature.

The news makes Kentucky at least the 38th state in the U.S. to legalize medical marijuana.

Now Indiana is surrounded by weed states. The encirclement is complete 😂

2. The Maryland House of Delegates voted Saturday to approve the Trans Health Equity Act

The Maryland House of Delegates voted Saturday to approve the Trans Health Equity Act — a bill that just a year ago disappeared from the chamber’s agenda ahead of a floor vote.

The bill would require Maryland Medicaid, beginning on Jan. 1, 2024, to provide coverage for additional gender-affirming treatments, which are currently disallowed in the state’s plan but commonly covered by private insurance. The expanded treatments include hormone therapy, hair alteration, voice therapy, physical alterations to the body, and fertility preservation.

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Making naloxone available more widely is seen as a key strategy to control the nationwide overdose crisis. Effects begin within two minutes when given intravenously, and within five minutes when injected into a muscle. The medicine can also be administered by spraying it into a person's nose.

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Boston has expanded its tuition-free community college program to include all city residents regardless of age, income or immigration status.

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India has welcomed the birth of four cheetah cubs - more than 70 years after the animals were declared officially extinct there.India's environment minister announced the good news, calling it a "momentous event".

The country has been trying to reintroduce the big cats for decades, and last year brought eight cheetahs over from Namibia as part of the plan. Another 12 cheetahs were brought to India from South Africa last month.

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The weekly programme is called Dars, which means lesson in Dari and Pashto, Afghanistan's official languages. It is hosted by BBC Afghan female journalists who were evacuated from Kabul during the 2021 Taliban takeover.

Each new weekly half-hour episode of Dars will air four times a day, Saturday to Friday, on the newly launched BBC News Afghanistan channel.

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Transgender TikTokers are celebrating Trans Day of Visibility by raising over $1.5 million for gender-affirming care around the world.

Mercury Stardust — a DIY TikToker and trans advocate who calls herself the “Trans Handy Ma’am” — raised $120,000 last year in a livestream for the mutual aid nonprofit Point of Pride, which maintains funds for surgeries, hormone therapy, and free binders and gaffs. This year, Stardust and cohost Jory, a.k.a. AlluringSkull, set themselves a goal of raising $1 million in a planned 30-hour live stream…and then smashed that milestone less than six hours after starting the stream Thursday evening.

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coqxettee · 5 months

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Girly/Coquette Winter Staples

🎀❄️Girly & Coquette winter essentials and things you need for a perfect Coquette winter this season:

🎀- Coquette coats (pink puffer coats, faux fur coats, in cream, white, pink and baby blue)

🎀- Oversized sweaters (Romwe do really pretty ones with ribbon and lace on them)

🎀- Long sleeve shirts (Brandy do floral ones or you can get plain ones that are great for layering)

🎀- Jeans (Romwe do pretty ones with pink ribbon on or you can get a basic pair and DIY them)

🎀- Boots, Uggs, fur boots (Bailey bow Ugg’s are super cute)

🎀- Pink Christmas pyjamas (Victoria secret ones are adorable)

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🎀- Slippers (Pink fuzzy slippers)

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🎀- Pink mug’s for your Hot Cocoa dreams

🎀- Snow fairy products from Lush, Christmassy body sprays and a signature Winter scent/perfume

🎀- Hand cream (I love the “Guardian angel for dryness” hand cream by Treaclemoon

🎀- Pink festive nails

🎀- Lipgloss / Shimmery eyeshadow

🎀- Gabi/Freddymylove videos (They always put me in the most festive and girliest of moods)

🎀- Pink Christmas decorations and a pink Christmas tree ✨

🎀- Barbie movies (Barbie in the Nutcracker is superior)

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Reveal Your Bollywood Glow: Unveiling Celebrity-Inspired Skincare Secrets.

This blog is going to be all about Indian & bollywood inspired products and skincare tips. If you also want a blog separately about Indian natural and authentic skincare or hair care I'll surely make it. 🫶

Know Your Skin Type : Identify your skin type - whether it's oily, dry, combination, or sensitive - to tailor your skincare routine effectively.

Cleanse Like a Star : Use a gentle cleanser like Cetaphil or Neutrogena to remove dirt and makeup and a oil cleaner is a must if you wear makeup daily. Opt for micellar water for a quick and effective cleanse on busy days. (But I don't really recommend it).

Exfoliate for Radiance : Incorporate a mild exfoliator like St. Ives Apricot Scrub or The Body Shop's Vitamin C Glow-Revealing Liquid Peel to slough off dead skin cells and reveal glowing skin. And my personal favorite coffee scrub from The Bombay shaving company. Don't exfoliate more than twice a week.

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Targeted Treatments : Include a serum with ingredients like hyaluronic acid (for hydration) or vitamin C (for hyperpigmentation) if you are under 17 or 18 like me don't use vitamin c or if you want to use in very less %, I use 2% kojic acid for my uneven skin tone from pilgrim, it's very begniner friendly. (Always consult a dermatologist for your skincare don't go around seeing videos on insta and YouTube believing them). I recommend Minimalist if you want chemical bases serums.

If you are above 23 or 25 Incorporate a retinol-based cream like RoC Retinol Correxion Deep Wrinkle Night Cream for anti-aging benefits. (Got this tip from mumma for y'all 😭✨️)

Sun Protection Essentials : Always apply a broad-spectrum sunscreen with SPF 30 or higher, such as La Roche-Posay Anthelios Ultra Light Fluid, to protect your skin from harmful UV rays. More affordable and effective sunscreens from brands — dot and key, aqualogica, Dr. Seth and wish care.

Overnight Nourishment: Use a hydrating overnight mask like Laneige Water Sleeping Mask to replenish moisture while you sleep. Incorporate a facial oil like The Ordinary's Rose Hip Seed Oil for added nourishment and radiance.

DIY Treatments Inspired by Bollywood:

- Try a turmeric, gram flour and yogurt face mask inspired by Priyanka Chopra for glowing skin.

- Use aloe vera gel like Deepika Padukone for its soothing and hydrating properties. (MY fav bolly actress btw 😭❤️)

Lifestyle Tips for Healthy Skin : Stay hydrated by drinking plenty of water throughout the day people are not stupid that they are going around telling you to drink water, IT'S A MUST!. Incorporate antioxidant-rich foods like fruits, vegetables, and green tea into your diet for overall skin health.

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Fav brand released by a bollywood actress: Hyphen by Kriti Sanon, their lip balm can even beat Rhode's lip balm istg- and their sunscreen 🔛🔝.

Channel your inner Bollywood diva and achieve a radiant, flawless skin with these skincare tips and product recommendations. Let your skin glow like a star!

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aso-bi · 4 months

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DIY LoZ Sheikah Slate

Thought it's about time I shared the birthday gift I made for my bestie @tsukinoshinjiu! It's a custom Sheikah Slate! So I'm gonna share how I made it... (finished images at the bottom!)

First I started by looking at in-game references for it and getting a general feel of what it looks like, what pieces I'd need, and what the general shape would be like. I wanted it to be a special box of sorts, so they could hide little treasures or letters...

After getting the general feel of the colors and shapes I'd need as well as what would be sunken and what would pop out, I looked for some measurements I could base myself off of. Luckily I found a Reddit post of someone who'd already done the hard work for me.

I tweaked the sizes slightly (namely putting them in a measurement system I could actually understand) then opened up SketchUp to model it out and simulate my rough idea.

I really wanted to stay true to the rounded corners, so I went for a layered technique, using 3 mm wooden slates.

So I created a "base" piece, a "body" piece, and a "lid" piece. In the end, it ended up being 5 body pieces, 1 base, and 1 lid. (And no, I didn't have access to 6 mm wood, otherwise, I'd simply done 2 6mm pieces for the body instead) In total, the depth was roughly 2.2 cm

Once that was ready, I laid out a simple graphic for my cutter. In it you can see the measurements:

Height: 25,33 cm (~10 in.)

Width: 15,33 cm (6 in.)

Depth: 2.2 cm (0.8 in.)

(yes I named it 6mm, I mistyped dw about it) Once that was done, I looked at the front again and opened up Illustrator to make the vector path for the cutter. I had barely used Illustrator before so I had to learn while I was doing it *sweats* but I got it done, and here's what it looks like. I saved it as .eps (vector) so the cutter could read it.

Once that was done, all that was left was to wait for the cutter to be done with my pieces....

Then I immediately started painting and organizing! Decided to start with something small, so I chose the little triangles, I took them apart and painted each piece individually, then with some scotch tape I held them together and put them aside. Next I painted the main piece as well as the lid, body, and base. I glued the layers first then painted them, same with the rest. The handle was especially fun to do and I think it turned out especially pretty. Always working my way up to the smaller colors. Once all those pieces were painted I glued them in place.

The little lines really tested my pulse *sweats again* I don't think they're perfect, but I tried my best (the circle around the eye is especially scuffed)

Not pictured (because I forgor) I made little stops on the bottom of the lid so it could stay in place and be used as a box. I used some thick 2mm hard grey board to make 4 little rounded stops and glued them to the bottom of the lid. When I was done, I sprayed the entire thing in a shiny finisher!

The inside had a special engraving since I'd originally wanted to throw in the Korok Bookmark I'd made for them in there as a surprise, but since this gift had lagged behind for a while, the bookmark was sent ahead of time along with the other goodies I'd prepared for their bday.

Once it was all ready I threw in some other goodies inside and packaged it for the mail! They got it last week and the reaction was...

In the end, the slate arrived a little later than I had wanted, but it got there in one place and the unboxing video I got from them was priceless hehehe.

So yea, that was my adventure making a custom Sheikah Slate as a bday gift! If I eventually remake it, I'll try to make it look even closer to the original.

And if anyone would like to try their hand at making it, go ahead! If there's interest for the files I'll find a way to make them available as well.

Bye bye!

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xomakara · 7 months

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Diving Into You

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Chapter 004

You hear the muted sound of the front door closing. You turn off the shower, your heart pounding.

Drenched from your shower, every pore of your body is attuned to a sound, a movement…

You know in your heart that it’s not an intruder.

It’s Jeno.

He can’t get enough of you either, and that’s what sends shockwaves of crazy delirious pleasure pouring though you at the mere sight of him. The anticipation of seeing him naked, of him stroking your tits, and him doing whatever the fuck he wants to do to you, is what gets your pussy wet.

Footsteps approach the door. With a sigh, you turn your back to it, turning the shower back on.

Closing your eyes, you wait for his hands to claim you, for his tongue to lick your slit. He does not disappoint.

A gasp escapes your lips as he surprises you with something better. The first touch is his hard cock sliding between your legs from behind, making you grind against him without ever laying an eye on him. He cups your breasts, lifting, squeezing them so tight you whimper.

Your hips rock back and forth along his cock. Water spraying over you, you lean your head against his shoulder.

“You’re late.” You murmur just as his teeth cut into the soft flesh at your neck. Nibbling your shoulder, squeezing your breasts as he thrusts his cock between your thighs without penetrating.

“Y/N, every time I see you, it’s like I'm juvenile. Can’t keep my hands off you.”

“Good news is, you don’t have to let go.” You reach up and back to stroke his neck, grinding your hips against his cock. “Don’t keep your hands off me. Come fuck me every day, Jeno.”

Every sound, every touch, every move, makes your pussy churn for his cock.

The rush of water, his breath in your ear, the squirting of shower gel onto his palm. He strokes your breasts in circles, the soap lathering abundantly.

Gasping, you turn the water off, crooning as his soapy slippery hands knead your tits, pinch your nipples, then glide smoothly down to force a path between your legs.

His fingers slip soapily over your clit and you lurch, curling into his hands, wanting to grab his hand and make him rub you harder.

The desperation is making you lose your senses.

But he’s got other plans. Holding your wrist, he squirts shower gel on your palm. You know what he wants even before he turns you around and hands you his cock.

The first sight of his face almost makes you cum right there. You stroke his cock, back and forth, the foam lending perfect lube.

All the time, he clutches your ass tightly, holding your gaze. You run your hands over his shaft, over the capped head, licking your lips.

You crave the taste of his cock once again. His teeth are clenched, a muscle moving spasmodically in his jaw…you can sense it coming…

Clutching your shoulders, he slowly urges you down onto your knees. You rush like a greedy monster, dragging your cheek against his shaft to wipe the soap off.

His answering growl resounds in the shower. You lift his cock, dragging your tongue along the length of it, before sucking the cockhead.

Your lips drag down the full length, wrapped tight, until his cock hits the back of your throat. Gagging, you jerk back, turned on by the sound of his rumbling chuckle.

This time, you suck slowly, head to root, head to root. His cockhead plunges down your throat every single time.

He tastes like heaven, smells even better. Your senses combust when he grabs handfuls of your wet hair, holding your head to guide you up and down his shaft. It seems like forever, yet way too soon when he yanks you up, shoving you toward the wall.

“Baby, it’s your pussy I want.”

You barely register the words as he slams into you hard, deep. Your feet slip on soap and water, and you grab the wall for balance. He lunges forcefully, jerking you forward every time.

His arms wrap around you, pinning you in place. One around your waist and the other over your tits, holding you captive.

You're a willing prisoner in his arms. His lust. His madness. His greed. All of it hits you at once, making you spasm violently. Your pussy clenches around his cock, milking it as you cum too soon.

A blush stains your cheeks.

“All it took was one fucking thrust,” he hisses in your ear. “You greedy little girl. You drive me mad.” His cock is rocking slowly inside you, while his fingers press onto your clit.

You jerk. The sensitized spot sending electric bolts of revolt against the touch. But his cock is relentless, his fingers finding the swollen nub, he has you writhing for him within seconds.

“Ah, Jeno! Fuck!”

You’re holding onto the wall with soapy hands, getting fucked with slow madness. The pins and needles driving along your inner thighs to your tits, the next orgasm overtakes horny nerve endings, leaving you limp and sated.

Instantly, he pulls out, flipping you around.

“Babe, I’m all yours.”

You clasp his cock. Rubbing it in two fists, up and down, slipping your palm over the head every time.

Something snaps inside you and you shove him against the shower wall, falling to your knees again as you suck the head of his cock while fisting him harder, faster. The surprise and urgency has caught him off guard.

The first spurt of his cum hits your tongue. You moan against the magnificent cock filling your throat. It cock pumps deep as he jerks over and over.

Long after it’s over, you’re still sucking while he stands there relishing the attention. His cock grows semi hard, and you let it slip out of your mouth.

“You’re crazy, babe. And I’m absolutely crazy about you.”

He cups your face between both hands, stroking your bottom lip with his thumb. Within seconds, he lifts you up to stand. Parting your lips with his own, he kisses you almost roughly.

Turning the shower back on, he rinses the soap off your body, holding you close, your breasts crushed on his chest as he strokes your ass and back.

It’s a moment of pure, unadulterated bliss. And you never want it to end

You cling to him, wanting him to stay, wanting this moment to last forever. Every time he comes over, it’s bittersweet. He’ll leave again, and you’ll wait for him to return and fuck you raw.

You’ll wait for him, his cock. Until then, you’ll recall this moment and stroke your pussy every night.

That’s what he does to you—your boyfriend. You’re obsessed, and you can’t wait for what's in store for you the next time he comes around.

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special-wolf · 2 years

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omega bakugou

katiesstufs-deactivated20210801 asked:

|| ..You have given me a terribly unhealthy addiction to Omega Baku but I am not complaining! Anyway I was wondering if you could write omega baku x alpha fem reader where the reader has never been in his nest before but Baku wants to go shopping for new blankets but some other alphas and betas try to scent him so his alpha saves him and they go homes and it's just super long comfort bc he felt used by the other betas/alphas. ANYWAY this was longer than I intended but here you go! ||

Of course I can ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) who can resist omega Bakugou after all? His alpha sure can't ( ° ʖ °)

Omega Bakugou

[Female Reader]

"Oi, shitty alpha." The gruff tone of her omega made her look over instantly, used to the insult hurled at her as it was his twisted way of showing his affection.

"Yeah, what's up, Katsuki? Need something?"

"You forgetting our plans?" He huffed, but his body language expressed himself differently. His crossed arms were more relaxed, and his gaze was constantly averted away from her and to the side which was obviously strange. No matter what, Bakugou kept eye contact with everyone unless he was being scolded. "Tch, should've known." Her eyebrow raised ever so slightly at his attitude, getting up from her spot on the common room sofa and made her way towards him as he began to walk off.

"What plan, Katsuki?" She walked besides him as he kept walking away from the group, "nothing came up on my calendar, are you sure you actually mentioned it to me?"

"... No." He grumbled, shoving his hands into his pockets with a pout. "I wanted you to just trust me and follow me."

She let out a soft sigh, wrapping her arm around his own and pulling his hand out of his pocket. She gently grabbed his hand, rubbing his skin soothingly with her thumb as she smiled at him. "Y'know, if you wanted to do something with me, and you didn't want the rest to know, you could've just texted me."

"Shut up!" He barked, angrily holding her hand back as he stomped to his dorm room. The soft laughter of his alpha made him calm slightly.

"What do you wanna do?" His rage dissipated completely as he glanced at her, "is it to do with your nest? Is what why you're taking me to your room?"

"Sorta...? I need new stuff is all, and I need to grab some shit before heading out with you."

"Oh? So you don't need me to scent stuff yet?"

"You will have to later, my nest is fucking empty." He complained, her eyebrow raising at his choice of words.

"Didn't you make me scent stuff just a couple days ago?"

"... Yeah, but I need more. Stop asking so many questions! Just trust me! Shitty alpha." He growled, his pout back on his face as he let go of his alpha's hand. His own hand twitched slightly at the lack of warmth, but he resisted the temptation of his whiney omega instincts to go into his room, shielding his alpha's view of his large nest as he closed the door behind him. His inner omega has been playing up a lot, constantly begging and pleading for him to give in and just stay with his alpha. It was honestly starting to piss him off. What was he missing? He's gotten everything he could've needed to soothe his omega self. But nothing worked? He let his eyes adjust to the darkness as he leaned against the door before grabbing a few essential things from his beside cabinet.

The main things he needed was his wallet, his phone and the DIY alpha repellent that his own alpha made for him. The scent from the spray bottle hit his nose, making his whole body relax as he hesitantly sprayed his wrist with her scent. His alpha sacrificed some of her sweet scent into the small, pocket-sized spray bottle just for him. He hated that he had to demand for her to scent him every time he left the school, hating standing there as she rubs against him with her scent glands. So, she made him his own scent sprayer.

He stared at the bottle before putting it into his jean pocket with his phone and wallet; he turned on his heels and left his room again to see his alpha waiting nearby with her back against the wall. "C'mon, I'm ready."

"You have an idea on where you wanna go?"

"You think I wouldn't? Of course I do." He scoffed, taking her hand and walking with her to the common room of the dormitory to ignore the class. He swapped his shoes, as did his alpha, and the two set off to the shop Bakugou had his mind set on. "You go look for something you like, got it? This isn't just for me." He grumbled, letting go of his alpha's hand and looking around instantly. "Shoo, shoo."

"Okay, damn..." [Name] murmured, walking around the store to find something she liked.

Bakugou let out a soft sigh in relief, awkwardly looking around to figure out where to check first. He'd never been in this shop before, but he remembered hearing his alpha talk about it and how it was one of her favourites because of the things inside... But, he didn't want her to know that, so he now needed to find something to pretend he wanted in the first place. He walked around aimlessly, trying to find something that'll catch his eye and remind him of the alpha he cared so much for.

"Hey," He completely ignored the voice. It probably wasn't for him anyways, so he kept his eyes on the shelving in front of him as he tried to decide which one of the blankets would look good in his nest or look warm enough for his reluctant snuggle sessions with his alpha. "Oi." He narrowed his eyes slightly, getting a little irritated at the tone of the alpha around him but kept his cool. "Fucking omega-!" His eyes widened as his wrist was gripped, his head snapping towards the culprit as he growled lowly.

"Don't touch me." He sneered, doing his best to pull his arm back. Every one of his nerves was screaming at him to run, to whimper and go cry to his alpha but he refused. He didn't want to be that type of omega. But the grip of this alpha made his strength little to nothing compared. "Get the fuck off of me." He spat, pulling his arm again but the alpha refused to let go.

"You need to learn your fucking place, omega. You think you can talk to an alpha like that?" Another growl resonated from Bakugou, his rage building up as he glared intently at the alpha holding his wrist. The wrist being held hostage was the one he sprayed a bit of his alpha's scent on, the wind blowing it towards his nose as his muscles began to relax without his control. He grit his teeth, watching the alpha in front of him obviously pick up the scent.

"Get lost." He attempted again.

"Nah, I don't think I will. You obviously need a better alpha if yours can't even scent you properly. Now, you'll be a good little omega and let me do this, yeah?"

"Do what-?" He tensed as the alpha neared him at an alarming rate, the scent glands on his neck exposing his distressed state at the alpha keeping him in place got closer.

The rotting and sour scent filled up the shop, but the one most sensitive to it was his alpha. Her head tilted back as she sniffed the air, her eyes darting around the shop to figure out where her upset omega was. Her eyes narrowed as she did her best to follow the scent, her ears alert in case Bakugou yells out again.

"Don't you dare!"

To the right. She sped up her pace, trying not to run in the store and get kicked out before she can save her omega. The basket on her arm dropped as she saw the situation Bakugou was in. The usually strong omega was pinned against the shelving of the blankets he was looking at awkwardly, his scented wrist kept as far from him as the alpha rubbing against him was repulsed by it.

A growl echoed in the wind, but it wasn't from the trapped omega this time. "[Name]?" The sound of her voice made her eyes soften, her attention on him as she frowned at the uncomfortable look in his eyes.

"So... This is the alpha, huh?" [Name]'s eyes narrowed at the cocky alpha against her omega.

"Let go of him."

"Or what? I'm sure he likes the fact that a better alpha is looking after him. The poor thing was barely scented."

"Because he hates it." [Name] took a few steps forwards, "and I hate you're putting him through that."

"He'll learn-."

"[Name]..." Bakugou's soft whine made her sigh.

"I know, hun. You'll be okay." The soft smile towards him calmed his nerves, but the swing of his fist caught him by surprise. His alpha wasn't one for much violence, often blabbering about how there's enough violence in the world.

His body relaxed at the gentle touch of her, his posture straightening as she brought him behind her. He watched her bring up her dominant foot and throw it into the side of the alpha's face who was already on the floor. He glanced at his own hands, flexing them slightly as he lost himself in his thoughts. Usually, he wouldn't be in that type of situation; he's never been so vulnerable before. Was this what he was missing? The attention of his alpha?

"Katsuki?" His vermilion irises glanced up at his alpha, but he didn't dare speak. He just gently rested his head against her as she pulled him close, letting himself willingly calm at the feeling of her warm embrace of both her arms and her scent. She could feel him shaking, but she wasn't entirely sure if it was his rage or pure fear at this point. "C'mon... Do you wanna go straight back? We can get things for your nest another day, yeah?"

He clung to her for a little while before hesitantly (and shakily) letting her clothing go. The whole trip he didn't speak, his thoughts getting into every corner of his mind and suffocating him. He just didn't understand.

The sound of the familiar elevator made him glance up, realising he was already on his floor. He stood at his door, glancing at [Name] every so often before opening his door wide. "I..." He whispered, "nest..." He muttered, pulling his alpha into his room with him and closing the door behind so she couldn't leave so easily.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah... Just, don't move anything on purpose, okay?"

"Of course." She rubbed the back of his hand, letting him lead her into the perfect position that he wanted her to sit in. The corner of his room held the best part of his nest, the place where he could sit and read the romance mangas that he'd die than ever admit to anyone else they're his. He forced her to sit down first, making sure she was comfortable before lowering himself down so he was on her lap and cuddling her like a koala.

He let out a low whimper, nuzzling into her neck as he frowned to himself. He knew he needed to get a hold of himself, but he just couldn't. His omega self was adoring this; it was no wonder; the fact she was in his nest made him relax.

"Your nest is so pretty..."

"I wanted it to be perfect before letting you in..." He admitted, "so I was getting you to get things you'd like to add here... So that... You'd feel more at home here like I do."

"Katsuki," she smiled softly to him as she brushed his hair out of his face. "I feel at home with you, okay? This is your nest, you don't have to go out of your way for me." He nodded slowly at that, "but... Thank you... For letting me be here to comfort you."

He hummed, pressing his face back into her neck as he took in her scent happily. He felt content. Both him and his omega instincts were happy with the decision of letting her into his nest. Her arms snaked around him, one resting just on his tailbone as the other played with the strands of hair on the back of his head. The two sat in a comfortable silence, Bakugou letting his heart calm from the scare in the store. "... Scent me."

She smiled at his cute demand, nuzzling her nose into his cheek before lifting his head and rubbing the scent glands in her neck against his showing skin. She kept her hand in his hair, continuing to stroke and play with the strands as she let him take in the scent he so dearly adored.

He wasn't quite sure how long it was when she finally stopped scenting him, and he honestly wanted it to last longer, but he was fine with the amount of her in his nest. He was incredibly lucky to have her; he knew that; however, he couldn't get over the fact he was too stubborn to let this happen earlier.

"Let me know if you need anything to be scented here, okay?"

"... Scent me again." He grumbled, hiding his heating cheeks into the crook of her neck as she chuckled at his antics.

"Of course." He closed his eyes, just letting himself feel the constant contact of her skin on his as fatigue finally washed over him.

"... Stay... With me tonight." He pleaded, his hand crumpling some of her clothes as he kept his eyes closed. The lack of response worried him for a second, but feeling her arms around him tighter gave him the answer he wanted. She wasn't going anywhere tonight, whether he liked it or not.

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pierayanna · 3 months

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COVID-19

We are currently in the largest COVID surge of all-time in the US.

There is also a new variant that is not protected by the previous vaccine.

Please start back masking and please get the COVID-19 booster (schedule with your local pharmacy).

Wastewater counts are obscenely high right now, belying the official case numbers. Considering that we've stopped collecting or reporting most COVID data, wastewater is the best way we have to judge the actual infection rate now. Wastewater is collected from washing our hands, going the bathroom, etc. We shed COVID into the water system and based on the concentration of COVID in waste water, we can get very accurate estimates of how many people are infected at one time.

We are currently seeing ten million new infections a week, and can expect that to greatly increase within the next three weeks.

* If you've stopped masking, please start again, for your own safety and the safety of your community. Many hospital systems are already trending toward being overwhelmed right now; wear a mask when in crowded, enclosed, or poorly ventilated areas, and keep a safe distance from others, as feasible.

* Avoid unnecessary gatherings where possible.

* Ventilate your spaces well (Corsi-Rosenthal Box).

* Reevaluate casual habits (touching face, respiratory etiquette—covering coughs and sneezes, clean your hands regularly, stay home if you are sick, get tested if you have symptoms, or if you might have been exposed to someone with COVID-19 or influenza)

Please be aware of Long Covid.

COVID impacts the immune system similar to HIV in that it hides in the body and continues to wreak havoc in the various organ system by driving inflammation and disrupting the immune response. It causes neurological, vascular, and immune dysfunction.

Patients with long COVID generally have symptoms that fall into three categories or phenotypes: fatigue, neurocognitive symptoms such as brain fog or headaches, and cardiovascular symptoms such as shortness of breath, heart arrythmias, exercise intolerance, and blood clots. Patients may have more than one type, and some also have symptoms like constipation, diarrhea, or loss of taste and smell that don’t seem to fit neatly into one of the three groups.

This is a period where we need to act with more care. Not a time to panic, but a time to be more cautious.

If you contract COVID, these are some helpful things that work to reduce viral load in the hope of minimising symptoms. And your chance of developing Long Covid:

* Brush & floss as usual

* Mouthwash (CPC (cetylpyridinium chloride, an ingredient in many/most commercial mouthwashes), cooled green tea, salt water)

* Green Tea (drink on an empty stomach if possible; can also be used for swishing/gargling once it has cooled; if green tea isn't doable for you, black tea is an alternative)

* Nasal Spray (if chemicals in nasal spray causing an issue for you, saline nasal spray also an option)

* Vitamin C supplement

* Antihistamines

* Other prophylactics to consider: Nattokinase, Grape Seed Extract, EGCG supplements

* Natto (if this is something you already eat, or would like to try. It's fermented soya beans and is popular in Japan

* Mask & Vaccinate!! A fully vaccinated individual is five times less likely to continue to have any symptoms or ill-effects three months after their initial infection compared to someone who has not been vaccinated.

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mydisenchantedeulogy · 7 months

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Where the Tainted Kiss [Chapter Twenty-Four] Monster [Vaas Montenegro]

Warning(s): mentions of death/implied death, OC, breakdown, language, Vaas being Vaas, jealousy.

For fuck's sake it was hot. Despite the container - which became her permanent cell - being indoors, the dry humidity was no laughing matter. Liv was roasting alive. She hadn't been inside for long; perhaps less than an hour, but she was miserable.

The outfit she still had on felt like an oversized blanket, blotched with dirt and blood. It smelled pungent, of sweat and mildew and to make matters worse the pants were chafing her inner thighs.

Carlos had taken her back to the container for a break, fetching her a bottle of water and a banana after hauling TVs from one side of the compound to the next; for whatever reason she wasn't sure. The pirates were unorthodox, and with Vaas as their leader, there was no telling what they were planning. Liv honestly didn't want to be a part of it, but she had no choice.

Since her confession, she hadn't seen much of Vaas around the compound, but she knew he was there because Carlos was taking orders from someone. Liv was eaten up in concern about his intentions with her. It sucked not knowing, but it was true that she was exhausted thinking about it. Her plan failed; she was tired of beating herself up about the what-ifs.

Just survive the day.

It's all she could hope for. That or a quick death. Whatever Vaas saw fit.

With an uneasy sigh, Liv wiped the sweat from her face onto a thin mildew-scented blanket that was given to her for the colder nights, then tossed it to the side. The humidity was driving her insane. She'd rather be outside where the possibility of a light breeze could reach her heated skin, not locked in a DIY sweatbox with holes drilled into it.

Groaning in annoyance, she stood and kicked her foot against the container wall, ignoring the thump it made as it echoed in her ears. Liv did not care if it seemed childish, she had enough. She kicked it a few more times before she heard the latch give and the door open.

Carlos stood in the doorway, staring at her in annoyance and disbelief.

"The fuck are you doing?"

"Honestly, I'm throwing a tantrum," Liv admitted.

No shit, Carlos thought. He groaned and clutched his gun. It would be easier to shoot her, but Vaas had not given the order. He honestly didn't know what to do with her anymore.

"Are you in charge of me?" Liv questioned.

He was, but that didn't mean that he wanted to be henpecked all day by her.

"What the fuck do you want? I'm busy."

She wanted a lot, to leave the island or to have a decent fucking shower, but she doubted that Carlos would let her have either.

"I want to work. Anything to get me out of this box."

His brow raised.

"You want to work?" For fuck's sake.

He motioned for her to follow him and led her outside, not certain what job to put her on. No one honestly wanted to be around her. The pirates who were native to the island thought that Liv was cursed; only misfortune followed her.

But Carlos knew better. In his opinion, she was just a driven woman who did not care how many bodies she left in her wake, even if she did not mean to kill anyone. And to make matters worse, Vaas seemed to be infatuated with her.

An idea came to mind and the pirate turned to her.

"Can you paint?" Carlos asked, motioning with his hand.

The motion was more like a paint can than a brush.

"Do you mean spray paint?" She asked. Once he nodded, she brought up her shoulders in uncertainty. "Not free-handed…but if there's a template, then it shouldn't be that hard. Point and squeeze, right?"

Carlos grunted. This was good enough for him. He ordered her to follow him and took her to the upper area where she brought the TVs. The door was closed and noises echoed behind it, but she paid them no mind as she saw the template laid out on the ground with several cans of white spray beside it. The design made her want to laugh. It was nothing more than an image of Vaas' face.

"Is there some tape I can work with and a step ladder?" Liv asked.

"Don't leave this fucking spot," Carlos ordered.

Where was she going to go? The water surrounding the island was infested with sharks and she was certain the pirates weren't dumb enough to leave their keys in the boats again. Liv sat down to show that she was not planning on making a run for it.

At least Carlos believed her. He was hesitant, but seeing the worn-out look in her blue eyes, he turned and went off in search of the items she asked for.

In the meantime, Liv sat with her legs pulled up to her chest and listened to the music around the compound. The current tune was catchy, something she would save to a playlist on her phone if she still had it. And while her skin was heated and sweaty, she could at least feel a gentle breeze now and then. For the first time in a while, she felt at peace.

It took Carlos a few minutes to find a step ladder and a roll of heavy-duty tape that wasn't being used. He returned shortly after to see that Liv was still there, reading the back of one of the spray cans. Relieved, he tossed the tape at her, earning a heated glare as she did not catch it.

"Here is your shit."

Liv stood with a grunt and slid her wrist through the opening in the tape roll then bent down to pick up the template. She did her best to determine the middle of the door, using the step ladder to hoist herself to the appropriate height. Once the template was attached - she honestly didn't care if it was straight or not - Liv walked down the ladder and picked up a can.

"Who even made this?" She asked in humor.

She opted not to ask why Vaas would even have a template of his face. It was a little obsessive.

"We might not look like it, but some of us can do more than point guns and kill," Carlos answered.

Liv supposed so. She had met pilots, amateur cameramen, and car enthusiasts. The list goes on. Hell, Vaas had leadership skills that no lunatic with a drug habit should have.

What a strange fucking world.

"How about you?"

"I have patience," Carlos retorted.

Liv took this as her sign to stop asking questions. She shook the spray can and then popped the top, stepping up onto the ladder to do her job, but before she was able to, Carlos stopped her with an order.

"For fuck sake," he continued. "Are you an idiota (idiot)?"

Liv gave him a heated glare over her shoulder. She knew the word this time. What more did he want from her?

Carlos reached into his back pocket and took out a red bandana, handing it to her.

"For your face."

What the fuck is this going to do?

Liv curled up her nose. It was soaked with sweat and smelled like a week-old asscrack. There was no way she was going to put this over her face.

"Thanks, OSHA, but even this won't keep the fumes out of my face. I'd need a respirator."

Carlos flipped her the bird and yanked his bandana from her hand.

As much as she wanted to comment about his odd behavior toward her, she didn't. Instead, she turned and began to work on filling the stencil. It took her a while to do since she did not have a proper mask, but once it was over, she took the stencil down and admired her work.

There was some overspray and paint bleed here and there, but overall, it looked good to Liv.

"Not bad, right?"

Carlos narrowed his eyes.

"It could look like shit and I still would not care."

Liv tsked at him and tossed the can onto the ground. Whatever. It was done at least.

The abrupt sound of cheers and lewd catcalls drew her attention to the courtyard where she witnessed two of the women on stage remove their shirts, letting their breasts free. Nudity did not bother her one bit, however, seeing Vaas, whom she had not seen since Barto's death, walk on stage and bring one of the two in close to him, turned her stomach.

What was wrong with her?

Liv curled her nose and averted her eyes, an action that did not go unnoticed by Carlos.

"You don't like tetas (tits)?" To draw her out a picture, he raised his hands to his chest.

"I don't have a problem with nudity," she admitted.

She learned quickly to appreciate the beauty of the human body when she graduated college; her first gig was a documentary on nudity in film and several of the models insisted on being completely nude for it. Despite her shyness, she grew to understand their views.

No, it wasn't that the women were topless. It was something she couldn't quite understand. Whatever it was, it made her sick. The look on Carlos' face, however, made her believe that he understood.

He snorted in disbelief.

"Are you fucking jealous?"

Liv scoffed in annoyance. He did not understand a damn thing.

"I have no reason to be jealous."

"You're right. You don't. Because the entire time you were fucking with el jefe (the boss), no? You got his guard down so you could make a run for it," Carlos stated.

Liv turned up her eyes in protest. He wasn't wrong but he also was missing a few details.

"I did get close to Vaas to find a way to escape…but I didn't have to sleep with him to do that, or share my past with him."

Carlos was honestly taken back for a moment.

"Are you serious?" He asked. "You wanted to fuck him?"

She gave him a heated look but all this did was make him laugh. Liv was not in the mood for this. She rubbed the bridge of her nose feeling a headache growing in the back of her head.

"¡Mierda (shit)! You are loca (crazy)," Carlos stated.

He heard the story about her father, but he had no idea the trauma it put on her. Liv was a hot mess before she ever came to the island, no wonder Vaas was so conflicted; she was just as damaged as he was. And to put a spin on it, she was chasing after him as opposed to him chasing after her. It was like a B-rated rom-com.

Once his laughter had subsided, he cleared his throat.

"So why run? You belong here."

"No, I don't," Liv argued. "And you know why. I'm losing my fucking mind and what's worse, the longer I'm here the more I'm coming to terms with it. I don't understand it."

Carlos snorted. That might be so, but a man's blood was already on her hands.

"Cualquiera puede convertirse en un monstruo."

Liv raised a brow.

"I don't speak fucking Spanish."

"Anyone can become a monster," he recited.

Liv shook her head. Whatever his meaning was, it was lost to her.

"Can you just take me back to my box?"

"Fuck no!" Carlos exclaimed. "There are fine women with their tetas (tits) out and I'm up here with you, having to sit with you through your denial. You wanted to work like a pirata (pirate), so you can join the fun too."

She seriously hated him. Liv tightened her jaw, wanting to kick him in the balls again. She didn't want to join in. The last thing she wanted to do was to be near Vaas.

But did she have a choice?

Carlos motioned for her to move and despite her reluctance, she walked back down to the courtyard with him. Sitting in a shaded area below where she was, she watched as her babysitter joined some of the pirates near the stage. The ones roaming around thankfully gave her a wide berth, refusing to walk near her. Liv didn't mind. She pulled up her legs and rested her forehead on her arms.

No sooner than she got relaxed, however, the sound of someone clearing their throat caught her attention. As she raised her head, a wad of cash struck her in the face. Liv didn't attempt to collect it, simply looking at Yada in defeat as he spat on the ground in front of her.

"You happy puta (bitch)? You got what was owed to you."

Did he mean the money Barto owed her? Liv held back a sob. No, she wasn't happy. But what could be done? Vaas gave her an extra life when she fucked up her first one. If only she hadn't been so dumb to believe Bambi and Jason.

Her teary eyes drifted over to Vaas for a moment, watching him take pictures of the topless woman and himself with her phone, and something in her broke.

Liv couldn't contain her tears any longer. She honestly didn't care who saw. Bowing her head, she sobbed.

As the night carried on, Carlos eventually escorted her back to her container. Liv said nothing to him and curled up on her makeshift bed, passing out from exhaustion.

That's why, when the scent of pot filled her nose, she thought it was a lucid dream. Until Vaas called her name.

Liv sat up in a start and glanced toward the entrance of the container, seeing that one of the doors was open. The man in question was sitting, illuminated by the moon. She could see a lit joint pressed between his lips as he motioned toward her.

What was he doing here?

"The end is nigh," Vaas declared with a snort.

Liv sat frozen as he continued, pausing a moment to take a hit of the joint.

"Come on, I won't bite. One last smoke for one last fucking night in mi reino (my kingdom)."

One last night? So this was it? Liv shook in fear, but despite her head telling her to say no, she stood and walked up to the entrance, sitting beside him. Once the joint was offered to her, she took it and took a hit.

"I killed a ghost," Vaas uttered. "I mean, what the fuck else could he be. I burned him alive, then Jason fucking Brody rose from the ashes and came after me again."

So he knew that Jason survived that.

Liv handed the joint back to him, blowing the smoke out through her nose. She had no words.

"Then I drown him, but he came back again, so I put a fucking bullet in his chest, but you know, I still do not think he's dead. Can you believe that?" Vaas paused to laugh. He brought his hand up and smacked it against his chest like a heartbeat. "But I feel it right fucking here. This feeling in my chest tells me that he is coming for me."

Turning his attention to Liv, he narrowed his eyes. She didn't even open her mouth. Seizing her wrist, Vaas put her trembling hand against his chest.

"Do you feel that?"

His heart was a bit fast but who knows what drugs he had taken before he sauntered in here. Liv shook her head. She tightened her jaw in unease as he leaned down and laid his head on her lap. Her heart was pounding so hard, she feared that he would hear it. What was he doing?

"He's coming, querida (darling). We are the same, he and I. It can only fucking end when one of us is truly dead."

Liv understood, if only just a little, what Carlos and Vaas were trying to say.

"It takes a monster…to kill a monster."

Vaas snorted, nuzzling his face into her thigh.

Whatever the outcome tomorrow, Liv knew that Vaas had to die. But if Jason failed, would she be able to finish where he started? She glanced down at the empty gun holster on his side and took an uneasy breath.

I have to.

Anyone could become a monster, even her.

#far cry 3 fandom #vaas montenegro x oc #far cry 3 fanfiction #vaas montenegro #far cry fandom

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tomothy-foolery · 11 months

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guess who hyperfixated on a mixed breed only to realize that there is no proper rundown of them! well here it is: all the info I learned in the last few days, deep in hyperfocus, boiled down into one (hopefully) understandable post!

Emo Clowns - A mix of rodeo, sad, punk scare and slasher scare breeds, literally a quarter of each. They’re usually categorized as a scare mix as they are half scare.

More info and images under the cut!

Appearance:

Mostly an achromatic color scheme, sometimes with small amounts of colorful accents, usually red or purple They almost always have black hair of various lengths that they prune into bangs that sometimes cover one eye.

Some have plumage and some do not, regardless of this, they are very into self expression and will often choose to wear clothes. When given the opportunity, the clothing they pick or make varies rather wildly but stays on a mostly achromatic, mostly black, color pallet. They enjoy many of the same patterns other clowns do, but are more likely to choose stripes or checkerboard patterns. Interestingly, some enjoy wearing brighter accessories like flower crowns, things made of Monster Energy cans, or bracelets.

Their patterns are not consistent, although they are usually black and always have some on the face, some emos resemble punk scare clown’s patterns and have marking all over their body. Some say these patterns look a bit like human tattoos.

They have sharp teeth, like many scare breeds, however they usually only have longer and sharper canines, giving them a vampire-like affect.

They usually grow to be on the larger side and are often lanky, however this varies quite a bit due to them being a mixed breed.

Personality:

Being what breeds their mix is, they're very protective and sweet creatures, they're good with animals and children and bond strongly with their family. They're very territorial (that's the rodeo and scare breeds talking) but do well with strangers and other clowns if introduced properly as they are actually very social with those they trust.

Too much color or upbeat noise can cause emos severe stress, when put under this prolonged stress they may or may not lash out but always end up isolating themselves and may end up over grooming or start other self harming behaviors.

On the other hand, being isolated from their family or clowns/animals they are bonded with against their will can cause the same response. The solution is to spend time with them but make sure they always have access to their own tent that they can choose when to enter or exit, but make sure none of your other clowns are able to enter without it being clear that your emo is okay with it.

Diet:

They are omnivorous and have a remarkably similar diet to humans! However, unlike humans, they can not thrive on a vegan diet and do require meat. When in doubt, always talk to your vet about your clowns diet!

They don’t do too well with brightly colored food, like vibrantly colored candies and cakes, though it’s good enrichment to give something like that to them every once in a while, it should not be a part of their primary diet. If given too frequently, they can get overwhelmed by the color and may begin refusing to eat.

Like punk clowns, many are fond of Monster Energy drinks and may choose to keep the cans afterwords.

Enrichment:

They are collectors at heart, and having a tent where they can store their things is a must.

They enjoy loud music but it's important that they are able to leave the situation or stop the music if they get overwhelmed.

Many like crafting, especially making things they can wear. It's believed that some of the traits of sad clowns, like making balloon animals the deflate quickly or little paper boats, along with the urge to decorate and spray paint from the punk scare clowns have caused DIY behaviors in the emo scare.

Some are able to create sad poetry, but most are unwilling to share. It’s best to not force them to share as you may lose their trust, but be gently encourage if they do decide to show you and maybe they will feel comfortable enough to share some more!

The primary talent that emos enjoy is performing music, mostly with string instruments like ukuleles or guitars (especially electric guitars). It's often extra devastating when this breed gets declawed as it can make playing string instruments painful, which can then cause them to become depressed.

However, while every emo seems to want a stringed instrument, some show no interest in playing and simply want it as decoration. If you do get a guitar and believe your emo is not practicing it, consider getting a ukulele (it’s highly suggested you get a black one!) as it might be more your emo’s speed. If you start with a ukulele and they grow bored of it quickly, it may be in your emo’s best interest to get a guitar next.

Housing:

Emos require a unique set up, I’ve been saying tent for simplicity's sake, and a 'tent' is a must however they are not necessarily picky about it being a tent, plenty thrive in sheds, spare bedrooms, or any space that is somewhat enclosed and that they can call their own. Though if you do go with the tent route, many suggest darker tents like those made for scare breeds.

Emos cannot share tents, not even with other emos, it's important that they feel that the space is their own and they can decorate and store their things as they please. They may end up resource guarding around their tent, but so long as it doesn’t get out of hand, this is a healthy and expected behavior.

Some may chose to stay in your house or yard for extended periods of time, but I assure you they still need their own space to store their things in what they feel is a safe space!

Bonding:

They don't necessarily need other clowns or other animals and can do very well without them, but they do great when bonded with other creatures. If you or your family is too busy to give your emo the amount of socializing they need, then getting an animal or another clown is an excellent idea.

Due to the aforementioned whole being overwhelmed by colors and noise thing, you may think that having a party breed would be a bad idea, but it's actually quite the opposite. They may get overwhelmed a bit quicker with louder and/or brighter breeds, but this not a problem so long as they know they can go to their tent and calm down alone.

Even when given the option between other Emos and Party breeds, many of them will choose to bond with the Party!

Look at this adorable Emo Scare and Party Mix bonded pair!:

(Images’ source) (info source 1) (info source 2)

I also want to touch on the fact that some have taken to breeding Emo Scares with another mixed breed; Rave Party. Their offspring are referred to as Scene Clowns. They hold many of the same traits as Emos, but are more outgoing and colorful.

As Rave Party Clowns are about 25% Punk and 75% Party (though the types of Party breeds vary) the Scene Clowns end up being 12.5% rodeo, 12.5% sad, 37.5% scare, and 37.5% party, they make loyal and fun companions that may not get as overboard with the colors and noise as a Party and likely won’t get as territorial as the Scares. I might make a post about them sometime, though I need to do more research.

(Info source 3)

#clownblr #clown husbandry #scare clown breed #emo clown #clown #clown breed info #mixed breed clown #original #clown art #emo scare breed #ooc: pls ignore that there is a table with no chairs. i lost all my braincells in the war #info #clownology

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plasticfangtastic · 11 months

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Can We Be Lonely Together? Ch. 3

A Homelander X Stalker! Reader fanfic

Sorry if this fic looks super long I don't know how to make it shorter on mobile.

check my blog for prev. chapters.

This is a gender neutral reader fic but is just this author attempt at a crack ship between Homie and Joe Goldberg, obviously. this is a slow burn fic

Sypnosis: We were both mices prentending to be cats? We just didn't expect for things to turn out like this... for you to refus me..to not believe my feelings for you were genuine, you threw awful words at me calling me a psychotic bitch, a stalker... a Liar.

A Liar? after everything I've done for you! For us! After everythign I did to protect you?

You were wrong.

R18+ TW for drug abuse, Domestic abuse mention (this fic will contain some smut and gore in future entrances btw.)

Chapter 3

DIY Incidents.

Smile, nod, don’t question or talk to the upper ranks.

This was Vought etiquette 101, and here I was fucking that up.

I wish I could say I went straight home instead of running into CVS to buy the mellowest body spray I could find, something that wouldn’t bother your nostrils, something gentle even my soap now had to be mellow. Our first interaction weighed heavily in my mind, I had an inkling from the look in your eyes, and the alarm bells in your amygdala that we were going to meet soon– on your terms of course.

So I dressed nicely, I wanted to see just how much I’ve earned of your attention. How much were you willing to give and how– so I wore pretty clothes, did my hair and booked a hairdressers appointment for this afternoon in case you noticed any dead ends, or it wasn’t up your liking– after all my competition was a literal Queen and Nazi pussy. I needed to stand out. Did you want it long? short? bob? buzzed?

I waited all day.

All day trying to be a decent person and keep my mind away from yours; at least I had a pile of work to distract me at least– after all this department had remained understaffed. All three people hired alongside me had lasted less than a week. Seems Cassandra and Kevin had a knack for firing people. I simply had no presence for them to judge, probably why Deep gave me strange looks from time to time now he regretted not doing that of course.

As the end grew near on the clock above me, I relinquished– my crotch itchy from this lace, I thought you would like what you see… look at me… I wanted you to look at me and grin.

Oh shit!

Anika was louder than usual, her mind a sonata of anxiety and deadline reminders– I lifted my eyes.

Chest puffed, arms tight behind you and your hair slicked back in far more authoritarian fashion than usual, things were slipping under your boots and I guess you needed to scream ‘I’m on top of it’ whatever this thing that needed topping was– I was jealous.

Anika shrank in her seat, feeling her throat expand and shrink simultaneously as you laid your most casual jovial smile, practice made perfect; But Anika no longer could be fooled, you frightened her, you could smell it too, it made you laugh when you flashed your fangs, and her heart skipped a beat.

She was screaming in delight as you passed by her desk, heading towards me.

The guy nearest to me glad to clock out just now, I straightened my back and made my way into you, seeing myself through your eyes.

My hair frizzy, shirt creased from slouching, and you could smell my hot chocolate.

Your nose crinkle at the scent, that other you doing quick math to calculate the caloric content of my drink, it was pungent with its sweetness. My hand unconsciously took the cup into my lap, not because I wanted to get it away from you, I wanted it to wash over you, and give you a reason to look at my lap.

“How can I be of service, Mister Gillman?”

There it was– a twitch on your brow, you weren’t used to this tone, so casual, and friendly. Surprised to hear how calm my heartbeat was. I was sweet, customer service had drilled this voice into my chords, it was easy to do some infiltrating if you knew how to talk.

My supervisor's eyes were the size of Jupiter, her tongue filled with cotton, unable to believe what I had uttered.

I mean that was your name, no? Was I supposed to call you “Homelander”, was that part of our corporate etiquette? I mean I called Roman by his first name. So why did you need to be different?

“Just doing the rounds, I hadn’t had an opportunity to meet the new recruits!”

“It's just little ol’ me left– the rest didn’t survive this death game.”

You had lost your train of thought, between the drink and my words.

“Too sweet?”

“What?”

“The drink?” There I was trying my darndest to get caught– I… I forgot you had… super senses, right? I had a friend in college she was a supe, she hated my drinks'' I laughed, you can’t believe I didn’t have encyclopedic knowledge about you, well sorry so far I had only partially read your wiki entry– its six sugars, whip cream and caramel drizzle on top-- there's a hot choccy simmering somewhere there.”

I turned to my computer, placing the cup down after a long sip guzzling the grainy remains, hands back on my keyboard.

“You were the lost little lamb wondering about last night.” yeah, my cheeks still flushed– quite a nice spot for a corporate spy.”

“Nah I couldn’t even get a job in I.T or Crisis Management.” I’m glad you ignored my snark, and interesting choice– can’t be very good at spying if I got caught”

“You did work for Banvision.”

“Vought has a very comprehensive 401k plan, and if I pass my six month probationary period I might qualify for a discounted Vought Health Insurance plan– that’s a lot I can save on dental.”

That guy still hasn’t left, constantly exchanging looks with Anika asking wordlessly if they needed to get a mop instead of a gurney.

“What happened to your hand?” my tone grating, so you changed the topic trying to stop yourself from melting my face off.

It had been weeks but my cheeks were still olive, and my hand still bandaged.

“DIY incident.”

“And the face?”

“That’s my ex’s nickname.” Now you calm down– He hates supes, so I thought it would be funny if I got a job here. I love it here, it is probably the nicest place I’ve worked so far, everybody in this department and Mister and Miss Murkovitz are just so welcoming! I feel like I’m doing something good for once.``

“I’m glad… to hear.”

Your posture softens, you assumed men put me on edge, but I still bothered you, I spoke as if i read off a script in your mind. Just to double check you needed to find something off, to ease your concerns.

All your trained had prepared you to control that split second where you lost control of your facial expression, before carving it back to normal– there I was seeing myself grin slyly.

I crossed my ankle above my knee like a bloke desperate to take extra space in the train, give you a nice peek of this sweet black lace, pressing tightly against my skin, crotchless exposing it all for you, bra cut so low it only really held the idea of support, it was all exposed, beneath this serious facade.

“Well if there’s anything I can do for you, sir… please do let me know, I’ll be more than eager to help, Mister Gillman.”

The customer service voice took you by surprise, and your gaze diverted to my desk. I came on strong-- It 's not like I was doing it on purpose.

My book, the bent bookmark sticking out from within the first one hundred pages, you stared at it for a solid five seconds.

“Is a waste of time” I tensed, you noticed– the book! I read it is pretty bad.” you mumbled– keep up the good work… eh your name…”

Humoring you with my name, and went back to my computer screen, ignoring you, watching you talk to Homelander about what you just divulged, it was minor but you hoped I wouldn't think too deeply as to why you of all people– was reading YA fantasy. Wondering why I didn’t seem to care if you existed, treating you like any annoying chump in the office.

I stared at that book my whole way home.

And that’s when I knew you weren’t just cute. You let me see something special, I made you want to share– I knew the panties were the right move!

I had never been so eager to return to work before, so excited and anxious for my phone alarm to go off, I decided I had to do my homework, I got your attention. I was going to milk it.

But if I had one complaint… is that… you made this needlessly difficult for me, all your social media was filtered through at least five publicists before “you” even pressed ‘post’. All of this was the same carefully constructed persona, that repeated itself without flavor or substance, your Twitter, Facebook, Instagram were all the same so I started digging, finding nothing! You gave me nothing.

Fuming I headed back to the office, it was still around 10 p.m. If anybody caught me I would've just say I’d left something, even bringing my spare phone charger to pretend I left it behind on my desk.

So here I’m sitting on my office desk past ten navigating this whole building to find you, to find you home drinking a latte, your mind distracted by this terrorist running amok– this wouldn’t do, and before I knew it I was frustrated enough… I needed to know… I needed for you to stop playing coy with me. I hated knowing Roman could be right about anything, looking around the empty room I headed to the bathroom dragging the cable visibly for the cameras to spot, the toilets vacant at this hours.

Roman was a great ex, not awful in bed and always generous to help his whore out for the tough jobs– after seven years he knew this made the jobs go quickly hence why I stole it in the first place. I wasn’t a fan but this wasn’t cheap, it fucked me up, I swore to stay off this crap– yet you were worth it. Growing up I heard of Mindstorm, and dreamed to one day be as well adjusted as him, after all our powers were so similar, but deep down yours truly was a bootleg version– until I took this. Now sitting on the toilet floor I placed a pen in my hand, tying it with tape, my notebook on the toilet lid, placing a handkerchief in between my teeth, sticking my toes apart I pressed the needle watching the compound V color my veins.

Holy fuck.

It was the best…

I could cum just from the first five second rush alone.

No longer a foggy unexplored map, I saw you in vignettes– You had nothing, no accounts for me to stalk, no secret Voughtify, Twitter, Facebook, Insta, Tiktok, VK, Weibo, Habbo? I'm still unsure how you knew what Habbo was even to this day. Livejournal, MySpace, Youtube account, Google+, Pinterest, not even a RYM or Pornhub account… Jesus– I was starting to scrape the bottom of this barrel with neopets (actually you did have one but you forgot the password so it wasn’t useful to me right in that instant!), or something like NHentai, Grindr…bumble…how did you live!?… but Homie you didn’t even have a fucking Tumblr! (of your own) you… you had nothing… and then it hit me… my book… I mean… could it be? Obviously you didn’t have a wattpad or fanfiction.net account, I was praying for an Ao3… even some weird Lit forum– I mean nice that you lurked the Chans to trash talk books.

Out of all the places you could’ve played pretend in… Goodreads? not even VReads? Not even your own company’s knockoff!? But my hand already took note of your username and password while seeing your home as you gave me this private room, heading upstairs to bury yourself on a small leather couch to sit down to read, it took me a second… you had… taste. From my wrongful assumptions I had pen you for a lover of classical Americana, cowboys and fifty’s pulp, classics made by men not even giving Bronte or Austen a chance, so I was surprise you were enjoying House of Leaves… that was unexpected, the fact you read at all was a surprise, the massive library around you had all sorts, from bargain bin trash to classical first editions, even sneak peaks at manuscripts before they had even hit the printers as if you were Miranda Priestly-- all for you. Books of every genre, plenty worn down and some untouched.

Standing up, I could clean the blood off my upper lip happily.

I packed my mess, ripping the tape off my hand cursing as my fingers ached from my wound.

It has been too long… each step lighter than before, everyone's mind now on the forefront.

“Help…” that’s all I could ask.

My mind was being assaulted by screaming babies experiencing discomfort for the first time, The rest of the Seven’s nervous racketeering, from the security guards on edge, the poor overworked folks in Crisis Management and Special Services, with an honorable mention to the lab rats below– somehow I stumbled upwards, light headed and blood trickling down my mouth.

I took the needle and threw it down the toilet, fumbling my way out of the bathroom.

Louder. louder. fuck I was going deaf. I could hurl all the blood out my body, I had taken too much, it should have been half of that.

“Someone… he…help me.”

This… this batch had been adulterated… somebody messed with this shit. Roman… I though.

Too many people talking, thinking, their childhood traumas playing without permission… oh that bitch… she fucking hates you, her hexes and curses distract me enough as I collapse in the ground.

“Homelander…” stop talking shit about Homelander was the last thing on my mind.

I don’t remember anything other than feeling something pressing against my sides.

But even in this state I couldn’t sleep, woken up by the sounds of your neighbors and staff, but you seemed quiet, your mind picturing the purple passages in vibrant colors.

“Sorry for the inconvenience.” Your couch isn’t exactly comfortable but the fur blanket does compensate for it– what… what time is it?”

“Past 1 a.m. What were you doing here again? spying?”

“Left my charger at my desk.” I said weakly barely getting upwards– I am so sorry, sir.”

“What did you take? Meth?”

“Heroin… bought the cheap shit… seems it wasn’t a good idea changing plugs.”

“So honest.”

“I hate liars. it's insulting” People lied to me all the time but by now I’ve grown jaded of people, you did too– am I fired?”

You could tell I was being genuine, you put your book down for a moment standing up to hand me my purse minus my handkerchief, studying my barely put together attire finding I was bare under it... like you.

“No. but I can’t let you leave either.”

“So a meeting with HR then…”

“Nothing like that, silly. You were bleeding quite a bit, rest then head home tomorrow morning.”

“Shouldn’t I head to the hospital?”

“I had someone check you up downstairs before I brought you here”

You slid towards me placing your nude finger on a loose hair strand, twirling it, watching me with those baby blues.

“Rest. We can talk about this in the morning.”

“You’re most kind John… I meant Homelander.”

I will admit I was exhausted, my head was throbbing and even talking to you was draining, so I slowly drifted back into my slumber watching my head drop near your thigh leaving your hand hovering above me.

“Thank you for being there for me… haven’t… haven’t experience that in a long time”

“experience what?” your voice is low and confused.

“kindness…you’re sweet…”

Homelander watched you counting the seconds in between your breathing. His finger tracing the shape of your cheeks brushing tenderly, a strange smile made home in his face.

Unlike the one he had right now while you told him your story.

#Homelander X Reader #Homelander Fanfic #The Boys fanfic #Amazon The Boys fanfic #my fic tag #can we be lonely together?#would post chapter 4 sometime this wk super busy with work and that chapter quite lenghtly.

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