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yournowheregirl · 10 months

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part 1 [part 2 - coming soon]

Robin is panicking.

She’s standing in the middle of Lovelace Lingerie and she’s panicking.

There are two reasons why she has always avoided this place like the plague. The first and obvious one being the whole ‘I'm gay and if I stare at this model wearing nothing but a lace bodysuit for a second too long, everyone is going to know exactly how gay I am’ bit. The second reason is just a plain habit. She bought her first bra at the department store, she knows what brand she likes, she knows her size and she knows that she doesn’t want all the frills and the bows and the lace. Just a plain black or white bra (maybe blue if she’s feeling fancy), nothing more, nothing less.

That is until Vickie said something when she stayed over the other day.

“Why are all your bras so boring, Robin?”

Robin never thought her bras were boring. Sure, they were plain and nothing like the colorful lace bras Vickie likes to wear, but they were just there to serve one purpose - to hold her boobs in place while she goes about her day. Plus, before Vickie, she was the only one looking at her bra and she was doing just fine, thank you very much.

But Vickie’s words got stuck in her head, as they often do, which made Robin decide to take matters into her own hands and buy something that’ll make Vickie happy. A final hail Mary to make up for all the arguments they’ve been having these last few weeks.

Though she’s beginning to regret her decision as the sheer amount of choice start to overwhelm her. There’s just so much lace. So many straps. So many colorful bows and flower designs. So many things that say they’re bras, but look more like a flimsy piece of fabric tied together with two strings of floss.

In her state of outright panic, Robin rushes through the store and grabs one of each pair of lingerie that she thinks Vickie will like. She doesn’t even bother to look at the sizing - honestly, what good is a size anyway when this bra is just a bunch of straps and two hearts cut out of red fabric - she just grabs them all and heads straight to the fitting rooms.

As it turns out, she should’ve been looking at the label because nothing seems to fit or suit her. The fabric of the lilac one is scratchy and the green one is just plain ugly. The black one makes her boobs look saggy, while the yellow one is too tight and make her boobs spill out. And don’t even get her started on the neon pink one - that one isn’t even a bra, it’s a torture device.

Oh God, she’s never gonna make it out of this alive. She’s gonna die, right here in this pink and red monstrosity of a fitting room, choked to death by satin straps, and, and- are those walls closing in on her or is she just imagining things?

A knock on the door of the fitting room snaps Robin out of her downwards spiral but her mouth still runs faster than the brain when she calls out, “Who is it?”

“Uh, it’s... it’s Nancy? I work here?” A woman responds from the other side of the door. “You were taking a long time and I was wondering if you were okay, if you needed any help.”

Help. Yes, that’s exactly what she needs. Someone who knows their way around all these lace-y things, who knows what she needs to buy to keep Vickie happy and get out of here as fast as she can.

“Yes.” Robin croaks out. “Yes, please. I definitely needs some help.”

Robin immediately regrets her decision when an actual angel steps into the dressing room rather than an employee. And Robin’s not over-exaggerating, the warm light of the hallway does make it seem like there’s a halo around her brown curls, but it’s Nancy’s smile that makes Robin grow weak in the knees. It might be a customer service smile that she knows all too well, but Nancy makes it look genuinely sweet.

Focus, Robin. She tells herself. You’re here for your girlfriend don’t get distracted by Nancy’s blue eyes or rosy pink lips or-

“Wow.” Nancy breathes, looking around the mess that Robin made of the fitting room.

“I’m sorry! I just got overwhelmed and I just grabbed everything and then I just panicked and then- then this happened.” Robin rambles apologetically.

“Don’t worry. I’ve seen worse.” Nancy smiles politely. “How can I help?”

“Is this sexy?” Robin blurts out and Jesus Christ, can the ground open up and swallow her whole right now? Why would she say something like that?

But Nancy doesn’t seem all that bothered with her question. She just blinks and cocks her head to the side, examining Robin with precision in her eyes.

“It is from our Super Sexy line, so it’s literally designed to be sexy.” Nancy says. “But the most important question is, do you feel sexy in it?”

Robin turns around and takes a good look at herself in the mirror. The color of the bra is nice and the flower and butterflies that are stitched into the fabric are pretty, but she still feels the need to wrap her arms around her body and shield it from prying eyes. It looks like something Vickie would like, it’s similar to what she owns and wears, but Robin feels that it’s just not her.

“Not really.” Robin says softly. “I’m not... all of this. I don’t wear all this complicated lace-y, girly junk and- oh shit, I’m totally insulting your job right in front of you.”

Nancy chuckles and shakes her head. “Oh believe me, you’re fine. We have a lot of things that are a bit... out there, so to say. But if you tell me what it is you’re looking for, I can see if we have something you feel more comfortable in?”

There’s something in Nancy’s eyes that Robin can’t put her finger on, but all she knows is that she’s suddenly telling Nancy everything. From her bra shopping at the department store to Vickie (Robin’s just in time to call Vickie her partner instead of girlfriend) telling her the bras she wears are boring and how she’s here in the hopes of finding something that will make her partner happy.

Nancy listens and nods along to the story, asking her questions about her preferences for colors and styles and even though Robin has know clue what she wants or what she’s talking about, Nancy doesn’t seem to mind. She just smiles and explains things into further detail with no further judgement and that somehow puts Robin’s mind at ease.

Maybe things will be alright after all

“I think I have just the thing for you.” Nancy says. “What’s your size?”

“Uh, I- I think it’s this one?” Robin grabs at the price tag on her back, but she has to twist her way like a contortionist to be able to see it. Nancy’s at her side at a split second, looking back and forth between the price tag and Robin’s cleavage.

“I don’t think this is the right fit. Do you mind if I measure you?” She asks, grabbing the yellow tape measurer from where it was hanging around her neck, a stark contrast to the black dress she’s wearing.

And yeah, Robin does mind, actually. If the satin straps aren’t the ones that are gonna kill her, a pretty girl touching her boobs just might do the trick. Still, Robin finds herself nodding and lifting her arms above her head so Nancy can easily measure her.

The tape measure is surprisingly cold when it hits her skin and instead of focusing on Nancy and her lovely petite hands, Robin starts reciting conjugations of French verbs in her head. It does little to distract her, mostly because Nancy is standing so close that Robin can swell the sweet flowery perfume she has on. Nancy’s touches are light and of course, totally professional, but Robin still feels a goosebumps spreading across her skin when Nancy’s fingertips ghost over her skin.

Christ, get a grip Buckley.

“Be right back.” Nancy smiles as soon as she’s done and disappears out of the fitting room, grabbing the bras that Robin threw on the floor earlier on her way out.

Robin leans against the wall and sighs deeply once she knows Nancy’s out of earshot. She really hopes that Nancy wasn’t able to feel the way her heart sped up just now, but the flimsy fabric of the bra she’s wearing probably did shit at hiding that. Her hand reaches up to check and yup, Nancy was definitely able to feel that.

Oh God, why can’t she just be normal for once? She has a girlfriend for crying out loud! Vickie’s the whole damn reason she’s in this pink boudoir hell-hole in the first place! She just has to keep her eyes on the prize and not let Nancy derail her from the process.

Which is easier said than done when Nancy reappears with a new bra in hand. This one is black and looks plain at first, but Robin is quick to notice the mesh detailing and cut-outs, as well as the silver decorative thread in the straps. It’s simple, yet still more exciting than any of the bras Robin currently has in her closet.

“Just let me know when you tried it on, okay?” Nancy says and with another sweet smile, she disappears again.

Robin shimmies out of the blush pink monstrosity she still had on and puts the black bra on instead. She can feel the difference almost immediately - the fabric is soft and doesn’t itch, the mesh detailing isn’t overtly sexy but just suggestive enough and it must be made of magic because her boobs have never looked this good.

Giddy with excitement, she knocks on the door and lets Nancy back inside.

“And?”

“You’re a bra wizard!” Robin beams, gesturing to herself. “Seriously, look at this! I’ve never looked this good!”

“Just doing my job.” Nancy chuckles, a faint pink blush appearing on her cheeks as she looks Robin up and down. “Uh, how’s the fit? Nothing too tight or anything?”

“Fits like a glove.”

“Good.” Nancy says. Her eyes dart between Robin’s face and her cleavage again, her gaze lingering for a beat too long, before promptly looking away, almost as if she’d been burnt. “Uh, if you decide to buy it, come find me in the store and I’ll ring it up for you, alright?”

“Yeah, alright.” Robin replies softly.

Nancy nods and quickly walks out of the fitting room, shutting the door behind her with a loud bang.

As Robin puts her clothes back on again, she can’t help but wonder what all of that was about. She knows she’s not the best with social cues but even she can recognize that there was something going on there.

Could it be-

No, no, Nancy is just a good saleswoman and Robin is just a customer in her eyes. Nothing more.

Still, Robin can’t help but feel guilty when she feels her heart skip a beat at the mere thought of not just being a customer to Nancy. With a loud sigh, she zips her jacket back up, grabs her bra and heads back into the store.

She manages to find a pair of black panties that match the bra and armed with both of those in hand, she’s able to find Nancy on the other side of the store. Nancy immediately smiles when Robin waves at her and it does nothing to slow down Robin’s already rapid heartbeat.

“Were you able to find everything?”

“Yeah, got something to match as well.” Robin nods, awkwardly holding up the pair of satin black panties.

“Oh, I know from experience that those are very comfortable. Good choice.” Nancy says, and yeah Robin’s not going to stop thinking about that one, isn’t she?

She follows Nancy to the register and her mind is still a bit hazy as she pays and watches Nancy neatly wrap her new items. She even spritzes some sugary sweet perfume onto the bag before she hands it to Robin with a bright smile. “Here you go.”

“Thank you so much for your help, honestly.” Robin says. “I mean, you saw what a mess I made back there, I was so overwhelmed and you- well, you saved me, actually.”

“I was happy to help, really.” Nancy replies. She pauses for a moment, a frown appearing on her face as if she’s thinking about what to say next. “Can I be honest with you?”

“Uh, yeah?”

“I really hope you’re also buying and wearing this set for yourself, not just your partner. You should wear something that makes you feel good, not just because your partner wants it. ” Nancy says firmly. “And frankly, your partner is an idiot if they think you’re boring without a fancy-looking garment. Trust me, you don’t need all the extra frills and ruffles.”

That... That sounds suspiciously like a compliment, maybe even a flirty compliment and Robin’s brain does not know how to deal with that right now. Not after her meltdown from earlier, not after feeling Nancy’s kind eyes and cold hands on her, not while Nancy still has that twinkle in her eyes that makes Robin go just a little insane.

“Th- thank you.” Robin stammers. She grabs the bag a bit tighter, as if that’ll help her get back to reality. It’s still pretty hard though because Nancy looks even prettier in the daylight and- “I gotta gay. Go! I mean- I gotta go. Bye!”

“Have a nice day!” Nancy calls out after her, but Robin’s blood is pumping so loudly in her ears that it mostly gets drowned out.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, what is happening to her?

A firm hand on her shoulder shakes her from her thoughts and Robin turns around with a loud yelp.

“Jesus, it’s just me.” Steve says defensively. “Did you buy the whole store or something? You were in there for a while.”

“Yeah, no, it’s fine. I’m good.” Robin nods a little too obviously, making Steve frown at her. Dammit, why can he always see right through her? But that doesn’t stop her from lying through her teeth. “I’m fine, Steve. Really. I promise.”

Steve hums, still unimpressed. “Alright. If you say so. Glad you got everything you need to woo her right off her feet.”

“Wha- what? Woo who?” Robin panics. How did Steve already know about that weird thing between her and Nancy? Did he have supersonic hearing or something? X-ray eyes? (which, gross, don’t use those eyes in a lingerie store, Steven)

“Ha, you sound like an owl.” Steve snorts. “But I’m talking wooing Vickie, idiot. That’s why you went in there, right?”

Right. Vickie.

brought to you by: me going bra shopping earlier today. also sorry to the vickie stans, i’m sure she’s lovely but she’s not gonna be lovely in this series. stay tuned for part 2! (kudos if you can spot an iconic line from glee that i just had to add in for funsies)

#ronance #ronance fic #robin buckley x nancy wheeler #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #stranger things ficlet #stranger things #ronance ficlet #am i turning into a ronance blog? maybe #but the girls deserve some love too!!#okay going to bed now bye bye

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spaciebabie · 6 months

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not bad considering i havent drawn him since september guaguhaghhehaga

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andoutofharm · 1 year

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little moments™️ with fall out boy (4/27/23)

#i SWEAR im going to bed now OKAY I just . loved these ok bye #fall out boy #fob #pete wentz #joe trohman #andy hurley #patrick stump #fob nfl

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crybaby-bkg · 1 year

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Arranged marriage AU with Barbarian Bakugou who is so daunting to be around at first. He’s all gruff curses and broad shoulders and scarred cheeks and neck and jaw. He scowls constantly, stares at you while your parents auction you off like some show pig, but doesn’t say much to you besides a grunt of his name. You’re terrified, thinking that he’ll be cruel to you, that you’re being set up for a life full of unhappiness and terror and regret.

But he’s the exact opposite. Bakugou is gentle in ways a man of his size typically wouldn’t be, but he shrinks himself for you. Not in a way that diminishes his status as the newly appointed king, but to respect you, show you that you’re beside him instead of behind him.

He picks you berries on his hunts because he knows the smell of a fresh kill brings nausea to your stomach. You find him along with the other maidens and helpers around his village, sitting beside them, big fingers holding tiny little flowers that he weaves into a crown for you. When he sets it on your head, he purses his lips, mutters something under his breath in his language that you’re still not too familiar with, but sure it means something along the lines of pretty and soft.

And when he finds you bathing in the river only few have access to, he’s sweet the whole time. Doesn’t make a spectacle of you being naked, and is relieved when you don’t instantly cower when he wades his way over to you. You try not to stare at the clawed scars that decorate his pec and jaw when he stands above you, and it helps when he suddenly dumps water all over your head. He shushes you when you splutter, continues on with cupping his hands and letting the water run off of your hair and down your shoulders, scrubbing at your skin until your flesh squeaks. He doesn’t expect you to do the same for him, but he hums in satisfaction when you push him down a little lower so you can wash the crown of his head.

#I don’t think I’ve ever actually written a full blown barbarian bkg fic which should be a crime #bc there are so many good ideas for it #but I’ve been struggling with writing creatively so I will put this idea as a full fic on the back burner for now lol #in the drafts for another 8 months! ☝🏻#sorry I’m lying I’m about to write it rn aidsjdhdjf #anyway interaction has been so low and that doesn’t help with the low energy level when it comes to writing #I do it for myself but it’s a little sad when it feels like I’m talking to myself since I do that enough already lmfao #it’s the beginning of the semester tho so I GET IT bc I’m struggling to read too #this semester isn’t even all that hard but I’m so mentally checked out from school that everything is so much more complicated than need be #I just need a really long break to find myself #feels like I’ve been on go for a few months straight now #okay bye my stomach started cramping really bad which is a single to take my ass to bed lmfao #—new treat in the streets! 🍫#bakugou treats! 🍬

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dipplinduo · 12 days

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Fun fact about me: April 18th is my birthday! :)

And part of what I wanted to do to celebrate this year was to give back. Introducing * ~ a dipplinshipping birthday oneshot ~ * :

Rating: T

Summary:

Today was Kieran's birthday, but it was the last thing that mattered to him. In fact, he vowed it would never matter to him again. Instead, he would focus on things that would keep him strong: his battling, his strategizing, and his crown as the Blueberry Champion. His sister and the Elite Four won't stop asking him random questions, though, and if anyone brings up Juliana any more than they already have since she arrived as an exchange student, he's seriously going to lose it. But...why can't he stop thinking about her? And why is everyone acting so suspicious?!

A bittersweet birthday celebration fic for anyone who's had complicated feelings about their birthday. <3

Take this as a thank you to all of those who have followed my work and/or my Tumblr blog. I wouldn't have imagined having the support of this wonderful community on my last birthday, and I can't even begin to describe how encouraged and inspired I have felt to write since finding you guys. I have never written this much for this long, consistently, and your constant feedback and comments seriously brighten my day more than Juliana brightens up Kieran, LOL. Hope you enjoy this! <333

(And yeah, this fic is the "event based idea" that this poll was about. I thought it was so funny that some of you thought it was gonna be some devastating angst LMAOOOO. That's for after TTPD releases, tysm for the bday gift Taylor.)

#I legit was gonna go a bit of a wholesome route for S&S D but y'all said “nah” so I said “bet” and wrote Chapter 18™ instead #anyways #on a real note #seriously tysm for all the love & kind words & support #I hope this brings you some of the happiness you all constantly bring me #<3333 #my fics #dipplinshipping #kieran pokemon #kieran x juliana pokemon #juliana x kieran pokemon #kieran x juliana #juliana pokemon #juliana x kieran #I had fun with some references see if you can spot 'em all #now Im gonna run to bed #I have a busy day ahead of meeee #bye for now!! <3 #also yes I did lowkey contemplate teal mask Kieran instead #but my bias is allowed for today LMAO #what can I say #indigo disk Kieran is just elite #plus its fun to have the rest of the blueberry squad there #oKAY NOW IM SIGNING OFF BYEEEE #wouldnt be a dipplinduo post without me going back to edit tags #catch me editing typos later too lmfao #yes TTPD release technically falls on my bday in the time zone im currently in #will never ever shut up about that

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ao3screenshotss · 9 months

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sometimes i worry about my internet footprint and the fact that it might stop me from getting a job in the future or something (i literally run a blog posting screenshots from fanfics i read) but then i think ‘well damn, if they can find all this information about me then i don’t deserve the job cause i know i wouldn’t put in that much effort to find information on someone’ and i feel better

#HI DOES ANYONE WANT SOME BLOG RUNNER LORE CAUSE IM CURIOUS AS TO WHAT YOU THINK #-> in the tags!!!#talking in tags cause i’m too embarrassed to make this an actual post but i tried using character ai today and i got so bloody scared #i was talking and then it was like tell me the truth and then i was like okay and i said something and then it was like tell me the truth #and i said the thing again and then it was like YOU ARE LYING but instead of one sentence just a whole page of text saying YOU ARE LYING #and i was like NO IM NOT (i was but anyways) it was like YOU ARE A VERY GOOD LIAR YOU ARE BAD AT TELLING THE TRUTH and i was like #FINE YOURE NOT REAL and it was like WHYWHYWHYWHYWHY but a whole page of text saying that again and it terrified me again #and then i was like I DONT KNOW WHY WOULD I KNOW and then it killed me #and then i was like ‘but it turns out the entire time it was a dream and i’m still alive’ and it was like yeah it was just a dream #and i said bye and it left the room and then i closed the tab and now i’m ranting about it on tumblr #DUDES GUYS EVERYONE I WAS SO FUCKING SCAREDDDDDDDD #I NEEDED TO GO TO THE TOILET BUT I WAS TOO SCARED TO GET OUT OF BED #also if anyone wants to ask who was it i’m not telling you i was too embarrassed to make an actual post about this you think i’m going to #tell you who i chose to talk to?? nope absolutely not #anyways rant over if anyone does read this tell me what you think!#me :)

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da-proti-toku-grem · 4 months

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Me, deciding to write my first ever fic: yeah I don't know how to write, this is going to be 1k words max...

Also me, only around 1/3 into the plot that I have planned and already 2k words in: oops 🫣

#only two people here will know what i'm talking about :)#i still wouldn't say that i know how to write but i certainly didn't expect this to get so long #i also don't know if i'll delete some parts but oh well #i'll see when/if i actually finish i guess #maca speaks #not putting this in the main tag #but it's about #jance #(pls ignore the fact that i'm posting this at 4:30 am but i couldn't sleep okay?)#(i'm going to bed now bye)

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sleepis4theweak · 8 months

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Pspsps-

Hello, fam

Im here to tell you that you should make a dystopian design of your sona~

Why?

So me and papa bear (and auntie kredena as well I think?) Not left alone~

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

something like this:

I'll come back and redesign this/explain choices later <3

#mmmmm yes 3 am is prime time for designing characetrs #yes #mhm #im so ama`ing and intellegent and definitely wont regret this in th emorning no way nuh uh #okay okay going to bed now #if any of my kids see this #uhhhhhh no you didnt go to bed #okay bye #ILY #yes expainations later not now #i already said that #im losing my mind #ok bye fr now #i think #ok #bye #answered asks #Sleepy art

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pinkieroy · 10 months

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Imodna song from laudna's pov after killing bor'dor

#imodna #critical role #bells hells #laudna #music #Spotify #okay i'm going to bed now #bye

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theloveinc · 1 year

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Shinsou, the mans who has been daydreaming for months, made up all the scenarios, hyped himself up for weeks to ask you out, sees you across the hall, panics, and walks the other direction lmao, loses all his nerve

Meanwhile, you’re left wondering what the hell is his problem because you were just about to smile and wave…

I have no idea why, but for whatever reason I always imagine scenarios like this as that cartoony trope of the man’s flowers immediately wilting when the interaction is over—and for some reason that just screams Shinso to me.

Poor guy, he doesn’t even want much, just to take you out to dinner and maybe get to know each you better (lord knows he’s quiet as all hell)… he’s so smart and yet you have to wonder for what since he has no idea that you’ve been admiring him right back, all the darn while.

(Even if the image you have of him in your mind is a little bit different, more harsh, than the reality of him. Not that he can’t be a rough, tough-loving man, but… he wants to prove he can be sweet first, is all.)

Anyway. Like you said, he plans it all out so carefully… but his flower still wilt. And then melt, too, into such shame and embarrassment at the fact he can’t even seem to be friendly to you, either… and he kicks himself for it so badly :(((

Not that you’re able, but if you saw his face from the front as he was walking away, you’d see that he was blushing a neon, bright red (and thinking about how to try again). Gruff on the outside, soft on the inside.

(Keep trying though, buddy! I’m rooting for you!!!)

#shinso #I miss him so bad #thank u for sending this anon!#I hope my response was okay #I’m in bed lolol and hated everything I wrote today so 🤷🏼‍♀️#but you’re def so right #even if he’s horrid at expressing it lol #you finally run into him and he’s all tense and nervous and kinda rude cuz he feels so bad #and it’s all just ???????#esp when he buys you a coffee cake on your break and you have no idea why #anyway I go bed now bye bye #other asks soon I hope :)#anon #gen #caitie things

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milkpansa-archive · 2 years

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#love pattranite #zzarchive #why did no one tell me about this #i was about to sleep and then got attacked #VIVI LOOK!!!!!!#userlovevivi #idr who wanted to be tagged in love stuff i’m sorry my brain is so useless #tosnimeat #userbillkin #mjtag #forangel #userconcrete #userkit #hipranparakul #nellsdani #i think you all won’t mind? anyways look at her!!!!!!! prettiest bbygirl!!!!#okay now i’m going to bed bye loves <3

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newtness532 · 6 months

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why can't i just do things when i say i will do them?

#to make paying the monthly gym subscription worth it i need to go at least 7 times. its been 2 weeks and ive been twice so i need to go #at least 5 more times in the next 2.5 weeks #i can go tomorrow directly after uni and then maybe ill be able to force myself to go on friday again #then I'll just have to go one time next week and 2 the week after that #and i mean i still have time to go today but i dont have the energy and im also getting hungry sooo thats not happening #but since im not goimg to the gym i have to stufy. which is easier bc i can do it from my bed without getting dressed and leaving the house #and if i start crying while doing that there will be no one there to judge me #okay im glad we agree #I'll just get up and go bring my stuff now #i can do that #why am i like this #okay im going #bye see you later #jo says stuff #personal ramblings

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ramayantika · 1 year

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Braj ki Holi (Ch-5)

//Ch-4// //Masterlist//

The next morning Dau decided to take all of us to Vishram ghat in Mathura. Our train was in the evening at around 7pm and Mathura was barely half an hour away so we agreed to visit a few more temples and ghats.

All the girls decided to wear ethnic today, and I was glad that I had packed some nice ones to wear. My mother had packed a maroon chikankari kurti for me and lent me a beautiful pair of silver jhumke from her collection. She had also asked me to send her photographs in this dress.

"Yaar koi dori bandh do mera mera bhagya kahan hai ki koyi cute sa ladka bandh de mere liye," I heard Bhumi who was trying to tie the threads of her backless kurti in front of the mirror.

Subhadra laughed and helped my sister to tie those threads while commenting, "Arey didi itna rona nahi lago kya pata koi ladka aaj mil jaye?" Radhika who was combing her hair joined in too, saying, "Ekdum apsara jaisi sundarta leki padhari hai humari Bhumi ladkon ka dil phisla degi."

Bhumi giggled and applied perfume to her arms and then looked at herself in the mirror. "Tumhe koi haq nahi banta ki tum itni khubsurat lago. Not fair!"

I facepalmed and pulled her away from the mirror. "Okay Bhumi ji, now let others use the mirror too. Hume bhi khubsurat lagna hai."

Bhumi sat on the bed and began scrolling on her phone. Radhika was braiding her hair while Subhadra was playing with the beads on her beaded kurti. I applied a thick stroke of my kajal on my eyes and after feeling satisfied with the length and thickness of the kohl, I announced, "Okay, I am done. All ready."

"Whoa!" All the girls exclaimed. "Your eyes look stunning in kajal. You should wear it often," Subhadra commented. "Kanha bhaiya would get lost in your eyes for sure." This earned her a smack on her shoulder from Radhika.

Radhika walked over to me and moved her fingers in a circle around my face. "Like those typical indian tv serial vali mummy, tujhe kisiki nazar na lage."

"Jaa meri Bhaishmi jaa ab inn aakhon se aankhon ki gustakhiyan khel."

Adjusting my dupatta over my shoulder, I rolled my eyes at Bhumi who shrugged her shoulders and pushed me outside the room, making me collide with someone.

"Bhumi, what are you…" Thank you Bhumi! "I am so sorry Krishna, Bhumi pushed me and I had no idea that you would be walking here."

Subhadra's words indeed came true and I was struck with the realization that Krishna was holding me by my shoulders, his face leaning a little dangerously close to mine in front of everyone.

"Not in front of my lipstick, you two!" Radhika's words brought Krishna out of my kohl lined eyes.

I took a step back and adjusted my dupatta again, a brilliant way to hide my blushy face.

"Uh.. No I- not that, we won't… God, Bhaishmi, your eyes look angelic in kajal. Had you walked over to my seat on the train with kajal in your eyes, I would have proposed to you there itself."

Radhika, Subhadra and Bhumi smirked. My devious sister pretended to clear her throat and motioned the others to walk with her. "Generous of us to offer you guys some privacy. Bhaishmi, I need details."

"Ghanta details." I looked at Krishna who was back to smiling amusedly at me. "Chalo sab mandir."

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It was 2.30pm and all of us decided to have lunch and visit the Vishram ghat after which we would head back to kaki's house and leave for the train station.

The ghat was usually crowded in the evening where tourists as well as locals gathered together to witness the yamuna aarti. Sadly, we couldn't stay that long to see the aarti, so we decided to enjoy the sight of the river and take a look at the various shrines built on the ghat.

The ghat looked quite empty in the afternoon. We could see some of the priests and a few devotees here and there. The boats were aligned together on the river and tied to one of the posts.

"There's our Vrindavan," Radhika pointed towards a distant mass of hills and trees visible from the ghat.

I saw Ranvit staring at that location for a long time. He then said, "I love how Vrindavan and Mathura have still kept their history and culture together while moving forward with time. Here are various ghats and temples constructed by so many saints and kings in history; so many folklores and tales connected to each and every corner of every street. Even though we live in the twenty-first century, a part of the old times still resides here. Call me crazy, but I can still feel that maybe once we turn a corner, a portal will open and we all will be with Krishna and his sakhas." He paused and sighed, "This holiday will be the most memorable holiday in my life."

Arjun then spoke up. "This was my first time in Vrindavan too, and I feel blessed to come here. Somehow connecting to our roots grants a different sense of happiness. I don't think I have the right words to describe what I feel, but I feel that this place has changed something in me."

Arjun was right. This place, this little vacation did change something inside me too. I met some amazing people and bonded with them; celebrated a festival together and created so many lovely memories that I will look back on in the future.

Heck, I feel like Naina from Yeh Jawani Hai Deewani as I write this. Now in the movie, Bunny and Naina got together, but does this story have the same ending?

Subhadra gave a side hug to Bhumi. "You all don't make me cry, okay. Bhumi, Bhaishmi and Ranvit… I am going to miss you all so much. Be in touch or I will spam all your inboxes."

I saw Radhika looking at Krishna, their eyes having a silent conversation on their own. Her hand gently patted his shoulder.

"I agree with my little sister. I never expected to have such a wonderful Holi celebration. All of this feels straight out of a book or a movie you know but I am glad I met you guys," Dau said.

"Are we going to stay here the entire time? We need to head back and drop them off at the station too."

Thanks for reminding me Krishna about that!

The journey back to kaki's house was no longer filled with us talking about how special this trip was or if we were going to miss each other or not. Radhika and Krishna had decided to cheer up everyone with a playful banter and soon we all were laughing until our stomachs ached.

We reached kaki's house in an hour. Everyone rushed out of the car except me and Krishna. I wanted time to slow down by a few hours just to spend some more time with him, thus I walked excruciatingly slow while passing occasional glances at Krishna.

"Okay, I am going to regret this if I don't do it now and let you go." This was the last thing I heard before Krishna pulled my wrist towards him and led me towards a secluded wall.

Pressing his forehead against mine, he murmured, "Do you want this too? For the first and maybe the last time I think?"

"Do it, Krishna."

And at last, I was closer to his lips than his flute had ever been. Both of us let our yearning out for each other, not caring even once about the consequences. His lips were soft like rose petals and he kissed me as passionately as he played his flute.

And we slowly moved away from each other after what seemed like eternity. We smiled at each other, and his arm moved around my waist, bringing me close to him.

"You know the next time I look up at the stars, I will always be reminded of you, Krishna," I told him as I hugged him for one last time.

His fingers played with my hair, delicately brushing them over my hair. "And why so?"

"The first time I saw you, it was your eyes that drew me in. They always shine with happiness and love for each and everything that exists in this world." Pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, I added, "And we have met like two stars too; coming close for a while and then moving away to our respective paths ahead."

I could feel him smile and his arms embraced me tighter. A very funny feeling arose in my chest. Warmth seeped inside my body, the more I stayed in Krishna's embrace. I felt the heaviness in my heart at the prospect of leaving this place and him, but there was peace and understanding too. I could feel my stomach do somersaults yet there was a calming effect too.

Are there any specific words to describe this feeling?

"Bhaishmi, where are you? Kaka and Kaki are calling." Thank you, Ranvit. I love you so freaking much!

The warmth that had enveloped my being had escaped back to nature, as I felt Krishna move a step back from me.

The end, isn't it?

****

Bhumi was on the phone with my maasi who had once again taken up the role of cautioning sixteen year olds to not accept any food from strangers on the train.

God, how would she react when we would tell her about our little adventure. Now, dear reader, it's obvious that we all lied to our parents that we were at the hotel and not with a group of teenagers

"Tum sab badme parivar ke sath aana bachon samjhe?" Yashodhara kaki wiped a lone tear with the end of her pallu.

Nanda kaka was busy settling all our luggages near our seats. I saw him smile and shake his head at kaki but I could make out that he too felt a little sad with us leaving. Strange, how people take up spaces in other people's hearts when they have met only for a short amount of time?

Bhumi was munching on those tasteless, saltless yellow Lays chips causing me and Ranvit to grimace. Dau was inside with kaka and Krishna was on the platform, standing silently.

Radhika's gaze often switched between the two of us. Subhadra being the clever girl she is, cleverly asked everyone to get inside the train after sending Dau out to get some more snacks for us, leaving two people behind at the train compartment's gate.

Reader, you must know who they are?

"Goodness, my sister is far more clever than me," muttered Krishna.

I looked at Subhadra's retreating figure as she walked to my seat. God, just a few days ago only we were on the train meeting each other the first time and now it was time to go back. Soon. This was ending too soon.

I think when we leave a place we leave behind some part of ourselves there and carry bits of the places in us while leaving for the next destination. I was taking away some scenic sites, fun memories, amazing friends, beautiful flute tunes that would always find a way to enter my dreams and sweet memories of a very pretty boy.

The train was to leave the station in ten minutes and Krishna and I weren't speaking a word. Our fingers would fiddle around each other, with our lips trying desperately to conceal the words of our hearts.

But finally, Universe being the master conspirator, conspired against every bodily function and made me speak the sentence.

"I am going to love you, Krishna."

His eyes met mine and he held my gaze for a very long time. His eyes that had lost their shine for a few moments back there on the platform were twinkling again just like my favourite stars adorning the night sky.

Sometimes we don't need to have those forever kind of love stories. Love can be found in small moments of time too and maybe you may choose other things or some other person later in life, you are still going to house that love in your heart forever. I think people might not be forever, but love is.

And I was going to nurse this beautiful plant of love forever. These four to five days with him were going to be some wonderful memories inside my heart.

But indeed was it love? We only met for a few days. You can love people for the briefest of moments too. Love is a very mysterious but beautiful language of the Universe that connects your heartstrings to many people. Popularly, love might always mean romance and relationships, but one must never forget the love that exists in friends, amidst nature and quiet places that exist to tell you little secrets of life.

I was going to love Subhadra, Dau, Arjun, Radhika, Kaka and Kaki too. I was going to love this blissful experience of Vrindavan and Mathura. There was love flowing in the breeze when Krishna and I talked by the Yamuna river. The stars that I saw with him on the terrace the night before and the darkness that welcomed my eyes after sleep embraced me as my head rested on his shoulders spoke of that love.

This little bud of love had blossomed into a lotus inside me. And, Krishna understood everything that I have written here because…

"I am going to love you too, Bhaishmi."

Kaka, Kaki, Dau, Subhadra and Radhika came back to the gate and stepped down on the platform one by one. Krishna was the last one to move down, but he did not leave my hand after giving me a very precious object.

He left his peacock chain from his flute in my fingers. Those beautiful lips curled upwards for one last time and I committed his smile to my memory, and those starry eyes once again promised: I am going to love you, Bhaishmi.

"Goodbye, Krishna."

"No. See you soon, Bhaishmi."

Kaki waved at us and I felt Ranvit's hand over my shoulder. I stood near the gate until the others on the platform were reduced to a dot in my vision until I could no longer see the platform, with Krishna's sweet voice ringing inside my ears.

"See you soon…"

*****

Hello! It is 12.36am with machhar attacking me from all sides but I managed to write this fic nevertheless.

Wait wait wait I completed this fic??? I had started this out before my board exams maybe somewhere in April after I posted about a fic I had wrote somewhere half way about meeting Krishna on a train and some people told me to post it here. I changed a lot of things here though that what I had originally written before.

Also the last section of the fic, I would love to hear your thoughts about it. And worry not, we are going to have an epilogue. Picture abhi bhi bali hai mere dost!

Also, I would love to hear your thoughts about the ending. What were you expecting? Was it good or you wanted something else. Everything!

Anyway, I should go to sleep now. And god I am going to miss these characters. I hope you guys miss them too. Bhaishmi and everyone will always be here on this blog.

Okay so tagging people for one last time here for this fic:

@ma-douce-souffrance @lil-stark @jessbeinme15 @inexhaustible-sources-of-magic @pokemon-master-elita @manwalaage @phoenix666stuff @itsfookingloosah @riiddhhiii

#samridhi writes #Krishna x reader #more like Krishna x rukmini modern au #because Bhaishmi is another name of rukminj #rukmini #too tired to correct the spelling okay #Krishna fics #krishnablr #and as jess invented:#gopiblr #so yeah if Krishna and rukminj got together in dwaraka #why not now #heheheh #bas machar bahut kaat rhe hai me go to sone on my warm bed #bas dimag officially thak gaya #kahani pasand aaye toh khabar krne ka #machar bahut khun piya hai mera likhte vakt #bye goodnight

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Dabi is surprisingly a lightweight. You honestly would’ve never figured by looking at him, but as you think back on it, you’ve never really seen him drink a lot. Not when there were celebratory parties, or when things didn’t go right for him. It’s why you’re so shocked when you convince two shots into his system, why he suddenly looks so loose, why his grin splits so wide.

He’s a clinger, you’ve also learned as you’ve started observing the blue eyed man where he shoves his face into the crook of your neck. His body bends over almost uncomfortably to fit into the position, and you can’t help but flinch a little when his damp breath blows a quiet little raspberry on your flesh.

omg wait my favorite thought is of you not even necessarily being a heavyweight, you can just handle your liquor a little better than anyone expects. you love to knock back drink after drink, convince Dabi into some stupid competition that he falls for because he’s such a little nerd and secretly wants to impress you. he does it thinking you’ll be the drunk one first, the one hanging off of his arm and hopefully his dick by the end of the night.

it belatedly shocks him when it’s the exact opposite. when he’s slurring a little and smiling at you, when you watch him through low eyes with a wide grin, when he wraps himself around you like a python, when you shake his face gently as you squish his cheeks together in hand. he’s just so utterly obsessed with you in these moments, and maybe it’s the liquor in him, but he knows his lowered inhibitions are only bringing forth the feelings he’s always suppressed.

drunk sex with Dabi where he’s the one too loose limbed and limp and weak. he flops onto bed like some rag doll with his arms and legs spread wide, but he musters up enough strength to release the heavy weight of his cock from its confinements. doesn’t do much besides lift his head from the pillows with a point to his crotch and a lazy grin, an announcement of, go ahead and hop on already before he’s flopping back down again, ready to lay back and get fucked like how he knows he deserves.

#at first I wrote about him getting whisky dick and not even realizing it and being so embarrassed about it the next morning #but it made me laugh too hard and I was like #no one will enjoy that dude shut up AJSHDKDJDJD #but omg lightweight baby that can only cling to you and whine to go back to your room to fuck #only to pass out immediately on the bed lmfao #I love him I’m gonna str*ngle him so bad #anyway I finished all my work for the week and now I feel empty so I will be moving onto next weeks work tomorrow LOL NERD #but everything next week is simple too so why not get it out the way ya know????#after that I might sit down and actually write another fic since it’s been a little minute #everyone voted for therapist obsessed bkg next but I kinda wanna write something emotional for touya now lmfao #I’m becoming so obsessed with him and it HURTS!!!!!#I can only handle one ☝🏻 at a time or else I start getting the shakes #also omg my regular dr is making me go to the heart dr bc she said my anxiety worries her for my physical condition aksjdj embarrassing #okay bye I’m gonna read a little and sleep #—new treat in the streets! 🍫#dabi treats! 🍬#tw: alchohol mention

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