Me: “Uuuh, let’s se what cool and whiminscal outfit can I use tomorrow 😁✨
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Ah, no, I have PE, forget it 😒”
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WHY DO I LOVE PEOPLE WHO ARE COMPLETE ASSHOLES LIKE WTF IS WRONG WITH ME
Damnit
I hate myself
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AS SAID BY THE INQUISITOR, PART 2 ┊ accepting
“Relax. This isn’t an interrogation.”
“Besides — you’re far too young for pearls of wisdom. Just sit down and listen to the old men yap for a minute, then we can make our way out of here.”
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ngl I’ve been obsessed with with Gintoki Sakata lately, why can’t I find any good fics with him 😭
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Roses and Thorns: Another Coffeeshop AU
TW: Stalking, Violence, Language, Drugs, Alcohol | 18+
Anna warns the other girls that she thinks someone’s been following her home after close. Hiro is an idiot and doesn’t realize it’s him.
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[[MORE]]“Yeah, I don’t know… maybe I’m just being paranoid but I swear someone’s following me after work.” Anna whispers to her coworker, Trina. “It’s been happening for a bit I think. You should be careful when you leave, ok?”
“Yeah, I will, but what about you? Do you need someone to walk you home?” Trina’s brow wrinkles in genuine concern; she was always a sweetheart, ever since Anna started working here.
“Nah I’ll be good- I can take care of myself!” Anna raises her arm in a Rosie the Riveter style pose and winks, before grabbing her tray of drinks and heading off to serve the VIP section. The club shift was never her favorite part of the day, but she got way better tips doing bottle service than she did upstairs making coffee. Even if some of the club’s patrons got a bit too handsy with her sometimes, she knew Hiro or one of the other bouncers would swoop in before she even had a chance to call for them. Honestly, everyone here was so kind and attentive! Probably the best place she’d ever worked, despite the crazy hours. Such was the life of a bottle girl, she supposed.
Weaving through the crowd, Anna sauntered her way to the back of the club, where a short hallway gave way to the private VIP rooms. The clack of her heels brought the bouncer at the end of the hall to attention, giving Anna a slight nod to let her know he was watching out for her. She smiled back at him. The guys never spoke to her much, but she liked to give them extra espresso in the mornings as thanks anyway.
Knock twice, wait for an answer, then close the door behind you. Gives them time to put clothes back on and hide the drugs, Anna learned. Assuming they even cared about hiding those things. As always she smiled and giggled her way through work, hiding her grimace as best she could when they insisted on sticking cash in the low neckline of her top. She hated how much she had to be touched. As much as she used her looks to her advantage, she hated the attention. A swish of her hips and flick of her hair before she slipped out the door, and finally she could breathe. By the time the bar closed at 3AM, she was more than ready to head home.
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It was the same every day. Hiro would conduct his business for the club, make sure she got home safely, and write his report. Rinse and repeat. This girl had the strictest schedule for someone so bird-brained. So how had he not noticed someone following her? He’d almost fallen out of his seat when he overheard the conversation from the end of the bar. A stalker? On his watch? Unacceptable. Boss would have his head. He had to fix this, now.
Hiro had to be more vigilant than usual tonight, as clearly this stalker was some kind of pro to have avoided detection this long. Was he dangerous? Or just some chud with a crush? Anna was a high-value target for a number of reasons, some of which she didn’t even know. Trafficking, ransom, intel- there’s plenty someone could want from her. He was so lost in his train of thought that he nearly missed it when Anna took a quick turn down a street she didn’t usually take. Was he here? Did Hiro miss it? Where is she-
Something jammed into his gut as he turned the corner, and he felt the all too familiar crackle of electricity shoot through his veins. A fucking taser? You’ve gotta be joking. Hiro grit his teeth and fought the urge to double over, looking up at the assailant and grabbing their wrist to pull the device away from him.
“Hiro?!” It was Anna. Hiro saw the emotions slip across her face as the pieces finally clicked to a conclusion. “You’re the fucking stalker?!”
“What?! No, I- Why the fuck did you tase me?!” He growled up at her, clutching his stomach where the muscles still hadn’t released fully.
“BECAUSE YOU’VE BEEN FOLLOWING ME! What the hell is your problem?! Are you some kind of pervert, or-” Anna yelled back, frantic and angry. She tried to wrench her arm out of his grip, but he pulled her wrist above her head and pinned her against the brick wall beside them.
Pervert?! How dare she!
“Hold on a fucking minute you crazy broad, I’m not a fucking pervert!” He stretched up to his full height despite the pain, looming so close her nose nearly poked his chin. The nose she had high in the air, defiantly keeping his gaze along with a tight grip on the taser. “I was making sure you fucking got home safe, alright?! I heard you talking about a stalker and figured I’d take care of it!” It wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t the whole truth either. But she didn’t need to know the whole truth.
“Then why the hell didn’t you just walk me home, like a normal fucking person?” Anna gave him a look that was equal parts aggravation and confusion. Like he was some kind of idiot. He hated that look.
“I have my reasons, alright?” Hiro sighed and stepped back, letting her wrist go now that he was pretty sure she wouldn’t use the taser on him again. He looked away, down the street and back the way they’d come.
She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Fine, ok whatever. I’m sorry for tasing you. Just stop being an idiot and walk with me next time, ok? You scared the shit out of me.” She leaned over to meet his gaze, hands on her hips like a mother scolding a child. He hated that look, too. Hiro rolled his eyes and broke her stare again.
“Yeah, whatever. Get home already, it’s late.” He began to walk off in the other direction, assumedly towards his own apartment, though she had no idea where he lived.
“Wait, where are you going? Are you gonna finish walking me home?” Anna called after him, only half-teasing. She smirked when he turned and gave her a comically raised eyebrow. “You might as well finish the job, right?”
“…. No.” Hiro growled.
“So you’re just gonna leave me here?? For the next perv to come along?” She was basically poking a bear, but she had to admit the faces he made were pretty silly. He sighed again and turned on his heel, grabbing her by the arm as he passed. She smiled. Even when he was clearly frustrated, he was still gentle with her.
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today’s episode of sensory hell
bad texture bad texture wrong outfit binder bad no binder wait no need binder boobs bad bad texture bad texture comfy jeans? not comfy jeans new outfit (2x) bad texture hair weird hair fine why is forehead so big pick skin pick skin pick skin beanie bad hair weird glasses? hungry not hungry binder evil evil evil dry skin socks weird dry skin dry skin…..
and so on
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i finished the seven husbands of evelyn hugo.
“and for anyone tempted to kiss the TV tonight, please don’t chip your tooth”
OH MY GOD ARE WE SERIOUS! six star read oh my gof oh ymgdo
edit: i was just informed that this author is a zionist 💔! if you can’t buy secondhand, do not read. : )
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Walking with guys my age makes me feel so out of place. At least with that group I ended up walking home with yesterday, they were all tall, had full beards, and spoke with a lot of slang. Meanwhile, I had a coat on, a shaved face, a cheeky smile, rosy cheeks and lips (from the cold night air), and I was eating cookies out of my bag… I LOOKED LIKE A KID.
And why can’t I stop acting like um viadinho fofinho? I JUST CAN’T.
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shit we’re clearly losing here. fuuuck i don’t feel like giving them money oh my god. ninetales restrain that trainer and suck them off
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WAIT MY LIKES ARE PUBLIC ON MY MAIN BLOG??
Okay well it’s not quite my main blog because it’s completely dead BUT I CALL IT MY MAIN BECAUSE IT’S TIED TO MY MAIN ONLINE IDENTITY OK. now this means that if I get famous later under that name (which isn’t impossible due to my plans) people are gonna be able to go back and see all the x reader fanfiction I’ve liked.
This includes whatever unholy nonsense I was probably reading when I was like 14.
Send help 😃
