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:// im gonna cry since you took my fruit roll ups away now.

        sorry, can’t hear tears over the sound of you not getting cavities any more. but i have also made a fun platter of veggies with some low fat hummus. doesn’t that sound yummy and also nutritious?

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           blossom has no shame in her weekend activities. sure, some people might think it’s stereotypical for her to get up early to go shopping, but in her humble opinion that’s simply a byproduct of a patriarchal society that belittles typically feminine activities are frivolous. that’s how she justifies hitting the sales, hopped up on iced coffee, and a craving for a new summer handbag. but, her excitement for the day dwindled to nothing when the redhead heads down the aisle of clutches and spots a certain familiar someone. a deep breath in, very, very deep, and she attempts to breeze by her. she tries, but she really can’t. “that purses colouring washes you out. just thought you should know.”

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         she has to shoulder the door, battering against it to break away whatever barricade buttercup created (intentionally or not, she’s not sure). blossom squeezes in the tiny gap of the doorway, surveying the chaos of her sisters room. sure, blossom knows to expect the odd snuffed out cigarette or a pile of laundry stuffed into the corner when ever she ventures to buttercups room. but this is chaos. violent chaos of upturned chairs and splintered desks and clothing ripped from drawers. with her lip pinched between her teeth, blossom pushes the door shut behind her, not wanting to alarm the professor (though she doubts he could hear from the basement, it’s more for the illusion of privacy). “i can’t help if you don’t tell me what’s going on.” she tries very hard not to use her superhero voice. even if it would be appropriate, she wants nothing more than to help buttercup, she knows it would only irritate her sister further if she thought she was being patronised.

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’ this is not being a criminal, we’re just having fun. ’

        “it’s illegal buttercup. that makes us criminals—!” its hissed between clenched teeth, arms tightly wound round her chest, a poor attempt at keeping the nights chill from her bones. “we’re not supposed to drink and even if we were of age, i’m pretty sure this also counts as trespassing. which makes it two crimes!” the redhead paces back and forth, a nervous habit that she can’t seem to shake, whether its simply walking or levitating a few inches above the ground. she settles for the latter, hovering closer and closer to the edge of the rooftop, taking quick glances at the deserted streets below, ensuring no one was going to catch them. she doesn’t question how her sister got the bottle of booze. blossom doesn’t like questioning many of buttercups choices these days. but she can understand why her sister lingers on the rooftops at night. despite her paranoia, blossom knows it’s probably the only place they won’t be bothered. no one could see them from the streets below, too high for the adjoining buildings too. grumbling under her breath, the redhead eventually concedes, halting her pacing to settle beside buttercup. blossom watches as the bottle goes to buttercups lips, how she gulps without even flinching, and has the tiniest smirk before passing the bottle over. “it smells like nail polish remover.” blossom states, freckled nose crinkling in disgust. it doesn’t stop her reaching for the bottle.

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[sms sent 13:26] bubbles if u dont pick up tampons on the way home, don’t bother coming home at all

[sms sent 13:28] i feel like there’s a dozen knives stabbing my uterus at once 

[sms sent 13:29] surely dad can come up with a cure for cramps if he really tried?!?!?!?!

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"hey blossom, your foundation doesn't match"

         “uhm, ex-cuse me?!” she snaps, mouth agape with pure offence. she chuckles, the sound dripping with sarcasm before getting straight to the point. “i’ll have you know, that this exact foundation has been concocted after multiple,” and she means multiple “visits to the lancomé counter. it’s perfectly matched to my rosy undertone, and is the final step in a very rigorous skincare routine.” she hasn’t been this insulted since someone mistook her for an actress from the disney channel.

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           hello this is a starter call for main versus whassup

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“Shh, it was a nightmare. You’re in your own bedroom.”

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       her heart is beating so quickly against her chest, it’s surprising it hasn’t burst forth from her ribcage. a cold sweat clings to the back of her neck despite the fact that her skin is burning with a fiery red blush. the bedsheets are clenched between her fingers, knuckles milky white with strain. her lips part, the lower trembling as she struggles to speak, at first only managing soft pants. eventually, she forces out a haggard sigh, palms coming to cup her cheeks, trembling fingers rubbing sleep and strain from tired eyes. “uhm…– s-sorry.” blossoms eventually coughs, the paralysis of fear replaced with that of embarrassment. her dreams (if you can even call them that) had been plagued with reoccurring glimpses of her worst fights,  worsened by constant what if’s? what if she’s not strong enough? what if she’s too late? what if something happens to her sisters? she eventually tucks tangled locks behind her ear, throwing him a quick glance before adverting her attention back to her bedding. “just uh..– stupid over reaction, y’know?”