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Well...Well, you're not anorexic. So you must be fat.More Like This
A fat, ugly person.
Well, you fit in with the crowd. You must be a fake.
A fake wannabe.
Well, you're happy. What are you hiding?
You've got to be hiding something.
Well, you're sad. You must be emo.
An emo attention seeker.
Well, you're popular. So you must be a jerk.
Why would anyone like you in the first place?
Well, you're quiet. You must be a nobody.
Nobody at all.
Well, you're you.
What else could go wrong?
Fang is a Lightweight: Chapter 4Warning: FemxFem pairings and this chapter contains an iddy bit of bad language.More Like This
Links to Chapter one and Fanfic account are below.
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to Square Enix. Except the song that's by Max Bygraves, that's right the mighty Bygraves.
Fang woke up the next morning with a resounding, miserable, formulaic groan. She felt bloody awful. Her limbs ached, her throat was sore, her tongue felt thick and fuzzy. In fact she quickly assessed that everything felt fuzzy especially her head. It had a hazy undercurrent mixed with a persistent throbbing that felt like she had a couple of Gremlins dancing on her brain. She knew exactly what to call her current unpleasant ailment (having experienced it on more than one occasion) but no one ever thinks about its inevitability when you're enjoying its pleasurable source.
Sitting upright she scratched her head through the knotted mess of her morning hair.
Fang is a Lightweight: Chapter ThreeLinks to Chapter one and Fanfic account are below.More Like This
Warning: FemxFem pairing. Some end-game spoilers, nothing in-depth.
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to Square Enix.
Lightning searched her dresser drawer for something for Fang to wear to bed, something that would fit the slightly taller woman. She deliberated over a pair of blue shorts and a white t-shirt that may be a little tight on her. Definitely better than nothing, she decided. She certainly didn't want the awkward situation of meeting a naked Fang in her hallway. Grabbing the clothes, she left her bedroom and returned to where she had left the brunette.
She entered the spare bedroom to find Fang standing in the middle of the spare bedroom with her back to the door. The brunette shoulders were hunched and her arms were folded as if she was hugging herself to keep warm. She turned her head curiously, looking around the room from where she stood and Lightning realised tha
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