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shayyprasad · 3 months

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right next door // part two | peter parker

summary: summary: you move in right next door to a cutie, problem is, he isn't much of a talker. or anything at all. but it's okay, because you're dead-set on getting him to warm up to you.

warnings: none, maybe cursing?

pairing: post-nwh!peter parker x fem!bubbly!reader

word count: 2.0k+ words

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you yelped, and in panic, threw down the dish towel onto the fire, hastily trying to get rid of it. you nervously glanced up at the alarm, sighing in relief when it didn’t go off.

well, that relief?

it lasted two seconds.

the loud blaring sound made you jump, and you whined.

“are you kidding me? you have to be kidding me. seriously, i mean, it’s my first freaking day here and i’ve already messed it up. everyone’s gonna freaking hate me. i’ll have neighbors that hate me! and then they’ll kick me out and arsenate me and-”

you cut yourself off, realizing that you had to get out of the apartment.

“screw you, stupid oven!” and for good measure, you threw the measuring cup at it, only slightly wincing at the loud bang.

sighing, you exited the flat, dreading what was yet to come. there were already people out in the hall, cursing and grumbling under their breath. you paused in front of the elevator before realizing that wasn’t going to pass. you slipped into the crowd that was already down the stairs, checking the time on your phone.

you didn’t bring anything else but that, knowing that it wasn’t an actual fire.

you know because you’re the one who set it off.

it was 10:47pm, so not everyone had been sleeping, but there was also a large chuck of people who were.

several people were dressed in their pjs, including yourself. all you had on was a black satin shirt, paired with matching shorts.

…which were definitely short.

you tugged them down as far as you could, biting down on your lips. you were on the literal verge of a mental breakdown. how did everything go so south, so fast?

were you really that incapable of taking care of yourself?

you needed to be more responsible, you thought.

you exited through the front, and the cold air hit you like a brick, making you shiver. to say it was cold outside was an understatement.

it was absolutely freezing.

blowing out breath, you watched as the white cloud dissipated. out of the corner of your eye, you spotted peter. mustering up all the courage you could, you walked over, hugging your sides to warm up.

“um, hi. again.”

he looked over at you, tilting his head slightly. your heart was racing, thudding against your ribcage so loudly you could hear it in your ears.

you held your breath, afraid that he’d hear your racing heart.

no, you scoffed in your head, that’s impossible.

“hey,” his voice was slightly raspy, mussed with sleep.

you shivered again, but not just because of the cold. your brows knitted in guilt, you must’ve woken him up as well.

“some idiot, huh?” you blurted.

“what?” he asked, recoiling slightly, as he straightened up.

“who bakes cookies this late?” god, you needed to shut up. now.

“uh, cookies?”

“well, you know. you can start a fire by baking cookies,” you stammered, trying to amend what you’d already said.

“yeah. i guess.”

you rubbed your arms harder, watching the firemen inspect the building.

“here,” you turned to see peter thrust something towards you. squinting, you realized it was a jacket.

“oh, no, it’s okay, really.”

“you’re cold,” peter said bluntly.

“yes, but-”

“just take it. you can return it later if it’ll make you feel better.”

“are you sure?”

“if i wasn’t sure, i wouldn’t be giving it to you.”

“oh, um, okay. thank you.” reluctantly, you slipped it on.

it smelled like pinewood and… peter, you supposed. you clutched it closer, inhaled the scent. was it weird that you instantly felt so comforted?

“it’s not a biggie.”

you smiled at him anyways, and he quickly looked away.

one of the firemen walked up to the crowd, throwing his hands up. “we’re good. just some dunce set it off. no fire or anything.”

you forced out a laugh, “yeah. what a dunce.”

waking alongside peter, you went back up to your room. standing in front of your room door, you smiled softly at him, no less bright than the one before.

he pulled out his keys, and you opened your mouth, “have a goodnight peter. sleep well.”

this time, he looked at you. for the first time, he actually held eye contact.

he really looked at you.

“you too,” peter murmured, before slipping into the darkness of his room.

if you were being honest, you weren’t sure if he liked you or not. truly, you couldn’t tell. last night, and he didn’t even really do anything, but it seemed like there wasn’t pure annoyance in his voice.

that was a start, right? i mean, that had to count for something? right?

right?

probably. most likely? you didn’t know.

honestly, you didn’t know anything when it came to him. you were trying to talk to him, but he kept brushing you off.

oh, well. you’d make it work.

you had dough left over from last night, and you really wanted to put it to use. “i can’t waste it,” you murmured, biting your lip. “but, god, i don’t need a part two of last night. that would be terrible. there goes any hope of peter freaking parker liking me back. as a friend, duh. for now. maybe.”

pulling it out of the fridge, you grabbed some cookie cutters and a baking pan. you clipped off the top of the tupperware box, tearing off a small piece of dough. it tasted like home.

you’d used the same recipe as your mother, in hopes that it would cure some of your homesickness. but standing here with raw chocolate chip dough in your stomach, you felt rather opposed to that.

sure, you didn’t have the best relationship with your family, but that didn’t mean you didn’t love them.

you did.

they were overbearing, and that was alright. they were just more careful given… given what happened.

it was reasonable. after all, you were all they had left now.

“nope. no. think happy thoughts. we think happy thoughts.”

no matter what though, you couldn’t help but reminisce about the times when you’d get scolded for eating the dough uncooked. you and… her.

“happy thoughts, y/n. ohhh-kay. where are those instructions?”

you didn’t really want to do this, but you also did. and didn’t (you had serious ptsd from that incident). after being indecisive a bit longer, you decided to make the cookies. hopefully, you wouldn’t burn them this time. first, you preheated the oven.

“okay, okay, i got this.” you glanced back at the phone, just to make sure you were doing this right. grabbing a rolling pin, you flattened out the dough (tearing off one more piece, just to… just to make sure it tasted the way it should. [it did.]). you picked up a cookie cutter before pressing it into the dough, sliding it around a bit to make sure it went all the way through.

you repeated the action a few more times, and then peeled away the excess. doing the same with what was left, you stepped back and admired your work, feeling confident.

“oven time!” sliding them in, you shut the door. you picked up your phone once more, setting a timer for 15 minutes.

maybe you could trial and error it?

since you had some time, you decided to get ready. you planned on giving peter the freshly baked cookies, and you didn’t want to show up in ratty, old pajamas.

you opened your closet, humming. you weren’t planning in going outside, so perhaps you could throw on a casual dress. filing through the racks some more, you settled on a light blue dress, once with short, puffy sleeves.

it was casual, but it was cute casual. you slipped it on, putting on some light makeup and brushing your hair. by the time you were done, you thought it looked quite presentable. you grabbed a random jacket from the corner of the bed and threw it on.

you moved back into the kitchen, checking in on the cookies. sure, they seemed a little misshaped, but they looked almost like how your mother used to make them. they were a soft, golden-brown at the edges, the chips melted into soft circles of black. you put on an oven mitt and pulled them out.

hesitantly, you picked one up and took a bit of it.

“it’s… not bad? it’s not terrible.”

and it wasn’t. it tasted relatively like one’s that would be made at home. “…kind of.”

oh, well. you didn’t have anything else to give to peter, so why not?

you grabbed the tupperware and set the dessert inside carefully, trying to fit them all in (except for a few for yourself). taking a deep breath, you swung the door open, locking it behind you. actually, you weren’t sure why you locked it, you were literally walking two feet away.

“new york is getting the best of me,” you muttered. new york was also getting you to talk to yourself more often.

it was deeply off-putting.

you paced for a couple minutes outside of his door, contemplating what to say. “hey, peter. you’re hot and i wanna smash you, but i need to have some courtesy first.” you paused.

“yeah, no. what about ‘i really like you and i have the biggest crush on you, despite the fact i don’t know you at all, but i need some friends before i totally lose it and i need you.’?”

you groaned, “that’s definitely worse. y’know what? i’ll wing it. i did improv in freshman for, like, three months. i’m basically a pro. how hard can it be?”

you inhaled and, after a moment, knocked. there was some shuffling and crashing on the other side, and instinctively, you leaned into the door, pressing your ear to it. not even a second later, the door opened and you went tumbling into someone.

well, not someone.

peter.

if it weren’t for him catching you, you would’ve face-planted. his arms were around your waist, and your hands were pressed against his chest. he smelled… like peter.

it was silly to describe it like that, but he had a certain comfort.

it took you a moment to process what just happened, but once you did, you pulled away quickly. “oh my gosh, i’m so sorry! i didn’t mean for that to happen at all!”

he raised an eyebrow, “i doubt you would.”

“um,” you dropped your eyes to the box, sighing in relief when it hadn’t opened when it hit the ground, “i just,” picking them up, “-here.” okay, so improv was harder than you thought.

you thrusted the cookies into his chest.

“cookies?”

“yes, uh, yeah… like a… thanks for being my neighbor?”

“i didn’t have a choice in the matter.”

“oh. right. okay, how about… thanks for the jacket?”

“the one you have on currently?”

“what?” you looked down, and as soon as you did, you turned bright red. “i honestly had no clue i was even wearing this! i-i just grabbed a random one, and y’know, i didn’t look-”

“relax. it was an observation.”

“okay. uh, okay. i’ll get this washed.”

“like i said before, no biggie.”

you fiddled with your ring, pressing your lips together.

“i thought you burned the last batch.”

you looked up, “sorry?”

peter shook the box lightly, “the last batch of cookies. didn’t you burn them?” there was a ghost of a smile on his face, and you felt your heartrate pick up.

“i don’t…?”

“i could hear cursing and a buncha noise. thin walls. and… you weren’t so subtle ‘bout it last night.”

“oops. sorry.” you rubbed the back of your neck, “that was me. sorry again. really, especially if you were sleeping. i’m seriously so sorry about that.”

“it’s fine. i wasn’t sleeping.”

when you glanced at his face, you saw how he looked torn. like he really wanted to say something, but he didn’t. “uh, thanks for these.”

“of course!” you winked at him playfully, “and if you ever need anything, i’m right next door.”

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jackhues · 1 year

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(mockingbird au!) late nights - platonic!hughes

request: I love mockingbird so so much. I was thinking of something involving Luke too. Maybe during some summer night, where yn finds him in the kitchen. He can't sleep or something because he is getting to know someone and is doubting. And YN helps him and then also Quinn appears and joins to the midnight therapy season. And Jack finds them later and he is like, all heart eyes because he appreciates how his brothers simply included you in their life's and how you are one more. Like, he knows he doesn't have to worry because eine way or another you will be okay.

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you made your way downstairs, tiptoeing so that you wouldn’t wake anyone up.

it was your first time spending the summer with jack, and to be honest, it was going pretty well. everyone seemed to be so happy that you were there with them, and it was never awkward.

you felt like you belonged immediately.

it was the middle of the night, and you couldn’t sleep. jack had been knocked out, so you decided to come down to the kitchen, maybe grab a glass of milk, and then try to go to sleep again.

you weren’t expecting to see luke sitting on the chair, rubbing his temples with his phone out in front of him.

“luke?” you asked, coming around the counter. “shouldn’t you be sleeping?”

luke turned his phone off quickly, looking up to see you. he shrugged, laughing nervously, “i mean i could technically ask you the same thing.”

“couldn’t sleep,” you shrugged back. “i thought i’d grab some milk or something and then go back to bed. you want some?”

luke seemed to be relieved that you weren’t pressing the matter, “yeah, i’ll take a glass.”

you hummed in response, reaching for two glasses and pouring milk in them. on a whim, you grabbed the cookies from the cabinet, taking them out as well.

you and luke sat in a comfortable silence, enjoying your cookies and milk. even if you were new the the hughes household, you knew there was no reason for him to be up in the middle of the night unless something was bothering him.

“you okay?” you asked the youngest hughes.

“hm?”

“are you okay?” you repeated. “most people don’t stay awake all night for no reason. also, you’ve been looking a little stressed for a while. is everything alright?”

luke sighed, clearly debating whether he should share this with you.

“it’s just — i met this girl,” he muttered. “she’s smart, and kind, and funny. at first, i thought she was a little weird because she knows so much about everything, but she’s actually really cool. i just… i don’t know. i’m scared, y/n.”

you smiled softly, “hey, you don’t have to be scared about anything. if she’s nice, and if you’re happy with her, then that’s all that matters.”

luke shook his head, “no, you don’t get it. like, she’s — sometimes she’ll talk to me like we’ve known each other forever, but other times, she won’t even say hi when we pass each other in the halls. and it’s so weird, because i really like her, and i think she likes me too, but then sometimes i feel like she’s not as interested as i am. and then… and then she posts pictures of her enjoying her summer, and there’s some dude in so many of the pictures. i just — i don’t understand what to do.”

you sat there, allowing luke to rant to you, explaining the situationship that he had found himself in.

“let me see her posts,” you held a hand out.

luke raised a brow, but slid his phone towards you.

you scrolled through the instagram account, finding three new posts since the summer started. two of them tagged an account for photo credits, the other one was a photo dump where the person was tagged in multiple pictures.

you clicked the profile that was tagged, shaking your head to yourself as you realized it was private.

“one second,” you muttered to luke, who was completely oblivious and beginning to get antsy.

after a little more searching and a few more clicks, you handed luke’s phone back to him.

“well, one problem’s solved,” you grinned.

“which one?” he seemed more lost than ever.

you pointed at the tagged account, “the boy you’re worrying about, that’s her brother. if you scroll further down on her page, you can see pictures of him when he was younger, and he commented on an old picture saying ‘younger brothers are the best’, referring to himself. you don’t have to worry about her being with someone else.”

“but what about when she ignores me in the halls and stuff?” he asked. “like, is there a reason? what’s going on with that?”

you sucked in a breath, “that’s another thing i wanted to point out.”

“what?” he sounded concerned.

“now, i’m pretty much pulling at loose strings here, but i think the reason she ignores you sometimes is because of you.”

“heh?”

“okay, wait, let me try to explain that better,” you said, raising your hands in defense. “some of the pictures, especially the ones of her in your team’s hockey jerseys, people have been commenting some nasty stuff.”

“like what?” luke’s brows furrowed. you wanted to wrap him up in bubble wrap and hide him from the world. he was far too innocent to be out there.

“she’s your friend, right?”

“yeah,” luke stated, as if he couldn’t understand why that was a problem.

“well, people notice stuff like this,” you explained. “especially because you’re a hughes, you’re well known. they’ve been commenting stuff, saying she’s only using you or that you guys are hooking up on the low—”

“we’re not!” luke’s face was becoming red from anger.

“i know you’re not,” you remained calm. “but people are cruel, and it’s hard to deal with their comments. i think that when the comments get too much, she tries to ignore you, but she can’t really.”

“no one should have to go through that,” luke shook his head.

you smiled a little sadly. you knew that firsthand.

“honestly, i think you should just talk to her,” you explained. “call her, and ask her if she’s okay. let her know you like her, and you want to be more than friends. you don’t have to rush anything, you’re still young. but don’t waste this chance.”

luke smiled a little, “thanks, y/n. you’re the best.”

“what’re you guys doing?” quinn’s voice came from somewhere behind you two.

you turned, ushering quinn to the kitchen. “we’re just having a midnight therapy session. care to join?”

quinn looked at you guys, unable to figure out if you were joking.

“y/n gave me relationship advice,” luke nodded solemnly. “maybe she can give you some tricks to help build your game.”

you laughed, shaking your head, “oh no. i’m the last person you should come to for flirting tips.”

“you’re telling me you dealt with jack flirting with you before you dated, and you still don’t know anything about flirting?” quinn questioned.

“jack’s got the most game from the three of us,” luke agreed. “you’ve got to have picked up something.”

you shook your head, still laughing. “oh god, that man had no game, whatsoever. the first i saw him, he tripped — over his own words and then on the ground.”

quinn’s eyes bulged, while luke choked on his glass of milk.

“you’re joking?” quinn muttered in disbelief as you patted luke’s back. “wow, i would’ve never imagined jack to get tongue tied over someone.”

“when he said the first time he met you, he embarrassed himself, he wasn’t joking,” luke said, finally recovered from his coughing fit.

you shrugged, “he was a bit of a mess the first couple times we met. but he was cute, and clumsy in an endearing sorta way. don’t ever come to me for flirting advice because i have never flirted with anyone nor been on the receiving end of it. the fact that i’m with jack despite our first meeting shows how low my standards are.”

the two hughes brothers laughed, shaking their heads to themselves as they asked about more stories from you and jack meeting. jack had been cagey about the details, but you had no hesitation sharing them.

some time during your third story, jack padded downstairs, having woken up without you next to him. he stopped at the bottom of the stairs, smiling softly at you and your brothers, laughing and talking with each other.

he’d been nervous bringing you back to michigan for the summer, but there was no way he would let you spend the summer alone in new jersey. seeing you and his brothers get along made his heart happy.

he smiled to himself, listening to you talk. his smile dropped slowly as he realized the stories you were all sharing.

“okay, okay,” he stepped out into the kitchen. “i think that’s enough bonding for one night.”

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tlouxobsessed · 1 year

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Abby Anderson oneshot —>

“High spirited”

You and your girlfriend Abby Anderson, have some fun after not seeing each other for a long weekend ;)

contains - daddy kink, switch behavior, smut, sex in general, BDSM, squirting and or creaming, tit play, ass play, vagina play (obvi) , shower sex, strapping, details of sexual behaviors.

I scrammed to take off my apron tossing it to the side, I was exhausted, I had been at the bakery all day, since five am. It was now '4:43' There was cake batter under my finger nails, frosting in my hair and crushed cake bites stuck in the creases of my converse.

"yuck"

I walked out to the front area shutting the glass door flipping the "WE'RE OPEN!" sign to the "closed :(" I swept, wiped windows, cleaned counters. I was done with this place for the weekend. It was Saturday night, holy fuck. Abby comes home today, once the realization hit me; I starting putting a little pep into my step with cleaning.

I've owned the bakery for well over two years now, the first time I met Abby was early Summer of 18' she was young, I was too. We played around a little, makeouts and sleepovers. Never sex. That was until my girlfriend of six years, Ellie Williams, left me to move to California. She was an amazing artist so I tried not to blame her until two weeks later, a post with her new GIRLFRIEND. I was devastated.

Abby hopped into my dms soon after that day, she asked to go get coffee. I explained I had a bakery so we agreed to meet here. She came here which one thing led to another and we fucked in the back room. It was one of the best days of my life...after that we smoked then ate an unhealthy amount of cupcakes, she ended up spending almost everyday with me at that bakery since. Or at least that was until last month....

“Baby…I’m so sorry but I got called down for some meetings next week back in Seattle ): I love you so much and once I get back I’ll take you on an amazing date.”

I wanted to die, genuinely. What if she leaves me like Ellie did? I wanted to vomit. I felt like I was going to when I had heard the news. But she texted me all day long; checking on me, sexting; I needed her so badly when she’d do that, and she knew I did. I had a plan for when she was coming back. I bought some lingerie, I was going to surprise her in the shower once she got home.

I arrived home, cleaning up, opening up a bottle of wine and plopping down on our sofa. I pulled out my phone checking messages….

Abby<3 - at the airport waiting…so bored and i’m missin’ you princess )):

y/n - ugh my baby, maybe i could help with that?

Abby<3 - oh god y/n…. don’t do this to me right now baby

y/n - I cannot wait to taste that pretty pussy of yours

Abby<3 - baby…..

y/n - making you feel good, rubbing my fingers down your slit. Rubbing your clit until you cum all over me.

I pulled down my pants and began rubbing my clit, videotaping it.

“fuck yeah- oh my god i’m gonna cum” I rubbed faster and faster until I felt my stomach churn, I released all over my hands licking them clean while recording. I pressed send and took a long sip of the wine. Tonight was going to be great.

Abby<3 - oh my god princess, I’m going to fuck the life out of you after. i’m getting in my taxi now, im fucking soaked. you have such a hold over me.

I smirked at the phone, I had to get everything ready now. She was forty minutes away, I had made some cookies and brownies; a charcoochie board and some pasta. I was beyond excited to fuck then eat.

I settled back down on the couch, it eating me up. I heard the door twisting to be unlocked, I quickly sipped my wine running to the door to welcome my girlfriend home.

“Y/N!!!” She screamed, I jumped up wrapping my arms tightly around her neck nuzzling. I began sucking on her neck, she pushed me away…

“y/n…” I leaned in kissing her not letting her finish that sentence, I could feel her face heating up. She needed me in her.

“baby- let me go shower first okay?” I nodded. All part of my plan. I pretended to go back and sit on the couch. Once I heard the water turn on, I made my way back into the bedroom. I took off all my clothes, the cold air made my nipples harden. I slipped on our pink strap-on, all eight inches, thick and girthy. God I couldn't wait.

~ Third person ~

Y/N slowly creppted into the bathroom, the glass door too fogged up to be seen through. You smirk as you slide the door open inviting yourself in. You wrap your arms around Abby kissing her neck, you taste her pine soap on her neck, the sweetness from it makes you even wetter.

"Fuck y/n" Abby let's out a choked moan while you rub the strap in between her folds. Pushing her over so she's holding onto the bench in the shower. You spit into your hand, she's already wet enough but you needed more.

You begin stroking the strap, slowly starting to push the tip into her.

"Holy fuck- oh my god..."

You smirk at her moans, she's so sexy when she's submissive. You begin grinding, reaching a hand up to cup one of her breasts. Your finger goes over her nipple immediately hardening it. You speed up, your stroking becomes faster as do her moans. The hot water hitting your back like shards of glass, the sweat pouring down your face. It was all so hot.

"babe...I'm gonna cum"

Abby let out her thick juices which proceeds to drip down the faux cock. You smile at her pleasure knowing you made her feel this way. "Princess...why don't you let mommy shower then I'll take care of you, okay?" You hurried out making your way into the bedroom, the strap falls from your waist. Drying yourself then slipping on your, sexy black and red lingerie.

Your feet smack against the ground, plopping onto the couch waiting for your lover to return. Abby walks out from the bathroom, steam spreading throughout the house, a fluffy white towel wrapped around her waist. Her black sports bra held her figure nicely. You were soaked just at her standing there.

Abby walks over to you flinging you over her shoulder like a rag-doll, you weigh nothing to her based on her muscular physique. She tosses you onto the bed, the comfortable material warming you.

"fuck you're so sexy y/n" Abby says staring you down like a hungry wolf. She begins to pull you up, motioning for you to lift your arms. Once the shirt is off, Abby stares at you, analyzing your body.

Each and every inch of you is perfect, she never fails to make you feel beautiful. "Let me have my way with you pretty girl" Abby says flipping you over and palming your ass cheeks.

You moan out when you felt the friction between the two. She slips her two thick fingers in between your slits from behind, your ass still facing up. Laying on your stomach, she rubs your clit in circular motions.

"Fuck Ab-"

"call me daddy" Abby demands cutting you off.

"Fuck daddy- oh my god" You moan out as Abby begins slipping her fingers inside touching the spongy part of your pussy. You feel yourself building up slowly, as she fastens her pace.

"you like that you little fucking slut" the muscular girl says going faster and faster. You can't even reply, suddenly she stops flipping you over once again.

"I'm going to tie you up like the little animal you are" Abby begins to take out the faux rope you guys had purchased from a sex shop. She ties your legs and hands up. Hands behind the backboard and feet down at the bottom of the bed.

You looked up at Abby with doe eyes, her towel drops. You lick your slips staring at her soaking wet slit. She pounces on you like a wild animal, smacking her tongue onto your pussy. Unable to contain yourself, your moans get louder and louder. Her slow circles around your clit releasing a smacking sound.

"holy fuck-"

"Take it" Abby says shoving her two fingers inside, your tight walls wrap around them. You feel yourself stretching, the pain is bearable but the feeling isn't. Your stomach begins to bubble, her pace quickens inside you.

"Oh my god daddy- I'm gonna cum"

"Hold it princess" Abby says.

You try and try, as hard as you can until you release, Abby's hand quickly pushes on your lower stomach. You release all over the bed, a solid stream of liquid. Before you could relax Abby straps up, slipping on the leather harness. Once again pouncing on you, kissing on your neck and sucking on your ears.

"jesus-" Was all you could make out until she shoves her fingers in your mouth gagging you, scooping some spit to use as lube. She strokes the cock, then slowly rubbing it up and down against your hot cunt.

The tip, then the mid section went in. She went in and out ensuring not to hurt you. Once the cock was in, she began sucking on your tits, leaving small purple and red marks on them. You moan in pleasure as she gets closer to your right ear once again.

"You're so hot when you're vulnerable for mommy" The girl says looking into your eyes, leaning in for a kiss. Meanwhile her stroking was getting faster, and faster. "Abby- babe please I'm gonna-" You don't get to finish, she covers your mouth.

"Shut up slut and let me do as I please" she speeds up once again.

You feel yourself getting wetter and wetter, she lazily rubs your clit until finally pulling out. She plops next to you, staring deeply into your eyes.

"we're gonna have to shower again babe" Chuckling you look back at her, then down. Her pussy is dripping and red. You knew what you wanted to do.

You just had to figure out when.

#abby anderson x you #abby anderson #ellie and abby #ellie williams #joel miller #the last of us #the last of us fan fiction #the last of us fanfiction #abby x fem!reader #abby anderson smut #abby x y/n #abby x reader #abby the last of us #abby and lev #abby and ellie #zombie #post apocalyptic #bi switch #lesfic

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TikTok challenge | Colby Brock x reader

Notes: the reader has seen so many TikTok videos of girlfriends pranking their boyfriends that they have an imaginary friend in the car with them. She thought it would be a funny prank on Colby, after not really posting for a while.

Warnings: not really? Maybe some light cussing, but really just a funny little prank.

Word count: ( 0.6 k)

While being in your last semester of college as a 22 year old, you never really have any time to post on your TikTok’s or instagram, or YouTube in general. Your friends understand, and are super proud of you for finishing up the last semester, and your fans understand. So, today you have been scrolling on TikTok, and decided to post the challenge where girlfriends prank their boyfriends about their imaginary friend in their car, to see their reaction.

While you and Colby finished getting the bags into the back of the car, you got into your driver seat ( you drove a wrangler ), while Colby sat in the passenger seat, taking a sip of the water he got, noticing your phone was on TikTok.

“You posting a video, hun?” He asked looking back towards you and the camera. You nodded, while taking out some of the valentine day chocolate that was in your bag.

“Hello everyone! Since I haven’t posted in a really long time, I have decided to show you guys some things that I like to bake for Valentine’s Day!” You said while holding onto the chocolate bag, and looking back into the back seat, making Colby think you had forgot something earlier, but didn’t really mind and kept texting Sam.

“I like to bake these cute little cookies, with chocolate Hersey kisses in the middle,” stopping mid sentence, you turned to the back and had a stern look on your face.

“Would you stop kicking my seat!” You said a little annoyed as Colby instantly out his phone down and looked between you and the backseat, a little creeped out. You loved this challenge, now you just got to hope you don’t blow your cover.

“Babe,” he started off saying, “no one is there.. you okay?” You looked at him, while looking back one more time. “I’m fine, she just needs to stop harassing me.” You said while pointing to the back. He had a confused look on his face. He was probably concerned for your safety, since after all they do weird videos about ghost hunting sometimes.

“Anyways, but the thing that I like to do with the chocolate -,” acting like you were getting pulled into the back seat, you started to act like you tried your hardest to pull off, which was a second later, while muttering bitch.

Colby was not having it now.

“Y/n! There is no one there! You haven’t been on a exploring video with us for a while so no one can be haunting you!” You huffed and looked at him, just wanting to finish your video. You thought that right here was where you were going to blow it.

“Colbs! Someone is there!” You said while facing him and pointing to “your imaginary friend.” “Her name is Mallory!”

“There’s no one there!” He said while holding out his phone, with Sam’s name already being typed into the phone, ready to be called.

“Mallory! Stop!” You said while standing your ground, pretending to be taking to the back, Colby was so scared and confused that he pulled you back to your seat and looked towards “Mallory.”

“You better stop playing with Y/n.” He said while calling Sam, as Sam picked up on the second ring you started laughing making them both confused.

“What?” Colby asked while Sam was listening. “Babe… it’s a prank, I’m sorry.” You said while laughing and turning off the video. You saved it and looked towards Colby.

“I’ll call you back,” he said to Sam and you looked at him.

“What the hell was that! You had me worried for a second.” He said making you pout and hold his arm.

“It’s a prank going on TikTok where people pretend to have a imaginary friend, and I decided to do it on you. I’m sorry,” you said while you leaned in to kiss his check, he out his phone down.

“Your on.” Oh lord, he was going to prank you back, now. You love him so much,

#colby brock #samandcolbyrequests requests colbybrock golbach #x reader #tiktok #prank war #too funny

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quibbs126 · 13 days

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Sorry if I’m overwhelming you with requests, but I was inspired by your recent post on Alchemist and Vampire’s entire deal. Could you do your interpretation of Alchemist and Vampire Cookie’s parents? I don’t know why both of my fanparent requests have been siblings.

I finally got around to finishing her, this is Doctor Cookie

So Doctor is an apothecary/pharmacist, not necessarily a doctor like Dr Bones, but she’s still a medical professional

She isn’t a vampire like Vampire, my idea now is that Vampire got his vampirism later on in life. She has however dabbled in the arcane arts, though she ultimately prefers science. Unlike her daughter she sees them on equal ground, it’s just a matter of preference

Outside of work she drinks a good amount of juice. She’s not an alcoholic like Vampire, but she’s usually drinking at least one glass after work. Though she started drinking more around the time of Vampire’s transformation

Doctor and Vampire do sometimes spend time just drinking, especially since Doctor has a lot of really good quality juice. She’s heard of Sparkling’s juice bar but she hasn’t quite gone there yet (it is one her list though)

Doctor has relatively expensive tastes, both in juice and fashion. She’s got plenty of money, so it’s not really a big deal for her

Okay I’m sorry, I’m in class right now as I’m writing, and I’m having difficulty focusing on this while also paying attention in class. So the description’s all funky and I don’t feel like I actually explained her personality right. But I don’t know how to. Maybe I’ll come back later and edit it, but I kind of doubt it

Let’s just move on to design stuff

So Doctor is based on merlot grapes, since they’re wine grapes. So somewhere in between grape juice and grapes I guess. And Merlot is also the name of a wine. She was originally just named Merlot, though I was planning on changing it to fit Vampire and Alchemist’s description names, and last night I had the idea to call her Doctor

Apothecary was I suppose and option, but I had already named an old OC Apothecary Cookie, and I didn’t want to repeat. Though now I feel like maybe Apothecary would have sounded better

Merlot grapes:

So I admit, her colors aren’t exactly the same as her kids, but I mean, her hair’s dark blue because of the grapes, and her eyes are red to break up the two colors. I guess just assume her kids’ colors are recessive or just due to the ingredients they’re made of

I based her grape hair off of Shine Muscat’s new costume, since I feel like that was a good reference for what I was originally going for. Though the shading was based on Alchemist’s hair

I gave her a big coat originally because doctors have big coats, but since I’ve already made two characters with doctor coats, I decided to just take liberties, and it’s basically not a doctor coat anymore. It’s fine though, it works. Also I feel like is matches in some way with Vampire’s cape and Alchemist’s coat thing, whatever she has going on

I was struggling with her accent colors, but eventually I decided to take one of Alchemist’s costumes as reference and give her the pink accents. Goes well with her eyes too

I kind of wish I could have put some greens in there, but whatever I guess

I think that’s it for her? I’m still in class, so I’m only half paying attention to writing this

Sorry for the not so good description, but I hope you like her regardless

#cookie run #vampire cookie #alchemist cookie #fan parents #cookie run oc #doctor cookie #my ocs #my art #requests #answers

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bidisasterevankinard · 9 months

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Fuck it Friday 🎸

which is actually already saturday for me

tagged by @buddierights @wikiangela @jesuisici33 @devirnis @spotsandsocks @hippolotamus @wildlife4life @jeeyuns thank you lovely people 💖💕

tagging if the want to share @alyxmastershipper @the-likesofus @transbuck @911onabc @heartshapedvows @heartbeatdiaz @lover-of-mine @thewolvesof1998 @cowboy-buddie @heartshapedvows @translasso @mandzuking17 @bekkachaos @rogerzsteven @housewifebuck @caroandcats @firemedicdiaz

more enemies to lovers (I give big snippet because maybe i will be out fo tag games participation for a while. please don't stop tagging me I LOVE read what you have)

The next day after he made coffee for Diaz to start the truce they needed to go through the weeks of working together, Buck found himself in Bobbie’s office again.

“No one heard any screams or sounds of a fight yesterday, and you both are alive so I guess you two finally bonded?” Bobby asks the moment they both sit in the chairs like two days before.

“Well, it’s hard to call it a bond, but we made a truce till we work with a song,” Buck answers when Diaz nods to his words.

“I would prefer the truce to stay after too,” Bobby stays up and moves to his coffee maker. “Buck out milk latte, Eddie just black?” He looks at them from the corner and they send him “yes”.

Buck would always be impressed by how fantastic a person Bobby is. And how he really cares about his singers and musicians. No other boss could tell you what coffee you drink and make it for you.

“Let’s not run too fast, Bobby. Let us end the song and we can talk about prolonging the truce” Diaz says and Buck agrees.

For now, they can promise only weeks for songwriting and recording. But working with Diaz after their little high school experiences sharing wasn't really bad. Buck with bitterness can admit it really felt good. No other musicians or singers were ever so interesting to work with.

Diaz is a talented asshole, and he quickly understands Buck’s even really raw ideas he can’t even normally verbalize.

Maybe, if this jerk would stop being so not real and drive Buck crazy constantly they can co-exist in the label more peacefully after doing too.

Well, perhaps they should try if they don’t want to work together again to save their image.

“I’ll take what I can have for now,” Bobby comes back to the table with two mugs and gives them to them, then takes the tupperware from the little fridge he has here and puts it between them. “Found a new receipt yesterday. Made too much for Athena and kids, so I decided to take some to my work kids too. Eat and listen to our next moves.”

You never should tell Buck twice to eat if he can eat Bobbie’s food.

The first bite of fantastic chocolate cookies makes Buck almost moan from the deep and rich taste. Cookies literally melt in his mouth and with an oat milk latte, this is the perfect breakfast even if not the healthiest.

Looking at his side Buck can say Diaz enjoys cookies no less. Well, at least they can have another thing to talk about. How blessed they were with Bobbie’s love of cooking.

Bobby sits looking at them proudly and fondly with a little smile on his face for a second then starts.

“Happy you both enjoy it,” then he puts the smile down, changing it to his professional manager's face.

“Hen has some planned content for your accounts you would need to post. Also if you can post something while working together to make it more real it would be fantastic. Hen will talk about it with you later. Next, tomorrow you two will be guests on Taylor’s Kelly show,” Diaz makes an offended sound on that.

“You have problems with this Eddie?” Bobby raises his eyebrow and looks at brown-eyed like an angry parent and Buck feels smug like a sibling watching the other one being grounded.

“I’m ok with it all, but should we actually go to the show of that redhead? She’s the most unprofessional and rude interviewer I've ever worked with. I still can’t understand how she got her show.” Diaz rolls his eyes. “Could we have some other variants?”

“No, Eddie, sorry. Her show is one of the most popular now, and it’s the best option to close the gossip about your fight so fast.”

Diaz rolls his eyes again.

“I’m sure Taylor is not bad,” Buck intervenes in the conversation. “She seemed interesting and professional. She is also really principal and chases her goals.”

“If by principal you mean she’s ready to walk over anyone to get the information she wants, put to pour a ton of dirt on people just for the sake of information and to get into the personal lives of people who have specifically said MORE THAN ONCE that this is CONFIDENTIAL information, then yes. She is principled. This woman once was ready to pay my bodyguard to find out if I’m single or not,” Diaz says it all, and Buck can feel the poison in his voice and he can't help but feel sorry for Eddie.

Taylor can really be willing to do a lot for the sake of information. He knows his experience when she tried to know more about Bobby from him. But he didn't know that she could do something like that. It's overstepping the bounds completely. It's a good thing they didn't start anything after their hook-up in the bar.

#buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #fuck it friday #buddie wip #enemies to lovers singers au wip #my writing

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just-an-anon-reader · 2 years

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The One-liner War

Summary: The greatest, and grossest, war began the day April brought you to the lair. Will there be carnage? Or will there be love?

P.S. I wasn't supposed to write this till later, but rewatching the movie made me want to give our darling blue-clad turtle some well-deserved love! Here is some Rise!Leo x Reader and I hope you enjoy (≧∇≦). Also, thank you so much for all the love on my last story!!

P.P.S The gif isn't mine!

“Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?”

Those were the first words he had said to you when you met. He thought he could pull on his face man attitude and charm you. But little did he know, that you had a pocket of those one-liners yourself.

“No, but you wouldn’t happen to have a bandaid on you, would you? Because I just scrapped my hands falling for you.”

He was STUNNED, to say the least. Cue Donnie audibly gagging in the background. May or may not have been the worst day of his life. Mikey, being the supportive brother that he is, was trying not to combust with this cuteness. And Raph, as the leader and eldest brother of the team, had no idea what was happening. From then on, this was the normal interaction between the two of you. Every time April brought you over, Leo would lay on the charm. THICK. And you, in turn, would lay yours. EVEN THICKER.

“Do you need a loan? Cuz you got my interest.”

“Well, it seems to me that YOU missed your payment. Because here’s your fine.”

The smug look on your face as you passed him a mirror. You definitely had the moves. Leo wouldn’t admit it, but you were smoother than Donnie’s purple satin jacket. But Leo wasn’t gonna back down. No one. And he means NO ONE! Out faces the face man. The war is ON. It was as gross as it was cute. One-liners were thrown and post-it notes were shared. The rest of the mad dogs found themselves trapped in the crossfire. One time, Raph cracked open a fortune cookie meant for Leo.

“I don’t know which looks sharper. You or your ōdachi.”

Raph didn’t get it. But he was kind enough to relay your message. Let’s just say that Leo’s ego went through the roof. The ‘I might die today, but at least I’ll die looking super fly’ attitude he’s known for, but increased tenfold. The team did not have a fun mission that day.

“When will this gross show of affection end?!”

“Come on Donnie! Feel the love in the air.”

“I do. And it’s disgusting. RAPH! For the love of SCIENCE! Make them stop.”

Squaring up, looking big and gruff, Raph walks up to Leo. With a deep breath in...

“So...Leo...buddy, ya know...about this thing that’s happening between the two of you...can't you...I dunno...tone it down? Maybe?”

That high pitch squee you hear in the background? That’s the sound of Donnie dying. And Leo, being the sass that he is, only gave his brother a shrug before going back to his Jupiter Jim comic. But little did the team know, Leo had the perfect one-liner in store for you. The line that will set his title as the TRUE face man in stone. One that he was sure was going to blow your mind with his sweet, delicious, smoothness.

The next day, April came by for movie night with you in tow. You coming down the stairs was like a star descending from above. He might say it jokingly, with all his sass and attitude. But Leo really did find you mesmerizing. That first line you threw at him a year before, left him falling for you since. And he has been falling HARD. But now was not the time to feel giddy. Now was the time to pull out the big guns.

“Hey, Leo~”

“Hey, you~. Are you ready to get one-lined?”

“You know it Leo. Your game has been getting rough lately.”

RUDE! How dare you say he was rough. Leo? LEO?! He was smooth with ten o’s.

“Well, you might not be lovin this smoothness, but I’m definitely lovin you.”

...

Silence. Just like he planned. But what he didn’t plan was you, glowing as red as the bandana that covered Raph’s face. It spread from your shoulders up to the tips of your ears. And Leo swears he can see the smoke wheezing out of your ears.

“Are you ok-“

“Do you mean it?”

“Wuh?”

...

“Do you love me?”

Letting the words sink in, it was now Leo’s turn to become bright red. So he might not have thought about that one thoroughly as he thought he did. It sounded less cringe in his head. He tried to sass out a reply. Tried to stutter out whatever charm he could from the interaction. But every second he couldn’t utter a proper word made your face paler and paler. Till the flustered expression that you cutely had slowly faded to one of hurt and disappointment.

“Of course, you don’t. It’s just a pick-up line, right? Sorry for...being...stupid.”

“No wai-“

“I’ll catch up with the other guys.”

Pushing past Leo, you run towards the group already seated in front of the projector. You keep your face ducked down to hide your shame and embarrassment. So maybe you found the blue-clad turtle charming, witty, and funny. So maybe you had an itty-bitty crush on the said turtle. THIS wasn’t how you planned on getting rejected. Heck, there wasn’t even a plan to say anything at all. But this, THIS, was the worst way possible for him to know. And the WORST way to be let down. Leo, who was close on your tail was about to call for you when he was shushed, very harshly by a very leathery pink tail that belonged to his dad. Ten minutes in, he tries again only to be met with Mikey’s pizza oily hand slapped to his face. Gross. Thirty minutes in, he tries again. Whispering this time in hopes of not being heard. Only to be shushed by April.

An hour in and he was getting fidgety. You barely looked up from your ducked posture. The hurt was still so apparently seen from your expression. Leo just couldn’t stand it anymore. He called your name and glared at Donnie for shushing him. You, of course, refused to acknowledge him. So, in a last-ditch effort, he shakily reaches for your hand. That caught your attention and you whipped your head towards him. Happy to have you finally look at him, he motioned to his room with his head. You frowned at the idea but relented when he gently took your hand in his. His eyes begging you.

You both stood up, much to everyone’s irritation, and made your way towards his room hand in hand. Once inside, instead of letting you go, Leo instead pulls you into a hug.

“Look, what I said earlier, I might not have meant it...”

The crease between your eyebrows immediately furrows.

“But it doesn’t mean that it was a lie. I do love you. But pick-up lines weren’t exactly how I planned on letting you know.“

Letting you go, Leo moves his hands from your back to your face to lift it to him. And like before, it was bright red from your neck to the tips of your ears. But unlike before, you had a cute pout on your soft lips. Softly whispering your name, the next words that came out of his beak made your heart hammer more than any of his one-liners ever could.

“I love you.”

...

“I might not be lovin the smoothness, but I’m definitely lovin you too.”

#rottmnt #rottmnt leo #rise!leo #rottmnt leo x reader #rise!leo x reader #someone call this turtle their champion #why is tumblr mobile format so wack??

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Apparently I'm raiding my google docs for snippets I wrote months ago and probably won't ever continue (I might as well share them though!). This is post-HM core four fluff. CW: mentions of depression

*** “Quit stealing all the pillows!” Alya yelled before playfully whacking Marinette with a giant teddy bear.

Marinette stuck out her tongue. “I’m not stealing them, I’m arranging them nicely for all of us.”

“Uh-huh. And that’s why they’re all on your side of the blanket?”

“I mean, they are right now. It’s not like I’ve claimed the whole side to myself.”

“So you won’t mind if I go lay down on that pile?” She pointed to the highest stack of pillows.

“Of course not. I mean—wait, not yet! I still need to—Alya!”

Adrien smiled, resting his head against the back of the couch as he watched them bickering. Marinette caught his eye a few seconds later, grinning widely and making him feel warm all over. Nino sat beside him, unaware of the world as he stubbornly searched through his photos for a meme he apparently had to show Adrien (and no, apparently it couldn’t wait).

It baffled Adrien that they were doing all this for him.

He still felt sort of numb most days, his father’s crimes and the uncertainty of his own existence looming over him. But today…today was okay. Today his friends were building a blanket fort just because they wanted to make him smile.

Granted, there had been very little progress in the actual building process, but the smell of cookies baking and the sound of laughter made up for that.

Marinette soon gave up on hoarding pillows and crawled over to sit beside him. Adrien easily tossed an arm around her and pulled her in closer, his heart skipping a beat as she sighed contentedly.

“You okay?” She asked a few seconds later. “You’ve been quiet.”

Adrien squeezed her shoulder. “I’m good. Just taking it all in.”

She hummed in response and cuddled in closer. “Let me know if you need anything?”

“I…” He’d meant to say he would, but there was maybe a fifty percent chance of that being true, and he didn’t feel like lying. “I’ll try.”

Panic coiled in his gut as Marinette pulled back a little, searching his expression. But she just smiled and kissed him lightly.

“I’m proud of you.” She whispered the words against his lips before pulling back with a smile.

Now, Adrien definitely felt like a fraud. Because he was certain he hadn’t done anything worthy of her pride lately. Some days it took him hours to even get out of bed. He barely went outside. He couldn’t even remember if he’d showered that morning.

“Why?” he asked.

She tucked a strand of hair behind his ears—it was getting long, but he kind of liked it that way—and regarded him steadily. “Why not?”

For some reason that sank in, even though barely anything did these days. He couldn’t understand why anyone would be proud of him, yet it hadn’t occurred to her not to be?

He didn’t realize his eyes felt wet until Marinette reached up to wipe a tear, her forehead pinched in concern. She opened her mouth—no doubt to ask him for the millionth time if he was okay—when Nino cut her off.

“Yes!” He pumped his fist in triumph, leaning forward and waving his phone. “Found it! You gotta—dude, what’s wrong?”

Adrien shook his head, because nothing was wrong. Everything was perfect, really.

He hadn’t felt so safe and loved and free in longer than he could remember.

Ironically, his words remained trapped in his throat. Instead of trying to explain, he just pulled Marinette back to his chest and buried his face in her hair when she squeezed back tightly.

It didn’t take long for Nino and Alya to pile into the hug too, and for once, Adrien wasn’t ashamed to be a sobbing mess.

For once, he was certain he was happy.

#miraculous ladybug #core four #ficlet #coffeebanana writes #cw depression #healing #friendship #long post #miraculeakless

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scarlett-vixen · 2 years

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hey kat congrats on your milestone!! im a proud contributor 😌 can i please request fluff J with mammon? have fun w it!!

Thank you!! It took me longer to post these than I wanted but oh well.

Prompt: J- Jealous

Pairing: Mammon x reader

Genre: Fluff

The light shining through your window was a soft pink, a notebook laid open on your desk, a jacket was thrown across the back of your couch, and there sprawled out on your bed was a very grumpy demon. You had been invited to Purgatory Hall to spend the day with the Angels, without hesitation you had accepted, now six hours later he was impatiently awaiting your return.

Mammon huffed and rolled over on his stomach, face buried in your pillow, he hated waiting on you to get back. What was so great about the Angels anyway? They weren’t nearly as fun to hang out with as him yet you always said yes when they invited you over. He was tired of them cutting into his time with you, so this time he was going to give you a piece of his mind about it when you got back, maybe you’d stop leaving him behind so much if he explained why he was the better choice to hang out with.

“You know this is my room right?” You had walked in while Mammon was busy pouting, he jumped at your voice and sat up instantly, he ignored your question and started asking his own.

“Where ya been? How long did ya plan on making me wait huh? Ya know yer the only the only human that makes The Great Mammon wait? You should be honored that I did!” His brows furrowed, he was doing his best to look tough, you saw through his little act and could tell he was overjoyed you had returned, so you decided to mess with him.

“Do I sense jealousy? From THE Mammon??”

“WHA—ME? JEALOUS? What do ya think I’d be jealous of huh?” He tried to look stern but his bright red cheeks gave him away.

“I dunno, maybe the fact that I spent the day with a couple of Angels and not you?” His blush deepened and he quickly turned away from you. “You know you’re the Avatar of Greed right? Not Envy? Or did you and Levi swap while I was gone, I mean it was a whole six hours, who knows what changed in that massive amount of time!” You teased.

“It was a long time!” Mammon protested. “I had to sit here bored outta my mind while you were off bakin’ cookies with ‘em Angels again!” He was full on pouting at this point, his plan to scold you was foiled now that you had seen through his act so quickly.

“Well Mr. Know it All, that’s where you’re wrong! We didn’t bake anything! Instead, I was teaching them how to make friendship bracelets!” You stuck your tongue out playfully, it had been a while since you had seen him sulk this hard over sharing your time, but you knew he couldn’t stay mad at you for long.

“Ya made what?”

“Friendship bracelets! It’s a thing in the human world where two friends, usually younger kids, will make a cute bracelet for the other to wear showing the bond of their friendship! Luke wanted me to teach him how to make one so I did!” You beamed, proud of your achievement.

Oh great, cool, that’s fun. I didn’t realize you and Luke were such good friends, I mean I was your first friend but it’s okay, guess he’s your new best friend now.” Mammon was still seated on your bed, arms crossed and face red from embarrassment, you couldn’t help but tease him.

“Actually, I did make a bracelet for you. I was going to give it to you but since we aren’t best friends anymore, I guess I’ll just have to throw it away, after I spent soooo long making it.” You clutched your chest dramatically. The second born rolled his eyes and tried not to look too excited, he put his hand out waiting for you to show him the gift. From your jacket pocket you pulled out a small bracelet, golden strings braided together with a little M in the middle of it, you placed it in his palm and watched him turn it over a few times.

“Ya know…I’m not really into this kind of cheesy human world stuff…” He slipped the bracelet onto his wrist, still entranced by the way it glittered in the light.

“I understand, I can take—“

“No! Get away!” Mammon pulled his wrist close to his chest and turned his body away, preventing you from touching the bracelet. “It’s mine! I ain’t takin’ it off! Ya made it for me, ya can’t just take it back!”

You started to laugh, all jealousy was now gone and in its place was genuine pride and excitement, he was so easy to win over. Maybe now he wouldn’t get so upset when you spent time with the others.

“Fine keep it, but if you never take it off,” you wrapped your arms around the greedy demon, hugging him tightly and pressing your cheek against his, you could feel the heat from his face. “Then I guess that means we’re friends forever! Do you forgive me for abandoning you?” You gave him your best puppy dog eyes.

“Yeah yeah, I forgive ya…long as you remember who yer BEST friend is when ya hang out with ‘em again.” Mammon settled into your hug, still messing with his new accessory.

“Of course, how could I forget?”

#obey me #obey me mammon #obey me shall we date #omswd #omswd mammon #mammon fluff #mammon x reader #obey me gn!reader #mammon x gn!reader #kats 200+ event

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Why do I have gospel on My Spotify Daylist? I’m Atheist. Oh Also Here’s Some Background Info For the Fic :)

Haha ignoring the title, I just wanted to talk to you more about ‘The Impossible Adventures of the Phantom and the Ninja,’ give a sneak peak as to what I plan and maybe get your guys’ input.

So as I said before I love serialized cartoons centered around teenage superheroes. Maybe because I love comics, or because I too felt like I was living a double-life and found a connection to these characters. Still do even though I’m now older than the characters. But what I love most about them is the possibilities for world-building.

I love stories that center more about the world the author has created, along with how that world affects the character(s) relationships, traits, etc. It shows me the extent to the author’s creativity, having thought of all these cool societies, cultures that seems real like it could belong to the real world, even down to how people in that story keep track of time.

(Off topic but this is actually the main reason why I love the ATLA universe)

However I don’t really get that with the teen-superhero drama. Especially when it airs on cartoons like Disney or Nick. They do explore some topics for sure, but I’m looking more to the drawbacks of living a double-life. Mostly because I feel those drawbacks even today. Furthermore, most of these shows like Danny Phantom and Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja were only able to air due to both the networks and the creators, at least in simple terms. So sometimes shows would be canceled when it’s left at a cliff hanger (I.e. Teen Titians (2003) and RC9GN)

So that’s why I wanted to write this fanfic, I want to try to expand the worlds of both shows by connecting them together, I want to add my own flair to the characters, story arcs, and the direction of the series, and I really hope I do both shows justice because I grew up on these shows and I even still watch them (even when some words they use are outdated and just overly obnoxious/cringe)

Which brings me to the second part of this post. To those who read this far good for you, you get a cookie 🍪.

Anyways I have three arcs planned so far when it comes to this fanfic (more will defiantly be added later on). Granted it’s not all fleshed out so I’ll have to add or take out stuff as I continue with this story. But here’s a brief description and some notes for the first three arcs:

1. Origins

Obviously it’s the introduction to the story. Danny and Randy just returned to their homes a week before school starts, it’s their first year of high school and both of them have big plans for the next four years.

They just didn’t account the chance to become heroes of their respective towns.

The arc is going to be about 4 chapters long, ending with a rewrite on ‘Bitter Reunions’. The chapters will briefly glaze over the first six episodes of Danny Phantom. And the first like two/three episodes to RC9GN.

This arc will mostly focus on Danny struggling to getting a hold of his powers and Randy coming to terms that being a hero isn’t all sunshine and rainbows. Only problem is I’m not sure if I want that to happen to Randy this early on the story or not. Eh, guess we’ll see what I feel like, lol.

2) Original Storyline:

It’s in the works! This is set after both of their Halloween specials in season one. Mostly because this is placed in November. I might plan a chapter or two to happen before this arc so who knows (really want to write Fanning the flames- I have plans for that one it’s all based on a joke while I started writing out the three arcs lmao). I don’t want to say anymore other than the fact I want it to focus more on Japanese myths, it’s actually how I got inspired to write this fic so I’m really excited.

3) Interlude:

After that week-long adventure, Randy, Danny and friends slowly adjust to their new normal. Mostly just rewrites of canon episodes to help build up to another major story arc that is forming in my head at the moment. (It’s definitely a canon one just to give you a hint).

Anyways so yeah. That’s all I have so far. Thanks for reading, love y’all!

Ps if you see a poll thing, no you don’t. This is my first time posting on tumblr via phone and I don’t know how to delete it. (I’m not old I swear I’m in my early twenties 😭)

#danny phantom #randy cunningham 9th grade ninja #the impossible adventures of the phantom and the ninja #rc9gn

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ilikestufftalktome · 1 year

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tweek headcanons cause there’s my boy broke me

tweek and Craig have twelve guinea pigs cause thirteens an unlucky number and fourteens too much

tweek is friends with everyone

he may beat people up sometimes but who doesn’t?

hes friends with team craig which is a given

hes also super cool with kenny

which later led him to become close with Stan and Kyle

hates cartman tho

hes friends with the Asian girls too

they noticed how he looked and Craig and helped their friend out

the Japanese decide who’s gay after all

it clearly worked out since they got married

also he’s not addicted to coffee anymore

his parents went to jail and he inherited tweak bros and made it a bakery

I saw a headcanon once that he stress bakes so the bakery helped a lot

Especially when Craig leaves to go on his space mission to mars with stan

he was also super nervous when the mayor threw a kid at the two of them who they got cause she was gay

Despite having bad experience he’s a good dad

therapy helped

so did his ten batches of cookies

kyle was their daughters therapist and they eventually formed a personal bond but no other therapist actually helped as much as he did

so (Craig especially) got closer with kyle

tweek and Kyle were already friends tho

i have more that I’ll post eventually

maybe I’ll do one on the wedding

#south park #sp #craig tucker #tweek tweak #creek #tweek x craig #craig x tweek

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cdyssey · 1 year

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Abbott 2.15 Thoughts:

ABBOTT TIME. I drew this last night because I didn’t have the episode to obsess over.

“I am one minor inconvenience away from putting this whole day in rice.” What a glorious expression, omg.

Ava about Jacob’s carrot cookies: “Mm, no. Just looking at them almost put me over the top.” WKWJWNSNS. Also, Ava’s entirely pink pantsuit, omfg. Hot.

Melissa having her kids in line two seconds into the fire alarm vs. Ava HIGH-TAILING it OUT OF THERE QKQKWNDNSKAK. (It’s funny and so consistent with what we know about her!! She’s a Doomsday prepper! She’s always fearing the worst!)

YOU’RE FUCKING KIDDING ME. I WAS ANGST-POSTING ABOUT BARB’S CANDLE ACCIDENTALLY BURNING HERS AND MEL’S TABLE AND IT HAPPENED!!!!!!!!! LISTEN!

Mel: “Because as someone who wanted to be a firefighter, I hate fires. They sicken me. I want to fight them.” / Barb: “Smoke and fire—the devil’s fresh air.” Get you two girlfriends who have very strong opinions about fires.

The actor who plays Captain Robinson looks so familiar to me, omg. I’ve seen this dude before, but WHERE?

QQKWJWNWJEJEJDDJ, Ava’s prepper video. She’s gonna fight fire with fire.

“Facebook crashing—that’s for the older teachers… and a lice outbreak—for the white teachers.” Lmfao.

“Oh, my God. Someone’s trying to use cashmere and Jesus to blackmail Barbara.” / “You mean frame.” / “Semantics.” QOQOQKQMSNDNSJSJJSS. Name another show on air rn that’s funnier than this. Goddamn.

Mel about a fire truck: “Yeah, that’s—that’s one big daddy.” SOBBING. DON’T SAY IT LIKE THAT.

“That’s where youse all work those cute little puppy dog eyes to get the firefighters to let us play on the truck.” AOQMQWNSN. She is so fucking adorable.

Mel’s uncle being a firefighter and Joe maybe having been a firefighter!

“Wow… would you look at this big hunk of”—the firefighter assumes she’s coming over to flirt—“metal.” AKQWMENDJE.

“See, this is why I love fire trucks. I get older—they stay the same.” WOQOWJDNS. I’m losing it.

HOT COUNSELOR. WE DID IT, FANDOM. WE MANIFESTED HOT COUNSELOR.

“It is late morning, and the container is still completely full. I’ll pass.” QQKWJWJWJSJSJSDS.

“Me? Oh, I’m just fine.” Barbara Howard being in full mask mode. Oh, my God.

“Are you writing I’m fine?” / “Well, that’s a lot of writing for ‘I’m fine.’” / “It’s just two words and one of them is a contraction.” Not only does Barbara have to assert to herself that she’s fine, but she also has to be externally validated that other people are buying into her outward shields as well.

“So if there’s anyone to blame, it would be the wind.” 😭 Sobbing.

“Yes, but it seems like you’re an investigator of feelings. And I want you to know that I am feeling just fine.” Barbara spiraling. Y’all, I can’t do this.

Janine trying to use the trauma counselor like a therapist. 😭

Mel showing off her knowledge about fire trucks. This girl is hyperfixated!!!! She’s just like me, fr!! AKANSNSS, her getting inside the truck and honking the horn.

Gregory needing to put on his sweater + that little smirk he gives to the camera. AJWNDNS. God, I love him. / The counselor going, “We’ll dig into that later.” WKWKEJDNS.

“I’ve longed for protocol. This is the best day of my life.”

Gregory guessing that almost everyone in the book except for Barbara is not well-adjusted because no one expects for her to fall apart. She’s so good at keeping it together. Oh, my fucking GOD. (Also, lmao, at Mr. Johnson being the singlemost well-adjusted man the counselor has ever met.)

“I’m talking about Barbara Howard.” / “Are you sure don’t mean Janine?” NOT GREGORY GESTURING AT KID HEIGHT. ANQJWJKWDJ.

“Nothing shakes up people more than a fire. There’s usually something under the surface.” / “I feel like you’re reading her wrong. Barbara is the most put together and collected person at this school.” Sobbing. And then Barbara comes in AGAIN to reiterate that she’s fine. She has to hear SOMEONE ELSE tell her and confirm that she’s fine. She’s so insecure if she perceives that people aren’t buying her “I’m fine/I’m perfect” shtick. JESUS. I’m so normal about Barbara Howard.

WOQQKSJSJS. Barbara has never listened to Chaka Khan’s “Through the Fire” on her PANDORA. That is such a perfect detail. These writers know their characters so well.

Gregory coming to check in on Barbara. 🥺

“You are not a principal, Gregory. You are but a child.” HELP.

“I’m as good as it gets. Perfect, even.” I am UNWELL about this woman.

“Gregory, I am spiritually tenured. Mandates are nothing more than fervent suggestions. Ava would let me skip this.” QOQKQKWKWIEJDNSNSN. I know all my Barbava friends screamed.

“And don’t you think that if anyone should attend the fire safety meeting, it should be you, considering…?” 😭😭

“My shawl caught fire on a stained-glass Jesus candle. Nobody got hurt. So why don’t we all just put this ordeal behind us and move forward?”

Gregory putting his foot down!!!

“I miss Ava.” THE EMPHASIS IN MRS. BARBARA HOWARD’S VOICE. WKWNSNS. JERI, JERI, ARE YOU OKAY?

Melissa’s kids being bored af akkwjwiwjdnsw.

Gregory confiding in Janine about his worries about Barb, and Janine immediately going through the gamut of concerned questions. 😭 That’s their MOM.

“Doesn’t even make sense. Why would a fire own sunglasses?” Lmfao.

“Less of a question and more of a comment. I could run this meeting in my sleep.” Her energy in this episode GOD.

Melissa’s dreams of being a firefighter crushed by misogyny. 😭

“You can’t spell firefighter without ‘her.’” JACOB KQOQKWWKEJD.

Teddie trying to be Barbara’s supporters behind her, but Gregory getting himself into some deep shit by intuiting that Barbara’s insecurity is “getting older and becoming forgetful.” Melissa, indignant, protective: “What the hell?”

“You have no idea the nonsense that teachers get away with here repeatedly, but the one time I light a candle for peace of mind, without ever having a prior problem, you want to take it away from me. Well, that is unfair and ridiculous!” I AM SOBBJNG.

MEL RUNNING AFTER HER. THOSE ARE MY WORK WIVES.

Barbara in her classroom, arms crossed over her chest, breathing heavily. Hhhgh, and Mel immediately showing up to console her.

WOWOQKSNSJW, MEL TRYING TO CONSOLE HER VIA SHOWING HOW HOT SHE LOOKS NEXT TO A FIRE TRUCK. “Hard to be mad when I look that good.”

“Your hair matches the truck. Marvelous.” This is a funny line, but the way Barbara’s voice is on the verge of breaking. I’m going to McFucking lose it, and Melissa hears it too.

“You wanna talk about it?” Barbara initially shakes her head and repeats the same refrain she’s been peddling all episode, “I’m fine.” But then, because it’s Melissa, because she feels safe with her, she turns around and confides. “Been dealing with Gerald’s health.” There are tears in my eyes.

Melissa, wide-eyed, so goddamn tender: “Barb.” / “We had a prostrate situation.”

Melissa puts a hand on Barbara’s arm: “Oh, no. Oh, my gosh. Is he okay?” All of the mirth Mel has displayed throughout the entire episode is gone. She’s so present and sensitive to Barbara Howard.

“Yeah, doctor call this morning, said he is in the clear.” / Melissa, exhaling in relief: “Oh, thank God.” / “But those PSA numbers came back high. And y-y’know, the past few days, just waiting to find out the results, it’s been stressful.” / “Of course. I’m so sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t know.” Melissa’s voice being as gentle as it is literally going to break me.

“Well, all I could do was light my candle and pray… what was I gonna do? Sit around and worry about it all day? That never does any good.” Sheryl Lee Ralph, I’m sending you my therapy bill, and also nominating you for another Emmy. 😭

“Right? That’s life. Just always something coming at ya. You just gotta keep on truckin’.”

“I mean, if we were to blab every time life got hard, we would be…” / “Janine.” / GOD WKQOWKWDNKEJWJEJDNSS.

“Janine,” Barbara repeats, and they both laugh. Melissa teased that beautiful laugh out of her, and you can see that Barb has exhaled a little bit, just being able to confide in one of the people she loves and trusts most in this world. Don’t talk to me for 3-7 business days. I’m a WRECK.

“Oh, I’m glad he’s okay, honey.” And Mel goes in for the hug, but Barb’s back in composure mode, and she resists the full version. She’s still clearly… unsettled. 😭

MEL STEALING THE FIREFIIGHTER’S KEYS SJSJIWJS.

IT’S A FIFTY-SEVEN STEP RECIPE. AKQKWNSNWJS.

Jacob engineering a situation where they can use the aerial for Melissa. That’s his work mom!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“Well, either way, I will not be lighting my candle anymore. And that’s life, right? Right?” 😭 Life has only taught her that she has to repress the things that give her comfort. Ma’am.

BARBARA CONSOLING HER STUDENT. I’M INCONSOLABLE.

“You know it’s okay to feel scared. You don’t have to pretend that you’re not. Pretending can make it harder.” And then she reaches out and offers the student her hand. “You know; sometimes Mrs. Howard gets scared… and upset too.” Her smile briefly falls, her mask. “And that’s okay. Okay?” I’m sk fucking. I am 😭😭😭

MELISSA ON THE AERIAL!!!!!! JACOB BEING PUMPED.

“Ooh, should she really be up there in heels?” / “She’s wearing a helmet.” AKQOQKWISNSJ

“Hey, why don’t you try playing a sport that actually involves balls—like downhill skiing.” AQoqojqqoJQJWJDJD.

The Schemmentis being a legend. 😭 THE FIRE BEING STARTED BY HER OTHER UNCLE. “And I’m not snitching. He’s proud of it!”

Barbara clearing things up with the counselor!!! The counselor suggesting a day off!!!!!!!!! The counselor KNOWING that she can’t call it a mental health day because Barbara would never take it because she doesn’t consider her mental health as being a valid reason for taking care of herself. 😭

Barb taking the day off!!!!!!!!

“Just because you’ve got a round face like the Teletubbies sun baby doesn’t mean that the world revolves around you.” OQKQWKSNSNSN, AVA, MA’AM, I MISSED YOU. They write the funniest shit for her.

Ava trying to send Barb to the spa!! Barb spending time with her hubby. Listen, I’m sentimental.

MELISSA THINKING THE COOKIES ARE DELICIOUS SJSJDJS.

Perfect, perfect, perfect episode. I’m not going to stop thinking about it for five weeks. Oh, my God.

#maggie blogs #abbott elementary spoilers #s: abbott elementary

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august-anon · 1 year

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War on Christmas -- Squealing Santa 2022

My @squealing-santa gift is ready, and it is for the very very cool @a-fluffer-nutter! From your BNHA ship list I went with EraserMic, and had lots of fun with your prompt of "The pairing celebrating Christmas or the holidays. Opening presents turns to chaos!" Though, it wound up being more post-gift opening/cleaning up chaos in the end. I hope you enjoy!

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Fandom: BNHA

Ship(s): EraserMic

Characters (lee/ler): Switch!Aizawa/Switch!Yamada

Word Count: 1501 words

Summary: Hizashi and Aizawa get a little sidetracked while cleaning up the post-gift opening mess.

[ao3 link]

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Christmas in the Aizawa-Yamada home was turning out a bit more chaotic that year, compared to the celebrations of the past.

While Hitoshi had seemed perfectly content to sleep in until late in the morning, a boy after Shouta’s own heart, the combined energy and excitement from Hizashi and Eri had the whole household up when the sun had barely cleared the horizon. From there, the morning was a blur of messy breakfast, wrapping paper, and sparkly bows.

Now, they finally had a moment of quiet.

The moment Eri had opened her last, largest gift and found a pink, sparkly tricycle inside, Shouta knew it was over. While she would never demand it herself, they could all see how much she was itching to take it out for a ride, snowy lawns and icy sidewalks be damned. Hitoshi, perhaps seeing the exhaustion in Shouta’s eyes, or maybe just wanting to get out of the house because of the flirtatious looks Hizashi kept shooting him, didn’t hesitate to offer to take her out for a ride.

And then it was just the two of them, finally having a moment of privacy, getting to enjoy each other’s company… if it weren’t for the mess.

For so many years, when it had just been the two of them, there had always been so little to clean up. A few pieces of wrapping paper here, a handful of dishes there, and then the house was clean once more. Now, however, their living room was covered in brightly colored foil paper, all ripped to shreds. The dishwasher and sink were overflowing with dishes from cookie baking, large dinners, and sweet breakfasts. The coffee table was covered in frosting and edible glitter from Eri’s (and, admittedly, Hizashi’s) efforts. The house looked like Christmas had exploded, and not in a fun, festive way, and Shouta decided that that certainly wouldn’t do.

So, despite all Hizashi’s whining for attention, Shouta moved on to cleaning. They had plenty of time for Hizashi’s dramatic forms of affection later. Right now, Shouta wanted to be able to see the floor.

And then, as Shouta tried to gather up some of the stray pieces of colorful paper scattered around the tree, he felt something hit him in the back of the head. Looking down, Shouta saw a balled-up scrap of wrapping paper.

“You’re supposed to be cleaning,” Shouta said, raising an unimpressed eyebrow. “Not making more of a mess.”

Hizashi gave him an innocent look. “I don’t know what you mean, Sho.”

Shouta narrowed his eyes. Fine. Two could play at that game. Instead of immediately retaliating, Shouta only huffed and turned back to his own trash bag, shoving the balled-up paper inside and continuing to clean. He heard Hizashi let out a quiet sigh on the other side of the room and the rustle of him continuing to clean. That was when Shouta struck.

Quickly, he balled up several scraps of paper, doing his best to make it look like he was only trying to make the trash fit better. Then, he took his arsenal and chucked one directly at the back of Hizashi’s head. Hizashi yelped and whirled around, a hand raising up to where the paper hit him as he gave Shouta a startled look. Shouta smirked, throwing a second balled-up scrap and nailing Hizashi directly in the forehead.

“Oh, you’re on Sho!”

Shouta scoffed, wider grin tugging at his mouth. “I may not have started this fight, but I’ll certainly finish it.”

And then the room became a whirlwind of bright, flying paper. They had bought the pretty, decorative kind this year, for Eri and Hitoshi’s first holiday with them, which meant they were both likely to be shampooing glitter out of their head for weeks. Shouta wondered if they would ever get it out of the carpet.

Hizashi laughed the whole time, loudly and easily, dodging sloppily (despite the fact that Shouta knew he could do better than that, they were Pro Heroes after all) but throwing with alarming accuracy. Shouta, on the other hand, didn’t hold back. He was much more suited for this kind of war than Hizashi, with his skillset as an Underground Hero, but when he finally cracked, barking out a laugh when he accidentally knocked Hizashi’s glasses right off his face, he started to get a bit sloppy himself. There was a sort of fun in that too, not aiming to be perfect the whole time. It was a game, after all. A silly bit of fun. He could afford to not be perfect.

He would still win, anyway.

At least, he would have, if Hizashi wasn’t a dirty rotten cheat. With a battle cry, Hizashi broke from his side of the room, pelting a laughing Shouta with wrapping paper ball after wrapping paper ball as he charged, eventually tackling Shouta down to the ground.

“Hey!” Shouta snapped, trying his best to sound authoritative despite the lingering laughter in his tone. “Get off!”

Hizashi only laughed, pressing his weight further onto Shouta. Shouta scoffed and reached up, grasping around for one of the wrapping paper balls to shove down Hizashi’s shirt. Hizashi gasped in faux-offense.

“I’ve won, and you’re still trying to sabotage me?”

Shouta let out a grunt. “You didn’t win, you filthy cheat, you– ah!”

Shouta’s arm shot down in defense, but it was too late. Hizashi’s devious fingers were already buried in the hollow underneath his arm, scribbling and scrabbling away at the sensitive skin. Shouta bit out a curse, scrunching up his face and squirming underneath Hizashi in a half-hearted escape attempt.

Hizashi gasped in faux-offense. “Shouta, kitten, you’re accusing me of cheating?”

“Even more-so now,” Shouta ground out, refusing to give Hizashi the satisfaction of his ticklish laughter so easily.

“Why, kitten, I would never.”

Of course, the words were accompanied with Hizashi immediately darting forward and burying his face in Shouta’s sensitive neck, so clearly he wasn’t doing a very good job of defending his own actions. Shouta knew he should’ve grabbed his capture scarf off the hook in their bedroom that morning, just in case, because now without it, Shouta had nothing to block Hizashi from nibbling and nuzzling and huffing out breaths that unfortunately sent Shouta squealing.

Hizashi huffed a laugh against his neck, which certainly didn’t help Shouta’s predicament. “Wow, Sho. I think that’s a new record, huh?” He blew a quick raspberry against one of Shouta’s weak points. “That may be the fastest I ever got you to laugh, huh?”

Shouta had never been a man of many words, so he figured a simple “Fuck you!” would suffice as a reply.

But, Shouta realized, with Hizashi’s new focus on one of Shouta’s weaker points, his fingers were less focused and intense, fumbling and half-hearted as Hizashi sought out better reactions with new methods. Shouta had control of his arms again. And Hizashi had far more weak points than he did.

Shouta’s hands shot out, wrapping his arms around Hizashi’s back and rolling them over, scratching his fingers in-between Hizashi’s ribs as they went. Hizashi shrieked, barking out a loud laugh, tilting his head back with the force of it. Shouta shrugged his shoulders up to try and rub the remaining ticklish feeling away (and keep Hizashi from getting any more ideas).

“Not fair!” Hizashi cried out through his laughter.

Shouta raised an eyebrow. “Not fair? It wasn’t me who brought tickling into this, Zashi.”

Hizashi twisted underneath him, probably trying to get leverage to throw him off, but Shouta wouldn’t allow that. He pushed Hizashi back down, planting his legs firmly on either side of Hizashi’s hips, and finally enacted his true revenge.

His fingers jumped from tickle spot to tickle spot, wiggling and spidering and scratching as swiftly as they could. Hizashi wailed in response, his laughter going near-hysterical as his senses were overloaded, not being able to keep up with how quickly Shouta was switching spots. His hands were always two steps behind in defense, never knowing where to jump next to stop Shouta.

It was a good thing Shouta knew how much he loved this. Otherwise he might actually feel bad about the tears of mirth slowly building up in Hizashi’s eyes.

And then the front door burst open, revealing their two children, both seemingly far too energetic for having been sloshing through slush and snow for the better part of an hour. Shouta halted in his attack, opening his mouth to greet them even as he started to remove himself from Hizashi’s waist, when he was tackled back to the ground himself. Shouta shot Hizashi a glare, wishing the kids were still outside so he could spit out a curse or two at being so sloppy in his own defense. Hizashi winked at him, then turned his beaming smile on their children.

“Hey, wanna see what Sho looks like when he really smiles?”

Maybe family tickle fights would become another one of their new Christmas traditions, after this year.

#squealing santa #squealing santa 2k22 #ss2k22 #tickle fic #my writing #bnha tickling #lee!aizawa shouta #lee!yamada hizashi #ler!aizawa shouta #ler!yamada hizashi #ticklish!aizawa shouta #ticklish!yamada hizashi #bnha #yamada hizashi #aizawa shouta #erasermic

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kalopses-sonderes · 2 years

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Wanted pt.3

‼️Discontinued A Pure Vanilla Vs Millennial Tree x Baker! Reader

a/n: This is my 500th post💃🏽

previous part

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“Um, Millennial tree.. theres someone behind you..” You and the yellow haired cookie behind Millennial tree made eye contact

“Pure Vanilla, seems you found-” Millennial Tree turned around and saw Wind Archer tied up, passed out, and being held by the arm by Pure Vanilla. “..Why do you have Wind Archer, and would you mind getting your staff out of my face.” Pure vanilla holds his staff back to his side.

Pure vanilla drops Wind Archer. “Baker, im very sorry about the posters. They werent made by any of the cookies in the kingdom you so graciously made. We have been framed to make you think we’re the bad guys, but we arent!” Pure vanilla pays no mind to Millennial Tree. “I can keep you safe, like I did once before!” He started to sound more desperate with every word.

“All empty promises and words that hold no meaning, Disgusting.” Millennial Tree spat.

“I do believe you have no say in promises with the many promises you made just for them to be broken..” Pure Vanilla said with a face that sent shivers down your spine.

“I had my reasons and you know that!” Millennial Tree yelled.

You didnt know what to say. Somehow Pure vanilla, as they call him, protected you before. Theres tension between Millennial Tree and him. Wind Archer is passed out and tied up. You just want to disappear and not be involved in this mess.

“I’ll kill you before you can be in arms reach of baker.” Millennial Trees words snapped you out of your thoughts.

“Before you do, all that, explain whats going on.” You crossed your arms.

“Its a long story baker, please leave the situation to us-” Millennial Tree started.

“No! I have been dragged around, not knowing whats going on! I deserve explanation!” You interrupted.

They’ve never seen so upset, especially at them. Before, you were the nicest person in the world. You would never yell at anyone or anything, you were very calm and collected, well that was before the incident. The never saw you again, until a few days ago when you arrived back down to earthbread. You changed.

“Alright, you might wanna sit for this.” Millennial Tree said.

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~A few years ago~

(Millennial Trees Pov)

I was in love with baker, and a few cookies said I was calculated and had a way with words like no other cookie around and thats why Baker loved me too. But my best friend also loved Baker, he didnt know I also loved them. Im not sure what to do. I made a promise to him, if i were to ever gain feelings for baker I would let him confess first.

“Are you alright? You’ve been more quiet then normal.” My best friend, Pure Vanilla said.

“Mm, Im fine, just tired.” I just can’t tell him about this situation. It will be a conflict, but it can be postponed to a later time.

“Oh! Well, it is rather later, how about you stay here tonight, id hate for you to walk this late.” He said with a smile.

Im laying in the bedroom next to my Bestfriend. Im not sure what im feeling. Maybe its envy? Pure Vanilla has so many accomplishments and is very popular, what if Baker doesnt like me, but instead him? Id be happy for him on the outside, but the inside. I’d be but a wilting flower in a cage that was stripped of its dreams to be in the golden sunlight.

“Oh Baker, how do you do it? You have two people madly in love with you, but give neither of us more attention or affection than the other. Maybe you know what you’re doing and just making a game of us to make us work for your love. Oh but I’ll love you no matter how many games you make of me.” I whisper while dozing off to sleep.

Im walking down the grand stairs to the dining room, Pure Vanilla woke me up and told me to get ready because theres a guest coming for breakfast, and a special surprise.

The way to the dining is long, but I’ll take the shortcut. I walk behind the grandstairs, by the garden, I was gonna walk past it, but I saw Baker standing alone in the Garden. I open the glass door, I feel the cool breeze that greeted me the second I stepped out the door.

“Baker, might I ask why your standing here alone?” I say as I walk up to them.

They turn around to look at me, then smile. “Just enjoying the scenery, care to join me.” They put their hand out for me to hold.

I hold their hand and offer a small smile.

We’ve been hold hand, walking around the garden, and just enjoying each others company for who knows how long. The thought of going back inside to eat with Pure Vanilla left our minds long before.

“Hey um, can I ask you something?” Baker said to me as she stopped in the direct center of the garden, the best spot.

“Anything.” I say as I put my hand on their cheek.

“I.. Millennial Tree I love you..” Baker could barely look me in the eyes as they said that.

Before I could respond our moment was cut off by Pure Vanilla.

“How could you Millennial Tree! You left me alone to go be alone with Baker, the person I loved and you knew that!”

I looked more guilty than I have before. He never calls me by my full name, usually just ‘Tree’.

“Im sorry Pure Vanilla, I dont love you.” Baker said while looking off in the distance.

“I-” Pure Vanilla started to choke on his words. “Please.. You have too, all the special moments we had..” He was on the verge of tears.

“Im sorry, I only saw you as a friend. Sometimes like an older brother.” Baker seemed more shy.

Pure Vanilla went in side without saying another word.

“Pure Vanilla wait!” I ran after him, leaving baker to be alone in the garden once more.

He Went into his room and locked the door, im to late so im locked out.

“Pure Vanilla please let me in!”

“You knew i loved them Millennial Tree.”

“Im sorry..”

“What about our promise Millennial Tree.”

“I loved them even before we made the promise.”

There was shuffling in his room, then it stopped, them he opened the door and walked right past me with something in his hand.

“Pure Vanilla whats in your hand?!” I try to reach for it and then he pushes me back to the ground.

Pure vanilla sped walked to the garden as I struggled to keep up. When I made it to the garden Pure vanilla was talking to Baker, he then focused his gaze on me, then gave me that one smile that i will forever hate. He grabbed baker then clicked the button on the thing he was holding. Then they disappeared in the blink of an eye.

…

(Back to 3rd person pov)

…

When Millennial Tree finished talking, you stayed silent for a bit. “Well, what happened to ’me’ next? Before, Pure Vanilla said ‘he was trying to protect me’”

“Pure Vanilla do you mind explaining?” Millennial Tree smiled at Pure Vanilla.

Pure Vanilla scoffed then walked away.

“Wait! I need to kno-” He tried to run after him but Millennial Tree grabbed you.

“He stored you in the basement under the castle, you had no contact with anyone besides him. and of course, you lost your mind. But thats a story for another time dear.”

Pure Vanilla came to come get me but left without putting up a real fight, somethings off. You thought.

“I can tell what your thinking, it was a promise thats why. Now get some sleep We’ll be leaving at dawn.” Millennial Tree says as he grabs Wind archer and leaves the room.

…

To be continued..

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Rent-A-Boyfriend

Sam is in desperate need of a date for Christmas. After 22 years of being single, this is his chance to prove that he’s more than just a pretty face and a brain full of knowledge. Danny is in desperate need of cash before he spends New Years on the street. It’s a match made in heaven.

Pairing: Sam Kiszka x Danny Wagner

Word count: 3.1k

“I don’t get it,” Danny sighed. “I just paid you rent. By my counts, I’m ahead by three months.”

“I’m sorry. Mr. Wagner. It’s explicitly detailed in your lease. You have a three month grace period for your light bill. If you don’t pay what you owe in full by January 1st, you’re on the street.”

“It’s winter! There has to be some kind of law against that.”

“I truly feel for you. I do,” his landlord muttered, “but you’re only behind five hundred dollars. Happy holidays!”

“Happy holidays,” he mumbled, slamming the door to his apartment after the landlord had walked away. He furiously sat down on his couch, grabbing one of his throw pillows and screaming into it. He only had two weeks to come up with $500. There was absolutely no way he would be able to get that kind of money in that short amount of time.

It was while he was thinking of ways to come up with ways to earn cash when the thought of his parents entered his mind. They had always said that if he was ever in dire straits that they would lend him an amount he needed. But, Daniel had vowed to himself the moment they made that offer that he would never take it. It wasn’t that he was too proud, he just knew how hard they worked and he would feel bad taking away from them. And, if he was being honest, he wanted to prove to himself that he could make it on his own. But, as time was beginning to tell, he clearly couldn’t.

Setting the pillow to the side, Danny sighed and picked up his phone to search for possible ways to get money fast. He didn’t know what he was expecting, but he also didn’t like the results. The majority of them involved selling his body and that definitely was not on the table.

A new frustration burning in his veins, he closed out google and instead went to facebook seeing that his sister just posted. Before he had seen the picture Josie posted, he scrolled past a post from one of his old neighbors across the street that was advertising that she was offering to cook Christmas dinner for anyone that was willing to pay. At the time he didn’t think much of it. Instead, he just scrolled past and searched for Josie’s page. It wasn’t until later that he put the thought together - selling himself and Christmas dinner. It was stupid and also a huge bruise to his dignity, but he was desperate to make the money and he had very very limited options.

Biting the bullet, Daniel opened up Craigslist on his phone and created his post advertising himself as a Boyfriend For Hire.

Need a hot boyfriend for the holidays? I’m all you need. I’ll cook, clean, and help your mom with the dishes after dinner. I have nothing against a little PDA and maybe something more if you treat me right. Give me a ring and we’ll talk.

Closing his eyes, he hit the publish button and turned off his phone. With his exhaustion finally hitting him full force, Daniel took a shower and went to bed. He had long forgotten about the post he made and it would be quite the rude awakening for him the next morning.

+++

“Bringing someone this year?” Josh asked, placing a freshly frosted cookie onto the tray. He went in for another, using his other hand to smack Jake’s hand away.

“Ouch!” Jake snipped, redirecting his attention to Sam. “Yeah, kid, mom wants a head count.”

Sam looked at his brothers. It happens every year. Every December since he turned seventeen, he would be asked the same question: are you bringing a date to Christmas dinner? He ignored the question, sliding the warm cooking onto the cooling rack.

“Look!” Jake smirked, nudging his older brother. “His ears are turning red.”

Josh joined in on the childish teasing. “No one you’re going to drag under the mistletoe?”

Sam rolled his eyes. “I will when I’m good and ready.”

“That’s what losers say when they can’t get a date.”

“I have a date!” Sam defended, already regretting the words leaving his mouth. “He’s great!”

“But is he coming to dinner?” Jake teased.

Sam pulled his phone out, pressing a random contact.

“This number has been disconnected.”

“Hey!” Sam said coolly. “How do you feel about coming to dinner? It’s this weekend.” He listened to the droning of the dial tone. “Of course. Seven. Amazing, I’ll text you my address. Love you.” He slid his phone into his pocket. “He’s coming now.”

Josh raised his eyebrows, placing a gumdrop on a cookie. “I guess you’re more grown up than we thought.”

“He can sit right next to me,” Jake smiled. “What’s his name, anyway? I want to know what to write on the place cards.”

The hair on Sam’s neck stood. “Jeff.”

“Jeff…?” He waved his hands. “You need to give me something else to work with.”

“Jeff Giiii-” He tried to think but the only name that came to mind was Gillooly, the ex-husband of Tonya Harding. “Jeff,” he spotted Jake’s guitar case, “Gibson! Jeffery Gibson.”

“Jacob Thom- if you don’t stop eating my cookies, I swear to god.”

“Watch this!”

“Not my gumdrop buttons!” Josh cried, chasing after his brother with the spatula. This left Sam alone to think about his actions and the pickle he found himself in.

Scrolling through Facebook, Sam tried to think of a way to keep his integrity and fake a boyfriend coming to dinner. Weather wouldn’t be an acceptable lie as there hadn’t been a snowfall in a few days and there wasn’t one expected until after the holidays. Maybe a sudden illness. It would come off as too convenient and he would never hear the end of it. He checked through the local newsfeed. He learned of the tree lighting ceremony and the successful canned food drive. The idea hit him. The resume section looked promising. He scrolled through them, glancing over them. All of them advertised different skills. One near the bottom of the page caught his eye. It had been posted a little over a week ago. Sam sat up, letting his eyes focus on the screen to make sure he read it right.

“Need a hot boyfriend for the holidays?” He read in a hushed tone. “Oh god, this is what I’m going to do, isn’t it?” He clicked on the photo file, praying it wasn’t a virus. “Well, he’s not hideous.”

Sam sighed, clicking on the highlighted phone number at the bottom of the ad. Of course he’d have to resort to a stranger on the internet.

+++

“Daniel?” Sam asked, nearing the table in the middle of Starbucks.

The man stood up. “Yes? Are you Sam?”

“Yes. Can we talk about the whole… arrangement?”

Danny motioned for him to sit. The two of them sat for a moment, neither wanting to start first. Danny had a list of things that were on the table, off the table, and negotiable. Sam also had his own list, but first came the why. Sam looked at Danny. He’s handsome, tall, and well groomed. He could have anyone he wanted, so why was he here advertising himself as a holiday hoe. He recognized him, vaguely.

“Did you ever go to Wallworth College?”

Danny nodded. “I graduated two years ago. Do you go there?”

“Yeah. I graduated last week. I start grad school in January.”

Danny had his fair share of questions. Sam had a nice smile and a good head of hair. He couldn’t figure out why Sam would need a date for Christmas when he could have asked anyone on the street.

Sam chuckled. “I don’t know how to ask, but what are you asking for in return?”

“Three fifty, minimum,” Danny said. “And before you let your mind wander, I need it to pay my bills. The line about treating me right in the ad was just for attention. I don’t feel comfortable with a stranger.”

Sam rolled his eyes. “Good. I just need you for one dinner and that’s it.”

“What do you want me to do? Cuddle you in front of the fire? Make someone jealous? I gotta have something to work with.”

“I’ve never brought someone home for christmas and I’m sick of my brothers picking on me for it.”

“Okay, so you need the basic package.”

“... I guess? Here’s my address.” Sam handed him an envelope. “There’s one hundred in there and I can have the rest after dinner.”

Danny rifled through the envelope. “What’s all this?”

“And your name is Jeffrey Gibson.”

“My name Jeff,” Danny quoted, laughing extremely hard as Sam’s chest went warm at the sound. He noticed that Sam was not amused. “You’ve never seen 22 Jump Street? Channing Tatum? Jonah Hill?”

Sam blinked. “We need to focus, Jeff.”

“You’ve really never seen it?”

Sam closed his eyes as he set his jaw. It didn’t matter how cute Danny was, they had a job to do and there was no time for distractions.

“Memorize the index cards. It’s everything important you need. Text me when you get to my house.”

+++

Sam felt his stomach turn all day. He’d been terrified that Daniel wouldn’t show. Dinner started in less than an hour. The more the grandfather clock in the hall clicked, the more he feared the stranger from Craigslist had run off with his money. Instead, the doorbell rang twice. Sam perked up, seeing a mop of curly black hair peeking through the window beside the door. He opened it.

“I told you to text me.”

Danny frowned, holding two wrapped boxes. “What?”

“I told you to text me when you came to the driveway so we cou-”

“Sammy!” Jake shouted, leaning on his older brother. “Let your boyfriend in, it’s cold!”

Danny gingerly stepped into the house. Josh took the two gifts, thanking him quietly before setting them beneath the tree. Josh returned to Danny peeling his coat from his shoulders. “I’m Josh and this is Jake.”

“Daniel Wagner, but you can call me Danny,” he grinned, shaking Jake’s hand.

Sam’s eyes widened as his plan was beginning to fall apart. “What are you talking about, Jeff?”

Danny shrugged. “I go by Jeff on campus, silly,” he booped his nose, “We’re not on campus, are we, darling?”

“I guess not,” Sam said, his smile straining as they were already floundering despite the night just starting.

Josh stared at the guest curiously. “So, Daniel, why ‘Jeff’?”

“Middle name. My full name is Daniel Robert Jeffery Gibson Wagner.” He looked over at the ornaments on the tree. “It’s a mouthful, I know, but so am I. Sam knows.”

Jake’s eyes widened as he laughed awkwardly. Sam smacked his “boy toy’s” arm. “Tell them what you really mean.”

“Fine,” he sighed. “Personality wise, I’m a handful. My name is a mouth full. I’m just always full, right Sammy? Speaking of full, I know it’s rude to ask, but it was a long drive and I’m starving.”

“Ma!” Josh shouted. “Daniel is hungry!”

“Who is Daniel?”

“Me, ma’am,” Danny said, raising his hand. He offered her what he knew was a charming smile and made sure to really turn it up to 11.

“Oh.” Mrs. Kiska looked at her youngest son. “I thought you were bringing J- Oh, is this something- Sam, you didn’t. I raised you better than that.”

“I am Jeff, ma’am. It’s a middle name.”

She placed a hand to her chest. “Thank god. I knew I didn’t raise a cheater.”

Sam looked down at his own shoes for a moment. “Yeah, um, well. This is Daniel, my boyfriend.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” she shook his hand. “Dinner will be ready in a little bit. I sent Sammy to the store earlier and that set me back. Go ahead and make yourselves comfortable.”

The Kiszkas all took their respective seats at the table, joking about. Danny silently excused himself, stepping into the kitchen. “Do you need any help, Mrs. Kiszka?”

She looked back at him for a moment. “Do you really want to help or do you feel obligated to help?”

He thought of his answer carefully. “I really want to help.”

Sam worried at the thought of Danny alone in the kitchen with his mother. Who knows what they’d talk about. What if he told her the truth? He stood up, quickly seated as Danny walked in behind Mrs. Kiszka, his hands in mitts and carrying the ham. “Dinner is almost ready!” He grinned.

Danny sat back down between Jake and Sam. Veronica and her date, Blaine, took their spots. Mr. Kiszka finally made his appearance, coming in from helping a neighbor with last minute decorations. Pleasantries were exchanged and dinner was finally served. Everyone passed the bowls around, taking their turns with bits of conversation.”

Ronnie smiled at Danny. “I’m dying to know how you guys met. Sam’s so serious all the time.”

Danny chuckled. He tried, really tried, to remember the cards but Sam’s chicken scrawl was far too squished to read. “The campus health clinic, we were getting supplies at the same time and our hands touched in the bowl.”

Mr. Kiszka smiled. “My boy’s got game.”

“Oh, yes he does,” Danny confirmed. “He’s the sweetest. Our first date, he took us to the carnival.”

Mrs. Kiszka audibly gushed at the thought of her most stoic son breaking down for someone. Sam’s face burned as he chewed his food. He hadn’t had any of this in the cards. According to what he’d written, they’d met in the library and had their first date going to the art museum. Danny spun wild tales of the two of them spending hours talking and going to places that Sam wouldn’t be caught dead in. He stayed quiet for most of it.

Danny hadn’t even noticed he was mostly talking out of his ass. He was so nervous even though he’d never see this family again. Living well over an hour away, he had nothing to worry about. Sam nudged him after dessert, glaring at the door. Danny excused himself a minute or so after Sam left the table.

“What the hell was that?” Sam demanded. “You’re spouting absolute bull and you know it.”

“What do you mean?” Danny asked. “Your family is eating it up. You’re welcome.”

“You had one job and that was to memorize the fucking cards and what did you do? You went completely off the rails and now you have my entire family in love with you.”

“...Am I supposed to apologize for being devastatingly charming?”

Sam groaned. “I-”

“Uh oh, look who’s under the mistletoe!” Mrs. Kiszka shouted out gleefully, a wide grin on her face as her cheeks were flushed from the wine she was drinking.

Sam and Danny both paused their bickering as their gazes slowly drifted upwards. Sam internally winced as he realized exactly which door frame they were standing beneath. He had made an effort all night to try and avoid this spot and it seemed that he forgot while his mind focused on arguing. He panicked and searched his brain desperately for a way out of the situation. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to kiss Daniel - he was stupidly attractive and, yeah, maybe he had thought about kissing him but they were fake dating and boyfriends kiss. But he also didn’t want to put Danny in a bad position, so that meant looking for any and every possible out of the situation.

“Well, mom, it’s actually wisteria-”

Sam was given absolutely no warning before he felt Daniel’s lips against his. He hadn’t even realized that his hands had come up to rest on Daniel’s sides or that he was reciprocating until he heard someone clear their throat. Pulling away from one another, Sam looked over to see that his entire family had been gawking at them, his sister trying very hard to contain her laughter. His face felt hot and he couldn’t even begin to try and blame the wine he had drank.

“If you two are done, I’d like to go throw up, now,” Jake stated, turning on his heel and walking down the hallway.

“That’s homophobic, Jake!” Sam yelled after him, leaning over Danny’s shoulder to do so because the pair hadn’t let go of one another.

In response, Jake just flipped him off as he continued towards the bathroom. Mrs. Kiszka disappeared back into the dining room. Sam waited for a moment before pulling his wallet from his back pocket.

“I think it’s best if you leave,” Sam snapped. He handed Danny the rest of what he owed him.

“You’re right. I wouldn’t want to upset you more.”

Ronnie poked her head out of the door. “Join us for Uno, boys?”

“Regrettably, I have to bow out,” Danny said. “Rain check, right?”

Sam’s older sister nodded. “Sure thing. See you on New Years?”

“Maybe.” Danny shot Sam a glare before storming out.

Sam crossed his arms, huffing. If there was any explanation as to why he never brought anyone over for the holidays, it was this.

+++

After the Christmas debacle and avoiding questions on New Years about where his lovely boyfriend had disappeared to, Sam finally felt like he was in control. He had a fresh haircut and a new start at Oakhurst University. He’s beginning his master’s and he felt good about his life.

Danny walked into work feeling like a new man. He’d paid off his debts and had a lovely rest of his break with his family. He no longer had a fear of being evicted and set up his bills on autopay. He made his way to his first classroom of the day.

“Good morning, class. This is advanced microbiology,” he said. He adjusted his tie, glancing around the room. “I’m Professor Wagner, officially. You can call me Danny. If you’ll open your emails, I just sent out the syllabus.” He opened his laptop. “Roll call.”

“Martin Alley,” he said, beginning the alphabet. His brain acted on autopilot, nodding to each ‘here’ called out. “Sa-Samuel? Samuel Kiska?”

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” Sam grumbled under his breath. “Here!”

Danny finished the alphabet. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from his fake ex-boyfriend sitting in the back of the classroom. “I know you’re all dying to leave. Just read the syllabus and come back Wednesday ready to take notes.

The class quickly filed out. Sam lingered for a moment.

“Are you going to drop my class?” Professor Wagner asked, barely looking at his only pupil in the room.

“Required for my major. I’ll see you on Wednesday, Jeff.”

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