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First up, Osana Najimi💢 (Obvi🤭)

As you can see, she's overly "glammed up". (And has tried to get Taro to do the same thing) This Osana is trying to get in good with the popular girls. But, she still needs a tan and dyed blonde hair. Her week is all about going from ordinary to extraordinary, while trying to change Taro with her.

Day 1: Instead of the usual "I made too much for lunch this morning" thing, Osana will be nitpicking Taro's look. She'll tell him to unbutton his uniform and scuff his hair as to not look so "good" If he's gonna be her friend, he has to look the part. He'll hastily do what she asks, but tease her. Saying that it'll be odd for such a pretty girl to be walking around with a guy who looks like he just rolled out of bed. Osana will get flustered and tell him to shut his trap. And to punish him for his words, she's gonna do his make up at lunch. He'll playfully pout, but overall agree to meet her on the roof.

To ruin this, Ayano will have to steal Osana's make up bag and ruin the contents in some way (Water, garbage, oil, etc) and put it back in her bookbag. This will make for an embarrassing reveal of soiled makeup products when the two meet.

This however, will go different than it would in the original game. Instead of being awkward and put off, Taro will be a good sport about it. And tell Osana he'll go with her and Raibaru to the mall to get new ones. This is a fun change, because this way it'll motivate Ayano to try harder to break up their friendship. And Taro's reactions will grow dimmer and dimmer as the week progresses.

If Ayano doesn't sabotage, Osana and Senpai will share a giggly yet intimate moment and she paints his face. It won't be a big noticeable change, just blue eye shadow and eyelashes when he goes to class. Because in the ginger's words "Hmph, I think you learned your lesson"

Sorry this is long, got passionate😅 If anyone wants to hear the full weeks of the rivals, I'll be sure to post them once I'm done with the introductions and changes😄

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fairy/butterfly gyal design…

I’m thinking of names for her…

fae people in my world retain classic features, such as butterfly or moth wings and being a few inches tall. Their ears aren’t as long as elf ears relative to their size.

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Though people are saying the "ai thing" just to get people mad and to act smart, I say this is like it in a good way. As someone who constantly plays character ai, reading this made me feel like the app's biting off of you.🤣 You have wonderful vocabulary and this was delightfully immersive.

Fisherman!John Price x Mermaid!Reader🐟🐟🐟

Pairing: John Price x F! Black reader

Tw: None/a little eerie

Notes: Reader has some form of long hair;Locs, Faux locs, Braids, etc; Reader's skin is described as dark for now; This is proofread but there may still be mistakes🐟🐟🐟

Fisherman! Price that practically lives out on his boat. A used sailboat given to him by an acquaintance he’d met a few months after moving to this small town by the sea. Apparently, their grandfather had gotten too old to enjoy it anymore, so he sold it to John, someone he thought could use the salty sea air and tranquility. Price must’ve had ‘retired military man’ written all over his face because he was told they decided to ask him the moment his truck pulled into town.

To this day Price doesn’t really know why he accepted the vessel. He didn’t know much about boats, nor did he have a particular affinity for fishing, something the previous owner said was possible thanks to the large dragnet installed on the left side of the boat. Sure, it was a ridiculously great price for such a large boat, but it was obviously old, nothing like the aesthetic pictures he’s seen on brochures and movies, and he didn’t know anything about fixing boats either. Still, maybe it was the way they insisted, or the promise of something to do with this new excess of free time he has to get used to. Maybe it was the eerily pretty mermaid keychain hanging off the key dangled in front of him.

That's old news now, months having passed since then. Months filled with leisurely replacing the chipped paint, fixing old creaks and groans in the floors, cleaning up, and simply enjoying the sun on his skin. Still, to this day he hasn’t once used the drag net rolled neatly above the left side of his sailboat, opting instead to use a simple fishing pole if he ever felt like throwing a line.

Fisherman! Price’s days are peaceful now. That's what he tells himself anyway. Substituting ‘peaceful’ for lonely. With all the time spending chores done, John has to find things to keep himself busy. His old team are all doing their own separate things these days, none of them having the time to visit John’s new apartment yet, a place John himself hardly frequents. He spends all his time on the boat, even spending most of his nights there in the cozy little living quarters below deck. Anything other than going back to that empty, unfamiliar apartment. Maybe John is lonely.

One night Price is laying in his bed, key ring around his finger and mermaid keychain dangling above his nose while he takes the time to actually, really look at it. Something had kept him from doing so ever since he first laid eyes on carved metal. The mermaid seemed as if it was whittled, or carved anyway, with the scales on the tail being a little rough around the edges, scratchy on the tips. Like they could cut you if you pressed your thumb into them hard enough. Of course, John tried, just to see, but with his rough, calloused hands, they hardly made a dent in his skin. Then there's the face. A dark crystal. Maybe a mineral that he guesses is obsidian, so dark you can see purple and sometimes green, iridescent sparkles in the skin. The small keychain, small enough to fit in the palm of his hand, is obviously old, parts of the metal scratched and faded, but it still seemed like it was made with technique, just not polished and finished. Maybe it's looking at the mermaid that brought John out to the middle of the dark ocean that night.

Price hardly ever sails so late, and if he does it's never far from the docks, but something drew him out tonight. He dropped the dragnet into the water, something he's never done. He's not even sure if there's any bait set. He's not even sure if he came out here to fish. 

The water moves as usual, but the moon is reflecting off of it so bright, it feels like if Price turned around, it’d be right behind him. Price waits and waits, for what he doesn’t really know, but when the water just continues to wobble calmly, he sighs and rubs a hand down his beard, whatever daze he was in, gone. What is he doing out here? John pulls over a chair and plops down on it, before lighting himself a cigar. What is he looking for in this place? On this boat, in this town? He just lets out another deep sigh and sits in silence, until it’s broken by the sound of bubbles.

The sound itself isn’t enough to move Price out of his seat. It's the sudden jolt, so hard that the ship rocks and John almost topples out of his chair. It makes him hop up and stumble over to the edge of the boat to look at what's causing it. The water is no longer still and instead gurgling and bubbling aggressively around the hull. John curses when the ship dips again, before moving to raise the dragnet. He had no idea what kind of aquatic life was inside, and it didn’t seem like fish, but he knew it would drag him under if he didn’t let it go now. The sailboat struggles and so does the ex-military captain, with John grunting and the ship creaking against the strain. With man and machinery working together, Price manages to lift the dragnet up to the surface, high enough for him to try and get a grasp at what was trying to capsize his sailboat. Well, there's definitely fish, dozens caught in his one net. A bunch of colorful varieties he’s sure he’s never seen at the market, almost as if they swam here from somewhere else. It's not the abundant variety of colorful, wriggling fish that steals John's attention though. It’s the pair of wide eyes looking back at him that stop him in his tracks, his cigar dropped and put out by the seawater on the deck. He gets a glimpse of skin behind the sea life, skin as dark as the water below, but the eyes, framed by thick lashes, stand out bright white like the moon in the sky. John can only stare for a moment before the net suddenly snaps where it’s connected to the metal pulley.

Everything inside roughly lands onto the deck. Some of the fish escape over the side, flopping out of the haphazardly torn netting, but the rest of them twitch and lay around a dark mass. John is frozen still as he watches the mass slowly rise, revealing a figure. Shoulders, a waist, then a head, lifting up and revealing ropes of long, dripping hair. John would admit that he was scared stiff when he first met you. The first time he saw your long, black tail with the sparkled fin at the end. But he couldn't say he was scared when he finally saw your face. Your bright eyes that fluttered closed before you fell back onto the deck, lost to the world for the rest of the night.

A/n: I typed this entire thing out on the computer so the paragraphs are thickums. Lately I've been worried that my writing "feels" Ai-like, or that some dodo is gonna try to cause me of using it. This post feels like one of them ones, like idk too formal. But I wanted to give it a fantasy book feel idk. Anyway! Part 2 will be written normally instead of in a head cannon format. Thanks for reading!🐟🐟🐟

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Hey peeps!

Thank you all for voting on my poll! Unfortunately all 4 fics will be a bit late, but I'm putting my foot into them! Have a good valentine's day everyone. I shall have a great birthday🎂

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Happy February, peeps!

So sorry for skipping January, but I gotta question for you guys.

Lemme know and I shall deliver😎

Stay cool, folks🍨

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The stores I imagined🤩 Not to mention the thought of Ghost in an apron is lovely as well😏

Baker! Simon x General store owner! Reader

Baker!Simon first hears of you through the little old ladies that always frequent his bakery( honestly their gossip channel is his best source of intel outside of price and laswell). While he bags their focaccia bread and red velvet cake they tell him about the new store owner moving into the building that's being constructed across the street. They tell him that it'll be a small general goods store with an apartment built above it. He knows all this already of course. The moment he saw the construction crew he asked Price to set up a background check for everything relevant about the new tenant, and didn't receive anything concerning, so now he lets the elders tell him the little details, more for their happiness than his own.

Around recipe swapping he finds out that you're a young woman who received the space through your grandparents. Apparently your grandparents used to live here and they were the ones who told you about it. You'd be arriving in about a week or so, and (they mentioned this more than a few times) you're single and quite the beauty. That doesn't really peak Simon's interest, not being someone that pays a lot of attention to looks anyway. As long as you're not here as a cover for something shady, and you're not a pain in the ass for a neighbor, he's content with the new change. He knows why they keep mentioning those two things. Being tall, large, handsome, and single makes him the most eligible man in this small town, and they do a lot to set him up with anyone he hasn't rejected already. There's no point though, Simon isn't interested in being with someone. He just wants to take his retirement one day at a time.

And he's sure he'll always feel that way, even when your moving day arrives. It's hard to get a glimpse of you through all the movers and the truck parked out front, and any time he does glance through his shop window and see you, it's the back of your head, the patterned wrap you have swirled around it, or your legs sticking out of the truck when you sit to take a break. It doesn't matter to him though, with something new going on in town, everyone is finding a reason to go out, and that means a lot of people are stopping by for a sandwich( meat provided by the butchery Johnny works at) or a muffin. It's only when it's getting later in the afternoon, when things have slowed down, that he gets a proper glimpse of you for the first time. He's wiping down his counters when he hears the chime above his door and that's when he sees you.

He'll admit that you're good looking, pretty in a subtle way but that might just be because you're exhausted, anyone would be after moving to a new place. You don't even pay Simon much mind, using the base politeness to order a veggie sub, likely having not eaten all day, and leave after paying with a small thank you. To Simon it looks like the little old ladies have failed in setting him up once again.

Baker! Simon who's sweeping the front of his store when opening day finally arrives for you. He's seen how busy you've been up until today, setting up the interior and exterior of your store. He saw you place crates outside along with a few flower planters, glanced at you putting up what looked like a selfmade open sign, and even a little cloth canopy over your door during his smoke break, and observed you carrying in wooden planks for shelves while he was waiting for his cake to finish baking.

He takes time to glance over at your store every now and then, just being observant as always, and notices that you don't struggle with business on your first day. That's not surprising though considering how tight knit the community is here, and everyone has been talking about the new store since the construction started. Again the buzz around your business brings customers to his, and Simon can say that he appreciates that much.

You walk into Simon's store again that afternoon and order the same thing you did when you moved in, a veggie sub. You're still tired after a full day of work but there's significantly more energy in your demeanor this time. Instead of leaving after getting your food though, you lean against the counter and introduce yourself to him. Even if he doesn't really want to, he dusts the flour off on his apron and takes your hand in his when you offer it for a handshake. You tell him about how the little old ladies in town have been mentioning him to you a little more than necessary and when he told you he can relate, you laugh a little. He hadn't meant it to be joke but he can't help but smile a little too. Because of the elderly ladies of course, that's all. You don't stay long, letting him know that you've got to clean up for the day, but when you leave you let him know that you enjoyed the food and you'd like to come by for lunch more often, before stunning him with a sweet smile. Simon is embarrassed to say that he didn't get a chance to respond before you walked out and instead just stood there with his heart beating a little faster than usual.

Baker! Simon who doesn't approach you much on his own after that. His heart beating like that earlier had to have been a fluke. He's so confident that he purposely avoids interacting with you more than necessary, because he's so sure that he's not suddenly attracted to you after that small moment you had, after all it's not like he's an easy schoolboy whose opinion changes after some eye contact and palpations of the heart.

He might not be interacting with you but everyone else is. Johnny says he's already been over a few times to check out what you sell. He came across the street to show off the dumb little ghost keychain he bought, only to leave it behind on his counter. Apparently Kyle has interacted with you plenty of times by now. He helped install your shelves and even the little canopy over your entrance and the border of your store. Simon is really surprised when he finds out that you've already asked Price to start selling the apples from his farm in your store. Everyone in town has been in your store but him and Simon won't admit that he feels a way about that.

Baker! Simon who visits your shop for the first time one night after a mishap with a bread knife. Someone above must've had an agenda because Simon has never cut himself while cooking, ever. He's simply too skilled with a knife to ever make a mistake like that, but by some divine intervention he grazes his nail and when he went to look for a bandaid in his office drawer, he was all out. So as much as it embarrasses him to do so, after avoiding you for a week, he trudges across the street to your store.

The moment he walks inside, you look up from the notepad you're writing on and give him a once over, he can see the gears turning in your head, likely wondering if you should greet him or grab the broom in the corner to swing on him with. It's understandable, it's late at night now, he's a large man, and you don't know him all that well. A small part of him is actually relieved respects that you take care to look after yourself, must be nice for your loved ones to know that you don't walk around with your head in the clouds. He knows why you're weary so he's quick to make his intentions known.

“ ‘m just trying to buy some bandaids.” he lets you know and puts his hands up, unintentionally showing you the small cut on his thumb that's still bleeding lightly. You don't blush, well maybe you do but not in the way Simon does, not visibly, but you make a face like you're slightly embarrassed to be caught with your hackles up. Even though he didn't ask you to, you took it upon yourself to grab what he needed, throwing in some peroxide and cotton balls too. He's sure it's just because you don't want him to get blood on any of your merchandise. At least that's what he thought until you rejected his money and bagged up his things nicely. Of course he didn't want you to do that, tries to get you to take it but you tell him to just save you some leftovers, give you a free slice of cake or something. Simon thinks of something better, and offers to let you sell his bread in your store.

Baker! Simon who personally delivers the bread you ordered to your door. He could simply let his new intern carry it across the street, but he wants to make sure it gets to you properly, that's all. Sure, he'll ask how your day is if there aren't many people inside,maybe even do some odd jobs for you, move some crates and bags to the back of the shop, but that's all just being a gentleman really. Who cares if he does all this while you tell him about the series you dropped last night, explaining the entire flawed plot to him from the beginning because he has no idea what show you're talking about.

Baker! Simon who starts to spend more time with you after that. Stopping by your store before you close for a small drink, making you laugh when he goes for a strawberry milk, or you'll go to his bakery for lunch opting to lean against the counter with your food while you both talk about what your regulars have told you today. When you have to keep moving out of the way for customers, he eventually invites you behind the counter to eat, it's nothing but a simple stool to sit on but it's better than standing right? It gets to the point where Johnny jokes that the two of you spend more time at each other's shops than your own.

Baker! Simon who gets Kyle to install a small eating area in his bakery, just so you can sit and chat during your lunch break, thinking you'll be more comfortable with that, a new counter by the window with a couple of barstools lined up, only to feel a little lonely when you sit there instead of behind the counter with him like before. Little does he know, you liked sitting in the back with him more too. Fortunately for both of you, customers fill that area quickly and what do you know? The only place you can sit is behind the counter with Simon.

Baker! Simon who peeks at you through his shop window way more often than he used to,when you're sweeping the front of your store, or watering the plants you have outside. He looks over the most during Golden hour. It's like the sun loves your skin the most during the late afternoon and decides to make it shine. It's so captivating that if Simon isn't careful, you glance over at him and catch him looking at you, and all he can do is go back to his bread with a burning face and ears.

Baker! Simon who keeps his store open just a little longer so you don't close up your shop all alone, keeping close watch for any suspicious characters so that the mace he gave you a while ago will never have to be used.

Baker! Simon, who recommends a recipe for you to try at home and surprises himself with how smoothly he offers to show you how to make it first when you both have time off. You both set up a time before opening hours. You show up early even if you don't have to and it makes Simon's heart act up again. What can he say? He likes when people are punctual.

Baker! Simon who not so subtly asks if you want to start meeting up outside of business hours. Not at the general store and not at the bakery. He starts with group activities, like inviting you and your friends to the camping trip he's got coming up with his boys, or perhaps just dinner at John's house. Then he gets a little bolder and suggests one on one things,maybe a movie at the theater in town or lunch at the restaurant on the far side of town. When you ask him if he's asking you out on a date, he surprises himself again by saying yes, because that's exactly what he's doing. Maybe the old ladies succeeded in setting him up after all.

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I wish stuff like this happened in real life😲

"9 to 5" Tasm!Peter Parker x reader🕸️🕸️🕸️

S: After a bad day at work, you get a lucky ride home from your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.

Pairing: Andrew Garfield! Spider-man x F! Black reader

Tw: Heights??/ Fluff

Word count: 5.3k

Notes: Reader is described as shorter than Peter; reader has a sister; parted hair is mentioned; This is proofread but there may still be mistakes🕸️🕸️🕸️

It's a normal, bustling night in New York as people walk through the streets of Queens. The sun set a while ago but through a window, a person could still hear civilians revving engines, honking horns, or cursing out someone who almost hit them in the crosswalk. A typical night in the city you live in. It's on a relatively basic night like this, that you meet spiderman for the first time.

“Yeah, I'll be right there. Yeah, I missed my bus so I'm taking the street.” You softly speak into your phone, explaining to your sister the reason you're not home from work yet. You glance around while she lists off all the ways she wants you to watch yourself. You knew this way home like the back of your hand, and it's pretty much the safest one, surrounded by families and the elderly, but that didn't mean you didn't keep your head on a swivel like usual.

“Yeah, okay. Yeah, I've got my mace. Ok, see you in a minute. Ok. Love you too. Bye.” You end the conversation and hang up, before putting your phone in your pocket. You sigh deeply and continue your walk, no earbuds in for safety reasons, just the sounds of traffic and the puddles underneath your feet keeping you company on your way back. With nothing else to keep you busy, you do the exact thing you didn't want to do, and run over the course of your day in your head.

You'd had a pretty awful shift at work. It must've been “be a jerk to customer service employees” day and you hadn't gotten the memo or something, because the amount of pissy customers there were today caught you off guard. So of course you were more than ready to go home when it was time to clock off, right before it's time to clean up and close the store, as planned. You scheduled your hours this way on purpose because you hate cleaning with other people, and because your BUS doesn't run that late. This is what you told your manager, when she gave you some bullshit reason for having to leave early and why you had to stay and close up instead of her. You should have set her straight right then, manager or not, but as per usual, you just stewed angrily and cussed her out in your head for the next two hours while wiping counters. You're caught up in your thoughts when someone suddenly shoves past you with their shoulder,forcing you to stumble out of their way.

“Watch where you're going!” the guy practically spits at you and walks off without even giving you a second glance. He doesn't even give you a chance to respond, but it's not like you would have anyway. Instead you just suck your teeth loudly and toss an irritated glare at him over your shoulder. After all, you're not all bark and no bite. You've got enough in you to give someone a nasty look, maybe even venomous depending on what they did, but for some reason any comebacks you can think of only come to you long after the person is gone.You shake your head and are about to continue on your way when you hear a loud “thwip”, and a surprised shriek. Just when you're about to glance back to see what happened, there's the sound of feet roughly landing on the pavement in front of you.

“Yo! It's not nice to push people, man!” You turn back towards the voice, and right in front of you is spiderman, looking over your head while continuing to berate the guy behind you. You stand there stunned for a moment while the two men argue, your mouth slightly parted.

“What the hell man!? Let me out of this!” The stranger shouts while struggling, and you turn around to see that he's now uncomfortably strapped to the wall beside the street, with a large spider web. His arms are up in an awkward position and the tips of his feet are just barely grazing the ground. It looked embarrassing, and there was no way there wouldn't be a group of teenagers taking pictures of him soon, but hey, the guy deserved it.

“Actually, I think I'll let you stay there for a while! Maybe give you a chance to learn some manners!” Spiderman calls back casually before finally directing his reflective eyes down at you. You just glance back up at him for a short moment in disbelief. In the few years since you first saw Spiderman on TV, you've never once seen the hero in person. Maybe you're always looking down at your phone whenever he swings by or something, because you've never seen any of his amazing feats. There could be news about him stopping crime on the exact street you take to school, at the exact time you get out of your last class, and you'll still only find out about it after you step inside your front door. Now he was standing in front of you, tonight of all nights, and he's taller than he looks in the videos.

“Are you okay?” He huffs breathlessly after his little back and forth with the guy from earlier, the wide eyes of his mask staring down at you expectantly. You blink a few times before stuttering a bit and dusting your jacket off.

“Oh uh- yeah I'm fine. He didn't knock me over or anything.” You mumble absentmindedly while looking down at and straightening your already straight clothes. You don't know why you're acting so skittish. Spiderman isn't a celebrity or anything but he is extremely well known at this point. Maybe that's why it feels kind of surreal that he's speaking to you so casually. That, and you're a bit of a fan of Spiderman despite never seeing him in person, always finding yourself keeping up with his latest acts of heroism.

“Well no- I meant-.” Spiderman says before pausing and tapping at his eyes. You just pause for a moment before finally noticing your stiff cheeks and the tears drying on them.

“What the hell? How did I not realize I'd been crying?” You frown, genuinely confused. It must've been when you were thinking about how you let your manager get away with treating you like a shag carpet. You don't have anything to clean your face with, except for a few small packs of wet wipes in your purse, and you don't want to imagine what that would do to your skin.

“Yeah! I uh- was swinging by and noticed you. You looked pretty lost in thought, so I wasn't gonna say anything but. Y'know, spiderman makes time for all civilians, even- crying ones.” He rambles on, and how awkward it comes out makes you smile a little. You never would've thought that spiderman could kind of, well,word vomit. He always looks so put together in his videos, aside from the compilation of times he's fallen or swung into something.

“No, I'm fine really! Thank you. And for dealing with that guy too! If you hadn't done anything I probably would've just complained about him with my sister later.” You joke after glancing back at the man again. Spider man just nods with his arms crossed.

“I get it, not the confrontational type. Me neither.” He sighs, and you tilt your eyebrows slightly, because his actions just now and a few of the videos you've watched definitely contradict that statement. After a moment you begin to fidget a little, not entirely sure of what else to say to Spider-Man, but not wanting to end your conversation with him either. Who knows when you'll get a chance like this again. The next time would probably have to be when there's some sort of danger, and you're not necessarily looking forward to that, especially not after that horrifying lizard incident when you were in highschool. That had been the first time you saw him, watching your TV in awe while clinging to your mom. He notices your discomfort and jumps to make conversation, not necessarily ready to leave you on your own either.

“So um- are you on your way home? I don't think I've seen you in this neighborhood before.” He asks you before coolly leaning on the wall beside him. He really hopes you actually wanted him to continue the conversation, and that he's not just awkwardly holding you hostage now. You brighten up when you look back up at him though, so you can bet he's inwardly patting himself on the back for making the right choice.

“Yeah,that's probably because I usually take the bus through here. I don't normally walk down this street.” You respond while looking around,noticing the sudden absence of families and the elderly. This is the safest route you know, but it's also significantly later than when you'd usually walk through here, around 11 at night now. Spiderman must've noticed the lack of people too because the thing he says next catches you off guard.

“Do you want a ride?” He asks you casually and you look back over at him.

“A ride?” You ask, confused. From what you've seen, no one's ever posted about a spider mobile or anything of that sort. How would he give you a ride home? Spiderman just nods easily before looking up at the buildings around you.

“Yeah! Y'know, you wrap your arms around me, I wrap my arm around you, and fwip fwip!” He makes a small swishing sound and mimics the way he shoots his webs. You look at him with a dumb face, before finally processing what he was offering.

“You're saying you're going to swing me home?!” You gasp, your voice echoing in the empty neighborhood. Spiderman nods casually, this being something he does pretty often. Well, not that often but he's done it with a girlfriend or two, or one. He doesn't swing people around that often.

“Are you sure that's okay? Don't you have to uh- patrol or something like that?” You ask wearily. Swinging while in the arms of New York’s own Spider-Man is something you daydream about an embarrassing amount, but that didn't mean you wanted to take up his time.

“Well I'd offer to walk you home. But swinging’s faster. And! That high in the air, I can patrol at the same time. It's a win win.” He quickly says while rubbing the back of his neck, trying to appear cool about it. You just falter, at a loss for words. What was happening? You've not only run into and spoken to spiderman, a person you've only ever seen on camera,but now he's asking you if you want him to swing you through the city? All in the same night? How had this day turned around so drastically? You're still lost in thought when spider man speaks up again.

“Besides, I can't let a civilian walk around an empty neighborhood by herself can I? Not at this time of night.” He adds softly and reaches his hand out. After a moment more of contemplating, you sigh. You'd had a horrible day and your favorite hero was offering to take you home. Your friends would only clown you if you missed this chance by acting timid again, overly considerate, and you'd beat yourself up over it too. Besides, you glance around at the dark neighborhood. What could be safer than a personal escort home from the webbed hero himself?

“ I guess you can't. Thank you.” You say and accept the hand he has stretched towards you. Spiderman takes your hand before gently leading it to wrap around his shoulders, and you're surprised by how warm his hands are even through his gloves. You wrap your other arm around him, and nervously start to wonder how this was going to work. The masked hero was taller than he looked in the videos, and you had to reach a little just to get a half decent grip around his shoulders. There's no way you're not flying into a late night hot dog stand like this. As if he read your mind, spiderman suddenly starts to shuffle a bit.

“One second, let's just get a better grip here.” He mutters quietly, and you make a startled sound when he suddenly squats a little lower than you, his chin grazing your chest, before wrapping an arm around your waist and lifting you slightly higher. With the sudden movement and the new height difference, you reflexively wrap your arms tighter around him.

“Oh lord, this is really happening.” You practically cry in your head, your heart starting to beat faster in your chest when it sinks in that you're going to be hundreds of feet in the air in a short moment. After a quick little bounce, just to secure you a little higher, spider man finally looks at you.

“Alright. You ready?” He huffs and watches you nervously glance around at the ground, as if you're already flying through the air. You sigh before meeting the reflective eyes of his masks, pausing when you find reassurance in them somehow, and finally nod.

“Yeah, I'm ready.” You exhale and finally find the courage to look up at the buildings and night sky above you. Spiderman takes a breath too, the quick pounding of your heart against his collarbone making him slightly nervous, even if he's confident that he won't drop you.

“Alright. Here we go!” He huffs, and you hold your breath as he takes a running start, before shooting a web. He latches it to a building and with a leap and a yank of his arm, you both spring into the air. You had built the courage to look up but the moment you feel that drop in your stomach from the rise in altitude, you yelp and hide your face between spider man's neck and shoulder, squeezing your arms even tighter around him. You must be strangling the poor man at this point, but if he feels any discomfort, the masked hero doesn't say anything. For at least four more lifts and swings, you're crouched tightly against spider man's side, hoping that this Roller Coaster drop simulator would end quickly. There's nothing but the wind in your ears and the small noises you make whenever you both drop before catching another web, until he suddenly clears his throat.

“ I uh- probably should have asked this sooner but-! Where am I taking you exactly!?” He calls out above all the noise, grunting in between words whenever he has to yank your combined weight back into the air. That's right, you'd been too busy trying to keep your guts out of your throat to tell him where your apartment is. You're about to pull away from his shoulder the smallest bit to answer him, when your home training suddenly reminds you that you're about to tell a random man, even if he is a hero,your address. Still, if there's ever an emergency, it wouldn't hurt for spiderman to know what window to hop through.

“uuh- itS- ugh. That one apartment complex by the sandwich- shop on 5th Ave!” You utter miserably, trying to hold it together while also avoiding looking at the buildings sweeping by.

“Oh ok yeah! I know where you're talking about!” He calls back and you're ready to tuck back into your hiding spot against his neck when he speaks up again.

“You know! It's alright! I won't drop you! You can open your eyes!” He shouts and you squint your eyes open a little.

“I'm sorry?!” You yell back, trying to talk more towards his collarbone rather than screaming directly into his ear. You still keep your eyes open as lightly as possible, not sure if you can stomach watching the buildings swing by. Spider man holds you just a little tighter when he swings from a higher building than the ones you've taken so far, and you try to stifle another borderline inappropriate sound the best you can. What can you do when it feels like you're on the pirate ship ride at six flags,though? It's either restrained, yet slightly weird sounding yelps, or downright screeching in the man's ear, as if you really are on a roller coaster ride. Spiderman glances over at you before swinging again.

“Open your eyes! I promise the view is worth it! You'll love it!” he tries to convince you and you suck your teeth, thinking about it.

“Uh!” your voice wavering as you try to dredge up some courage. You're still contemplating when you feel spider man turn his head. You look up at him and find that his wide, reflective eyes are on you.

“I've got you. Trust me.” Spiderman reassures you again, and you pause. You search his eyes for a moment, and again even though they shouldn't, they almost have a comforting look to them. You both gaze at one another until you take a deep breath. After one more, you close your eyes tight and turn your head towards the front of you both.

“Ok!” you call out, with your eyes still closed. The wind is cold against your ears, and you can even feel it blowing through your hair you messily parted before work this afternoon. You can't see it but you can tell spiderman brightens up.

“Ok?! Yeah! Alright let's go!” he yells excitedly before latching onto another building and preparing to lift you both to an extremely tall one, one that'll give you the best view. He holds you close as you both drop for a moment, building momentum for the swing.

“You ready?!” He pants with excitement while giving your side an encouraging squeeze. After a deep breath, you nod and wrap your arms tighter around spider man's shoulders, squishing the side of your face against his jaw, something you wouldn't normally do to a stranger. This isn't a normal situation though.

“Ok! Here we go!” He cheers before whooping loudly and yanking you both into the air, the force making you groan. You squeeze your eyes shut, until you feel everything coming to halt. When you open them, you and spiderman are both suspended in the air above the buildings. A gasp leaves you and it feels like time stands still, with your jacket rising around you, as well as your bag. You're only able to take in the stretch of lights around you for a short moment before you feel your bodies start to drop. The view is quickly overtaken by buildings again, and you're still out of breath when spiderman sticks to the side of a nearby building. He makes a makeshift perch out of his knee for you to sit on, and despite that being something you'd usually be embarrassed about, you're too stunned to care right now.

“Are you alright? I'm sorry that was too much wasn't it?” Spiderman apologizes breathlessly as he straightens your jacket a little, your silence making him anxious. Maybe he had gone too high? You finally blink yourself out of your daze, bracing yourself against his shoulder.

“No- I-! That was incredible!” You huff, still not entirely over the sight you just saw. It was like looking out an airplane window, but without any, well, security or walls. Spider-Man just looks at your bright eyes and wild appearance, and bursts out laughing. You aren't aware of how wind blown you look so you just continue.

“No really! It was like-! And I couldn't-! You know?” You flounder illiterately as your extensive vocabulary flies out the window. You look at him to see if he was grasping what you're saying and Spiderman laughs again, finding it cute how quickly your opinion about this whole thing had changed. It was also nice that you seemed to be in a way better mood than before.

“Yeah! No, I get exactly what you're saying! The feeling is surreal. I felt it when I went swinging for the first time too.” He agrees with you, your excitement rubbing off on him. You finally feel your heart beat start to decelerate. It was for such a short time but in that brief moment in the air, you felt completely weightless, your day at work completely forgotten. You look over at him again and Spider-Man’s holographic eyes widen when they meet your gaze.

“I've thought this ever since that night in high school but, you really are so incredible.” you sigh and unconsciously search for eyes that you can't see. But spiderman can see yours perfectly, and the awe you're looking at him with, makes his heart speed up unexpectedly. You both gaze at each other for a moment longer before spiderman remembers to catch his breath and clears his throat.

“So um-. Are you ready to go again? I've uh- still got to deliver you home safely.” He jokes while laughing a little towards the end. You blink before situating your arms back around his shoulders. He wraps his arm back around your waist and you squeeze him a little more securely before bracing yourself.

“Yeah, I'm ready.” You huff and Spiderman springs off of the building and you both descend towards the ground before he shoots a web, swinging away with you in his arms. He whoops and you scream the entire way.

***

If someone listened hard enough, they'd hear laughing and talking from the top of a certain building.

“No but really that was such an underrated movie, and all because the animation was different.” You say around the last bite of the hotdog from the stand that's always parked on your street. Spiderman scoffs and shakes his head before impressively tossing his crumpled foil into a trash can on the street 90 feet below you. You'd whistle if you knew how to do it properly.

“Some people can't appreciate anything beyond aesthetics.” He sighs profoundly, and how dramatic it is makes you laugh, causing him to join in too. After gazing out at the city for a short while longer, you ball up your hot dog wrapper and stand up, making spiderman look up before standing too. You stuff the trash in your pocket to throw away later and sigh wistfully.

“Welp, I should probably head inside now. My sister has been blowing up my phone for the last 10 minutes.” You exhale while rocking on your heels and glancing over at the door that leads to the stairs of your building, not entirely ready to end this incredible night.You really should've gone inside the moment you both arrived, but when the masked hero offered to buy you something to eat, you couldn't say no. It was rare enough that you'd actually met him in person today after never being able to catch a glimpse of him before, so you know it's not likely you'll get this chance again. It only makes it worse that he turned out to be much nicer than you ever imagined through his videos. Spiderman just nods his head and swings his arms a bit.

“Yeah of course! And just tell her that spiderman held you up, if you need a way out of a lecture or something.” He responds, making you both laugh for the nth time tonight. You hum and nod your head.

“Will do. So uh- thank you for taking me home tonight, I appreciate it. Honestly, I've wanted to meet you since I first saw you in high school.” You chuckle quietly and sigh.

“I guess people aren't always right when they say never meet your heroes huh?” You say softly and glance at him one more time, making his reflective eyes widen again, before finally turning on your heel and making your way towards the door. Spiderman just stands still until you call out one more time.

“ Goodnight Spider-Man! Thanks again!” You call from the door and it snaps him out of his little daze.

“No problem! And watch yourself on the way to your door too! People are crazy!” He adds quickly and you shout back a distant ‘Yes sir!’, that makes him grin. Even after the door has closed Peter continues to smile to himself, replaying your conversations in his head as he walks off the building with a jig in his step. He never would've expected that he'd run into you tonight. Despite sharing a class with you and noticing you on your way home sometimes, Peter has never spoken to you, as himself or as Spider-Man. He's had a small crush on you for a little while now, nothing huge, just enough that he notices if you've got on a new outfit or if you missed class, but after the way things ended with Gwen before she moved, he doesn't plan on acting on it. That was never a good idea. He swings for a while longer before pausing for a second once he notices he's passing the street you both were on what felt like hours ago.

“She might need a swing home again though, who knows?” He thinks to himself as he walks over to the unruly civilian he webbed up earlier, still stuck to the wall. Maybe that manager you told him about will flake on you again, making you miss your bus and walk down this street. No, that wasn't likely. He's never seen you walk down this street before now so why would it happen again? It wasn't right to look forward to seeing you like that anyway. After scolding the guy one more time after letting him go, Peter swings back up to the building he was patrolling from. Sure, he was drawing in his sketchbook too but he was mostly watching and listening. He doodles with the noise of New York as his ambiance, and soon there's a tiny, no effort doodle of you in the corner of his page. He scribbles mindlessly on already sketched lines as he thinks of you.

“I can at least say hello in the hallway or something.” He ponders quietly as he adds little coils to your simplified hair, to stand as the curls that had escaped your parts when you both were swinging.

An intense yawn leaves you as the last few minutes of class tick by, with your instructor( who insisted on being called professor despite running a poorly taught class at a small community college) talking about a topic you couldn't bring yourself to care about. You couldn't get much sleep after your amazing encounter with spiderman last night. All you could do is run over the entire ordeal in your head over and over. Which you think you would've been tired of doing after relaying the story to your sister and all your friends about a hundred times, enough for them to get sick of it anyway. You're in the middle of skipping through the songs on your phone when you finally notice other students getting up to leave. Technically you didn't have to stay for your instructor's rambling but it always felt too rude to just get up and leave in the middle of them talking. While stuffing your binder back into your backpack, two classmates you'd consider friends walk up to you while chatting.

“Y/n are you going to the student store? Let's go together, I want some of those fruit snacks!” one of them says while leaning a hand on your desk. The other sits at the desk beside you, a desk belonging to a guy named Peter. Now that you think about it, he'd rushed out of class a while ago and hasn't come back. Maybe he had an emergency. You contemplate grabbing his backpack for him, noticing he'd left it behind, but decide not to. How would you even give it back to him? What if he comes back for it after you left?

“Y/n?” Your classmate calls your name again since you hadn't answered them, making you snap out of your thoughts. You quickly stuff the rest of your things in your bag.

“Oh yeah. I don't know you guys. They haven't changed what they stock in a while now. ‘M getting kind of tired of that stuff.” You hum while grabbing your purse and phone.

“Then just walk with us over there.” Your other classmate suggests and the three of you make your way out into the hall.

Peter weaves through the crowd of people leaving their classes for the day. He had spent way too much time dealing with that bank robbery. If he had just left after webbing them up instead of taking the time to bother them, he would've gotten back in time. Now he's going to miss the chance to talk to you-.

You run into a solid chest the moment you step out of the door, hard, because the person in front of you was rushing.

“Oh man! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry are you alright!?” Peter gasps after almost bulldozing over you. You're busy holding your nose and Peter is trying to catch a glimpse of your face to make sure you're not bleeding, when you both notice that you're talking to the person you were just thinking of.

“Oh Peter. I was wondering if you were coming back to class. Your backpack is still over at your desk.” you report once you realize who you're talking to. Peter just pauses and looks at you for a second. It's crazy that he's seen you plenty of times before today but just because of your half an hour long interaction yesterday, things felt different. He almost felt a little naked without his suit on, like you'd recognize him right away.

“Peter?” You ask him again and he finally remembers to human. He blinks a few times before nodding his head.

“Oh. Yeah. Yeah I had to go take care of something, but thanks. For looking out I mean.” He says hurriedly before letting out a sheepish laugh. He looks up at you with a cute smile that unexpectedly makes your heart stutter a little. This being the first time you've looked at him longer than the time it takes for him to answer a question, or slide past your desk. You blink and shrug casually.

“ Oh nah, it's no problem. I guess we'll see you tomorrow?” You say goodbye as your friends start to walk off ahead of you, seeing one of their other classmates.

“Yeah of course, see you later.” He responds and you give him a small smile before walking to meet up with your friends. Peter watches you for another second before turning to walk into the classroom. The two of you had so many conversations yesterday and now it was odd to exchange more than a few words. He can't do it though. Can't attempt to interact with you more outside of his suit. It would only lead to unavoidable problems that he'd rather not deal with again. Peter stops in the doorway to the classroom and taps at the frame with his finger.

“Don't do it, don't do it, don't do it.” He chants in his head as his feet stay planted to the spot in front of the door.

“Hey y/n!” You hear Peter call you right as you're about to step out into the quad. You peer back and see him jog up to you. When you look at him with big, questioning eyes he sighs and brushes his fingers through his hair.

“Sorry, but could you tell me the assignments for tonight? I missed them earlier.” He asks you with an adorable smile, and just like that, things are on the course to change, for better or for worse.

🕸️A/n: I can't believe I finally finished this, I started it in June last year. I told myself I'm gonna finish all the fics I want to read this year, no matter how long and complicated, and I'm already off to a great start. Super proud of myself. This is my first post on this blog so, thanks for reading!🕸️🕸️🕸️

🕸️Taggies: @cookieswithay, @bokutosbiceps

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I return!!!

I know I posted a few things throughout last year, so this isn't too special. But, I'm glad to post cartoony content again. I practically lost ALL my drafts earlier this month, so things that were going to be posted might be gone. But, despite the tragedy, I'm gonna keep trying.

Mad dogs, ahoy!!!❤💙💜🧡

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Happy new year ✨

Thank you so much🎆

I'm glad you thought of me☺

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My imaginative brain took over! I got caught in the AU/ fic ideas too! First one (Zoro x Moi) is called Hell bent on loving you. Basically the reader has terrible luck and can see ghosts. When one actually attacks, that's when Zoro appears. Needless to say you two strike a deal. .

The actual picture is a 'kiss of life' when the said reader (me in this case) smooches him to bring him back down to earth. Little do we know, he's perfectly fine.

2nd one is Killer giving said reader a power infused kiss. Once again, he's a demon as well. This reader is dealing with depression and other stuff I don't wish to mention. He looks good as hell though😝

(Tag time: @elyonholic @o0o0thorn0o0o @takibikaen @moringmark)

tag game! found this adorable picrew where you can kiss your fave

tagging @jasonsmirrorball @teddybeartoji @orchidsangel (no pressure!) and anyone else that wants to join in!

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Not the brightest aesthetic, but fits me pretty well. The locs did not resemble mine at all, but this plain kinky look worked wonders!

(Tag list: @o0o0thorn0o0o @princessnautiluss @secretobsessionstuff)

ACROSS THE SPIDERVERSE

OKAYYY + open tags as this was really fun to do and i zon’t want anyone to feel as though they can't participate bc they weren't explicitly tagged

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Nice new theme!〜⁠(⁠꒪⁠꒳⁠꒪⁠)⁠〜🍂🍂🍂

Thank you🧡 The colors actually matched on the first combination☺

Happy fall🍂

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Actual Masterlist🤓

(🧡Bleach masterlist link🧡)

Across the Spider-verse content

Almost got destroyed😱

"🕸️No...no way🕷️" part 1

💀"No...no way"👿part 2

💀"No...no way"👿part 2 1/2

🕷"No...no way"😈part 3

🕸"No...no way"🕷part 4

🕷"Envious or Jealous"🕸 one shot

Rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles content

The awesome, fabulous, Spider-shell!

Poll for the friendly neighborhood Spider-man

The battle of the air hockey!🤣

How they sleep! Head cannons!

When you flirt as a distraction🤭

When they get a random kiss PART 1

The reign of Donnie 0🤖

Part 2 ask!☺

2nd part 2 ask!😳

🤖The reign of Donnie 0 finale

Deleted scenes of Donnie 0🤖

🎄Rottmnt Christmas headcanons-ish🎅

My hero academia content

MHA boys reaction to getting RAMMED in the ankle

MHA boys when you're hungry

"Skate to me!" Bakugou x female reader (Discontinued 'till further notice)

Cute widdle nicknames for Bakugou

"Aesthetically pleasing you." Bakugou x female reader

One piece content

"A misunderstanding" Zoro x fem reader

A "lovely" day on the Sunny Sanji x fem reader

One piece: Haunted house experience!

One piece animals I constantly think about

Digital art

Dork diaries: Mackenzie AU

Dork diaries: Mackenzie AU pt2

Cucumber quest! Sibling Role swap

Cashew and a Witchy Nautilus

Princess Peridot and Asparagus

Sketches of witch Nautilus

Extra stuff

Welcome home theory

Elyonholic confidence boost

Elyonholic confidence boost pt2

If there's more it's probably not important, I'll give you this though

Oc stuff!

Halloween costumes!

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Lol, I wish Y/N was biting on Zoro too🤭

Don't mind me, just randomly finishing artwork I put off

(This is so rushed)

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Be real with me. You're tumblr folder looks like this now too.

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This is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen😍

Made more strawhat inspired drinks with this picrew! 🍹🍹🍹🍹

Only found out afterwards that there were a ton of other animals to use, including monkeys｡⁠:ﾟ⁠(⁠;⁠´⁠∩⁠`⁠;⁠)ﾟ⁠:⁠｡

I think Franky and Zoro are my favorites(⁠ʃ⁠ƪ⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠）

And Chopper's is my least favorite(⁠~⁠￣⁠³⁠￣⁠)⁠~

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Terribly sweet. Although, I wish this posted the day before when I had a blood curdling nightmare😬

(This is fake shade, btw🤭)

The strawhat boys when you have a nightmare🌕🌕🌕

Pairings: Strawhat boys x f! Implied reader

Characters: Usopp, Luffy, Zoro, Sanji

Tw: Nightmares/implied drowning/ fluff

Notes: You and the boys aren't dating yet but like one another;This is short and sweet; I love this theme; as always, this is proofread but there may still be mistakes🌕🌕🌕

🌕Usopp

Will probably wake up with an attitude when he feels someone shake his shoulder, thinking it's Chopper, or Luffy inviting him on a late night trip to the kitchen that would inevitably result in a beat down from Sanji. 

 Scratches his head and grumbles a little bit at being woken up but immediately sits up when he notices that it's you, standing by his hammock so late at night.

" Ugh what's the big ide- oh hey? What's up?"

If you ask him to get in his hammock he'll let you in, not without stuttering and blushing, but he'll pull open his blanket and scoot over for you.

Tell him about your nightmare, if you can, and Usopp will make it his job to warp it into an entirely new story, one that makes you completely forget the old one.

Will hold an arm around you and whisper the words, so as not to wake the other boys, and it's really like going to sleep with the TV on, With Usopp's voice and tale, lulling you back to sleep.

“Well, imagine it happened like this instead!”

***🌕***

🌕Luffy 

Luffy is harder to wake up, deep asleep and snoring with his mouth wide open, it isn't until he hears your voice, no matter how quiet you were, that he hops up with his eyes blinking groggily. Luffy just kind of has a sensor for you in that way, he'd likely wake up from death if he heard you asking him to.

You'll hardly have to mutter the words “can't sleep” before he's instinctively stretching an arm and tugging you into his hammock, immediately wrapping his body around yours.

If you just need his company, then he'll fall back asleep with ease, holding you close to his chest and pressing his face up against your hair scarf.

But if you're a bit shaken up, Luffy will rub the sleep out of his eyes and give you his full attention, wide eyes on you as you tell him about the dream

He'll likely threaten to beat up anything that scares you, whether it's an animal, fantasy creature, or something illogical like the things that worry you. Straight up says he'll beat up your stress, anxiety, etc, and says it so determinedly, you're convinced he could.

“ I'll fight whatever it is that's bugging you, so go back to sleep okay?!”

***🌕***

🌕Zoro

Zoro is the lightest, heavy sleeper you've ever met, because this man that can easily sleep through a raging storm, will stir at the slightest sound of the floorboards creaking under your foot. His sharp eyes fluttering open and landing on you try to sneak in quietly.

You were only trying to sneak in because you didn't want to wake any of the boys up, including Zoro, planning to just slip into his hammock and hug into his back until his heartbeat put you to sleep

Zoro has given you permission to sleep next to him plenty of times, and you've shared a bed with him before too, so he's not at all surprised that you're in the boy's room. It's the slight shiver that racks over you a little at a time, a small tremble, that catches his eye.

Zoro doesn't make you explain or ask, he just opens his blanket for you, silently welcoming you in and letting you cuddle into his huge chest

If you can't fall back asleep right away, because you're still a little shaken up, he'll tell you a few words that immediately put you at ease, because you know he means them.

“Go to sleep. Nothing can get to you while I'm here.”

***🌕***

 🌕Sanji

You happened to have a dream about Sanji and the flying fish riders, only waking up right as they dragged him underwater.

Sanji is a super light sleeper anyway, an early riser, because he's used to waking up to prep food for the day(despite being a pirate now, he's still on that restaurant time)

That's why the sun is just barely lightening the sky and he's already stirring in his hammock, running over all the reasons he can't just stay in bed and go back to sleep, when you whisper his name quietly.

Practically flops onto the floor in his haste to walk over to you, ready to get you whatever you need like always, until he notices how sleepy you look

Tell him about the dreams you had about him and his heart will literally break, but it does give him an idea. He'll softly take your hand and gently place it against his neck, over his pulse.

He'll probably take you with him to hang in the kitchen afterwards. If you feel like it you can help him out, if not Sanji will set you up with some cut fruit and happily listen to you talk about whatever you'd like until the rest of the crew starts to shuffle into the kitchen.

“See? I'm right here darling, and I'm not going anywhere, anytime soon.”

A/n: It's been a while since I've posted little, short headcanons like these, reminds me of when I first started posting(⁠っ⁠˘̩⁠╭⁠╮⁠˘̩⁠)⁠っ it feels nice tho, not feeling pressured to make such lengthy post lol maybe I'll post like this every now and then, I've had this idea in the drafts forever too lol Thanks for reading!🌕🌕🌕

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