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i-literally-cant-with-this · 1 year ago

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MDNI 18 + CONTENT MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18 + MDNI

Can I just say, fuck this piece of writing. It took me too long. I wrote and then deleted paragraph after paragraph. I love Gojo. But I think he & I might need some time apart.

Also, NOTHING about this bastard of a story turned out like I said it would. That being said, I'm sorry people... please don't lose faith in me 😆. I'm trying!

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In Stitches

You were his favorite seamstress. And it was no secret. Once, when you were out, the store owner told the man that his husband could stitch up the thrashed garment. "Sir, I assure you, my husband is the finest in his entire family. 6 generations of tailors, and he is the best yet." The tall man laughed a short but hearty chuckle, "First, 'sir' sucks. You know my name is Gojo. I'm in here all the time. Secondly, I don't give a shit if your husband makes the Lord Baby Jesus robes. I only want y/n to work on my uniforms. Yeah? When will she be back?" The owner knew this man was quite taken with you, but now he could see this for what it really was. "Y/n," the owner cleared his throat." Y/n will be back in 3 minutes. She's on her lunch break."

●Exactly 3 minutes later, because you were timely if you were anything, you tapped the owner on his shoulder and smiled sweetly, "I'm back now. Thank you."

●You recognized the man's voice as you clocked back in. Of course, you did. You always prayed to the old gods and the new that he'd have some terrible clothing mishap and fall at your feet, grabbing at the fullest part of your ass, burying his face where your thighs meet, begging for you to sew him back together. *His clothes back together. You had to correct yourself a lot.

● His bright eyes bore down on you, shrouded behind dark glasses. He was watching you before you realized it. Finally, you were able to raise your eyes to meet his. As you picked through the shreds of cloth, you breathed in his cologne. What you wouldn't give to press your face to his bare chest.

● You looked out the wide storefront window, sighing heavily. "Fuck. I bet it's soft. Soft and hard. And warm," you said in a whisper. Gojo looked at you and smiled. "What was that, sweetheart?"

● "OH! I, I, I was just, uhm. H-how did your clothes get so torn this time?" You asked with the confidence of a scared church mouse. He bent over and placed his elbow on the counter, and put his chin in the palm of his hand. He flashed you a cheeky smile. One look from him, and that's all it takes to turn you to mush as you're waiting to hear the backstory. "Or should I ask who got on your bad side?" You want to get on his bad side.

● His sudden laugh shook you from your hallucinations about what his chest would feel like against your cheek. Ok, really, it was your mouth. Your *tongue* and your mouth. You jumped back a little. "Oh, oh shit. Sorry. I didn't mean to startle you ..." He shifted his eyes to the pile of clothes your hands rested on, "Well, I just ... I gotta go. Fight someone ... or ... something."

"Why did I jump like that! Now he thinks I'm this jumpy idiot," you thought , scolding yourself.

● He put his large hand over yours and leaned over the counter close to your face. "KISS ME. MARRY ME. FUCK ME." You thought. Damn it, you're blushing. "Have a great day, sweetheart. I'll be back in a few days to pick these up. Unless I happen to run into you sooner?" He squeezed your hand, and the doorbell rang and brought you back to this stupid reality from the one where his hand was touching yours. Just in time to see that he'd already disappeared into the world.

● It was 5:58 pm. and time to close the shop. You could wait until 6:00 exactly. But you were in a hurry to get home, lock yourself up, close the shades, and plow through the clothes that he brought you. You could afford a discrepancy or two. Or three.

● Driving into the rainy night headed for home you hit a red light right off the bat. And usually, you hate them. All they do is hold you up. But, the bag. Gojo's bag. The bag of his clothes sitting in the passenger seat keeps calling to you. Pleading its case to be picked up and stuffed against your body. It wants you to sniff at it. You reached your hand over to open it up but a car honked behind you. Once again, bringing you back around to this side of reality. "Bahhh! Fuck. Sor-sorry!" You wave, "Im goin', I'm goin'. Jesus."

● You got home around 6:15. Parked in your spot and made a run for it. The rain was coming down so hard. Sliding your key into the doorknob and letting yourself inside, you drop everything you're carrying but the bag of clothes. "Now, where were we when we were so rudely interrupted?" You poured yourself a glass of peach moscato, grabbed the bottle, the bag, and set to work in your sewing area in the spare bedroom.

● "Shirt. Ok. Let's, let's get this ... Oh my god." You sank down in your chair, feeling 10 times more drunk from the smell. His scent was emanating from the bag. It was so strong that you wondered if he purposely sprayed extra cologne on the uniform before bringing it in to you.

● His scent hit you like a fucking semi and he weighed heavily on your mind. You considered going back to work to look through the old receipts for his phone number to lure him to you like one of those crocodiles that hides just under the surface of the water and waits for their prey to start drinking. Then they snap their jaws around the unsuspecting creatures neck. You wanted to snap your mouth around Gojo's cock. Gently, of course.

● You realized you'd probably be better off staying home. You finished his shirt, the last of the bottle, and took another hefty whiff. "Iiii-ahhh ... I want to shower. You're coming with me, though," You said to the shirt. Surely, you could just hang it over the door and smell it without getting it wet.

● In your bedroom, you slipped out of your clothes. On your way to the shower, you stopped in front of your full-length mirror and looked at yourself. "Something ... missing." You slipped Gojo's shirt over your arms and pulled it, as closed as it would go, around your tits. The fabric was softer than it looked. "Oh OH HI. I'm Gojo and I'll be your fuck toy for the night." Shaking your head you continued to check yourself out.

● It was a little snug on you, but still cute. It hung just above the round curve on the bottom of your ass. The sleeves were floppy on your shorter arms. "Fuck. I wish he was here." You felt the slick gather between your legs as you walked to the shower. Your desire for him was becoming bothersome.

● Before you started the shower water, you went to make sure your door was locked. You were in such a hurry to get inside and start pawing through his clothes that you didn't pay much attention. Halfway to the door, there was a quiet knock. You stopped in your tracks. "Who the fuck?" You whispered. "What, what time is it?" A glance at the clock. It was 1:28 a.m. and everyone you know doesn't come by your place unannounced because they know it pisses you off to have drop-in visitors.

● Another series of knocks. "Y/n?" The familiar voice whispered up against the heavy door. GOJO. "It's, it's Goj– Satoru Gojo. Are you awake? You, you remember me from–" You were awake, a little drunk, very horny for the white-haired man on the other side of your door, and a lot naked, save for his shirt. You could've changed into a robe. But the wine gave you false confidence. So, you decided to do the only thing there was to do; you were going to open the door.

● How many times have you prayed for this. Begged any God or anything, really, to grant you this one fucking wish. You took a breath for courage and walked toward the door.

● "Gojo? What are you doing here?" You hung your head laughing at this person you've become. You heard him laughing, too. "Fantastic." You said quietly. "Can I help you with something?"

● "Yes, yeah, you can. I was going home, and I tore my favorite pair of pants on a fence when I was running from a vicious dog. And then I climbed it, and boom. Torn. I was hoping you could repair them? They're my favorite pair. Did you hear that ‐"

● You opened the door. His lurid eyes peeked over the top of his dark sunglasses and burned into you. "That part." He finished his sentence. "Well, well, well. What have we here? Is that my shirt you're wearing?" You blushed and opened your mouth to say something. "No need to talk, doll. You told me everything I needed to know." Just seeing you in his uniform got him halfway hard. "I wasn't going to explain myself. I was going to ask why you had to climb a fence to outrun a vicious dog." You looked at him suspiciously and he just smirked.

● "Can I come in thanks." He stepped around you and into your apartment and looked around. "Would you mind telling me why this couldn't wait until Monday? Y'know. When I was at work?" He began undoing his belt. "Whoa there ... what the hell are you doing?" You asked almost breathlessly. You both knew you wanted him to continue to take his pants off. He just smiled at you and proceeded to unbutton and unzip his them. Stepping out of them, he bunched them up into his large hand and tossed them to you. "Here."

● "Yep. Got it. I'll fix 'em right up. Tomorrow. "You said more loudly than you had intended. "Goodnight, Satoru Go–" You had the resolve of a goldfish when you were trying to uproot the words to ask him to leave. But you didn't want him to go. "No, no, no, sweetheart. I think ... yes. I want you to put them on." Gojo gestured to the pants twisted around in your fingers.

● "Sorry, you what? You want me to put your pants on? Am I understanding this correctly?" He looked at you like he couldn't understand why it was such a hard pill to swallow. "Yes, y/n. Put. The. Pants. On." You shook them out in front of you to have a look at the legs. They smelled exactly like his shirt you had, only better because they were still warm from his body. "These won't fit me. This isn't that traveling pants movie where the girl with the biggest ass of her friends group miraculously squeezed into them." You laughed way too hard at your comparison.

● He cocked his head and you stopped giggling at yourself. "Wha– traveling pants? What the fuck are you talking about? My pants are homebodies. Just put the damn things on, y/n." You sat down on the arm of your couch to help balance you, laughing at the fact he called his pants homebodies. "Ok, ok." You were still a little tipsy.

●Slipping the pants over your left foot first, he watched you push it out of the leg opening. "Next foot." You stuck your right leg through and steadied your feet on the floor to pull them up to your waist.

● He smiled at you in his clothing. Your arms and legs drowning in the sea of cloth. The thread holding the buttons over your chest forced to give a little. The waist of the pants is not big enough to cover your curves. But you looked so sexy to him struggling like this. Only Gojo would think you struggling like this was sexy.

● "See? I told you. My fat ass wont fit–" Gojo was at you in a split second and stuck his hands into the shirt on either side of your hips, burying his face in your neck. He took a slow, deep breath and melted into your warm skin. He shuddered as he pulled his face around to rub his nose to yours. "Your fat ass is fucking sexy." His eyes are more blue right now than you've ever seen them. You pulled your face back to look at him. He was so fucking beautiful.

● He held your chin in his hand and brought his lips down to yours. Kissing him back rendered you void of all oxygen as you breathed into his grasp. His kiss was deep and overwhelming. Just like you'd always imagined it would be. He hung over you as you fought to keep your knees from buckling under you. Even though the couch was right there, you wanted to stay exactly where you were, pressed to him. As close as two semi clothed people could get.

● For a moment you forgot you were donning his uniform and that he was in a shirt and his boxer briefs. "You taste like the rain." He said, licking his lips and taking a small step back.

● You stood there with one hand on your hip and the other one holding the shirt together. Though you didn't know why you bothered. If he wanted to see your tits, he would see your tits.

● He stared back at you, looking you up and down in his ridiculously long yet narrow clothing. You notice how his cock is stretching out his boxer briefs. Precum beginning to leave a darkened, wet spot.

● Gojo followed your gaze down at the bulge. "This? You want this? Well, all y'gotta do is ask, sweetheart." He pulled the waistband down to the base of his cock and then started palming himself through the slightly stained fabric.

● Gojo saunteted over to you and reached ran his hand down the side of your face, looking at you so, so sweetly. A moment later he stuck his middle and fourth finger in your mouth. How that didn't catch you off guard and how it felt so natural, you'll never understand. You instinctively knew to start sucking on them. "Good girl," he purred your praises in a deep voice while his other hand came up to pull the bunched fabric of his shirt from your clutches.

● "You. Dirty. Little. Freak. I mean, I could smell it on you from the other side of the state. But damn. I'm, I'm impressed, y/n. Were you going to fuck yourself while you wore this?" He flicked your protruding nipple and then pulled the shirt open to kiss it. "Or were you going to lay it over a pillow and rub your wet little cunt all over it and then give it back to me so I could smell you deep in these threads?"

● You tried to talk around his fingers over your tongue. "Mmmughnn ... ughhh!" He laughed and pushed his fingers back, his other hand now cupping your pussy. He pushed you backward to the couch cushion. "Sit. Leave the shirt and pants on." You turned into your spot, purposely brushing your ass in his face.

● He let out a low rumble of a sound as he grabbed your hips to hold you there, pussy up. "Don't play games you don't know the rules to, sweetheart." His hand came down hard just before he nipped and kissed at the covered flesh. You settled back down on the brushed sued couch cover. "Open your legs." You did as you were told and lay there against the plush surface. Still a little sore from the mild reprimand.

● The same two fingers he had in your mouth made a wet trail from your lips to the hole in the inseam of his pants. You shuttered at how easy it was for him to govern your actions. How easily you gave into him. You wanted to be his good girl.

● He pushed the waistband aside and licked circles across your hips, nosing at your thighs and hovering over your wetness, breathing it in. He stayed there for what seemed like an eternity. You felt every layer of your skin start to heat up. It was no wonder, though. You felt like you were going to combust under his touch.

● You're almost whimpering and all this asshole has done is gag you, and cup your pussy. Once.

● He grabbed both sides of where the zipper was sewn into his pants and ripped them from your body. He pulled them down to your ankles and he slammed his face into your cunt. "Oh!!" You cried out. His mouth kissed around your rosy folds as his finger explored the edges of your hole. He turned his wrist and slid his finger into your warm, sticky walls. Rubbing your clit with his palm and his fingertip inside making the "come here" motion until you started to shift around him. How were you this wet already, you thought. "I feel you tightening up at my finger. So desperate for some part of me to fuck into you. You don't care if it's my hand."

● "Yes. Go‐ God. Fuck me with your hand, Gojo." He tutted at how cheaply you retailed yourself for his touch. "You don't care if it's myyy ...." He positioned his lips to encircle your clit as he still teased his finger just outside of you. "MMMMM" he lifted his face from you to finish saying the word. "My mmmouth."

● Your legs instinctually tried to slam closed at the sudden hard vibrations of his words on this sensitive bundle of nerves. But Gojo wouldn't allow it. For months, your fuck me energy flowed to him. He knew what you wanted. He knew when your hormones were heightened. When your body was at its apex of arousal. When you fucked yourself on your lunch break and came back to work to show him how you repaired his clothes with the same hand that, possibly moments before, was frantically rubbing at your cunt. He liked it. He craved it.

● Gojo dragged his open mouth over your abdomen to your chest and took your breasts, sucking and tonguing your nipple. Switching from one to the other when he was satisfied with the marks he'd left on your soft skin.

● He let his arms rest on either side of your legs and rubbed the fullest part of your thighs. It would look rough to any outsider, what he was doing. But there was more pressure than hurt in his approach.

● Your eyes went straight back into your skull. His touch felt better than you could ever fathom. "You have goosebumps." He said, so quietly. For a moment, you forgot where you were. "My fucking god." You whispered shakily as your body twitched. Your hips raise off of the couch without realizing it.

● He shifted down so his face was flush with your drenched cunt and he sunk his hands between your ass and the couch. Pulling you to the edge so he had complete access to you. "Mmhm. Just like I imagined it'd be. So fucking hot, sweetheart."

● His ripped his pants the rest of the way from your ankles and lifted your legs over his shoulders. He sunk two fingers into you. He said in a hushed tone. "Oh, jackpot, baby." Gojo slipped them in and out of you until he felt you begin to clench around him. Your hips rocked down to make up for the distance there was between you and his long fingers. You were doing everything to try and get him to increase the friction and depth. Making just slightly audible noises. Your wine buzz an afterthought by now. You were drunk on him. But you had a feeling you were still going to get loud.

● He was too careful not to administer any direct contact with the most needy part of you. "Gojo please! Pleasepleaseplease. You gotta do something. Anything!"

● "You think you deserve that? Now?" You were becoming increasingly frustrated as he continued to delay your gratification.

● He paused, feigning consideration thoughtfully, and he stood to remove the last of his remaining clothes. You sunk back, hoping your frustration wouldn't backpedal what little progress you've made with him.

● He sat next to you and reached over, filling his hands with the collar of his shirt. "Up." He shifted you from the sunken in space and sat you on top of him. He tore the shirt down from your shoulders and wrapped it around your waist.

● "Ooh!" You said in surprise. He moved so quickly now, comparatively. You began to roll your hips. The noises escaping from between your bodies were delicious. Spurring you on. You were so wet now. It was mixing with his own juices. It was so easy to let him make you feel good.

● His thick cock fit perfectly between your folds. You were stuck somewhere between heaven and hell. There was no way you could loosen his grip on you to raise yourself up somehow and bury him inside of you.

● You picked up your movements on him, essentially, giving him a hand-job with your pussy. "Ahh sweetheart. Careful ..." It was working. You only needed to move up his body a little more and "OH fffuh!" You got him to slide right into you.

● "Fffuck." He was inside of you and he seemed caught off guard as you tucked him away. You leaned away from him, arching your back and putting your hands behind you on his knees and you bounced so hard on him your tits slapped against your skin.

● "Swee– sweethar-tuh. Oh, God." Gojo snaked his arms around your waist to hold you while he slammed back into you with equal force."

● You pressed your chest into his face. He bit at your jumping flesh and lavished you with his tongue to ease the sharpness of his teeth against you.

● "Ok, ok, doll. That's e‐, that's, fuck ..." You leaned fully over him and grabbed the back of the couch to support your efforts. "You, you wan'ta keep driving us both crazy and go down on me all night?" He considered it but switched places with you instead.

● He spun you over so you were on your back against the seat. "No." He admitted, his cock sliding into you at such a fast pace your head was slamming into the armrest. "No, I'm going to fuck you now."

● He focused as he went balls deep into you, watching closely to see how you swallowed him up with every thrust.

● "Such, ah, such a sweet pussy, sweet-hah-heart." You had been driven half mad by him. And finally, finally, you were where you'd imagined being for so long; under him. Tangled around him.

● Your insides were on fire as he drove into your covetous cunt. You felt that familiar tension building, like you had so many times before when Gojo was just a figment of your imagination. His weight on you was marvelous. It erased the emptiness you'd feel when you would open your eyes to see he wasn't there. No matter how hard you worked to convince yourself it was real. That he was real.

● "Y‐ya feel s'fuckin' good, Gojo. Fuck ..." He leaned over to kiss your contorted mouth. You were going to cum. Your insides tightened up all at once and you wrapped your body around him.

● "Fffuck Gojo! Oh my god – ah!" He watched you come apart like you were a long-lost friend. Your body undulating beneath him was so pretty to him. You were a mess. A hot mess and he was here for it.

● He felt your legs slacken as you rode out the euphoric high. The most miniscule drops of saliva hanging onto the corners of your lips.

● You felt like a little doll beneath him now. Laying there almost innocently. Tears running down either side of your face. Sweat at your relaxed brow. So cute, he thought.

● His pace quickened and your eyes opened wide as he felt his impending release tear at his willpower. "Oh, fuck, sweetheart. I'm g'na cum. Where do you want – tchh, ah – where should I – aw, fuck."

● He was too slow. He came a white shower inside of your warmth. "I," he wiped his brow. "Well, I'm sure you know." He laughed and kissed you.

"Gojo, I want to ask you something."

"Ok, what?"

"Did you really come over here in the middle of the rainy night to ask me to fix your pants?"

"I, uh, no. I fucking hate those pants. I just wanted to wear you.

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twimshi · 1 year ago

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Shattered Realities Prt2 (reuploaded) (2/5)

Hobie Brown/Reader

"Quick question, do you do your piercings by yourself?"

Could he get any cooler?

Webbie finds out that she loves tangerines

[Ya'll do not understand the stress attack i had because THIS CHAPTER GOT DELETED ?! IM SO SAD BECAUSE SOME READER LEFT SUCH INSIGHTFUL COMMENTS RAAA ,,i love google docs}

Webbie slowly is awoken by the noise of her heart rate quickening, she dosent know why, for a moment, she can't move her fingers, something like sleep paralysis.

She thinks she sees Byte click something on her screen and slightly wave a lightstick around her eyes to see if she was awake.

At least Webbie wakes up gasping for oxygen and grips Byte's arm with all her might.

They both look at each other for a moment before hugging.

"Oh wow I almost died"

Byte laughs in relief she felt through her body "Is that the first thing you say to me after passing out for two days?"

Webbie would have pulled away and questioned that, but she's glad to just get enough rest "Yeah..."

Webbie keeps hugging her until Byte tells her she needs to inform the others that she woke up, even though she rather just go back to sleep.

Miguel surprisingly looks relieved through his constant stone cold expression to see her wake up.

He even brought a cup of a warm drink for her.

Webbie gladly takes it grinning at him while taking a sip of what she thought was milk and makes a face "Why is it spicy"

He roles his eyes, going to check her vitals with Byte "It's cinnamon and honey mixed with milk kid, a home remedy for your nausea"

"Oh..." She gulps the entire thing down and shakes the empty cup demandingly after realizing he didn't poison her "More"

Spider-byte chuckles and shrugs to Miguel "Well she has been asleep for two days"

The fanged Spiderman groans but makes his way the door when he hears the partially healed glitch girl yell to bring her some tangerines.

He runs into Jess when he makes Webbie another cup.

Jess looks at him "She awake?"

"Yeah" He he stirs the hunny in the cold milk before adding the cinnamon stick "And hungry as ever, do we have tangerines?"

"Uhm yeah, probably in the pantry but I'm here to tell you about something else Lylla told me when you told her to do research on Webbie"

Miguel sets the milk to the microwave and turns back to Jess, signalling her to continue.

She inhales "She thinks Webbie mighy be causing a slow in the canon"

Miguel walks back to the infirmary to see the Webbie telling odd stories to Malala.

"And then I got hit by a big ass truck"

"What?! Is that true?"

Webbie giggles, leaning into her wrapped up arms "No but it would be a pretty cool story if I did"

Miguel walks in, stopping the girls for exchanging even more bizarre stories for each other.

Malala gives Webbie a small "We'll chat later" and swings out of the room, waving to Miguel on the way out.

He gives her a respectful nod of acknowledgement and hands the cup of hot milk and basket full of tangerines to the girl.

Lylla pops from his shoulder, Webbie is a little shocked she almost dropped her basket with tangerines.

She tries to reach out to the hologram to touch nothing.

"Whoah watch where your touching girlfriend, take a girl to dinner before you make grabby-grabby to her"

Webbie stares at Lylla "Whoah, you talk? I like your glasses"

"I...why thank you" she replies all giddy like a school girl kicking her feet.

Miguel sighs asking Lylla to scan the girl which she agreed to "Looks like nothing has really changed before, her vitals seem normal"

"That's a good sign- Hobie for the last time, stop taking stuff you don't need"

"You barely even use this stuff mate"

Webbie's eyes darts to the owner of the voice to see him, the punk head from before.

He was wearing skinny jeans with funky hair.

Miguel was on the verge of losing his shit but took a deep breath "Lylla, anything else we can do about the situation?"

"Well, we could try to place her in another universe?" Lylla suggests.

"Not yet" Miguel answers at the same time as Webbie says, an immediate "No"

Lylla awkwardly pushes her glasses up before dissapearing "Okay.....I'll ask again next time"

Miguel takes another deeper breath and walks to a separate room for a moment.

In the meantime, Webbie isn't so pleased with Miguel's answers.

Not yet means so that means soon?

She needs to leave.

She abruptly gets up to only sit back down when the daunting realization hit that she had nowhere to go.

She wants to leave.

She wants to go.

She wants to dissapear-

"You look like you're 'boutta vomit, do I need to get a bag"

"Are you calling me ugly?"

"Names Hobie Brown and I don't think people are ugly, it's another way of saying you don't conform to the norm" He states like a college professor "In conclusion, people say ugly, now back to my main point. Do you need a bag?"

"No I don't- Wow you have a thick accent, it's really odd, but In a good way"

He raised his eyebrows "You tryna butter me up or something?"

"How did you know I like butter" Webie stands on her bed like a mad woman and grabs his hands in hers "I need to ask you a really important question"

He's caught off guard by how fast she recovered from the entire incident considering the way the other Spidermen had to go to therapy after witnessing her glitch from the thinking that was normal.

Hobie scratches his ear with his other hand, unsure what to say or do with this just tilts his head, not sure to find this interaction odd or endearing "Come again?"

Webbie repeats herself a little loudly this time "Can we be friends?"

He wants to say something sarcastic at the odd but relevant request but her entire aura encapsulates him like a bubble that he cant get out of.

Quite similarly to bubble gum stuck on his shoe.

Before Hobie could even make a joke or reply to her sudden request, Miguel walked back into the room and pointed at him.

"Hobie, you're in charge of her living situation" Miguel walks away before anyone could give any insight to their situation or his choices.

Hobie rolls his eyes, his hand still in hers "Whatever, I'm only doing this because she looks like a stray animaI don't believe in animal cruelty"

Hobie looked at Webbie, who had a bandage wrapped around her head, and kept staring at his face "Why are you looking at me all funny?"

"Quick question, do you do your piercings yourself?"

"Yeah, I do, what about it?"

"They're just...so cool" She circles him getting down from, like a dog trying to make friends.

Hobie feels a kick of an ego booster before the girl trips on her own shoe laces and quickly gets back up "I just find them really cool, even your clothes and stuff"

"Yeah?" He says walking slightly closer, eyes watching her look at every single earring he has "You want one?"

Her heart thumps, but not for the reasons she would prefer in a place with majestic-looking people.

But all she felt was people cold sweat, and needles.

It's not the same happy memory recurrence as remembering the Lorax movie.

Or any fluffy emotion she would rather be feeling.

The memory that was circulating her mind were the things that ran through her mind.

She didn't want to feel that way, so she chugged her sprite which caused her to violently cough and smile at Hobie, who was unchartherestically amused by the action.

"No thank you, but thanks for the offer"

Webbie is lucky she manages to mask her sudden fear because he doesn't seem to notice.

Hobie shrugs "Suit yourself mate, anyways I heard that you named yourself"

"I did! Was getting tired of getting called girl" She was only called girl one time by Miguel but found it extremely demeaned by it.

"That's sick, creating your own identity and all that" He praised.

They continue to walk for a moment before he notices something shining in Webbie's hands and his eyes slightly widen because no way could she gave taken it "Where did you get that from?"

"Oh I saw you looking at it while Miguel was talking, you never listen to him"

"You little bugger" He says proudly and swipes the device from her hand, inspecting it.

Usually, Hobie just rips devices he needs.

Mostly beacause Miguel would be too tired to question him about it.

But the way Webbie took the device, it was almost like she didn't even rip it out "Didn't know you could pickpocket like that"

"I don't pickpocket" She says offendedly scratching her head, trying to figure it out herself "Probably some memories are coming back gradually, but I guess it felt like a reflex"

He leans into her personal bubble and looks at her, almost hauntingly but not so to make her uncomfortable, just a little shocked.

No, very shocked and decided to say the following nonchalantly "Do it again"

"What?"

He chuckles and backs away from her "Don't look so lost bug, I've just been working on something, need some spare parts from Miguel's room"

"No way I'm touching his stuff, he like wants me totally dead"

"Maybe, well is that a yes or no"

"I'm not doing it"

"So a no?"

"No-" She says but realizes, does this make her uncool in the eyes of Hobie?

He didn't even answer her question from before "Let me think about it..." She reconsiders.

"I can do it on my own but you did it so seamlessly," Hobie says, intrigued with her "You worry about Miguel too much, you a lap dog to him or something?"

"I am not a dog that sits on laps!"

"Aint that a fact bug, the only lapdog in our society are the police. You're more of an orange cat with black cat instincts" He says walking a mile a second with those long legs of his.

Webbie still recovering from the 'glitch' incident "Hobie, I am really trying to listen to what you're saying so please slow down"

He finally stops and lets the lost Webbie catch up with him "What are we doing here?"

"Portaling out of here of course" The punk says, reaching into his pocket to get a wristband, snapping it on her arm.

Webbie backs away from him smiling nervously "Me, go in there? You're being silly right now"

Webbie puffs up her chest to look brave and scoffs "Why are you saying that like I'm scared, I'm very brave. I watched horror movies before bed" No, she did not.

Hobie taps in feet on the ground and places his hands on his hips to her "Look, you didn't have a wristband before. Now you have one, won't hurt a muscle"

"Says the one trembling like a leaf"

She looks around to see if he was holding her but he was just standing there hands in his pockets nonchalantly "I can tell you're wondering 'bout me noticing, it's just spider-sense."

Webbie eyes him, running out of things to say "That's totally not creepy, but interesting.....Spider senses dont make sense because I've killed many spiders, and most of them are stupid-"

"Will you just-" He grabs her hand with a rough motion but the hold was gentle "You can hold my hand"

It was unexpected, she looked at the spiky hair figure - she wants to tell him not to pity her but his hands were big and oddly enough cold.

She didn't want to let go.

Hobie levels with her gently swinging their intertwined hand back and forth "You'll be okay, you can even close 'yer eyes"

She listens to him but even so, she could see bright flashes of colours, her hands grip his tighter.

He grips back and holds her body close suddenly with no warning when he jumps into the portal.

Webbie is about to scream into his ear when she sees his smirk "Why are you smiling like that? You don't just grab me with no warning"

"Sorry 'bout that, but what did I say? Didn't even hurt right, ya wuss?"

"I don't even-" Webbie stops to look around to realize she was on a roof and

She wasn't glitching.

There, Webbie goes again, looking at him like he's the coolest person ever.

Hobie doesn't see this look as he's already directing her to his window.

Webbies's feet are temporarily glued to the floor when she enters the hourse

"You scared of chairs or something?"

"Dont patronize me"

"I wouldn't dream of conforming to that very word luv"

Webbie manages to ease her thoughts and walks towards the small kitchen Hobie had, admiring the small trinkets on it.

"What'chu looking at?"

"You're in band?"

"Was, is the right word" He says, the photo she was looking at was taken months ago when he had highlights in his hair and different colour contact lenses in each eye "Are you going to keep staring at that picture?"

"You just look really... cool" She says with so much glee that it hurts her chest.

Actually, it might actually hurt a lot more because she falls on the ground.

Hobie luckily was standing in close proximity of her and managed to lull her uninjured hand around his own to the couch.

"Yup, ya aren't a stray dog"

"....I wish I was"

Webbie takes note of the small how cluttered yet organized the whole place was "How do you afford this? I always hear that cities have the highest rent"

"Got that one right, this was passed down from an old mate of mine. This is more like a temporary homestay"

They both just stay silent trying to think of what to say to each other.

Webbie rocks on her heels, unsure of what to do or say as Hobie tosses some pillows and a blanket on the couch

He points to the door "My room there and the bathroom is over there. If you want snacks like tea, just help yourself to it. Wake me up if you need anything" Hobie drops his jacket on the floor going to the shower in his room.

Webbie waves him goodnight and is left with her thoughts.

That aren't always the best.

But Webbie tries to do some jumping jacks to release some tension.

She stops doing jumping jacks after realizing how stupid she looked.

At last, after maybe about twenty minutes of daydreaming, she decides to take a peak outside the window of Hobie's apartment.

Her thoughts linger a little as cars pass by in the small neighbourhood.

Thoughts like where was she from?

Did she have parents?

Whats her cool backstory?

Why was she afraid of chairs and needles?

And why was there a lingering empty feeling in her?

All of this ran in her mind until she found the perfect way to relax, or at least try to.

Hobbie wakes up with many noises in the middle of the night, like police cars, riots, and more.

But never was he awoken by a British reality show playing on the television.

He rubbed his eyes, hair sticking up wildly as he looked at the television "You're still awake? And you're watching....British bake off"

Webbie looks at him while mid-way peeling her tangerine "Yeah...I can turn it down if you want"

Hobbie shakes his head going back to his bedroom where Webbie thought he was going back to bed.

To her surprise he walks out with some of his pillow and blanket.

"Scoot to over to the side will ya?"

She obliges and he plops to the side of her.

Webbie grins at him and continues to watch to show before she slowly falls to sleep, at ease.

Hobie watches the show a little while longer before he feels his eyes begin droop a little.

He looks over to Webbie to see that she's already fallen asleep with a half peeled tangerine in hand with her mouth open.

'What a madlad' His inner thoughts said as he plucks the tangerine from her hands and places it on the coffee table.

A off the TV with his web shooter, looking out the window which was next to the couch, curtain open.

He slowly started, eventually falling back into the couch.

Even though the couch was small.

Both of them slept the entire night comfortably, feeling somehow safe with each others presence.

Hobie didn't even realize he slept with a tangerine in his own hands.

#hobie brown x reader #hobie brown #spider man: across the spider verse #across the spiderverse

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jack-daww · 10 months ago

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Fanfic writing asks!

2, 4, 7, 10, 29, 35, 49, and 77?

Ooh, thank you for the ask! Let's see...

2: Where do you get your fic ideas?

Hard to say. I get inspired by just about anything. Stuff I read, conversations I have, situations I've either been in or heard about, you get the gist. When something catches my interest, my brain will start screaming ideas at me until it either leaks oit of my ears or I start writing it down and throw it into the ideas folder. I'm almost constantly spewing ideas, but not all of them are good, so sometimes it just gets put in my notes app on my phone and deleted later for lack of detail.

4: How do you choose which fic to write?

Well, I have a folder on my laptop in which every fic idea gets noted down as its own document. When I finish a WIP, I look through that folder and choose whichever I have the clearest picture of. I usually keep every idea in mind and only need a small reminder of what I had planned for it, so it really comes down to where my mind goes. Sometimes I'll also have a plot for one of those ideas in mind, so I don't need to spend time choosing at all.

7: Post a snippet from a WIP

Well, it might take a little while for me to post this WIP, but have something from my latest oneshot:

"There are shelves upon shelves of books and other nick-knack, making the room look bigger and more cramped at the same time. The walls are full of paintings of all kind and there is a single lamp hanging in the middle of the room."

This story is about a tea shop (vaguely based on a shop I have been to irl) and its weird regulars, as seen by an outsider. I haven't managed to work on it since I got sick, but it's about 1/5 done, I think?

10: Do you work on multiple WIPs or stick to one fic at a time?

Uhm, I do work on multiple fics, but I try to keep it to two at most, a longer one and a oneshot. I mostly write oneshots, so yeah. Sometimes I also work on three (when counting my very long-time project) but more than that gets overwhelming and ends up with me not writing anything.

29: What's something about your writing that you're proud of?

Probably how I write emotions. I'm an angst writer, so you can imagine that a lot of situations I write tend to get messy. But I've been told my characterizations are realistic, as well as how I write emotions, so I'm pretty proud of that.

35: What's your favourite fic that you've posted?

This is hard. Uh, let me take a look at what I've posted. (I am opening multiple tabs to look through my fics for this question and the next one)

This one is probably it? I really like how I wrote magic here and while it's not my typical style (normally I'm not quite this poetic) it was fun to write! I like most of my fics, so this was a hard choice, but I feel like this is a s close to a favourite as it gets.

49: What fic of yours would you say introduction to you as a writer?

This is hard too, damn. Hm, I would say my first fic, but I don't think that would be accurate to who I am as a writer today? My writing has improved over the last two years after all.

I have two different main writing styles and different dynamics depending on what fandom I write for, so I can't really tell which one it should be. I hope naming two isn't cheating, lol.

I think these are pretty good examples of my typical writing style and they're rather recent too, so they don't have as many mistakes as my old fics might have.

The first one shows a group dynamic I enjoy and the second one is pretty good too, though from a different fandom and with a different focus. Both fics are mainly about interpersonal relationships, which is what I mostly write about, and the level of angst my fics reach on average. I was tempted to pick one of my mcd fics for this, but that wouldn't be very representative of my writing.

77: Why do you enjoy writing fanfiction?

Well, I enjoy writing because I like creating scenarios and trying to get people to feel stuff. But if the question is why I enjoy writing fanfiction specifically, hm. Probably because I like exploring how characters react or playing around with character dynamics? Sometimes I want to portrait a specific dynamic/scenario/emotion and I can do that easier when the characters already exist. Also, the community is nice.

#answered asks #ask game

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janethealien · 1 year ago

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grahhh there's a lil blood in this one!!!!! it's just a little bit but still⚠️ I forgor warning last time on the neko one my apology:( also i kind of don't want to show this but idk yet...

hi okay yeah sooo!! uhm yeah i use character.ai and stuff,, 😔 and i did this thingy with one of the hero ones and i drew the scene out!!! i think i might delete this later if i feel like i don't want to show it anymore but I'll keep it up for now because im trying to be confident about it!!!:3✨💙 (also kind of lazy cause i made this at 7 in the morning.....)

"My brother turned into a demon after dying and is biting my arm what do I do"

#omori fanart #character ai #i don't know how to tag this

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balsemicvinegar · 2 years ago

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talking to my mom makes me so uncomfortable

#vent #serious issues #haha i have mommy issues wbu #i love you and im proud of you #because you're my daughter #yeah alright but #i just wish you loved me.#unconditionally.#and i wish you were proud of what i am instead of #the idea of the daughter #i wish you loved me instead of that idea #might delete later idk #i feel like shit for betraying my family #internalized transphobia sucks #wish i was born correctly #aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah #uhm not srs to me ig #i mean like im not crying rn im just pissed off #yeahh i might delete this later

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vanillabat99 · 3 years ago

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Throwback to that time I was talking with some friends and they suggested I take a screening test and I was genuinely surprised by my results.. Mental Illness Club ✌️

#i was like 'oh should i even bother taking this' and 'im gonna say its not as bad because im probably overreacting'#and then i saw my score and was like 'thats probably a normal score'#but it was very much Not A Normal Score.#it wasn't even in the range of Normal.#and then we talked about it some more and it was like 'yeah thats Classic Mental Illness right there' and im just.#im just sitting here feeling very overwhelmed and also validated because I didn't know anything so how could i have been faking #and uhm yeah thats kinda a roundabout way of saying im plural maybe idk yet #also scoob if you see this NO YOU DIDN'T. this post doesnt exist. you saw nothing. do not mention this irl.#and to anyone else who sees this if i dont end up deleting it later: please please please please be kind and respectful.#if you have questions id rather you dm me than rb or send an ask or something #im still figuring things out #also i wasnt planning on saying that in this post but it might as well happen now before i dig myself into a pit of anxiety #so uhm yeah thanks for reading this i guess??#text #batty blogging

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whenfatecollides · 4 years ago

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ah I don't know how to like put this properly into words but I just want to apologise to everyone who has messaged me in the last few months and I haven't like really given a reply to... it wasn't because the messages said anything bad or wrong but bc I'm just really introverted and with everything going on in the world and the whole dc/handong situation I'm just having a lot of trouble processing since everything is just really overwhelming so I just really can't like hm like listen properly? and ik I should apologise to these people directly but I can't really remember who it was anymore... I just can't really match most of you guys enthusiasm for dc rn tbh, it's not something that I can share very well atm, and it's not necessarily like my feelings for them have changed at its core bc they haven't since i am still doing everything i used to do that no one rly sees but it's more like I feel like I'm in this place in time where I'm just not a good version of myself and I don't like I don't really want people to see this more than they have to if that makes sense and also I just feel like what I feel for dc is actually one of the things that makes me feel ok so bc of the position i am in rn I can't really share it properly with anyone bc I feel like if I do I will just lose it and that probably doesn't make any sense but idk how to explain it any better. I do hope I can go back to sharing the whole insomnia experience like before with you guys soon, that's one of the things I've missed the most too in the last few months

#I'm not like leaving tumblr or stopping to gif completely or like anything like that it's just #I'm aware I haven't been that great of a person lately? at least I don't feel like I have since I'm irritated all the time...#but yeah I am sorry #to everyone I've disappointed mostly #and to dc :/ I just feel sorry that I can't be the enthusiastic fan I used to be #but uhm yeah I think needed to acknowledge this tbh? I think I've been on a burn out since like deja vu #and the last... 9 months just made it worse I think but at the end of the day I still feel like the reward of being with them is bigger than #the reward of being without #and it's not like I haven't had happy moments with them in the last few months because I have #I think I've just been in a really stressful position for quite sometime now... idk #well this was a Rant #might delete later but I thibk i just rly needed to put this all out #jt

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sungbeam · 2 years ago

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my legs r abt to fall off.

#sungbeam strikes again #nah bc ik i complain abt work all the time its like fine fr but spending 7-8 hrs walking and standing the entire time just hurts dude :')#i dont even have time to take my 15 min breaks cuz we're so understaffed #will prob delete later but yuh going for another 7 hrs tmr #gotta make bank tho ig #saturdays my last day tho cuz school things but yeah. uhm im gonna go eat junk food and then crawl into bed #might write a bit tho ;']

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andysbubba · 3 years ago

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home to me

↳ andy let you go once, he doesn't wanna lose you again

a/n: a little series? this one's probably gonna have another chapter or two hehe <3

𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲'𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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Andy's stomach churned when he sees you. In a very good way. It's been a good two years since the break up and he can barely believe that he's seeing you right then and there— in the corner of the cafe that Andy knows you love going to. Your voice made his heart flip. It's so goddamn beautiful and Andy misses it so damn much.

He doesn't even know why he's so stunned at the sight of you. It's the only reason why he's there— why he's always going there almost every weekend, hoping to get a glimpse of you sometime. You're in the fuzzy, furry jacket that you're always wearing on chilly days, your hair pulled up with a claw clip and your laptop right in front of you with a cup of coffee right by the side.

He tried to get over you, he really did. But even after all the women he met after you, no one made him feel the same way you did. The butterflies in his stomach he gets just talking to you like some teenager, or how his heart just flutters when you smiled at him with that beautiful grin.

Andy couldn't help but look at you every two minutes, while he's waiting in the queue for his turn. He's thinking of what to say if he even has the guts to walk up to you and say hi.

The break up wasn't necessarily bad... it was mutual. Kinda. You were in the middle of your studies and you just wanted to focus on doing well and getting your masters. It's not that Andy was a distraction— really, he actually helped a lot. But between studying and trying to make sure you don't abandon Andy, you realised that taking a break would be good for the both of you.

You were young, only 24 while Andy was 14 years older than you are. He's so mature and wise that you just felt that you just wanted to grow as your own person before you and Andy took it any further and got more serious. You thought that you'd work on yourself, fixing up your flaws and make yourself just grow into a better version of yourself. And as much as Andy disagreed, he didn't want to force you to keep being with him. He thought that maybe, you both could just grow as time passes, and that you can change right next to him.

But he just agreed with you, because he definitely does not want to pressure you into being in a relationship with him no matter how much he actually wants you to stay with him. So technically, it was a mutual break-up to you. But he didn't really feel the same.

And unsurprisingly, Andy simply cannot get over you. Two years passed, and he just wishes that you're by his side again.

"Hi! What can I get for you?"

Andy snaps out of his trance, stepping towards the cashier and ordering his coffee to-go with a bagel as well. He takes a quick glance at you before he decides to change his mind. "Actually— I'll just have those here."

Wait— you recognise that voice.

You instantly glance up from the screen of your laptop, watching the familiar back and broad shoulders standing at the cashier. Holy fuck- Andy?

Your gaze turns back down to your laptop, your mind trying to decide between approaching him or just letting him go... again... like you did 2 years ago. He still fits into those polo tees like a glove, the jeans barely doing his ass justice but it really accentuates his goddamn thighs.

Fuck. Two damn years and you still have it bad for him.

"Can I join?" Andy glances down at some blueprint or floor-plan thing you have on your laptop. "Unless I'm interrupting— you look busy."

"Andy—" You turned to him and back to the opened floor-plan on the screen. "No, no. Hey-" You lowered the screen and put it aside, leaving some space for Andy. You gestured at him to join you in the booth.

Andy takes up the offer, setting the cup in his hand and the bagel right in front of you before he slides in. "Hey,"

You let out a breathy laugh as you look at him, fidgeting with your fingers underneath the table. "Been a long time."

"Yeah," He nods, offering you one of his adorable smiles as he rests his forearms on the table. "I stopped seeing you around, thought you moved away."

"I thought you did— till I heard the news talking about one of your cases." You retort, lips curling into a soft smile. "How've you been, Andy?"

"Same old, y'know. Long hours at the office and takeout nights. Nothing really changed." Andy grins, "How's everything goin' for ya?"

Oh— and he definitely isn't wrong when he said 'nothing really changed'. For this 40-year-old man to still look like the Andrew Stephen Barber you met like 4 years ago? Phew.

"Uhm- pretty good! I'm uh- I just signed a contract with Perkins and Will."

Andy's lips curled into a wide grin. "You did it!"

He remembers?

Your head tilts as you look at him. "You remember?"

"Of course, hon. That's your dream firm." He reaches over table and pats your hand. "I'm happy for you, Y/n."

"Thank you, Andy," You brush a hand through your hair, eyeing Andy in his whole polo tee and jeans glory. "I'm surprised you aren't working on a Saturday morning,"

Andy lets out a laugh at your words, "Yeah- I just thought, y'know. Uh- I'm old enough to stop being such a workaholic."

You raised a brow at that, "Andy, you aren't old." You give him a suggestive glance as your eyes trace his whole figure. "Definitely don't look like it."

"I'll say the same thing for ya, Y/n." Andy didn't bother hiding his gaze either, eyes trailing down your body till it's back up to your face. "Two damn years and you still look as gorgeous as ever, sweetheart."

A breathy laugh leaves your lips. "Always as flattering as ever, Mr Barber."

"You know I'm an honest person, sweetheart." Andy winks before he takes a sip of his coffee.

You hum as you run your finger on the edge of your own cup. "I remember you telling me that all lawyers are really good liars."

You love how familiar this feels. It's like nothing has changed and both of you are back in 2019. Good, good days. Letting Andy go was a dumb move on your side, you realised that pretty soon after the break-up. You should've known that you and Andy would've made it work someway, somehow.

"C'mon, honey. Y'know I can never lie to you." The wide smile he has on his lips is as charming as ever and god if it doesn't just make you fall in love again- as if you ever fell out of love with him in the first place. Andy clears his throat, a hand inching to the back of his neck and softly rubbing the spot. You instantly realised that he's a little nervous. "You dating anyone?"

You let out an almost silent snort, scoffing at his question. "Ya think? I just called you hot five minutes ago, handsome."

Andy takes a bite of his bagel, looking up at you through those goddamn long eyelashes as his mouth moves to chew the food and those fucking pink lips making you stare at him like a horny teenager.

"You've got to stop staring at me like that, sweetheart." He warns, but the glint in his eyes is telling you that he really doesn't mind you staring him up like that.

Your brows raised immediately in defence. "Like what?"

You tried your best to fight the grin fighting its way to form on your lips. But Andy is a goddamn lawyer, after all. He knows his shit and he knows that you're just being a tease.

He huffs, brow arched as he looks at you. "Like you wanna eat me." He replies shortly, lips curling into a smirk. "Cause I was planning to take this slow after 2 whole years. And you aren't helping."

You hum, picking your cup up and taking a sip from it, hiding the grin forming on your lips behind the cup. "You can still wine and dine me if you wanna." You set the cup down and lean forward, head tilted to one side with your head resting in your palm. "But y'know, I'm pretty impatient."

Andy laughs, backing away from you and resting back against his seat. "Guess it's good that I've got enough patience for both of us, huh?"

You laugh at his words. "We'll see, Mr Barber."

He takes your words as an invite to ask you out. "Dinner tonight? My place."

You playfully rolls your eyes, ignoring the little flutter in your heart. "Who's impatient now?"

"It's a yes or no question, sweetheart."

"Still that cute little loft?"

"I'll text you my new address later."

You couldn't fight the grin forming on your lips. "It's a date."

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He was at the grocery store when he pulled out his phone and goes to your contact to shoot you a text. It has always been there, saved and never deleted. He didn't want to get rid of the hope that he might have you back.

Andy: 242 Warren St [sent 3.24pm]

Andy: See you tonight, sweetheart. [sent 3.25pm]

You didn't reply so Andy just assumed that you read it. He's looking forward to seeing you again tonight and he's excited.

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It wasn't till you got home that you realised that Andy doesn't have your new number.

LOL I LOVE CLIFFHANGERS.

thanks for reading and uhm come join my taglist if you liked this little chapter? I'm definitely looking forward to writing this one.

do tell me what you think about this, lovelies! i'm kinda excited to see where this goes

-haney

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