Feb 19
ARE THE PLUSHIES ALIVE?
In a way......
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ARE THE PLUSHIES ALIVE?
In a way......
Help, I'm writing my fic and both Marika with Radagon are going out of my control, how do I stop them (they act like stupid children).
Getting quite suggestive here *eyebrow wiggle*
Matt as Essik: *puts a certain emphasis on the word tutelage*
Laura: *uses her authoritative Vex Voice*
Ashley: *uses Yasha's angry voice*
Me: i'm just a useless gay person minding my own business why do y'all gotta come for my life like that
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So I wrote this thing because of this ask I sent to @directium and I got inspired, It gets kind of a lot naughty, not gonna lie, it got a little out of hand but you can skip that part and just read the rest, so thanks!
Here’s a little sneak peek.
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He hated this, everything about it, that he was was sneaking around, the fact that he lying, doing unspeakable things, but most of all, that he liked it, he really liked it. He liked Kevin, and being with him, and around him, he liked the way Kevin smelled, the way he laughed, how he talked, his voice in general, and his eye’s, despite them being green, they were so dark, also his stubble, it was something he found a little disgusting at first, but now it was something he found addictive and found himself running his hand over it over and over again. Daniel hated that he liked the situation and Kevin so much, but no matter how much he tried to convince himself to turn around and leave and to just stop, he always found himself in front of the small house among other small houses, with a dirty porch and a broken doorbell, knocking with a big smile on his face.
“Comin’!” The woman’s voice yells from the other side, he can hear the sound of running around can be heard before the door opens.
“Hello Mrs. Wilkins, how are you today?” Daniel’s big smile is met with a tired one, the woman had five kids, Kevin was the oldest at seventeen and the youngest was four.
“Oh, Daniel.” She almost seems surprised, she smiles through it. “I’m good,” The sound of children screaming goes off in the background, she shuts her eyes, “how about you?”
“I’m just swell.” Daniel brings his bible to his chest to hold tighter. “I just came for Kevin’s bible teaching.” ‘Lying is a sin Daniel.’ The bible mocks him, he keeps the smile on his face as he feels sweat begin to build.
“Yes, yes, come in.” Mrs. Wilkins pulls him in by his shirt. “You know where to find him.” She says simply before running off to find out where the screaming was coming from.
//I have the feeling that Not Today is gonna be on my mind for a good whole week. Like being a college student gives you the opportunity to just like.... Mind: Homework? Me: NO, NOT TODAY!!! Mind: Gym? Me: NO, NOT TODAY!!! Mind: Socialize in the caf Me: NO, NOT TODAY!!! Mind: life? Me:NO, NO, NO NOT TODAY!!! Friend: Hey you wa- Me: NO NOT TODAY!!! Professor: okay class today- Me: NO NOT TODAY!
A 5k Snupin (Remus and Snape) fic of what they could've been if they had been friends back in their school days.
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