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MTIJ | Ch.38 Thankful For Me Because I Hate You

dreams are for people who lack ambition; wishes – for children; but if she has either make it come true or better yet, i will _____________________________________________ “Again?” The simultaneous exclamation echoed through the house bearing two timbres – a light one with a rising octave and a deep one which almost hit the floor. And since I was yet to become a prepubescent boy whose voice was in its early stages of mutation, I should hint the former voice was mine and the latter – my father’s intern’s. I was gaping whereas he’d kept his composure but in the twitch of his brow I could see the shock and further – the stress my parents’ announcement had graced him with. “Again.” My father’s (e/c) orbs rolled in their sockets in mild exasperation at our antics as my mother leisurely grabbed my shoulder and gave it an assuring squeeze. We had little time to process the information we’d been given which was the following – it was almost the last week of November, life had been peaceful

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MTIJ | Ch.38 Thankful For Me Because I Hate You

dreams are for people who lack ambition; wishes – for children; but if she has either make it come true or better yet, i will _____________________________________________ “Again?” The simultaneous exclamation echoed through the house bearing two timbres – a light one with a rising octave and a deep one which almost hit the floor. And since I was yet to become a prepubescent boy whose voice was in its early stages of mutation, I should hint the former voice was mine and the latter – my father’s intern’s. I was gaping whereas he’d kept his composure but in the twitch of his brow I could see the shock and further – the stress my parents’ announcement had graced him with. “Again.” My father’s (e/c) orbs rolled in their sockets in mild exasperation at our antics as my mother leisurely grabbed my shoulder and gave it an assuring squeeze. We had little time to process the information we’d been given which was the following – it was almost the last week of November, life had been peaceful

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MTIJ | Ch.6 It Isn't All About The Embarrassment

The sensation of wanting to do something and not being able to do it because of your pissy nature was angering. I wanted to do something and rub it in the intern’s face because, having prevented a minor mental breakdown of mine or not, he stayed the guy whom I’d have an everlasting quarrel with - a feud so persistent even a nuclear bomb would deal it no damage. It had taken exactly two minutes into our hug for me to regain my composure and go back to being myself, except he knew he’d done something for me and now I couldn’t be a bitch to him. I could, naturally, ignore the unwritten laws on the topic of that and try,

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Chef!Levi x Reader - Gastronomic Whispers

Blurry white spots danced in front of her eyes as she lurched forward, bottle in one hand. Hiccupping, she took another swig, letting the liquid burn her throat as it made its way into her body. As her head jerked back, she felt the stares of bypassing strangers as they took in her intoxicated form. Some of the men whistled, their lecherous eyes raking over her tightfitting blazer, low-cut blouse, and pencil skirt. But a single glare was all it took to make those scum disappear from her sight. Men. She scowled, tilting the bottle further to get the last few drops of low-class alcohol into her system. All those useless, attractive, dispensa

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Notes |Viktor Nikiforov x Reader|

        The cap gave a soft pop as Viktor pulled it off the pen. With a sweet expression, he turned his gaze from you to the paper he had gotten from the living room. You had just finished making yourself a cup of coffee in the kitchen when he had come in, looking devilish and up to something, before slapping the paper on the table.      Viktor’s tongue poked out from between his lips as he scribbled on the paper. You watched as his hands moved beautifully through each line, giving each word a small flourish before dotting his I’s and crossing his T’s to form whatever he was writing until he was done.      With a grin, h

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