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bi-rising · 3 years

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so this week's subject of discourse on my side of twitter is pronouns and i'd like to ask your thoughts on them? personally i think "pronouns aren't tied to gender" is bs. pronouns only exist to replace one's name not to make conversation repetitive so of course they SHOULD specify the gender. so we know who we're talking about!! which makes the "she/they" "he/they" "all pronouns" thing ridiculous to me. like how am i supposed to know we're talking about one (1) person and not multiple? it defeats the point of pronouns...

btw i also find the "they" for nb ppl frustrating bc in spanish our "they" is gendered. like we have él/ellos (masculine he/they), ella/ellas (femenine she/they) AND in what we call "inclusive language" we've created a new non-gendered pronoun in both singular and plural (elle/elles) which i love. ik some languages don't even use pronouns but coming from a language that does, it irks me that in english it's like halfway there yk? like english language if you're gonna have pronouns do it well lol

ahh, the infamous pronoun debate!

in short: yes. pronouns are inherently gendered.

it makes no sense to use a pronoun that doesn't tie to your gender identity, and you shouldn't be using conflicting pronouns (ie he/him lesbian or she/her gay man) bc the whole point of pronouns is to make communications easier. i also have a very hard time with mixed pronouns, bc if you switch between pronouns, it makes it absolutely incoherent of who you're speaking about. and that's not even touching on the subject of neurodivergent brains that find it hard to follow a conversation in normal circumstances.

as for the they/them issue, while i still find it incredibly difficult to use it as someone who is 1) neurodivergent and 2) been paying attention to how english works since 4th grade when i decided i wanted to eventually publish a book, i would rather have they/them for nb's and gender neutral issues than any set of neopronouns (or even the old ones like thon or whatever). but that's also from a native english speaker, where that's what i'm used to, and so it just makes the most sense for me. plus, to me, allowing neopronouns in for any reason is too much of a slippery slope into like, emoji neopronouns n shit that we've got going on online already.

on a bit more of a selfish note, i also hate mixed pronouns bc you use pronouns when you're talking about someone, not to someone. so mixed pronouns--especially the people that demand that you constantly flip between them--are asking others to view them as so special as to make the world harder for neurodivergent people, both the one talking and the one listening, with that person gone. it's frustrating and it's annoying and it's extremely confusing.

again, as a native english speaker that doesn't speak spanish, i think it's pretty cool that y'all have a non-gendered they/them (if i'm understanding what you're saying right!! if not i v much apologize)!! that's awesome for you guys and i hope that's going well :)

but yeah, pronouns are inherently gendered, so i agree that he/they, she/they, he/her, and she/he/they are generally pretty terrible for a multitude of reasons. i'll cling to my they/them just for sanity's sake (and bc yuck to neopronouns) but i can definitely understand why you would be frustrated with english not having an equivalent to spanish.

#also hello i'm v tired today after a night of bad sleep so #if some of this didn't come out right #pls assume it's all in good faith!!#i'm always happy to engage in polite discussion :3 #i once tried to read a book my brother had that used xe/xem bc the character was an alien #with different sexes than male/female #and boy howdy #i could not understand a WORD that book said #every time i came to those pronouns i had to disengage from the story #to remind myself what those meant #surprising no one i did not finish that book #sorry for rambling in the tags but like #if u follow me n u thought i wouldn't then you haven't been paying attention /lh

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sohcah-toa · 3 years

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if- IF you're feeling up to it- can i please get some just aggresive childe smut 😭 pls ive haven't seen any like aggresive smut in a while and i want some plus its just been a shit day 🙏

also ur work is so good, if u haven't heard me say it enough 💖🦋

of course! thank u so much for the support 💞 and i hope you have great days ahead 🤗 im here if u need to talk!

Chance | toa

"Childe, y/n" Zhongli greeted the both of you, he was one of your best friends "How are you both?" Zhongli hasn't seen you both ever since you got married with Childe. The host of the event finished talking, letting you converse with each other.

"Fi—ne" Childe answered with a grunt, Zhongli didn't mind since he was always the weird one. It was normal. The truth was your were fondling Childe's balls from underneath the table.

"Weird as usual" Scaramouche snorted as he took a sip of water

You've been seducing and touching Childe this whole time, making him go crazy with just a few touches. Seducing him when no one's looking.

Childe was extremely embarrassed but at the same time turned on. He didn't know how to act in front of your friends. You both were at a college reunion in your old school.

"Stop" Childe mouthed you, anymore and he wouldn't be able to control himself.

You just giggled. Everybody was paying attention on the stage, Xinyan was now performing. Beidou laughed at Ningguang while she starts destroying the stage. Beidou has gotten Ningguang extremely drunk and this is the outcome.

Childe started to rub your thighs, feeling himself lose control. He leaned in to whisper in your ear "I'll fuck your brains out if I ever get the chance tonight"

He kissed you softly, leaving you wanting more before pulling back. You start to stroke his dick, you observed him and you just know he was feeling so good.

You started to unzip his pants, he glared at you begging you don't. But you didn't stop, you started stroking it. Luckily, you were sitting at the very back, nobody can see you.

"Fuck!" Childe accidentally blurted out, you immediately stop because some people turned to look at your table "I-I uh hurt my hand! Let's go my wonderful darling spouse!" he zipped his pants before standing up, grabbing your hand then walked away. He pulled you, you have no idea where he was going but you followed him. To be fair, he didn't exactly know where to go either, he just knows that he wanted to be alone with you.

After a turn, he immediately pushed you on the wall then started kissing you roughly, he loosened his tie. He groped and played with your chest while kissing you roughly, inserting his tongue "I told you don't try me"

You whimpered from under him, you hugged his waists, your other leg embracing it so you could feel his erect dick on your crotch "F-fuck I thought we'd never leave there"

He started licking your neck, sucking it and kissing it from time to time. He was breathing heavily, basically trying to inhale you. You start rubbing on his dick and his grunts went rougher. He grinded on you while you still both have your clothes on.

"Shit" He muttered from under his breath. He turned to look up and read 'infirmary', he thought nobody would be there at this time of the night.

He immediately grabbed your hand and pulled you in, not even bothering the lock the door. He quickly pinned you on the wall, carried both your legs and started dry humping you while kissing.

"You're so wild today" You whispered with a giggle, hugging and kissing his neck.

"You made me this way" he whispered back, breathing heavily "Fuck I can't take it anymore" he let you down and took your clothes off, everything. You were hungry for him too so you took his clothes off.

After a ton of clothes being thrown everywhere, he carried you bridal style and tossed you on the hospital bed "Fuck me, Childe" you called each other darling but when fucking, he prefers you to call him with his name.

"I'll fuck you alright" He quickly started to position himself from above you, not even bothering to prep you up. He was that hungry.

You moaned loudly as you grip the sheets from beside you, you feel him deep inside your hole "Childe!" you moaned, you know he likes it when you call his name. His dick moved in and out of you, he leaned in to suck your nipples and play with it. You stroke his hair, feeling it tickle on your chest.

"Fuck, you're a fucking slut, you know that?" He grunted, he knows you like it when he treats you like that. He then flipped you on all fours, he spanked your ass, earning a scream "Slut!" he kept on spanking you as he thrusts deeper and faster.

You were breathing heavily, moaning and holding on to the metal as he thrusts deep inside of you "C-Childe! You feel so fucking good! Fuck — me!"

His grunts were uncontrollable, your skin reddening from his tight grip on your ass, just so he could go deeper. You feel him balls deep inside you. He liked fucking you in doggy style, watching your back arch with every thrust he makes. Hearing your moans and sweet screams. He leaned in forward to whisper to you "Is this what you wanted?" he whispered, reaching for your chest, slapping your nipples.

"Y-Yes" You moaned, you were salivating, you've been craving for his cock for the past hour "Make me cum please darling"

He spanked your ass again as he leaned back, watching his own erect cock go in and out of your whole "What did you call me?"

"C-Childe — please make me cum" You whined, you move your hips from time to time so you could match his pace, so he could go deeper. He started to rub your genitalia from behind. You screamed and squirmed all around "Shit shit shit"

You hear him grunt "C-Cum with me, cum in my dick" he was going as fast as he can that the bed started creaking. The way your skins collide with one another "Fuck I'm going to breed you"

All the different sounds echoed in the infirmary, especially your loud moans that's begging Childe to go faster and deeper inside you.

"I'm cumming! C-Childe c-cumming" You muttered, your legs trembled as you let yourself climax, you on the bed but this doesn't stop Childe from thrusting inside you.

He focused on his thrusts and just then you feel something warm inside you, he stayed there for a while, laying on top of your back, breathing heavily into your neck "Fuck, I want more of you' he was caressing your ass.

You were breathing heavily too, you feel that his dick was still erect inside you. You know this isn't over yet.

;

"They definitely fucked" Scaramouche said to the embarrassed Zhongli "Come on! We're adults now! So what if they fucked?"

"T-They used to do this in college too" Zhongli sighed

— END ☆

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toe-ruoikawa · 3 years

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summer loving- an oikawa x reader smau/classic fanfic ABANDONNED

3. The Diner

(y/n) runs - or, well, bikes - to the miyagi prefecture during summer break to escape her stifling family. while she's out in miyagi, she meets a cute boy named oikawa tooru.

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yeah, you loved suga's mom probably more than your own, but without suga there to actually create a bridge between the two of you, your conversations were dull and awkward, and you had left the house as soon as you thought she wouldn't mind.

for a few hours you had gone around the town, taking pictures of whatever seemed pretty to you. you had taken at least 50 by the time afternoon rolled around. that's kind of your thing; photos.

your camera roll was full of gorgeous landscapes-rolling hills and swaying trees, gigantic buildings and fluffy clouds, delicate flowers and creeping vines. it was a shame that you had lost some of your best shots when you had gotten rid of your old phone, but at least now you have a clean slate to fill all over again.

you're just finishing up a mini shoot of some train tracks when it hits you.

the single most delicious smell in the entire world hits your nose, and you almost black out it's so wonderful. it smells like frying oil and ice cream, and you almost cackle in glee because you had brought money for food and you just found the best place to spend it.

following your nose like a bloodhound, you start to walk past all the cute little buildings that had served as background for your railroad pictures. the smell keeps getting stronger, mixing and dividing into similar, more specific scents, like french fries and fried chicken. you feel your artist heart squeal with excitement as you round the corner on the block and find yourself in front of a cute American-themed diner.

the name of the restaurant is written over the door in fluorescent green lights, and there are similar signs hung in the windows of the diner. as the sky gradually darkens, you can tell that this is your photographer paradise. the booths in the diner are bustling with people who you swear are all smiling, and there's a bar where a few loners and couples sip at their extra thick milkshakes, with the overflow cup on the side. you haven't even set foot in the building and you could bet away your life's savings that the floors are checker tiled.

"ah," you don't even realize you've gone into the diner until the bell at the door jingles above your head, and you just gaze at it in dreamy shock. your feet are pulled to a red leather stool at the counter where you sit and swivel around a few times.

"what can i get to get you started?"

you swear you almost die when you see the outfit the waitress is wearing. the entire retro vibe of the restaurant has your artist heart weeping tears of bliss and the uniforms are just icing on the cake.

you order your favourite flavour of milkshake and a side of fries and then glance at your phone to see what you've missed from suga.

you don't really ever understand most of his vague volleyball tweets. from what you can gather, the team is a bunch of hooligan children that suga babysits, with the help of daichi, who you only know through suga's texts.

seeing as you don't even want to know what watermelon and hills have to do with volleyball camp, your thoughts drift to your other best friend, aki. you had blocked her with your new twitter account so there would be no chance of her stumbling across it, but you couldn't help but feel a wave of guilt as you look at her account. she's probably the closest thing you have to a sister, which is why you had to leave her behind, too.

sisters are lovely but they're also snitches.

you put your phone face down as the waitress from earlier reappears, setting down a plastic basket full of fries and a milkshake, as well as a large metal cup filled with refill milkshake. ah, the glory of retro american diners. you're about to dig in when the bell rings and you hear laughter from someone your age.

the idea that it could be someone that recognizes you jumps into your head and you spin around in your swivel stool so quickly that you almost launch yourself off of it. in your commotion your eyes lock onto the warmest brown eyes you’ve seen in your entire life and you swear time slows.

they belong to a cute brunette, who has come to the diner with a group of friends. he is quick to look away, playing it off like he had been glancing around the restaurant. he waves to the waitress, who smiles bashfully, and follows his friends to a booth table that you know by the way they are drawn to it is undeniable their booth.

the boy with the warm eyes does another sweep over the diner as his group settles down, and as the chocolate irises linger on you, you realize that you’ve been staring at him the whole time.

flustered and feeling heat rise to your face, you jerk yourself back around in the seat so you’re facing your meal and take a long sip of your milkshake. ignoring the sting in your skull from the sudden cold, you flip your phone around and quickly open your texts.

taking a deep breath and steeling yourself for the embarrassment you’re about to undergo willingly, you turn around in your swivel stool.

much to your bewilderment, the boy is already staring at you.

he waves at you and you freeze for a moment, taking in his dark hair and his huge, intelligent brown eyes that are gazing right back into yours, and then you offer him a small smile and meek wave of your own hand. the lazy smile that had stretched across his face brightens in return.

instead of earlier when he had entered the diner, now the boy seems content to keep eye contact with you, and, with each quickened beat of your heart, you feel yourself becoming more and more comfortable with his gaze in yours.

you almost start to daydream when one of his buddies elbows him, clearly jiving him by the way the other boys are laughing. he turns his attention to them exclaiming something you don’t hear that makes the booth burst out into raucous teenage guffaws.

coming to your senses, you’re certain your face must match the shade of red on the ketchup bottle that you clumsily dump on your fries. you shoot suga a few more texts, stuffing a handful of fries in your mouth to keep yourself from squealing.

the mere idea that this beautiful and pretty boy might even consider to be interested in you has your heart melting in purpley yellow puddles of pure simp essence and your brain turning into honey. you find yourself slurping down the rest of your milkshake in an attempt to beat back the steady blush that burns on the apples of your cheeks and the tips of your ears.

sadly, whenever you turn to look back at the booth the boys are eating in, he never has his attention turned on you. you know there’s a chance that you’re just not catching him at the right moments, but as his laughter continues fills the space throughout the evening, your certainty that your shared gaze was a one time occurrence grows.

eventually, disheartened and a tad embarrassed, you give up on trying to catch the boy’s attention again. you pay for your meal before going to the washroom.

when you return, the group had left. disappointed in yourself, you’re trudging over to the door when you notice a turquoise and white jacket laying in the seat of the booth.

“excuse me, but the group that was sitting here earlier just left, right?” you call out to the waitress that had served both you and the group.

“huh?” the waitress looks up from the table she’s wiping down. “oh, yeah. they’re gone. did matsukawa leave his jacket again?”

“yeah, i guess,” you shrug. an idea pops into your romance driven brain, and for once you don’t wave it away immediately. “if you don’t mind, i could run it out to him. i’m leaving anyways.”

“that’d be a big help, sweetie, thank you!” the waitress graciously accepts your offer and then turns back to the table she’s cleaning.

you’re exiting the diner with a ring of the bell overhead, turquoise and white track jacket in hand with the words ‘aoba johsai’ printed on the back, when you stumble into a wall of warm fabric.

“woah there!” the voice you’ve been tuned to for the past hour replies, and the cute boy’s grabbing your shoulders gently to steady you. you gaze up into the calf’s eyes that you had been so fixated earlier, and they focus back on you for a brief moment, before trailing to the jacket in your arms. “oh, look! you’ve got mattsun’s jacket.”

“oh, yeah, here,” you hand the boy the jacket, only now realizing how much he towers over you in such close proximity. despite how that thought makes your heart race, you jump at the chance to get to know the boy a bit more. “so you’re not matsukawa, then?”

he laughs, not unpolitely, throwing his head back the slightest bit. “no, i’m oikawa tooru.” he fixes you with a sunny smile, like you’ve surprised him in the best way possible, and it’s like you’ve never realized how gorgeous a smile could be.

“(l/n), (y/n),” you grin back. “so oikawa-san, what’re doing here coming back for a jacket that’s not even yours?” on the inside, you’re practically screaming; when did you become so bold?

“well,” his grin turns sheepish. “i meant to ask you for your number earlier but iwa-chan kept breaking my train of thought, so i figured i could try again now.”

“oh, thank god you’re asking,” you let a sigh of relief as you pull out your phone. “i wanted to ask you earlier, too, but i chickened out.”

the two of you exchange phones and enter your numbers in a new contact, while oikawa makes a little joke about your default wallpaper, which you laugh a little too hard at.

“let’s go out sometime this week!” oikawa says as his words of parting, and you hum in agreement, waving goodbye.

once you’re far away enough from oikawa, you check your phone as if making sure the contact is real. you giggle once you realize what he’s put as his name. maybe this summer won't be so bad after all.

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spidey-dood · 5 years

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Guitars and Headaches - Peter Parker x singer!fem!reader

Summary: The one where Peter Parker has a crush on the girl with the voice of an angel.

Warnings: None? Fluff w/ some cringe. Also unedited whoops.

Word Count: 1417

A/N: My first fic!! I’m actually kind of proud of how this turned out?? Like it’s not my best and I absolutely hate how I ended it but?? I don't know I’m just happy that I’m getting into writing again because I haven't had any motivation for sooo long!! Feel free to leave feedback or send in requests!! Also I might do a part 2 for this?? I was going to write more but it felt right to end it there sooo yeah I might make a part two with the rest!!

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The café was buzzing with warm chatter when Peter Parker walked in, Ned and MJ in tow. It was a Friday night and the trio had decided to visit one of the many small cafés of New York, and this one just so happened to be hosting an open mic. The crowd held a modest amount of people, all intently watching the performer on stage -a man with an acoustic guitar singing about some sort of heartbreak. He wasn't there for much longer, though, as he had been nearing the end of his song when the group had walked in, and was now mumbling a few words of thanks before leaving the small stage. One of the baristas, clad in black jeans and a coffee stained t-shirt, approached the microphone as the crowd applauded. He held a notepad in his hand, reading the next person’s name off the paper.

“Our next performer will be y/n!”, he said a little too enthusiastically for ten o’clock on a Friday night. Regardless, the crowd erupted into yet another round of applause as a girl stepped onto the stage, an electric guitar slung around her shoulders by the leather strap. She plugged the guitar into an amp before fiddling with the settings a little bit. A few words of encouragement emitted from the crowd, suggesting that she was a regular performer. The girl stood up, standing in front of the microphone and smiling at the audience. It was now that Peter got a good view of her face, his mouth parting ever so slightly at the sight of her.

Her eyes sparkled under the café lights, holding such joy and passion that made butterflies erupt in his stomach. Her hair sat in soft waves, draping over her shoulders, and she wore a little red dress with buttons down the centre that twirled around her legs when she moved. Peter thought she was absolutely captivating, however he was dragged out of his trance when MJ released an amused snort.

“Maybe you should take a picture, Parker. It’d sure last longer”, she remarked, causing a blush to rise to his cheeks.

“What? I wasn't staring”, he said, eyebrows knotting together. He knew it was pointless, though. It was quite obvious that he’d been staring and MJ had caught him.

“Uh, yeah dude, you were”, Ned said.

“And it was creepy”, MJ added, only intensifying Peter’s embarrassment. It quickly faded though when the girl began to sing, bringing to Peter‘s attention that he hadn't heard her introduce herself since he was too busy being embarrassed by his friends. He watched as she began to strum the guitar, playing fluid chords that complimented her voice perfectly. Her voice was warm and smooth, hitting every note flawlessly. Peter noticed that her face was very animated when she sang -her eyebrows raising when she hit high notes, and furrowing when she sang low. Her boot clad feet tapped to the rhythm of the song, syncing with Peter’s increased heartrate. The song ended all too soon, and the girl was taking a brief bow before walking off stage.

“Wow”, MJ said, “she was-”

“-amazing”, Peter interrupted, his voice coming out as more of a sigh. MJ glared at him for interrupting her, however nodded her head in agreement.

“You're still a creep for staring though”, she said, “I’m going to get a drink -you want anything?”

Peter shook his head, his mind still clouded with the girl. Ned, however, nodded eagerly and followed MJ to the counter, leaving Peter on his own. Realising how awkward he looked standing on his own, he sat at a nearby bench which faced the window. He took out his phone and scrolled though his Instagram, trying to look more casual and yet still managing to look incredibly awkward. It didn't help when someone walked past and an unknown object collided with the back of his head. Whatever it was, it hurt. Peter held the back of his head as he hissed in pain.

“Oh my gosh, I am so sorry”, a feminine voice sputtered, grabbing Peter’s attention. It was the girl from before, “I wasn't paying attention and I had my guitar on my back and I forgot that it sticks out a lot and -is your head okay?”

A blush spread across her cheeks from her excessive talking -she did that a lot, especially when she was nervous. Peter gave her a small smile, ignoring the light throbbing pain in his head.

“Don't worry about it”, he said, “I’m fine.”

She let out a relieved sigh, before taking a seat next to him at the bench. She still had her guitar on her back and was careful not to hit anyone else with it as she pulled herself up on the stool. Unbeknownst to Peter, Ned and MJ had been watching the encounter from another table, choosing not to interrupt the pair.

“I’m y/n”, the girl smiled, holding out her hand for Peter to shake. He gently took it, trying not to think about how soft her palm was.

“Peter”, he replied, “I, uh, watched you sing before -you’re really good.”

“Thanks”, she said, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. She had always been shy about receiving compliments, especially when they were coming from a cute boy, and this boy she thought was very cute. She had a thing for brown eyes, and his were making her stomach flip. Not to mention the little curl of hair that fell onto his forehead, which she thought was adorable.

“Um, do you sing here often?”, he asked, wanting desperately to make conversation so she wouldn't leave.

“Almost every Friday night”, she nodded, “my dad’s the owner so I convinced him to start hosting open mics every week, it helped me get over my stage fright, y’know, since there aren't that many people here -or at least, there weren't many when I started.”

Peter hung onto her every word -her voice sounded beautiful even when she was merely talking. He couldn't believe that a girl like her had ever suffered from stage fright -especially after seeing how natural she looked on stage.

“Well that's good, because y’know, you’re really good”, he exhaled, his mind too occupied by her to speak properly.

“You said that already”, she laughed, “but thanks, do you have any hobbies?”

Peter blushed in embarrassment, “uh, y-yeah, I like, um, science.”

“Impressive”, she said, “I’m terrible at science, I’m like, last in my class.”

“I could help you”, he blurted, a little too eagerly, “I m-mean, if you wanted.”

Oh god, he thought, she’s going to think you’re a weirdo!

“Actually, yeah, that’d be great”, she replied, trying not to laugh at the nervous boy.

“Really?”, he said, his voice failing to hide his excitement, “I mean, um, we could do dinner if you wanted?”

“Where you would teach me science?”, she asked, amused. Peter blushed again, mentally scolding himself for being an idiot.

“U-uh, or just as a date”, he mumbled, figuring he had nothing left to lose. This brought a blush to her face, and she fiddled with the ends of her hair.

Please say yes, he mentally prayed, not wanting to be rejected even after his hopeless attempt at asking her out.

“Sure”, she smiled, “dinner sounds great.”

He had to take a moment to make sure he’d heard her correctly. Was she really saying yes even after he’d made a complete fool of himself?

“C-cool”, he stuttered, “um, could I maybe get your number?”

She nodded, taking her phone out of her pocket and handing it to him. He did the same as they put their numbers into each other's phones. She added a music emoji next to her name, handing his phone back with a smile.

“I have to go, but I’m looking forward to that date”, she grinned, shifting herself off the stool and walking off, but not before looking over her shoulder and sending him another sweet smile. He didn't even notice his dumbfounded expression as he waved at her retreating figure. MJ and Ned walked over, each of them holding a glass of lemonade.

“Finally”, MJ huffed, “we’d been waiting for you guys for like, twenty minutes!”

“Wait, you were watching us?”, he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, how else were we meant to make sure you got her number?”, Ned replied, causing Peter to glare at him.

“Well, I guess it was worth it, because I got myself a date.”

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