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crljhnn · 1 year

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Math tutor

Pairing: Rodrick Heffley x fem!Reader

Summary: Rodrick is continuously unsuccessful in asking you out, so when he finds out that you are now tutoring his younger brother he decides to use this to his advantage. The only problem, Greg doesn't play along.

No physical description of the reader; No use of y/n

Word count: 2.6k

Warnings: None

>Posted on AO3 as well<

“So that means x equals 9.” The answer comes out more like a question.

You've been tutoring Greg for about three weeks now and he finally, for the first time since starting this school year, seems to understand what is going on during math class.

“Yes, that’s right!”

“Really?”

While Greg wasn’t the first Heffley you ever tutored, he was the first to actually listen to what you said and process your explanations.

A few years ago you were taking the same math class as his older brother Rodrick who, back then, quite literally begged you to give him some tutoring lessons. While you didn’t like the idea of spending extra time at school to teach someone math, him apparently being so desperate for help, tugged at your heartstrings, making you give in.

On top of that, him being kind of cute and your teeny-tiny crush on him helped convince you as well. However, this adoration you harbored for about three months at that point, died about 5 minutes into your session.

He was barely paying attention to what you were saying, focusing more on drumming his pencils on the edge of the desk while humming along, using every breath you took to change the subject, mostly telling you about this little band of his. The straw that broke the camels back was when he dared to ask why you wanted to end the session only 15 minutes in, following it up with a „That was fun, let’s study together again soon!“.

Since you felt rather disrespected by that, you haven’t really spoken to him since. The highest form of communication was a forced smile when he would greet you in the hallway. You don’t have any common classes anymore.

However, your fiasco concerning Rodricks tutoring lessons didn’t stop his mom from asking you to tutor her younger son who, unsurprisingly, was falling behind in math as well. The significant difference this time was, that you were being paid. So even if Greg turned out to be just as uninterested in what you were saying as his older brother, it wouldn’t be a complete waste of time, at least for you.

That’s how you ended up in the local library every Monday and Wednesday for the last few weeks, explaining math to the younger brother of your former crush.

Today was different though. Since the library had to close down for a week, because of renovations, you decided to meet at the Heffleys house instead.

The last thing Rodrick expected, when he went downstairs to raid the fridge for snacks, was finding his crush of 3 years sitting in his living room.

Having his eyes fixed on you, he misses the last step, causing him to stumble, managing in the last second to grasp the railing to stop himself from face-planting. The result was him reaching the end of the stairs with a loud crash.

“You surely know how to make a remarkable entrance.”

“Haha yeah, hi.” He nervously scratches the back of his head “What are you… hah… what are you doing here?” ‘Stay cool Rodrick, you got this!’

“What does it look like? She’s tutoring me dumbass” The oldest Heffley son honestly didn’t even realize his younger brothers presence until he spoke up.

“Ah cool, so uhm good luck?” With another awkward laugh, he turns around and runs back upstairs.

Back in his room, he begins to panic, if he would have known that you were here he would have prepared better. But he’s sure he can still wing it.

First of all, he’s calling the band over for practice, I mean, he has his own band, chicks dig that.

He has it all planned out in his head, he will put on nice clothes, a nice perfume, and maybe even a bit of eyeliner as well, surely you’re into that. Then he’s gonna go downstairs, let his band in, and have a little jamming session with the boys.

Then there are two possible ways how the plan could continue to play out.

Possibility one, you hear his band playing from the living room and are so impressed that you just have to go and get a closer look. After that, he is going to invite you to sit in on practice for a bit longer. At the end of the session mesmerized will be an understatement to describe your state of mind and you won’t even have to think about it twice when he finally asks you out on a date.

The second possible outcome of you hearing him play is that you, while amazed, are still too shy to come up to him, so he will take a little break to get himself something to drink. Like one of those movie cliches, he’s gonna come in all sweaty, taking a sip of water and then emptying the rest of the bottle over his face and body to ‚cool himself down. Women find that hot, right? You definitely won’t be able to take your eyes off of him then.

While he is daydreaming about you drooling over him, he simultaneously digs through his closet, trying to find this one specific band shirt, that he bought after overhearing you gushing about their newest album. At the same time as he finds it, he hears his friends pull up, making him change in record speed while leaving his room to go back downstairs.

“Oh my god thank you for finally changing your shirt, the last one was smelling disgusting after you’ve been wearing it for like two weeks straight.” Greg had picked up on Rodricks crush on his tutor instantly, quickly deciding that using this new information to mess with him is the best form of revenge for the years of torture his brother put him through.

“Ugh shut up.” He turns to you “He’s lying you know. I change my clothes an appropriate amount of times. I actually just got ready for band practice. You remember me telling you about my band right? The boys are gonna be here any minute now.” He tries to be casual by leaning against the railing of the stairs but ends up stumbling instead.

“Yeah, I remember,” You don’t seem too happy about it though “But why do you have your shirt on backwards?”

Rodricks head snaps down. Fuck. Greg giggles. An awkward silence follows.

He's saved by the doorbell ringing, followed by the other Löded Diaper members walking in.

“Hi bro!”

“Yo Rodrick!”

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Why do you have your shirt on backwards?”

This time it’s you who giggles.

Sensing how embarrassed their band founder is, the boys take pity on him and rush him away.

After Rodrick explained his plan to his friends, resulting in him getting hyped up by them, they played for a while. After about 30 minutes he concludes that you won’t make the first move, which brings him to execute plan B of his strategy: to take matters into his own hands.

“You got this man!” He jogs back towards the living room, expecting to find you and his younger brother still studying but instead, he is greeted with Greg sitting in front of the tv playing video games.

“Oh is your tutoring session over already?” He tries to sound unbordered but fails horribly.

“Yeah you know I found it really hard to concentrate with this loud music, so we cut today short.” Greg grins up at the oldest Heffley child.

“Listen up you little shit-” he doesn’t finish his sentence. Maybe he could use Gregs help for his own benefit since you always seem to flee when he tries to make a move. It was the same a few years ago.

He had it all planned out back then as well. First, he was gonna ask you out for a study date, well that didn’t quite work out and it ended up more like a tutoring session. However, the result was that you two were spending some alone time together, so you could say that he roughly reached his initial goal. At least he counted it as a success.

Then Rodrick was going to make you fall for him. And how was he gonna do that? By impressing you of course. And what is the best way to impress a girl? Being in a band! Easy.

Well, that didn’t work out, driving you away even further. So maybe he could use his younger brother to get some inside info on what you like in men and what makes you fall for them.

Rodrick is fast to lay out his new plan to Greg.

“And why would I assist you with that? What is in it for me?” As expected, he is not exactly keen on helping his older brother out. So threatening it is.

“Cause if you don’t, you will regret it.” Greg is about to refuse again when he gets an idea. This would be the perfect way to get revenge on Rodrick. He is just gonna spin around everything you say and make his older brother ruin every chance he's ever had with you.

“Alright fine, I’ll do it.”

—

“Okay spit it out!” You and Greg are seated at your usual table at the library “You haven’t been able to sit still since you got here, what’s wrong?”

“I have a question.” He is not looking at you.

“Okay shoot!”

Greg has been thinking about how to interrogate you about your type without raising suspicions since the day he agreed to help Rodrick. “So there is this girl I kind of like and I wanted to ask you for advice. If a guy would want to go out with you, what would he need to do to stir your interest?”

“Well, every girl is different so-”

“Yeah but what about you?”

That confuses you a bit, but Greg asking you for girl advice was cute enough for you to not overanalyze it further.

“Well me personally, I like sweet and considerate guys,…”

—

“So what did she say?!” Rodrick was waiting for his younger brother at the front door, attacking him with questions as soon as he was close enough to hear.

“Calm down! So first of all she said, that she likes assholes you know, just your typical badboy!”

—

“…you know, the kind of guy who listens to what you have to say and really values your opinion. I want someone who actually hears what I say and shows that he is interested in me as a person...”

—

“She wants someone who is just a natural leader, an alpha, someone who makes decisions for her and shows dominance by interrupting her frequently. Also don’t seem too eager, she said she finds that overwhelming and just too much. Play it cool, act like you don’t care.”

—

“… so that means I also prefer deeper compliments, not just about my looks. Of course, it's nice to be called pretty every once in a while, but there is nothing worse than a guy repeatedly telling you how attractive you are, without ever appreciating anything else about you! Like is that the only thing about me that you like, my looks?…”

—

“She also likes to be complimented about her looks a lot, the more the better. Don’t even bother with any other kinds of compliments. ”

—

“… And lastly, never compliment a woman by putting other women down. The whole ‘Oh you're just not like other girls’ thing is deeply rooted in misogyny. It’s never a flattering compliment when it's only working because you are putting someone else down.”

—

“And lastly, she wants to feel special, you know, the best compliments include a comparison, for example, tell her how she is prettier than other women!”

Rodrick was hastily writing everything down.

“Thank you so much, I owe you!”

“No problem”

—

While you forgot about Gregs weird behavior as soon as you go back to explaining math, you are reminded of it again later, when he asks you to have your next session at his house, without giving an actual reason.

The weirdness reached its peak when he, shortly after you arrived at his house the next week, excused himself to quote ‘Look for, uh… you know,… a thing? That’s in my room’, then went to the bathroom instead, and ‘coincidentally’ as soon as he left his older brother showed up.

“Heyyy what’s up?” Rodrick mentally revises the list he learned by heart last night.

‘Be an asshole’ he kicks your water bottle that was standing next to you, “Oops…”

“Rodrick what the fu-”

‘Show dominance’

“Pick it up!”

“Excuse me? What is wrong wit-”,

‘Act like you don’t care’

“Quit talking like I care about what you have to say, what was your name again?”

“Wh- We both know that you know my name, what the fu-”,

‘Compliment her looks’

“You’re hot!”

And lastly, ‘Make her feel special by comparing her to other women’

“Especially compared to the other girls at school”.

A perfect delivery. He did everything that Greg told him to do. But why did you seem so angry? You looked like you were ready to swing at him.

That’s when he saw it. His shitty little brother was watching the interaction through the slightly opened bathroom door, holding a hand over his mouth to stifle his laughter. When he catches Rodricks eye he slams the door shut.

“I’m gonna kill you!” He is sprinting towards the room his brother is hiding in, banging his fists against the door.

“What the fuck is going on?” You haven’t been so confused in a long time. That’s when it clicked for you too. That’s why Greg was acting so weird, that’s why he asked about YOUR dating preferences specifically. He asked for advice for Rodrick but must have messed with his brother, based on the older ones reaction.

“Rodrick, were you trying to hit on me?” Your voice is heavily laced with disbelief.

The boy stopped his obnoxious assault on the door.

“Did it work?”

You barely hold in your laugh. “Sure.”

“Wait really?”

“No.”

“Oh.”

Your smile is kinder now, finding this side of Rodrick, where he is eager to appeal to you, really endearing. Shit, are your feelings for him coming back? You definitely were completely over your crush before, so how did he so easily wrap you around his finger again?

“I would have never guessed that you out of all people were into me, you know, after the little stunt you pulled a while ago.”

“What do you mean?” Rodrick is confused, when did he do something that made you believe that he wasn’t interested in you?

“Our tutoring session? When you completely disrespected me by not even listening to me after you were the one to ask for help.”

“I was listening to you! It's just hard to concentrate when you are so… you! And your voice is so…” Wow he just has this way with words “And I didn't intend for it to be actually studying when I ask you. I just wanted an excuse to hang out with you, maybe impress you a bit, my band being the impressive part by the way, and then later ask you out on a date.” He scratches the back of his head sheepishly.

“And this little scene that played out just now, I guess that was Gregs doing?”

“Yes, since it didn’t work out the last two times I tried to get you to go out with me, I thought this was the best way to do it.”

Oh, your crush was definitely back, and bigger than ever at that.

“Well you never actually asked me out, maybe that would have been enough.”

“Really?”

“I don’t know, guess you have to ask to find out.”

#rodrick heffley x reader #rodrick x reader #rodrick heffley #fem!reader #diary of a wimpy kid #fluff #oneshot #x reader #reader insert #fanfic #no use of y/n

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lizleeships · 1 year

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C a s u a l I n t i m a c y is my jam, I have no excuse

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Teeny contextual ficlet below the cut:

“Cas, lay off already,” Dean huffs from the motel bed.

He crosses his bruised arms behind his head and tries to force back a wince of pain as he slings a casual grin.

“We’re in one piece, aren’t we?”

The angel seems dangerously ruffled, and Dean really wants to focus on that like the awesome boyfriend he’s learned to be. The thing is though, Cas is stripped down to his boxers and an old black undershirt in preparation for his shower and it’s more distracting than a train crash. A sexy, sexy train crash.

Okay yeah, he’s probably a bit concussed; maybe Cas is right for chewing him out.

“You have to be more careful,” Cas insists, his voice doing that deliciously growly thing it does (which, again: not the time, Winchester), “I’m not what I used to be, and neither are you.”

“Wow, okay-”

“Whether you like it or not, you’re not getting any younger, and I’m not getting any more useful. On most days I barely have enough Grace to heal your razor nicks.”

A pang of irritation surges at that - because Dean is excellent at grooming, thank you- but instead of clapping back, Dean opts for a far more entertaining option. He reels the angel in by the towel ends draped around his shoulders, and plants a kiss right between his severely pinched eyebrows.

“I’ll be more careful, okay?” is his murmured promise, “I swear on my Old Guy honour.”

“That’s not fair,” Cas complains, though he doesn’t move an inch.

“What?”

“You can’t just distract me when I’m trying to make a point. It’s extremely patronizing.”

Dean chuckles and kisses the wrinkles which pleasantly frame Cas’ eyes, then the speckles of grey at his temples.

“Yeah? Does that mean it’s working?”

“Dean, this is serious.”

The consternation on Cas’ face has only mildly ebbed through the affection, so Dean frames his features with his hands, bumps their foreheads together.

“I know, sweetheart. I hear you.”

Cas nods against him as he stands down, shoulders sinking on a deep exhalation.

“Really. I didn’t mean to worry you.”

“Alright.”

“But next time, maybe try making your point when you’re not half-naked, speaking of distractions. That’s playing dirty and you know it.”

Finally, Cas’ grave expression breaks into a grin while Dean pulls him all the way down onto the bed.

“You’re ridiculous; I’m wearing clothes,” Cas objects.

He makes himself at home in Dean’s lap, his fingers trailing absently over warm freckled skin. Dean looks up at him with a smirk.

“Yeah well, we’ll see about that.”

#destiel #destiel fanart #destiel fluff #so cheesy I might choke #hunter husbands #destiel ficlet #forehead kisses #domestiel

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andy-jam-blog · 5 months

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Support the JAM INSTITUTE on Patreon - your support will go towards hiring a better substitute teacher for these poor kids.

#andy jam comix #Andy Jam #Randy Jam #Mandy Jam #Scrumble Jam #Bumble Jam #Sneaky Jam #Smarty Jam #Teeny Jam #Webcomic #Comic Update #Webcomics Update

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rainbowbarnacle · 23 days

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Please make a tea post so I can save it especially the pineapple ice cubes I need more info

Oh, like, different teas I like to make? Okay! :D

🍍Pineapple Tea🍍

The way I do it is really simple:

Buy a giant jug of already-made tea (I like gold peak!)

Buy a carton of pineapple juice

Freeze the juice into cubes, pour a little of it in the tea for extra flavor

And that's it. That's aaaall you gotta do.

There's all kindsa ways you can dress it up, but nine times out of ten I just do this and drink it by the gallon when it's hot out.

If you wanna get fancy with it, feel free to cold brew your own black (or green) tea, add actual hunks of pineapple fruit in there, add some orange juice, add some honey, add some coconut milk or sweetened condensed milk, whatever sounds good! (Also, pairing pineapple tea with coconut cookies? SO GOOD.) Put mint in the pineapple cubes if you like mint! Add a bit of boiled ginger root or some brown sugar and cinnamon for a little kick! Heck, last summer I used blue peaflower star-shaped ice cubes just because they were pretty.

(Peaflower petals don't taste like much, but they make a GORGEOUS blue, and if you put something acidic in there like lemon juice IT TURNS PINK. :D)

🍓Strawberry Tea🍓

I find this stuff sort of difficult to find where I live, so often I go the same route as the pineapple tea: grab a jug of black tea, grab a jug of strawberry juice, (ocean spray has a really nice cran-strawberry one I like) freeze the juice, mix, and enjoy. Super simple.

If I can't find strawberry juice, I dice some strawberries up and put it in a jar with some water and a bit of sugar for a few hours, then add *that* to the tea. (heck, it's really nice all by itself!)

What goes with strawberry? ANY DANG THING YOU WANT. I am particularly fond of lychee. Jasmine tea and rose petals pair really well with it too. Again, if you like mint, it's *really* nice with strawberry. And you know how if you put black pepper on strawberries they taste even strawberrier? (If you haven't tried this, go do it, it's magic.) Same goes with the tea, add some peppercorns or a teeny bit of chili powder or some ginger.

If you wanna drink it hot or cold brew a batch of your own, here are some brands that are also nice:

1. Strawberry Sensation

2. Adagio Strawberry Tea (this is also where I got the peaflower petals)

3. Any of Lupicia's Strawberry Teas they are HEAVENLY

🍏Apple Tea🍏

As with the pineapple and strawberry teas, it's totally fine to just go find some ready-made tea and mix it with some apple cider or apple juice for tasty low spoons fun. If you drink it iced, a bit of sugar and lemon juice brings out the apple flavor nicely!

I prefer drinking this stuff hot though. You know that Fall Drink post that was floating around? IF YOU HAVEN'T YET, TRY IT, IT'S AWESOME.

☕Chai Tea☕

So here's the thing about chai for me personally: I don't tend to drink it iced or sugary, but if you do like it iced and sugary, there are a couple of really nice chai tea concentrates:

Oregon Chai Latte

Tazo's Chai Latte (Forget the "skinny" nonsense, I just wanted to include an option with no milk so you can add whatever you want to it)

Pacific Chai isn't concentrated, but you can use it to make hot or iced chai and it's really lovely, not too sweet and super easy to work with. As for dressing up chai, I don't tend to! There's already so much going on with all the flavors, I just drink it as-is most days. Play with milk-to-tea ratios or sugar amounts all you like, figure out what's your jam.

I do know that mixing chai and coffee together (or chai and chocolate together) is guaranteed to make a feeling groovy kind of morning, at least if you have two thumbs and you're me. Iiii think that's all the tea blather I can think of for right now. Thank you for asking, anon, it was fun! Anybody reading this, feel free to add your own favorite things to do with tea. :D

#domestic blifs #this has been tea blather with rainbowbarnacle #thank you for attending my TEA-d talk

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artist-ellen · 2 months

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Fooduary Day 24: Donut

Okay so a deep fried dough ball technically started in Ancient Rome… but we’ve been there so… we’re jumping ahead from there to to the 1485 recipe for “Gefüllte Krapfen” a German sugar-free, stuffed, fried dough cake. But I got a teeny bit distracted by a portrait from 1535 because I was already off script and I was transfixed by her puffy slashed sleeves that were giving me a lot more donut than… well literally the lollipop design. I tried to use donut bun colors in her dress with lots of powdered sugar and jam filling references.

I am the artist! Do not post without permission & credit! Thank you! Come visit me over on: instagram, tiktok or check out my coloring book available now \ („• ֊ •„) /

https://linktr.ee/ellen.artistic

#donut #1500s fashion #1530s #fooduary #art challenge #historical fashion #ellenart #lnart #character design #digital illustration #historically inspired #fooduary2024

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yanderecookierunkingdom · 3 months

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Six becomes Five

Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4

Contains spoilers for Episode 2 of Beast Yeast!

By the time you arrived back to the group, who were all struggling to process still the whiplash of the past half hour, the changes to the Silver Kingdom already began.

"The Faerie Cookies.." You whispered in horror, gently setting Pure Vanilla Cookie down as you finally shrunk down to your normal size. However, your old outfit stayed. "Shadow Milk Cookie.."

"Reader Cookie, you're one of the old heroes?" White Lily Cookie was the one to speak everything on everyone's mind, looking at you with confusion.

You lowered your head, shameful. "I am, yes. I'm sorry I never told any of you."

"Did you.. not want to come here?" Pure Vanilla Cookied asked, his voice softer than usual. "Is this why you were so hesitant..?"

You hesitated before nodding. "It was. But.. I knew that I couldn't let you guys go here alone."

Elder Faeire Cookie narrowed his eyes the smallest bit. "That is why you seemed so familiar. You've done a good job at hiding who you once were."

"My days as Sparkling Joy Cookie are over," you declared.

"But it has a nice ring.." Gingerbrave muttered as the group began forward.

As you began traversing through the now twisted kingdom, the inhabitants of the Silver Kingdom now jesters and clowns. Doing tricks, and seemingly not noticing anyone. Silverbell Cookie was particularly distraught, but Mercurial Knight Cookie made sure to help him stay focused.

It wasn't long, however, until Pure Vanils Cookie stumbled and placed a hand to his head. "Ah..!!!"

"Pure Vanilla Cookie?!" Your attention snapped to him in and instant, and the group halted. Your hands gently grasped his shoulders.

"Pure Vanilla Cookie... Are you alright...?!" White Lily Cookie gasped.

"I'm... alright.." He assured the both of you, leaning heavily against you. "Just a bit dazed, that's all.."

You hardly believed him, not with how his Soul Jam was pulsing. You eyed it warily, but decided not to say anything for the moment.

"If you're sure." You placed a hand to his back in comfort. He smiled gratefully.

"Well then, let's see.." A familiar voice chortled, and your jam ran cold. "I said hello to Pure Vanilla Cookie... That's one."

"Some Faeries... Two. Some teeny-tiny Cookies... Three."

Your scepter reformed in your hand, and you placed your arm in front of Pure Vanilla Cookie in a protective gesture. The rest of the group all quickly entered defensive positions.

"What's the next number? Six?" You could hear the grin in Shadow Milk Cookie's voice. "Oh! He he he! Seems like there's a special someone missing!"

"NO! Where is he? Where did he go? Aww, I was sure he'd be the first one to greet me when I'm free!"

You hardly paid attention to what was being said next, not even the outburst of Shadow Milk Cookie. You were too focused on figuring out just what your former friend's plan was. He had done something to Pure Vanilla, and you had no doubt about it. He always had an affinity for plays too.

It hit you like a train.

"He's going to put on a play." You spoke, and just as you realized, a giant stage appeared.

"Huh?! A giant stage?!" Gingerbrave gasped.

"What is he planning...?!" White Lily Cookie narrowed her eyes.

"Now...! Once upon a time, there were six amazing Cookies! Truly brilliant!"

Puppets of the Five Beasts and you popped up. While the Five Beasts were silhouettes, yours was completely colored in, with many details.

What stood out was the large and beautiful wings on your back, almost like a butterfly's. Your hair was long and sparkling, trailing off into mist at the ends. Your expression was full of joy, a wide smile on your face. A silver crown was drawn atop on your head, ordained with small gems, the colors of the other Beasts. Around your neck hung your petal-esque Soul Jam, sparkles surrounding it.

"However, there was one Cookie who was truly radiant and loving like no other! Sparkling Joy Cookie!"

The other puppets disappeared as your sole one remained. Rays resembling sunbeams danced around you, as did your puppet danced around.

"Sparkling Joy Cookie was perfect in every way! They loved and they loved like no other, bringing joy to the little common Cookies of the world."

"However.. this love wasn't without its price, no no!"

Your puppet flew down and then came back up. It showed you on your knees, weeping. A large, grand, and quiet frankly scary puppet of a Witch appeared, her hands hovering over you.

"The Witches saw this kindness, and when the other five brilliant Cookies began to have their fun, they turned Sparkling Joy Cookie AGAINST THEIR TRUE LOVED ONES!!"

The outburst only made Gingerbrave's group flinch back, and you had a horrified look on your face.

"Ahem.. Apologies for that! Now, where were we.. Ah, yes!"

The puppets flipped, and their side profiles faced the audience now.

"Sparkling Joy Cookie was very resistant to the Witches' manipulation at first! 'No!' They cried. 'I won't! They've done nothing wrong. They're pure still!' But.."

The puppets changed, showing the Witch covering the puppet's eyes with her hands. "Sparkling Joy Cookie was only so strong.. and they fell to the whim of their creators.. aiding in the capture of their friends.."

You softened a bit, hearing how.. somber Shadow Milk Cookie was. As if he was truly saddened.

"And soon after, a tree was planted, and a foolish king rose to power.."

The stage vanished, as did the audience, and your group pressed forward.

"Reader Cookie, was what he said true?" Silverbell Cookie asked, his voice soft as he shot away some advancing puppets.

"Partly." You narrowed your eyes. "I was friends with them, once upon a time. I did help the Witches imprison them, but.. it was of my own will."

A new stage appeared, and a new puppet appeared, called the Fool-King. It wasn't hard to see how that was meant to represent. You tuned out that part until Gingerbrave asked Pure Vanilla if he was alright.

At his insistence that he was fine, White Lily Cookie shook her head. "Tell us... What did Shadow Milk Cookie tell you earlier...?"

With that, Pure Vanilla Cookie began to appear more frazzled. "He.. disguised himself as the Light of Truth. And spoke to me from the Dark Side of the Moon..."

You froze at that, your heart practically stilling. Shadow Milk Cookie.. could reach Pure Vanilla Cookie. He could try and lie to him.

Don't tell me you're just going to let that happen?

The familiar sound of your voice, if not a little more mature, tsked at you.

Some compassion you are, letting him suffer. Share me with him!

"Wh.. you can't be serious!" You whispered softly, your eyes wide. "That's too dangerous. What if Shadow Milk Cookie tries to corrupt us?"

I'm stronger than that, and so are you. Share me with him.

You bit your bottom lip, and Pure Vanilla Cookie rested a hand on your shoulder. "Reader Cookie?" He asked. "Are you alright-?"

He cut himself off when you spun to look at him and gently grabbed his hands. Your Soul Jam pulsed and a magic whipped out, forming a large bubble around the entire group.

"Huh?! Reader Cookie?!" Wizard Cookie clutched his staff.

Elder Faeire Cookie looked shocked. "This magic.."

You exhaled softly, and you resumed your old appearance once more. However, your wings were now visible, spread wide and grand.

"I have an idea on how to help you," you spoke, voice soft. "My only question is.. do you-"

"Yes." Pure Vanilla Cookie spoke, his voice soft and full of admiration. You blushed intensely. "I trust you, Reader Cookie."

You nodded and closed your eyes. You leaned forward and pressed your forehead against his. "Then stay calm.. and open your heart to me."

Familiar magic, radiant and ever-changing in color, began to swirl around you two. Your Soul Jam was glowing particularly bright. Your wings gently glistened in the light, and your hair grew to the length it once was.

A familiar light form from the magic. It zipped and swirled around, your laughter coming from it.

Oh, what love! What compassion!

With what sounded like a joyful laugh, it zipped over to the duo, spun around them, and then shot towards Pure Vanilla Cookie's Soul Jam.

The magic died down, and you let out an exhale. Then, you began to laugh softly. "That.. that worked! I didn't think it would..!"

"What was that?!" Wizard Cookie shouted, and you blushed sheepishly.

"I'm sure you saw that light.. that was the Light of Compassion in its purest form." You explained. Your form slowly began to shift back to the regular one you used. "It insisted that I share it with Pure Vanilla Cookie."

Said Cookie spared a glance at his Soul Jam, and there was a small petal pattern in the middle.

White Lily Cookie couldn't help a small smile. "It did mention something about love.."

"HAHA WHAT?" You laughed nervously. The barrier around the group fell, and you immediately rushed forward. "C'MON GUYS, LET'S GO GET SHADOW MILK COOKIE!"

Small bits of laughter came from the group, and Pure Vanilla Cookie felt a little lighter as he followed.

Well, hello there! What joy and love you hold in your heart..

The sound of your voice, yet more mature, echoed through his mind. Yet, as if like second nature, Pure Vanilla Cookie knew that it was the Light of Compassion.

Whenever that Shadow Milk Cookie comes back, trying to trick you, focus on me or Sparkling Joy Cookie, Pure Vanilla Cookie. We won't let him lead you astray!

"What you said.." He whispered softly. "About love. Did you mean it?"

Of course. It sounded almost amused. I do believe that you're the only one Sparkling Joy Cookie would show the full extent of their power to.

Pure Vanilla Cookie couldn't help but feel honored.

But, of course, that didn't last long.

Especially not when Elder Faeire Cookie was struck down.

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Besties 3.5 (Story)

This was originally written as a continuation of a story by @wittlesissyb4by called Besties. Check out all their fantastic stories on Tumblr and SubscribeStar.

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Besties 3.5: Meeting Ms. Lyndsey

I couldn't stop myself from laughing when Heather whipped out her phone and was like; “Girl, you need to see the fun I have with my sissy girl." And poor Brandon just started begging like the biggest loser ever, using this super pathetic, sissy voice to try to convince Heather. "Pleeeease, Mommy! Don't do it! Please!" Ugh, it was so pathetic; his face was just full-on tears! I had to roll my eyes and try not to laugh in his sissy face as Heather and I exchanged a look of amusement and disgust.

"Oh, honey, Daddy definitely had a good time with Sissy Brandi, didn’t he?” Heather teased as we were dying laughing, and poor Brandi was sobbing still like a little baby. I didn’t feel bad for the little loser, though; I mean, he totally deserved it for being such a beta. "Come on, let's show Ms. Lyndsey how Daddy likes to play with his sissies! She wants to see it, Brandi! I promise she won’t laugh too much! So, stop being such a cry baby," she winked, shoving the penis pacifier back into Brandi’s mouth.

It was grainy; at first, I could only make out two dark figures on a bed. Then a light came on, and I could see Brandon all dressed up like some sort of frilly doll. He was dressed in an absolutely ridiculous pink ruffled dress with his hands cuffed together and his diaper around his ankles. Humiliating, but totally deserved for someone as pathetic as him. And then this video zooms in on his teeny-weeny little cock, all locked up in that cute pink chastity cage. I can't even. It's too good.

Connor, that stud that he is, was towering over that pathetic sissy, holding Brandon’s legs up in the air and spanking his bare ass! "I asked you a question, you little cucky bitch! Tell me who you belong to, you worthless loser!" Connor was yelling between spanks. Heather was standing behind the camera, laughing her ass off, while Connor continued to dish out the punishment. "You better answer him, Brandi,” she warned with a giggle. “Tell Daddy who owns your worthless ass."

Brandon finally managed to whimper out the words in his pathetic baby voice. "I… I belong to Mommy and to you, Daddy Connor! Please stop spanking me, pretty please!"

Connor laughed and swiftly undid his pants, taking the familiar pacifier pinned to Brandon's dress and jamming it between the sissy's quivering lips. "Uh-oh..." Heather laughed again, filled with bitchy amusement. "It looks like someone really managed to piss off Daddy."

Brandi squirmed, but Connor quickly flipped him onto his stomach, pulling him up to his knees by the sissy ponytail in his hair. Brandi whimpered behind his gag and tried like a helpless sissy to crawl away, but Connor just spanked his ass again. “Hold still for ‘Daddy’ Connor boomed, flipping Brandi onto his stomach. Firmly grasping the sissy's hair, Connor pulled Brandi up to his knees. “Just tease him with it, babe,” Heather laughed. “She’s so excited to be a good sissy slut for her Daddy!”

Heather kept directing; she was obviously really into this! “Really make her beg for it! That little slut LOVES being choked!" Connor grabbed ahold of Brandon's throat and commanded his hips to move back. "Look at that slut swaying her hips! Whooo!" Heather laughed at poor Brandon, whose eyes were tightly shut, tears streaming down now. “Aww, what’s wrong, sissy? You don’t like it when Daddy works those sissy hips? Twerk for Daddy Brandi! Be a good girl,” Heather encouraged.

Heather entered the camera frame as she ran over to the simpering, suffering Brandi. She never stopped filming as she started to spank Brandon. "Come on, Brandi," she ordered, her camera zooming in on Brandon's face, "beg him. Beg him for it like a good girl." The sight of Brandon was absolutely ridiculous, with his smeared lipstick and raccoon eyes from the running mascara. His blubbering made him look like the pathetic little baby he was dressed as.

Heather was sounding totally wicked, and I couldn't get enough of it. I loved this new, bitchy side of her. She lectured her trapped boyfriend like a disappointed mother. "Stop being such a squirmy sissy," she scolded. "Daddy loves Mommy very much, and he'll do anything I ask." She was stroking Brandon’s cheeks like she was trying to soothe him! "I think it's important for you to understand why I chose a real man like Connor instead of a pathetic sissy like you. I really think Daddy Connor is doing both of us a favor." I couldn't believe what I was hearing as I looked up at Heather. "There's no way he's going to..." She just laughed. “I’m telling you, girl, I fucking own Brandi now! Watch, this is the good part!”

I watched as Heather very enthusiastically began stroking Connor’s cock, getting him ready. “Ask Daddy very politely to fuck your bum bum,” she leaned in, talking almost directly in Brandon’s ear; “and thank him afterward, of course!”

"P...p...p..." *sob*... "Oh my God, Connor, I'm so sorry, man, please..." Brandon broke down in another temper tantrum as he struggled to get the pacifier out of his mouth. But before he could say another word, Heather intervened and took control, slapping Brandon across the face and grabbing his chin. "YOU DO NOT SPEAK TO DADDY LIKE THAT!" She hit him again, this time with even more force. “NOW ASK HIM TO FUCK YOU and do it into the camera in your sweetest fucking sissy voice!” Heather composed herself and zoomed in, perfectly framing Brandon's face. “P…p…pwease Daddy, pwease fuck me so good!!” Brandon begged, as convincingly as possible, through tears.

Connor flashed a cocky grin and thrust into the sissy with a smug look of satisfaction. He started with just the tip of his cock, teasing Brandon before gradually inching it deeper and deeper. “Shhh,” Heather winked before shoving the pacifier gag back into Brandon's mouth roughly and securing it with a strap around his head. “Mmmmph…mppph!” Poor Brandi begged.

"Well, well, it looks like someone's a tight little slut.” Heather laughed before standing up and making a show of letting some spit drip down Brandon's ass. "Since you’re such a naughty little girl, that’s all the lube you get!” She playfully turned to Connor, giving him a sly wink. "Oh, honey, don't go easy on her just because it's her first time. Trust me, she's going to beg for more eventually.”

Just as Brandon was forced into an uncomfortable rhythm, Connor pulled and slapped him hard on the ass. “Faster bitch!” Brandon squealed as Connor pulled out and thrust deeper into him. Heather was loving every minute of it. “That’s it, baby! Make sure our lucky girl feels every inch!” I was almost jealous of Heather; Connor really looked like he knew what he was doing! Poor Brandon, though, wasn't quite prepared for what Connor could do! The smaller sissy was completely at the mercy of such an alpha, and Connor was definitely taking advantage of that. He was practically lifting Brandon up by the hips, slamming the powerless sissy back down. "Wow, he’s fucking him like a porn star!” I giggled as I watched.

I watched Heather take her seat on the bed, looking like a total boss bitch. She grabbed her sissy’s chin, her nails digging into his skin, and made him look at her. "Fuck, this is hot.” With a smug smirk, she cheered Connor on over Brandon’s pleas for mercy: "Treat her like a dirty slut baby! Look! Our sissy girl is loving feeling her Daddy fucking her!” She squeezed Brandon’s tear-stained face into a fake smile around the paci. “Show Sissy Brandi what a real man can do, make sure that pathetic loser knows why I chose a strong alpha like you."

Connor must have been into the dirty talk. "Fuck, I'm close," he moaned. Heather faked a gasp and grabbed a hold of Brandi’s ponytail. "Oooh, did you hear that, Sissy? I think Daddy needs a little more to work with, don't you?" I laughed out loud watching Heather start tickling Brandon! He was laughing so hard that he choked on his cock paci and she was tickling him so much that poor sissy's hips started to slam onto Connor’s cock!

"Good girl!" Heather cooed and giggled. "You don't want to be a dead fish, do you?" Connor grunted as he pushed Brandon further and further into the bed with each thrust. "Fuck…fuck, oh shit," Connor moaned. "Uh-oh, Daddy likes it when you move like that, huh?" Heather teased, sticking her tongue out at Brandon and digging her nails deeper into his sides and armpits. Connor was grunting louder and louder while Sissy Brandi struggled to remain silent as more tears streamed down his face.

"Aww, sissy!” Heather squealed. "You're just drooling at the thought of making Daddy Connor cum, aren't ya, sweetie? I know you just love taking all that real man jizz like the good little slut that you are, don’tcha?" Heather cooed. I was blown away as I watched Connor pull out of Brandon, leaving the poor sissy to collapse on the bed, looking like he had just run a marathon. The video paused. “That’s what 9 inches looks like girl,” Heather whispered with a laugh as she saw my shocked face expression. “He’s so good, I fucking love it! Watch though; it’s almost over.

I couldn't look away from the screen as Heather grabbed Brandon's hair, pulling him towards the edge of the bed. "Come on, Sissy, it's not over yet!" she purred while pulling Brandi down beside her to kneel in front of Connor. She eagerly tugged on Conner‘s cock; she was bringing him closer and closer to the edge. “Almost there, baby,” Connor grunted. With a smile, Heather stepped back and gestured for Brandon to take over. "Make Daddy cum like the good little submissive slut you are," she laughed, removing the sissy’s pacifier gag.

“Show him how you enjoyed him popping your sissy cherry! Sissy Brandi’s hand moved mechanically; he was exhausted and broken. Heather slapped him across the back of the head. "Do it with feeling, slut! Like those gross porn stars you used to watch until I locked your cock up! Give it a little sissy kiss too.”

Brandon hesitated as he lowered his head towards Connor's groin; he was totally grossed out by the thought of tasting his own ass. But before he could back out, Heather shoved his head all the way down to Connor's balls. “No, no, no sissy cum breath,” she chided him with a laugh. “Get down there!” Poor Brandon was drooling and gagging like a champ!

“Get a move on, Brandi!" Heather barked, yanking him by the hair and guiding him forcefully. "Work that shaft up and down; we ain't got all day, princess!" She let go of his hair, but not before giving him a slap on the back of the head. "Now, be a good little Daddy's girl and finish the job!"

I loved watching Brandon be so thoroughly humiliated, but I think Heather was living for it. I watched as she gripped the back of Brandon's neck and forced him to stay in place, his face just inches away from Connor's massive cock. "Don't just stand there, sissy," Heather sneered. "Beg for it, beg for Daddy’s cum on your face!

“P…please cum on my face…d…daddy…” Brandon pathetically begged, giving up his dignity. And with a triumphant sigh, Connor granted his wish, dumping his load on Brandon's face. “Good sissy slut,” Connor laughed, pushing Brandon over. “We do own you now.”

Heather couldn't help but smirk with satisfaction as she put her phone aside. “Nothing but a little sissy bitch now, huh?” She turned with a smile. "Well, I think it's safe to say that Brandon is no longer the biggest bully in town." I laughed, shaking my head in amusement. "He’s definitely been brought down a peg or two.”

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