ravioli

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AU in which 10k teases the reader about her height


You stretch up on your toes, fingers wiggling, trying desperately to reach the can of ravioli on the top shelf.
It’s so close, yet so far. You groan, and grab onto the shelf, climbing up. Your fingers brush the metal of the can, and then your shoe slips, and you fall backwards.
You’re about to scream when someone catches you. They help you back on your feet, and you turn to face them.
10k watches you with wide eyes, as if waiting for you to fall again.
“Thank you.” You say, cheeks flushed.
“What were you trying to do?” He asks. You press your lips together, and nod at the can on the top of the shelf.
“One can of ravioli? You almost died for one can of ravioli?”

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A cuddly Z killing tree

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