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When You Wake Up, Will You Walk Out? Chapter 8
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Eddie Munson x Cheerleader!Reader (note: reader is over the age of 18)
WARNINGS: 18+ (minors dni!)
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The Hideaway was as much of a dingy dive bar as you had expected. Your Keds clung to whatever substance coated the floor. A sticky pop accompanied each step you took.
Smoke clouded the air in the bar. The haze it cast combined with the heady feeling of each inhale made you feel as though you were walking in a dream.
Shaking your head to steady yourself, you took in the room around you. The crowd was buzzing with an electric energy, due in no small part to the bartender’s blind eye to the age of the patrons.
You were surprised by just how many teenagers were there. Though you knew the bands were comprised solely of high schoolers, the event wasn’t school-sanctioned and the drinking age was still very much 21.
You supposed the owners didn’t look too closely at IDs and feigned ignorance, but it was almost laughable how young some of the patrons were.
A couple of Eddie’s D&D disciples, kids who were no older than 14 or 15, were huddled together. With the skittish, uncertain looks on their faces, they reminded you of a herd of deer. They didn’t seem to be drinking, though, and so you turned your attention back to the task at hand.
As your eyes roved over the rest of the venue, they landed on the small stage and a doorway beside it. Supposing that was the backstage area for the bands, you made your way there and peaked through.
Suddenly, a meaty hand landed on your shoulder. You whirled around to face one of the largest men you had ever seen.
“Backstage is for bands only.”
“I’m with Corroded Coffin,” you lied immediately.
The bouncer took in your bright cheerleading uniform and gave you a skeptical look.
“I highly doubt that, sweetheart. No groupies until after the show.”
You bristled at being called a “groupie,” but nodded and sulked away.
It was probably for the best, anyway. You didn’t want to disturb Eddie before he had a chance to perform; if things went south, you’d be sabotaging his chances.
You retreated to the front of the bar, away from the small stage.
About to sit down, you paused when the merch table caught your eye. Remembering something Eddie had said the last time you saw him, you dug for your wallet and headed over.
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Eddie tried to keep himself distracted leading up to the concert and failed miserably. It seemed a simple enough goal, but in the end his thoughts always drifted back to you.
During soundcheck he had at least been able to focus on tuning his guitar and warming up his voice, but the current chatter of his bandmates was mere background noise to his misery.
This is fucking pathetic, man, he mentally chastised himself. One of the biggest nights in your music career, and all you can think about is some girl.
But you weren’t just some girl, were you? That was the problem. You were the girl — his girl.
Or at least you should be.
He couldn’t shake the memory of the inscrutable look on your face after Jason kissed you. You seemed surprised, obviously, but beyond that he couldn’t gauge your feelings.
“Eddie, you okay, man?” Jeff asked. He was far more intuitive than most boys his age, and Eddie had trouble hiding his feelings from him.
Waving his friend’s concern away, Eddie smiled reassuringly. “Just a little stage fright, I guess.”
Jeff paused, giving Eddie a skeptical look. The two boys shared a silent understanding; they both knew Eddie wasn’t the type to get stage fright, meaning they both knew Eddie was lying.
Still, Jeff had the grace to leave well enough alone, and so he slowly nodded.
“You got performance anxiety, Munson?” Gareth quipped with a shit-eating grin, unaware of what had passed between his bandmates. Jeff elbowed him sharply, eliciting an involuntary oof. “It was a joke!”
He turned to Eddie with a look of exasperation and repeated himself. “It was a joke. You know that, don’t you, Eddie?”
“You’re a joke,” he replied, chucking his guitar pick at Gareth, who dodged it easily and yelled an irritated, “Hey!”
“Serves you right,” Jeff taunted, laughing for only a second before Gareth rammed into him.
Eddie shared a look of mild amusement with Freak as the boys grappled.
Turning back, he said, “Why don’t you spare my poor nerves and break each other’s arms after the show?”
Gareth shoved Jeff off of him with a grin. “Fine by me. I won anyway.”
“Did not!”
The two made to attack each other again and Eddie groaned internally. He thanked his lucky stars the other bands had already cleared out to the main portion of the bar so no one saw the childish display.
“Boys!” Eddie shouted, clapping loudly to get their attention. “We only have to get through three songs and then you can kick the shit out of each other. Can you behave until then?”
Each muttered a sullen “yes” at the scolding.
“Beautiful!” He hopped up, grinning with genuine excitement for the first time that night. “Let’s rock and roll.”
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“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Battle of the Bands!” the emcee howled into the mic with a grin, eliciting a round of woos from the intoxicated audience. “We’ve got a great line up for you tonight. Before we bring the first band on, I’m gonna explain quickly how voting works…”
You tuned out his voice, taking a sip of your water. The bartender had given you a funny look, surprised by the fact that you weren’t taking advantage of the lax rules like every other teen in the place.
Normally you’d be joining them, but you wanted to stay sharp tonight. You only had one chance to make things right with Eddie, and you didn’t want to squander it by being tipsy during your apology.
“Get ready for one hell of a show! Our first band is from Hawkins. Give it up for Corroded Coffin!”
Your breath caught when your eyes landed on Eddie. It was the first time you had seen him since your confrontation at the high school, and he was… beautiful.
With his wild hair and kohl eyeliner smudged around his eyes, he looked like one of the rock gods he admired. Even as your anxiety churned your stomach, desire filled you at the sight of him.
Barely acknowledging the crowd, the band members nodded to each other before launching into their first song. The bass boomed throughout the already-deafening sounds of the crowd.
You could feel its pulse thundering through your bones and rewriting the rhythm of your heartbeat as Eddie glanced up and met your gaze.
Or so you thought — his eyes slid away seconds later without any sign of recognition.
Camouflaged by the crowd and the shadowy corner your table was in, you realized you were invisible from the stage. You stood up slowly and trailed over behind a few rows of other concert-goers.
Mustering your courage, you started to move forward as Corroded Coffin wrapped up their first song.
Pausing only a moment for applause they went right into the second song, another thrashing headbanger.
Emboldened by the knowledge that Eddie was too enraptured to notice you mid-song, you moved through the crowd until you were only a few feet from the stage.
“How’s everyone doing tonight?” Eddie grinned into the mic as the song ended, barely audible over the roar of the crowd.
Eddie proceeded to introduce his bandmates to the audience, but you could only focus on him. He looked happy. Was that just for show? Or was he truly fine? Were you more broken up about how you left things than he was?
I shouldn’t have come here, you lamented internally, feeling your cheeks burn with shame.
You should have just let him move on with his life. You should have accepted that you fucked things up beyond repair. You should’ve-
“For this last song we’re gonna-”
Eddie’s voice caught in his throat, and this time you knew that his eyes had finally found yours. Meekly, you waved and mouthed hi, watching as his eyes dropped to the shirt you were wearing — the Corroded Coffin shirt you had just purchased from the merch table.
His expression changed infinitesimally, but you couldn’t tell what this new emotion playing across his face was.
“Um,” he started again, clearing his throat and flashing the crowd another grin. “For this last song we’re gonna slow things down a bit.”
His eyes returned once more to you as he gave a soft smile before Corroded Coffin began to play a ballad. It was a song you’d heard him singing to himself before when he thought you weren’t listening.
Eddie’s eyes stayed glued on you as he sang, and the heat in your cheeks shifted from embarrassment to something else entirely.
Time both froze and sped up, and before you knew it the song was over and he was addressing the audience again, thanking them for coming and encouraging them to vote for Corroded Coffin.
With a final glance at you, Eddie waved to the audience and left the stage with his bandmates.
You didn’t hesitate at all before following him backstage.
It took you a little longer to make it back there, as you practically had to fight your way through the rowdy crowd.
You burst unthinkingly through the door, interrupting the ongoing conversation among Corroded Coffin as all four boys turned to look at you.
“Give us a few minutes, guys,” Eddie dismissed them, shooting an irritated look at Gareth as they exited.
When Eddie turned back to face you, his expression turned to weary trepidation. As his eyes fell back on your outfit, though, his face softened.
“You’re wearing our shirt.”
“I wanted to support my favorite band,” you said with a small smile, making him roll his eyes.
“Laying it on a little thick there,” he snorted. “I, uh… I didn’t expect you to come.”
“Yeah, um, I wanted to talk to you.”
The trepidation returned to his eyes, but he pulled up a chair and gestured for you to speak.
“I’m not getting back together with Jason,” you blurted out. The only reaction he showed was a slight raise of his brows.
“Ah. What a shame.”
“Eddie, I don’t want to get back together with Jason.”
“No? Why’s that?” He tried to sound uncaring, but the tremble in his voice betrayed him.
“Because I don’t love Jason.”
You took one hesitant step toward him, and then another.
“I love someone else. But I’m afraid.”
You watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed nervously. “Of what?”
“That it’s too late,” you whispered, forcing your voice not to crack. “That I messed up and he’s done with me. That he- that you don’t want me anymore.”
“I…” he faltered, swallowing harshly. “I’m always gonna want you. But I don’t want to be your backup boyfriend.”
You shook your head harshly at the thought. “No, you’re not- you’re not the backup, not in the slightest.”
Needing him to believe you, you stepped closer and took his hands into your own.
“Eddie, I was too stupid to realize it before but… he’s nothing to me. Not anymore. And you… you’re everything.” Shameful, remorseful tears were falling down your face. “And I’m sorry if I ever made you feel like you were anything less than that because you’re the most wonderful person I know and I… I love you, Eddie.”
He stared at you with wide eyes.
“You… me?” Eddie asked in vulnerable doubt, forgoing the fearful verb entirely.
“I love you,” you repeated forcefully, squeezing his hands for emphasis. “More than I’ve ever loved anyone. More than anything.”
You choked on the last word as you brought your palm to his cheek, gently stroking his face. “So please just- just give me another chance.”
In the silence that followed, you could hear your pulse pounding in your ears. He didn’t say anything for a long time, and your heart sunk as you waited for inevitable rejection.
“Say it again,” he ordered in a low tone, eyes dropping to your lips.
“What?”
“Say it. Again.” His gaze was severe and locked on you.
Licking your lips, you murmured, “I love you, Eddie.”
“Again,” he demanded more desperately, hands coming up to rest on your waist. “Please.”
“I love you,” you repeated yourself, lips forming an uncertain smile at his reaction. “I love you so much.”
He let out a faltering, unbelieving breath but otherwise said nothing. Furrowing your brows, you pulled back a bit to look at him.
“So…” you prompted, trying to keep the apprehension out of your voice. “Do you… will you give me another chance?”
Eddie’s gaze softened with affection. Reaching out, he tugged the edge of your skirt to bring you in closer.
“Y’ever hear that old Isley Brothers song, ‘This Old Heart of Mine’?” Eddie asked.
“What’s that got to do-”
“Wayne used to play it a ton. There’s a line that’s like-”
He paused, glancing at the ceiling as if the lyrics were written there before starting to sing.
“But if you leave me a hundred times, a hundred times I’ll take you back.” His voice cracked on the last few words and you giggled as he grinned bashfully. “Cut me some slack, sweetheart, I was just screaming on stage for 20 minutes.”
“But the point still stands,” he continued as he pulled you against his chest. Reaching out a finger, he tilted your chin up so your eyes met his. “I’m all yours. I’ll always be yours.”
You let out a grateful whimper, surging forward to press your lips against his.
“Thank you,” you whispered between each kiss to his lips, his nose, his cheeks. “Thank you.”
Eddie’s arms wound around your back, crushing you against his chest. Face buried in the crook of his neck, you inhaled deeply and took in that scent that had become home to you.
“Do you wanna go back out there with the guys?” you asked into his shoulder, feeling him shake his head as soon as the words left your mouth.
“In a bit, I just… let’s just stay like this for a while.”
You nodded, pressing a kiss into his neck and finding his hand with your own. Intertwining your fingers with his, you sighed and relaxed into the warmth of his body.
Jason, the jocks, the cheerleaders… They could talk and sneer behind your back, but you found you no longer minded. None of them mattered now.
The only person who mattered now was the boy standing before you, forgiving you and loving you. The boy whose shirt you wore, the boy whose concert you were at, and the boy whose hand you would gladly hold as long as he would let you.
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viltrumitesuperboy · 4 years
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Luck (Peter Parker x Male Villain Reader)
my line breaks wont FUCKING WORK TUMBLR IS TRASH
Luck is a superpower, you can disagree (respectfully) in my asks. I don’t know how to write “villain” villains, especially for the reader, so you’ll notice that I tend to give the villains a motivation for their actions. They’re typically redeemable.
Requested by: anon since requests are open and i like your writing, id thought id request something. perhaps you can do a spidey x villian reader where the reader and peter are dating but dont know about the others alter ego? 
Word count: 2265
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"Peter, where's the black pepper?"
"Top shelf!"
You opened the cabinet looking up at the black pepper just barely out of your reach. Even on your toes, your fingers barely brushed the wooden shelf. Turning quickly to check if Peter was still in his room, you extended your arm just a bit and managed to pluck the little container off of the shelf.
"Are you almost done with lunch? You know we have to go to the city today," Peter said, walking into the kitchen.
He was just pulling his sweater down when you turned to look at him, a smile on both your faces.
"Yeah, just salt and pepper for taste. You know how spices work, right?" you joked.
He laughed and hugged your middle from behind, pulling away to grab the plates from under you and bringing them to the table. He started eating right away, his plate always just a little more filled than yours.
"Even now I'm always surprised because I already eat a lot. I don't know where all of that goes," you commented, gesturing to his body.
"My ass," he mumbled through a bite.
You laughed around your own food as he shrugged. Once you both finished, you did your normal elevator vs. staircase race. You had the staircase this time, and you were alone. So if he didn't see you somehow hop down entire flights of stairs without any injury, all was well. You tried to lean against the wall like you had been waiting for him forever, and laughed when he blew a raspberry in your direction.
"Come on, we gotta catch the train," he urged.
He pulled you along until you got outside, both of you walking side by side to the station. The train ride always felt shorter with him, and he got off a stop or two earlier than you did every time. Even with your own extracurricular activities, you wondered if you would ever get to know what he did. You brushed it from your mind. If he knew what you got up to, he'd be upset. He was a huge supporter of the Avengers and similar "hero" figures, and even worked with and for them. You had to engage in crime just to get by. As you entered the building, you looked at the Avengers Tower a few blocks down. You turned away.
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The sooner you got into your suit, the sooner you could join your companions in robbing the next bank. You knew whoever made the plans would get the most money, so you always planned things before anyone else could think of them. Without it, you wouldn't even be able to pay for groceries. Everyone else had a job, but you were younger and still in school, which made it much more difficult for you and they all understood. Despite the luck you knew you had, life was the one thing that could bring it down.
Just as you all left with bags, you stopped instantly at the sight of Spider-Man leaning against the wall awkwardly, much like you had done earlier that day. You almost laughed, but you had to leave with the money so you kept a straight face.
"So, uh... you guys ever think about the law? It's pretty cool sometimes," he said with an obviously faked confidence.
You pushed the bags towards your team and ushered them to move, swiftly moving towards Spider-Man. He darted to the side as you kicked toward him.
"Missed m- Oof!"
As he tried jumping for the ceiling, you grabbed the back of his suit and yanked him down, thanks to your luck. It left him winded for a few seconds.
"Sorry, dude. Just let me off this once," you said unapologetically.
He groaned as you ran back towards your team, two of them grabbing you into the moving van. The doors shut and you watched Spider-Man through the darkened window, just barely catching a glimpse of your vehicle as it sped away.
"Well, that was fast. Maybe you're right about your luck being a power," one of them snickered.
You hit her with a grumble, turning down to check your phone. A text from Peter said he needed snuggles, and you smiled a bit as you pulled your mask off.
"Is it that kid you're dating again?" she asked, pulling her own off.
"Yeah, drop me off in the area. Leave the money in the usual place and I'll come grab it," you said, beginning to pack your things.
"You got it."
"Thanks."
As you left the van, you waved at them, giving some of them a fist bump as you passed and hopped out of the van.
"I'll figure out our next location."
They waved back and you turned as the van doors shut. You went into the dark alley nearby to change, then walked the few blocks to Peter's apartment. Aunt May greeted you with a hug and a smile, then gestured you Peter who was curled up in a blanket in front of the TV, looking like he stayed up all night despite it only being nine at night.
"What's up?" you asked, sitting next to him and putting your arms around him.
"I feel like garbage and my body hurts," he mumbled into your shoulder.
"Exercising? Did you... fall down the stairs? Stand up after too many hours of playing video games?"
He snorted and pulled away for a bit, wrapping you in the blanket as well. You both laid down, and you took extra care to wrap your arms around his shoulders when he seemed to wince at the movement of his back.
"What exercise did you do?"
"No, I just... I decided to go to the playground with Ned cause there were no more kids there and my internship was done, so I was fooling around and climbing things but I fell on my back."
"Be a bit more careful next time?"
"Okay."
Aunt May was always nice enough to leave you food knowing when you didn't eat. You smiled at her as Peter moved closer to you when you pulled away to eat, and you both laughed fondly at his clingy behaviour. You left a few hours after that to get your money and go home.
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After another afternoon of your antics, you had decided to run around on the rooftops for a bit. On one of the higher ones, you climbed the ladder quietly to find someone pacing on the edge. You almost reached out to tell them to step away when you realised who it was: Spider-Man himself.
"How does he always get away? And he beats me so quickly? It's like he has really good luck. That's so weird. That's not even a superpower, I think. Oh no, what if it is?!"
He paused as there was a response from his phone, and he sighed as if stressed as he yanked off his mask. You quickly covered your mouth in shock. How careless could any identity-hiding person be to pull their mask off when anyone in a building could look up and see him? At least your face was kind of covered. It was just your hood on and that lame mask that just covered the area around your eyes, but it was enough. His face was covered by his phone, but the messy brown hair made you a little sick when it reminded you of your boyfriend. You were only here because of your luck and your criminal actions. He was probably at his internship being a good, upstanding citizen.
"No, that can't be right. I'll check with Mr. Stark. He'll know."
"Hey."
He screeched and yelled a quick bye into his phone, making the horrible mistake of just shoving it in his pocket as he turned to look at you. Without his mask on.
"Put your mask on," you said, knowing it sounded a bit strangled, but you passed it off as just climbing over the small concrete wall that bordered the top of the building. "You should be more careful, you know?"
"You-you're that guy! I keep running into you! Who are you?"
"Well, that's the question everyone wants to know, huh?"
You walked over to him and plopped down next to him as he sat, his hands playing with his phone that was now back out. Peter did that when he was nervous, playing with anything in his hands. Once it was a book and he somehow managed to throw it and leave a small crack in the ceiling when someone scared him from behind.
"Tell me your secrets. What's got you so stressed about me?"
"What are your powers?" he blurted out.
How Peter of him to just ask right away.
"I'm lucky. Just not lucky in the rest of my life. I don't have enough money to pay rent and sometimes it's not even enough to buy groceries. I have to depend on other people and I don't want to do that. So I'm doing the best with what I can."
"Well, M- uh, Tony Stark has all kinds of internships and charities and stuff. I mean, I work with him so I would know. He could help! And he's always willing to help a superpowered person!"
"Spidey, things aren't that easy. I'm a criminal for a living and things like that don't just slide with most of the population. You tell them why you did it and you'll get consequences. My luck is the only thing keeping my team and myself safe."
"You could try! He doesn't judge and he's still friends with Captain America, who's currently a war criminal. Someone who's a thief isn't a huge problem to him."
"I don't take charity," you stated clearly.
"I mean it! He could really help," he replied.
"Peter!"
He paused entirely. Without the sounds of the cars below and the people speaking, it would have been completely silent.
"How... how..."
You pulled off your mask and your hood, giving him a sympathetic smile.
"I don't... take charity. Especially not from my boyfriend. I'll let you feed me once in a while, but that's the most I'll take. I can't do that to you, and I can't do that to your mentor who has definitely figured out my powers and knows who I am."
He was silent as you put the mask in his hand and stood up.
"You can text me whenever you want."
You left him behind on the roof.
Peter texted you the next morning, telling you to meet him at Stark Tower. You instantly knew that he had talked to Tony Stark about it, and both of them would search the entire world for you if you didn't go. Of course, that left you with the only choice of doing what he said. Peter was waiting for you in the lobby right in front of the building's security.
"Hey! Um, just follow me," Peter said quietly, his voice dying out as he turned to walk.
After an awkwardly silent trip in one of the elevators, he brought you to a large laboratory where sparks flew from the corner of the room.
"Mr. Stark! I brought my boyfriend for you to meet," Peter shouted over the noise.
Tony Stark himself sat up from his work to look at the both of you, his goggles now on his head.
"Tell me about yourself," he said, starting to walk towards you.
"You already know enough about me, don't you?" you replied.
He gave you a calculating look as he turned to a desk and pulled up a hologram. It contained information about you and your powers, but mostly your financial assets.
"I don't normally keep tabs on petty thieves, but when I found out how much you were annoying Peter, I had to find out," he said. "Kind of weird to be fighting your boyfriend every other night, huh?"
Peter looked away, his eyes instantly going to your arm. You knew he was fighting a blush, but you were busy hiding your own embarrassment. Tony started to push Peter out of the room, and he grumbled but left regardless.
"I saw his recording from his suit. I know you don't take charity, but I would do anything for Peter. All he wants is to know that you're safe from anyone who could be a threat to him or the people he cares about. How can you be safe if you can't even pay your bills?" Tony lectured. "The least you can do is stay here for a bit until you have enough money to stay at your own place. He already worries about being Spider-Man. He doesn't need to worry about you having nowhere to stay."
You stood for a moment, looking between him and the hologram.
"Fine. But for Peter. And the second I get a well-paying job I'm out of here."
"Well, you could always work here. We have great benefits."
"And work for Tony Stark? No way."
He barked out a laugh and opened the door again, Peter rushing in to grab your hand.
"What did you say?!"
"I said yes. Quit worrying," you laughed, kissing him quickly.
Tony tapped on a few things on the screen before turning to look at you both.
"Your stuff is being moved here within the next one or two days, and I let your landlord know. He's actually kind of cool. Oh, and after we move your stuff here, can we test your powers?" Tony rambled.
"No."
"Great, we'll start tomorrow."
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angelicimagines · 3 years
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hello~ can i request a matchup, please? i'd prefer it from any danganronpa game!
my sun sign is capricorn, moon sagittarius and rising is virgo. my mbti type is intj-t. my pronouns are she/her but im completely fine with any other pronouns that are most comfortable for the person talking to me (does it make sense? i hope it does lol). my love language id say its mostly about acts of service? especially because i get tired/burnt out. on the opposite of that im not a fan of physical touch.. i get really uncomfortable with it.. however if my partner prefers pda then i might step out of my comfort zone from time to time but its still very limited.
about my appearance: i might be something between 5'5 and 5'6. im also very skinny and petite so i look really fragile. even though im considered skinny i wear oversized clothes just to hide myself. i literally wear some jeans and a huge tshirts/hoodies and call it a day. whatever is the most comfy for me. i am not into dressing up, i just want to survive the day. i have short dark red/black wavy hair, blueish/greyish eyes with really visible dark circles underneath them. my skin is also naturally very pale so that makes them even more visible. during summer my freckles on my nose and cheeks appear. i also have couple of tattoos on my arms. i overall am very insecure and unhappy about how i look like so i dont really know my real appearance? i dont look into mirrors so im just trying to be as objective as possible? (im a mess i really struggle with my body image)
im an introvert. plain and simple. i have a really hard time being around new people or generally between a big group of people (which is for me like 5 people in it). its also said that im quite difficult to deal with. im not really keen of making new friends because i simply dont know how and i kind of got use to it so im fine on my own. i may come off as rude which is unintentional. im just reserved quiet and anxious person. however i do have couple of friends so that means im somewhat comfortable around them, that means im not as quiet anymore. still reserved yes, but i definitely joke around a lot lot more. i think im guite funny and when it comes to humor i really prefer dark/morbid humor which happens to be very awkward in situations when someone trips and fall (especially children.. im not bad i just do t like kids) apart of that im actually very loyal, which i think is the best and most important quality to have. im also blunt. if i dont like something ill definitely say it out loud. like i said i have troubles with friendships and my social phobia doesnt help that at all. i just kind of dont understand it. i dont understand this kind of relationship and i dont even know how to maintain it. that just makes me really insecure and anxious and i simply start breaking any connections with my friends, because i just dont want them to expect much from me.. theyll just end up disappointed and annoyed with me but those whore with me for a long time know about these situations so theyre kind of used to it (thankfully). so in return im the most supportive and helpful person i can be. honestly i care much more about people around me than myself. im also (i dare to say) very intelligent and guick-witted so i often feel superior towards others. by that i mean academically intelligent rather than socially obviously. but it doesnt take long and get humbled by my own mind again with a reminder of my inferiority complex.
as for my interests i love sports, ice-hockey, soccer, gymnastics,.. you name it, video games, especially fps games, reading books, drawing (just sketching.. im not good at that but still) and listening to music. you honestly could never see me without earphones.. thats my must-have. i also love animals, especially my parrot. thats my best boy:) honestly couldnt live without him.. hes the best form of therapy
oof i wrote a lot.. if you want to you can ignore this.. but yeah:D im sorry for making it too long.. hopefully im not much of a burden to you.. have a great day~!
Hello! No worries! I hope you're okay with who I picked.
- Mod Toko
I match you romantically with...
Kiyotaka Ishimaru!
He'd get too flustered with physical touch so he's fine with just acts of service!
He encourages you that you are amazing [albeit with a layer of red on his face] to try and boost how you feel about yourself.
He secretly really likes your hair and tattoos- /gen
He tries to get you to be more comfortable with new people, but understands if you're not comfortable and will do pretty much anything he can to get you out of the situation if you wanted.
He questions your humour but isn't fully against it.
He tries to comfort you whenever you're anxious.
He likes that you're interested in sports!
He likes seeing you reading and drawing, makes him happy!
He makes sure you have everything you need to take care of your parrot.
[Mod note: I can't live without my headphones either- but I imagine we listen to very different music]
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smilexcaptainx · 4 years
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Park Incident | Ransom Drysdale
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Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Teen!Reader
Requested: Anonymous
Request: I have a test to study for but this idea popped into my mind and I thought of you immediately. I would love an imagine with Ransom Drysdale with a teen!reader where he’s been given the responsibility to watch over his little cousin (the reader) the two despise each other and constantly bicker at each other. Ransom takes her to a park and she runs away from him, only to run into trouble. Luckily, Ransom is there to save her in time, and soft Ransom shows and the reader teases him. OOF! THANKS ILY
A/N: I love you too and I hope you enjoy!
Warning(s): Language
Word Count: 1.8K
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 This morning contained an abundance amount of time trying to get you to even step foot in the same house as your worst enemy, also known as your cousin, Ransom Drysdale. The two of you never got along ever since you were little, and the more you grew up, the worse it got. Ransom couldn't stand you because of the bratty attitude you always threw his way. He never wanted anything to do with you, and you felt the exact same toward him.
 Your mother thought that having Ransom watch over you while she went out with friends would draw you two closer, but it did the complete opposite. The very moment you entered the house and into the line of sight of Ransom, it was constant insults, offensive comments and humiliation at each other from there. Your mother always claimed that you and Ransom reminded her of her relationship she had with her father.
 Ransom would always take offense at that comment. He hated being mistaken as your father. He was your cousin and even calling you his cousin made him want to gag. He didn't want to be related to you period. Once your mother had left, you locked yourself into a bedroom upstairs and demanded that Ransom shouldn't even come near you. Hours passed and Ransom interrupted your relaxation time in your bedroom with a loud knock and request to go to the park.
 Coming from Ransom though, it was more of a command than a request. You had to admit, you didn't want to spend anytime with Ransom, but a headache was forming from staring at your phone for hours. You tossed your phone to the side and got out of bed. You walked up to your bedroom door and unlocked it. You swung it open and walked straight past Ransom without saying a word.
 Ransom sighed in annoyance and followed you down the stairs, telling you that you had to wear a jacket. You ignored him and continued your way to the door.
"Alright, listen here you little shit, you need to wear your damn jacket!"‌ ransom called out, picking up his speed after you. You placed your hand on the door knob, but Ransom got a hold of your shoulder and spun you around to face him. "You better get your damn jacket or I'm not taking you to the park."
 You knew Ransom wasn't going to leave you alone so you just did as he commanded, obviously with tons of complaints and trash talk regarding him while doing the task. Ransom opened the door once you had your jacket on and you two walked over to his car. Ransom expected you to sit in the passenger seat in the front, but you willingly took the back.
 The park had the sweet aroma of grass, just as you expected. You felt better being outside, you just wished that it wasn't with Ransom. You two walked side by side in complete silence. Ransom sat down at a bench that was nearby and you sat down beside him. Ransom pulled out his phone and started playing a game, as for you, you forgot your phone at the house.
"Why don't you go play in the jungle gym over there?" ransom asked, not even looking up from his phone. "You'll fit right in with those kids."
You rolled your eyes. "Anything to get away from you."
 You stood up and walked over to the jungle gym that held kids five and up. You were definitely the only teenager present. Once you made it to the park, you turned around and saw that your "guardian" wasn't even paying any attention to you. You took that as a sign that he didn't care, and decided to abandon the park and go look for something more exciting.
 Ransom didn't realize how much time had passed until a caller ID appeared on his phone. It was your mother. Ransom swiped answer.
"What?"
"Have you and (Y/N) eaten yet?"
"No." ransom answered in a monotone. "Why?"
"Well, I promised her that you would take her to her favorite fast food restaurant," your mother spoke through the phone. Ransom rolled his baby blue eyes, as if he was supposed to know what it was. "I'm not going to tell you because you're going to have to find out through her."
"Whatever."
"How is the park going for you two?"
"(Y/N) is just playing over at the jungle gym with other random devil children," ransom said, stretching his other arm that wasn't holding the phone. "I'm sure she's having the time of her life over there."
 Ransom stared at the jungle gym packed with crying kids, but the longer he gazed at the park, he didn't see the teenager that he brought with him to the park. Ransom's mouth slowly was gaping as your mother babbled words into Ransom's ear, you weren't there like he said you were.
"Ransom?" your mother's voice asked, pulling him back into reality. "Are you still there?"
"Bye."
 Ransom cut off your mother and slammed his finger on the hang up button. He shoved his phone into his pocket and flew up off his seat.
"(Y/N)!" ransom screamed out, jogging up toward the play area. "(Y/N)!‌ Where are you!"
 The adult ran through the jungle gym of little children, scaring some and making others think he was playing hide and go seek with someone named (Y/N). Ransom's head kept spinning, his eyes intensely searching for you and his mouth screaming your name. You weren't there. You were gone.
"That little shithead!" ransom shouted, ignoring the surprised gasps of the mothers in reaction. "(Y/N), I know you're out there somewhere!‌ I swear when I find you, I'm going to—"
 Ransom immediately fell silent when his ears caught the sound of a group of giggling girls. He snapped his head toward the sound and saw a group of girls surrounding something. He knew it was a long shot, but they seemed to be the only teenagers around, he thought they might know who you were, and if not, he wouldn't stop searching.
 Ransom started a light jog toward them, but his eyes noticed something when he got closer.‌ Through the little space between two girls, there was another girl on the ground, and he knew straightaway who it was. You were the one on the ground, and you seemed to be what the girls were laughing and giggling at. Ransom's blood boiled with anger through his and he picked up his speed.
"P-Please," you whimpered, your body shaking from all the pain coming at you at once. Kick after kick and getting drenched in their spit. You covered your head, hoping they wouldn't get to that part and your eyes were shut tightly. It was hell. "I-I'm s-sorry."
"You should be!" one of the girls spat. "You're just a—"
"Get your damn hands off of (Y/N)!" a familiar voice rang through the air. The kicks stopped, but you still didn't want to uncover yourself. You didn't feel safe yet. "That's my daughter you're beating up."
 Daughter? Could it be? Ransom had finally used that term on purpose? He said it so smoothly, so naturally, it rolled right off his tongue, it was as if he had always wanted to say it.
"Well, your daughter started it." a different voiced girl lied. "She was calling us words that I can't repeat."
"That's the biggest load of shit I've ever heard," ransom retorted sarcastically. "but it's not as big as the piece of shit I'm looking at right now."
"Excuse me?"
"You heard what I said," his eyes scanned all over the group of girls. "you all are pieces of shit. Now leave my daughter alone."
"And why should we do that?"
"Because if you don't," ransom took a step closer to the girl. "I'm going to be giving you and all the rest of your bitches the discipline you all didn't receive growing up."
The blond one of the group chortled. "You touch us and you're going to jail old man."
Ransom smirked. "Who said I was going to touch you?"
 A shriek poured out of the blonde one's mouth as you performed the action of the sweeping your leg at her feet. She fell backward on top of the brunette and it was domino falling from there. As they were all piled on top of each other, balling like a group of babies, you climbed up to your feet and jumped over them over to Ransom. His sly chuckle of amusement erupted from his lips as he ran off with you back to his car.
 Ransom hurried into the drivers seat and while he was buckling up, he saw something he thought would never happen. You got into the passenger seat. Ransom was so in thought, he didn't realize where he was until you looked at him.
"Ransom!"‌ you called out. "GO!"
 Ransom blinked and whipped back forward, shoving his keys into the car. He slammed his foot on the pedal and you both were off. Not even a few minutes passed and you exploded into laughter.
"I can't believe that just happened," you laughed joyfully. "those girls always torment me at school, but now," you smiled. "now they'll fear me knowing that you're my father—" you paused as that word came out of your mouth. "I um, I mean—er, cousin."
"Around them, it's father," ransom assured. "I'm glad that we were able to escape in time though. I‌ didn't want to get attacked with teenage girls mother's shoes," ransom said. "not again."
You chuckled at that memory. "I remember that." A comfortable silence fell in the car, soon being broken by you again. "The thing is, the Ransom I know would have left me to get beat up. Hell, he would have even joined them on beating me up." you thought out loud. "Why save me Ransom?"
"Because you're still my little cousin (Y/N)," ransom answered, his grasp on the steering wheel hardening. "and seeing them do that to you...It sparked something in me I've never felt toward you before."
"Sympathy?"
"No (Y/N)," ransom replied, a small eye roll following after. "the feeling that it hurt me seeing you get hurt. I mean, it physically hurt me."
"Love?"‌
 You knew that word would put silence in the car, and it did, but Ransom soon replied.
"Yes (Y/N)." ransom confessed. "I...I love you okay? I couldn't bear seeing those girls—"
"I love you too Ransom," you said quickly, hoping it was fast enough for him not to understand it. "I'm also sorry for all those days I was a complete asshole to you. I guess I never really thought you liked me, but after that whole situation, it's clear that you do."
 Ransom didn't respond with any words but with a nod. You nodded toward him and then looked out the window. The urge of calling him one more word soon came to mind You slowly turn your head toward Ransom with a mischievous smirk spreading across your lips.
"Father."
"No." ransom scolded, pointing his finger at you. "That is not going to become a thing."
"Whatever you say," you said with a shrug. "Dad."
"Bastard."
"Asshole."
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blobbyclouds · 4 years
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Ok so this is kind of out there but I cant get the image out of my head of a human who runs a smuggling ring for androids? kind of like rose but a bit of a bigger scale, and maybe some of the deviants falling in love with the human who smuggles them out? I've got my eyes on Ralph and Jerry in particular but if you only wanna do one just Ralph is good! Sorry it's a lot hfdudivnueiwn and thank you if you do this one!
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idk why the image is so big oof This is a really good idea, thanks for the request! I did my best to incorporate the second part in, so I hope it turned out like you were hoping
warnings: minor violence
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Ralph clung to their hand with an iron grip. It was almost painful, but they could understand his nerves — one wrong move and both of them would be caught. After all their time spent helping androids cross the border, they weren’t so easily susceptible to stress as others were. Each time was a bit different, but there was a steady routine that they and everyone else followed through to make sure every android crossed the border safely.
But despite their expertise in navigating the border, just one mistake had resulted in them being left behind. The boat was already pulling out of the dock, filled with all the refugees except for them. They were stuck in a dark alleyway, tucked behind a dumpster and a chain link fence.
“Ralph is so sorry.” His voice was barely a whisper. “Ralph didn’t mean for—”
“You’re okay, Ralph,” they said. “You couldn’t control the fact that the police decided to change their patrol routes.” They sighed, rubbing their forehead with the hand Ralph wasn’t clinging to. They were still mentally kicking themselves for not thinking that the police would change their patrol routes eventually, thus cutting them off from the boat just a second too soon. 
“What are we going to do?” he asked. As with most things, Ralph looked to them for guidance. Even from the beginning, Ralph had greatly favored them over the other humans who smuggled androids. 
They chewed on their lip as they weighed their options. “Obviously, the boat isn’t an option,” they said. They patted Ralph’s shoulder as they felt him tense up again. As one of the few people he was comfortable with touching, he relaxed at the motion. “We need to get out of here. There are other ways to get across the border. They’ll take longer, but we’ll get to them.”
After peaking around each corner, they began to lead Ralph down the darkened streets. He jumped at every sound, but kept a firm grip on their arm. At this point, they didn’t even bat an eye at his tight hold. They had long become accustomed to Ralph’s nervous touch, holding them close whenever he felt nervous. In these shadow infested streets, they didn’t mind Ralph holding them so close that he nearly stepped on their heels with every move — it was far better than being alone.
“So where are we going?” Ralph asked.
“A friend of mine. They live on the other side of town, but we’ll be safe once we get there,” they replied.
The idea of walking across the city in the dead of night terrified him. The idea of leaving their side was even more terrifying though, and he found himself tightening his grip around their arm. Even if they were constantly looking straight ahead, Ralph couldn’t help but keep his head on a constant swivel. 
A thump to the left? Ralph tightened his grip on them so painfully they had to gently pat his shoulder as a reminder to relax. A car driving past? He would huddle so close to them that  he was practically walking on their heels. His eyes roved left and right, in front and behind them. He was paranoid, but at least he had a good reason for it.
But despite their vigilance, they weren’t aware of the police car until its menacing array of blue and red lights were flashing against the brick wall near them. Ralph nearly jumped out of his skin. His heart — though it was made of metal and wires — began to beat wildly against his chest.
“What do we do?” Ralph asked. The car was already on the same block on them and slowly driving towards them. “Please, what do we do? Ralph doesn’t want—”
“Stay calm, I’ve got this,” was all they said. They whipped up Ralph’s cowl so that it was hiding his face. They allowed their hand to rest on the side of his face long enough to meet his gaze and smile. Despite their predicament, Ralph found himself smiling back. It was hard not to when they gave him the smile that made his systems malfunction. 
The police car pulled up to the sidewalk. The window rolled down. “Excuse me, you two,” the officer on the driver’s side said. “I’m sorry to bother you, but I’m going to have to see your ID’s.”
They could feel Ralph trembling, tugging lightly at their arm. They gave him a gentle pat before frowning at the officer. “What for?” they asked. They smiled sweetly. “Is something the matter?”
Both officers sighed. Ralph wished he could see past his hood to read their faces. Did they have a gun? Some other weapon? Were they glaring glaring at them, even though they had never done anything to deserve such treatment? Ralph hated this. He had wanted to run the moment the car had come into sight. Not only did the officers put himself in great danger, but also dragged them into that same danger. He cared about them too much. Just thinking of something happening to them made his mind spin around like error warnings were jamming his software.
“Just the usual patrol. We have to make sure there are no androids wandering about with everything that’s going on,” the other officer replied. Her voice wasn’t annoyed, just tired.
“Oh, I see,” they said. “Perfectly understandable.”
“And while you two do seem very nice, I am still going to have to see some identification,” the officer added. There was a hint of apology to his voice. Was there still hope for them?
“I’m sorry, sir, but we’re in a bit of a hurry,” they said. “I’m sure you understand. With everything going on, we don’t want to be out here any longer than we have to.”
The officer didn’t reply right away. Ralph tugged on their arm more insistently. He couldn’t stand this silence, with nothing but the low hum of heating units and drone of distant cars to fill the tense silence. There was no way these officers were going to let them go. They were far too obvious. If his hood moved down just a little, they would be able to perfectly see his scar and there was no way they could talk their way out of that one.
“We’ll make it quick, we promise,” the other office said. “And if you live far from here, we’d be more than willing to give you a ride home.”
They smiled, even if they felt like they were suffocating. This wasn’t going at all how they had hoped. They were still miles from their friend’s house, and even if they could reach it, the task of getting across the border tomorrow would be even more difficult now that the officers knew their face.
“Alright,” they said. Ralph let go of their arm arm long for them to shrug off their backpack and crouch down by it. Hee placed his hand on their shoulder, fidgeting with their coat’s thick material. “Just a moment, I have both of our ID’s buried in here somewhere,” they said. Their brow furrowed as they began to mindlessly fumble through their belongings to stall.
“Honey, could you come help me for a second?” they asked, looking up at Ralph. Even though he was still trembling, he dropped down to their side instantly.
They were both well aware that the two officers were staring at them. They didn’t have much time before they would begin to become suspicious. They nudged Ralph gently, perking his attention instantly. He looked at them with wide, frightened eyes, searching for the familiar light of confidence in their face.
“When I stand up, run,” they whispered. “A block down from here we can turn down an alleyway. There are a bunch of small side streets and alleys all tangled together. We’ll be okay, I promise.”
Ralph gave a vague nod. He was terrified, but if anything, that made him all the more willing to listen to them. They pretended to have something in their hand as they put their backpack back on.
“Sorry that took awhile,” they said, giving the officers one last smile. They began to slowly stand, taking Ralph’s hand in a firm grip as they did so. 
The moment they were completely standing, they ran. They didn’t look back, not even when the sound of yelling and car doors slamming filled their ears. The rush of their footsteps and breathing were the only sounds they could focus on. Ralph clung to their hand as they raced down the street and whipped around the corner into the alley. Without the faint glow of the streelight’s guiding their path it was near impossible to see, but they didn’t have a choice.
They continued to lead the way, turning randomly down the dark paths. The way was cluttered, causing both them and Ralph to stumble and have to pull the other up to keep going. The officers yelling and footsteps told them they had to keep moving, they always had to keep running and— 
They ran straight into a brick wall.
They hadn’t even seen it before they were stumbling backwards and falling to the ground. Ralph’s hand slipped out of their grip, and they heard his sharp gasp of surprise. They blindly fumbled through the darkness, crawling backwards until their back hit something hard. There was scuffling in the darkness, people moving and yelling. Was Ralph there? Had he gone off a different direction when their hand was no longer guiding him? 
The click of gun being loaded, though quiet through all the noise, cut through every other sound like a gong.
They pressed themselves farther back into the wall. Where was Ralph? He had run, right? They doubted the officers would actually shoot them, but Ralph was a different situation — to them, he was just an android. They wanted nothing more than to call out his name and find him. The ony thing keeping them from doing such was the fact that it would probably lead to the both of them being apprehended.
“Where’d they go?” one officer gasped. “I swear both of them went right down this dead end.”
“No one ran past me, I swear,” the other snapped. “They’re probably both still down there hiding. Here let me go first, I have the gun.”
“Is that really necessary? You’ll end up hitting me with this dark,” the first one grumbled, far closer than they had been in a few seconds ago. Their heart beat wildly inside their chest. So Ralph was still trapped with them? Where though? There wasn’t much space to be hiding.
“As long as I hit one of them — human or android — it’ll mean we have at least someone to interrogate,” the officer with the gun said. “And at this point, I—”
The officers words were cut off with a distinctive thud.
The next officer could only get out a sharp gasp before a similar thud cut through the air, instantly followed by a heavier thump.
Except for their own heavy breathing and racing heart, there was silence. Absolute chilling silence.
They took in a shuddering breath. “Ralph?” they said tentatively. “Ralph, where are you?”
There was no verbal reply, only a nearby shuffling.
“Ralph? Is that you?” they asked. Figuring it was him, they added, “Come here.”
The uneasy footsteps came right to their side. They were sure it was him though — and when his trembling arms wrapped around them far too tight, they were sure of it.
“Ralph didn’t mean to hurt them,” he said. His voice was partially muffled as he buried his head into their neck, taking in their comforting smell.
They nodded and began petting his hair. “I know you didn’t,” they said.
“They were going to hurt you. Ralph wanted to keep you safe like you always keep him safe,” he continued. He was still trembling, but their touch had caused him to relax into their hold.
“I know,” they said again. “But we need to get going. I don’t know how long they’ll be out, and I don’t want to take anymore chances.”
In the darkness, they could barely see Ralph nod. As they began to rise to their feet, Ralph clung to their arm painfully tight. Under most circumstances, they would’ve gently reminded him not to practically walk on their heels or hold them so tightly, but any such comments didn’t seem to suit their current situation. Having them just that much closer seemed to comfort him, and that was all they wanted for him in that moment.
And besides, they didn’t mind having him so close either.
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omegle-poop-stories · 4 years
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You're chatting with a random stranger. Say STAND WITH HONG KONG AGAINST THE CCP!
You both like pee, poop, shit, and scat.
35m, looking for a messy/naughty girl who loves to play messy
Do you accept 15 year olds? Because I am that girl~
Really?
Am I too old?
Nope
Younger than my mum actually
Because...... a very messy kinky little girl is kind of my fantasy :D
Heh well
I love roleplay and if your up for it I'll be your sexy messy naughty little maid and slut
sounds like fun. Do you mind if I ask how you go to be so kinky at such a young age?
I was kinkier when I was 7
oh?
No I didn't even know what cum was but I was into the bdsm, scat, piss, cunt slapping, soiling, diapers all that before I turned 8
omg you are like the perfect girl
(Love diapers! on "older" girls)
Did someone introduce you to it? Or you just found out that you liked messing yourself and slapping your cunt?
Hehe I actually wore diapers because of bedwetting problems but they were to expensive so I had to stop wearing
And no I just found it I guess idk how but yea
It was years ago 😂
Do you like it when you exicted older guys so much?
The guys I talked to were usually 26-30
But one guy in particular was like 37
And he was like ew he asked to see pics if me every five seconds
And even when I was out he was like "hey send me a pic of your pussy"
Anyway
sorry that he was a jerk
It's not your fault he's probably dead now it's been 6 years lol
how do you like to play exaclty.... messing (obviously) . being fucked in your mess?
do you have an ultimate fantasy?
Oh yea I like being fucked in the ass in particualr
Yes I have a fantasy
May I hear it?
Sure
I wanna be fucked till I'm numb dripping in cum, sweat and piss, I want you to whip spank and slap me till I cry then force me to hold my mess until I literally cant and I'm begging to use the bathroom if I manage to hold it for 6 days straight I am allowed to use the bathroom if not I have to go into public in ONLY my soiled panties
And after that I wanna be put in diapers and re potty trained until I learn not to mess myself
ohh... that kind of dovetails with a fantasy of mine.... fucking you after you have held in your mess so long that you wet/mess all over. Works for all three holes ;) . I also love fully clothed sex/messing (and I already mentioned diapers
do you eat/drink/swallow at all? Or just mess?
I've never tried it tbh but I mean I would love to give my mess to people
??
I mean if they wanted it 😂
I was more asking for something along this scenario.... I make you hold and you are sucking me (or more accuratly I am fucking your face) and you mess your diaper so I make you take it off and wrap it around my cock and continue the BJ with your dirty diaper
but that isn't for everyeone
Oh that sounds fun hehe and I suppose id do it if I was particularly horny
But not something I'd do unless someone mentioned it
i also love the idea of having you as my maid (or daughters bff or whatever reason you are in my house) and we start a kinky taboo affair where I am your daddy and you are my messy little/baby girl
like purposely "being bad" and messing yourself during a BJ and then i fuck you in your little messy ass
That sounds like a new fantasy of mine 🤭
my little taboo teenage messy mistress.... wearing things that you know will drive me crazy...
did you want to rp the build up... (which can be boring... depending on the partner) or after we have allready discovered each other?
Hmm well I think discovered each other would be fun but maybe like just coming home for tea or something with your daughter and immediately think your hot as fuck
okay we can do that. How forward do you want me to be?
Little does your daughter know I wear diapers and as soon as I walk past you notice a faint shitty smell
Maybe like touchy feely but not to forward as if to say "I love you" but maybe giving subtle hints as in letting my butt or stroking my back
Patting*
okay. anything you really really want to include (or exclude?)
Nope I'm fine with anything you are
And I don't think we need to include anything else
okay
You want to start if off given that you have the scene idea
My name will be Kira btw I'll just call you sir or mister
Sure
*she waits behind her best friend looking nervous to meet her parents as she watches the door open and catches an eye on her father, she gets shy and looks behind her making sure the smell and bulge isn't noticeable* h-hi sir *she blushes and walks past*
*I am immediately taken by you... your appearance... your shyness.... your apparently hiding your ass*. "Well hello..... I don't think we have met before, have we? Kirstin (my daughter) don't be rude.... introduce us"
*she shuffles behind Kirstin and mumbles* hi.. i-im Kira *she figured it would be easier to Introduce herself*
*Kristin rolls her eyes and shrugs you off and goes into the bathroom and closes the door... leaving you without cover* . "Hello Kira.... Why so shy? I promise I don't bite *I wink, but not in a creepy way*
*she turns away whe. She realises she's blushing again and makes a face if strain as if trying to push something out* mmh c-cause...uhm
*I step forward and gently place my hand on your back in a fatherly fashion* . "Kira you don't look like you feel well... come sit in my office" *I guide you into my office.... looking at the bulge in the back of your skirt causing the bulge in the front of my pants to grow.
"Here have a seat" I offer you a very plush chair and smile . "You really don't look well" I prompt
B-but I ... *She blushes again this time not even attempting to hide it as she sits down she hears a few crackles and crinkles she blushed harder and pushes making a face if strain again* s-sir where is your bathroom?
"Kristin is using it... " I pause looking down at you.... "Kira... is there something you want to tell me?"
N-no! Sorry I just need the bathro- mmh -om that's all *she smiles and stands up realising a noticeable brown patch on the chair cushions as she sits back down real quick* y-you know what nevermind I don't need the toilet
(from the hallway) "Dad I need to go pickup someone from the mall... is Kira okay staying here?" *I look at you with an amused stare as if to say.... 'are you going to go and let me see the brown patch...?'* . my pants growing tight as the sight of the cute little story unfolding in front of me
*she looks at him confused but she shouts to the hallway * yea I'm fine staying Kris!,
*she gets up not realising the brown patch on her skirt was even more visible as she bent over and flipped the cushion around so it wasn't noticable*
"umm... Kira..... " *I ask... in an amused tone* "You do realize that the stain isn't only on the cushion.... right?"
*she stands up straight suddenly holding her hand on her butt* w-what stain...?
*Looking in your eyes I walk straight over to you... looking down at you by the time I get there... I grab the hem of your skirt and pull it up so that you can see the brown clearly on the red... also your diaper (what kind)* . "This one silly girl... and the matching one on my cushion..... I know you are wearing a diaper *I pat it gently*... a very full diaper.... how old are you?" I ask, not in a mad or demeaning way... but in a very curious way
(medium sized adult diapers any kind) *she blushes and starts crying but not in a sad way in s more furious way as she hugs him tight only reaching to his chest she buries her face in and mumbles* 13...
*I ebrace you tightly* . "It is okay Kira.... 13 and still in diapers.... but you know you need to you the bathroom..... Interesting"
*whispering in your ear now... still embracing you* "can I tell you a secret?"
Y-yea.. *she looks up at him wiping her tears*
*helps wipe tears with thumb* "I think it is really cute when girls are still in diapers"
Then why isn't Kris in diapers...couldn't you make her wear themmm- *rethinking what she said she thought it sounded weird and creepy immediately regretting what she had said* I'm sorry I didn't mean it to come across like that *she really needed a change as a faint hissing noise came from her diaper and she blushed*
*holding you this close you feel my cock twitch as you wet* . "Well... I don't want to feel the way about my daughter as I feel for you.... and don't be embarrassed.... why do you wear?"
Well earlier I asked where the bathroom was so I could change but I don't actually know how to use a toilet, I've been potty trained but only with one of those plastic ones and never learned how to use a big one...I also feel unsafe and it's scary when I go near one as j don't know what to do with the metal thingy or the water inside
"oh babygirl.... why have you never been potty trained?" *I as... worrying about abuse*
O-oh uh..*she sighs knowing she had already told him about the diapers so why not about her parents* well..my family kinda..don't wanna... acknowledge my existence? *She giggles nervously trying to make it as a joke*
"oh babygirl....." I hold you close, starting to feel bad about starting to hit on you. "It sounds like you need someone to take care of you"
*she suddenly got an idea* c-could I come and live with you and Kris? *She said excitedly as she looked up with a huge smile on her face*
*emotions rush through me* . "I... I am not sure that is the best idea Kris...... I am not sure I could...." *I trail off... looking at the cute little diapered 13yo in front of me
*she looks disappointed as she says sadly* okay.. *she walks off into the hall to find the bathroom*
"hey hey hey" . I catch up with you.... "It is just that.... I am really attracted to you Kira... and I shouldn't be... you are 13 and I don't think I could be good"
*she blushes but fights it away* I've just met you y'know? *She crouches next to her bag and looks for the diapers* where are they? Fuck..where are they!?
*she remembers she forgot to pack them as she looked dispointed in herself as she knew she had no change of clothes or diapers now*
*she hears the front door open as Kris comes in*
(not sure where you are going with this)
(oof sorry just gonna roll with it alright?*
((Okay I will will trust you)
"Hey Kristin.... did you get your errand ran?" i ask in a disinterested way
Kristen: yea I have to get the diap- uh...groceries upstairs real quick I'll be down in a minute...and why does it smell like a pig sti
her slip up was not missed by me.... "I had mexican for lunch" I explain away after seeing the terror on your face
As she disappears upstairs.... I look at you . "Why doe smy daughter have diapers?"
Probably becauseeee her friend dared her to buy them? Or she might be using them to get boys into that online I mean that's worst case scenario but I'm not sure what else
"Oh you dared her to buy them?" I ask... half interested / half irritated. "If you want me to let you change into a clean one you will tell me why"
W-what n-noo I didn't I'm just uh guessing! I swear!
"oh I bet all the 13 year old girls are trying diapers aren't they?" I ask in mock parental agitation....
"Are you telling me that the one sexy 13yo girl who wears and uses diapers isn't the one who dared her to buy them?" (i don't notice my sexy slip)
S-sexy? *She blushed and shook her head* no I didn't
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mutlistanmaterial · 5 years
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Welcome to SM
Jaemin/00 line au? w/ fluff?? i guess???
a/n: this is just a short au I wrote for a friend. I literally pulled the idea for this au out of nowhere I just thought I‘d post it idk lolol hope you guys like it!
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Jaemin Pov
I was sitting in a practice room with Jeno and Haechan waiting for Renjun when he suddenly bursts through the door.
“Guys” he said out of breath with his hands on his knees panting.
“You’re late. We get it you don’t have to say you were helping a lady give birth in the bathroom again.” Haechan said still looking at his phone.
“No *breath* not that” he said still panting
“What is it?” Jeno said.
“New *breath* trainees *breath* are here” He said
“Why are you getting excited over trainees” Haechan said with a confused expression on his face.
“They must be girls” I said jokingly causing Renjun to nod aggressively. “Wait really?” I said getting up from my spot on the couch.
“Why didn’t you start with that! I would’ve gave you this earlier!” Haechan said giving Renjun a bottle of water which he started to drink right away.
“There’s four of them and they’re 00 liners like us.” Renjun said
“I call the pretty one!” Haechan said raising his hand
“This is SM. They’re probably all pretty.” Jeno said making us all nod in agreement.
“Let’s go meet them” I said causing Renjun to shake his head.
“No there’s security outside their door we need a plan...” He said causing us to look back at Jeno.
“What???” He said in confusion.
“We need you to make them go away” I explained to him.
“What?? Why me?!” Jeno asked loudly.
“Because everyone knows you’re the least mischievous one here” Renjun said. “They’ll definitely believe you”
“See?” Haechan said putting his hand on Jeno’s shoulder. “Being boring pays”
“HEY! I’m not boring!” Jeno yelled causing haechan to throw his hands up in defense.
“Can you lovebirds fight later?? Will you do it or not Jeno?” Renjun asked. We all looked to him for his answer.
“How?” Jeno said after whining groaning about having to be the one to send security away.
“Tell them a fan got in and were trying to take pictures of us” Haechan said in no time.
“Wow that’s actually good” I said.
“You say that as if i’m not he smartest one here” Haechan said rolling his eyes
“Yeah right!” Jeno, Renjun, and I said in unison.
“...okay I don’t need this slander” Haechan said holding his chest.
**5 Minutes Later**
We get to their floor and peek around the corner to see two security guys standing outside of their door.
“Okay buddy, go do your thing” Haechan said pushing Jeno out in the open before he could protest. Jeno glared at him before walking up to the guys. They talked for a few seconds before the guys hurried off to go find the fake fan Jeno said he’d seen.
Y/N Pov
I was in a practice room with the other new trainees. We didn’t have anything specific to practice yet so we all just talked for a while. It turns out the other two girls, Soyoung and Nari, are blackpink fans and they learned the routine for ddu-du ddu-du. Inna and I are best friends so we learned it together as well. We had all figured since there’s four of us we could do it together.
We were having so much fun finally being able to do the dance with four people. Well... We were until Inna screamed out of nowhere. When I looked over at her she was on the floor holding her chest.
“What is wrong?” Soyoung said causing Inna to quickly point towards the door. We looked over to see nct’s 00 liners all sitting on the couch right beside the door.
“Oh I’m sorry! We didn’t mean to scare you!” Haechan said rushing over to her putting his hand out to help her up “Are you okay?” She nodded slowly taking his hand.
I know she must’ve been freaking out on the inside since Haechan is one of her biase-
“Hi, I’m Jaemin” I heard my bias say causing me to gasp and slightly jump. “Sorry I didn’t mean to startle you.” He said. Even though he gave me the sweetest smile that I’ve ever seen, it made me so nervous I could yell.
“Hi I’m Inna!” I blurted out knowing good and well that that isn’t my name but I was too scared to correct myself.
“Are you sure about that?” Inna said in a quiet shout like tone in my ear causing me to squeeze my eyes shut and shake my head making her laugh. “I’m Inna! This is my ‘sister’ Y/N. She’s the prettier one.” She said winking at Jaemin causing him to slightly chuckle. I elbowed her lightly then she gasped dramatically and fell down on the floor. “OOF I’m hit! Inna down!” She said groaning as if she was actually hurt.
“I didn’t even hit you that hard!” I said looking at her holding onto her stomach while continuing to groan but now she is also rolling around on the floor. Everyone was laughing at us by then. “How embarrassing... This is why we don’t go places” I said rolling my eyes.
“Cute” I heard haechan say looking at Inna. I can’t wait to tell her omg.
“Nice to meet you” Jaemin said to me and bowed.
“You too!” I said quickly bowing back with a smile.
“Ouch!” Jaemin said clenching his chest.
“What’s wrong??”
“Your smile....it’s too much for my heart to handle” He said wincing causing me to laugh.
“Ooh he’s flirting already!” Haechan said teasingly.
“You have no room to talk mr. ‘Oh i’m sorry, oh I didn’t mean to scare you, oh you’re so pretty’” Renjun said mocking Haechan.
“Hey! I didn’t say that!” Haechan said and dived to hit Renjun causing him to run away making everyone else laugh again.
“By the way, welcome to SM.” Jaemin said smiling. “Hope everything goes well for you here”
“Thank you! I hope things continue to go well for you haha” I said sort of awkwardly trying to hide the nervousness building up the more he looks at me. I mean I think I pulled it off..?
“Thank you. I think things are getting better already” He said... Wait.. does he mean because of me!? Can’t be... But I can so obviously tell from that warm smile and the look in his eyes that he was being flirty... He should really stop before my heart bursts it already feels like it’s trying to jump out of my chest.
I smiled back but before I could even reply we heard someone open the door and we turned around to see it was the security guards outside. The one who opened the door looked up to see us all freeze like a deer in headlights. He yelled ‘Hey!’ then they both ran towards us.
“Uh-Oh!” the guys said in unison. They all ran in different directions to avoid getting caught
“Bye!” Jaemin said with a big smile and a wink as he ran out the door. Haechan was running circles around inna while being chased, yelling out what I am assuming is his KakaoTalk id.
“I got it!” Inna said as she finished typing on her phone while laughing.
“Text me!!” Haechan yelled as he ran out of the door
“Wow he’s really... Something else” Inna said shaking her head while laughing.
“OH MY GOD WHAT JUST HAPPENED” I said not realizing this time I was far more than just slightly yelling.
“Jaemin said he liked your smile” Nari said teasingly poking my side.
“Dude...” Inna said still in shock “we’re so in there!”
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a/n: sorry I suck at ending au’s but hope everyone liked it! You guys can request things as of right now I can only write fluff and angst but I’m working on ‘expanding my horizons’ lolol. I am currently writing a requested haechan au and I have some really good ideas for it so hope you look out for it. :)
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nutslovesdolts · 5 years
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Qrowin week day 3 (give it up for day three)
so yeah I wrote this now, it’s almost 2am and I gotta wake up early, who even reads this part anyways haha, enjoy
Scarf
It had been an hour since Tai and the entirety of team RWBY and… JNR(?) had left Winter and Qrows small festive home in the woods, the small cabin was built by the pair only 3 months previous. Winter had been completely turned off at the idea of any kind of shows of wealth or grandeur by her father, and Qrow never had much to begin with and liked this kind of small cozy nest like home.
2 years ago Winter had confessed to Qrow her true feelings, feelings that she was always taught to suppress through her life, but that was just it. When she was around Qrow she could let it all out, and she knew he could take it and wanted more.
Qrow had planned on confessing to her on that exact same day, and after a heated but regulated duel overseen by Ironwood who labeled it as a “training exercise” (both Qrow and Winter had spoken to him about their true intentions previously but unknown from one another)
The entire second floor was their bedroom completed by its own fireplace to match the one downstairs, a extremely re-enforced bed which its supports already showed signs of wear and tear, and a few end tables with lamps and the like, there was one closet where they both kept around 37 copies of the exact same every day clothing and about 3 extra clothing items for special occasions, with one dresser at the far end of the room next to the stairs.
The ground floor was wider and was made up of three rooms, the living room, which had chairs and a small couch surrounding the fireplace where a hearty fire was softly crackling, leftover wrapping paper from the guests earlier were glistening in the flickering light.
The other room was the small kitchen that smelled strongly of hazelnut and gingerbread
And of course a workroom filled with all sorts of odds and ends for the two to repair and tinker with their weapons.
Winter sat on the couch resting her head on Qrows shoulder, the firelight dancing on her face, she had never been happier in her entire life, right now she had no worries, no responsibilities, and could simply be at peace.
She snuggled closer to Qrow and let out a content hum
Qrow was more relaxed then he had thought humanly (or avianly) possible, It would almost be concerning for him if it weren't for the love of his life cuddling close by his side. He had always assumed because of his semblance that he would live alone somewhere, but as luck would have it, Winter didn’t mind a slip up here or there, as she put it It kept life interesting.
I wonder if she'll like it, he thought to himself. Winter wasn't exactly the easiest person to buy for, she hated anything overly extravagant or intricate except when it came to weapons. She also somehow knew exactly what to buy for Qrow, not once had she failed to deliver something he didn’t cherish to this day. For her, nothing in the world was good enough. That's why he decided not to simply buy anything, but to attempt to make it. He already knew how to sew as his cape managed to get torn to shreds every time a grimm got near him, not to mention back in the tribe it was how they kept themselves together, in just about every sense.
Winter stirred next to him, lifting her loving beautiful face so that they locked eyes
I never knew this was all I wanted Qrow, she sighed in peace. Just you and me, some peace and quiet, and all the time in the world just for us.
Qrow leaned in and gently pressed on her lips with his so they were eye to eye. Everything I ever dreamed about is currently two inches from my face and aaalllll mine, I agree, this is the life he said with his playful smirk.
That look was something that drove Winter wild, after their duel at Atlas when she confessed to him her feelings, he had used that same look before laughing, but not a cold cruel laugh like she was expecting at the time, but a warm loving laugh that told her everything she needed to know.
She leaned in and kissed him gently, slowly getting more aggressive with each passing second.
Qrow pulled back gasping for air, dang Ice Queen, your gonna suck the life outa me before the fun begins haha
Winter Blushed a deep scarlet red and pulled back off of him, You know I can't help it she giggled, Oh! Qrow I almost forgot. She said reaching behind the couch, Please open mine first, og but open the small one first! She said obviously trying to hide her excitement
Two of em Ice Queen? Must be a pretty special occasi… Qrow had been gingerly unwrapping the smaller gift to find a stuffed crow wearing a small cable knit sweater with a snowflake on it.
Qrow just stared at it for a moment taking in the idea of wearing this around the kingdoms when in bird form… yeah maybe around the house for Winters sake, but no one else could know
Qrow sighed and quickly turned into bird form noseing his way into the snugly fitting sweater
Winter covered her mouth with both hands to keep her explosion of laughter contained, she went red faced from the pressure and burst out in the most beautiful laughter Qrow had ever heard.
As he turned back to human form she gave Winter a playful sideways look, Only for you Ice Queen hehe, only for you
Winter finally gasped for air from her laughter and threw her arms around Qrow, I knew you’d look cute in it haha, she stated triumphantly, OOO now open the other one she said practically jumping up and down in her seat.
Qrow started unwrapping the small box carefully. He hadn't seen her that happy since they finished the house hehe
Under the paper the box was black with a red bow, as Qrow moved the bow out of the way and opened the box, he found a single bronze gear at the bottom, Last month in a battle with an extremely oversized Grimm that looked like a nevermore but with bladed wings, Qrow’s Scythe Harbinger had taken a hard blow shattering one near irreplaceable gear (the craftsman who had made the gears had died during a horrible grimm attack on his remote village, no other craftsman had yet been able to replicate this delicate piece) vital to its transformation, just his luck eh? Qrow would have been utterly emotionally defeated if it weren't for Winter,he spent a vast majority of his time searching for a replacement but found he was now stuck with only one form, at least until after the holidays.
For the first time in a long time Qrow felt his eyes water up a little bit. Winter noticed this and wiped them away and looked him dead in the eyes. Now you better not have gotten rusty over this last month, she cooed, We can’t have a under practiced bird prot… OOF… before she could finish Qrow had rushed in and given her a long deep kiss.
How did you even, he started but was cut off by Winter placing a finger to his lips, It’s my secret, she said with a devilish smirk, and you'll have to try MUCH harder to get that out of me tonight, she said in a slow seductive tone.
Qrow felt his mouth water a bit at the thought but quickly brushed away the thought as he reached behind the couch and pulled out his seamingly meger gift for her, he knew it would pale in comparison to the lengths she had gone to, but he hoped with all his heart she would at least like it.
Winter slowly examined the long flat rectangular box, it almost seemed weightless.
Qrow watched nervously as she started pulling the lid off the box, her eyes widened as she looked inside.
Winter pulled out a long obviously handsewed Light and dark blue scarf with snowflake inlays almost identical to her glyphs, at the center of each glyph was a small image of a black crow, inlaid in the background of the scarf were beautiful depictions of small villages and at the opposite end of the scarf was a picture of the arena where she had confessed to him, At the center was a note.
You are all I am, my beautiful snowflake
The other side of the scarf was bland and seemed to fit the military dress code matching her uniform, It was carefully tailored to blend in with her Jacket without detracting from the uniformity of the military
Winter felt a large mass of tears well up in her eyes before she started full on crying, all manner of grace and order lost
Qrow gave her a huge hug, regret building up in his chest, He knew it was too much, he knew it would remind her of her childhood, all this dark thoughts building up in his mind caused him to start to shake, until winter placed her hands on his cheeks and looked at him through teary eyes,
Did you make this? She asked through tears
Yeah… Qrow said roughly, he couldn’t meet her eyes
Winter pulled him into a passionate kiss completely upending Qrow causing them to both fall over into the couch.
Qrow, Winter said, this is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen…. When did you learn to.. She was stopped by Qrow with that same playful look in his eye, all negative feelings gone in a flash, he placed one finger on her lips and seductively said, Well I guess you’ll have to try MUCH harder to get that out of me Ice Quee...nn… he trailed off, he was met with the most longing and starving look Winter eyes had ever betrayed, like a cat about to pounce
He was instantly tackled tackled by Winter
It would be a great night after all
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OOF IT’S 1:45 NOW AND I HAVE TO WAKE UP EARLY
Hope you all enjoy, I just keep writing so I guess we'll see if it lets me post it all
This is my third ever fic, Just figured Id write it now just in case I lose motivation again
HAPPY QROWIN WEEK
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I was in the city
ok so. last night at the VERY beginning... A was going to the city to meet up with his friend from nyu and B was going. and then B was like “bro you should come with us” and I was like ooooo I should BUT I have this paper I gotta finish. but then I decided i’ll just take it with me and work on it somewhere with wifi lol. so that’s what we do; we go to the city, B takes me to koreatown and A goes to meet his friend and then we all go back to this cafe where i’m doing my paper. I currently was preoccupied with group project bullshit but they wanted to go to rockefeller and see the tree so I was like go ahead and i’ll link up with you guys later. the cafe closes so i’m scrambling to find wifi to turn what little of the paper I have in, and then it’s finally midnight and i’ve already asked for an extension so all I can do is sit and wait. so B calls me and tells me they’re leaving rockefeller and to meet her at this japanese place in EV, so i’m like ok bet! and I get on the Q and walk over lol FIRST OF ALL I couldn’t even find the place because none of the signs were in english but anyways there I am standing outside this restaurant and I see these two guys skateboarding and one like. does that skateboard thing where they hit their skateboard off of something? idk how to explain it. but he does that off a truck and LANDS IT and i’m like OHH SHIT!! and so this other guy comes out of this bar an apartment over and is like “yo man I haven’t seen you in ages dog like what’s good??!” and the guy who came out sees me and waves me over and he’s like “I saw you checking out the skateboarding! why don’t you talk with us?” and I was like sure!! because the group was so diverse, it was that guy who is obviously black but mixed, a girl shorter than me with a paperboy hat on and shoulder length hair and cargo pants (obvs another skateboarder) and the two white guys who were skateboarding. and one of them is like “dude we’re heading over to lucy’s!” so the guy who waved me over is like “you should totally come to lucy’s with us!!!” and i’m like omg I would but i’m waiting for my friends, and he’s like I totally fucking respect that. “but on the off chance you do still wanna hang, here’s my number, and call me when you and your friends are outside and i’ll let you guys in. lucy’s doesn’t card” and i’m like BET! so then the bartender from the bar comes out and we start talking and the other group leaves, and then another guys steps out with the bartender and we’re all talking and they’re trying to get me into the bar, but i’m like again fellas, i’m waiting for my friends so i’m occupied, and they’re like bet. the one guy is like totally trying to get me into the bar to get me a beer but the bartender (who looks literally exactly like charlie day from it’s always sunny, same voice and everything but he has face tattoos and a scraggly beard and he’s hitting a cart), is like “sorry guys I gotta side with her on this one, she’s loyal to her friends and that’s important” so eventually they all just go back inside, i’m promising them that i’ll come back once we’re out of the restaurant, and then A and B show up at the SAME time, and then we go over to the restaurant, and it’s CLOSED >:( I mean given it was like 12:30 AM but still. so then we go back to the bar and the bouncer is right there like “ID?” and the dishwasher (who was also briefly out there) in his scottish accent is like “ya gotta have an ID, love!” and so I just. turn the fuck around LMAO. so then we go across the street and get pizza. but i’m like “YALL DONT EVEN FUCKING SWEAT IT I GOT A GUY’S NUMBER WE GON BE DRINKING GÜD TONIGHT!!!” so I call the guy and let him know we’re all there and we’re on our way, and then I ring him again when we’re outside. and bro. I have NEVER felt more like a kid in my life. like we literally looked like fucking toddlers walking in with daddy. and the whole mood of the bar changes like 👀👀. but we all stay cool and the guy walks us over to the table he was at and we all circle our chairs around and he finishes the story about his name and then we all just start talking, he’s asking us how we’re doing and who we are and we get philosophical and tell more funny stories and then it’s like 2. like the night has gone by so damn quick. and then around 2:30 or whenever the fuck I texted you about the fight, the fight happens and lucy runs the fuck over and kicks the guy out and it was SO FUNNY!!! NO ONE MESSES WITH THE LITTLE POLISH LADY!!!! and so then around quarter to 3, a friend of the guy comes over and is like “you give your money to that guy” and points to some motherfucker looking ass in a red jacket playing pool across the room, and the guy’s like DONT POINT U DUMBASS and the other guy’s like “my bad. but anyways get your cash and go pay, then meet outside” so then for like 20 minutes the guy’s getting up and down from the table trying to work this drug deal out, but he’s also like lowkey trying to hide it from A and B and I bc we’re “pure”, but then that’s when a group with dustin walks out to go pay the dealer, and A and B and I go sit at the bar and order shots and more PBRs, but then the guy comes back and as he’s trying to chill with us, the same other guy from before is like “yo man we’re going to his house,” and the guy��s like oof I kinda wanna stay, kinda wanna go, and i’m like bro listen, please go and have a good time and don’t worry about us. so he’s like “well you should come with me!” but i’m like “nah i came with my friends, i leave with my friends,” and he’s like I have so much respect for you. so then we hug and he gives me a big hug and kisses my forehead and waves goodbye to us all and leaves. so now it’s just us, some guys playing pool, and two other guys at the end of the bar. like the whole ass bar was like “8 BALL? YO BET!” and dipped. so we get one more round of shots, B gets a PBR, and we start walking back to the subway. we finally make it to penn station but it’s quarter to 4 and the next fucking train doesn’t leave until QUARTER TO 5!!! so we spend a whole ass hour finding a bathroom and getting mcdonald’s. and then finally we get on the train, get on the shuttle, and get home at like fucking. 6 in the damn morning. and then I call the guy and talk (he was checking in with me on our status the whole time. he’s like “you guys make it back ok? you guys home?” and i’m like 😭 I LOVE YOU) and now i’m here
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