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Glass Joe x Reader

part 1 maybe

summary: poor poor glass jawed joseph is very very lonely. help him out, why don’t you?

CW: fingering, implied sex, a cliffhanger and that’s about it! maybe like a 10-15year age gap bc reader is portrayed as a younger, trendier typa girl. written in first person!

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I was laying in bed scrolling through random shit on my phone when I got a text. It was Joe. Glass Joe, to be specific. Boxing extraordinare. You know the guy.

Come hang out with me, mon doux.. I miss your company..

I'm no stranger to the men of the W.V.B.A. What can I say? I’m famous! And I didn’t make the guy follow me back on Insta, he did it himself. And so did many other boxers. They got one look at me and knew they wanted more.

how can I help you joey?

I texted back, a little annoyed. Last time we hung out we got coffee together, but it's way too late for that, so I can't help but suspect he wants something different.

Come to mine, please?

Yeaaahh, it's definitely not coffee this time. I text him back a simple "mk" then hop in the whip and drive over to his place.

His house isn’t as nice as other celebrities. It’s not like it’s gross or anything, just kindaaa.. humble. I knock on the door and he hurries over. He’s wearing this t-shirt which reads "Glass Joe's Boxing School" and a pair of Nike shorts. I sort of just look him up and down. How can he be so oddly hot? He eyes me up and down as well, then extends his hand. I take his hand and he leads me in the house.

He doesn't look back at me, but asks, "You've been good, j'espère?"

"I've been doing well, how about you, Joey?" I ask him back as he opens the door to a bedroom.

He's quiet for a second.

"Fine. Lonely.. a little. But i've been alright," he sits on his bed, forming a crease in the silk sheets draped over. He doesn't let go of my hand, so I sit right beside him.

"Can you keep me company in this lonely time, jolie fille?" He leans closer to me.

"A-anything for you, Joey," I press my lips into his, but only for a moment. We pull away, but he looks at me expecting more, so I give it to him. We end up lying down across his bed, him undressing me as I moan into his passionate kisses.

"Oh mon dieu.. such a gorgeous girl.." Joe reaches his hand under my top and starts groping my chest. He was gentle with his hands, but squeezed like he didn't ever want to let go. "Alors, vous aimez?"

"Ça me plaît, Joe.." I whimper.

He trails his other hand down my stomach, I shiver in response. His fingers waste no time slipping under my panties. I feel them circle my clit a few times before one dives into my pussy. I let out a soft moan, loving the feeling of his hands on me. "Oh, don't leave me, please, mon doux.. see how good I can make you feel?" He coos, slipping another finger inside me.

"Mhm.. I w-won't leave you, Joey.." My words are stifled between my breaths. He rips my bottoms off with one hand and relentlessly fingers me with the other. My hips thrash up into him needily- desperately. He grabs at my chest again, lifting my shirt up to move his head underneath and suck on my nipple.

"Ah, J-Joey, you're going to make me... you know," I mutter out, panting and whimpering like a dog.

"Be my guest, mon doux. J'ai hâte d'entendre les jolis bruits que tu feras quand ta crème coulera de toi." He kisses my cheek before going back to sucking and squeezing my tits.

I let out a loud moan, my legs shaking as he fingers me through my orgasm. My pussy shudders and tightens around his fingers. When I finish he slides his fingers out and licks them clean, humming and smirking.

"Mm.. très délicieux, mon doux."

I blush and avert my eyes, embarrassed by the act.

"Now, I have to tell you.. someone else has been lonely since last seeing you.." He stands up at the foot of the bed. He towers over my scrunched figure, trembling and clenching my legs together on the bed.

I look up at him, "O-oh, yeah? Who's that?"

"I can show you better than I can tell you, beau brin de fille~" He slips his shorts down his waist, teasingly slowly revealing his very stiff member. He slides them down and his penis springs up excitedly.

A small ‘oh’ escapes my lips and they coincidentally form the shape of just that letter. His cock is so cleanly shaven for someone who hasn’t got any action in a while. Unless he knew I was gonna give it up that easy tonight.. that’s beside the point. I silently admire his long, slender cock. His light pink tip is already leaking a translucent liquid which looks so tasty my mouth waters.

“Mon doux.. say something, hm? Unless the cat has got your tongue?” His unintentionally hilarious use of an American idiom rolls off his tongue with that sweet sounding French accent that makes all his “the”s sound more like “ze.” I can’t help squirming, almost having an eargasm and orgasm all at the same time.

My mouth opens, but I can only stammer.. the cat had gotten my tongue. I swallow and push the words out, “Joseph, I would do anything to have you fuck me with that..” I motion to his cock with my head, “but for now, i’m just saying please. Show me some kindness and accept that offer? Please, fuck me.”

A slight blush washes over his face. “So, so sweet..” he murmurs as he pushes me down on the bed, climbing on top of me. “I told you I would make you feel good as long as you don’t leave. If being ‘fucked’ is what you would like..” he practically spits out the words, as if such disgusting, dirty, language leaves a terrible taste in his mouth, “as you wish, mon doux.”

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do yk if u can do a pt2 for tenya x rebellian reader 😭😭 i loved it so much i just want to see tenya letting reader off the hook for everything and everyone tease him abt itt

i sure can!!

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Tenya Iida x Rebellious! Reader Pt.2

CW: Nothing at all! same thing as last time just in a more headcanon-y format for this one. hope you enjoy!!

-Class 1-A and 1-B have calmed down a lot on the fighting since Iida "confessed" to you

-While you got a ton of backlash from Monoma, and Iida got so much teasing from basically everyone he knows, your class had been trying to be more friendly towards their peers

-The thing 1-A loved to tease Iida about the most was of course him letting you get away with things nobody else could

-Bakugo doesn't wear his tie and has his shirt not fully buttoned? He gets scolded immediately

-You don't wear your tie and your skirt is definitely to short? Iida doesn't say a word. (partly because he's so embarrassed and doesn't know how to even start)

-And even when 1-A and 1-B do fight, he stays silent. Not you though. You pick on Iida extra hard, telling him he's not even half the hero you are. Of course you mean it in a loving way, and he knows that.

-When you and the girls pull pranks he'll make all the other girls clean up the mess while he takes you to the side and gets onto you. They complain and ask why you don't have to do any cleaning, and Iida simply says he's scolding you extra for what you've done.

-And when he catches you sneaking into 1-A's dorm to hang out with the ladies in his class, he just tells you to be out by curfew and not to get in trouble

I hope this was okay, I'm working to get done with a couple other things too, so this was short and sweet. Would y'all like to see more Iida soon? Lmk!!

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Scott Tenorman x Reader - YOU HAVE UNO

CW: Nothing at all this is from my wattpad, i’m working on a really long story, so here you go for now! this is back from when south park was like “trendy” 😭

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"Hey, you guys wanna play UNO?" You say into the mic to your friends (the 9th graders).

"I don't have UNO, fuck off," says Scott.

"What do you mean?? You have UNO it comes with your X Box." 

"I DON'T HAVE UNO, DIPSHIT!" He yells at you.

You sigh and mutter, "I'm going to get a soda," then walk away.

"Yeah, go get one," he says in a rude tone.

"THAT'S WHAT I'M DOING YOU DUMB ASS!"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP," Scott yells.

"Well I got my drink, so now let's just chill out, and play UNO," you say tiredly.

"I SAID I DON'T HAVE UNO USE YOUR EARS," he shouted.

"YOU DO HAVE UNO SO SHUT THE HELL UP!"

"BRO, I HAVE THE OLDEST XBOX KNOWN TO MAN AND I DON'T HAVE IT!"

"Y'all calm down it's not that deep," your other friend says, "let's just play another game."

"I WANNA PLAY UNO SO NO, FUCK YOU GUYS," you yell at them.

"WELL THEN GO PLAY IT BY YOURSELF," Scott hissed and threw something across his room.

"Are you stupid? I can't play UNO by myself. Jeez, you're an idiot," you reply.

"DON'T CALL ME FUCKING STUPID YOU BITCH!" 

"You know what? Let's just play, like, DBD or Fortnite or sum.." Your friend insisted.

...

"Yeah, sure, whatever," You and Scott both say in agreement.

A few minutes later you've been playing Fortnite for a while and suddenly Scott screams.

"HOLY SHIT I DIED!"

You murmured, "Loser."

"I'm not a loser."

"Uhhh, Y/N you probably shouldn't say that," one of your friends said.

"THAT'S WHAT HE GETS FOR NOT PLAYING UNO," you scream.

And Scott screamed right back, "I DON'T HAVE UNO I FUCKING CAN'T... AND SOMEONE COME REVIVE ME."

"Say please."

"Are you serious?" he asked.

"Say please," you smirk.

He could hear the smile in your voice.

Scott whispered slowly, "...Please."

After a pause you say, "Please, what?"

"CAN SOMEONE ELSE COME GET ME? I'M ABOUT TO DIE."

"You know who else is dead?" you say as you chuckle.

"Don't. You. Dare."

"YOUR MO-"

"OKAY GUYS CHILL OUT!" One of your friends chimed in, "I got you man."

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Cheers, love! The cavalry's queer! 🏳️‍🌈

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guys i’m never writing a male x male reader fanfic again i wrote one and two of my gay guy friends literally bashed my head into a wall it was so embarrassing im gonna cry

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Tenya Iida x Rebellious!Reader

CW: No smut, just silliness!! Short fic where u meet him I'll make a pt.2. Very flustered Iida, Denki and Mineta as dating coaches, (what could go wrong) and a terrible pick up line.

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Class 1-A was always goofing off. Everyone took them the most serious but they were a bunch of weirdos. To me, at least, and most of my peers in Class 1-B. I was walking down the hallway with my undershirt unbuttoned at the top and no tie. The school uniform didn't mean anything to the teachers here, but sadly it meant something to Class 1-A's stickler president, Tenya Iida. He's always targeting me. Is he always on someones case, too? Sure, but he bothers me extra. I'm pretty sure he hates me, but whatever. I don't even know the guy.

Speak of the devil, I turn a corner and see Iida’s back facing me, talking to two other boys. The blonde one had a big smile on his face, but the tiny one looked upset.

"Hey, there she is now! You should probably-" the smaller guy started until someone slapped their hand over his mouth. I knew that was Kyoka Jirou, I'd talked to her before. She's one of the only cool people in Class 1-A. She whispered something to him and walked away, saying, "Hey, (Y/N)," as she passed me. I waved at her and kept walking towards the three men, though I was worried I would get scolded by Iida for my uniform. I pass them and almost make it around the corner before..

"Excuse me," Iida says in his big, booming, serious voice.

I spin on my heels and cross my arms, "Yeah, whaddaya want?" I watch him tense up and lower his head. His short friend elbows his leg, and the taller one says 'you got this!'

He doesn't say anything and just stares downward for awhile.

"The hells wrong with your friend?" I ask the other two and point at Iida, "If it's about my uniform I'll button it up but I don't have a tie." His friends mumble some words I can't hear, and Iida finally looked up at me. He made intense eye contact with his darting blue eyes, like he had something to prove.

"I was wondering.." his voice is much less powerful now, but still serious enough, "Would you happen to have a Band-Aid?"

"Eh? Why don't you go ask the nurse for something like that-"

His voice is clear and the power is back, "It's only that, I've scraped my knee falling for you!"

"Uh, what's that?" I say in complete shock. He can't be serious. Why in the world would Tenya say something like that to me??

He looks back at the ground, "I-i only wanted you to know that earlier I couldn't decide which is prettier.. the weather, or your eyes."

I scratch the back of my head. The boys behind him look so proud of themselves. Well, the boy is cute, but the lines are certainly something.

"You're being serious?" I question him.

He nods his head slowly and the boys nod their heads and give me thumbs ups.

"Hm.. that's cute. Thank you, Iida,” I smile and tilt my head.

"P-please, call me Tenya! And I appreciate your kind words!" He bows and I narrow my eyes.

"You know, Tenya, if you're gonna hit on me anyway, you don't have to be so formal," my smile widens as the blush on his face gets even brighter.

I walk away from the three of them and before I turn the corner really this time, I have to ask, "I'm off the hook, right? You're not gonna report me for my clothes today? I'd hope not, I'm beginning to like you," I smile and wink, then walk away.

"She's totally hot!!" scream the boys who aren't Tenya. Well, he's probably too nervous to even say anything and even then he's not as loud as those two idiots.

I can almost hear that stupid hand motion in his voice when he exclaims, "I just ‘hit on’ a pretty girl!"

Spoke too soon, I guess.

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me (the lucio) and my well deserved play of the game

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The Projectionist x Reader

CW: Rough sex, tentacles, sort of non-human character

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It was dark. There was one light illuminating the stairs I walked down. I stepped down and my feet were surrounded by thick gooey ink. I clutched the pipe in my hand to my chest.

-Whirrrr-

I snap my head around. ‘What was that?” I think to myself. I walk down the last stair and drag my shoes through the ink. I’m startled when i see another light source around the corner.

-Whirrrr-

The noise was louder now. I run as fast as I can to hide behind a wooden wall. I peak through to see a.. floating projector? No, it’s on top of a body, but it’s covered in ink. I watch as it walks away then sneak past the corner. I just need to find more ink hearts, then I can get out of here. I tread through the ink and break down a slab of wood blocking my path. I take a small step and slip on the wood that fell to the floor. Though I try to stop myself with my hands, it’s futile. My face, knees, and hands are now covered partly by the pitch black ink. I try to recover, but can’t see anything at all. I feel around for my pipe, and try to wipe my eyes.

-Whirrrr-

The noise. It’s back. I flail my hands around in an attempt to grab onto anything. A wall, a slab of wood, something. I finally feel the cold metal of my pipe and stand up. I run as fast as I can, trying to get away. Every step I take is slurred by the ink below me. I hear the creature approaching behind me, and fast. I turn the corner in hopes of losing him and keep sprinting. I turn back around to see the creature still behind me.

-WHAM-

Another piece of wood. It was strategically placed and thick enough to seriously bruise anyone who ran into it. I look back and see it getting closer, not slowing down even though i wasn’t going anywhere. The whirring noise gets even louder and pounds on my ear drums. I cover my ears and look away, knowing I would die.

Then it gets quiet. Not completely quiet but the whirring is not there any more. Just white noise. I turn slowly to look behind me and see the projector just in front of my face. I couldn’t move. I was frozen in fear and my ankles still hurt like hell.

“P-please, let me go,” I manage to mutter. This is the scariest encounter I’ve had in this place so far. Sure, i’ve been chased by the ink demon, but it’s never gotten this close. The creature runs its finger along my face. It seemed curious, as if it’d never seen a human before. It looks me up and down, then tilts its head. I tilt my head back. I could try to relate to this thing? Maybe then it’ll let me live.

The monster grabs my face and angles it up to look at him. I squint at the bright light of the projector and pull away. It pulls its hand away and flinches. Did I startle it? I reach my shaky hand out and place it on top of its head. I pat the projector and it calms down.

“You can understand me, then?” I ask

It nods its head.

“Are you going to kill me?”

It doesn’t respond, but the tape glitches and it’s light flickers.

Not sure what to do, I close my eyes and throw my head back. I hear the low whirring of the projector in front of me, and it becomes soothing rather than frightening. I almost doze off before the ground starts to shake.

“The Ink Demon!”

I look deeply into the creatures light.

“Please, help me. I can’t walk at all, I don’t want to die, please.”

I feel a cold hand grab my waist and scoop me up. The creature holds me in his arms and starts to run. I peek over his shoulder and see the much larger monster behind us. My heart is racing faster than ever. THIS is the scariest moment i’ve had in this place so far. My life is in the hands of another, and an ink being at that. The creature opens the door to a Little Miracle Station and gently sets me down. I hold on to the wall and manage to keep myself up. It hesitates to come in with me.

“What are you doing? He’ll kill you! Please, come in here with me, don’t try and fight him!”

It shakes its projector head profusely. I look behind it and the demon is almost here. I impulsively pull the creature by its arm and shut the door.

It was dark and cold. I held on to the creature next to me for support. It wrapped its hands around me. I’d assume this was an attempt to warm me up, but the cold, wet ink its body was made of didn’t really help. I see the ink demon looking around, then approach the door. I put a finger over my lips to shush it, then cover the light of its projector with my hand. The demon peers in, but sees nothing, and goes away.

“Fuck my life,” I say and drop to the ground. “Thank you, projector head. You saved me.”

The creature pulls a piece of cardboard and hands it to me. It was a box to the vhs for the movie The Projectionist.

“What’s this?”

It points to the title, then points to itself.

“You’re ‘The Projectionist’?”

It nods.

“Alright, Projectionist. Let’s get out of here.”

I stand up and reach for the handle, but it stops me. It grabs both my wrists and spins me back around so i’m close.

“W-what are you doing?”

It collects both my wrists above my head in one hand and starts to explore my body with the other. It trails its hand down my back and squeezes my ass.

“Hey, what the hell?”

It pushes me against the wall and starts to rub its hands on my chest. They’re cold and I feel my nipples start to perk up. I can’t believe i’m really doing this. I mean, i’m getting freaky with the shit you write with! It’s already happening, and i don’t think this guy has any plans of stopping.

“Ngh~ so.. w-what’s that ink do?” I look up at it with a look of lust on my face, testing just how much he would do. Then I feel something creep up my leg. I look down to see ink rising off his body in a tentacle like form. One starts to rise right where his dick would be, and it starts to wrap around my thigh. I can’t help but moan at the feeling of it against me. The Projectionist uses its hands to take off my shorts which are still covered in ink from earlier. As soon as they’re off, the eager tentacle starts rubbing against me. I moan out loud as my pussy gets even more soaked. The wet tentacle slips around on my clit and I grind against it.

The Projectionist roughly flips me around. I feel two of tentacles spread my legs slightly, with my hands still above my head. It swiftly slaps my ass and then I feel its slippery makeshift cock poke against me.

“P-put it in already, please.”

It quickly complies, trying to ram himself into me. I choke on my spit.

“Hrk-! You can’t be so rough with me, especially in this state! Go slow, okay?”

It hesitantly nods, careful not to hurt me this time. I feel it slip in and I moan, throwing my head back.

“Just like that, baby.”

I feel the tentacle stiffen up inside me. Its free hand grabs my waist and pulls me towards it. I hear it’s tape glitch and the lights flicker again.

“Someone’s excited,” I say, teasing it. “Don’t worry, i’m not going anywhere.”

I feel the ink twitch inside me again, then the Projectionist starts to thrust inside me. It’s very careful with every move.

“There you go.. you can speed up a bit, baby.”

It starts ramming my pussy the same as before, roughly thrusting and hitting my womb. It felt amazing, the tentacle squirming inside me as he fucks.

“Oh, yes, be a good boy and keep doing it like that.

I arch my back and thrust against it too. I feel my orgasm rising, the knot in my stomach loosens.

“S-so do you like cum ink?” I ask it. I guess it’s preoccupied right now.

It’s lights start to flicker. The whirring gets loud and inconsistent. I can’t help but to let out a sharp moan every time it thrusts or I feel the tentacle twitch inside me. A clapping noise starts to fill the room as it pushes even harder. It lets go of my hands, and I place them on the wall. It grabs my hair and uses it to fuck me even harder, then trails its other hand down to my clit. I shake as it rubs against me with its cold hand.

“Fuck, you’re really good at this~!”

I squeeze my pussy tightly on the tentacle as I cum. The semen seeps down on my legs and I pant, trying to recover. The Projectionist pulls out and I whine, partly hoping it would creampie my sloppy cunt. It strokes the tentacle, not looking away from my body. The whirring starts to get loud again and its lights flicker rapidly. It lets out a whimper-like noise and sprays ink all over my back. It was super gross and got my hole soaked again.

“That got you tired, baby? Maybe I could stay here for a bit and cuddle with you, okay?” I bring it down to sit with me and hug it.

The Projectionist hums against my neck and squeezes my thigh. This probably isn’t my last round of tonight...

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Luigi x Dunk Tank Clown!Reader

Ik that’s gotta sound incredibly goofy but hear me out: Luigi’s a timid, kind, sweetheart, always nervous, who likes green. And what’s the opposite of that? A loud, rude, asshole shouting insults at people and covered in red.

reader is gender neutral, written in 1st person

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“You seem like a guy who can’t throw!” I shout at a man wearing a red hat. “Wanna publicly embarrass yourself in an attempt to make me look like an idiot?” Easiest tactic in the book, i’d learned. Doubt them.

He shakes his head and keeps walking, but I see he has a girl behind him. “Ohhhh, I get it. You don’t wanna embarrass yourself in front of your lady friend. No, no, I get it, we all got our strengths and weaknesses,” I rest my chin on my hand and wait.

3..2..1.

There the man in the red hat is giving 2 dollars to my manager, and collecting three rubber balls in his hand.

“I knew you would come around!” I wave at him. As he got ready to throw you saw another man behind him. He had a green hat, just like the other guy. And a big fluffy mustache. And pretty blue eyes. And nice arms. And-

I’m snapped out of my daydreaming by the first ball being thrown. Doesn’t even hit the target. I stifle a laugh.

“Hey, mustache, you’re aiming for the big red thing, right here, got it?”

He throws it again. It hits it, but not hard enough.

“Third times a charm, eh? Don’t worry, I believe in you.”

He throws it again, way harder this time. Still didn’t cut it.

“Close, but no cigar. Who dares challenge me next. How about you, pretty girl?” You pointed to the girl. She had long blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail.

She slams two bucks down right next to my manager.

“Woah, chill out on Bobby, he just works here!” I say, in justice of my manager.

She launches the first ball, doesn’t hit the target, but dents the cardboard wall behind me. Honestly, it scared me, but she can’t know that.

“Hey, not bad, little more aim might help you, though.”

She throws the ball again, this time hitting the target, but she sacrificed her power this time so she could aim better.

“That throw has me wondering who wears the pants in this relationship, huh? You’re already doing better than mustache over there.” Girls don’t do this as much as guys, so i’m trying to get Big Red to come back and try again.

She throws the last ball, and again, no dice.

“You guys are perfect for each other, huh?” I say tilting my head. I lean back, closing my eyes. I hear the mustached man mumble, “Let’s get out of here.”

“Wait.”

I open one of my eyes and see the man in green giving my manager two bucks.

“Well, well, I guess a real man finally stepped up to challenge me,” I wink. Best part of my job: I can flirt with people and they’ll think i’m joking every time.

He throws the first ball, not too hard. As cute as he was, I have to do my job.

“We’re going for a throw here, not a toss, princess,” I’m still laid back, especially after that throw.

He throws the second one even harder, hitting the target directly and sending me into the water. I wasn’t expecting it at all. I stand up and reach the surface quickly, gasping. But when I came up, all three of them were gone.

“Bobby, I need a break,” I look over at my manager seriously.

“But, (Y/N) this is your 4th one today!”

“I’m a grown adult, Bobby! And plus,” I shake myself off and dry myself with a towel trying not to mess up my waterproof makeup, “When love runs away, a man’s gotta chase it.”

“Oh, god. Go get ‘em,” he responds apathetically.

I quickly dry off my hair, and look at myself in the mirror. Shitty, as always. I search all around the fair, by the ferris wheel, by the roller coasters, by the prize games. Then I look over by the food, to see the man in green eating a candy apple. He was smiling and licking it like a little kid. It was pretty adorable, to be honest.

“You really gave me a run for my money, huh?” I joke, startling him.

“Oh, you’re the cl-clown from earlier.. I guess, yeah.” He spoke in such a soft tone. I had tuned out all the other noises of the fair, just listening to him.

“I’m sorry if I startled you. And I ain’t really a jerk, it’s just my job.”

“I get that. I could never do your job. I can barely tell waiters my order.”

I giggle at him, “So are you from around here, or just visiting?”

“My brother, his girlfriend and I are on vacation here. We’re staying at the Holiday Inn just a couple blocks away.” Makes sense that would be his brother.

“You’re in a hotel room all by yourself then?” I assumed. I probably sounded super creepy asking this. “I mean you’re already third wheeling, why not sleep in their bed right in between them?”

He laughed at me, “Yeah, I thought it would be pretty awkward, so I got my own room.” I turn almost red at his laugh. It was so cute. And the fact that he’s laughing at my joke makes it even better.

“Hey, Lu!” His brother calls, not seeing you.

���Lu?” I question.

He shakes his head, “Just a nickname. My name’s Luigi.”

I was dazed for a second, then I heard footsteps getting closer.

“My name’s (Y/N), and I don’t think Big Red or his lady friend like me, so I’m gonna go,” I point to my booth. “But I’d be happy to keep you company in your hotel room, if you get lonely, Luigi.” I throw him a spare clown nose, and while he’s looking at it, I run away.

‘God, i’m so cool’ I think to myself. When i’m far enough away I look at Luigi, still in my line of sight. He’s smiling at the clown nose with my number on it. I feel my heart melt a little bit inside. Then he looks at me. And I run away faster than I ever have before.

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wanted to give him a fun outfit ✌️💖

my actual proposal for a kpop junkrat skin redesign:

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inspired by Talon drop ship small talk, a silly lil post made by @silveme that i loved so much i had to draw!

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idc if i dont normally post this i need yall to look at junkrats new emote right now