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Blind Date

Author: Bitsy83 (tumblr: @bitsy83)

Artist: stevetwisp (tumblr: @stevetwisp)

Summary: Ash has been set up on a blind date that is quickly going wrong. Can the night be salvaged by the unexpected help of a good friend?

There were a lot of things Ash had put up with over the years. She’d put up with rude subway passengers complaining about her quills. She had dealt with hecklers at her shows. And Lance had supplied her with more than enough headaches that she could care to remember. She even had been promised the chance of winning 100,000 dollars only to find out it was a scam, followed by a near death experience with almost drowning inside of the Moon theater.

All of that was nothing compared to what she was going through tonight.

Ever since Mr. Moon announced to the audience that she had been dumped by her boyfriend, her Aunt Ruth - a loving, but rather nosy porcupine who lived in the suburbs - made it her sole mission to get her niece back into the dating game by finding her a proper boyfriend. Ruth was part of a large knitting group that met every week. During one meeting, she had shared with her fellow knitters that her poor niece was nursing a broken heart and needed to find a knight in shinning armor to help her recover from her recent bout with depression. Ruth’s friends were more than happy to ask their many nephews, neighbors, and whomever they felt eligible to court the lovely porcupine…despite Ash’s numerous attempts to tell them it wasn’t necessary and she’d rather not get back into the dating game at this point.

Ash knew from the start this date was going to be a disaster. First off, the mother of Ash’s “date” had already gone ahead and made the reservations for a Tex-Mex restaurant and she hated Tex-Mex. She loved spicy food, but for some reason anything south of the border (or close to it) always left her feeling nauseated and would haunt her for the remainder of the evening. Second, her date’s name was Stewart and was not the most charming porcupine on the planet. In fact, she swore he was some sort of beaver with really strong hair gel. He dressed a bit like a stereotypical hipster, complete with black-rimmed glasses, flannel shirt covering a tee that had a T-rex playing guitar, and a stocking cap that fit surprisingly well over his quilled head. This was due to the fact that he suffered from chronic quill loss and every now and then, a few would quills would pop out and fall to the floor. But the absolute worse thing about this date is that Stewart hated anything mainstream, confirming Ash’s suspicious of his hipster appearance. Ash appreciated indie rock and even went to some underground bands while she was dating Lance, but she still liked current bands and singers. While trying to break the ice with Stewart, she had let it slip that Fur-Out Boy was one of her favorite bands, which sent him on a rant for ten minutes of how they became the biggest sellouts in all music history.

She was ready to bail before they had even ordered their food.

Ash just gripped her menu, pretending to look at the entrees when really she was trying to figure out what to do to get out of this. She was hating every second and knew it was only going to get worse the longer she stayed there. She tried to be friendly with Stewart for her aunt’s sake, but he was making it impossible. She silently scolded herself for not telling Meena or Rosita she had a date that night and to plan an emergency text or phone call to give her an excuse to leave. She thought of faking an illness, but she had a feeling that Stewart would see right though that. Still, looking at the entrees the menu had to offer, she probably didn’t have to do much faking.

“Ash? Ash!”

“What?” She quickly put down the menu to see that Stewart had been addressing her.

“I asked if you found anything good,” he said, pulling a few stray quill from under his cap and letting them drop on the floor.

“Oh, um, I was thinking of going light tonight. You know, just a salad or something.”

Stewart scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Typical girl. Always worried about your figure; too afraid to try anything bold or exciting.”

“What’s wrong with salads?”

“I’m just saying you girls are always freaking out if you eat a sugar cube or something and think you’ll explode into some blimp. Hate to break this to you, but if you thinking eating ‘low fat’ foods is saving you calories, they stuff those things with sugar to make up for the fat loss, so you’ve probably already been suckered.”

Ironically, Ash already knew about the controversy with “low-fat” foods and was well aware of this. “I don’t actually…” she started to say, but Stewart wasn’t done.

“Who cares what diet snobs and conglomerate organizations think of your food choices?” he continued, closing his menu. “Just eat what you want.”

“Ok…I want to eat a salad.”

Stewart looked at Ash as if she had grown an extra head. “Did you hear what I just said?”

“Really wish I didn’t,” Ash muttered, putting her face behind the menu again.

Stewart then reached over and lowered the menu. “Hey, maybe you should let me order for you, huh? You seem a bit confused on what you want.”

“I already told you want I wanted,” she said, trying to hide her annoyance.

“Like I said: confused. But, hey, you want a salad, go ahead and get a salad. You probably don’t want to to be too bloated for later anyway.”

Ash looked up, cocking an eyebrow. “What’s going on later? You wanted to go see a movie or something?” Ash almost hoped that’s what he meant. Seeing a movie would mean they wouldn’t have to talk to each other, unless he liked to nitpick every mistake on the screen. She could tell this was the type of guy who’d watch a trailer halfway through, then flood the comment section with critiques complete with bad spelling.

Stewart leaned forward and wiggled his eyebrows. “I was thinking something more…private.”

Ash leaned back, trying to create as much space between them sitting down. She really did not like where this was going. “How private are we talking here?”

“Maybe your place? I’d suggest mine, but the walls are pretty thin in my parent’s basement and…”

“Ok, stop!” Ash snapped, throwing up her paws to silence the forward porcupine. “Dude, are you serious? We just met! I barely remember your last name.”

“So? Why should we let society tell when we can or can’t? We’re animals, remember? We gotta do as nature commands. Besides, I thought you rocker chicks were kinda, ya know, ready and willing?”

Ash felt her face go red. Not even Lance went this far, this fast on their first date. She wanted to strangle this weirdo, but there were security cameras around and she was pretty sure there was a cop in the booth next to them. The last thing she needed was to be tried with murder in the first degree. Still, what could she do? If she stormed out, then someone was bound to record it and she’d be on every social media page on the Internet. Then people would be stretching the truth and Stewart would probably twist the situation around. And what would her aunt Ruth say? Obviously, staying there wasn’t an option. She could try to get out through the fire exit near the bathroom, but what if it was alarmed? She needed some way to escape before…

“Ash?”

The familiar voice snapped Ash out of her panic attack. She looked up to see the most beautiful sight she had ever laid eyes on: Johnny. He was approaching their table, carrying a plastic bag filled with various items she couldn’t identify.

“Johnny!” she proclaimed, grateful for the distraction. “What are you doing here?”

“I was gonna ask you the same thing,” he said. “Why aren’t you at the theater? Mr. Moon wanted us there at six for warm-ups.”

“Uh, excuse me,” Stewart said, clearly upset at being interrupted. “Ash, who is this guy?”

Before Ash could answer, Johnny was already extending his hand. “Oh, sorry mate. Name’s Johnny; I’m a friend of Ash here. We both work at the Moon Theater.”

Stewart reluctantly shook Johnny’s hand, which practically covered half his arm, then looked back at Ash. “Oh, I see. This is a, uh, ‘buddy’ of yours, Ashy?” Even without the air quotes, Ash knew what Stewart meant and was about to grab the knife in front of her when she felt Johnny’s hand on her shoulder, calming her instantly.

“So, yeah, Mr. Moon sent out a group text to everyone this morning about tomorrow’s rehearsal being changed to tonight. Something about last minute plans or whatever. Anyway, I was just getting some tucker for later and I just happened to see you from the street. I figured you probably didn’t get the memo.”

Ash just stared at Johnny. She knew he was lying since Mr. Moon rarely texted anyone. He was an old-fashioned phone call kind of marsupial. Besides, he just recently got a flip phone that made texting close to impossible.

Then Johnny sent a subtle hint by darting his eyes to the door, then back to her. Catching on, she played along.

“Oh, right!” Ash said, giving her forehead a light smack. “I totally blanked on that. I’m sorry, Stewart, but I’m gonna have to bail - I mean, go. Come on, Johnny! Let’s hurry before you get a ticket for being double-parked. Bye!”

“Cheers, mate,” said Johnny, following Ash.

“W-wait a second!” exclaimed Stewart. “Who’s gonna pay for dinner?”

“I’m sure you’ll think of something,” Ash called back.

Before Stewart could try anything else, Johnny and Ash were already clear out of the restaurant. Ash wasted no time in searching for Johnny’s truck. “Where are you parked?” she asked.

“’Round the corner. This way,” he said, leading her down the street.

Once they found the truck and were both securely inside, they took a minute to breathe, then busted out laughing. “Oh man, that was close!” said Ash.

“Yeah,” said Johnny putting the bag on the seat between them. “So, what was that? A bad blind date or something?”

“Bad is putting it lightly,” said Ash. “My aunt set me up with him. She figured I needed help moving on from Lance. I swear, if you hadn’t come in…hey, why are you here, anyway?”

Johnny blushed slightly and scratched the back of his neck. “Yeah, well, I was actually just stopping off at the store to get some groceries and I happened to see you from the sidewalk. From the look on your face, you needed some backup. Hope I wasn’t intruding. I mean, I know how independent you are and…”

Ash raised her paws, hushing Johnny. “No, no! You were great. I knew this date was going to bomb from the first second I laid eyes on that loser. So…yeah, you were awesome. Thank you.” Ash reached over and gave Johnny’s arm a gentle squeeze. She felt his muscles tighten up a bit, possibly due to nerves. Sensing the awkwardness, she quickly removed her paw. “Sorry…” she muttered.

“It’s alright…” he muttered back. For awhile, they just sat there, trying figure out what to do next.

“So…” Johnny said, finally breaking the tension. “You planning anything else tonight? It’s still pretty early.”

Ash shrugged. “Go home, I guess. I think I still got some leftover mac and cheese in the fridge I could heat up.”

“You haven’t eaten yet?”

“Nah. Apparently, ordering salads is frowned upon from whatever planet that jerk was from. That, and I can’t stand Tex-Mex so I doubt I would’ve found anything edible.”

“Well…what’re your thoughts on Asian?”

Ash cocked an eyebrow as she looked up at the gorilla. “I’m rather partial to it. What did you have in mind?”

“Well, I was heading for this place that has really good Dim-Sum. If you want, we could get a table and just…you know, hang. Would…you like to get some Dim-Sum?”

It was obvious Johnny was trying to make a little rhyme joke. Normally, Ash would roll her eyes at what she would consider a “dad joke,” but she smiled. This was Johnny; he was too adorable to chastise.

“I’d love some,” she said, trying to continue the pun.

Johnny immediately brightened. “Great! Then let’s go get some.”

“Johnny…”

“Right. Last one. Promise.”

Johnny was not kidding about the restaurant. It was called The Lotus Garden and was located next to the boardwalk. It had a lovely interior with paintings of ancient China and even paper lanterns hanging over the tables. The waitress - a slender grey cat - seemed to recognize Johnny and when he introduced Ash to her, she couldn’t help but giggle with a broad grin on her face. Clearly, she didn’t know this was just an impromptu dinner with a friend. Johnny took the liberty of ordering, since Ash had never been there before. Normally, whenever she got Chinese, it was always lo mein or some kind of wanton soup. He had ordered a couple of lettuce wraps with a rice-and-vegetable filling, followed by some soup steamed buns. They were the most delicious thing Ash had ever tasted. The moist buns were filled with a steamy savory broth that melted in her mouth. It was flavorful without being overwhelming. The lettuce wraps gave her a bit of trouble since she wasn’t sure what to do with them. Thanks to Johnny’s guidance, using lettuce leaves as a makeshift burrito made the meal strangely enjoyable.

“Got to hand it to you, Johnny,” said Ash as she was finishing the last bun. “That really hit the spot.”

Johnny chuckled, using the napkin to wipe the corners of his mouth. “Figured you’d like it.”

“Pouchong?”

Ash looked up to see the waitress had returned and was carrying an iron tea pot with two small cups without handles.

“Oh yes, please,” said Johnny, clearing a space for the platter. The waitress nodded and set the tea set in front of them, then collected their dishes. She gave them a small nod and took the plates back to the kitchen.

“What exactly is this?” Ash asked.

“Pouchong,” said Johnny, pouring the steaming liquid into the cups. “It’s a type of oolong tea. I normally get a cup after dinner; helps with digestion, you know? Here.” Johnny delicately picked up the cup and handed it to Ash. Taking it with both paws, she sniffed it before taking a small sip. It had a sweet, flowery taste. Ash was never one for tea since coffee was her drink of choice, but she found herself enjoying it.

“This is pretty good,” said Ash, taking another sip.

“They sell it at the front counter, if you want to take some home,” Johnny suggested.

“Yeah, don’t really own any teapots, but thanks.” It didn’t take long for Ash to finish her first cup and motioned for Johnny to pour her some more. “I take it you’re a regular here?”

Johnny shrugged while setting the pot down. “Yeah. Dad and I found it after we moved here. We always just ordered from the takeout menu. He never liked eating in the restaurant because…well, he didn’t want people spotting him.” And then Johnny’s face fell and went silent.

Ash knew why. It was hard for Johnny to bring up his dad. When she first found out that Marcus “Big Daddy” Greystone was Johnny’s father, she had a hard time making connection. Sure they were both gorillas who happened to be from England, but she couldn’t imagine a sweet guy like Johnny being the son of a gang leader. Proof that fruit can fall far from the tree, she suspected. It wasn’t long before the rest of the theater family found out, but they still loved Johnny and treated him with the same dignity and respect they always had.

“Are…are you ok?” she asked, reaching over and squeezing his hand. “I didn’t mean to…”

“No no, it’s fine. Really,” said Johnny, patting her hand. “I mean, it’s not like it’s a big secret. But, yeah, I started actually having dinners here after my dad went to…well, went away. Beats going back to an empty garage, doesn’t it?”

Ash nodded, knowing all too well. Going back to an empty apartment that still had memories of Lance wasn’t easy after the breakup. Still, the apartment had to be a much cozier home than a big empty garage and she always had the option to get a new roommate. Johnny couldn’t get another father…

“But it’s not so bad,” said Johnny, suddenly perking up a bit. “I visit him every other day and we’re really starting to work things out. He’s agreed to finish his sentence, he’s actually getting along well with the other inmates. He’s even participating in one of those “ “scared straight” programs for teens to stay on the right track. Trust me, he’s perfect for that. When my dad talks, you listen. No exceptions.”

“Any word of when his parole is?”

Johnny did a rough calculation in his head before answering. “I think the last I heard was about eight months from now? So by September, maybe?”

Ash nodded, then lifted her cup. “Then, best luck to your dad and here’s hoping for an early parole.”

Johnny smiled and lightly clinked his tea cup with hers. “Cheers.”

“Well, I had a wonderful time tonight,” said Ash, finishing her tea. “Thanks again for…you know, everything.”

“My pleasure.”

It was a strange moment. They both sat there, staring into each others eyes, all the while Ash trying to make sense of what was happening. She knew it wasn’t a date. At least, not an official one. Then why did she want it to be? They were just friends. Weren’t they? She was about to say something when the waitress returned with a couple of fortune cookies. Johnny was expecting the receipt when cat just shook her head. “On top of house,” she said with her heavy Chinese accent.

“Oh no, please,” said Johnny pulling out wallet. “I can pay.”

But the cat shook her head. “On house. Photo?”

Johnny glanced over at Ash and chuckled nervously. “I, uh, think she wants to know if we want our picture taken. You know, to…”

“Commemorate the moment?” Ash asked with a grin. She then pulled out her phone. “Sure, why not? Kinda want a memento, anyway.”

After setting the phone to camera mode and handing it to the waitress, Ash brought her chair closer to Johnny and they leaned in to pose. Ash had to stand on the chair to be the same height as Johnny and placed her arm on his shoulder. After the picture was taken, Ash took the phone back to see the results. It looked pretty good: Johnny wore a handsome smile and Ash, much to her surprise, looked pretty happy too. Normally, she had to force her smile since she hated having her picture taken. Here, it looked natural. Probably because it was.

After the cat left, Johnny decided to break open his fortune cookie. “Let’s see. Today is the day to show someone you care.”

“Well, I guess that one already came true,” said Ash, breaking open her cookie. “Don’t let past mistakes keep you from making future discoveries.” Ash thought about that for a moment. She had made a lot of mistakes, especially in regards to Lance. Obviously, the breakup gave her the freedom to write her own song and go solo. But what if it also meant…

“So, you ready to go?” Johnny was standing next to her, offering his hand.

She quickly shook away the thought and took his hand. “Yeah, sure.”

Once they got out of the restaurant, Johnny and Ash headed to the train station which was just around the corner. He offered to drive her home, but since she had a yearly train pass and lived on the other side of town, she was ok with going by her usual route. As they walked to the station, Ash looked up at the night sky. The moon was full and stars twinkled like diamonds, signifying a beautiful evening.

They sat together on the bench, awaiting the next train, which would be by in a few minutes. “This night certainly turned out better than I expected,” she said, swinging her feet back and forth.

“Glad to hear that,” said Johnny. “You know, if you’re aunt decides to play matchmaker again, you can put me down as an emergency contact. I don’t mind.”

Ash laughed. “Nah, I think I’m good with just one blind date; I’ll just have to be straight when I tell that to Ruth.”

“Do you…do you want to start dating again?”

Ash fiddled with her purse strap. “Honestly, I don’t think my heart’s made a full recovery yet, you know? I only did this so my aunt would get off my back. Right now, I’d rather just focus on my music; maybe even start a band. I already know a bassist and a drummer wouldn’t be too hard to find.”

Johnny nodded, kicking a small pebble onto the tracks. “Well, whatever you decide, I hope it works out for you. I really do.”

“Appreciate that. You know, if you want, I could come by the garage some time and keep you company. I’ll bring my guitar and we could jam out or whatever.”

Johnny’s face instantly lit up. Apparently, he liked the idea of having any kind of company on days he wasn’t needed at the theater. “I’d love that, actually. It’s got plenty of space, so the acoustics would sound amazing.”

“That’s what I’m hoping for. So, would Wednesday be ok?”

“Sure! Uh, maybe after one? I tend to hit the gym in the morning.”

Ash smiled. “It’s a date.”

She then stood upon the bench and, once she was eye level with Johnny, put her arms around his neck and hugged him. His neck was so thick, she could barely make her fingers touch. She felt him return the hug, making sure to be careful of her quills. Ash never felt so secure in someone’s arms before. Lance was always so half-hearted with his hugs, being that he hated public displays of affection. Even when they were alone, he thought cuddling was stupid. Then again, Johnny wasn’t Lance, so of course it was better. Much better.

She pulled away took to look into his eyes. They were such a warm, chestnut brown and Johnny was so handsome. Why hadn’t she noticed it before? Without stopping to think, she leaned over and kissed his cheek, causing Johnny to let out a small gasp. His cheeks turned a subtle red before he looked down at his shoes, a small grin spreading on his face.

Just then, a loud whistle broke the silence as the train pulled into the station.

Ash once again smiled at Johnny and patted his shoulder. “Night, Johnny,” she said and hopped off the bench.

“Y-yeah, night.”

When she boarded the train, she took one last look at Johnny as he gave her a small wave goodbye. The image was ruined as the doors closed, blocking him from view. The train took a sudden lurch and started moving again. It wasn’t hard finding a place to sit since there were barely any passengers riding the train at that hour. Once she was comfortable, she thought about what she had gone through tonight.

There was no doubt that the night started horribly. She knew it would, even before she met Stewart. And yet, had it not been for that nightmarish blind date, she’d had never had met up with Johnny. She would never have discovered how much she loved his company.

Discovery. She pulled out her phone and called up the photo from the Lotus Garden. The porcupine and the gorilla in the picture certainly looked happy together. Then she thought about her fortune: Don’t let past mistakes stop you from making future discoveries.

Ash didn’t want to think too much about the future or look too far in the past. She was perfectly fine in the present. As she listened to the hum of the train taking her home, she closed her eyes and sighed happily, inadvertently pressing her phone against her heart.

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Ali: didn't impregnate myself Ali: look at Caleb! Carly: and drew Carly: wont see him Ali: Clearly its his thing too Ali: but he's more about the before than after yeah Ali: he can't stay away forever Ali: he wouldn't leave Meena Carly: youre smart Carly: if i go there he cant avoid me Ali: Exactly Ali: Camp out Ali: Ana will help you with the baby shit if you like Carly: why Carly: she doesnt know me Ali: Because she's a good person Ali: plus she's a social worker, it what she do Ali: and she knows Drew better than most, she raised him Ali: worth a shot Carly: shes not his mum Carly: but she can take this kid Ali: yeah she's better than Ali: is that what you want? Ali: she'll discuss it with you, make sure you both get what's best Carly: im not talking to her Carly: she can take it or not Ali: No one will just take her with no questions asked Carls Ali: for your welfare and the kids Carly: im not answering a social workers questions Ali: They're not entitled to judge you Ali: She won't Ali: and as far as drugs are concerned, if you want to give the baby up then literally none of their business at all after that Ali: and if you did decide to keep her then they work with you Ali: they're not gonna just shop you, it ain't like that Carly: make me go to rehab is how its like Carly: fuck no Ali: They can't make you Ali: there's no point Ali: you can only get sober if that's what you want Carly: my mum and dad'll make me Carly: i know theyre gonna Ali: well, where the fuck are they now? Ali: if they're so concerned about you they'd be here Ali: actually supporting you Carly: theyll come when they find out about her Carly: i never told them Ali: Good, I hope they do Ali: but how did that happen Ali: how could I see and they didn't Ali: or Drew Carly: they dont come back Carly: drew did see thats why he left Ali: yeah but they must talk to you Ali: your mum has obviously been there how did she not clock something being up Ali: and not soon enough in Drew's case Carly: i call them if i need money Carly: they gotta think its why im calling now Ali: When do they call you? Carly: if i call and they didnt pick up Carly: unless theyre busy Ali: I see Ali: how's she doing? done feeding? Carly: sleeping Carly: how are yours? Ali: best feeling ever, right? Ali: much the same, its late here Ali: I'm pulling an all-nighter lowkey, finishing up some work Carly: i miss junie Carly: whatever your on for it gimme some Ali: i'd be creepy and snap him sleeping but no doubt the flash would wake his highness Ali: he misses you too, i'll get him to facetime Carly: aw Carly: go work bitch Carly: i shouldnt kept you this long Ali: don't be daft Ali: queen of multitasking Ali: and not just junie who misses you is it Ali: #massiveLESBIANcrush Carly: my tits are gonna go down Carly: snap me up now Ali: Trying, like Ali: make it facebook official Ali: that'll get the lads attention ey Ali: why else do it Carly: yea Carly: my parents too probs Carly: lapsed catholics Ali: be on the next plane over to get you back on the dick like Ali: i'll get on it #longdistancelesbians Ali: my ex gonna be so mad Carly: mine too Carly: wtf am i gonna do Carly: I dont want him to be an ex Ali: even though he's fucked you over like this? Carly: i fucked him over first Carly: i lied Ali: not really Ali: if anything, you lied to yourself Ali: but you didn't wanna hear it, couldn't Ali: and that makes sense Carly: cant block it out any more Carly: fuck Ali: it gets really real really fast Ali: doesn't it Ali: but you have got this Ali: i've got you, however i can, yeah? Carly: i dont want it to be Carly: i dont want it Carly: i cant do this Ali: okay, that's okay too Ali: but she isn't going to just go Ali: whether it was getting an abortion earlier or what you have to do now Ali: you have to do something Ali: there's no quick fix for it Ali: ana can get you in touch with the right people who will make it as easy as they can for you and her Ali: or my mum Carly: if i leave her she'll get found Carly: why does nobody ever call me back wtf Ali: Yeah but they'll still try to find you Ali: or Drew Ali: and his DNA will be on the system so Ali: and I reckon if they got to him, he'd sell you out Ali: when's the last time you slept? Carly: idk Carly: what day is it Ali: Tuesday Carly: sunday Carly: saturday Carly: idk Ali: fuck girl Ali: you shoulda been banking up on it before Carly: ha Carly: easy fix Carly: need my dealer Ali: not if your gonna be breastfeeding Ali: unless he gonna bring formula too Carly: i can go myself for that Carly: get a car Ali: you getting enough cash in, yeah? Carly: ha no Carly: no student loans for this bitch Ali: you'll have to look into getting help with that Ali: there's funds and shit, i'll find out the info Ali: that or tap Drew up for child maintenance Carly: yea cos hes declaring his earnings Carly: i wish hed talk to me Ali: exactly, bribe him like Ali: he's got a lot to lose Carly: hed never forgive me Carly: i cant Ali: but you can forgive him for all he does? Ali: got it bad honey Carly: yea Carly: its fucked Ali: is there anything he could do to make you stop loving him Carly: idk Carly: why Ali: cos you'd be happier if you didn't Ali: right Ali: like, he treats you like shit Carly: i wasnt happy before Carly: & he hasnt this whole time Carly: it got bad Carly: me too Ali: but you could be Ali: you don't have to give up hope of ever being Ali: and he did for the majority of the time though, that should outweigh the good Carly: with what Carly: this kid Carly: im not you Ali: no Ali: of being happy Ali: with just you Ali: or someone else who treats you better Carly: i dont have a job or friends here and i live in a caravan Carly: not gonna happen Ali: you can get both Ali: you're cool Carly: ha Carly: youre dreaming Carly: fucked the allnighter Ali: i'm not the only one Ali: and why not? Carly: drew says im a junkie Ali: what does he know Ali: and anyway, functioning junkie Ali: shits possible Carly: he knows me Carly: he loved me til i fucked it Ali: you haven't DONE anything Ali: a baby happened to you BOTH Ali: you're both reacting, right or wrong now, whatever Ali: and he probably still does but Ali: love ain't always enough Carly: why are you my friend? Ali: I said, you're cool Ali: funny, smart, nice, you already know i fancy you so no need to kiss arse any more, yeah? Ali: you're SO friendable, babe Carly: shoulda fallen for you Ali: yeah well, the tragedy of being straight and feelings not following logic Ali: sometimes, you gotta fuck feelings tho, do right by yourself Carly: i dont feel anything when he isnt here Carly: nothing happens Carly: cept today Ali: make stuff happen Ali: its only chaos darling Carly: youre not here either Carly: what am i gonna make happen on my own Carly: this shit Carly: idk Ali: what do you wanna make happen Ali: anything, however unlikely you think it is Carly: i want him to come back Carly: my parents too Carly: but none of them are Ali: can't control other people nah but you can do all YOU can to make it happen Ali: what would make him come back? who would he wanna be with? and you can try to talk to your 'rents and tell them what is up...longshot but maybe they don't realise how shitty they're being Carly: they're not Carly: theyre busy Carly: and im not a kid Ali: busy with what? Ali: living it up in spain? Ali: they kept you, you're their kid for life Ali: they don't get to peace at 16, 18 whatever the fuck Carly: they didnt vanish Carly: i know where they are Ali: yeah but they should be here rn Ali: you need them Ali: maybe if you ask, when they answer, they will come back Ali: i'm not slagging on 'em, its just facts Carly: i dont want to go live in spain Carly: fact is theyll try and force me Ali: well, they can't make ya, tell them why you wanna stay here Ali: they could still be supportive Ali: even if they're not physically with you every day like Carly: they wont let me stay for him Ali: okay...make something more parent friendly up then Ali: what they don't know won't hurt 'em Carly: youre so smart Ali: so i've been told Ali: with varying levels of sarcasm Carly: yea Carly: same Ali: You are though Ali: One of the many reasons we get along Carly: youre such a mum Carly: bigging me up like Ali: s'what i do best right Ali: shoulda been a cheerleader, fucking irish schools not letting me shine Carly: thats what schools do best Carly: be shit Ali: true dat Ali: even if my uni is pretty swish Ali: and full of nerds like me Carly: looks it Ali: still, miss the homeland like Carly: switch places Carly: shes crying again what does she want this time Carly: headfuck Ali: think its a bit too early for her to have shat, maybe wee but Ali: probably wanting her next feed Ali: you do it roughly every 2 hours for the first month Carly: ffs Carly: howd you get anything done with 3 of them Ali: ask myself the same question Ali: luckily they're not all on the tit 'cos form an orderly queue lads Carly: not getting my tit out again Ali: its that or formula run to get her to stop crying Carly: i cant put her in the car Carly: she'd fall out Ali: that solves that then honey Ali: get 'em out get 'em out get 'em out Carly: perv Ali: 🤷 Ali: single mum, gotta get my kicks where i can yo Carly: get fucked Carly: not offering Carly: one of the nerds would be up for it Ali: no need to tell me Ali: desperation station Ali: bless 'em Carly: do you go to class with your shoulders and knees out Ali: its boiling here, not even trying to be a shameless hussy Ali: can't be swooning erryday, got places to be, shitty bums to wipe Carly: yea Carly: cant steal that excuse myself Ali: sadly not Ali: can use breastfeeding though Ali: you're just out here feeding ya kid, looking hot as a by-product, fight me world Carly: don't Carly: how is this happening Carly: im looking at her and idk Ali: i can't believe you did it all by yourself Ali: you're a right tough nut Ali: but you don't have to keep doing it alone Carly: but i have to do something Carly: wtf Ali: yeah, keep both of yas alive until you figure out your next step Carly: make it sound simple Ali: 'course Ali: i'll allow you some melodrama but i can't claim hormones as hard Carly: u can Carly: and homesickness Ali: alright, lets have a good sob Carly: this kids done enough Carly: has you beat bitch Ali: rude Ali: already winning fresh out the womb Carly: what you naming it Carly: said you would Ali: you're serious? Carly: idc Ali: probs think on that a bit longer, whether you wanna name her or nah Ali: but my lists be ready don't fret Carly: k

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Episode 32 (Season 3) – May Mental Health Awareness

As promised at the end of our last week’s episode, welcome to Mental Health May!

Many among us have a little puff of a gloomy cloud hovering over us. On some days it seems to be as light as a wisp of smoke, while on others it is dark and foreboding like a raging storm – so big that it covers our entire head so that we can’t see, think or feel clearly.

“Yeah, we could cry until we can't breathe.” – Sadness, Inside Out

This week, we say hello to Darkness - our old friend. Sweety opens up about her year-long (and continuing) battle with depression, anxiety and (at times) crippling panic attacks.

According to the WHO about 56 million Indians suffer from depression, and another 38 million suffer from anxiety disorders. That’s more than the entire population of Germany. Roughly one in 20 Indians suffer from depression, accordingly to the National Institute of Mental Health and Neurosciences.

Despite this overwhelming number, we desis are ill-equipped to talk about mental illnesses and understand the broad spectrum they operate within.

“वह दिमाग का संतुलन खो बैठी है”

Meena Kumari was called the Tragedy Queen. Her heart-wrenching portrayal of pain, loss and suffering was celebrated on celluloid. She gave expression to these emotions like no one could. In real life she battled alcoholism which eventually lead to her early death. But, could she also have been clinically depressed?

For any country, pop culture i.e. what we see, read, sing about is the zeitgeist of its times. When it comes to talking about, or even portraying mental illness, Bollywood has served us vacant-eyed, lobotomized ‘electric shock’ lewks. Off late, Bollywood seems to have finally got the memo with Dear Zindagi.

Pappu and Sweety talk about celebrities who have been brave and honest about their struggles with depression and related mental health issues. Live, Laugh, Love is an organization started by desi queen Deepika Padukone, borne out of her personal struggles with depression.

Includes in this episode, is a questionnaire by Sweety to self-administer. But ultimately this should be no substitute for a professional assessment.

Finally, we also share our top tips on how you can fight back when you feel the fast approaching shadow of your Gloomy Old Friend. We talk about how you can be a supportive friend when you get that 4 a.m. call from your friend in the middle of a panic attack. Also, we talk about Things You’re Not Allowed to Say when someone confides to you they are in therapy or are depressed.

Resources we talk more about on this episode:

Your Dost - Online web portal with counsellors to help you through work stress, relationship, self-image issues and more.

The Vandrevala Foundation - A not-for-profit organisation that provide funding and aid contributions for those suffering from mental health problems and illnesses in India.

Maple Jar Online Counselling

Better Help Online Counselling App on iTunes & Google Play – Get private, affordable online counseling when you need it from licensed, board-accredited therapists at a nominal monthly fee.

While one-on-one therapy can be expensive, some resources you can consider are attending support groups meetups, reconnecting with your support system (family and close friends, provided they are there to help you), self-care and exercise. You can also check with your insurance to see if psychotherapy is covered.

In continuation of our Mental Health May theme, on our next episode, we have a special guest: Dr. Almas Merchant who is a kickass clinical psychologist practicing in NYC. If you have a burning question you need us to ask her, you can send it via email ([email protected]) or Facebook or Instagram DM.

Peace out! ✌️

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Can you write a Sing prompt where the theater holds a car wash to raise money for their new show and Johnny shows up in just a speedo? And everyone laughs and teases him for it?

Sure! I’m kind of losing interest in Sing since it’s been so long since I’ve seen it, so this is rather short. I hope you still like it!

“B-but Buster is wearing one too! So is Eddie!” Johnny sputtered, his face turning as red as the unaccompanied speedo on him.

Ash and Rosita were clutching their sides with trembling laughter, Meena was at least trying to hide her giggles and Mike stood exasperated. “Was there a memo on the guys’ suits that I didn’t get?”

“Did you expect someone as dramatic as Buster to wear anything less than a speedo?” Eddie asked, clasping Johnny on the shoulder. “It’s okay though, they all made fun of us when we showed up too. You just gotta rock it, man. Be confident and strut your stuff!” To prove his point, Eddie marched forward with his head high and his hips swinging from side to side.

At the sight of flamboyant sheep, Johnny’s face paled. “You know what? I think…I actually have a change of clothes in my bag. I’ll be right back.” He rushed away in embarrassment, grabbing his backpack as he hurried to the nearest bathroom, the girls catcalling and laughing after him.

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How Trump Has Reshaped the Presidency, and How It’s Changed Him, Too

By Peter Baker, NY Times, April 29, 2017

WASHINGTON--In his first 100 days in power, President Trump has transformed the nation’s highest office in ways both profound and mundane, pushing traditional boundaries, ignoring longstanding protocol and discarding historical precedents as he reshapes the White House in his own image.

But just as Mr. Trump has changed the presidency, advisers and analysts say it has also changed him. Still a mercurial and easily offended provocateur capable of head-spinning gyrations in policy and politics, Mr. Trump nonetheless at times has adapted his approach to both the job and the momentous challenges it entails.

As Washington pauses to evaluate the opening phase of the Trump presidency, the one thing everyone seems to agree on is that, for better or worse, the capital has headed deep into uncharted territory. On almost every one of these first 100 days, Mr. Trump has done or said something that caused presidential historians and seasoned professionals inside the Beltway to use the phrase “never before.”

He has assumed even more power for the presidency, expanding President Barack Obama’s use of executive orders to offset the inability to pass major legislation and making it more independent of the Washington establishment. He has been more aggressive than any other president in using his authority to undo his predecessor’s legacy, particularly on trade, business regulation and the environment. And he has dominated the national conversation perhaps more thoroughly than any president in a generation.

At the same time, he has cast off conventions that constrained others in his office. He has retained his business interests, which he implicitly cultivates with regular visits to his properties. He has been both more and less transparent than other presidents, shielding his tax returns and White House visitor logs from public scrutiny while appearing to leave few thoughts unexpressed, no matter how incendiary or inaccurate. And he has turned the White House into a family-run enterprise featuring reality-show-style, “who will be thrown off the island?” intrigue.

“His first 100 days is a reflection of how much the presidency has changed,” said Janet Mullins Grissom, a top official in President George Bush’s White House and State Department. “The biggest difference between President Trump and his predecessors is that he is the first president in my political lifetime who comes to the office unbeholden to any special interest for his electoral success, thus immune to typical political pressures.”

In effect, she said, that compensates for a victory he secured in the Electoral College without winning the popular vote. “That gives him as much leverage as someone who won with landslide numbers--and the freedom to govern his way,” she said. “And his voters love him for it.”

Where Washington veterans fret about deviations from past norms, Mr. Trump’s supporters see a president willing to shake things up. Where Washington cares about decorum and process, they want a president fighting for them against entrenched powers.

Yet the crockery-breaking leader has shown signs of evolving. The president operating on Day 100 is not the same as the one who took office in January, when he was determined to make nice with Russia, make trouble for China and make war on elites.

By his own account, Mr. Trump has discovered how much more complicated issues like health care and North Korea are than he realized, and he has cast off some of his most radical campaign promises after learning more about the issues.

“I’m more inclined to say the presidency has changed Trump rather than Trump changed the presidency,” said H.W. Brands, a University of Texas professor who has written biographies of multiple presidents, including Ronald Reagan and both Roosevelts. “He has moderated or reversed himself on most of the positions he took as a candidate. Reality has set in, as it does with every new president.”

All the more so for the first president in American history who had never spent a day in government or the military, and surrounded himself with top advisers who had not either. Although Mr. Trump assumed that his experience in business and entertainment would translate to the White House, he has found out otherwise.

“I never realized how big it was,” he said of the presidency in an interview with The Associated Press. “Every decision,” he added, “is much harder than you’d normally make.”

In a separate interview with Reuters, he said: “This is more work than in my previous life. I thought it would be easier.”

Mr. Trump arrived at the White House unimpressed by conventions that governed the presidency. At first, he blew off the idea of receiving intelligence briefings every day because he was “a smart person” and did not need to hear “the same thing every day.” He telephoned foreign leaders during the transition without consulting or even informing government experts on those countries.

He badgered specific companies on Twitter about moving jobs overseas and called in the chief executive of Lockheed Martin to complain about the cost of the F-35 fighter jet, never mind that presidents typically do not involve themselves in the affairs of individual companies or directly negotiate federal contracts.

Mr. Trump likewise has gleefully taken credit on days that stocks have risen and publicly commented on the strength of the dollar, which presidents generally do not do either, both because it might be viewed as unseemly interference in the markets and because it invites blame when they have a bad day.

His Twitter account, of course, has been the vehicle for all sorts of outbursts that defy tradition, often fueled by the latest segment on Fox News. Presidents rarely taunt reality-show hosts about poor ratings, complain about late-night television comedy skits, berate judges or members of their own party who defy them, trash talk Hollywood stars and Sweden, declare the “fake news” media to be “the enemy of the American people” or accuse the last president of illegally wiretapping them without any proof.

Beyond that, Mr. Trump has been slow to create a structure like those in past administrations. Orders and memos have not always been reviewed by all relevant officials. Meetings are not always attended by key aides who are leery of leaving the president’s side. “The notion of a chain of command is gone,” said David F. Gordon, the State Department director of policy planning under President George W. Bush.

But if the presidency had grown somewhat stale under the old norms as its occupants increasingly stuck to carefully crafted talking points and avoided spontaneity, Mr. Trump has brought back a certain authenticity and willingness to engage. His frequent news conferences and interviews can be bracingly candid, uninhibited, even raw. He leaves little mystery about what is on his mind.

“The 2016 election wasn’t a delicate request to challenge existing traditions; it was a demand that our next president do things different,” said Jason Miller, a top adviser to Mr. Trump during the campaign. “And while the professional political class struggles to understand what has happened to their hold on power, supporters of President Trump--the forgotten men and women he referenced in his Inaugural Address--love the change they’re seeing.”

Presumably Mr. Trump will remain impulsive and even impetuous, but he has also been open to advice. He was talked out of lifting sanctions on Russia, moving the American embassy to Jerusalem, abandoning the “one China” policy, tearing up the Iran nuclear agreement, reversing the diplomatic opening to Cuba, closing the Export-Import Bank, declaring China a currency manipulator and, in recent days, terminating the North American Free Trade Agreement. He may still do some or all of these, but by waiting, he has the opportunity to lay the groundwork rather than act precipitously.

He now receives his intelligence briefings most days. And aides said they had noticed signs of growth in office. Even if Mr. Trump adapts, though, the larger question is whether the institution will ever be the same. Future presidents may feel freer to make unfounded statements, withhold tax returns or keep private business interests without fear of political penalty. Taboos once broken no longer seem inviolable.

Still, Mayor Rahm Emanuel of Chicago, a senior adviser to President Bill Clinton and chief of staff for Mr. Obama, said there might be a backlash once Mr. Trump leaves office. “After Trump, there will be a collective desire to return to tradition,” he predicted. “Whoever comes next will be the anti-Trump in style and character. That’s how it works.”

Karl Rove, the senior adviser to the younger Mr. Bush, agreed. “President Trump will make it difficult for future presidents to step back from the use of social media,” he said, “but it’s very likely the next administration will be more restrained and less personal.” The next president, he added, will probably deploy social media as a premeditated strategy. “It will be part of a plan, not a method of catharsis.”

Meena Bose, the director of the Peter S. Kalikow Center for the Study of the American Presidency at Hofstra University, said Mr. Trump’s presidency so far seemed unlike almost any other, except perhaps Andrew Jackson’s. She noted that Jackson was seen as erratic at the time but was later evaluated by historians as a near-great president.

“Might the Trump presidency be viewed similarly someday?” she asked. “Difficult to see at the 100-day mark, but that is an artificial measurement, with so much of the presidency still to come.”

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Brainrotting again because I'm sad

Imagine Nerd Scara but he's the perverted loser nobody likes

Nerdy! Scara who observes you from afar, always peeking over those comically large notebooks he has all the time just to get a look at you.

Nerdy! Scara who can't work up the courage to talk to you directly. He lights up with joy when he's paired with you for a project.

Nerdy! Scara who insists the project is done at your house because his house is a mess (it actually is) and totally not because he wants to go through your stuff. Absolutely not!

Nerdy! Scara who takes the opportunity to snoop around when you have to go to the bathroom. He rummages through your clothes, specifically your panties drawer and pockets a few of his favourites for himself.

Nerdy! Scara who shamelessly moans your name in the privacy of his own room later that day, rutting his leaky cock into one of the underwear he stole borrowed from you.

Nerdy! Scara who continues to invite himself over to your house, claiming he just wants to spend time with you. You always wonder why something goes missing everytime he visits...

Nerdy! Scara who steals your belongings and forms a collection of them, keeping them in a box hidden under his bed. His favourites are definitely the pieces of clothes and perfumes.

Nerdy! Scara who gets touchier the more time he gets to be around you. Practically groping you everywhere, kneading your chest like stress balls especially.

Nerdy! Scara who drools at the sight of you in anything remotely revealing. He can feel himself getting hard when you wear shorts that hug the curve of your ass and crop tops that accentuate your perfect tits.

Nerdy! Scara who has wet dreams about you every other night. He often finds himself drenched in sweat and cum when he wakes up.

Nerdy! Scara who is so weak and pathetic, he can't stand up for himself when he gets bullied for being a nerd. He adores it when you step in for him and send them off. He can feel the blood rushing to his cheeks (and dick) as he sees the scowl directed towards the bullies on your face.

Nerdy! Scara who wants to show you just how much he appreciates you for being by his side. On one of his surprise visits, he corners you against the wall and insists that he get a chance to repay you. His hands are already in your pants by then.

Nerdy! Scara who fucks you so desperately, eager to hear the moans and whimpers that spill from your mouth, making him groan in return.

Nerdy! Scara who has surprising stamina. He pounds you for what feels like (and probably is) hours till your legs can't support you anymore.

Nerdy! Scara who clumsily tries to give you aftercare, but it's the thought that counts, right?

Nerdy! Scara who absolutely loves getting to wrap you in a warm blanket as you both sit on the couch, watching a movie as he feeds you leftovers from your fridge.

Nerdy! Scara who showers you with kisses and affection, unable to stop showing you all the love he can. You swear you can feel something hard poking your thigh as his lips suddenly crash into yours once more...

#ig that's basically scummy Scara #but idk #smut #genshin smut #x reader smut #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x reader smut #✧･ﾟ:* meena's memos! ✧･ﾟ:*#scaramouche smut #scaramouche x reader #scara x reader #scara smut #scaramouche x reader smut

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mistywaves98 · 2 months

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dilf scaramouche fucks clueless virgin reader who welcomes scara to the neighbourhood idk

✧･ﾟ:* ->Dilf! Scaramouche x Virgin! Fem! Reader

✧･ﾟ:* ->¡Warnings!: NSFW, Praise, Mating Press, Breeding(?) (He cums inside of you), it's short, Light Dacryphillia!

✧･ﾟ:* ->Smut written by a minor!

You didn't expect to find yourself in such a position after bringing over some freshly baked cookies to welcome the newest member of your homely little neighborhood: body pinned against the soft mattress of Scaramouche's bed, getting your brains fucked out.

You felt like you were being folded in half with the way he hooked his hands behind your knees to push them to your chest. He groaned at the feeling of your blunt nails raking his bare back,"God..you feel so good, shit— tighter than any virgin I've ever fucked... You're doing so well for me, princess, taking my cock so obediently.." Blood rushed to your cheeks at his words, feeling the knot in your stomach pull at his praise.

The bed creaked with every heavy thrust of his hips, pelvis meeting yours each time. You cried out everytime he hit your g-spot with such precision— he was so good at this! Not that you would expect any less from a man who was probably twice, if not three times your age. You wouldn't have even guessed that he was so old, the slightest lines on his face being the only sign of his older age. The way his his long indigo hair fell over his shoulders and tickled your face was so attractive and made him seem so much younger.

A raspy chuckle next to your ear brought you out of your thoughts,"What's wrong, sweetheart? You look dazed..." Even the tone of his voice was perfect, a mix of seduction and tranquility that contrasted the sharp pace he was going at which only seemed to increase with the passing moments. Your moans heightened in pitch, tears welling up in your eyes you felt your first orgasm approaching. Scaramouche noticed your reaction and brought a hand up to wipe away the salty liquid beginning to leak.

"Haah... You look so pretty when you cry.. Gonna cum? Then cum for me, baby. Make a mess around my dick," he cooed so persuasively you just had to comply. A white ring formed around the base of his cock when you came, crying out his name so sweetly. You looked gorgeous as you lay there, accepting everything he gave you. It wasn't long before he climaxed too. Warmth flooded your pussy as he filled you with his seed, stuffing your cunt to the max.

After riding the both of your highs out, he finally slowed down and pulled out of you, eyes roving over the sight of your leaking pussy appreciatively. He moved to lay next to you, strong arms cradling you to his firm chest. You reciprocated the gesture, cuddling up to him as closely as possible, body still trembling a bit from the aftermath of your session. He grinned at the sight of you practically fusing your bodies together, using a hand to card through your messy locks of hair soothingly,"You're so cute, you know that? My baby did so well for me..Now let's get you cleaned up, yeah? I'll run a bath for the both of us and make some dinner to go with the cookies you brought. What's your favourite meal?"

#genshin smut #smut #x reader smut #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x reader smut #✧･ﾟ:* meena's memos! ✧･ﾟ:*#scaramouche smut #scaramouche x reader smut #scara smut #scara x reader smut

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mistywaves98 · 4 days

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nerd! scara but he's fucking us at the back of the locker room

This one might be short butttt I love this scenario

✧･ﾟ:* ->Nerd! Scaramouche fucking your brains out in the locker room!

✧･ﾟ:* ->¡Warnings!: NSFW, Fem! Reader, Sub! Reader, Mention of exhibitionism, Slight Degradation!

The metal surface of the locker felt cool in contrast to your warm cheek pressing against it. The same locker you had attempted to shove Scaramouche against when you tried to pick on him. But it seems like he had other ideas.

Now you're getting your brains fucked out as his hand muffles your moans and pleas. Your upper torso and face is smushed against the locker door as he rams his thick length into your dripping cunt. His clothed torso meets your back, his mouth right by your ear, allowing you to hear every little grunt and moan which only makes you more turned on in return.

"Such a whore... Getting off to being fucked in a place where anyone could walk in and see, aren't you, you little exhibitionist?" Scaramouche groans as he feels you clench down harder around his dick at that, answering his question. "Fuck— you're so tight..! Since you're into this so much... I think I'll just..let you enjoy yourself..." His voice trails off as he moves his hand from your mouth and brings it down to grab your throat, squeezing as he pulls your head back.

Your back arches, hands pressed against the lockers. Every thrust makes your sensitive breasts rub up against the metal, heightening the sensations. Scaramouche's other hand hooks itself beneath one of your legs, lifting it up a bit to spread them wider. Your jaw falls slack, incoherent cries leaving your parted lips as you feel him hitting new depths within you that you didn't even know were possible.

The slight change in position has you squirting around his cock in no time, sweat running down your body as your eyes glaze over with lust. You've long since given up trying to keep yourself quiet, mouth hanging open as drool runs down your chin. But even then, Scaramouche doesn't stop his relentless pace.

His lips brush the shell of your ear, breath hot as he whispers in a voice that leaves no room for doubt,"You looked so cute cumming around my cock. I wanna see you do it again..."

#x reader smut #genshin smut #smut #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x reader smut #✧･ﾟ:* meena's memos! ✧･ﾟ:*#scaramouche x reader smut #scaramouche smut #scara smut #scara x reader smut

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mistywaves98 · 3 months

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Incel scara x reader x scummy scara 👀👀

Cuz like, one wants you on your knees for him and the other is already on his knees for you

Just a drabble and also to differentiate between the two, incel scara will be referred to as Kunikuzushi while scummy scara is just Scara.

Moans spilled from your mouth as Scaramouche's tongue desperately lapped at your left nipple like his life depended on it. His hand was on your right breast, squeezing and fondling the mound like dough while the other was wrapped around your waist tightly.

Kunikuzushi's teeth sank into your neck, sharp canines hooking into the skin as he sucked the skin mercilessly, leaving hickeys all over. His hands gripped your hips so hard it hurt as he rutted his cock against your ass, feeling the slick coating your pussu drip down your thighs. When he decided that he had marked you enough, his mouth finally left your neck to come up to whisper in your ear,"Is the slut enjoying herself? I always knew you were nothing but a useless whore who's greedy for cock," His left hand came down to give your clit a sharp pinch and he grinned sinisterly as he felt you jolt and whine,"Look at you, moaning like a bitch in heat as we tease you. Bet you've cummed already just from having two men play with you like this. It's all women want nowadays; a man to use her holes."

Scaramouche groaned as he felt your nails digging into his back. He really hoped it would leave long lasting marks that he could admire later. His lips finally detached from your chest, a thing string of saliva connecting his mouth to it. His was flushed as he panted like he just ran a marathon, "Haah~...you taste so heavenly. Like a goddess sent from above..you are a goddess. I want more. I need more of you..." Before you knew it, his lips crashed into yours in a brutal kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth hungrily as his hands came up to hold the sides of your face. His hips were flush against yours, allowing you to feel his erection nudging your clit, making you squirm as they sandwiched you between them.

Suddenly, you felt a sharp yank to your hair causing your head to be pulled back and thus breaking the kiss, making Scaramouche groan in disappointment. Though he was quick to occupy his mouth with your now exposed neck which had purple-red bruises all over it. Kunikuzushi hissed, his raspy voice going straight to your brain (and pussy),"So pathetic. The idiot can't get enough of you, I'm sure you're getting off to it. Now kiss me." He demanded, not giving you a chance to answer as he plants his lips on yours, melding them together as he dominates your wet cavern with his tongue.

Your pleas and moans were muffled, but they could vaguely make out the words 'put it in..'. It made the two men smile, and it was almost comical how their grins contrasted each other. Kunikuzushi cooed mockingly,"Aww is my slut getting needy? Want my cock in you so bad, hm?" His condescension was balanced out by Scaramouche's eager response,"You really want us to fuck you? I can't wait to feel your tight pussy squeezing my cock, I've been fantasizing about it for months.."

You can feel them positioning themselves at your hole and your legs quiver in anticipation, your walls clenching around nothing. Your breath hitches as you feel them push in...

#genshin smut #smut #x reader smut #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x reader smut #✧･ﾟ:* meena's memos! ✧･ﾟ:*#scaramouche smut #scaramouche x reader smut #scaramouche x reader #scara smut

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mistywaves98 · 2 months

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Okay.... but like, consider merman/siren (Not the bird kind of siren.) Scara sinking our ship and eating our crew. But we're a woman disguised as a man because they used to not let women on ships. He only eats men so when he notices we're different he takes an interest in our body, mainly our boobs? I don't know- just a random thought I had while trying to concentrate during biology. Can be read as a drabble/brainrot or a request. Whichever you'd prefer to read it as<3

This is a very interesting concept ngl 😮 also this was not as great as I'd hoped it would come out..

✧･ﾟ:* ->Siren! Scaramouche x Fem! Reader

✧･ﾟ:* ->¡Warnings!: (sort of) NSFW, Just him being entranced by your chest, Nipple sucking, Making out!

✧･ﾟ:* ->Smut written by a minor!

You had just begun to feel like everything was going according to plan until your ship was attacked and your crew disappearing beneath the water, only to resurface as mangled corpses. The water around you was a horrible mix of blood and guts as you clung desperately to a floating piece of board that passed by.

You couldn't see anything beneath you, it was just water that went deeper for miles. Suddenly, a webbed hand shot up behind you and covered your mouth. A shape emerged alongside it and you felt a firm, wet chest against your back. Another arm wrapped around your upper torso as a raspy voice whispered into your ear,"Looks like I missed one.."

You thought this was the end, and didn't even bother to struggle since you knew it was futile. This creature was going to turn you into one of the dismembered bodies that were still somewhere nearby. However, you didn't feel yourself pulled underwater. The hand on your chest suddenly moved, slowly tracing the curve of your breasts through your clothes. You couldn't help but feel embarrassed as the creature you assumed to be male straight up groped you.

Suddenly, you felt sharp nails dig into your shoulders as the webbed hands spun you around, giving you a clear view of your 'attacker'. Slit pupils bore holes into your chest as he studied you with a furrowed expression. There were fins in place of his ears and his indigo hair seemed to flow around him despite being dripping wet. His eyes then darted up to your face, his glare piercing you.

"You...you're not a man." He said in a flat tone. You slowly nodded your head,"You're right, I'm a woman... Aren't you going to eat me?" "Eat you? Don't be an idiot, I don't eat female humans," he scoffed as if it were the most obvious thing in the world,"...especially not such lovely specimens such as yourself..." his voice suddenly dropped an octave and a dark expression came over his face. He leaned in a bit, his nose almost touching yours,"You know that you're trespassing by sailing here, right? That's why I killed your crew as a punishment for disturbing my peace. But I won't kill you, though. I already have an idea of what I'll do to you..." His eyes flickered downwards for a split moment and you blushed in embarrassment as you caught onto his meaning,"O-Oh... Well I suppose I am in the wrong... Punish me as you see fit."

Your top was tugged open, even torn in some places due to the enthusiasm of his claws. His scaly tail curled around your lower body beneath the water to hold you still as he lowered his head down till it was level with those soft mounds now covered in droplets of water. Moans keened from your throat as he hungrily began to suck on your left nipple, pointy teeth grazing the already erect bud, eliciting a soft yelp from you.

Your hands weaved their way into the damp hair on the back of his head, tugging him closer,"Mmm...you're so eager, aren't you my little captain?" He teased with a smirk as he released your nipple with a pop and pulled back a bit. Your hands came down to grasp his shoulders as his hands moved up to toy with your breasts, squeezing and kneading them between his webbed hands. The sensation was strange yet pleasurable at the same time and it left you breathless and flushed in the face.

The siren seemed to notice how you seemed to writhe even more when he occasionally gave your nipples a light pinch,"These are so sensitive... Yet they taste delicious. I want to taste more of you." With that, he dove in and captured your lips in an intense kiss. His hands brought you closer, one holding the back of your head to ensure you didn't pull away. You moaned as you felt his tongue snake its way into your warm mouth. It was so sleek and long, practically choking you with how deep it reached, yet it felt so amazing, you didn't want to pull back.

However, the kiss inevitably ended when you needed to breathe. He licked his lips as he watched you catch your breath, appreciating the sight of your exposed chest heaving with every inhale,"Your mouth tasted even better than I imagined. I bet there's other places that would feel absolutely divine on my tongue...but for now I'm satisfied. But don't think that means I won't be coming back for you." He suddenly scoops you up in his arms and makes his way to the beach nearest to the mainland.

As expected of a siren, you arrive there in a matter of minutes. Once you get close enough, you decide to part ways and swim the rest of the way, but before you go he says,"The name's Scaramouche by the way. Remember it for our future encounters." After that final goodbye, he disappears beneath the water and you vaguely make out a dark shape heading back out to deeper waters. As you sit on the beach, attempting to cover up your torso so it looks somewhat decent, you can't help but think that you'll be venturing to that part of the ocean a bit more often now, but on purpose this time.

#this was harder to write than i thought #how do fish fuck y'all #genshin smut #x reader smut #smut #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x reader smut #scaramouche smut #scaramouche x reader smut #scara smut #scara x reader smut #✧･ﾟ:* meena's memos! ✧･ﾟ:*

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