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Nine x reader || goddamn it

The drawing was made by Ezmin3 on Twitter.
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You were just sleeping...until you were woken up to the sound of your phone's camera going off and a bright flash in front your face. "Ugh.." You groan, slowly opening your eyes.

"Bro, wake up!" A familiar voice called from directly in front of you. They sounded like a familiar douche bag that you happen to know...

"Uhh..Nine...?" You groan, seeing a blur of a fluffy figure, holding something. "What the hell are you doing..?" You rub your eyes and sit up from your pillow. "Uh.." He started. "I need help,"

"So, could you be a bro and...help me unglue my feet from my skateboard?" He asked, awkwardly smiling, still holding something. "Goddamn it.." You covered your face as you quietly cussed at the white number.

You then look at the fluffy number and see that he's holding your phone. You just growl as you snatch it back, seeing that it's on the camera. "I saw it on the counter, so I thought that I'd take a few pics," Nine scratches the back of his fluffy head, trying to explain why there are several photos of you sleeping.

"What the hell, Nine-" You then begin to delete all of them. "God...I regret so many things," You continue to delete the several photos of you sleeping from different angles. "Mostly teaching you how to use a phone..."

Nine laughed nervously. "So, will you help?" He asked, adjusting his sunglasses. You just looked back at Nine, confused. "Help with what?" You asked, having already forgotten what he asked you to help him with.

"U-unglue my feet from my skateboard..?" The fluffy number scratched the back of his head. You then snapped back into reality. "Right, right- uh-" You coughed into your elbow. "Yeah, I'll help-"

The white number smiled and gave you cringy finger-guns. "Thanks bro," "Don't call me bro," You sighed, getting out of bed and pushed Nine our of your way by his face. "Got it, bro,"

"I- never mind.." You just shake your head as you hop out of bed and started to walk away. It took you a moment before you then heard Nine say. "Uh, bro...help?" That was when you remembered Nine can't follow you with his feet glued to his skateboard.

You turned around. Nine was looking at you, trying to swerve himself towards you. "Right.." You whisper before you walk back to Nine and just pick him up. He immediately latched onto your arms, holding you tight. This number probably didn't want you to drop him. It makes sense though, you would've dropped him.

"Calm the hell down-" You then tucked Nine under your arm and walked out your bedroom. Nine was just quiet after that, just hanging there as you walk down your stairs.

"I hate you.." You whisper. "Nah, you love me," He chuckles. You just put your palm his face and walk into the living room.

"I don't love how dumb you are," You then put him down on the couch. "Hey.." Nine whines. "Go cry about it-" You smile, walking to the kitchen. You then heard Nine sniffle a bit. ".....Are..are you actually crying?" "No!"

You come back into the living room with a goddamn knife. And it kinda looks like the knife that serial killers use in horror movies. Nine looks at you, a little scared. "Uhh..bro, what are you doin with that?" You just smile. "I'm gonna cut your fucking feet off!" You laugh.

Nine gasps. "No!" You then silently giggle. It's so easy to convince this guy of something, after all, he's not the brightest. Which, that's quite obvious, he glued his skateboard to his goddamn feet!

"Not my feet!!" He shouted, as he tried to get off the couch. You just laugh, sitting down next to him. "Dude, calm down, you can keep your feet-" You snicker grabbing the skateboard and try to line it up, so you don't cut the bottom of his feet...too bad.

And just before you began to cut on
Nine's feet, you remembered that you can just wash the glue off. "Oh shit, wait-" You put the knife down and pick Nine up. "Hey-" He gasps as you then get up from the couch and start to walk away. "Where are we going, bro?"

"Have you ever had a bath?" You ask. Nine things for a moment before questioning you. "What's a bath?" "Goddamn it-" You sigh, opening the bathroom door and walking inside.

You then put the fluffy number in the tub and turn the knob. Nine gasps, immediately being hit with hot water. "AH-"

"Calm down, it's water," "But it's hot-" He whines, trying to move away from the water. "Dude, I take boiling hot showers every goddamn morning, so this is nothing-" You tell Nine, grabbing the loofah and the shampoo.

You then pop the cap open and put some shampoo on the loofah. Nine just watched as you then grabbed his leg and rubbed the soft fluffy thing on his furry feet. "Don't do shit like this again, or I will actually cut your goddamn feet off," You playfully threaten the fluffy white number, a full smile on your face.

"O-okay bro, just don't do that..now," Nine stutters, shaking. You just continue smiling. "I'm joking, Nine, I would never cut you, especially out of anger," You chuckle.

"Then what were you doing with that knife earlier?" "I was gonna cut you," Nine then looks at you, as you continue to wash the glue off his feet and his skateboard. "That makes no sense," "I don't make sense!" You laugh, managing to take one of his feet off of his skateboard.

Nine then gasps, moving his leg around and smiles as you take his other foot off of his skateboard. "Brooo!" Nine smiles at you, happy that you helped him.

And you know what? You're happy too. You don't even recall helping this guy with anything, but helping him get the glue off of his feet actually made you feel good. You then smiled, turning the hot water off and letting Nine jump out.

He was happy, kinda like as happy as a small child on Christmas Day. Which, was funny to you, because he actually looks as giddy as a child.

So, after that, he dried himself off as you went into the kitchen to get yourself something to eat. Nine then came trotting into the kitchen, wet skateboard under his arm. "Bro!" He smiles bright, dropping the board and hugging your legs. "Thanks!"

You just smile, while being slightly annoyed. You don't really like being hugged, especially by surprise, and especially from this 90s moron. But you still have a heart, so you just pat his head softly.

"Yeahhh, get off-"