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This is my favorite atm

mdni. 0.1k words.

imagine serving nanami kento when he's sitting at the breakfast table in the morning.

not the usual 'serving' like, bringing him a plate and serving the breakfast.

no.

you were kneeling under the said breakfast table, shoving his dick down your throat while nanami sat there and read the newspapers like every morning.

you were his cute little servant that morning. you obediently sat between his muscular legs, clothed in absolutely nothing, with a remote controlled vibrator snug inside your practically dripping cunt.

nanami made the vibrations occasionally turn up, then turn down, maybe up again, to have you moaning around his length, almost whining.

that morning, he especially enjoyed his breakfast.

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Your best writing happens when you stop worrying about what’s “good” and just write. Messy, chaotic, too-long sentences. Weird, overdramatic dialogue. Scenes that make you feel something. You can always clean it up later, but the rawest, realest writing comes from writing like no one will ever read it.

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I think the way the majority of the people on this app get way too abrasive about different characters and fandoms is very weird. A grown 23 year old adult is raving with random people about me. LMFAOAOAO but im the one throwing the tantrum... They went from not finding a character attractive to raving about how sexy that same character is after I pointed out how weird their reaction to me saying that character being "unattractive" is subjective because of the perspective of the story.

mind you, there's nothing wrong with finding a FICTIONAL CHARACTER unattractive. But the way they reacted to me pointing out why they may not find him as attractive? Is actually insanity. It was giving microaggression.

I'm sorry but this whole situation is giving me highschool mean girls. It's weird. I'd expect this from someone my age but they're 23. (I'm 19.) but they're making post after post about me defending myself AGAINST THEM?????

Mind yall. This whole thing was about JAKE SULLY. BYEEEE LMFAOAOAOAO BYE.

Jake Sully is literally the equivalent to the white man from Pocahontas and the only reason why the majority of people dont find him as attractive as he was in the first movie is because he is no longer portrayed as that white man and people get soooo fucking ugly about it. They cannot handle this conversation yet and it's sick.

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Shy gojo with a Gangster girlfriend -Part 1-

Satoru Gojo didn’t fit in. He never had.

His silver hair, sharp features, and piercing blue eyes made him look like he belonged in a magazine, but the truth was far from glamorous. He was the quiet kid, the one too smart for his own good and too soft-spoken to fight back. Being the son of a wealthy, overprotective family didn’t help either—it just made him more of a target.

He kept to himself, eyes always hidden behind his dark, tinted glasses. He only spoke when spoken to, and even then, his voice barely carried. The only person he really talked to was his online friend, Geto, who knew the real Satoru—the one who cracked jokes and rambled for hours about comics, superheroes, and toy cars. The version no one else ever saw.

And then there was you.

You were quiet in a different way, with a reputation that made people nervous to even look at you the wrong way. The leader of a car gang that ran circles around the police, you were the kind of person people told stories about. Stories they whispered, just in case you were listening.

You didn’t spend much time at school; it wasn’t your scene. But when you were there, you noticed things other people didn’t. Like the way Satoru flinched every time Sukuna or Toji walked past him. Or how his hands trembled when they snatched his backpack or shoved him against lockers.

You didn’t say anything at first. It wasn’t your problem. But something about the way he carried himself—like he was constantly bracing for impact—stuck with you.

The breaking point came one afternoon.

You were skipping class with your crew, leaning against the back wall of the school with a cigarette in hand. Sukuna and Toji were messing around, as usual, when Satoru stepped out of the bathroom, his head down. He didn’t see them at first, but they saw him.

“Oi, princess,” Sukuna called out, his grin sharp and mean.

Satoru froze. His hands clenched at his sides, but he didn’t respond.

Toji laughed. “Don’t be rude, man. Say hi.”

Before Satoru could react, Sukuna was on him, snatching the glasses off his face in one smooth motion.

“What are these, huh? Some kind of fashion statement?” Sukuna held them up, squinting through the tinted lenses. “Or are you just hiding those creepy eyes of yours?”

Satoru dropped to his knees, covering his face with his hands. His shoulders shook, and you realized, with a sharp twist in your chest, that he was crying.

The rest of the group laughed. All of them except you.

"Fucking enough," you snapped, your voice cutting through the laughter like a blade. Everyone turned to look at you. Sukuna smirked, clearly amused by your outburst.

“Give them back.”

“What?”

“I said give them back.” You said crushing your cigarette under your boot and pushed off the wall.

You didn’t raise your voice. You didn’t need to. The weight behind your words was enough to make Sukuna pause.

“Come on, we’re just messing around,” he said, though his grip on the glasses loosened.

“Yeah, well, he’s not laughing,” you shot back, stepping closer. “So cut it out.”

Sukuna hesitated, then handed the glasses over with a scoff. “Whatever. Didn’t know you were his babysitter.”

You ignored him, crouching down to Satoru’s level.

“Here.” You held out the glasses.

His hands shook as he reached for them, and when he put them back on, he kept his head down, mumbling a quiet, “Thank you.” Before he could react, you gently pulling him up by the arm.

He was taller than you’d expected—almost comically so. But his hunched posture and trembling hands made him seem small, like he was trying to disappear into himself.

“You good?” you asked, your voice softer now.

He nodded, but the redness around his eyes and the tremble in his hands said otherwise.

“Come on,” you said, standing up and holding out a hand. “Let’s get out of here.”

He blinked up at you, like he couldn’t quite believe what he was hearing. But after a moment, he took your hand.

As you led him away, the others watched in stunned silence. Satoru didn’t say much as you walked, but you could feel the tension in his shoulders slowly ease. For the first time, he wasn’t looking over his shoulder.

“Why’d you do that?” he asked eventually, his voice barely above a whisper.

You glanced at him. “Do what?”

“Help me.”

You shrugged. “Didn’t like seeing you cry.”

He fell quiet again, but you noticed the corner of his mouth twitch, like he was trying not to smile.

“I-I should get to class,” he murmured, his gaze fixed firmly on the ground, his cheeks slightly pink. Yet, he still hadn’t let go of your hand.

“Why? Can’t you skip just one?”

“I-I can’t,” he stammered, his cheeks turning the faintest shade of pink. He was still avoiding your gaze, his hand awkwardly clutching yours as if he wasn’t sure how to let go.

“Why not?” You tilted your head, letting a small smirk tug at your lips. “You can’t skip just one class? What’s the worst that could happen?”

Satoru hesitated, the faintest wrinkle of worry appearing on his brow. “My mom would be mad,” he mumbled, his voice so soft you almost didn’t catch it.

You raised an eyebrow. “She’s not here, though. It’s just me.”

He peeked at you from behind his glasses, his grip on your hand loosening slightly. “She’d find out.”

“Does she have spies or something?” you teased, leaning in just enough to make him squirm. You didn’t want to push too hard; he reminded you too much of yourself when you were younger—shy, cautious, scared of stepping out of line.

“No,” he said quickly, shaking his head. A lock of his snowy hair fell into his face, and you resisted the urge to reach out and brush it away. “She just… knows things.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, a soft, genuine sound that made him glance up in surprise. “That’s too bad,” you said, straightening up. “I was hoping we could hang out a little longer.”

His grip on your hand tightened again, and his mouth opened like he wanted to say something but couldn’t quite find the words. His lips pressed together, and he looked down at your joined hands, his expression conflicted.

You let the silence hang between you for a moment before stepping back, gently pulling your hand free. “Alright,” you said, your tone lighter now. “Go be a good student. Wouldn’t want your mom mad at you.”

His eyes snapped up to yours, something like regret flickering in them. “Wait,” he said, almost too quickly, then paused, as if trying to figure out what to say next.

You tilted your head, waiting.

“I… um…” His face flushed deeper, and he ducked his head. “Maybe next time?”

The corner of your mouth twitched upward, and you gave a small nod. “Next time, then.”

With that, you turned and walked away, leaving him standing there with his hand still half-raised, his lips twitching into the smallest of smiles.

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yall my little sister had got me obsessed with dti and I have not posted in like 6 days so yeah

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Becoming a writer is great because now you have a hobby that haunts you whenever you don’t have time to do it

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Need this when i get my pc and start filming machinima

3D EYELASHES THAT:

❌ don’t “float,” don’t stick to hair, don’t respond to any incorrect face sliders;

✅ hold a smooth shape with any presets, fit snugly against the eyelids, don’t ripple, and yes, they’re so big that they could send you into space!

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Mind y’all. More than half of these likes are the people the post is about. Just saying.

coming back on to say fuck donald trump & elon musk. also fuck every single person who voted for trump. fuck ice. fuck jd vance who look like he’s product of fucking incest. fuck trump kids while we at. fuck teslas. fuck cybertrucks. fuck melania trump, idc how many fashion houses style you…fuck you too. fuck all the people who voted for trump cause of tariffs and don’t even know know what a tariffs are. fuck all the people he pardoned for that jan 6th shenanigans (but tbh the way it’s looking like, karma is slowly snatching some of you guys up bit by bit final destination style). fuck the Latinos that voted for trump, baby girl (saying in gn term) trump supporters do not care…they see you speak a lick of spanish…they’re calling ice on you, fuck jill stein for crawling out the hole she be living in every 4 years when election comes around. fuck all the twitch/other platform streamers that are slowly indoctrinating young boys down an alt right pipeline. fuck israel. fuck all politicians that would rather accept a lobby check than being in their political positions for the people. fuck the swole neck man that killed ace in one piece. fuck the coon black man that ruined my morning when i saw a clip of him in 4k live calling donald trump daddy. fuck the republicans who comment under people who are genuinely afraid of what’s to come for the next 4 years with “we won” (as if this is a sporting event :/).

but i love you to the people who are sharing and expressing empathy to their friends and family as y’all are trying to navigate through this. i love you to the people who are posting pics and videos of ice sightings. i love you to the people sharing resources like gardening tips. i love you to the people who are buying banned books. i love you to the people who are still teaching their kids about black history. i love you to the people who never stopped talking about palestine, congo, sudan, etc. i love you to the people who are still being hopeful that america won’t continue to be pushed further and further into the grasp of billionaires like elon. i love you to the people who are standing up against bigotry. i love you to the people who are standing against elon doing a nazi salute (twice). i love you to the people sharing information that seemed to be not being shared on mainstream media. i love you all (except trump supporters).

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𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

Toji Fushiguro

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader

Summary: You've noticed just how cold Toji has turned with you.

Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! Friends with Benefits, Angst, Smut, Vaginal Sex, Praising, Creampie, Talks of Pregnancy and Abortion

Discord +18 - Twitter - Ko-Fi

“Oh, fuck–” You moan, your head pressed against the pillow as Toji pounds into your needy cunt. His nails dig into the soft flesh of your hips, using it for support as he thrusts in and out of you. He’s slowly losing control, so close to reaching his release.

“Good girl. Good fucking girl.” He praises you, feeling your cunt squeeze around him. It’s too much– It’s perfect for you. Toji treats your body so well, it’s why you call him whenever your body yearns for touch. He’s willing to drop anything and everything to help your body.

You’re making a mess all over him, coating his cock with your juices. Your hands grip the bed sheets, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as an orgasm slowly washes over you. You’re moaning his name over and over again, loud enough for the neighbors to hear. 

They all know his name, they just don’t know what he is to you. A man that comes around once a week, and leaves in two hours with his shirt inside out and disheveled hair. Who are you kidding, they know exactly who he is. Your late night mistake.

“Oh, Toji! It’s too much.” Your words come out muffled, your pillow covering up almost every word. But he catches on. He’s heard you say the words too many times to not know.

“You can take it. I know you can handle it like the good girl you are.” He says, driving your body insane. Any word that leaves his lips is enough to drive you over the edge.

It’s too much. He’s been toying with you all night, your body needs to release. You pathetically moan his name as your back arches, reaching your climax. An action that leads to endless praise from Toji.

“Good job, you’re taking me so well, baby. Hmm… Your pussy handles me so well.”

“Toji–” You continue to moan as his thrusts get more reckless. 

“Can I finish inside you, baby? Can I fill you up?” The stupid question leaves his lips. Something that always ends up with you nearly screaming yes. You always forget the stupid agreement that you made– He isn’t supposed to come inside of you, the last thing you need is a pregnancy scare from someone that is your friend. 

But when you’re in the heat of the moment, the only thing you can scream is, “Yes! Fill me up, Toji! Please!”

He gives a couple more thrusts before filling you up with his cum. He throws his head back, groaning as he reaches his release. He gives a couple more gentle thrusts, ensuring that every drop of his cum is inside you before pulling out.

His chest is heavy, plopping down on your bed to catch his breath for a couple of minutes as you adjust. Your body is calming down, clarity hitting you. He just came inside you, again.

He needs to get you a Plan B, or do what he usually does. He’ll just grab the cash from his wallet and throw it at you like he usually does. It’s funny, you don’t get on the pill because you’re not in a relationship– Yet he’s filling you up as if he were your boyfriend.

“I’m leaving.” He tells you. Toji is back to his usual demeanor. Before sex, he’s the sweetest man known to Earth, but after getting what he wants he’s cold. It wasn’t always like this. In the beginning, he stayed sweet until he left. You wonder why it is. 

Does he not care for you in the slightest? Or is it because he’s scared? What if he catches feelings for you if he’s suddenly sweet after sex? No, Toji wouldn’t. Catching feelings is the last thing that he’ll do. He just doesn’t feel the need to keep up with the facade.

Toji stands up from the bed, and begins to look for his clothes. You get careless and just throw his clothes all over the place.

“Toji…” You call out to him, watching as he gets dressed without looking back at you. He won’t speak again until he’s almost out of the place. He hums in response. “Why are you so cold?”

“Why shouldn’t I be? We’re just friends, right?” He responds, coldly looking back at you. It pierces your heart in the worst way possible… Why does it sting? He’s right. You’re just friends.

“You weren’t like this before.” You comment, and he scoffs.

“Before or after we started to have sex?” He replies as he grabs his wallet, taking just the right amount of money and throwing it in your direction. He acts as if he hates you, not even bothering to put it beside you. “Get yourself the Plan B.”

Your heart stops at the mention, a thought that completely slipped your mind. He showed up at your door and everything left your mind.

As he looks for his shirt, you stand up and look for something to cover yourself with. You’ll need to have a conversation with him.

“Did I do something?” You ask him, something that he fails to answer. He continues to get dressed. “You fail to treat me like a friend– I get that I’m not your girlfriend or anything but… You don’t have to be so cold with me. You don’t have to throw cash at me.”

“Just listen to yourself, you’re getting annoying.” His voice tells you everything that you need to know, he’s irritated with you. It’s best to drop the subject, you don’t want to test your new limits with Toji.

He begins to walk away, and you’re following behind him like a lost puppy. You have to talk to him about the matter at hand, but you’re not sure how to bring it up. He looks mad. Maybe you’ll bring it up next time he comes around, right now is just not the right time.

His hand reaches the cold doorknob, and before he opens the door, he looks back at you. A defeated sigh escapes his lips before telling you, “This is it. I’m starting to see someone else.”

“Toji, wait.” You quickly call out to him before he can open the door. Your eyes are wide, purely shocked by his words. A million questions run through your mind, but he won’t stand around for an interrogation. “I think I might be pregnant.”

“Huh?” He furrows his brows, a mix of emotions flowing through him at the mere confession. He wasn’t necessarily careful but he always gave you money to take care of the issue; sure, those pills aren’t always effective but he wouldn’t get so unlucky, would he?

You’re trying to trap him. That must be it. You’re lying, your favorite toy is getting away and you want to keep him on a short leash.

“I don’t know but my period is late and I’ve been feeling weird–” You begin to explain, but a sudden anger flows through his veins. His own thoughts are his enemy. You’re lying. You must be.

“If you’re pregnant, get an abortion.” He interrupts you without thinking twice, words that make your heart sink. He notices tears well up in your eyes, something that makes him want to run to you to comfort you, but he can’t do that– You’re just trying to manipulate him, it’s clear in his mind.

You’re a manipulative woman, and he won’t allow you to have his way with him. Crocodile tears over a baby that isn’t even real.

“What the hell are you even crying about? I’m just your friend.” 

The door opens. 

Within the blink of an eye, he’s gone.

Those are the last words you hear from Toji before he leaves you alone in the mess that he helped create. 

What a great friend he is. 

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𝙄'𝙈 𝘽𝙐𝙎𝙔 𝙍𝙉, 𝙏𝙏𝙔𝙇!

Desc: Why are they so busy these days, are they growing apart?

Characters: Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Choso, Sukuna, Toji!

Warnings: Angst, hurt.

Pt1| Pt 2| Pt 3

Comments are appreciated! (⁠✯⁠ᴗ⁠✯⁠)

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My custom build PC specs/parts 🤍

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Hi Kemie!

I have a question, I'm thinking about investing in PC and I was curious what PC setup do you use. I was scrolling through your Tumblr for past 10minutes but I can't find any post about it so I just wanted to ask, sorry if you published something about it already but I really can't find anything.

I love the quality of your content and your content too of course. Your sims are beautiful and have heartwarming vibe to them. Keep going and don't listen to haters. You're my favorite sims content creator out there <3.

Sorry for my bad English, it's not my first language :(.

hii! ♡ what a coincidence! someone asked me what my pc's specs are but i answered right as you sent this question! you couldn't have seen it yet so just in case, i'm going to list everything i use to make content so that everything can be listed in one post:

PC SPECS:

RAM: 16GB

Storage: 500GB

CPU: AMD Ryzen 5 5500

Graphics Card: NVIDIA GeForce RTX 4060

Cooling: Watercooling Azza Galeforce 120mm ARGB here is the link of the pc i actually got, though it has changed a little bit, the pc now has a AMD Ryzen 5 5600 CPU while mine was AMD Ryzen 5 5500

KEYBOARD & MOUSE:

i use a logitech mk470 keyboard & mouse, i like them because they don't make as much noise as my previous keyboard and mouse, i found it annoying how i could hear myself clicking and typing in my youtube videos

MONITOR:

KOORUI Gaming Monitor 27Inch, PC Monitor 165Hz, FHD (1920×1080) (HDMI, DisplayPort) here is the link (this is very optional but i needed a second monitor to be able to keep track of OBS as i film my videos, but instead of buying a second monitor i decided to just use my iPad Air 5, which i also use to make cc!)

MIC:

Razer Seiren Mini

thank you for supporting me ♡

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I cannot believe there's absolutely no way to watch free shows and movies anymore, there are too many paid streaming platforms and pirating websites have viruses and ads preventing you from watching it uninterrupted((.)) id rather follow the rules and purchase media moving forward because it is too inconvenient. Seriously, free and no ads or viruses with 1080p streaming is DEAD.

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Summary; You're feeling a little bit shitty and being sick always makes you clingy, Eddie snaps at you while he's planning Hellfire not realising the reason why you're so clingy.

Warnings; Kinda mean Eddie, then soft Eddie, fluff, the reader is sick (headache), minors dni

Don't copy, reuse or repost my work 💕

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Since you woke up this morning you had been feeling out of sorts, a pounding headache made you feel nauseated and it made you crave cuddles from your boyfriend Eddie.

When you were sick you always wanted cuddles, more affection.

Eddie was planning a massive campaign for Hellfire and normally you would never bother him during this time but you were feeling like shit and you just wanted Eddie to hold you for a little while.

Even though he had graduated now he still loved doing the campaign with his friends and you loved to join them sometimes, whether it was Eddie teaching you how to play or joining in on the campaign.

When you go to the drama club he's deep in planning for the campaign, scribbling notes and making sure everything is set up perfect.

"Eddie?" he briefly looks up and smiles.

"Hey princess" You kiss his cheek and cuddle into him. He stops what he's doing for a second, presses a kiss to your lips then manoeuvres around you to continue planning out the campaign.

"How's the planning going?" he nods barely taking his eyes off the notes he's wrote.

"Fine" you whine as he moves and you just want five minutes with him and walk up to him nuzzling into his chest.

You tug on his shirt and frustration gives way on his features.

"Jesus H Christ! The guys will be here any minute and I have so much to do. What is it?" he snaps and you wince at his annoyed tone as move away.

"You know what, it's fine. Sorry for bothering you" you reply hurt and he pauses, his irritation wavering.

"Princess, this is my big campaign it's important" The rest of Hellfire come in and you fake a smile, feeling even more shitty that Eddie snapped at you.

"I'll see you later Eddie, have a good campaign okay?" you smile at the guys then rush out before Eddie can call you back.

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The campaign was a massive success, he had spent a lot of time on it and he was pleased everything went so well.

However, all through Hellfire, he felt guilty that he snapped at you, the way you tried to hide how upset you were caused his heart to ache.

The truth was he was still getting used to being with someone this long, he only really had hook ups and brief relationships.

Nobody really caught his eye until you came along, no one made him want to commit to something...more until you came along.

He loved you so much and it scared the shit out of him at first at how deeply he loved you, he was less scared now but he was still navigating having a busy love life with his social life.

Before you all that took up his time was Hellfire and band practice but now he was getting used to having an amazing partner who now took up a pretty large part of his thoughts.

You rarely ever bothered him during the later stages of planning a campaign, except when he taught you how to play when you expressed interest in attending a few meetings.

Something must be bothering you and he curses himself that he doesn't know what's wrong. He didn't even give you a chance to explain.

The boys and Erica loved you as well and Erica was very vocal about the fact that he had messed up.

Unbelievable. He was told off by an eleven-year-old.

He's anxious to speak to you now and hopes you went back to his trailer as per the usual after Hellfire night.

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When Eddie gets home, Uncle Wayne is waiting for him.

"Hey, Wayne. Is Princess here?" Wayne nods.

"You know your girl is sick son, she's stubborn as a mule and tried to pretend she isn't but I ain't falling for it" he freezes.

You were sick? Shit! he immediately hurries into his room and finds you fast asleep on his bed.

Very gently he settles down on the bed and your eyes flutter open.

"Eddie. How was the campaign?" he gets into bed with you and holds you close.

"It was great sweetheart, you could have stuck around" you sigh and shake your head.

"Didn't want to bother you" he feels his heart clench painfully.

"Babe..."

"You were planning Hellfire, you were already grumpy" he winces remembering his response to you wanting to cuddle.

"I was a big douchebag, a complete butthead sweetheart. Yeah, the campaigns important but you're my girl and much much more important to me"

He kisses your forehead.

"We've only been dating for a few months and it's not an excuse it's just Hellfire used to be the most important part of my life, and now you are but I still love Hellfire and sometimes I get lost in my own head about it"

This softens you a little bit and you snuggle deeper into him.

"Eddie, I never ever want you to apologise for what you love. It's so lovely seeing you get excited about Hellfire. I love that, I just needed some extra Eddie cuddles that's all, was feeling shitty"

He nods and rests his chin on top of your head.

"Yeah, Wayne told me you're sick. You're also very stubborn. However, Doctor Munson's orders are bedrest, cuddles and lots of soup"

You peer up at him and pout adorably.

"Kisses too?" he grins, feeling his heart melt at that pout. Fuck, if his friends could see the big bad Dungeon Master reduced to a puddle over a pout.

"Yes, Princess and my famous hot chocolate" you beam.

"Before all that tell me a little more about the campaign. I want to hear about it?" he settles down and chats to you excitedly, ready for a night with his girl.

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𝐇𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏『••✎••』

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝘌𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘜𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): 𝘌𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘔𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘯/𝘍𝘦𝘮!𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘰𝘯/𝘍𝘦𝘮!𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): 𝘈𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵, 𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.4

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eddie x shy!reader , she asks him on a date by giving him tickets to a concert and he thinks its a joke til she walks away feeling rejected & he realizes she’s like dead serious & goes up to her

thanks for your request! i sorta broke my own heart with this one — the one where eddie rejects you and immediately regrets it (shy!reader, hurt/comfort, 2.6k)

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Robin tells you that he’s nice. She says he won’t turn you down because he loves Mötley Crüe too much and he’s called you pretty too many times. Robin Buckley is many things — a dork, a polyglot, and your best friend, to name a few — but she’s never been a liar.

She wouldn’t lead you to the slaughter that way. She wouldn’t just let you get your heart broken. More than anything, though, she knows Eddie far better than you do — partly because she’s actually able to talk to him.

So despite your lingering worry, you swallow her words like a shot of vodka and maneuver helplessly through the bustling crowd of the Hawkins High lunchroom.

Eddie Munson sits alone at the Hellfire Club table — the smallest one in the very back corner by the large square window. 

Instead of eating a real meal (even though the hamburgers might be horse meat instead of cow), the boy eats crumbled-up pretzels from a worn ziplock bag. He pinches them into his mouth blindly because his chocolate syrup gaze is trained on the well-loved book folded in his left hand. 

J.R.R Tolkien’s, The Hobbit.

It makes you smile softly to yourself. You hope one day you’ll have the courage to tell him you’ve read that book so many times you could recite it in your sleep. You hope that day comes soon.

“Eddie?” you call softly to him when you reach his table. Your sweaty fingers fidget with the concert tickets you clutch between them.

He just thinks he hears his name at first. It’s barely audible over the sounds of muddled chatter in the cafeteria. He glances up from his book, not expecting anyone to be there, and gaping when he finds you standing in front of him. 

His cinnamon eyes go wide. The boy blinks owlishly at you once, then flits his eyes behind you like he’s expecting to see someone there. When he doesn’t, he blinks at you again. 

“Hi…” you waver with a trembling smile.

Eddie grins back, still obviously confused. “…Hi?”

“I, uh… I don’t know if you heard, but— well, obviously you heard, that’s… that’s stupid,” you laugh at yourself, shaking your head with your eyes squeezed shut. You’re already stumbling all over yourself, and you haven’t even managed a full sentence yet.

“Mötley Crüe is coming to Indianapolis in a few days, and a friend of mine was selling tickets, so I bought them. For us. Potentially. You know, if you wanted to… to go… With me.”

Your offer lingers and hangs in the air between the two of you.

A smile quirks at the right side of Eddie’s pink mouth. It isn’t a kind one, though. It looks more cynical than anything else.

His head juts back. He’s almost peering at you from the corner of his eye as though you were some suspicious thing he needed to analyze. A laugh sputters from his lips. “Did Buckley put you up to this? Is that what this is?”

Your faltering smile fades entirely. Your features crumble in disappointment.

This worse he could say is no, Robin had told you. 

You hadn’t prepared yourself for this.

“…What?” you wonder, voice fragile like a wilting flower petal.

Eddie chuckles to himself. He sets the book down to give you his full attention, though you’re not sure you want it anymore. “You know, I knew she was upset about me trying to set her up with Vickie and all, but this is a… whole new low.”

“Vickie…?” you murmur through a tightening throat, brows pinched in confusion. “I don’t understand—”

“Look, sweetheart… Tell Robin that this was a real funny joke, but I’m not interested, alright?”

Your chest aches with an empty feeling. You think your heart might be breaking. “J—Joke?”

“—Actually, tell her that this was very not metal of her, and that I will get my vengeance,” Eddie says with a sardonic laugh deeply rooted in his chest. His smile looks almost like he pities you as he shakes his head, eyes twinkling with pessimism. “I’m sorry she sent you to do her dirty work, but… You should probably go now. This is, you know, the Hellfire Club table and everything, so…”

You swallow thickly, then nod.

Eddie doesn’t want you here. Eddie doesn’t want you at all.

“I’m— I’m sorry if I…” The words get caught in your throat. You clear it and blink back burning tears. “I was just… I thought that maybe—”

“Eddie!” a boyish voice calls from across the cafeteria, only halfway drowned out through all the noise. A group of guys in Hellfire shirts walk towards the table.

You take that as your cue to leave. You don’t want to burst into tears in front of your crush and all of his friends.

“I’m sorry,” is all you manage to choke out before turning on your heel and walking away.

He’d been smiling up until that point — like it was all a big joke to him — because it was. 

The girl he’s been fawning over since junior year comes out of nowhere with tickets to see one of his favorite bands? That was the kind of shit he dreamt about — the kind of plan only someone as vicious as Robin Buckley could concoct to hurt his feelings. And after spending so many years being the brunt of bullies, Eddie was tired of being embarrassed.

And at first, he thought you were just a really good actor. You did look almost genuinely confused when he’d snuffed out the plan so quickly. But those wide, glassy eyes you looked at him with — he doesn’t know if a person can fake that sort of heartbreak. That looked real.

Eddie had been close to commending himself for not letting Robin win. He thought he was a genius for not allowing Buckley to use you against him. Now he knows he’s the same dumbass he's always been.

“Hey, man…” Gareth wavers as he sits at his designated seat adjacent to Eddie’s. The boy’s forlorn and faraway gaze doesn’t go unnoticed by the rest of the club. They all share looks of confusion, but the sandy-haired boy is the only one brave enough to speak up. “You okay?”

Eddie keeps his gaze trained on your figure as you maneuver through the crowd. Robin looks happy for you when you reach her, but the puppy-like excitement washes away when she notices how sad you are. 

He feels like someone’s shoved a knife between his ribcage. He wonders if this is what a broken heart feels like.

“I think I screwed up,” he answers, laughing cynically at himself. “Like, big time.”

“Well, it wouldn’t be the first time, right?” Dustin jokes before popping a fry into his mouth. He laughs, but no one else joins him. “…Right?”

Eddie glares at the boy.

He cowers. “…Kidding. I was kidding.”

—————

He stews over it all day — your offer and what he said to you and how sad you looked after he said it. 

He pictures your pinched brows and big, glassy eyes and his chest starts to burn a little. Everyone always thought he was some raging asshole just because he had crazy hair and a crazier taste in music. Now he feels like they were sort of right about him. 

Whatever chance he had with you has surely turned to dust by now. It wouldn’t surprise him after he shrugged you off like he did. But after waging a nearly four-hour war in his mind between lunch and dismissal, he knows he has to make sure. 

He has to know if he’s ruined things entirely or if there’s a glimmer of hope he can hang onto.

He comes to you at the end of the day, dripping in metaphorical blood from the mental carnage he’d endured. He stood across the hall from you for five whole minutes as he tried to come up with something to say. He walks to your locker empty-handed and just blurts, “I thought you were joking,” like a total idiot.

Through the muddled conversation in the bustling hallway, you hadn’t heard him coming. You didn’t know he was there at all until he was right next to you. Seeing someone so suddenly close to you makes you flinch — hard.

And it’s not totally Eddie’s fault. You’re jumpy and too easily frightened at times, but he can’t help but feel like he’s messing things up more than he already has.

“Oh…” you deflate with a sigh, eyes still wide and swimming with something he can’t quite place. You look like you’re almost relieved to see him. Almost. 

“Sorry— shit, sorry. I didn’t mean to…” The boy stumbles over his words, then trails off when they don’t come out the way he wants. He shakes his head and finds it in himself to smile. It’s bitter, though, filled with self-abhorrence. “I wasn’t trying to scare you.”

With one hand still clutching the door of your locker, and the other gripping a stack of textbooks, you peer at him through your lashes. “I know. It’s okay. I just— I wasn’t expecting it…”

He grimaces. “Sorry…”

“’S okay,” you repeat.

“I, um, I only came in so hot ‘cause I wanted to apologize— you know, for earlier. In the lunch room,” he stammers and puts his fidgeting hands in the pockets of his leather jacket. He tries to laugh, but it comes out more as an insincere puff of air. “Honestly, I thought you were joking.”

Your brows pinch. “Joking? Why would I—”

“I sorta locked Robin and Vickie in the old chemistry room in the east wing a few days ago,” he confesses, bouncing his shoulders. “Just because I know they both like each other and everything, and I thought maybe they’d finally admit it if they were alone together.”

“Okay…?” 

“Well, they didn’t. And Robin was pissed. So I thought she was using you to get back at me.”

“Using me?” you echo.

“Yeah. ‘Cause I’ve kinda been into you since junior year and everything,” he admits with a nonchalant shrug. The corner of his rosy mouth quirks into a half-smile. “It’s, like, the one card Robin could use against me that would actually hurt, you know? If she did try to get me back.”

Your heart swells so much it hurts, almost — the same kind of hurt you'd felt in the lunch room earlier. It feels fiery, like someone’s taken a match to your ribcage and lit your heart aglow. But it’s different now. This is a good hurt, a happy hurt.

“Really?” you squint at him, your voice high and light. Your lips twitch like you want to smile, but you don’t let yourself — lest this all turns out to be some kind of elaborate dream. Or a joke.

“Since we had Mr. Kaminsky’s together, yeah,” Eddie affirms with a slow, confident nod. His chocolate eyes flit up to the water-stained ceiling. “Let’s see… We were learning about reproduction, and Tommy Hagan made some stupid joke about using you as a real-life model instead of the pictures in the textbook—”

“I remember,” you nod, trying not to shudder at the memory that still haunts you. 

“And I told him that he was making it real obvious that he’s never seen an actual vagina before and that the one in the textbook looked a lot like his mom’s,” the boy recalls with a soft laugh. “And you looked over at me, and you smiled, and I… have been a goner ever since.”

He looks down at you again, all sheepish like he isn’t gluing your broken heart back together again. His chocolate eyes twinkle in a way you’ve never seen before. They sparkle in their softness. You have to look away before it turns you into a puddle at his feet. 

You smile widely into your locker, pursing it off to the side in attempts to conceal its brightness. 

“No one’s ever stuck up for me like that before,” you confess quietly after a few moments, peeking at him from the corner of your eye. “I’m pretty sure I gushed to Robin about it for days.”

“Yeah?” Eddie hums. He can feel his hopes getting too high.

“Yeah. I told her all about the pretty boy in the back of the room that finally got Tommy H. to leave me alone.”

“Oh… You think he’s pretty, huh?” the boy teases despite his pink cheeks.

You nod — made much braver by his previous admission — though you still have a little trouble looking him in the eye. You drag a notebook from your locker as you tell him, “I think he’s very pretty.”

“Well, I have it on good authority that the boy you think is pretty is super sorry for being such an asshole to you earlier,” Eddie murmurs, his nose scrunched and head tilted. “And that he’d really love to go to that concert with you— if you haven’t found some other schmuck to go with you, that is.”

Your eyes light up like a Christmas tree as you beam at him. No one’s ever looked at him that way before now.

“I’d like that,” you nod, then shrug. “I don’t think I’d wanna go with anyone else, anyway…”

“So, it’s a date?” Eddie asks, just to make sure. His raised brows disappear behind his fluffy bangs. His chin tilts to his chest as he smiles hopefully down at you.

You nod, and repeat it more softly than the loudmouth boy. “It’s a date.”

Eddie can feel himself grinning like an idiot. His cheeks ache with how wide he’s beaming at you, but he's too lovesick to stop. Like squinting into the sun, smiling every time he looks at you is muscle memory by now. 

And what did a freak like him ever do to deserve a date with the freakin’ sun?

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eddie munson x cheerleader/popular reader, where the reader keeps asking eddie out on a date but he keeps rejecting them because why would a popular person want to be with him. Anyways, maybe something happened that made him realize that he believes them and would like to go out with them.

I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting 🫶🏻

Asking me out?

Y/N recently grew a crush on Eddie, the town's freak. She never saw something in him before, but all it took was one moment for it to change.

It was a Friday night and she was freezing her ass off on the field. But a big fake smile plastered on her face as she did the cheers. She let her eyes wander as the game played, and then she saw Eddie. He stood off to the side smoking a cigarette, she was surprised he wasn't asked to leave. He had one hand in his pocket and his hair was covered with a black beanie. He must have felt her stare because he looked in her direction.

She froze as she couldn't look away, his eyes kept her in a daze. His eyes warmed up her body and she felt her face burn when he winked.

That was all it took, that night she dreamed about it and woke up with the biggest crush she's ever had.

When Monday rolled around she had a skip in her step. She wanted to ask Eddie out, she knew she'd sound crazy with it coming out of nowhere but who cares.

She found him at lunch and walked over to his table. A big smile on her face as she stood in front of him. He was so cute that it made her want to giggle for years. She was shocked that the girls didn't see how attractive he was.

"Can I talk to you?"

His table went silent

Eddie looked at her confused

"Me?" he asked, pointing to himself, her eyes never left him so it was clear who she meant. But he had no idea why.

She grabbed his hand and lifted him from the chair, he looked over at his friends as she pulled him into the hallway. She dropped his hand and turned around to face him

"I'm Y/N," she said as she smiled

"I know," he said, "I mean! I'm Eddie," he stuttered

"I know," she said with a small wink. Eddie wasn't sure if his heart racing was a good or bad thing.

"I saw you at the football game on Friday, and this might sound very forward, but I think you are insanely attractive and I'd love to go out on a date with you, maybe tonight?"

Eddie felt the need to clean his ears because there was no way Y/N, the prettiest cheerleader, asked him out. He stared at her like she had multiple heads, and he had a feeling it coming out of nowhere was a trap. He would love to say "hell yes" but he was tired of being burned by people.

"I can't tonight, I have to babysit," he lied

"That's okay, how about tomorrow?" she asked

"I babysit all week and the weekend. You know, parents have kids but never want to take care of them," he nervously laughed

Y/N felt blown off and had a bad feeling he was lying. She was disappointed but she shrugged it off.

"Have fun, Eddie. Maybe another time," she spoke quietly, far less enthusiastic than before. And that made Eddie feel like shit.

"Yeah, thanks," he said, watching as her shoulders slumped as she walked back into the cafeteria.

~~~

In case he was telling the truth and had to babysit, she tried again for that "another time."

"Hey Eddie, do you want to get a bite to eat after the game?"

"I have to be home right away, I'm sorry"

And then she tried another time, and another, and another. He always seemed to be busy. But she really liked him and she wanted to try one last time.

Eddie was sitting against the school's building as he waited for Wayne to pick him up, his van decided to not start and left him stranded.

Y/N walked over, standing at his feet.

Eddie looked up as a shadow covered him. There she was, beautiful as ever. She made Eddie nervous and he didn't like to be nervous.

"What are you sitting out here for?" she asked, Eddie could feel his stomach flutter when she smiled.

"Van died so waiting for my ride," he shrugged

"I can give you a ride, and as a thank you for it maybe we could get ice cream?" she offered, more shy each time since she knew he'd say no.

"He's already on his way so you don't have to worry about me," he said as he stood up

"What about just ice cream then? I can pick you up." She kept trying and he kept shutting her down

"I'll probably be in the shop with my van, but once it's fixed I should have some free time, I'll find you."

~~~

Eddie arrived in his van a few days later, and he never talked to her. It hurt to admit, but he was never going to say yes and she had to move on.

He found her eyes and quickly looked away, when he looked again she was gone.

A few days passed and she stopped walking up to him. Sometimes they'd make eye contact, and she'd smile and then look away. Anytime she walked in his direction he held his breath, letting it free when she walked passed him.

He missed talking to her, even if it was always two sentences. He liked having her attention but he was scared of what would come after if he said yes. Would a bucket of water be dumped on him? Was it a bet? Would he find himself shoved in a closet and beaten up?

It was a risk he wasn't willing to take.

~~

Eddie was walking to his campaign when he walked passed the gym and heard his name.

He peeked inside to see Y/N and Chrissy stretching. Eddie was a simple guy so he had to take his time looking at Y/N as she sat in her uniform.

"Are you going to try again?" Chrissy asked, her hand stretched out to her feet

"No," Y/N sighed

"What? But you really like him!" Chrissy gasped

"Chris, it's clear he doesn't like me. I can count the amount of times he said no on two hands. I'm done embarrassing myself. It's a crush, I'll get over it," Y/N shrugged

"Yeah, but you haven't liked a guy in a long time! Are you sure you want to give up?"

"I know you are trying to be a good friend, but you won't change my mind. If he liked me, he would make time work in his apparently busy schedule. I'm probably not his type and that's okay." Y/N explained, mostly trying to make herself feel better.

"You're right, but his loss because I know a ton of single guys who have been asking about you!" Chrissy gushed

Eddie was leaning so far that the door opened and he fell right through. He cussed as he landed on his stomach. The fall caught the girl's attention and he blushed in embarrassment.

"Eddie? Oh my are you okay?" Y/N asked, rushing over

Chrissy was behind her, a look of worry on her face

"I'm good," he said through clenched teeth. He moved to his knees and felt soft hands helping him stand up. Once he was on his feet he wanted to run.

"Were you pushed?" Y/N asked, worried he might have been getting picked on.

Eddie couldn't tell which was less embarrassing

"Uh no, I was eavesdropping, and well karma," he said as he brushed his dirty hands against his jeans. Chrissy nodded and backed away, giving them privacy to talk.

"Oh! So you heard all of that, huh?" Y/N asked, groaning in embarrassment

"Yeah and look I'm sorry I kept rejecting you. I wasn't sure if you were serious or not and I was a little scared," Eddie said

"Scared of what? and why would I be lying?" she asked

"You're popular and I've never had a popular girl take interest in me that wasn't for some type of joke. I figured you were asking me out as a joke or to set me up for something. And I'm sorry for assuming, I didn't know you genuinely like me."

"I can understand that. I hope you know that I'd never do something cruel to anyone. I'm not like that," she explained

"And I believe you. I know I kinda had a million shots to go out with you and I fucked them all up. But can I make it up to you?" he asked, hope in his eyes as she smiled

"Are you asking me out, Eddie?" she teased

"I am," he said as he smiled, "What do you say?"

"I think I'm busy for the whole year, sorry," she said, Eddie stood shocked as she turned around and walked away.

He felt his body slump at the rejection, but he guessed he deserved it. He turned around and headed out of the gym.

He made it down the hall when he heard his name being called, he turned around.

"That's for saying no. But I'd love to go out with you," she said as she walked towards him

"I did deserve that," he laughed but walked towards her, "tonight after practice, we can grab that bite to eat?"

"I'll see you then," she said with a smile. She leaned in and pecked his cheek softly.

Eddie blushed as her lips touched his skin

He watched as she walked back to practice, head in the clouds.

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