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BET ON IT — ahn yujin x f!reader

stereotypical jock ahn yujin is given a bet by her friends; take you, one of the smartest students in school, on a date. too bad you’re aware of the bet.

TAGS — literally all fluff, jock!yujin, yuj gets rejected a lot, popular x kinda nerd trope, ice hockey players r so fine, cursing

WORDCOUNT — 4.3k

when you first stepped into your new class, the tall brunette girl sitting at the back had caught your eye. she was wearing a varsity jacket and on her face adorned a boyish grin.

your cheeks had heated up when she sent a glance your way, and that’s when you realised, you had just found your newest object of infatuation. ahn yujin was just another hallway crush, blending into the crowd of high schoolers and standing out when she passed by your locker. she was eye candy for you and whenever you would see her, your day got significantly better.

once you were more settled in the school, you found out that yujin was unobtainable. way out of your league. a typical jock with a scholarship to an ivy league school. one that cared for neither studies nor academics. her only passion? playing ice hockey and with people’s hearts.

you had realised the latter when passing by a toilet cubicle. the sobs inside were too emotional and excruciating to ignore. despite your best efforts, your fist ended up knocking on the door and you had asked, “are you okay in there?”

inside of the cubicle was a girl, sobbing her eyes out. apparently, ahn yujin had promised to take her out on a date and even invited her back to her house but ended up ditching her. you had frowned, you could never have imagined the puppy-like girl you saw on the first day doing such a thing.

your infatuation for her slowly disappeared as you heard more and more stories of the atrocious things she would do to people. stomping on flowers, laughing at confessions and spreading rumours about people. ahn yujin was an asshole and a jerk. unfortunately she was an attractive one.

“y/n,” jiwon whispers, “is the answer x equals to negative five?”

you look up from your worksheet, for which you had doodled ahn yujin’s familiar smirk and quickly covered it.

“no. my answer is positive five. i think you made a mistake in the quadratic formula,” you explain, taking a peek at jiwon’s working. jiwon frowns and a shadow appears next to your desk.

the shadow actually startles you slightly. since the end of year examinations were nearing, lessons meant for teaching content were swapped to self-study sessions. normally, not a single person would move around, in fear of jeopardising their grades to fool around with friends.

thus, you were extremely confused as to why ahn yujin stood next to your table, eyes crinkling in a smile.

“hi,” she says, “i wanted to ask, how did you get a positive five for your answer?”

you can only stare at her in shock. due to her scholarship being on the line, you had thought yujin would have the top students tutoring her, as she had to keep an average of 70% for every semester.

so why was she talking to you now? wasn’t jang wonyoung a better option to ask?

“uhm, i think you forgot to…” you stare at her worksheet, “times 2 to the denominator.”

yujin’s eyes widen and you can’t lie that it’s adorable. jiwon shifts next to you nervously and you place a hand over hers, comforting her nerves.

“thanks! i owe you one!”

“oh… there’s no need…”

before you can even complete your sentence, she bounces back to her seat and smiles brightly at you. a quick whip of your head faces you with jiwon.

“did ahn yujin just talk to you?” she mumbles.

you rub the back of your neck, “i guess she did.”

for the first time in three years, you felt your feelings of infatuation resurface. ahn yujin, the girl at the top of your school’s social pyramid, just talked to you? and looked adorable while doing it?

and what does she mean by ‘she owes you’?

you just hoped it wouldn’t interfere with your studies. yujin was an enigma, one that would need countless hours of observation and detailed assessments to figure out her true colours. was her playboy act all a facade? or was this nice and cute classmate that you had actually just another one of her acting personalities to get what she wanted?

there were so many questions in your head that you didn’t even notice the bell ringing.

jiwon pulls you up and links your arms together, flashing a smile which snaps you out of your daydream.

“let’s go meet rei,” she says. you nod in agreement and let yourself be pulled all the way to the cafeteria. only at the table, you realise that you had left your phone back in the classroom.

rei had soon joined the table and you stood up abruptly.

“i left my phone in class, i’ll be back soon!” you inform your friends who wave you off. a quick few steps and you had arrived back at the classroom. notably, it was empty as students had all crammed to the cafeteria for a quick break before going back into revision.

except for the trio that sat at the back.

you raise your eyebrows and instantly recognise the smirk and brown hair of ahn yujin. she had kim gaeul and jang wonyoung sitting beside her, both of which had questioning looks on their face.

without much thought, you were planning to just walk in and take your phone swiftly. yet, the mutter of your name had made you pause in your steps.

“what was that with y/n during class?” wonyoung asks, head tilting in curiosity.

“what was what?”

gaeul scoffs, “you definitely knew how to do that question.”

“hm, did i? didn’t i look more like a stupid jock just needing assistance from one of the top scorers?” yujin laughs.

“you literally have me, the actual top scorer. y/n isn’t so stupid to buy your whole act. she’s actually a challenge,” wonyoung says. despite them discussing your intelligence in the open, you felt pride simmer at wonyoung thinking you were too smart to fall for yujin’s tricks.

“watch me.”

“okay… if she agrees on a date by the end of this month,” gaeul picks at her fingernails, “lunch is on me for the rest of the year.”

yujin chuckles, “it’ll be too easy.”

“and don’t fall for her,” wonyoung adds.

“still easy. this will be the easiest bet of my life.”

you hear the chair scraping against the floor afterwards. still debating on whether to retrieve your phone, you decide to ponder on what the bet entailed for you.

so one, yujin was definitely still a jerk. two, you would have to agree to a date by the end of the month for her to win. and three, she had no idea that you knew of this secret agreement.

huh.

you smile, finally having the upper hand over yujin for once. maybe this bet would teach yujin a lesson and help you live out your young fantasies.

“y/n!” you almost instinctively start to walk faster at the sound of yujin’s voice. all eyes turned to look at you and jiwon’s grip on your wrist tightened.

“good morning,” you nod. in one hand, a chocolate milk carton and in the other, a chemistry textbook.

yujin smiles sheepishly at you, “i was wondering… were you free this afternoon to tutor me in chemistry? i heard you were the top student of our year—”

“i’m not. wonyoung is,” you reply firmly. yujin falters for a second before bouncing back, “she isn’t free today since she has student council duties. i already tried asking her!”

if you didn’t know about the bet, you genuinely would have believed her convincing act.

“ah, well, i’m not free today.”

“oh? why?”

you gesture to jiwon, “going on a date!”

at that point, you hadn’t realised the impact of your words. those four words changed the trajectory of your life.

“d-date?!” yujin gapes.

you thought she looked like a fish. meanwhile, jiwon was desperately trying to drag you away from the crowd that was forming to witness ahn yujin being rejected.

“yup. so i can’t help you,” you say and wave goodbye to yujin, who stays rooted to the ground, almost jaw-dropped. truly, this was amusing. her reaction was terribly funny, considering that she had never once in her life been rejected before. and for you to be the one to do so? amazing.

yet, jiwon didn’t find it funny and began cursing you for ruining her school year. once word got out that her best friend was the one who rejected yujin, she would not be able to live a peaceful life.

this cycle of rejection only continued despite jiwon’s attempts to hide you from yujin. the requests ranged from, “can you help me with calculus?” to, “there was a new tteokbokki store that opened near school, wanna go together?”

you soon realised that yujin was determined to win this bet. with the countless amount of sweet post-it notes taped to chocolate milk cartons that appeared on your desk every morning… how could you not?

yujin had willpower, you acknowledged that fact. it was just a shame that you had overheard the conversation. maybe she would have actually won the bet by now.

while you were gloating about yujin’s loss, the jock was almost heartbroken with the number of futile attempts.

“she just isn’t falling for it!” yujin exclaims.

wonyoung raises an eyebrow, “i told you she isn’t that stupid. and your methods are so lame.”

“i thought they were cute,” yujin sniffles, pouting. the mere thought of her not being able to persuade a girl was devastating. this would mess up her reputation! she wasn’t the one who chased others!

“you’re not winning this bet,” gaeul states, snickering at yujin’s misfortune.

yujin, despite their claims, was still persistent in trying to get a date. it didn’t matter what she needed to do, she would do it. anything to win this bet.

she couldn’t lose her hard-built reputation as a heartbreaker. that was crazy. if she had to get down on her knees to beg…

well yujin might just consider it.

unbeknownst to the things yujin would do for a date with you, you walk with jiwon peacefully, almost reaching the front gate when your best friend halts.

“ah,” jiwon says out of the blue, “I can’t go home with you today. i need to show the new exchange students around school.” you frown but nodded anyway.

“i’ll see you tomorrow then?” you ask. jiwon sends a smile and quickly walks back to the school doors. you sigh, taking out your airpods when a tap on your shoulder spins you around.

ahn yujin again.

“hi,” she flashes a grin, “mind if i walk with you?”

“don’t you normally go that way?” you point in the opposite direction. yujin turns her head and laughs, “so you’ve been observing me?”

you think for a moment. “no, but your fanclub is waiting there for you.”

like you said, a group of girls and boys alike were standing at the other gate, eyes darting around for yujin. she tilts her head, reminiscent of your puppy back at home, and says, “i’m walking this way so i don’t get bombarded by them.”

“fair enough,” you take out your airpods again and try to drown out yujin’s attempts at conversation.

“hey!” she continuously taps you on the shoulder. you ignore her.

“don’t ignore me!” you do that.

“y/n-ssi..!”

ugh. you think. who the hell said that yujin was like a puppy? (you.) she was more like a parrot that couldn’t shut up.

“yujin-ssi,” you huff, “keep quiet.”

said girl just turns to you with a pout. eyes glistening with hope when you falter ever so slightly. with a sigh, you take out your airpods and raise an eyebrow.

“okay, i won’t ignore you anymore.”

“great! i was wondering,” yujin pauses, a hint of hesitation in her voice that you’ve never heard before, “do you wanna grab lunch together? wonyoung heard from jiwon that you liked the cafe nearby, i’ll pay.”

your voice wavers, “uh, sure.” no one could blame you; your favourite cafe paired with a free meal? anyone would have accepted (regardless of the puppy-like girl who shrieked in excitement).

“great!” yujin discreetly grabs your wrist, pulling you to walk faster. slightly taken aback, you willingly let yourself be pulled away.

on the way there, the typically chirpy yujin doesn’t say a word and instead keeps quiet. it’s only until you both find a seat in the cafe that she speaks up.

“y/n-ssi, do you hate me or something?” you watch as the jock twirls the fork in her hand, eyes gleaming with curiosity. perhaps she’s never experienced being rejected before.

“you’re just too much for me.”

“oh? what do you mean by that?”

you choose your next words wisely, “it’s a bit strange to have someone popular talk to someone so mediocre.”

yujin’s head snaps up, fury in her eyes. you think she’s about to storm out, offended by your words. yet, she grasps your hands into hers, passionately saying, “how could you be mediocre?! y/n-ssi, you’re like the most intelligent person in our grade, and you’re super nice and helpful too!”

you feel relieved. her outburst was just defending you. giggles escape your lips as you reply back, “nice and helpful? after rejecting you so often?”

the sight of yujin’s cheeks being flushed makes you marvel. it’s a rare sight to see the jock so flustered. she’s usually so composed and witty.

“ah… i was a bit insistent and annoying, i understand why y/n-ssi avoided me…” yujin mumbles shyly, letting your hands drop onto the table. your hands feel cold without yujin’s warmth but you quickly diminish that thought.

stop it, yujin is just playing with you.

you straighten up naturally, catching yourself before replying with anything flirty. you had to remember that yujin’s primary reason for talking to you was because of the bet.

unfortunately for you, yujin notices your change in demeanour.

“are you okay?”

“yeah,” you eye her carefully, “i’m just hungry.”

yujin sends you a toothy grin and starts another conversation. you end up talking about her puppy, azzo, her ice hockey training and your art portfolio before the food arrives. you realise even though ahn yujin was a stereotypical jock, she was probably smarter than most.

“y/n-ssi, can i call you unnie?”

you raise your eyebrow, “how do you know my birthday?”

yujin looks startled. frazzled, she quickly replies, “i just asked wonyoung… she’s close friends with jiwon…!”

“doing background checks on me?” you say, stuffing your mouth with the red velvet cake in front of you.

“no… maybe, yes? i was just curious!”

“you just want to talk informally, don’t you, yujin?”

the jock bows her head down, you hate how you find it cute.

“yeah… you caught me.”

you smile, “okay, you can call me unnie.”

it’s like yujin just won the lottery with the way she’s grinning. you would tease her even more but it’s better not to get attached to her.

after this month, she wouldn’t even bat an eye at you.

soon, you finish up your cake and yujin does too. when paying, you sense yujin’s impatience and chalk it off to being her realising that you wouldn’t wield so easily. shrugging it off, you try your best to make a quick exit before yujin drags you to somewhere else again.

after paying, you swiftly leave the cafe, only to be caught in yujin’s grasp again.

“unnie, can we exchange contact info?” her eyes are shining now. you hesitantly nod and hand her your phone.

yujin 🐶 [4.38pm]:

yn unnie! ^^

“there! i sent you a message,” yujin exclaims, “where’s your house? i’ll walk you home!”

“huh?! no… yujin, you should go home, i can walk by myself…”

the puppy-like girl only pouts. you’re mostly helpless to her, unable to really say no to a face like hers.

“unnie, i need to know if you reached home safely! bad guys would obviously kidnap a girl as pretty as you!” yujin scoffs. you try to hide your blush as you finally nod again.

yujin brightens up and takes your hand into hers, “let’s go!”

you feel bad for the younger girl; she was usually the one who played with other people’s feelings and now, she didn’t even realise that she’s the one getting played with. you wonder if yujin has ever seen the aftermath of her entertainment. would she be shocked that she caused someone so much pain? or would she just laugh?

the closer you got to your doorstep, the more you didn’t want to leave yujin. fuck, you think, that’s a bad sign.

how did yujin manage to attract you in only a day?

what the hell type of sorcery was she using?

“thank you for walking me home,” you bow, “send me a text when you get home too.” yujin nods but she stares at you expectantly. maybe she wanted you to invite her into your house?

that wasn’t going to happen though.

“uhm,” you mumble unintelligently. not even giving it a second thought, you quickly plant a kiss on yujin’s cheek and run into your house, slamming the door behind you.

what the fuck! you and yujin both think, your hand covering your mouth, shocked that you even did that. meanwhile, yujin traces the outline of your lips on her cheek with her fingertips, her face resembling a tomato the longer she stands outside your door.

yujin 🐶 [5.02pm]:

unnie…? ㅠㅠ

yn unnie 🤍 [5.03pm]:

IM SINSORYR

I DID IT WITHOUT THINKJNG

yujin 🐶 [5.03pm]:

ure too mean…

kissing me then slamming the door

yn unnie 🤍 [5.03pm]:

im sorry yuj

yujin 🐶 [5.04pm]:

ur lips r so soft tho?

do u use the laniege lip mask? ㅋㅋ

yn unnie 🤍 [5.04pm]:

what are u saying…

go home…

yujin 🐶 [5.04pm]:

yes ma’am!

(￣^￣)ゞ

ah fuck, you flop onto the couch, cheeks aflame, ahn yujin, i think you’re winning that bet.

it’s an early morning, gaeul hums happily, bathing in the sunlight. sometimes she’s glad that she has the window seat, when the sun rises and sets, she gets to watch it all. other times she’s not so grateful. like when it rains heavily and the raindrops splash at her.

life is great—

“yah, kim gaeul.”

the girl opens her eyes, facing an irritating sight; an ashamed ahn yujin. she only looked like that when her suitors yell at her, or when her mother nags her for her grades.

having known yujin for years, it was probably the former.

“which girl was it now?” gaeul huffs.

“y/n unnie.”

gaeul almost falls off her chair, did yujin win the bet? already worrying about her pocket money for the year, gaeul ignores everything yujin says, not until she hears, “i want to call the bet off.”

“what?!” she shrieks, “she didn’t agree to a date?”

yujin shakes her head, deflated but not for the reasons you’d imagine.

“i didn’t ask her on one,” she explains, “because… it didn’t feel right to do something so reckless.”

gaeul widens her eyes, naturally gesturing for yujin to continue. how could something like asking a girl on a date scare yujin? it was second nature to her at this point!

“asking y/n unnie on a date…” yujin’s gaze feels dreamy now and gaeul thinks she’s staring at a different person, “ah… it feels wrong to do it now..?”

“why? you wanted to win the bet though?”

yujin’s gaze hardens, “the bet isn’t as important as her.”

“y-yujin?! you’re saying that…”

“gaeul unnie, i like y/n.”

there’s no need to further explain. ahn yujin, the typical high school jock, falling for a girl that she only talked to for her own entertainment. how did she even manage to fall for you? yujin doesn’t know it herself. maybe it was after that day at the cafe, when you actually showed interest in her life. maybe it was the many online conversations you had with her, talking about mundane things. maybe it was the first day you locked eyes, yujin subconsciously always kept an eye on you afterwards.

or maybe it was all of that combined.

you tap your feet nervously on the bench. after you had kissed yujin’s cheek, she always brought it up, genuinely asking why your lips were so soft or even boldly declaring that she wanted another. maybe because it was rare for you to be so affectionate. even with jiwon and rei, skinship wasn’t so common. honestly, you weren’t sure what you were even doing with yujin. after many midnight conversations, you would consider you two friends. or perhaps even close friends.

yujin had forced you to wait for her to finish practice so she could walk you home. it was almost a routine at that point. there was some speculation of you two dating and you could imagine how happy that made yujin feel. yet mysteriously, yujin hadn’t made any super flirtatious advancements on you. the month was ending soon and the bet would end in her loss. so why wasn’t she doing anything? (not that you wanted her to do anything).

“y/n,” you turn your head. why on earth was kim gaeul and jang wonyoung staring at you from behind?

“yes…?”

the two girls glance at each other and rush up to you. you were currently standing outside yujin’s ice rink, watching her play hockey with her teammates. sometimes while playing a game, she would score and send you a wink. even through the helmet, you could see her mouth, ‘this is for you!’ it was embarrassing and cheesy but you still ended up flustered, covering your red face with your hair.

“we have something we need to tell you,” wonyoung starts off.

gaeul nods earnestly, “we’re very sorry but…”

you realise where this is going.

“ah, is this about the bet you guys and yujin made about me?”

wonyoung and gaeul both have their mouths agape, eyebrows furrowed. you almost laugh at their reaction.

“h-how did you know?!”

“i overheard you guys that day, i was going to get my phone but then i heard my name. sorry for eavesdropping.”

“no! we should be sorry for making that bet! but, if you already knew about it, why are you still hanging out with yujin?” wonyoung asks.

you chuckle, “i just wanted to see what she was planning to do. it was plain curiosity.”

“ah! but yujin likes you!” gaeul blurts out.

huh…?

“what?!”

“yeah! she told me a few days ago, that’s why she called the bet off,” the girl says. wonyoung groans, muttering about how gaeul shouldn’t have revealed that.

you absentmindedly say, “i like her too…”

the subject of your conversation immediately butts in, “you like who?”

you instantly clamp your mouth shut, heartbeat in your ears as you turn to face yujin. luckily you weren’t so out of it yet, if you were, you wouldn’t be able to control blurting out how handsome yujin looked in her gear. even brushing the ice off her jersey looked attractive to you.

“gaeul unnie, isn’t it time for us to leave?” wonyoung briskly drags gaeul out of the ice rink, leaving just you and yujin inside.

“aren’t you going to change?” you ask, facing a different direction from the jock before she manages to fluster you.

“i saw my two idiot friends talking to you, so i came here first,�� she says, plopping down on the bench too.

“what were you guys even talking about?”

“oh… we were, uhm,” you stare at your lap, on top, your fingers playing with each other.

yujin senses you hesitate and places a hand on top of yours, holding it tightly.

“talking about… the bet you made about me,” you gulp, anticipating a huge, overblown reaction. you close your eyes but you don’t hear anything from yujin.

the silence begins to become worrying and you open your eyes, only to see yujin barely breathing, her eyes blown open and a pale face.

“unnie, i’m so sorr—”

“i’m not mad!” you quickly say, “i sort of had a crush on you on the first day of school, so having you interested in me, regardless of the bet, i mean, it made me feel good.”

“you had a crush on me?” yujin questions.

“yeah? like a hallway crush.”

“you’re seriously not mad about the bet?”

you shrug, “i was at first. but then your friends told me something.”

the girl’s body becomes stiff, more stiff than when you told her about your knowledge of the bet.

“they told me you like me, that’s what we were talking about before you came over,” you turn to her, “yujin-ah, is it true?”

yujin nods shyly.

“they’re so annoying… i wanted to have this cool confession but, ugh, unnie, i really wasn’t expecting myself to like you. is it crazy to say i’m happy that i made that bet? because it let me become closer to you?”

“yujin, before i accept your confession…” her eyes light up again, “can you tell me why you treated all those girls like that?”

“you mean…”

“you played with their hearts, how can i be sure that you won’t play with mine?” you ask.

yujin sighs, “honestly, i don’t know either but unnie, i need you to trust me that i like you a lot. i like you so much that i don’t know how to live through a day without thinking about you. everytime i experience something, i want to share it with you. please let me show my love for you.”

love… you smile, gently removing yujin’s helmet.

“you’re already thinking about love?”

yujin’s hair is unkempt, her bangs are swept messily, blocking her eyes slightly. yet, you can still see the whole galaxy in her eyes.

reaching out for her jaw, you pull her closer.

“ahn yujin, if you ever play with me, you’re dead.”

your lips are almost touching and you can feel her breath. almost panting already, yujin breathes out.

“there’s no point living if you’re not by my side.”

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just-my-latest-hyperfixation · 1 day ago

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Perfectly Purple

Written for the @steddiebingo

Prompts: Hawkins Library on the main card and Pastel on the Hop into Spring bonus card

Rated: T

Words: 1,301 [also on AO3]

Tags: Pre-S1; Pre-Steddie; Eddie Munson has a crush on Steve Harrington; Jealous Eddie; Eddie Munson is a little shit

There's a cardigan draped over the backrest of Eddie’s favorite chair. It's pastel purple, with a shiny row of mother-of-pearl buttons and a delicate satin bow on the collar.

“Huh,” says Frank, putting his books down on the table and looking around the empty library. “Looks like someone forgot their jacket.”

“Not someone,” Eddie mutters, lifting a soft, knitted sleeve between two fingers, as if the frills on the hems might turn into fangs any second. “Nancy Wheeler.”

Jeff, who just slid into the remaining chair, stops rifling through his backpack and frowns up at him.

“Nancy who now?”

Eddie rolls his eyes. “Wheeler. From freshman year? Little Miss Goodie Two Shoes with the perfect brunette locks and large baby blues. Aspiring new member of the newspaper club. Best friends with Holland from band. Looks a little like a sad baby deer most of the time, if baby deer wore stockings and hair barrettes. C’mon Jeff, show a bit of an interest in our fellow students.”

Jeff gives him a look.

“Maybe if you showed a little less interest in our fellow students and a little more interest in your books, we wouldn’t be stuck here, having to redo this report. What’s the matter with you? Where does this sudden obsession with random freshmen come from?”

“It's not an obsession,” Eddie claims. This is ridiculous. Why would he be obsessed with little Nancy Wheeler and her perfect hair and her perfect smile and her perfect pastel atrocity of a purple cardigan? “I am merely trying to stay up to date on the social ecosystem of-”

“She’s dating Harrington,” Frank says from behind his book. Jeff’s eyebrows shoot up.

“What, really? Since when?”

They both turn to face Eddie.

“How am I supposed to know?” he snaps, as if he has no idea. As if he doesn't know that it's been two weeks and three-and-a-half days since Harrington and Wheeler arrived at Karen Friedman's birthday party together. As if he isn't aware that Wheeler was wearing this exact cardigan when they snuck out to kiss between the rose bushes in the backyard. As if he wasn't there, lurking in the shadow of the garden wall like some hideous, voyeuristic goblin with a lunchbox full of weed.

Jeff's eyes go soft.

“Shit, man. That blows, I'm sorry.”

“Sorry?” Eddie paces in a circle in front of the stupid chair with Nancy Wheeler’s stupid cardigan, gesturing wildly at nothing in particular. “What are you sorry for? The way our peers keep mindlessly reenacting the same hollow clichés of mediocre small town life over and over again, not knowing that this is the very thing that's trapping them in this capitalist hellscape of a society? Because you're right, that totally blows.”

“Okay,” Frank says. “No more Mountain Dew for you. Now how about we all calm down and start working on this-”

But Eddie isn't done.

“Oh, look at me, I'm Nancy Wheeler,” he says, yanking the cardigan from the chair and draping it over his shoulders, letting the empty sleeves dangle by his sides. “I'm pretty and polite and smart. I study for fun. I've never had to redo a report in my life. I'm gonna pass high school with flying colors and maybe even go to college, and then I'll throw it all away to become a perfect little housewife and raise some airheaded jock’s brats.”

Jeff snorts a laugh. “Oh my God, you do look a bit like her. You should keep that thing, maybe you'll get Harrington fooled.”

Frank raises his book again, doing his best impression of a guy who just wandered in by accident and has never seen these lunatics in his life.

“Maybe on a moonless, cloudy night,” he says. “If we get him drugged and concussed first.”

Eddie snatches the book from his hand. Frank curses and tries to grab him, but he lets out a high-pitched giggle and dances out of reach.

“What was that, Steve?” he chirps, leaning his back against the nearest shelf and clutching the book to his chest, fluttering his lashes up at an invisible conversation partner. “You want to go to prom with me? Little old me? Oh, I'd love to!”

“Quit that, you moron,” Frank hisses. Jeff, meanwhile, has collapsed on the table and is desperately trying to stifle his laughter. “If one of Harrington’s entourage catches you, they'll kick your ass.”

Eddie gasps.

“What did you say, Steve? You think I'm the prettiest girl in school? Oh, gee, you're awfully handsome, too.”

“I give up,” Frank groans. “I don't know why I put up with you.”

Eddie twirls a lock of hair between his fingers.

“No, really, Steve,” he sing-songs. “I think you're, like, sooo dreamy with your broad shoulders and your muscles and that smile, and all of daddy’s money. Did you do something to your hair, Steve? It's so floofy. I wanna run my fingers through it while you shove your tongue down my-”

“I've been trying out a new hairspray,” says a voice. “Thanks for noticing.”

The world stops. Eddie stares at Jeff and Frank, hoping against hope that one of them has secretly been working on one killer of an impersonation number, but they've both gone still as statues, gawking at something to his left with wide, horrified eyes.

Eddie turns.

Steve Harrington is looking back at him from where he materialized between the shelves, like a malicious demonic entity summoned by calling its name thrice. If malicious demonic entities wore varsity jackets and polo shirts, that is.

“Hi,” he says. “Munson, right?”

Eddie chokes on his own spit. A sound leaves his mouth. It sounds like “hurghlflugh.”

Harrington wrinkles his brow and comes closer. Eddie tries to back away, but the shelves behind him refuse to open and swallow him whole, and where the hell is that goddamn portal to Narnia when you need it? He opts for screwing his eyes shut and raising the book that’s still clutched to his chest like a shield, waiting for the punch.

Except the punch doesn’t come.

“I’ll need that back.”

Eddie opens one eye. Harrington has extended one hand and is watching him with his head tilted to the side, mouth twitching and eyes sparkling with what looks an awful lot like reluctant amusement.

“I know you guys are into roleplaying or something,” he says, “and I’m not judging. Whatever floats your boat, right? But Nancy is waiting in the car, and we have movie tickets, so I just wanted to hop in and get her jacket.”

He wiggles his fingers and gives an impatient little nod at the cardigan. The very cardigan that is still draped loosely over Eddie’s shoulders.

Eddie has never stripped out of a garment as quickly in his life. He wishes the circumstances were sexier, but here they are. Harrington’s fingers brush his as he takes the jacket.

“Thank you,” he says politely. “Purple looks good on you, by the way. If you ever feel like adding a bit more color to your wardrobe.”

Eddie watches how he turns, tossing a wave and nod at Jeff and Frank before he disappears between the shelves again. Somewhere at the other end of the library, the door clicks shut.

Eddie’s legs give out.

“Holy shit,” he breathes, landing ass-first on the library floor. “What the fuck just happened?”

Frank sighs and rises from his chair.

“I’m not sure. But I know two things. One: I’m not doing any study groups with you ever again.” He bends and extends a hand, but instead of pulling Eddie to his feet, he just picks up the fallen book. As he turns to walk back to his seat, he gently pats Eddie on the head. “And two: You might wanna invest in a nice cardigan or three.”

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morgana-larkin · 7 months ago

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The more Melissa schemmenti fics the better . Could you please please please write one were Melissa does the leaning on the wall with the arm thing . Like the jock /cheerleader pose in the hallway . But with reader . I love that Melissa is bad girl with milf vibes .

So sorry that this took way longer than I thought it would. And I agree with you, the more Mel fics the better. I also put some inspiration from a fan art of Mel eating reader out with her glasses on and hair up and the creator asks for a fic about it and I honestly forgot their name. If you can let me know in the comment section so I can tag them in this then it would be appreciated! Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

On another note: I can’t believe that season 4 starts tomorrow and there’s a new episode of Agatha All Along! #spoiled

Another note: it was @dashbag-art that made the fan art of Mel eating someone out.

What She Wants

Warnings: bad girl Mel, smut, small praise kink

Words: 2.8k

You’re walking down the hallway, collecting late book returns from students. You’re on your second year of being the school librarian and you’re loving it so far. You just collected a few books from Janine’s kids and now you’re on to Melissa’s.

“Alright my little eagles, who can tell me wh-” Melissa says and then you knock on her wide open door. Melissa looks and sees you and she instantly smiles. “Hello Y/n.” She says and you blush slightly.

“Hi Ms. Schemmenti, I need to talk to a few students in your class.” You tell her and she nods.

“By all means, who do you need?” She asks.

“Let’s see.” You say and look at your list. “Milly, Dominic and Avery.” You say and the 3 students sit up and walk out the door.

Melissa watches you for a second before she goes back to her lesson. She watched you while you did your first year here and she’s been watching you more closely since you came back and started your second year a couple months ago. You talk to the 3 students and then they return to their desks while Melissa continues the lesson. Melissa gives you a smile that you return before you go to the 3rd graders.

The next period starts and you have to go back to the library to see who is where this period and return the books that you were able to get, back to their place. About 20 minutes into the new period, you’re walking to a 4th grade classroom when someone stops you.

“Hey hon.” You see Melissa say and she traps you against the wall and she’s leaning on her arm that’s on the wall.

“Oh h-hi Melissa.” You stutter out and she smiles at you, you’re holding the couple books you have close to your chest.

“Do I make you nervous?” She says and leans in closer to you.

“A-a little bit.” You say to her and she smirks.

“And why is that?” She asks, a little cocky.

You have to admit that you didn’t think this is where the day would go. You’ve been attracted to Melissa since day 1 but never went for it from the things some other teachers have told you. They warned you to stay away from her as she doesn’t always tolerate people and knows what to do to get what she wants. They also told you that she knows several guys all around the city in various fields of work so be cautious. Now she’s close to you and asking why you’re nervous around her and you don’t know what to say.

On Melissa’s end is a bit different, she can probably guess that other teachers told you a few things about her. She found you cute since you started but she kept her distance since you were new. Now you came back for another year and she knows she wants you. She’s having fun watching you squirm a bit right now for an answer. She tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear and you freeze.

“Why do I make you nervous hon?” She asks again and you look up and catch her eyes and you freeze again. She had beautiful green eyes that go perfect with her beautiful face and gorgeous ginger locks.

You start looking for a way out and notice that she’s trapped you pretty good as she’s gotten closer and there’s no one in the halls to help you.

“I-I…um.” You stutter and Melissa tilts her head a bit, still smiling.

“You’re adorable when you don’t know what to say. I’m gonna take a wild guess and say that the other teachers warned you about me when you started?” She asks and you nod slightly. She hums as she thinks of what to say next now that she’s got you trapped. You take a second to look at her and see that she’s wearing the leather jacket you love on her as well as a pink low cut top and see a good amount of her cleavage. Melissa of course notices you staring at her chest and smirks. “My eyes are up here hon.” She tells you as she tilts your chin up with her free hand. She sees your eyes widen as you got caught and smiles at you. “I don’t mind you looking but not at school, we have to stay professional.” She tells you as she leans into your ear. “Come to my place after school and you can look all you want.” She tells you and then pulls back. You’re looking at her like a deer in the headlights and frozen in place. “Is that ok with you hon?” She asks and you nod your head, unable to form words. Melissa tucks another loose strand of your hair behind your ear. “Good girl.” She says and then leaves.

You hear her heels clicking against the floor and you take a few breaths. What the fuck just happened and what did you agree too? You think and you look at Melissa’s retreating form. You see a slight sway in her hips and can’t help but look at her ass. The other teachers warned you about her and now you agreed to go to her house after school today. Are you very fucked right now? You continue to collect the books and talk to students about late books right until the end of the day. When you’re packing up to go home you get a text from an unknown number.

Unknown number: Hey hon, it’s Melissa. Here’s my address

You read and then get another text with an address.

You: How did you get my number?

Melissa: I know a guy

It’s all she says and then a wave of nerves hits you. In truth, Melissa went to Ava for your number and Ava gave it to her without much thought.

You pull up the driveway of Melissa’s house and walk up to the door. You’re about to knock when you glance down and see the ‘go away’ welcome mat and you hesitate. You then decide to fuck it and knock. Melissa opens the door a few seconds later and smiles when she sees you.

“Hey hon, come on in.” She tells you and steps aside to let you in. “Dinner is in the oven and it’ll be ready in about 10 minutes.” She says as she begins to lead you to her kitchen. “Want some wine while we wait?” She asks you and looks back and sees you looking at her pictures. “Those are just some family pictures.” She tells you a little smile makes its way to your face.

“You have a beautiful family.” You say and she smiles. “Some wine would be nice.” You tell her as she leads you into her kitchen. She pours a glass for you and hands it to you before she pours one for herself. She can see you still nervous even after a few sips of wine so she walks up behind you, spins you around and traps you between her and her counter.

“There’s no need to be nervous around me hon. I’m not going to do anything to you.” She tells you as your eyes are wide and looking directly at her. You don’t answer so she talks again. “What has been said about me that’s got you so nervous?” She asks you and you gulp. “Come on, be a good girl and tell me.” She says and you have to admit that those words affected you and you tell her.

“They warned me to-to be cautious around you as you know several guys in various fields and you know how to get what you want.” You tell her and she hums.

“Well like I said before.” She starts and starts trailing a finger on your wrist up to your shoulder. “I’m not going to do anything to you.” She tells you. “Unless you want me too.” She adds and you glance down and see her outfit better. She changed into a green tank top with a jean sweater, with her hair up, and that tank top doesn’t leave much to the imagination. “You can look all you want.” She tells you as she catches you looking at her chest again. She then places a hand on your hip and moves it up your side, making you squirm a bit. “I know you have a crush on me, and I do want you as well.” She says and your jaw drops. She then leans over to your ear. “I want to claim you as my own.” She whispers in your ear and pulls back to see your eyes turn black. She smiles and leans to your lips until hers meet yours and she starts kissing you and you don’t stop her, in fact you kiss her back.

She smiles into the kiss, knowing she got you. She wanted you and like always she got what she wanted. The other teachers were right about that, she gets what she wants and knows several guys who can help make it happen. She thought it would take longer to get you but then she realised that you already have a crush on her.

She trails her fingers to the hem of your shirt and pulls it up when you don’t stop her. She takes your shirt off and then puts her hands on your bra while still kissing you. She then goes to your back and unclips your bra before yanking it off. She immediately attaches her mouth to a nipple and you gasp and put your hands in her hair. She brings her hands to your thighs and wraps her arms around them before hoisting you up onto the counter. She goes and kisses your neck and starts sucking on it, marking what’s hers. While kissing your neck, she brings her hand over to your centre and starts circling it over your underwear. You’re a moaning mess at this point and all you want is for Melissa to fuck you.

“Me-Melissa, p-please.” You say and Melissa pulls your pants down and off, as well as your panties. She stares at you completely naked for a second before separating your legs and then bends down to where your clit is. Before she dives in, the oven timer goes off, startling both of you.

“Stay just as you are, baby, this will just take a second.” She says and then goes and turns the oven off but keeps the food inside to keep warm. She returns back and goes back in between your legs. “Now where were we before we were so rudely interrupted?” She tells you with a smirk and then bends down again.

“Wait.” You say and she stops and looks up at you. “Do you mind, um…” You start but then get nervous.

“What is it, baby?”

“Do you mind, putting your glasses on?” You ask her and she tilts her head before smiling.

“Have you imagined me eating you out before with my glasses on?” She asks and you nod. “Naughty girl.” She says with a smirk before she puts her glasses on. She then doesn’t wait any longer and dives down to your pussy. You gasp out as her hot tongue finally connects with your centre. You put your hands in her hair and grab her ponytail. You’ve imagined this scenario many times before but never thought it would come true. But now here she is, eating you out with her glasses on and hair in a ponytail just like you imagined. Melissa then moves to your clit and starts licking and sucking as you moan out. She then inserts a finger inside of you and all thoughts leave your head besides thoughts of her.

“Mel-Melissa.” You moan out and you feel her smile as she continues sucking on your clit. You feel your orgasm approaching and you tighten your hold on her hair. She then inserts a second finger in you and she replaces her tongue with her palm and straightens herself so she’s face to face with you.

“I want to watch as you come undone by me.” She says seductively and you wrap an arm around her and dig your nails into her back. She can tell you’re close at that point and she starts going faster. Your mouth is hanging open and you dig your nails deeper in her back and she can feel you squeeze around her fingers. “Come for me, baby.” She says and then you come around her fingers. She slows down inside of you before removing her fingers. She then brings her fingers to your mouth and you waste no time in opening her mouth and licking her fingers clean of your juices. “Now how about we eat dinner and then I take you to my bed and fuck you with a dildo.” You hum and lean your head on her chest as you’re coming down from your high. She strokes your head and wraps an arm around your back and presses a kiss to the top of your head.

She gave you her jean jacket to wear as she thought you getting dressed was a waste of time as she’ll just take all your clothes off again. All through dinner you stare at her and her arms. You had no idea she had muscles as she usually wears sweaters and long sleeve shirts.

“What are you staring at?” She asks you.

“You.” You simply say, not embarrassed to admit it now that she’s fucked you. “Mostly your arms. Had no idea you have muscles.”

“Most people don’t.” She simply says and gives you a smile. After dinner she brings you straight to the bedroom, she takes off the sweater she gave you and then pushes you down onto the bed. “Since you like staring at my chest so much, you’ll like what you see without anything on.” She tells you before she removes her shirt and bra. As soon as she removes her bra, your jaw drops. There they were, the objects of your gaze and they’re perfect.

“Wow.” You breathe out and she smirks before getting you on your back. She then takes her pants and underwear off as you lean on your forearms to watch her undress. She goes to her closet and puts a strap on with an average size dildo and then walks back to the bed. She goes on top of you and starts circling your clit. Once she feels that you’re wet enough, she puts some lube on the dildo and then slowly slides in you. Once she’s fully inside you, she gives you a second before she starts moving and you start gasping and moaning.

“Your pussy looks so good, just sucking this dildo right up.” Melissa tells you. After a couple minutes, as your orgasm approaches, Melissa suddenly pulls out of you and you look at her in shock. “I want you on all fours, so I can pound into you.” She says seductively in your ear and you shiver. You then get on your hands and knees and Melissa aligns the dildo with your entrance and inserts it into you. She then starts pounding into you and you fall a bit and Melissa takes advantage of that and keeps your ass lifted, giving a better angle. Once you get close again, she lifts you up so your back is pressed against her chest and she starts circling your clit while still moving the dildo inside of you. “This pussy is amazing and it’s all mine.” She says in your ear and you reach behind you and grab a hold of her hair. You come a few seconds later and your sounds get her to come as well since the dildo was rubbing her clit. You both catch your breath and lay down on the bed after Melissa takes the strap on off.

“Melissa?” You say as you look at her and she looks at you. “Was this a one time thing?” You ask her and she looks at you and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Do you want this to be a one time thing?” She asks you and you shake your head. “I thought you were scared of me and now you want to see me more?” She asks you.

“You’ve given me no reason to be scared of you.” You tell her. “You did tell me that you’re not going to do anything to me.” You add and she smiles at you.

“This wasn’t a one time thing, I would like to do it again. As well as take you out on a date.” She says and you smile at her.

“I would like that.” You say and she pulls you closer to her.

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hotluncheddie · 1 year ago

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high masking autistic steve snippet - a follow on from this and this

wc: 2.5k | rated: T | cw: none | tags: autistic steve harrington (and eddie but again this is about steve), hurt/comfort, established relationship, stimming

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Steve is spending the evening doing one of his new things. Where he takes time to just be. It’s recovering, or Stevie time, or whatever Eddie and Robin have decided it should be called.

He’s alone basically, and it’s nice, because he’s letting it be nice. Letting it be restful.

It’s for when he’s had a meltdown. Or can feel one coming on, because now he’s starting to recognise what overstimulation feels like on his skin. How it prickles at the back of his neck if his breaks cut short, makes his vision vignette if something too unexpected happens.

Learned that after something like that he’ll need to rest. Needs time.

And it’s not lazy. It’s not. (Sometimes it still feels like it is.) (Weak…that word always plays in the deep, scathing tone of his father’s voice…and selfish.)

He’s on the couch, it’s dark, he actually feels really comfortable, and he’s watching The Breakfast Club. Watching it again. It’s his favourite, it feels like his. But he doesn’t like watching it with other people because they might notice how much he likes it and he doesn’t want that. Can’t be seen like that.. Embarrassing.

So he watches it alone, when he gets home from work. He pauses whenever he wants, rewinds, pauses. Takes a deep breath, rewinds, pauses, stares into space.

He also pauses to eat the snack he brought in. Actually tasting the food bc it’s the only thing he has to focus on. No lights, no sounds. He forgot how much he likes oranges when they’re ripe. Harder to taste if he has to listen at the same time. So, on a day like today, he lets himself do stuff one step at a time.

It’ll probably take him double the normal run time to get all the way to the end. But who cares? It’s his time.

The weird girl’s parents driving off; that feels like him. The jock’s Dad letting him off easy; that doesn’t feel like him. ‘No schools gonna give a scholarship to a discipline case.’ Maybe that does feel like him. Before through. A long time ago now.

He claps sometimes. Keening high in his throat, a little happy hum that he only lets himself do when he’s alone like this. He does it after he whistles the same tune they do. And during the scene of them running around the corridors. It’s exiting. Makes his lips stretch wide and his feet flap around. He claps. Once. Twice. It feels good.

He laughs at the characters. How they merge together with bits of his friends. He feels that swell of happy sad emotion looking at the jock when he first comes in, acting above the others, only seeing Molly Ringwald. He lives through a couple flashbacks of himself. Resigns to actually watch them, sit in them, begins to process who he was. Who he’s becoming now. Something like forgiveness tasting sweet on his tongue. He cries a little; that swelling and shifting as buried emotion finally passes. It overcomes him sometimes when he lets his mind relax.. He rewinds, and he laughs.

“Stevie?”

Steve starts, fingers tangle in the blanket in his lap. Brain slow to process the change, the information. Eddie slipping through the door and coming over to him. Eddie dipping to look at Steve’s face, trying to catch Steve’s eye. Eddie smelling like cigarettes and crisp autumn air, it’s nice, but, it’s a lot. Panic sits bubbling somewhere in him. He wasn’t expecting this.

“…Eddie?”

“Hey sweetheart. I know you had a shitty day, but Wayne’s at home with a headache and he needs to sleep it off. Wouldn’t’ve been able to stay quiet enough for him.”

Steve breaths in and out a little quickly. Eyes wide.

Maybe it’s okay. Eddie knows he had a bad day. Maybe it’s okay.

“I’ll sit in the kitchen, work on my campaign, just forget I’m here.” Eddie speaks quietly, almost a whisper.

He stares at his hand in his lap. “..You won’t, listen?” Steve feels small. Knows he’s not, his frame broad and strong. But, he needs small. Wants his world small tonight, slow. Wants to stay hidden. Him and the couch and the film and nothing else.

Eddie just shakes his walkman and smiles (in that pointy way that makes Steve’s toes curl).

“Kay” Steve whispers, still wary, off kilter. But accepts the kiss Eddie drops on his head, tangling their fingers together for a breath. Steve leans forward for a kiss on the lips. It’s deep, and lovely. Steve can smell Eddie’s cologne. Feels where the chill bit at Eddie’s nose. He shivers.

“No cooking.” Steve mumbles while their lips are still close. Small smile pulling at his face, eyes sharp, waiting for Eddie to get it.

Eddie groans quietly in embarrassment but his eyes are soft and molten and Steve’s toes curl up again. “Course not baby, not again. Once you’re hungry just come through, yeah? Make us something nice.”

And the light of the kitchen doesn’t reach the couch. And Eddie listens to his walkman loud. And Steve’s safe. It’s Eddie. He’s not listening. Steve’s safe.

His favourite scene; Bender and Claire in the stock cupboard. The way he looks so shocked, the way she bites her lip. ‘Why’d you do that?’ ‘Because I knew you wouldn’t.’ Steve whispers as they do. Claps. It’s such a good scene. He’s exited. He claps again. Rewinds to just watch her face. Rewinds to just watch his. Rewinds and watches the whole scene again. Wraps his arms around his middle and squeezes. Pauses on the kiss. He rubs his fingers agains his mouth. Giddy excitement bubbles in his belly. He hums high and happy again. He loves this movie.

The weird girl gets a makeover, the jock really likes it. He feels like the weird girl sometimes, maybe Eddie can be his jock. Maybe he should get a makeover. Maybe keep growing out his hair. Maybe Eddie would like that.

The credits roll. Bender’s fist in the air. Steve drifts on the couch, eyes closed. He breaths deep, his stomach growls.

He pads through to Eddie. Squinting. Too bright. “D’you mind?” He motions to the lights, his eyes too adjusted to the dark and he doesn’t even wanna try and adjust them back.

‘‘Cause. What we making?”

Steve hums, goes into the pantry to see what’s easy. Eddie slips in behind him, hand on his waist. “Pasta?” Steve asks but Eddie doesn’t reply, just turns him gently. Nudging him to step back into the corner.

Eddie looks at him, dips forward to place a slow kiss on his neck. “Why’d you do tha..’ Steve’s words dry up in his throat.

“Because I knew you wouldn’t” and Eddie’s eyes are sparking with glee.

Eddie heard him.

He listened.

Steve’s feels himself flush hot, embarrassed and ashamed. “Ah, I, uh.” He can’t explain it, why he had to watch it so many times, why it makes him so exited. He crosses his arms over his chest. Turns back to the shelves of food and picks a can at random. Shoving out of the room.

“Steve?”

Eddie said he wouldn’t. He listened in on him. He said he wouldn’t. He’s making fun of him. Steve knew he should’ve told Eddie to go home.

“Stevie? What’s wrong?” But Steve doesn’t want to talk to him. He’s so angry, So ashamed, of himself. What if Eddie heard him clap too, heard him make that high noise, like a fucking baby, like some freak.

He puts the can on the counter with way too much force, corn, not what he fucking wanted. His hands are shaking. He stares at them, wills his tears to stay behind his lash line. He got too comfortable, he can’t do that. Why is it so hard to pretend now, when it used to be so easy.

“Steve, tell me what I did, please.”

“‘M fine” Steve’s insides feel too big, pushing against his skin, itchy all over. He squeezes himself around his middle again, digging his fingers in hard.

“Don’t do that, you know I hate when you bullshit like that.” Half lovely, half scathing.

The word stinks, a stab to the gut. But Steve gets it, he does, they talked about it. He bites his lip, hard.

Its old habits or whatever. Because Steve, he loved fine. Liked sinking his teeth into it; toxic waste green coating his mouth and lungs. Thick and delicious. Because fine gets you out of it. Fine gives you translucency. Controlled balance. Everything appearing a none issue, the perfect in-between. Steve was perfect at coming off as something to not worry about, someone to be ignored. It used to work in all situations; can’t get told off if you’re fine, cant do anything wrong, teachers didn’t look twice, his parents wouldn't shout. By staying half alive, never letting anyone too close, never filling your lungs up all the way. That was the fine Steve adored.

“You were literally just watching a movie. I dunno what the big deal is.” and there’s frustration, confusion, in Eddie, Steve thinks. He feels himself tense up, glance over.

Eddie must see something on his face. See that scared little animal prowling around within him. Because Eddie softens, his voice gentle. “Steve.. it’s nothing I hadn’t heard before.’ And Steve’s teeth clamp together with a click. He’s done that, his clap and his high hum, in front of Eddie before? Steve tries to swallow, he can’t, a lump too big and sticky in his throat.

He can’t look him in the face, angry tears still threatening to spill “You said you wouldn’t listen.” He’s mumbling. He sounds even more like a kid. Stupid. Grow up.

“I heard a little but I was just flipping the tape over, I wasn’t trying to snoop on you Stevie… You just, you sounded happy.”

Steve huffs. Glances at Eddie. That soft underbelly of his whining, because with Eddie, Steve yearns. Yearns for close. Yearns to be seen, and understood.

“You didn’t mean to?”

“No, it was just when I was turning the tape.”

Steve forces a deep breath.

“You think I’m weird. You hate me.” He whispers it like it’s true. A big part of him believes it, his tears welling up. Feels rejected. Knows that feeling too well. Hates it.

“Always like you Steve. Always.”

Steve grunts, a tear slips out, rolls down his cheek.

“‘M embarrassed” comes out like an ugly sob. Steve scrubs his palms on his cheeks, feeling how red hot they are. Glaring at the countertop. “I’m embarrassed!” But it’s just Eddie. It was just Eddie.

Eddie comes over, slowly draping himself over Steve’s back. “Nothin' to be embarrassed about, love.” And Eddie leaves soft kisses on Steve’s neck, squeezes his waist. “You looked cute on the couch like that. Like it when you’re happy.” Steve tries taking another deep breath but it shudders.

Embarrassed, angry, sad. Embarrassed, confused, angry. Frustrated, embarrassed. Tired.

Emotions wash over him. He’s learning to try and just feel them, name them, pick them apart. Some bubble back up to the surface, some only needed to be seen once.

Steve turns to bury his face in Eddie’s neck. He sighs, rubs his face into Eddie’s warm skin. shaking his head, likes how his lips feel moving against edie’s soft parts.

Tired, hungry, embarrassed, hungry.

“’M tired. I dunno what to eat.” He whispers, and then because he said it it’s like there’s space in his brain. “Want pasta.”

“Pasta it is then. And then we can sleep, yeah?” Eddie rocks them gently side to side, kisses the side of his head and slips away. Goes to get the box from the pantry, puts the corn back. Steve gets a pot out of the cupboard.

Staring into the water, the tips of his fingers prickle. Steve fizzes with energy and emotion. All pent up and annoying him. Needs it out. He clicks the flame on.

He starts pacing around the kitchen island. In big striding, stomping steps. “Ugh! You think I’m weird. Some weird guy who acts weird and does weird shit.” Steve grumbles. Annoyed. He smacks his palm quick and hard against the counter top. Keeps stomping.

Eddie comes back and starts following. Stomping and prancing like some court jester. “I like that you’re weird! You know, I have one episode of the Twilight Zone taped. It’s my third one. I watched the other two so much the tapes broke.’ Steve lets a little shout slip from him “Ha!” bubbly and forceful. Dislodging something within him. Like when a tooth finally falls out.

Feels good.

“I only like one brand of spaghetti hoops. Wayne once bought me a multipack for Christmas. Best fucking gift I ever got.” and Steve’s laughing now. Giggling and manic and still stomping around the island.

“I like how it feels to brush my teeth. I’ve never had a filling. I fucking love brushing my teeth, Eddie.” and that makes Eddie laugh now too. Two freaks stomping around the kitchen. A king and his jester, lit up by moonlight.

Steve turns the corner and stops short, still giggling. Eddies bent at one knee, presenting the box of pasta to him. “My liege.”

Steve claps, hums, high and keening. The waters boiling.

“How’d you feel now?’ Eddie asks around a mouthful of cheesy pasta.

Steve curls up tighter into the corner of couch, wraps both hands around the warm bowl. Glances at Eddie across from him. “Still kinda embarrassed.”

Eddie looks so soft, so kind, across from him. “I’m embarrassed too, to be honest. You love that movie, I thought you’d like me doing that. Kinda like when we, when we kissed upside-down, like I was Spider-man” Eddies sentence get quieter towards the end, mumbly, spoked into his bowl, cheeks dusted pink.

Steve strains to hear him. Smiles once he puts the words together.

He shovels pasta in his mouth. Eyes closed. “You are so annoying Eddie Munson. Why’d you even come here tonight, you coulda gone anywhere.” Steve sinks further into the couch, it’s really good pasta.

“Missed you.” Eddie says it like it’s simple, easy, and warmth drips over Steve’s skin.

Eddie clears his throat, Steve feels him fidget. “Wanna maybe.. You think we could live together one day? Want you to be able to do whatever you want with me around Steve. Breakfast Club on all the time at our place, kay?” And Steve’s throat constricts, that’s a big change, living with someone, moving out. But maybe with Eddie it could be okay, if they did it together, slow.

“Yeah, kay. One day.” Softly, bit by bit. Little bits. Steve can get there. Let Eddie in, let Eddie see. “But no to Breakfast Club on all the time.” Because some times, some days, some things, are just for him. Steve needs it that way. And that’s okay.

He stretches out further on the couch, feeling syrupy and nice, easy smile playing at his lips. “I like it when you kiss my neck though, you can do that again.” And that makes Eddie grin all pointy, put their bowls to the side and crawl over him.

Steve’s toes curl and he hums, high and happy.

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tagging those who asked mwah! @2jug2head @lil-gremlin-things

but also people who i think might be interested (sorry if ur not lmk and i won't again) @xxfiction-is-my-realityxx @pearynice @steventhusiast @sugarcookiesteve @spectrum-spectre @irethsune

#hope u enjoy!!#autistic steve harrington #steddie #steve x eddie #hotlunch #my fic #once again #steve harrington needs a hug #and once again #he gets one #lmk if u liked it #i can’t tell u how many times i’ve watched the breakfast club dude #there’s just something about it

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iamlostsomewhereinthegarden · 6 months ago

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The New Bitch

American High School Tokyo Revengers AU with a GN!Black!Reader

TW: GN!Reader, Reader wears a skirt and dress a bit feminine despite that tho, reader shows an interest in both partners, reader looks like a fucking boss ass slut and acts like one too whoop whoop! If there’s any other that I haven’t added let me know!

Walking into your new school, you already know that you’d stand out just by how you looked, not only for the color of your chocolate skin, like what happens most of the time in these stupid uppity privileged schools, but because of your style. You had a slutty punk style, a short black skirt that was mostly just for show as it covered nothing, a belt over your nipples because despite the fact that you really had nothing at all in the chest area you’ve been pestered over and over again by school staff to cover them and like hell were you actually put on a shirt that ruined your style! Either way, it still looked good on you so it didn’t matter. Organizing your new locker, the chatter in the hallways started to die down, gaining your attention and looking towards what was grabbing everyone’s attention. The popular kids walked in, the cheerleaders and the football players all looking at you because, well this person is the famed new kid they heard was coming in from one of the rumors and to them you looked,

"Weird but strangely hot." "Right man? I totally would tap that despite how odd they look!" Blowing a bubble with her game and popping it while rolling her eyes Emma, the top flyer on the team clung onto her quarterback boyfriend Draken.

"Heh, they’re barely even anything honestly, just a freak that’s a wanna be slut.” Draken nodded his head,"Yeah babe, they’re nothing special." Continuing their conversation about you and looking in your direction, they eventually reached your locker and you’ve finally had enough.

“What’s up with y’all? Want a piece of fine ol’ me?" Snorting Emma looked you up and down, though it was a bit slower than when she would usually do it to bully other girls causing a few to raise their brows,"Please like if my man would try to go for a whore like you" she sneered out trying to scare you into backing off and being under her foot. It was truly adorable though how she thought she could intimidate you, hanging off of her man’s arm, glaring as if she could do something and you wouldn’t wreck her shit, it was obvious she’s never had to experience the nonsense of black schools and almost being stabbed at random. Looking her up and down along with her man you realized that they were cute; she wasn’t a cheerleader for nothing, and damn she couldn't have picked out a cuter jock to go out with. Seeing this, you realized that this could be a great opportunity for yourself.

"Honey, you’re cute, but I don’t only love sucking on boy’s lollipops, I love tasting the bubblegum from a pretty girl’s lips too." Leaning forward, you put your lips on her's waiting for the usual gasp in astonishment before basically making out with her and taking the bubblegum from her mouth. Leaning away you smirked, chewing the gum a bit and blowing a bubble, "A little stale hun, come back another time with a fresher piece for me yeah?" Looking at her boyfriend you smirked, "Don’t think I forgot about you big boy! Both you and your little girlfriend can come for me, after all two is better than one right? " Laughing you walk away making sure that this time you were swaying your hips in your short little skirt for them to see. A hot jock and a cute little cheerleader, what more could the sexy punk bitch want?

Tags: @kisakis-boyfriend , @sna-key (if you just wanna be tagged for Souya stuff lemme know)

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waterihardlyknowher · 3 months ago

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Heellooo this is my first time writing anything or posting anything on tumblr, I hope you like it 😊 all notes are accepted and wanted!!

I decided to write this as the PlayStation network servers were down so I couldn’t get the jjk wave 2 skins 💔

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Warnings: Includes smut, language, little bit of Mei slander, Gojo’s a jock basically, both you and Nanami are switches, reader is a BRAT, cum licking

Tags?: smut, cum licking, little bit of hand necklace, P in V, fingering [let me know if I should add more!]

“…anyways, as I was saying the community response to such servers being down has drastically…”

The sounds of the tall man infront of you slowly drowns out as you start to tune out of what he was saying. This tall, attractive man was explaining some big shot important men project that you truly did not care to listen into.

His tall stature in a devilishly dark blue suit, to match his blue eyes, leans in closer as he continues explaining. This guy had to be the one your boyfriend always complained of. The big boss with white hair whom never took the time out of his day to talk to his male employees, yet always somehow ended up in “personal” meetings with his assistants.

As his voice begins meshing into the background of the party, you began to steal a moment to truly look around the room. You were in a huge ballroom, one of those incredibly expensive sky high places right dab in the middle of New York City.

The walls and ceiling were covered in lights, like fireflies littering every space possible. Large crowds of people in black tie attire, from women in sparkly silk dresses to men in black suits.

You yourself were quite dressed up, stunting a beautiful floor length red dress with a slit that meets right at your thigh. You’ve always been told red was your color, from red hair in highschool, to the red lipstick you always wore on special occasions.

An incredibly stupid event if anyone were to truly ask you, but you were only here to be accompany to your wonderful boyfriend. Though, you had lost track of him hours ago.

*ahemn* “I apologize, you’ve caught me in a talkative mood! Now, why again did you say you were here?” The tall man says, snapping you back into the present.

“Oh yes right, I’m here supporting my boyfriend.” You say admittedly trying to seem as though you were listening the whole time.

“Ah yes, I mean of course a woman of your beauty would not be here alone.” He grins, trying to steal a compliment your way.

“Thank you, but speaking of which I better go find him” you always hated these kinds of guys, always giving just too much attention to the women to try to get into their pants. You knew exactly this guys game.

“You can always come back if you don’t find him” he winks “It’s Satoru by the way, in case you forgot it”

Had you already forgotten his name? The conversation had started just moments before yet it felt like a century of listening to this guy go on and on about economy.

You didn’t even pay him the kindness of responding as you walk away. It felt about time to find the one you came with anyway, you had arrived together but got torn apart about halfway through the party.

Checking your phone, the time was now about 7:30 pm. You weren’t sure what time the party would end but wanted it to end sooner than later.

Walking away from the tall man known as “Satoru”, you walk up the stairs of the ballroom. This place was huge, only a company of incredibly high regard could afford a place like this. The first floor was cluttered with black tall tables all around a bar placed right in the center. Bartenders working quickly to fulfill the orders of the businessmen and women surrounding them. With huge floor to ceiling windows, anyone could see anything from the inside. As well as from the outside. You wondered how many people in there apartments might be watching, envious of the people who call themselves the “higher ups”.

As this thought ponders in your mind you make your way up the first couple of steps, not interested in going completely upstairs. Up there would only house a long hallway leading those who dared to the bathrooms of the establishment.

Darting your eyes around you try to find your partner in the crowds of people. Making eye contact with some of them. Another tall dark haired man pulled back into a bun stylishly wearing a black tuxedo, talking to another woman with a beauty mark stunting a dress similar, but shorter than yours in white. A trio of a pink haired man wearing a matching pink suit, a dark haired man wearing an all black suit, and a woman sporting a flattering long purple dress.

None of these people are the one you want to see, you’ve actually almost began to worry.

��If you keep standing there like a lost puppy dog people will begin to notice, you know.” A deep voice breaks your train of thought.

Below you is a handsome man with blonde hair, and unlike anyone else there, dressed in a tan suit sticking out like a sore thumb. You most definitely didn’t notice him, to occupied observing your far surroundings to notice the man approaching.

“If all begin to notice though, then hopefully the one I’m looking for will find me” you say, stepping down a couple of steps to meet the man’s gaze.

“Well, whatever bastard left you alone might not deserve being back in your grace.” his eyes began to trace your body. The soft curls framing your face, the one stray on your left side cutely fraying upward away from the rest. The curls lead down to the heart line of your dress, seductive red hugging your body in all the right places, only complimented by the tease of the slit in your dress.

You drop down a stair, getting closer and forcing his eyes to follow yours down. “Maybe if he begs enough I’ll forgive him.”

The blonde man shamelessly rocked his eyes between your breasts, lips, and eyes. You couldn’t help but repay the favor by snaking your eyes down his figure. His tan suit fit perfectly, complimented by his blue undershirt hugging his muscles. Every fiber of his clothing knowing exactly what to do to make him irresistible.

You drop down the rest of the stairs to meet his side, turning yourself to face him and his shoulder. Perching up on your tip toes, guiding your hands up his arm to meet his shoulder. Whispering in his ear, “If I didn’t know you’d get fired for it, I’d fuck you in front of everyone in here. Nanami.”

You see the blood rush to his face and his ears, the tell all sign of his approval. Turning his face towards you a little he responds, “I don’t think I’d care if I got fired for it.” Darting his eyes between yours and your lips.

You giggle, god you loved this game. An unspoken game created by you, if you remembered correctly. An honest mistake really, at a work event of your own you didn’t recognize his voice from behind you and treated him very absentmindedly as a coworker, not your lover. Neither of you would realize the arousal it would cause until later that night.

Taking yourself off his shoulder you shove him a little, forcing him to face you at the bottom of the stairs. “Where did you run off too anyways?”

Letting out a groan he responds, “Ugh god, I got stuck talking with my fucking co-lead on the project at work, Higuruma”

“Awh, poor baby” you tut, playfully jutting out your bottom lip. “You could not have possibly had it worse than I did, I got stuck with your boss Satoru.”

At that, his shoulders tensed a bit. You knew he didn’t like him, but not that much. “Love I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have let us get separated like that. Especially seeing as I’m the only one you know here” he says, closing the distance between you two more, he places his hands on your forearms running his hands down to meet yours. Playfully picking them up and placing a kiss on them.

“Oh you sick love fool, I was fine anyways. Possibly could’ve won me a one way ticket to pound town if I didn’t have my eyes out for someone else.” You say pulling one of your hands away from his, leaving the one left to lead him closer to the windows. No one else was really around you two, everyone else preferring to gather around the bar, aside from the small groups of those talking.

Nanami groans at your last comment, “In that case, I’d gladly get fired for fucking you right in front of him.” Lightly squeezing your still held hands before dropping it, repositioning it around your waist as you stare into the city.

“Oh now that sounds like a plan” you laugh hitting his pec with your hand and leaving it there turning a little to him.

God he was so beautiful in this light. The amount of alcohol you had to consume to put up with Satoru began to finally hit you, feeling the tension between you slightly thicker than usual. His blonde hair was perfectly combed back, the same professional hairdo you’d see him stroll out the door with every morning. His tan suit, making it impossible for you to focus any time he spoke. “Leaving nothing up to the imagination” would not be an accurate statement, cause you indeed did know what was underneath. Yet you couldn’t help yourself imagine and linger on the ideas-

“Oh my god! Is that Kento! Just my favorite sexy businessman I wanted to see tonight.” That comment made both you and Nanami turn around. Behind you stood a white haired women, hair tied back into a braid. Now, if you thought your dress was revealing it would be nothing compared to her cut out dark purple dress. Revealing the most amount of underboob that made you wonder how the dress was staying up on her.

“Mei. I believe everyone in the office talked about being here tonight.” Nanami retorts, the tiniest bit of annoyance that only you’d catch. The kind of annoyance he gets when a child asks stupid questions.

You believe youve heard him talk about her before, the woman who loves to refer to herself as his “work wife” though he’d make sure you knew he felt otherwise.

Turning yourselves more, you stood infront of her with Nanami’s arm still around your waist. Your arms crossed over one another just simply observing the situation unfolding around you.

“Oh, I’m sorry miss I didn’t see you standing there. You must be a friend? I’m Mei Mei, Kento’s work wife as everyone around the office calls me!” She reaches out her hand to shake yours, completely ignoring your closed off posture to pull your hand out and shake. The way she uses his first name makes your skin crawl. He’s told you before the only one who is allowed to use his first name is you, especially while riding him.

“Actually Mei, I believe you’re the only one who calls yourself that. Besides, this is my actual, and only, wife.” Nanami responds giving your waist a little squeeze and rubbing it way with his hand. Your heart flutters a little, out of excitement of him referring to you as such, but also out of a little disappointment in that you were in-fact not his wife.

If only you could have taken a picture of the face Mei made once processing the words he had said. Completely falling, and plastering a slight grimace she pulled her hand back off of yours letting both her hands prop on her hips.

“Oh, hah. That’s funny he’s never mentioned you before. Anyway, I better go. I believe I hear Satoru calling my name.” Mei says point blank, bashfully ignoring the obvious lie she had just retorted.

Turning on her heels Mei walks away with an awful sway in her hips, trying to make both her braid and her ass swish more than plausible.

You and Nanami share a glance before laughing with one another. “God she really is awful, I thought you were being dramatic” you say.

“Absolutely not, I don’t think the best author in the world could convey how heinous her company is.” Turning to make you face him he cups his hand onto your face, keeping his other on your waist. He plants a gentle kiss on your forehead, rubbing his thumb along your cheek as he does. “No matter what she says, you are the only woman I love.”

He always knew the slight anxiety placed in the back of your head at all times, not your fault really. You thought it just came with having the most beautiful boyfriend in the entire world. “I liked that you called me that.” You say pushing your face into his hand.

“What, my love?”

“Wife.”

Nanami’s lips crease into a grin, keeping his hand on your face, he closes the distance between you two and kisses you. His classic gentle kiss, just simply placing his onto yours. “I think this party is about over, care for an after party with me?”

You playfully push yourself away from his touch backing up a little, “Ew you’re so romantic I hate it.”

“Sure you do.” He responds with a boyish grin.

You lead the way as he follows you out toward the parking garage. Though, it took longer than you’d hope. Continuing to get stopped, Nanami would have to exchange a few “Nice to see you” “See you at the office” “Don’t drink too much”, between every other person he saw. But you couldn’t complain, you always enjoyed seeing him in his element. Even if he didn’t like the people he worked with, he was always such a sweetheart. Watching his face light up to make sure the person knew they were listened to, and seen by him. You couldn’t help but feel your heart swell a little knowing he was in-fact yours.

Finally arriving to the parking garage Nanami unlocks and opens the passenger side door to allow you room to hop up. Unexpectedly, before you could turn, Nanami grabs the back of your neck planting another kiss on you. This one, unlike the other, was deeper and more sensual. In this kiss, he would move his lips in between yours, embracing you in a deeper French kiss. He couldn’t help his other hand to place on your exposed thigh, gripping tightly as to not let you move away from the kiss.

Your hand finds his on your thigh, placing it there before moving up his arm to repay his strong grip. Nanami’s thumb gently taps your jawline, asking for, or possibly demanding you to open your lips to him. You can’t help but obey as he slips his tongue into your mouth. At that, you let out a groan behind his tongue arching your back to meet his touch all over you.

As unexpectedly as it happened, it stopped. Nanami pulled back from you breathlessly gasping a little before smiling at you without a word, pushing your legs forward before shutting the door.

God was he a tease. But so were you.

Nanami walks to the driver side and hops in, starting the car and beginning the drive home. He knew exactly what he had done to you, and you couldn’t help but repay the favor.

The car full to the brim with tension, the only thing breaking the silence was the radio. Though, you couldn’t focus on the radio, rather focusing on the heat rising in between your legs. You loved this Nanami. The striking, slightly demanding Nanami. Using what was his. And most nights you loved getting used by him, praising words ringing through your ears as he pushed you up and down his length. But tonight felt different. Possibly the large amount of alcohol you had, or possibly the irritating Mei egging you on.

The drive home was probably only 20 minutes, but without traffic and the tension of what happened, Nanami could make it home in 12. So you had to do this quick.

As Nanami was distracted turning a right on red you knew he’d have to look your way, even if only for a moment. Knowing this, you began to touch yourself. Slowly at first, simply drawing a finger from your collar bone down to your breasts. Opening your palm you glide your hand over your clothed boobs, slightly massaging your nipples through the fabric.

You absolutely got off knowing Nanami was watching you, but to make sure you glanced his way. Seeing him eyeing you down while trying, painfully, to watch the road.

From there, you glide your hand over your stomach to the rising heat in your legs. You hadn’t even touched yourself fully and you could feel your breath hitch. Laying your head back into the head rest, letting your back arch a bit into your touch, you take your hand up the slit in your dress to finally make some contact with yourself even if through fabric.

Nanami groaned and tried to reach his hand over. He tried to grab your wrist to stop you, but you had the upper hand of well, another hand. Pushing him away you turn your head to face him. Making direct eye contact, you finally begin to rub yourself through your underwear.

The car jerks as Nanami tries to throw off your balance and get your hand off of you, but unsuccessfully. You should arrive home in about, 6 minutes. With such little time to work Nanami up, you had to go faster.

Opening your legs wider, you lift a leg up resting it on the car door. Your fingers push aside your soaked fabric and finally lay way to your cunt. At this point, your breath is quick and pained. So much arousal flowing through you knowing and seeing Nanami’s discomfort at watching you pleasure yourself.

Arching your back to allow better access, you roll your fingers between your folds, already incredibly wet from the entire night. Brought on even worse by the alcohol you consumed.

From your peripheral, you could see the car approaching a yellow light, then turning red.

Fuck.

As soon as the car stopped Nanami turns completely to you keeping his eyes locked on yours, pulling your hand away from its place. “Fucking slut, you couldn’t wait until we got home.” Roughly grabbing your jawline planting a kiss onto your lips.

His hand locked your wrist midair while his other forced your face into a kiss. Only a couple more minutes you thought.

Breaking away from the kiss to speak you say, “Cause my husband left me alone with my thoughts. What did you think would happen to a girl left all alone in a room full of attractive men? Especially high off alcohol.”

Nanami’s hand is holding your face, unable to hide the dissatisfaction in his face and voice. “That’s too bad really, cause I couldn’t keep my eyes off you all night. Watching you look for me, while pushing away any guy who came up to you.” Tightening the grip on his other hand, holding the hand you used to pleasure yourself moments ago, he tuts “I even had to run off to the bathroom a couple times to rub one out at the thought of you so obsessed with me, and only me.” His eyes darkening as he responded.

At that, you couldn’t help but push your thighs closer together to feel even the slightest bit friction. He knew his dirty talk was only pushing you worse and worse toward dissatisfaction. Even letting out a small grin at your thighs pushing together more.

Your eyelids grew closer together as you questioned, “So you get to touch yourself to the thought of me, but I can’t do it in return?”

“Why would I let you do that when I can do it myself.”

*BEEP*

Pulling you both out of your thoughts you snap forward, leaving the contact of eachother at the sound of a car behind you. You were simply sitting at a green light. Nanami focuses back in the best he can, you would be home in only a couple minutes. But god he might crash if he doesn’t focus. The uncomfortable tent in his pants being the only thing in his mind right now. So painfully tight, and the way he was sitting pushed pressure on his tip harshly.

“You really are such a hypocrite, Nanami.” He was distracted for only a moment, but looking back to you the sight he saw could’ve made him crash right then.

Your legs had resumed their spots, pushed apart, with your hands back between your legs. Finally feeling the friction you had so desperately wanted, rubbing and pinching one hand around your clit. The other hand, dipped your ring and middle finger into your cunt. Keeping your eyes completely locked onto Nanami’s, now unable to focus on the road, you let out a pornagraphic moan leaning your head back further into the head rest.

The displeasure plastered on Nanami’s face only spurred you on more, but sure, you needed more. You needed to feel his cock plowing through your folds to meet the spots you can’t reach with your fingers. But you knew at this sight before him, he would not hold back later.

Still pleasing yourself, you began to move your fingers quicker inside your pussy, trying desperately to hit your g-spot. Rubbing faster and faster on your clit, you can feel the heat tightening in your core.

Nanami’s eyes forced themselves away from yours, making sure that you’d both at least get home in one piece. As for later, he’d make sure you didn’t end up in one piece.

Furrowing your brows at Nanami’s composure, your sounds began flowing over the radio. The lewd noise of your pussy getting wetter and wetter as the time passed, and your moans getting louder in annoyance of loosing his gaze.

You’d not looked at the road for awhile, until you felt the car harshly turn into the driveway. Nanami took that turn purposefully to hard, and to fast, to push you off your balance. Which he had successfully done, as the fingers inside of you slipped out, instead trying to catch yourself on the car door.

Trying to gain any composure you had, you let both your hands leave between your thighs. Nanami quickly parked and tried grabbing you. But before he could catch you, you hopped out of the car and sprinted toward the door.

Giggling to yourself you fumbled with the key that you had in your shoe, to pull out and open the door. Hearing the car completely shut off and large feet hit the concrete. Shutting the door painfully hard Nanami tries to stride over quickly. “Don’t you fucking dare-“ trying to grab you, again unsuccessful.

You had opened the door just in time to push yourself inside and shut the door on Nanami, locking it. You knew he had a key, and would only gain you a couple moments. But a couple moments nonetheless to hide.

Inside, the doorway opened to a large living room and kitchen situated parallel to eachother. The beautiful home both you and Nanami worked hard to build together. But not the time to relish in that, you quicken your pace to the end of the hall to the stairs, quickly running up them as you hear Nanami finally open the door. Slower, though, than he chose to open the car door.

Getting up the stairs you rush to the end of another hall, opening the door, meet with your lovely bedroom. Just a moment of thought as you stand in the doorway, pondering on where to hide.

“I got you.” Nanami retorts right in your ear before capturing your figure in his arms, forcing you to let out a breath as his arms wrap around your waist and pick you up.

Letting out a laugh you let yourself slump into his figure still positioned in the door way, “Awh man you should’ve given me more time to hide.”

“Tsk tsk tsk, no can do my love. Not after that.” Nanami walks you both over to your bed placing you face down against the sheets. Slowly, painfully so, he guides his hands from your waist, to your hands, placing them above you. You couldn’t help but turn your face a little to see his eyes, dark with lust and focus.

Placing a sweet kiss on your shoulder he moves his hands to meet your zipper, finally exposing your skin.

“My god you’re so beautiful. If only you weren’t such a brat to me.” Following after your zipper he places kisses down your spine, stopping at your lower back.

“Oh but Nanami, really? You got to touch yourself all night to me and I can’t do it for what.. 12 minutes?” You say, voice dripping in seduction.

Nanami guides the straps of your dress off with your arms, gently placing them back in their spot above your head. “Actually, no, you cannot do that my love.” After freeing your arms from your dress he guides the rest of the fabric off your body, exposing your matching lace strapless bra and panties. “Fuck.” He says placing himself on top of you, face flush with your ear and at such an angle to rub his bludge against you. “You feel that? That’s what your little show did to me. We both know your small fingers can’t reach the places that my dick could. Fuck even my fingers could reach further.”

Placing his hands at your waist he keeps you still as he rubs his tent up and down your ass. “You in that fucking tight red dress. Flirting your doe eyes at Satoru. Fuck. You knew I was watching, didn’t you? You got off knowing I was fuming seeing you even enjoy his company at all.” His hips began to dip down further, harder, into your cheek.

“Maybe I did.” You let out a deep groan at the heavy pressure of his body weight on you, unable to move. “Maybe I got off on knowing that, but I still didn’t get to touch myself. Asshole.”

Groaning at your defiance, Nanami’s hands on your waist tighten as he flips you over to face him. “I’ll make you come so hard around my fingers you’ll never even think about touching yourself alone.” his eyes dark with anger, or possibly, arousal?

Face to face with Nanami now, you flutter your eyelashes, making yourself seem more innocent or fearful than Nanami knew you were. “Did your hand satisfy you enough? Is that why you’re so mad now?” You tut out pushing back on his dirty talk. “Did fucking your fist not feel as good as my hands around it? Flicking your slit just the way I know you like it? Or were you too busy thinking about my mouth going up and down the veins in your dick-“

Forcing you to stop your talking Nanami kisses you hard into the bed. Letting out a groan, signaling that your words were having just the effect you wanted on him. You remember that you’re free to move your hands, finding their place in his under cut. Both your hands surround his head pulling him impossibly closer to you.

His hands begin to wander up your torso and rubs your breasts through your bra. You rewarded his touch with a small moan, arching your back into his touch.

Suddenly he completely stands, completely off of you standing straight. “Tsk you slut. You love this don’t you. Love driving me crazy. Love this dirty talk.” Making direct eye contact with you he finally freed his skin from underneath his suit. Completely losing his suit jacket and button up, his beautiful chest was out for you to look at. God, it was like he was chiseled out of marble the way his biceps flexed to guide his hands to his belt. His abs flexing at the knowledge of what would happen next.

Nanami being completely off of you gave you some room to move back, choosing to slide all the way to the headboard of the bed. Resting your back against it, you watched Nanami undress beside the bed.

As his pants fell his boxers finally had enough room to free his bulge a little. Not enough to cause any satisfaction though. Studying his body in the same state of undress as you, “You know. From how hard your dick is right now I’d say you’re getting off from this too. Kento.”

Oh how he loved when you used his first name. No one was allowed to use it but you of course, and he all but hated Mei Mei for using it ever. Choosing to finally let his erect shaft free, Nanami pulls his boxers completely off to meet his pants on the floor.

His dick was so hard that it stood perfectly up, seemingly laying against his navel. The tiniest bit of precum was leaking from its tip, painting his shaft a glossy shiny film that continued to travel down to its base.

While laying against the headboard, you spread your legs wider for Nanami to see the same sight between your legs. Practically dripping onto the bed already, your lace panties barely held any liquid back from your cunt. You placed your hand over your clothed center, needing to feel some friction.

Nanami crossed the distance between you, propping himself in front of you on his heels. “Now. Isn’t that what got you into this situation, my love?” Gripping your wrist away from yourself, similar to how he had done in the car. Pulling your arm up to him, he threw it around his shoulder and wrapped his arms around your waist embracing you in a kiss. This one was a sweet one, almost apologetic to what he knew he was going to do to you. He lightly grips your waist as your other hand meets yours around his neck.

You couldn’t help but try to lift up one of your legs, to at the very least, get some friction on his dick. Still passionately kissing, your leg slides up his thigh and to his side. One leg still planted on the bed, you rub your heated core against his dick, feeling the veins run slightly against your clit.

“F-Fuck… Nanami….” your breath quickening by the second.

“What my love?” He asks, pulling away. “Please? Do you want to ask me so nicely to finally fuck you?”

You felt his shoulders slightly relax at his own words. Surging the moment, you take your hands from around his neck and push him, hard.

Letting his back hit the bed he lets out a laugh, positioning his legs from under him to lay flat.

“As if I’d ever beg you.” Raising yourself up onto his lower abdomen, you begin to lean forward and backward, rubbing your clothed pussy against his abs. His hands find your hips, in a way, helping you rub yourself against him. You throw your head back in pleasure.

“Oh love. We both know you have. If you weren’t so drunk right now you’d be begging me to fuck you so hard you wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow.” He huffs, his own breath beginning to quicken at the thoughts racing through his head. You rocked your hips against his abs, making him wet with your own juices.

“Fuck.” You mutter out, feeling the desperation grow in your stomach. As you place your hands on his pecs, you glance downward to meet his eyes. His eyes locked onto yours, admiring you using him. “It doesn’t matter if I’m drunk Kento, you love being used.” Your pussy started clenching at nothing but your own words. “My own little fuck toy I get to use.”

He grips your hips tighter, and rolls his head back a little, bucking his hips upward to try and grab some friction. He lets out a groan before grabbing the sides of your panties and ripping them.

“God I need to feel you. Please.” Nanami says, pulling the now ripped panties from between your legs and tossing them off the bed. Nothing between you and his abs now, your clit finally gets direct contact with the curves and valleys of his abs.

Needing to feel more stimulation than his abs, you move yourself further down to his erect dick. Placing your folds around his members you move up and down, pussy fucking him.

“Like this Nanami? You like that?” You say, slowing your hips down. Feeling his tip rub against your clit, stealing a moan from your lips. Nanami’s head leans back at the sensation, groaning at your stunt. He couldn’t help but feel annoyed at your defiance, he guessed he didn’t really clarify what he meant by ‘feeling’ you.

“S-stop. You’re not cumming like that.” Nanami lifts himself up to meet you face to face, gripping your waist tight as he raises you up.

Nanami wraps an arm around you holding you up. Pressing your chest to him, you guide your hands up his chest and his neck, resting your hands in his under cut. As you pepper kisses over his face, he uses his other hand to guide his dick to your entrance. “You’re so wet” he groans looking up to meet your eyes, simply rubbing his tip through your folds.

Your breath is incredibly fast now, feeling so needy but pushing through the want to beg him to fuck you. “Cause ah- you keep teasing me.” You breathily respond.

“Tell me what you want” Nanami says, still staring longingly into your eyes. Your fingers in his undercut swirl around in circles as your thumbs caress under his ears. He abruptly stops moving his tip around you, waiting for a response.

“I want…” your breath getting caught in your throat “I want you to fuck me, make me cum around your dick and-“ Nanami starts moving his tip again circling around your clit making it harder to focus on your words, “shit- ah.” Breaking the eye contact you force your eyes shut leaning your head back and arching into his touch, moving your hips around to steal more pleasure from his movements, “cum inside of me, and then lick it all out of me.” you slightly groan at the last part of your thought, it was something you couldn’t keep your mind off of the entire night.

“Mmmhm, look at me” Nanami says, unable to grip your jaw to make you seeing as his hands were preoccupied. You couldn’t help but obey as you look back into his eyes, he clicks his tongue. “Tsk. What?”

Still grinding against his tip, unable to move downward to force him inside because of his tip, you respond “Please. Ah- Ken. Please.”

“Good girl.” He says, embracing you in a kiss, before pushing you down onto his dick. Taking a gasp from you, you kiss him back before moaning into his mouth at the sensation. Finally some relief from a tension built up all night, you feel his dick push through any resistance in your walls. He stops halfway onto his dick to give you a second to adjust. “Doesn’t matter how many times I fuck this pussy, you’re always so tight for me” Nanami coos, snaking his hand that was on his base up your body, unclipping your bra with one hand to pull of your arms. Unable to protest, your still pushed into his body by his arm, being forced to adjust to his size as he moves your arms to get your bra off.

One of your hands is still in his hair as the other slides down to his shoulder, pushing it. You weren’t trying to escape his grasp, or maybe you possibly were, you just needed something to grab to release the pleasant pain shooting through you. You could feel every vein of his cock pulsing through you, teasing you without any movement other than the blood rushing into his dick.

Your breasts now free for him, one of his hands finds one of them to cup into his hand and massage as his mouth finds the other. As his hand openly squeezes your breast, his mouth assaults the other planting wet hot kisses into your nipple. “Fu- yeah yeah I like that, Ken.” Finally adjusted to his length you push yourself all the way down his dick, your core making contact with his base.

At that, both of you gasp and moan at finally being completely connected. Nanami’s hand and mouth leave your breasts, his hand rather taking place around your neck, gently holding you and making your face meet his. “You like that, slut? Like being full to the brim with my dick?” With his arm around your waist, he had complete control of your movements. He started moving you slowly up and down his shaft, taking it agonizing slow, making you feel every pump and twitch of his dick.

Your walls clenched around him, feeling satisfied with your position, moaning and closing your eyes. His hand around your neck meant you couldn’t lean back, but you pushed your head back breathing at the feeling of his dick. “Yeah. Ah- I like that Ken. F-fuck, make me come Kento.”

At your permission, Nanami starts pushing you up and down his length faster, moving his hips up off the bed to meet your hips everytime you came down. He moves his hand off your neck to wiggle down between the two of you, planting soft circles around your clit.

The overstimulation of both his dick and his hands made your body shiver and convulse in satisfaction. Feeling the familiar sensation in your stomach as he moved you up and down. You throw your arms over his shoulders to plant your face in his neck, biting and kissing at his collarbone before licking your tongue up his neck to his ear. “Yeah ah- you’re making me feel so good Ken,” you coo, feeling his dick twitch at your voice. His head is slightly leaned back, pushing against your head as he listens “You wanna make me come around your dick? Let me milk you over and over again?”

Nanami’s pace quickens as he listens to your praises and approval, his fingers start digging into your side as his hand pushes harder against your clit as well. Gaining a moan from you, placed directly into his ear.

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum before you do” he says, in an almost whinny tone. His pace starts faltering the tiniest amount as he feels his balls tighten, a clear signal of his soon release.

Still places praises in his ear, you pick up his faltering pace yourself. Quickening it even more as you feel the coil in your stomach tightening as well. “Yeah? Yeah I’d like you to come, I wanna feel your cum fill me up. I wanna milk your dick Kento.” Groaning against your words Nanami rubs faster and faster on your clit, feeling your walls tightening around him the same time his shaft begins to twitch.

Nanami moans and finally releases into you, shooting spurts of hot cum directly into your cunt. He bites down into your neck as he keeps cumming, feeling you squeeze him. The overwhelming feeling of his hand stimulating your clit and his dick pouring his white liquids into you, you also release with a moan.

Nanami’s firm grasp only tightens as he slowly grinds you through both of your highs, your nails dig into his back leaving crescent shapes all over his upper back. Both your orgasms come down slowly, as you place yourself at his base.

You both breathe heavily, trying to regain your strength after an intense orgasm. Nanami’s head lifts from the valley of your neck to look at you. Moving his hand from between the two of you, he tucks your hair behind your ear and traces his thumb along your jawline. Stopping at your chin, he holds your face before placing a gentle kiss on your lips.

Returning his kiss you both slowly make out, as he leans you back against the bed. Your head hits the pillows softly as his kiss lead to the corner of your mouth, down your neck and into your collar bone. Placing gentle kisses he sucks slightly on your collar bone as he pulls out of you. You groan at the loss of feeling him, feeling a bit of cum leaking out of you.

Nanami’s kisses trace down to your boobs as he gropes as massages them again, sucking on one nipple before moving to the other, showing them equal love. Your back arches as your head digs deeper into your pillow.

Sighing, Nanami grabs your hips and he kisses down your stomach, to your navel and stopping. He hooks his arms under your legs as he throws them over his shoulders.

You look down to make eye contact with him as he moves further down, closer and closer to your pussy. Your hand snakes down your body to rest in his hair, that is completely disheveled. Only made worse by your hand now in it, grasping down on his scalp.

Nanami looks at you as he sticks his tongue out and licks, from the very bottom of your hole to your clit. Collecting all of the juices that might’ve spilled from you. Gasping, your eyes close at the sensation, still incredibly sensitive from the orgasm.

“Tsk. Watch me love.” Nanami says, pulling back from between your thighs. “Watch me as I lick my cum out of you.” Your eyes open reluctantly to meet his, a boyish grin plastered across his face at your obedience.

“Good girl, just like that.” It takes everything in you to not close your eyes and rear your head back, to simply revel in the pleasure. But Nanami’s intense gazes makes you unable to look away. His grin disappears between your thighs, as he gets closer and closer, breathing on your cunt. “Fuck, you look like you could cum again.”

“Nanami, please.” You whine out, angry with his teasing. He feels himself grow hard at your whines, deciding to finally give into what you wanted most. He lays his tongue flat against your pussy to lick all the way up again, before cupping his tongue into your hole. He tongue fucks you, as you feel him swallow every ounce of cum leaking from you.

The overwhelming sensation starts sending you toward an edge again, gripping him tighter you begin to ride his face. He gladly allows you to use him, muttering through your folds “Fuck, you needy slut. Want to come around my fingers?” He asks, gently placing his thumb to your hole as his tongue wraps around your clit.

Your hips buck at the feeling, your arousal prominent and building as every second passes. Enough time since your orgasm you feel the familiar coil begin to tighten in your womb.

Nanami slips his index and middle finger through your folds, pumping in and out as your walls clench around his fingers. His tongue still assaults your clit as you gasp “Ugh, yeah yeah like that.” Your head falls back to the bed the same time your back arches into his touch.

He turns his hand inside of you, changing the position of his fingers to hook upward in you searching for, and finding, your g-spot. At the feeling of it hit at the same time he sucks harshly on your clit, you gasp out a pornographic moan, incredibly close to release.

“Yeah, my love, ride my face.” He says before quickening his pace, tongue circling faster and fingers digging and pushing.

His nasty words send you over the edge, finishing all over his fingers. Your walls pulse and squeeze as his fingers slow, and halt inside of you, his tongue still pleasing you through your orgasm.

As you fall from your high, you open your eyes to pear down as Nanami pulls his fingers out of you and raises on his elbows to meet your gaze. Slowly, he places his fingers in his mouth, going impossibly deep to take all of his digits. You see as his tongue nastily and suggestively push through his middle and index finger, drawing them from his mouth. He lets out a groan as he tastes and swallows your juices.

“Shit, I love feeling you cum around my fingers.” He says, placing a kiss against your stomach. “I love feeling you clench around them, sucking on them like your life depends on it.” Placing more kisses up your stomach, between your breasts, up your neck and finally resting himself on top of you to look at you. Your hands find the sides of his face as he says, “I just love everything about you.”

Your breath returns to a normal as your hands rest on the sides of his face, “Oh, don’t I know it.” You kiss his lips.

“Marry me?”

He pulls away a little to stare into your eyes lovingly. “What?” You question, stunned by the sudden comment

“Will you marry me?”

Nanami’s eyes flicker between both of yours searching for an answer that your lips could not give him.

“Hmph, I’ll think about it.”

#jujustu kaisen #nanami #nanami kento #jjk #jjk fic #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen smut #YYEEAAH #first post #smut #anime smut #nanami x reader #jujutsu nanami #jjk nanami #nanami x you #nanami smut

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iamafanofcartoons · 2 years ago

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Weiss:…Really, Yang? Really? Ruby: Sis, this is not the time or place! Blake: Just because you can, does not mean you should! Yang: Hey, if it works! Right guys? (Waves at the villains they’re supposed to be fighting). Hazel: I’m asexual, the only thing I’m passionate about is vengeance against OZZZZPINNNN! (Everyone jumps back) Hazel: But he’s not here right now. Tyrian: My only interest is defending the beauty of our Goddess! Watts: I’m Sapiosexual. Mercury: Meaning? Emerald: Oh I know this one! It means he’s only sexually attracted to people based on intelligence. Tyrian: So her majesty then. Watts: Wait what? Tyrian: Are you saying that our Queen is not a glorious and brilliant ruler?! Watts: No wait, she certainly is, I would never acknowledge Her Grace as anything less! Tyrian: So you do have an attraction to her Majesty! Watts: So do you! Tyrian: At least I’m not hiding it. Emerald: Can we focus? Watts: Yes, Cinder fan-girl, do stop. Emerald: Wait, what are you saying? Mercury: He’s saying you’re into Cinder the same way Stabby Tail is into Cinder’s boss. Emerald: You wanna go, Dildo-legs? Hazel: ENOUGH! (Quirky Mini-Boss squad stops comedic bickering to listen to the serious guy) Hazel: In case you forgot, our targets are…wait, where they’d go? BEEP (X5) Watts: Oh Dear. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

_____________________________________________________________________________________ Salem (Does the Gendo Ikari Hand Gesture): You knew their fighting abilities, you had fought with them before, you had them outnumbered, you even knew the environment… (Competent and semi-competent minions remain silent, Tyrian crying at disappointing Mommy Salami) Mercury raises his hand Salem: I’m.Not.Done.Boi. Mercury lowers his hand. Salem: Now I’d like to know just how it was possible for all of you to fail like this? Not even Haven was like this. Hazel takes a breath. Salem: Hazel Rainart, I hope for your sake you do not plan to do another “Take one for the team” attempt that tries to cover up for what the team did. Or do you enjoy being bound up by my tentacles? Hazel, stops, considers…Then takes an even deeper breath. Mercury: It was Boobs. (Ackward silence.) Salem: Excuse me? Mercury: You know how Team RWBY gained that transforming ability? Salem: That leaves them wide open for you to kick-shoot them up in the face? Mercury: Blondie’s shout-phrase was “Big titties” Salem: And? Mercury: That started a conversation that- (Crippled Psychopathic Assassin shut up by fancy pistol from Jock-Nerd and Mecha-Tail from Psycho Fan-Boi covering his mouth) Tyrian: Let’s not sweat the small stuff. Watts: Basically we were distracted. Salem: By boobs? Seriously? My greatest operatives….distracted by a woman’s chest? And what happened next may I ask? Hazel: They took advantage of our distraction to throw explosives and explosive dust rounds around, and brought the warehouse down on us. Angry Boss “Lady?”:….. Evil minions who need focus on hormones 2nd, mission priorities first:…. Salem waves her hand and the door opens… Multiple tentacled grimm appear. Salem: Now I am not a therapist or a counselor, but we have got to work on your hormones before I send you any missions….this will be your price for failure. (The following content is flagged NC-17 for tentacles, and too many other tags to count...let's use our imagination) Meanwhile, elsewhere… Cinder receives shivers down her spine, nearly lighting herself on fire to get rid of the chills. Evil Mute Cutie hides a smile looking at evil Ms. Eyepatch on High-Heels getting Random Spooks.

Artist is DebzTheNaught

https://twitter.com/DebzTheNaught/status/1290307790183870475

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annah-kitathryne · 1 year ago

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I was tagged by: @songbee-art (it won't let me tag just songbee)

1. Are you named after anyone? My first name is an old book character, and my second name is a derivative of my grandmother's name. My screen name is one I made up, and have started preferring to my legal name.

2. When was the last time I cried? Nearly cried when I had a freak out realizing I forgot to follow back friend. Before that a couple hours ago when deep topic hit deep.

3. Do I have kids? No. Don't want them either. I'm good at babysitting and watching kids for a few hours but get distracted and frustrated easily. I don't trust myself with them. Kids seem to like me though. I've been told I tell good stories and am patient when explaining things to them. I treat them like full humans?

4. What sports do you play/have you played? I played volleyball, did cross country running, softball, and skiing. Real jock here (not really there was nothing to do but sports where I used to live). Haven't played any since 2020 though. I use a bike though sometimes.

5. Do you use sarcasm? Never. I don't have a sarcastic bone in my body.

6. What's the first thing you notice about someone? How close they are in relation to me. I don't like anyone I don't know to be near me. Next thing is clothes.

7. Eye color? Blue and yellow (not two different eyes but mixed in both)

8. Scary movies or happy endings? Depends on mood, but a scary movie can have a happy ending. It's a chore to get to sit long enough to watch a movie though.

9. Any talents? I've been told I have some good writing skills. I can draw? I can analyze stuff? Idk.

10. Where were you born? In a hospital? Why, you need a recommendation? I live on the west coast.

11. Hobbies? Reading, writing, drawing, thinking, overthinking.

12. Any pets? I have a cat named Lilliana. We call her Lily Bones sometimes.

13. Height? Taller than average but shortest in my family.

14. Favourite school subject? Writing followed by history.

15. Dream job? Getting hired by DC, writing 6 issue solo serieses for Helena Bertinelli, Mia Dearden, Cassandra Cain, Stephanie Brown, and than being assigned to a main Batbook where I can have my go at four part storyline. After my sucess I get put on a new project where I get all the creative freedom. I write a 20 issue maxi series on a preflash point alternate timeline where Bruce stayed dead. I then get to write a Tim Drake twelve issue maxi where I bring back Tim's civilian friends in a fun but serious story about starting to grow up, and by the end Tim has a new identity.

A job that makes enough that I can have enough money to eat three meals, have a warm shower, and live in a building that won't fall apart with a strong wind?

Tagg List: @uuuuutan @burritowitch @dc-said-bi-robin-rights @dearest-valentine @gretahayes @jpv-isms @jasongrey-redhood @mysteriousbeetle @milfkarazorel @porto-rosso @plutonicbees @sporkberries @saturnsickle @shiverblights @val-el

Sorry if you got annoyed by the tags. I more or less just went down the alphabet.

#ask game

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kabbal · 2 years ago

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I got tagged by @belphegor1982 and almost forgot to do it because it got buried in notifications 😭 i"m sorryyyyyyy

3 ships : only three??? gee what a cruel question. I guess i will point towards my latest obsessions and shove the rest of the pile under my bed

Zoro/Sanji from One Piece. It's funny to come back to my teenage obsessions to see my taste in ships has drastically changed. I did not ship these two when i was 13 but i sure do now. They're the wings of the future Pirate King. They can't spend two minutes next to each other without trying to cave each other's skull in. They're each other's best friend and they will never admit it. They're a pragmatist/Idealist duo. They always disagree except on the essential. Also the idea of Sanji having to cope with the fact that he's attracted to a man is extremely funny to me.

Ghost/Soap from Call of Duty. My favourite war criminals<3 They're fun they're deadly they commit unspeakable acts on the daily. They nag each other on comms and probably had sex next to a corpse at least once. They're a piece of propaganda from the military industrial complex and i almost forgive them.

Gideon/Harrow from the Locked Tomb. I'm just starting with these two, only started reading Gideon the Ninth but oooooh god. They're obsessed with each other. They hate each other's guts. They want to climb each other so bad. They're a jock x goth pairing. They have witnessed the Horrors together hand in unlovable hand. I can't wait to see more of them.

First ship : Cobra and Kinana from Fairy Tail. The CHOKEHOLD these two had on 12yo me was insane. They were the reason I started reading fanfic (on ffnet at the time because the French fandom for Fairy Tail was insanely good over there). They're your typical edgy redempted villain x sweet girl on the hero's side. Except she was his snake for ten years. But don't worry about that.

I still love them SO MUCH for nostalgia alone (and for some scenes that I maintain were objectively good).

Last Song : the Chicago soundtrack but especially "All I Care About Is Love" and "When You're Good To Mama"

Last Movie : Chicago (2002) and it's a fucking banger but everyone knew that already. Sexy ladies, lies and jazz, what can i ask more??? here, have another gif

Currently watching : i'm kind of between shows at the moment, I watched netflix's live action One Piece and I know Call of Duty Modern Warfare III is coming next month so i'm living in my fanfic bubble not watching too many new things

Currently consuming : my own nose juice because i've got a cold i'm sick i can't breathe leave me alone

Currently craving : these.

tagging @kaantt @dagss @suzhhou

#tag game

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pearlypairings · 2 years ago

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Ooh fun! @1lostsoul0fishbowl tagged me in this game...

Rules: Make a new post. No cheating! You’re starring in a movie with the last person you saved in your camera roll. The last song you’ve listened to is the title. Who/what is it?

Movie Title : Baby Came Home, starring our lovely Chrissy Cunningham/GVD

OOOHH! Maybe it's because I've been writing for a horror competish lately, or maybe it's because I love the idea of Chrissy coming back for her justified revenge, but here, Chrissy is the anti-hero protagonist trying to subvert the major horror trope of a "final girl". Quite the opposite, Chrissy is the first victim killed by the typical supernatural serial killer; Her last moments are full of despair, only to be resurrected for a second chance of revenge, with superhuman abilities rivaling the villain who killed her. With a murky past of abuse and trauma besides the man who murdered her in cold blood, she decides to punish the hidden predators in her small town, starting with the ones in her own home. The ones who betrayed her first. She closes the story chasing the killer to his bitter end.

Edit: I forgot to include MYSELF in this movie idea... I'll be the friend from cheer who takes her to the big jock party and tries to convince not to go into the woods alone 😂 I don't wanna be a victim of anyone's wrath

Did that get too dark?? I'm sorry I'll go back to my writing hobbit hole to finish this horror short story to get it out my system🙈

Here is @1lostsoul0fishbowl post which is WAY lighter and funny compared to mine if you need a happy palate cleanser :)

#movie tag #thanks for tagging me!#pearly tagged #horror tropes #horror movie imagine #horror movie #subverted final girl trope #losty yours was so much more fun than mine lol #chrissy cunningham

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devondespresso · 2 years ago

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tagged by the epic @stobinesque 🕺

Currently reading: uhhhh imma be real with you guys i haven't read a whole book since junior year of highschool. I have tried rereading through my copy of Macbeth

anyway just off the top of my head I've been reading The Universe Trapped in Your Skin, How To Rehabilitate a Jock, A Rage That Never Wavers, Night Drives (series), and more that i cant remember the titles of im sorry (its all stranger things fanfic for me too 💪)

Favorite Color: Purple 🕺🪩💃

Last Movie Watched: i had a movie night with my best friend and we watched ✨Barbie The Pearl Princess✨

Last Song Listened To: Zitti e Buoni by Måneskin, i just have Teatro D'ira playing on loop

Sweet/Savory/Spicy: i like all 3 but savory would have to be my favorite

Currently Working On: Steve Henderson AU babeyyyyyyyyyyy i genuinely wish i had anything like. content adjacent to share. but i probably won't post anything until at least the first arc is done. i just know 60% of my process is editing what i have detail by detail so i don't think im the kinda guy that can write a chapter then post then write the next y'know

tagging @loser-jpg @elmoshipsbyler @lets-try-to-be-normal-otakus @butwhyytho1 @nymime and anyone else who wants to do it!!

also if we're mutuals and i never tag you in things its because i forgot people perceive me and like. dont mind hearing from me. so consider this an official tag!!

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sincerely-sofie · 11 months ago

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This was super fun— and genuinely a great method to develop characters with!

If given the ability to eat actual food instead of just getting her energy from the sun, water, and soil, Sen absolutely would crunch on raw coffee beans like they were a delicacy.

Kip canonically is able to use chopsticks better than Twig is, despite her having more human-like hands and Kip having flippers!

Twig definitely forgets to eat when stressed. It’s been an issue since she was a young human and Grovyle would have to nag her to eat more than a couple shriveled berries at a time when they were on the run.

There’s no social media in my PMD-verse, but in a Human AU? Yeah. Ark would be tumblr famous for being very strange in social interactions, very archaic in his vocabulary, and very endearing in his efforts to figure out how to run a blog. He’s the embodiment of “Saw a snail today… effervescent.”

In a Human AU Spindle is regularly terrorized by Gengar, who can do a spot-on Freddy Fazbear laugh impression, after he tells him how he binge-watched a bunch of YouTubers play the entire FNaF series over the course of three days straight and was terrified the entire time. Spindle is a FNaF lore expert and he is not happy about this.

Ruby would LOVE Claire’s in a Human AU. This girl looks like she’d be the perfect emo / goth kid, depending on what day you see her, and she’s too shy to wear the clothing options available at her store of choice, but she’s 100% bedazzling all of her backpack’s surfaces with pins and patches and keychains from Claire’s.

Opal and Ruby would share a Wattpad account where they post elaborate roleplay logs and fanfiction about each other’s OCs in a Human AU. They have three followers who are bots and they love them dearly, even turning them into OCs to join their self-inserts in adventures. A couple kids from school follow them as well but have no idea what on earth their stories are talking about, as they don’t make much sense to anyone outside the two sisters.

Necrozma is a deity beyond mortal comprehension. It’s not exactly that he’d cover for Litten if the time came, it’s that he’d intimidate anyone who came to confront his boy so badly that they’d turn tail and run without a word of explanation, much to his confusion.

Kitsune is a jock through and through. However, her favorite subject would be music class, and her favorite extracurriculars / clubs would be marching band and home economics.

Halcyon would LIVE in heels if she was a human. She’d never go anywhere without some new pair of highly elevated art pieces for shoes.

Deu has never stolen anything in his life because he’s terrified of the concept. He was once given a pamphlet by somebody advertising a traveling play that was coming into town and chased them down through a crowd to return it while crying.

Thanks for the tag @dreamsandrosies, this was amazing and I’d love to do it again sometime :> For my own tags—

@fujii-draws, @i-never-forgot, @aria-the-derg, @driftingballoons (I don’t know if you consider them OCs, but I’d love to see some headcanons for your Skitty and Treecko!), @oblonger, @onlyhereforghosttrick, @billycorn, and @stingraywipe! I’d love to see you guys do this, but no pressure if you’re not interested. Anyone else who’d like to give this a whirl, tag yourself and go for it!

I found this site that generates you a random headcanon.... How about we do that: you enter the name of a character (or your OC!), post what you got, and then comment on how true do you think it is for them!

Not true. That was very easy.

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archerincombat · 3 years ago

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takin' my time, let the world turn

“Hey,” Ravi says. “Scale of 1 to 10, how bad would it be if I assumed Eddie Diaz’s girlfriend was his wife in front of him?”

Lee groans. “Did you do it in front of Buckley?”

“Yeah?”

“A hundred,” she replies, turning the other direction before Ravi can demand to know why.

At three in the morning, it hits him. He bolts upright in his cot. Oh my god, he thinks. Buck and Eddie are divorced, and everyone forgot to tell me.

aka, the ravi fic (affectionate)

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The first time Ravi meets the A-shift, they remind him a little too much of the football jocks from high school — mostly because there’s definitely something wrong with all of them.

They’re infamous at the 118 — at any firehouse really. You know, after one of them got crushed by a firetruck and the other survived a piece of rebar straight through his brain and another one of them got trapped at the bottom of the well during a storm and came out of it cracking jokes. Ravi’s only been at the 118 for one day, but gossip travels extraordinarily fast here. Somehow, these guys named Buck, Eddie, Hen, and Chimney seem to always be at the heart of it all.

(“Do not get on their bad side,” Richardson, one of the younger firefighters, tells him in the locker room when Ravi asks if there’s anything he desperately needs to know before he’s thrown off into the deep end. “Shouldn’t be hard. They’re all good people, but they’re like...they’re like the popular kids. Cap’s favorites. Just don’t do it.”

“Diaz did,” Cassidy interjects. “Look at him now.”

“Yeah well he had to pull a live grenade out of a man’s leg to remedy that.” Richardson claps Ravi on the back before turning to leave. “B-shift usually leaves that to the bomb squad. Everyone on A-shift has a death wish. Never join A-shift.”)

Anyway, Ravi’s pretty content with taking that advice and running with it, because for all of B-shift’s goading praise, A-shift actually seems clinically insane and he’s not planning on interacting with them unless he absolutely has to. It’s only been 20 hours, so Ravi doesn’t know much about the inner-workings of the firehouse, but he’s seen enough to start packing up a little quicker when Bobby enters the firehouse.

And then, one by one, the rest of A-shift trickles in, and look Ravi doesn’t know any of their names, but he’s only human, so when a very tall, very attractive man strides in the bay doors, looking for all the world like he owns the place, it’s possible — like a little bit, microscopically possible — that Ravi decides, if he looks like he belongs there and walks at just the right angle…

He walks at the right angle. The problem is, now that he’s here, he’s not really sure what to do with it. He thinks, best course of action, he just keeps walking, forward and straight out the doors, even though his duffle bag is still in the locker room.

He’s not a huge believer in fate, but it seems like the universe does indeed have other plans.

“Hey probie!” very tall attractive man yells, making Ravi flinch so hard he drops all of his books, and hadn’t Cassidy literally said to him, snorting all the while, “This is a fire house, not a library.” And god, maybe he should’ve listened instead of striding around like he isn’t just fresh out of the Academy and great now he has to quit and-

He takes a breath. Steadies himself because he’s 25 and this is his workplace, calls the slightly less attractive now man ‘sir’ sarcastically (his friends say no one really knows the difference between his sarcastic voice and his normal voice, but it’s the thought that counts), and refuses his help as — and now he can see the name tag — Firefighter Buckley, looking rightfully contrite, asks him how his first shift was.

Ravi nods warily and shrugs to seem suave. “Oh, pretty quiet,” he says.

Wrong answer, apparently. Though, in Ravi’s defense, he hadn’t known there was a right one. “Whoa!” Buckley protests.

“Did he just-?” the woman asks, shell-shocked.

And finally, the third guy. “No!” he shouts, backing away like Ravi’s some sort of feral animal. “No!”

“Sorry,” he frowns, because what..? Clinically. In. Sane. “I just said it was-”

A-shift seems intent on not letting him speak. They bicker in incomprehensible sentences about curses and horror movies while Ravi stands there, frozen, 15 minutes after his shift ended, because he’s not quite sure that this isn’t a nightmare so what else can he possibly do except clutch his books and wait, maybe, for the earth to swallow him whole?

Then just because his life can’t possibly get any worse — this is the last time he’ll ever pursue a handsome stranger, thank you — Captain Nash comes out onto the balcony with a frown on his face and scans the floor below, looking for his victim. “Who used the q-word?”

Everyone points at him and Ravi considers just transferring, or maybe asking for shifts that always intersect with C-shift instead of A-shift — because he already knew they were weird, but this is more cultish than anything and Ravi’s honestly worried that if he stays here for too long, they’ll recruit him too and because he’s already dropped out of grad school he’ll have no choice but to accept, and then he’ll have to tell his parents that he unwittingly joined a cult, which he’ll know will sound ridiculous but is exactly how this seems to be panning out and—.

But apparently Ravi’s got a guardian angel in the shape of the man leaning against the firetruck, looking just as skeptical and confused as Ravi feels. His eyes flicker to Buckley’s body before he even looks up at Captain Nash and Ravi figures, because it’s only been a day but he’s heard the rumors, that this must be Diaz.

“What am I missing here?” Diaz asks, and the alarm goes. Ravi’s not sure, and he’ll never admit to it, but he thinks that that might be entirely his fault.

Buckley claps him on the shoulder and levels him with a disappointed stare at the same time. And you know what, Ravi’s not quite sure how he got here, but he decides the only dignified thing to do is to shuffle off to the side so that the ladder truck doesn’t run him over and try his best to forget any of this ever happened.

He’d say, for anyone keeping track, that this was probably the last moment any part of his life contained a sense of normalcy.

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justlydiasworld · 3 years ago

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A Second Choice

Pairing: Robin Buckley x F!Reader

Summary: Robin asked you out for Prom and you couldn’t be any happier. As you wait patiently for her to pick you up, it starts to rain. Pouring rain. You thought she would’ve just forgot about you and that was fine, so Steve took you there with his own car. As you got out of the car, you see something or someone in the rain. And you did not like it.

Warning: mega angst, misunderstandings, oblivious robin again, hurt reader, strong emotions and language.

Authors note: I will be making a part two if I get the chance to, please comment if you would like to be tagged on the next part! Also heads up, my inbox and messages are open to anybody and everybody. I take in requests, blurbs,ideas,etc. Anything to please you guys<33

“So would you be my..prom date (y/n)?” Robin said while she plays with the buttons on her Jean jacket,and she was nervous that you might say no so she really doubted it at first.You were pretty sure she rehearsed that line for hours,knowing how Robin usually is.But again you thought it was just a friend way,because she only had eyes for vickie or that’s what you thought. “Yeah definitely!” You gave her a huge smile and Robin just looks at you instead of playing with the buttons.

“Really? Oh my gosh- uh- wow- I didn’t expect you to say yes-“ her hands were all over the place,it was so adorable. You took your textbooks out and closed your locker, you started to chuckle at Robin’s expression. She looked at you again and just couldn’t help but plaster a genuine smile. “I’ll pick you up after school okay?” She said with another smile. “That’s great, I’ll get ready before you get to pick me up then!” You said in response.Robin was so proud of herself and just turned around to head to her class. You could see her wavy dirty blonde hair bounce. She’s so happy that you said yes, it almost melted your heart.

As you were leaving Hawkins high, you walked pass Vickie and Robin talking against a few lockers. They’re laughing and having sweet moments together. And all you could ever do was look from afar. You sigh and held your book bag close,then quickly picked up your pace and left. “Hm,prom date huh? I knew I was nothing compared to vickie. I mean that’s who Robin wanted anyways..” you thought to yourself. Almost wanting to choke by the lie that Robin said.

But in Robin’s point of view. It was different.

“I got my date! I finally asked out (y/n) to prom!” Robin was so pumped up and excited.She wanted to ask you for years,but you always had these other guys that asked you,so she was just bummed.But now everything is different.And vickie was a really supportive friend towards Robin too. “I’m so happy for you Robin!and my boyfriend asked me out too!!” Vickie said while her hands were on her face,just thinking about the jock Dan made her blush .Robin was too focused on what just happened earlier that she forgot that vickie was still there. Not until she realized you walked past them. Robin wanted to say hey,but you walked way too fast for her to even say a thing. So all she was left with were words that never left her lips.

. . .

You paced back and forth inside your room, trying to think about what to wear. But all you were focused on was that memory of Robin talking to Vickie. You bit your bottom lip and just sighed. You were jealous of her, you really were. But you knew that jealousy wasn’t going to take you anywhere in life, so you took a deep breath and looked through your closet.

Now you regret not going to the mall with your mom. You were digging in your closet,trying to find something that would be beautiful on you. As soon as you wanted to give up, you see a bag poke out with a pile of clothes that you just threw. It was a birthday gift, from Robin, she gave this to you two years ago. You opened the bag and saw something you never thought would see. And it even scared you how the timing was absolutely perfect.It was a beautiful long dark red dress,silky smooth and it hugged your body just fine. You chuckled by the thought of Robin just asking every worker,” hi do you know where to find the most-uhm-beautiful-elegant-perhaps red dress?” And ending it off with a weird smile.

You slide on the red dress and looked at yourself in the mirror. You were truly stunning. The dress made your curves look smaller and it just really suits you. You added some final touches with jewelry,rings, and of course makeup. As you were about to leave your room, you forgot one last thing. Your gift for Robin was left on top of your bed, it was a bouquet. Flowers that just reminded you of Robin and her scent. You snatched it off the bed and quickly left.

A couple minutes have been passed by and there was no sign of Robin. Maybe she just forgot about you? Yeah that’s okay. You knew she wouldn’t actually forget about you,that would be hilarious if she did. Right? I mean she was the one who insisted on picking you up after all.You waited another couple of minutes and it starts to rain. Great,this just makes your day even better. You took the flowers and held it close to your chest,you didn’t want it to get soaking wet. I mean it was a gift for Robin after all.

After another couple of minutes, it was pouring outside. You had enough and dialed up Steve. Too angry to dial up Robin instead.

“Hi this is Steve, who is this?”

“Could you please take me to Hawkins high right now?” You mumbled. Not in a good mood at all.

“Yeah sure, I’ll be there in a quick minute.” He said

You said thanks and he ended the call. As soon as Steve parked in front of your yard, you ran inside his car trying to shield your head with your hand. And sadly that didn’t work. You were now soaking wet, and so were the flowers. Today just couldn’t get any worse.

It was a silent drive there, Steve was focused on driving and it seems like he wasn’t going to prom. He was wearing shorts and a regular white t-shirt. You sighed and thought about what happened to both him and Nancy, they were extremely head over heels for each other,just like me and Robin, but in a friend way,yeah,in a friend way.

Being “just friends” just breaks your heart. Because you actually caught feelings for your best friend, but it was never the same. Because it was vickie that she had eyes for. But anyways there’s no way Nancy would dump Steve like that. It just doesn’t add up. You pushed your hair back and took in a large sum of air, everything was such a blur.

Steve parked in-front of Hawkins high and you opened the door. “Hey,have fun okay?” He looked at you, making sure you had the time of your life there. “I will,don’t worry about me Steve.” You smiled back and proceed to leave the car. It was still pouring rain and Steve wanted to hand you an umbrella but he forgot it, he was in a rush to drop you off here so he didn’t know. You said it was fine and proceeded to leave. The rain was clearly not stopping anytime soon so might as well have fun in the rain. You’re already soaking wet. But the dress seems fine. But your makeup says otherwise.

As soon as you closed the door and held the bouquet of flowers on one hand. You saw Robin in a suit and Vickie with a pretty light blue dress, they were just laughing underneath an umbrella. And they were just a couple feet in front of you.You were soaking wet, tears and the water that fell on your face were mixed together. Mascara running down your face, lipstick smudged. How could she forget you? Were you just her second choice?

You stood there for awhile, realizing that you were just another random person to Robin, like a chess piece. Nothing but a toy in her eyes,that’s exactly what you were to her.The cold air seems to thicken around you and you couldn’t hear a thing, or you didn’t want to hear a thing. Vickie’s little laugh and chuckles.It could be heard miles away. I thought this night was for us. Just us. But it seems like Robin has other plans.

Not even a shattered heart and cold air was enough for your body to react. Everything felt numb. All you could feel was the rain hitting roughly against your cold face. Everything else was in slow motion.Robin’s goal was Vickie and only Vickie. You gripped the flowers tightly, making the petals fall off gently. It fell softly on the wet concrete ground. And as soon as it fell-

-Robin turned around and saw you, she was so happy to see you. Her features were so noticeable now, light blue eyes,plumped and soft lips,freckled face,wavy dirty blonde hair,and a beautiful smile to top everything.She was gorgeous,but you couldn’t say that to her.You just couldn’t. Robin wanted to approach you and run into your arms,as much as she was happy to see you,she didn’t want you to get sick in the rain. She had the biggest goofiest smile ever,Until she saw that look on your face, robins face turned into a shocked frown,she could tell you were not happy.

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