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lovebugism · 9 months

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“don’t you dare touch him” eddie x shy!reader

idk i need a situation where reader never really speaks up but she finally does when it comes to eddie because she loves him sm😭

thanks so much for your request! hope you like it!! — the one where eddie melts when his quiet gf sticks up for him in front of jason (shy!reader, fluff, 2.4k)

bug's summer fic fest ♡

The drive from Forest Hills to the arcade is spent with Lucas and Dustin bickering in the backseat and Eddie’s hand on your thigh.

“It’s been two years, and you still can’t beat my high score, Dusty Bun,” the former boy taunts. The nickname spills like venom from his smiling face. “Just give it up, okay? It’s not happening.”

Dustin grins back at him. It’s more so mischievous than it is taunting. His deep blue eyes narrow in a challenging squint. “You are so gonna be eating your words by the end of the night. When we leave, Princess Daphne is gonna be mine, alright? For good.”

Their arguing becomes background noise. With your cheek lolled against the hand you’ve got propped against the window, you’re pulled into the wispy lilac cloud your gaze is so heavily fixated upon. The sky billows lavender against a sea of pink and golden orange — a summer sunset so vivid you can taste it.

The only thing keeping you grounded is Eddie’s palm on your knee, wide and warm and all-consuming. His thumb rubs against your skin so softly you think it must be absentminded. It feels like static shock, anyway. He laughs quietly to himself, and his fingers tremble gently against you. This time they squeeze you with a newfound intention as he brings you back to him.

“What do you think, babe?” Eddie asks, pink mouth spread in a pearly white grin. His chocolate eyes glimmer with the golden hour sun as his gaze flits between yours and the road. “Think Dusty Bun has a chance here?”

You nod, scrunched nose and squinted eyes, silent in your support for the curly-headed boy who’s still yelling over Lucas in the back of the van.

“What about me?” he presses. And because he knows better than to give his quiet girl anything other than a yes or no answer, he follows quickly, “You think today’s the day I finally beat your Space Invaders high score?”

A beat passes. The momentary silence is filled with arguing boys, old tires on older asphalt, and Ozzy Osbourne’s “Crazy Train” spilling softly from the radio. A quiet smile tugs at the corners of your mouth. You purse the mischievous expression to the side as you turn away from him again.

Your non-answer makes him laugh. It sounds exactly like the colors of the sunset.

His beat-up van jerks when he puts it into park. The door on the side squeaks as the kids file out of it. Eddie’s does too, but you can’t hear it over him telling you to “sit tight.”

You wait patiently in the passenger seat like you always do, smiling to yourself as the boy rushes around the hood to open the door for you. The hinges screech in protest. His wild curls billow in the wind as he smiles. “C’mon, sunshine. Our palace awaits.”

The group of you stand beneath the spinning neon sign he parked next to — glowing orange and white beneath a setting sun. Someone calls from across the parking lot, “Well, well, well. Look who it is.”

Your heads snap in the direction of the painfully familiar voice.

Jason and the rest of his abnormally tall goons stand outside the new gym that just opened on the strip. The dark, vacant building wedged between The Palace and Family Video was no longer as scary as it used to be now that it was occupied. You were just hoping it’d be something more exciting. Forcing arcade nerds and gym bros into one spot feels like a crime.

“And they brought little miss wallflower, too,” Jason lilts with his pretty smile and straight teeth. His blonde hair is a darker shade of brown, damp with half-dried sweat. His lean form is unnaturally built underneath his white tank top and basketball shorts.

It isn’t any wonder why he turned out to be such a raging douchebag.

Someone so perfect needed at least one flaw.

“The gang’s all here, huh?” one of his other friends — Andy, you think — concurs from behind him, always in the boy’s shadow.

“Like what you see, fellas?” Eddie calls out from across the slab of pavement separating the group of you. He’ll never turn down an opportunity to take the piss out of the so-called jocks, all muscle and no brain.

“What do we do when those assholes give us hell?” he’d often ask when you’ve had a particularly shitty day with them. “We give ‘em hell right back.”

Jason’s thin lips curl into a more mischievous smirk. His blue eyes are lighter in the golden sunlight, and they twinkle beneath the neon signs as he looks you up and down. “Yeah, actually,” he hums with his unabashed ogling. “I do.”

Mike’s lanky legs sidestep to stand ahead of you. He does it so swiftly, so instinctually, you don’t think he even really meant to do it. Despite the raven-haired boy halfway covering you, you cross your arms over your torso in a further attempt to keep yourself hidden.

You feel so suddenly exposed in your frilly floral sundress — especially considering the only thing you wear to school is baggy jeans and baggier sweaters. You feel like you might as well be naked standing in front of them just now.

The younger boys stand on high alert as Eddie walks the short distance to Jason. The brief journey is made quicker when the blonde boy strides to meet him halfway. It’s a high school sort of standoff — neither particularly wanting to get physical because the real-life repercussions aren’t worth it. They just want to see who can piss each other off the most.

“She is pretty, isn’t she?” Eddie concedes with a grin, flashing you a brief glance over his shoulder. He turns away quickly at the sight of your wide, pleading eyes. He scrunches his nose in feigned sympathy. “I bet you’re real jealous, huh? Especially now that you’ve got nothing but your right hand keeping you company ever since Chrissy dumped your ass.”

“Watch it,” Jason warns through gritted teeth.

“I think I saw her riding around last week with Harrington, actually.”

The blonde boy’s sneakers scuff against the concrete as he takes a daring step closer. His piercing stare never wavers. “Don’t talk about Chrissy.”

“Don’t talk about my girl, and I won’t talk about yours,” Eddie retorts in lilt. And then, because he can’t help but twist the knife, he tilts his head to his shoulder and continues. “Well, I guess she’s not really yours anymore, is she?”

“I said don’t talk about Chrissy!” Jason repeats, louder than before, when he lets his anger get the best of him. One hand shoots up to shove at Eddie’s chest, using only enough force to make the boy stumble slightly back.

While Dustin, Lucas, and Mike gear up for a fight, Eddie only laughs in response — big, boisterous, and boyish.

You don’t even realize you’re stepping in front of the group until you’re already doing it. The words seem to fly from your mouth without you even thinking about them. “Don’t touch him!” you shout.

And even though it wasn’t particularly loud, it quiets in the mindless bickering all at once. Everyone turns to gape at you — Jason, Andy, Dustin, Eddie. Everyone is equally surprised by your outburst. Because you don’t speak. Ever. At least, not if you can help it.

And it’s not because you don’t have anything to say, because you do. It’s just that your brain works too much, and your mouth can’t keep up with it sometimes. It’s easier just to be silent.

That’s what you’ve been known for ever since you were little. You went through all of it — the bullying, the sad eyes, the talks with teachers, the ‘is everything alright at home’s. Everything was fine, for the most part. Your childhood was equally as middling as everyone else’s. You just had a harder time being human than most people.

Jason smiles again, amused by your warning. “What was that, sweetheart?”

You swallow through a tightening throat. Your sweaty hands clench into balls at your sides. The words come out quieter than before, but no less meaningful. “I said… Don’t touch him.”

“Oh, so she does speak. Here I thought no one ever taught you how to,” the blonde boy laughs. You feel disgusting when his attention settles solely upon you. The lingering sick feeling is eclipsed by your gratitude that Eddie’s no longer in his line of fire. “I’m gonna be honest… I thought you were cuter when you were quiet.”

You don’t know what he means by that. You can’t tell if he’s being genuine, or if he thinks you care enough about what he thinks to slink back into your shell.

“Leave Eddie alone,” you retort drily.

He snorts. “Yeah? Or what?”

There’s a thousand words you want to say. You open your mouth to spit all of them at the boy across from you, but nothing comes out.

“Yeah,” Jason laughs at your silence. “That’s what I thought.”

You stand your ground when he walks towards you. His strides are slow and menacing, like he’s expecting you to back away. You might’ve if you were anywhere else — if Eddie wasn’t a couple feet away and the rest of your friends weren’t crowding behind you. You’re made somehow braver by their presence.

“This is a really cute dress, though, sweetheart,” the blonde boy compliments with a thin smirk. “You should dress like this more often. You know what? You’d really fit in at the strip club downtown— what’s it called?”

“Pink Paradise,” Andy answers without missing a beat.

Jason smacks his lips against his teeth. “That’s the one.”

“Is that the one your mom works at?” you wonder with your arms crossed over your chest. Your head tilts to your shoulder as you squint at him. “Is she still giving those two-for-one discounts?”

Jason’s confidence stutters at your biting reply — even more so by the choked-back laughter accompanying it. Your boys don’t bother to hide their humored giggles, though the basketball team covers theirs by coughing into their fists.

“Ooh. I didn’t know you had such a much on you,” the blonde lilts as his blue eyes narrow. “I’m like… fifty percent more attracted to you now.”

“Leave Eddie alone,” you deadpan once more. “And go be a douchebag somewhere else.”

One of his friends breaks free from the pack. He’s tall, thin, and toned. He’s got the same haircut as Lucas: compact curls, squared off on the sides. You know him — Patrick McKinney. He’s the only one of Jason’s friends that was actually nice to you. Or, at the very least, he wasn’t a total asshole.

“Let’s go, man,” the boy ushers, nudging at Jason’s bicep. “Let’s go shoot some hoops or something. This isn’t worth it.”

You scoff out a laugh. “Oh, please— the only shooting Jason Carver does is into a kleenex. It’s why you were benched all last season.”

“I twisted my ankle!” the blonde boy defends, sounding weak and pathetic beneath the chorus of laughter as Patrick drags him away.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” you mutter, perhaps too quiet for him to hear, as Lucas pulls at your forearm to guide you in the other direction. His touch is still gentle — it would be uncharacteristic of him to be rough with you. It would also be a terrible idea with Eddie just a few paces behind the both of you.

The walk to The Palace is a silent one. There’s too much to say, and everyone’s just a little too amazed to say it. Eddie, however, never had a hard time killing a quiet. He rushes on long legs to match your quick strides, reaching you rather easily.

“Hey, hey, hey— you okay, babe?” the worried boy wonders. He takes a gentle hold of your wrists when you reach the awning beneath the arcade. His chocolate gaze flits attentively over your form, nowhere near as leering as Jason had been.

He can tell by your heaving chest and glassy eyes that you’re a little overwhelmed. When he takes your face in his hands, he finds that your cheeks are burning, too.

You nod into his warm palms in silent reply, back in the comfort of your shell all over again.

“What’d you do that for, huh?” Eddie singsongs with a quiet laugh. His thumb dances over your cheekbones as he grins at you. “You know I don’t like you getting involved with those assholes.”

“They don’t get to talk to you like that… Or put their hands on you,” you mutter. Despite your soft tone, Eddie can see the fury flashing in your eyes, getting angry about it all over again.

His smile widens — proud and hopelessly in love with you. “No. They don’t. Especially not with my girl around, huh?”

“Nope,” you murmur, popping the p. A sheepish grin pulls at your mouth, equally as proud and in love.

Eddie leans down to kiss you, guiding your mouth to his with the hands cupping your jaw. It’s innocuously chaste, being that you’re still standing in a public parking lot. You could never quite stomach the attention of PDA, anyway. His pink lips lock with yours in a fleeting peck, and his arms wrap around you a second later.

He smothers you into his chest, and you revel in every second of it. He smells like cigarette smoke and the cologne he tried to cover it up with. He smells like a home you could live in forever.

You smile into the thrifted Blondie tee you got him — which he happily accepted because he loves you (even though he hates Blondie). He presses a kiss into your hair and smushes his nose into the crown of it as he laughs.

“‘Is that the one your mom works at?’” Eddie repeats with a soft chuckle, chest swelling with pride once more. “God, babe. That’s good.”

“Shut up…” you murmur.

“I’m serious! I didn’t know you were such a good smack-talker! I think you might be a genius, actually.”

“Don’t,” you grouse with a lighthearted scowl. You pull away from him only slightly — enough for him to put your face back in his hands again. You feel safest there, even if you are pouting up at him.

“You’re so cute,” the boy muses with a beam. His eyes glimmer like a sea of chocolate syrup, melting with all the love he has for you. “You’re like a cinnamon roll. A cinnamon roll that could bite people.”

“That’s exactly what I am,” you monotone and try your best not to smile.

Eddie couldn’t hide his grin if he tried. “And that’s exactly why I love you.”

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naomiarai · 3 months

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lucky charm? — cyj.

summary : give your boyfriend another reason to win won't you?

genre : smut, fluff

wc : 2.2k

pairing : basketball player!yeonjun × afab! reader, established relationship

warnings : dom!jjun, sub!reader, kind of wall fucking?, creampie, ass slapping, praise, oral (m.rec), pet names (angel, pretty, princess), kind of exhibitionism

disclaimer : idk how i feel abt it

the fogg in the air moves to disappear as the you make the outline of your star player, his coloured hair so easily spottable. your eyes meet his fox ones as you wave with a big smile, clearly excited to see him.

yeonjun jogs up to you, removing his jacket in the process and draping it over your shoulders.

“i told you i’d pick you up, princess, it's freezing outside” he says with a slight frown.

you simply giggle at his gesture, taking a good look at his face. he seems to have caught you staring as he brings his face close to yours, placing a kiss on the tip of your nose.

“did practice go well?” you ask as you wrap your hands around his torso, pulling him closer.

“it was going well, until it started raining” he says with a chuckle, looking at you with endearing eyes.

the boys have been practicing endlessly; the semi-finals for the match was on the upcoming weekend, a perfect day for you since you had all the time in the world to watch them play. either way, if yeonjun feels like he accomplished something after a match, you feel like you accomplished something too.

you're his lucky charm as he says, whether it's a peck on the cheek or a really tight hug before a match, you're his complete motivation. “do you think i could steal you for a bit?” you ask hopefully.

he looks at you with a suspicious grin, tilting his head to the side, “i suppose..” he says and you visibly lighten up, but he starts again, “if i get a kiss?” he asks squinting his eyes.

you mirror the same expression, staring for a good minute before crashing your lips into his abruptly. he pulls you closer, leaning down to kiss you deeper before you pull away, “satiated enough? i wanna show you something” you say as you lace your fingers with his, dragging him out of the court.

“where are we going?” he asks abruptly as you run along with him, “my apartment, i wanna show you something plus we can stay there for tonight?” you say and look back for a moment to see if he'd agree, yeonjun simply smiles with a nod. reaching the entrance of your building, both of you slow down, going in to take the elevator.

it's empty, leaving you both to practically do whatever you wanted. you live pretty high up, it was always annoying to take the elevator that high with a bunch of people in it. but this time you have your dear boyfriend snd his antics of course.

you simply stare the mirror like ceiling, purposely not paying any attention to the very obviously staring at you yeonjun, smiling to yourself. he seems to notice it, his hands go to your jaw, about to turn it to kiss you, just when the doors open. you walk off with a proud scoff, trying to hold yourself from laughing.

you hear him laugh from irritatedly behind you, catching up to you before he stops you with a hand on your waist. “did you really try to run away?” he says with faux anger, before placing the much awaited kiss on your lips.

you chuckle as you push in the keys to your apartment, a creaking noise emitting as you push it open. it's been a while since yeonjun's been in your place since you're usually at his. he stares at certain things a little longer, taking in what he hasn't in a long time. “give me a minute jjun, i'll be right back” you say as you disappear inside your room.

∆∆∆—

you reappear as you carry a box in your hands, wrapped in red foil wrap as you walk your way to his figure on the couch, taking a seat beside him. he looks at you with wide eyes and a surprised expression on his face clearly not expecting it. before he could say anything, you speak up, “look, i know it's not really a gift for you, but it is something you've been wanting for me” you say with a pause in-between.

he eyes go up to the side for a moment, thinking all the possibilities on what it could be before he gives up. “you really didn't have to get anything in the first place, but seriously ____, thank you” he says genuinely

you watch with anticipation as he unravels the ribbon on top, nails clawing into the edge of the lid to pry it open. his eyes land on the bright jersey, embedded with his name and the number 13. you almost immediately see his lips curl up into his signature grin, throwing his head back with pure laughter.

“holy shit!, that looks amazing” he squeals with joy holding stretched out in the air, as you stare at him delightfully, this was probably the most memorable thing you thought of. “gon' go try it on for me?” he asks you, still staring at it.

“let me surprise you”, you say, “i’ll wear it on the day of the competition?”. his eyes finally look back at yours, smiling at the suggestion, it’d be a lovely surprise.

you watch him carefully fold it and put it back inside, fixing on the lid before placing it next to him.

it’s d-day, the sun seems to cover the whole court in its golden rays, you still haven't seen yeonjun yet, he’s probably getting ready in the locker room.

you smoothen out the jersey, it fit you perfectly, and you just know he would too. the boys had about an hour before their match, they've been practicing steadily the last few days, you're sure they'll do well.

you decide not to waste any of the time you had left to see him, quickly sprinting to the locker room.

you enter slowly, eyes landing on yeonjun; the only one in the room. you don't question where the others ran off to, simply tip toeing your way towards him, in order to wrap your hands around him.

the closer you got to him, you realized he was checking his phone, his thumb about to hit the call button on your number. seeing this, you immediately wrap your arms around his waist, very obviously startling him.

“oh what the— oh my god!” he says as he takes a look at the your figure behind him, letting out a blissful giggle at your attire. your eyes sink into crescent moons, a silent smile plastered on your face, opening your mouth to ask, “do you like it? does it look good?” you say as you look down at yourself again. “you look good, so fucking good” he replies back almost instantly; you could tell the way his voice got a little hazy at the end. you were definitely doing something to him.

you wrap your arms around his neck, inching closer. yeonjun looks at you intently, his lips are curled into the prettiest grin you've seen and it makes you giggle at him. you go up to kiss him, lips melting into each other as he tightens his grip on your lower back. he propels his tongue inside your mouth, fostering a whine from you.

you pull back to catch your breath, but from his expression he clearly doesn't want that. “jjun- you have less than an hour left, keep it in your pants” you say half earnestly. he tilts his head to the side, tongue poking the inside of his cheek, “what? you think i can’t make you cum in less than an hour? i can double that” he says confidently.

you don't doubt his words, you gravely don't. you're simply making excuses that even you don't want, to keep you guys away from latently getting caught fucking before his game. but yeonjun has always had his way, if he wants it, he'll get.

“yeonjun.. what if someone walks in or..comes looking for you?” you say pleadingly, you're playing good girl right now, but you're so fucking wet. he gives you a kiss on your neck, “i’ll lock the door, who would come looking for me right now? no one has a reason to, and i can tell you're wet, baby” he says his voice deeper.

oh god, you really shouldn't, but it'll be quick right? its not like anyone would walk in without knocking anyways—, fuck it.

you don't say another word, turning your back on him to lock the door shut before coming back to slam your lips against his, you feel him smile into it. yeonjun loves it when you're just as eager as he is during sex, he finds it hot. his hands down to your thighs to hoist you up onto the bench, followed by spreading your legs to stand in-between them.

“you look so fucking good in this” he mumbles at your lips as your hands go down to pull his shorts down, rubbing his dick with the palm of your hand. he hisses at it, whispering a “fuck” to himself. “wan’ suck your cock, please-” you say breathily, a tone of pure begging in your words. and that works for yeonjun, he looks at you proudly, fucking yes, he'll give you his cock.

he drags out a chair as you quickly pull his shorts and boxers down to his knees, veiny cock in the open. if you weren't wet before, you were soaked now. getting on your knees, you grab at the base of his cock, giving kitten licks at his red tip. “don't fucking tease and get to it” he commands as you proceed to take half of it inside your mouth, sucking endlessly. one of the reasons you love sucking yeonjun off are the pornographic moans and whimpers he lets out, it just makes you want to do it more.

you circle your tongue around his base, your fingertips slightly squeezing it. “god, good girl— good fucking girl” he groans out, you feel him twitch inside your mouth and before you know it, his white seed fills up your mouth. he doesn't say anything but you're clearly expected to do something. you swallow every last drop, you've gone this too many times to not follow up with it.

yeonjun grabs your chin, kissing you passionately as he gets you to stand up and pushing your front towards the wall. he lifts up your jersey, staring with awe at how wet you were, “you're so wet angel, all for me? got you so worked up huh?” he says, giving your ass a slap.

“please— please fuck me, 'm so wet for you, need your cock” you babble, too horny for your own good as it is. he pulls your drenched lace panties to the side, cunt glistening in slick as he runs his calloused fingers over it, earning a whiny moan from you. you let out a sigh as he rubs his tip against your folds, smothering it in stickyness as he pushes it inside abruptly. your breath hitches, voice caught in your throat as you process the movement of his cock inside of you.

“ah..ah! faster! hnng-” you groan as your finger nails claw at the wall infront of you, thighs shaking as he picks up his speed. the room fills up with the lewd and wet noises of skin slapping against skin, your mind completely hazy. “you feels so good, so tight, shit-” he whines, slamming his hips harder against yours.

you feel the knot inside your stomach tighten, getting so, so close to bursting, just when you hear beomgyu's voice outside knocking on the door, hyung? are you inside? . your body halts for a moment, panic settling into your senses as you crane your neck to look at yeonjun with wide eyes. he looks completely calm, slowing down to answer beomgyu, “i’ll be out in a bit, go ahead” he says.

it seems to have him leave as yeonjun picks up his pace again, “look at you, clenching so hard, fuck did that turn you on?, you wished he walked in on us didn't you? dirty girl” he says with a smirk. you don't reply, the coil inside your stomach building up again, this time, seconds away from snapping. “wanna cum!– please, hah gonna cum-” you say, tears pricing at your eyes.

“yeah? fuck– gonna cum for me? do it, i'll fill you up” he says bending over to whisper inside your ear, kissing your earlobe. and that does it for you,; your vision goes into a blanket of white as you feel yeonjun pant behind you, his cum filling you up. after a couple minutes, he pulls out, grabbing a wet towel to clean you up, “i think i'll have to go now baby, you'll get back safely won't you?” he asks you solemnly.

“mhm, i'll be fine jjun, go ahead” you assure him as he heads out for the match.

of course the boys won; they played incredibly, you watch with a genuine smile as they come together for a hug. you meet him after, running up to him to give him a tight hug, congratualting him immensely. “you did so well! good job” you say as he simply smiles at you,

“so what about a celebratory fuck?” he says grinning.

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spookykoolkat · 2 months

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hihi! i have a request I'm not sure if you're still taking them ♡

but if you are there's a smut thought that's lived rent free in my brain since season 4 came out. which is Eddie with cheerleader!reader. like imagine "publicly " being with Jason because you're both extremely popular and you're the cheer captain, but you're secretly with Eddie. this feeds Eddie's ego massively and he lives of the fact that he's fucking you and not Jason.

are you really his girlfriend?

eddie munson request :p

warnings: 18+ ONLY, smut, piv, dirty talk, eddie being possessive, infidelity(cheating), talks of breeding, jealousy

a/n : i've been MIA forEVERRR and probably will continue to be MIA as well! i've been feeling off about writing for stranger things given the fact that there are three raging ZIONISTS on that show, and i'll no longer be watching stranger things. i encourage you all to do the same! once more, it will always be FREE FREE PALESTINE! 🇵🇸 this is the first fic/request i've done since october so idk how often i'll do this. hopefully this was to your expectations though!!!

•••

"WHAT WAS THAT, 'm what?" eddie grunted as the grip on your calves grew tighter, forcing your legs to press against your chest as far as they could go.

you knew what he wanted to hear. he wanted to hear that he was yours. after a year of dating your infamous boyfriend jason, someone else caught your eye as you stood in front of the bleachers with blue and orange colored pom-poms in your hands.

jason was the jock — basketball, football, soccer — you name it. he had a full ride for football and basketball, and after a long consideration without consolation from you, he chose football.

you were already on the cheerleading team, jason just felt like it was an even better image for himself. though, you didn't take college as serious as he did. your reputation here wasn't going to matter in a few years, and after sneaking around behind jason's back, you figured you couldn't really care anymore.

this image of being the university sweetheart while jason is the strong, protective popular boyfriend everyone wanted was definitely overwhelming. maybe that's why you crawled under eddie the second you could.

"you're mine, eddie, you're mine, i promise," you cried, trying to move your hips to let his cock slide into your dripping hole, but he just held you there. knees to your chest, breasts pushed together, your stomach squished, beads of salty sweat running down your hairline.

"mm, honey, tell me you're mine. tell daddy what he wants to hear," he grinned, eyes focused on the way your cunt pushes together when he moved your legs together and apart, the way your pussy lips were shining in slick. he couldn't believe you were with an asshole like jason.

eddie was slowly inching his painfully hard tip in between the fat of your lips, feeling the way your hole clenched and pulsed to allow him inside.

"i'm yours, i'm all yours, just you eddie, only you," you cried. you knew it was true. though you were with jason, that didn't mean you were with jason.

eddie tsked, and grabbed his cock, letting his sopping tip slap against your thick mound. eddie's favorite thing to do was make you beg, make you want him just as much as he wanted you.

"what would jason think, pretty girl? his girl, his college sweetheart, being treated like a fucking whore by uni's freak?" he asked sternly, tapping his cock on your mound to make a wet slapping noise, one that sent throbbing to your cunt.

he let you plant your feet on either side of his thighs, just so he can watch you squirm and thrash for him as he used your favorite thing to tease you.

"what would your cheer team think, baby? i don't know, i think if they saw how fucking sexy you look begging for my dick they'd understand where i'm coming from," he smiled to himself, spitting on your cunt and letting his fingers find their way in between your lips and rubbing at your clit.

it was too much. it was always too much with eddie. and it was always never enough with jason.

"i don't care, i don't care i just need it, need you please," you whined, squirming on his bed that's on the other side of the dorm room.

the thing is, the bed on the other side of the dorm room belonged to jason. of course this would be your luck. but you didn't care, and neither did eddie. in fact, seeing jason's unmade bed only spurred him on to fuck you even harder. to be buried inside of you with no interest of ever slipping out, in the same room your boyfriend sleeps in.

it was hard at first, having the same eight o clock class and always seeing each other as you went for coffee and he went for the food. or so he said. he'd never tell you he only went for you because the food was ass.

it was a party when it finally happened. after months of teasing and flirting and somehow mentioning being sexually deprived.

"you know he's my roommate right?" eddie asked as you grabbed yourself a solo cup and some tequila. you weren't a drinker, but tonight you were.

especially when jason immediately ditched you once you arrived at the frat house, losing sight of him almost instantly.

"oh, i didn't know that. funny. he doesn't really like you." you deadpanned and leaned against the counter. eddie was a decent body language expert.

"that's alright," he laughed and stepped closer, "i don't need him to like me when his girl likes me."

you blush, shaking your head and hiding your smile behind the cup. "why do you say that?"

"i just know. i also just know when boyfriends aren't treating their girlfriends right. is he not treating you right?" he breathed, close enough now to feel his breath on your neck.

"jason doesn't know how to make me cum." you admit, gulping down the tequila and cringing at the taste.

"he's never made you cum? ever?" his own shock surprised him. you didn't fail to acknowledge the way his breath hit your neck as he stepped closer to you, eddie not minding the people flowing in and out of the kitchen.

"he's not particularly fond of the way i look." you sigh, sipping on the solo cup not noticing the fact that he's now close enough to be face to face with his chest. "says he doesn't know how i made the cheer team being a size 3x."

eddie didn't have shame, it was you that did.

"he said that to you?" eddie never felt rage like this before. never felt the need to find jason and bash his head into the brick wall, even though eddie's not sure how that fight would end.

"eddie," you warned, tilting your head towards him and realizing he was face to face with you, eyes blacked and lips parted as he scans your face.

"you don't have to put up with him you know that right? fucking asshole doesn't even know how to make a pretty gjrl like you cum," something in him breaks when he realizes, so he leans closer to your ear and lets his hand rest on the meat of your hip, "you want me to be the first man to make you cum on his fingers?"

eddie found over the months that his favorite thing to do besides get high, was watching you thrash and beg him to fuck you. he never thought he'd get you in this way, to be able to have you and have all of you.

because of jason, the insecurities you had of being a bigger girl nearly killed you. it made being with eddie a lot harder than it should've been, but eddie was patient. he knew how to talk to you, how to please you, how to make you feel good.

he watched you underneath him, squirm with tears in your eyes and spilling over, rutting your hips against his bare cock for any friction.

"you're so fucking needy baby, you need me to give it to you? fill this pretty fuckin' tummy with my cock? i'd give you fucking anything, anything baby, i just need you to tell me," his voice was scratchy from a blunt before this, his hands on either side of your head and looking between your two bodies to see the way your cunt looked for him.

"eddie please, please fuck me!" you yelled, not realizing the doors of these dorms were practically paper thin.

it only made eddie throb. something possessive, damn near animalistic came out of him as he realized he was the one pumping inside of you every other day — not jason.

the freak, the outcast, the loser was filling the jock's girlfriend up every weekend after cheer practice. he waits for you at the gate of the stadium field, cigarette between his lips as people give him odd stares.

"baby's gettin' loud huh? you don't even care if jason walked in right now do ya? heard you scream my name and saw this cunt dripping for me?"

eddie pulled his hips back, sliding out of you enough where your slick pours out of your hole, his tip still nestled between the fat of your cunt. he looks between your two bodies, rubbing over your bloated tummy and moving his fingers to ghost circles on your clit.

"this'll be the best fuckin' dick you've ever had baby, jason can't fuck this tight little cunt like me can he? you know you belong to me, tell me this pussy is mine baby," your eyes were hazy, hard to keep open as he applied more and more pressure with every circle on your clit. "what?" you gasped.

"you heard me," he chuckled breathlessly, "tell me you're mine, this pussy is mine baby, you know it, i know it,"

he slams his hips into you, causing you to cry out a strangled moan and wrap your arms around eddie's neck. you managed to slip your hand and ravel it into his curly locks, grasping at the nape of his neck.

"you know what i want, honey baby?" he asks smoothly, slowing his thrusts down and angling your hips up to slide deeper.

your mouth is hung open, eyes rolling back and trying to grasp on your reality. eddie.

"w-what? what eddie?" you moaned, opening your legs wider subconsciously.

he kisses the chub of your cheeks, over your nose and down your neck until he has a handful of your boobs. he rolls your nipple between his two fingers, and attaching his mouth onto the fat of your skin to make bruises.

"i want you to cum all on my cock, okay? and then i wanna fill you up with my nut, have this perfect fucking pussy filled to the fucking brim," he grunts, sitting up on his knees as he grabs onto your calfs and perch them on his shoulders.

your knees press into your chest as he looks down at the fat lips of your cunt pushing together and shining from your slick, watching how your lips suck him in like nothing.

"then i want you to waltz your pretty fucking body to go find jason and break up with him," your eyes widen as you feel the breath get knocked out of you, and eddie smiles and presses down on your throat with his fingers, "want you to tell him it's over with my cum dripping out of this little hole, yeah?"

"such a pretty little fucking slut for me, only me right? nobody else can take care of you like me, baby, you know daddy will always make you feel good." he grunted, feeling his balls tighten as your walls flutter around him and squeeze like a vice.

"so break up with jason, baby, matter of fact i want you to tell him how good daddy fucks you, tell him that nobody fucks you better than me."

#plus size smut #smut #chubby smut #chubby #plus size reader #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x plus size reader #smut stories #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie st4 #eddie x plus size #stranger things s4 #stranger things #eddie smut

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steddieas-shegoes · 11 months

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Request: Steve has a few younger siblings. He is very protective over them (2 brothers & 1 baby sister) his family is very close. But the party meeting his siblings in the hospital post spring break from hell, Steve's little sister screams tearfully until she is put beside her older brother who is in hospital due to severe injuries. His younger brothers (8yrs old & 5 yrs old) demand for their big brother to be left alone by these strangers. The party demanded to know why he kept his siblings from them???? Also Steve just being loved on by his parents & his siblings and of the party.

DARLING IDK HOW YOU COME UP WITH THIS STUFF BUT THANK GOD YA DO!!! Steve having siblings and good parents and STILL choosing to be the best damn babysitter is kind of giving me LIFE. I am forever here for giving Steve all the love he deserves. A little backstory for this in my brain: Steve's parents got married right out of high school at their own parents' insistence, and they loved each other, but wanted to go to college first. Anne got pregnant during their honeymoon and had to put college on hold. The reason there's such a big age gap between Steve and his siblings is because she finished college, started working as a lawyer, and then went into business with Richard. Once they were comfortable in that for a couple years, they decided to have more kids. We love responsible decisions!!! - Mickala ❤️

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Steve spent 12 hours unconscious, which would be more alarming if he hadn’t had worse before. At least this time he was in a hospital for it.

Or maybe that was worse.

His mom was by his side the moment he woke up, along with a pacing Dustin and half-asleep Robin.

“Mom? Where’s Dad?”

“Oh, honey!” Anne Harrington was a strong woman, a lawyer who didn’t take shit from anyone, only cried when Steve won his basketball championship and graduated high school. But here she was, sobbing against his hand tightly grasped in her own. “He’s with your brothers and sister. I didn’t want them to see you like this, honey. You almost died!”

Maybe that was true. He certainly felt like he almost died.

He felt Robin and Dustin staring at them, realized what his mom had said.

“Brothers?” Dustin asked, barely more than a whisper, from the foot of the hospital bed.

“Sister?” Robin asked, a yawn breaking out before she even finished asking.

There was a commotion outside the door, he could hear his father’s voice trying to stay calm as he spoke, but knew he was frustrated.

Then he heard a loud cry and his heart broke.

“Was that Bethany?” Steve croaked, his eyes watering at the wails his three year old sister was letting out.

Anne looked at the mostly closed door, nodding as she turned back to Steve in the bed.

“They’ve been begging to see you since this morning. They wouldn’t stop begging to come, so your dad compromised and said they could sit in the waiting room until you woke up, but they’ve been sitting there for two hours. You know how they get.”

He did. He knew that any compromise they’d agreed to was going to work to their benefit in the end because they were all much too clever for their ages.

Suddenly, the door shot open and his eight year old brother, James, stood there with wide eyes. His five year old brother, Ryan, stood behind him, bouncing on his feet so he could try to see.

His father appeared behind them, holding Bethany in his arms, and looking like he wished he could be anywhere else.

But that look disappeared when he saw that Steve was awake.

“I’m so glad you’re okay, son,” he said, a choked noise making its way from his throat like he would have sobbed if the kids weren’t there.

He could feel the confusion coming from Robin and Dustin, but now wasn’t the time to explain any of it.

“Hey kiddos. You guys okay?” Steve rasped out, giving a small smile to all his siblings.

James and Ryan ran to his bed, climbing onto it carefully when Anne snapped her fingers at them and told them to go slow so they didn’t hurt their brother.

“Down, daddy! Wanna see Steve!” Bethany was kicking her legs and trying to push away from Richard, who sighed and let her down.

She ran to the bed, ignored the warning to go slow, and piled into Steve’s lap.

It hurt, but she was so small, and Steve could deal with some discomfort if it meant she could see he was okay.

“Steve, you have boo-boos!”

He patted her always messy hair, and gave her the best smile he could muster.

“Just a few. I’m gonna get all better soon, though. The doctors just had to put some bandaids on them.”

“Are they Barbie bandaids?”

“Of course they aren’t, Bethany. They’re big and have to be wrapped,” James said.

Steve gripped James’ hand in his.

James was going through a phase of wanting to seem older than he was, which was normal, but he took a lot of it out on Bethany. Bethany could certainly hold her own, and often did, but they were all emotional and under a lot of stress at this moment, so Steve stepped in.

“Buddy, let’s just take it easy today, okay? It’s okay to be scared, but so is Bethany and she’s little, so we have to be patient. Like we talked about, remember?”

“What is happening right now?” Dustin asked, still standing awkwardly at the end of his bed.

“Um. Dustin, Robin, this is Bethany, James is to my left, and Ryan is to my right. These are my brothers and sister.”

“You have siblings.”

It wasn’t a question, but Steve could hear the disbelief in Dustin’s tone.

“I do.”

“You never mentioned them?” Robin asked as she looked at where Richard and Anne were now whispering in the corner of the room.

“It just never really came up?”

“Uh. Okay.”

“Who are these people?” Ryan asked as he turned his face into Steve’s arm, always more shy than his other siblings.

“That’s my best friend, Robin, and Dustin. I used to babysit him and now he’s like another brother.”

“But we’re your brothers,” James said, crossing his arms against his chest.

“Of course. But there’s plenty of room to have Dustin around, too. He’s awesome. He can teach you D&D!”

Bethany was curling up against his chest, at least being more careful now that she’d seen his injuries up close. Ryan was shuffling closer to his side, burying his head under his arm like he did on their family movie nights when he was getting tired but didn’t want anyone to know. James was still tense, jealous.

“Did he teach you D&D?”

“Nah. I told you it’s too complicated for me.”

“Did I hear someone say D&D?” Eddie peeked his head through the door, grin lighting up the room.

“Eddie!” Dustin exclaimed.

“Looks like Steve’s got a whole party in here! Are we playing or what?”

Eddie walked into the room completely, smiling until he realized that Steve’s parents were here.

They got together during chaos; they didn’t have time to talk about logistics, about what Steve’s parents knew about him, if they would even be okay with him.

He’d briefly mentioned his siblings to Eddie when they were getting weapons ready, but didn’t talk much about anything else.

“Eds, these are my parents, Richard and Anne,” Steve introduced them, winking at his mom when she gave him a questioning look.

He’d been out to his parents for months, accidentally letting slip that he’d gone on a date with a guy on their Christmas vacation. They took it well overall, the shock making it seem like they were upset, but they were just confused about why he’d only ever brought home girls.

“Mom, Dad, this is my boyfriend, Eddie.”

Eddie’s eyes practically bulged out of his head when he realized what Steve was doing.

“Ew, a boyfriend?” James, already back to his previous attitude, curled his lip up in disgust.

He looked so like Steve sometimes, it was alarming. If they were out running errands together, people often assumed he was his son.

“James! Watch your tone!” Anne said as she reached out a hand to shake Eddie’s. “It’s lovely to meet you, Eddie. I assume you’re the one who helped carry Steve to safety?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“So polite. Who would’ve thought Steve found someone so nice?” Richard said with a smirk and a wink at Steve.

“Are you in love?” Bethany asked as she watched Eddie from her spot against Steve’s chest.

Steve could feel his face heat up, watched as Eddie’s face went red and he looked down at the floor.

“We care about each other a lot, B,” Steve replied, hoping she would drop it.

“But he saved you! Like a princess!”

Eddie let out a small laugh as he got closer to the bed and sat down on the edge.

“Well, you look like a princess, too. What’s your name?” He asked, glancing up at Steve for a moment to make sure it was okay he sat there. Steve nodded once.

“Beffany.”

“Princess Bethany? Of Loch Nora?”

Bethany looked at Anne to confirm, nodding as soon as her mom gave her a thumbs up.

Eddie stood back up, bowed, and then sat down again.

“It’s an honor to be in your presence, your highness.”

“Are you a knight?” she asked as she scooted away from Steve’s chest and off his lap, climbing her way into Eddie’s.

Ryan was even pulling away slightly to watch what was going on.

“I wish! I haven’t been through all of my training yet. Maybe you could help me?”

“What kinda trainin’?” Bethany started playing with his hair, but Eddie didn’t stop her, wanted her to feel comfortable while Steve recovered.

“I need to learn my royal etiquette. Do you think you can show me?”

“Yes! We have lessons!”

“Great!” Eddie beamed at her. “Maybe you can give me lessons when your brother goes home?”

“Mommy! Can Eddie come play?”

“Of course. But not today. Steve has to keep resting here for a couple days and I think Eddie probably wants to be here for him.”

“Okay. I stay too?”

“No, baby. We have to let Steve rest some more. We can come back to visit tomorrow.”

Steve felt Ryan and James cling to his arms when they realized that meant they were all leaving.

“But Robin and Dustin are staying!” James was jealous. He loved spending time with Steve, thrived on being considered “mature” enough to run errands with him when their parents were busy, helping him with chores because he was the only one big enough.

Dustin was a threat to his time with Steve, even at eight he could tell.

“Actually, I passed Dustin’s mom on the way here and she was coming to get him soon to go home. He hurt his ankle and shouldn’t even be walking around right now,” Eddie said, eyes squinting in Dustin’s direction like they’d already discussed this once.

“And I have to get home to my parents so they don’t worry. Maybe you can walk me to the bus stop and keep me safe?” Robin asked, somewhat awkwardly.

She didn’t know how to talk to kids, but it was a valiant attempt.

And it seemed to work.

James perked up at the thought of helping in a big kid way.

“Oh, darling, we can drop you off at your house on our way home,” Anne said. “I’ll take you and James can walk with us so we aren’t alone. Right, James?”

James nodded vigorously.

“I’ll protect you. And then we can come back tomorrow to see if Steve’s better.”

Steve leaned down and kissed the top of Ryan’s head, smiling when he realized he fell asleep at some point during the conversation.

“He barely slept last night. I’ll carry him. Hopefully now that he’s seen you’re alive and okay he can rest,” Richard said with a sad smile.

“If you bring them all tomorrow morning, I can help them make character sheets for D&D,” Eddie suggested.

“Yes! Please, dad! Can we?” James bounced in the bed, jostling everyone a bit.

Steve hissed in pain, but tried to cover it with a smile when James looked at him with an apologetic look.

“Sure. If you promise to sleep tonight and eat breakfast in the morning, we can come back.”

“I promise!” James poked Ryan. “Ryan! Promise you’ll sleep tonight and have breakfast in the morning so we can come play D&D!”

Ryan blinked a few times, nodded, then snuggled back into Steve’s side.

As Richard and Anne worked on gathering the kids and Robin and Dustin walked out with them, Steve relaxed in the hospital bed, finally feeling most of his injuries.

He knew they would give him more pain meds if he asked, but he wanted a few minutes with Eddie first.

“Hey.”

“Hey, sweetheart,” Eddie said as he took his hand in his own, gently squeezing as he made himself comfortable on the side of the bed.

“Thanks for being so cool with them,” Steve let his eyes close for a moment as he took in every wound on his body.

He knew this was a close one, could tell by the way Eddie was looking at him a moment ago.

“You never told anyone else about them?”

Steve shook his head.

“Didn’t really need to. I figured they’d all meet eventually. Just never came up before.”

“Want me to get the nurse?” Eddie could tell he didn’t want to talk about it right now, so he changed the subject quickly.

“In a minute. Wanna kiss you.”

“Oh yeah? Come kiss me then.”

Steve opened one eye and started pouting.

“You come kiss me,” Steve said.

“Fine. But only because you’re hurting.”

Eddie leaned down to press his lips against Steve’s softly, a comfort as much as a promise for more when he was better.

“You’ll stay?”

“Yeah, sweetheart. Just gonna get the nurse and grab a snack from the machine down the hall and then I’m all yours for the night.”

“Can’t wait to feel better.”

“I know. Maybe next time you won’t try to be a hero, hm?”

“No, I don’t care about the pain or anything.”

“Then…”

“I want you to fuck me.”

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie choked. “Are you always like this or are there still some drugs in your system?”

“Dunno. Never felt like this with anyone else.”

“Stevie…”

“You’re good with them. Especially Bethany. She’s a lot. But you did good. Good for my nuggets.”

Steve was slowly losing consciousness and Eddie couldn’t help the fond smile creeping up on his face.

“They seem like good gremlins. They sure love you a lot,” Eddie whispered.

“Mhm. Love you.”

“Oh. I don’t think they know me well enough to love me yet, sweetheart, but that’s nice of you to say,” Eddie scrambled to get out, his heart flipping over in his chest at the thought that that wasn’t what Steve meant.

“No.” Steve opened his eyes, staring right at Eddie. “I do. I love you.”

It was crazy. Probably a product of his injuries, exhaustion, and drug cocktail in his system. He probably thought he loved him, but they’d only just gotten together officially.

“Eds. It’s okay. I’m just lettin’ you know how I feel. You don’t have to say it back.”

“I just. I. I think I love you too. I just don’t see how you love me.”

“‘S easy.”

Just that easy.

Like Steve would have said it whether he was in the hospital or not.

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The next morning, James, Ryan, and Bethany planted themselves on Steve’s bed while Eddie explained character sheets to them.

Steve watched with a smile as all of his siblings watched Eddie in awe.

His family meant the world to him, and Eddie did too. He wanted things to always be like this.

When Eddie smiled at him over James’ shoulder a while later, he thought that maybe they would be.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steve harrington has good parents #steve harrington has siblings #hurt/comfort #this was what sleep deprived me came up with and im keeping it #not steve planning out his six nuggets with eddie the moment he sees him with his siblings #but also yes that

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alicethepiper · 17 days

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here's the counterpart to my other post about the desks in the s.t.a.r.s office. there's audio this time, but no music unfortunately. you can hear the mr. raccoon bobble head thingy in the background though. i'm dumb and didn't know that was making the noise. oopsies.

so the desks in og2 are all one desk, but in remake they're two desks pressed together into a row. everyones looks basically the same. we have two additional desks in the back, though, near where rebecca's desk in og2 is. i didn't see any of rebecca's boxes specifically (there were a lot of boxes everywhere) but the green satchel health kit first aid thingy (that i assume is hers) is on the wall. idk which desk is supposed to be hers, but i think it's the one with the cds.

Jill's desk is different here too - in og she had a picture of some guy on her desk but now it's a picture of a dog. the beret/hat is still there, so i'm guessing that desk is hers. the desk next to hers has a lot of cds on it, though. it looks like piano music to me, and we know jill plays piano because of the first RE game (from what i remember) but that's about as far as my knowledge on it goes. i think rebecca can also play piano but i could be misremembering the 10 seconds i've played of RE0. idk who that desk belongs to, but it's the only additional desk that actually has any stuff on it, so i think it's rebecca's. all of the bravo team stuff is pretty much packed up (which could be because they're all dead, minus rebecca). so following that logic, the desk with the cds would be rebecca's - all of the other desks are packed up (and all of the other desks, coincidentally, belong to dead people). and i can see rebecca being put next to jill after bravo got wiped out (or even before, since i believe they're the only two girls in s.t.a.r.s and that feels like something the dudes would do. like a whole "lets put those two together so they can bond about being women or something" idk. im rambling. idk who that desk belongs to but i think it's rebecca). i can also see rebecca requesting to be put next to jill. idk too much about chief irons (except for literally all of the bad stuff he does in the game) but i wouldn't be surprised if he was a fucking creep towards jill and rebecca (he also may have only targeted rebecca, since she is a rookie and is also pretty timid, in comparison to jill who is simply not, therefore making her an easier target. i literally have nothing to base this on, i'm just speculating).

wesker's desk just has a lot of books on it. it seems like in remake everyone has their own desk rather than sharing, so i don't think enrico's stuff would've been in there (meaning, i don't think he was the one who had been holding onto a picture of rebecca). ultimately, i agree that the photo of rebecca is just an easter egg and not anything to do with canon as far as capcom is concerned, but if it were to be looked at that way then: in og2, wesker probably shared a desk with enrico, so it could've been either one of them (maybe both?) who had a sus photo of rebecca. and in remake, it's just wesker who has the photo, since enrico probably has his own desk (since everyone else does, and also there are two new desks added in the back - either of which could be his). i would say that remake puts it there just to stay faithful to the original, but the remake version of the photo is significantly worse (somehow??? like, why did you go in THAT direction??) so capcom didn't improve. good job.

conclusion: wesker had the photo of rebecca for sure in remake. he may have shared that photo in og. everyone has their own desk in remake, they shared in og. and in remake, i think rebecca is the desk next to jills. also that photo looks nothing like her so i'm just gonna pretend that wesker used one of those ai thingies and typed in: "rebecca is the new rookie. pls put her in green basketball clothes. also put her in sexy pose, thx" and just printed off the one that either didn't have fucked up hands or didn't show her hands at all.

that's it. thank you for coming to my ted talk. (it isn't even mine) (it was an ask that @highball66 got) (i'm just the private investigator hired to take the photos lol)

#resident evil #resident evil 2 remake #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #chris redfield #rebecca chambers #jill valentine #barry burton #albert wekser #s.t.a.r.s #im cosplaying as highball66 right now #hehe #detective time was fun

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pizzaqueen · 7 months

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Not saying anything new, but I like Steddie when they both give each other shit—Steve ragging on Eddie for his nerdy interests and liking music that's just 'noise' and Eddie giving Steve shit for being so preppy and a jock and listening to snythpop or whatever—but only when they do it in that teasing, loving way and, if it hurt, they’d stop.

(And, even if they both truly don’t like the things they’re teasing about in a general sense—like, I personally enjoy entertaining the idea of Steve never getting into Eddie’s nerdy pursuits and Eddie never getting into basketball or pop music or whatever—it’s not something they dislike about each other? Like, they may tease, but they’d still be supportive, you know?)

Idk, I just enjoy that dynamic a lot! It’s fun (but I like it balanced with sincerity too and bonding over other things they both love, and sharing some of their formerly separate interests)

#steddie #steve x eddie #it’s all about balance for me #but teasing as a ~love language is my jam #another one I was too chicken to post so it’s been in my drafts for at least six months or so #so it’s probably totally redundant by now #pizzaqueentxt

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yongislong · 1 year

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tiktok prank + dreamies.

genre: fluff, crack, gluing jar shut and having dreamies open it hehe

note: tysm for waiting for me. mark and hyuck here

renjun... bread faced pain. its so funny, i don't think he wouldn't be able to open it... but i don't think he would LMFAO. he can't resist trying to look good in front of you though! he tries so hard but keeps his composure because he wants you to see him as a manly guy. he would hand it back with a pout and you coddled him so much you forgot to tell him it was a prank, but you felt too bad after you went back to the kitchen for a late night snack after noticing his presence on your shared bed, only for him to be twisted up on the kitchen island watching a video as he inspects the jar to try and open it for you :(

jeno... absolutely gets it open. R U KIDDINGGG. he is so strong and meaty. its no doubt and he does it with that cute little eye smile, his gaze never leaving yours. and for good measure uses the hem of his shirt to try and 'get a better grip' but its really only so you can see his abs and happy trail peaking over the top of his sweat pants hes INSANNNEEE. you tell him the jar was glued shut and he makes a cute confused jeno noise and looks down at his hands like he just committed a crime lmao, you broke him

jaemin... buff bunny to the rescue. he is buffer than jeno so he would absolutely get it open as well. is so ready to please you (oop) you ask normally and he thinks its so cute and he's so ready to help you, gives you a kiss on the cheek and takes the jar, giggling and poking fun about how you need him and his strong arms all while talking cutely. sentence never falters btw, he just opens the jar and gives it back to you with a poke on your waist and a warning to be careful while you cook. you tell him you glued the jar and he laughs it off and says you didn't put enough on LOL. wont stop flexing dear god, walks around the house with his shirt off more often now

chenle... can't get it. LMFAOO im sorry?? i know he is strong and plays basketball but o_O haha. i think he would definitely try! and once you sheepishly tell him in between giggles that you glued it shut to test his strength he eats you alive. is like 'why would you do that you hoe, we're gonna have to ear raw ass noodles' pffttt. you both end up laughing so much though. he eventually finds a way to get it open though! 'woooow, you don't have faith in my superhuman abilities... i trusted you... pft' he says before bed as a joke, flips over to face the opposite side of your shared bed

jisung... confused chick. is getting buffer though so idk?? but would definitely be confused. like... the last time he bought this he didn't remember it being this hard to open LOL. i think i said this for yangyang but he would let it slip from his fingers accidentally and it would shatter against the floor. would do that thing with his fingers where he like... forms claws LMFAOO yall know what im talking abt. he is sooo stressed. you both eat dinner in silence until he reaches over and sheepishly kisses the back of your hand as an apology </3 you forgive him though but you vow to never tell him because his sad puppy face is too upsetting LOL

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urfavnegronerd · 9 months

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right there- alina baraz

summary: lazy day w miles (either 1610 or 42)

pairing: miles x black coded reader

w/c: 839

sum slight

warnings: lowk suggestive if you squint, fem (?) reader (miles refers to reader as ma and mama and princesa, but no use of pronouns so idk if it counts as fem reader), grammarly edited, but nothing really lmk if i missed something

published: august 7, 2023

song lyrics are italicized

ven aquí- come here, vení- come here (informal), princesa- princess

s/o @lunarfleur for this concept, luv u babycakes smooches

i get so caught up

The day had effortlessly slipped away, like sand through your fingers in a lazy, syrupy, and euphoric haze.

“Mama? baby?” Miles mumbles, his face halfway nuzzled into your stomach, his hands absent-mindedly kneading at your hips, listlessly raising his head to meet your half-lidded gaze, lifting your chin to meet his eyes.

“Mmm?”

“Ven aquí,”

might of forgot us, can you remind me?

His voice is a tired kind of raspy as he’s pressing his lips into yours in a mixture of lenience and hunger, his calloused hands cradling your cheeks, pulling away, and kissing your nose. Returning to his original position on your stomach, nuzzling his face into your stomach once again to watch an older CoryxKenshin video. Confused and blushing, you return to your copy of When Dimple Met Rishi, dreamily running your nails across his durag massaging his hair through the silky fabric.

His bedroom was a small oasis, far away from the usual Brooklyn noise, a quiet dream far far away from everything you were running away from. The dazey smog of cigarette smoke permanently hanging in the air of your apartment, the smog that got caught in the fibers of your clothes, irreversibly weaving its way into your braids. You’d evolved to the point that it smelled comforting, but at the same time, it was a permanent burden on your shoulders, the scent weighing your shoulders down.

tell me to come back, i got a lot on my mind

“Ma, come back,” he mumbles, pressing his face into your cheek. “Want another kiss,”

Laughing and leaning into his mouth, adjusting your face up to him, you comply. The kiss was a warm envelope, encasing the two of you in a heavy and exultant moment of obscurity.

i know it’s been a while, been a while, but i need you this time

The two of you pull away and you return to your book as he returns to the animated lull of his video. The two of you stay like that, kissing every couple of minutes and going back to your respective past times. It was moments like this that you savored, the tenderness of his room, the soft scent of peppermint oil mixed with sandalwood, and the delicate warmth of the musky cologne he wore like a second skin. He never wore too much though, enough for you to associate him with that smell and the light menthol of his chapstick. The boy did wonders on you, he and his mother had shown you the kind of love you’d only seen on old reruns of Love and Basketball, Poetic Justice, Love Jones, and The Preachers Wife when it aired during Christmas.

i’ll be in the city, get dressed don’t keep me waiting

Tender and loving, the kind of love the older woman preaches about on her doorstep, the one that’s like that one bible verse. The love in this boy's heart was patient and kind, comforting. A soft place to land, a small escape from everyday life. The kind that helps you take down your braids, and helps wash your hair. The kind where he’ll let you braid and unbraid his hair, gently raking your hands through his thick and luscious inky curls, half adoring his bed of curls, half detangling them.

can you be my shotgun? be my all-time, be the right one

His eyes are half-lidded as he glances up at you furtively, warily drinking in your beauty. The ethereal glow to your soft brown skin, the brown eyes that hide under your eyelashes with an alluring light to them. The eyes that never failed to make Miles’ heart skip a beat when he looked deep into them, his eyes pouring into you like hot wax in a candle.

“Whatchu need, baby?”

you ready? let me know

“Vení,” he whispers, eyes set low, drunk on lust, fatigue barely lining his eyes. As per routine, he reconnects the two of you, this time he’s above you one arm resting on the wall behind you. Deeping the kiss as he pulls you upward, he exhales a sharp, ragged, yet blissful breath. The kind that makes you pull back and look up at him quizzically.

“Everything okay, sueñito?”

“ ‘s all good ma,”

“You was just breathing all weird, is all,”

“ ‘m okay, princesa,”

“Okay,” you smile and exhale, angling up to him more.

ima need you right there

The youtube video is long forgotten, the book haphazardly discarded beside you, you softly tug his chain forward as he runs his hands along the side of your hoodie, his right hand finding yours and timidly fusing your hands together. Using your left hand, you gently run your fingers over his eyebrows, in an attempt to unfurrow them as he smiles and leans into you.

“You’re so beautiful, mama,” he mumbles into your lips, and then the two of you are lost in an enraptured oblivion.

ima need you right there, right there wimme

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niki-phoria · 4 months

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CAUSE I'LL BE IN LOVE MAZE

pairing: non idol!chenle x male!reader (he/him pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 1.7k

notes: brief mentions of homophobia, implied to be set in uni, idk anything about basketball lol, inspo from this pic, this is romance i promise, reader is oblivious, chenle is cocky, rivals to ???

summary: zhong chenle is perfect - he's been your rival ever since you can remember. so what do you do when your rival kisses you out of the blue?

“just keep your eyes on the ball.” you can almost hear your coach’s voice playing in your head like a recording - a mantra no chants from the nearby cheerleaders or excited yelling from the crowd can disrupt. “the other team doesn’t matter. out there, it’s just you, the hoop, and the basketball.”

except that it’s not. zhong chenle - described as ‘one of the best’ by many of your peers, a young man with skills that rival that of professional players, and your very own self-proclaimed rival.

he stands by the edge of the court, taking a hurried sip of water as his teammates crowd around him. through a round of pats on the back and hushed words of encouragement, you study the other boy. disheveled bangs frame his features. his oversized jersey hangs loosely off of his broad shoulders. he’s light on his feet - even as he casually jogs across the court to set his now empty water bottle down beside his bag.

leaning down to rest your hands on your knees, you take a deep breath. even with your eyes closed you can feel him watching you from across the gym.

“l/n,” chenle wins your impromptu staring contest as you coach steps in front of you, effectively blocking your view of the other boy. her tone is stern as she glares at you. “don’t let him get into your head. they’re only a few points ahead. we can still take this.”

“i know,” you sigh, brushing your hands against the fabric of your shorts. “i’m sorry.”

“don’t be.” the bleachers groan as she moves to sit beside you. with the obstacle now gone, your gaze returns to staring at chenle. he smirks at you, raising a hand to absentmindedly push his blonde bangs back before letting them carelessly fall into place once again. your coach sighs as she reaches up to encouragingly pat your shoulder. “all you should be worried about is the ball.”

the sharp scream of the referee’s whistle cuts off your response. excited chants and murmurs spread throughout the crowd as you stand up, returning to your position in the center of the court. chenle stands across from you; his signature smirk still paints his face. “nervous, l/n?”

“never, zhong.”

you both tower over the referee and he stands on the half point line. “don’t let him get into your head.” “ready?” ignoring chenle’s taunts, you curtly nod in response. your eyes remain fixated on the ball in his hand. “all you should be worried about is the ball.” “go!”

time has always seemed to pass quicker when you were on the court. even as a child, you would burn through daylight hours well into the night until you could barely see your own hands in front of you - let alone the basketball.

it feels like the rest of the world around you fades away. your only focus becomes the game. steal the ball from the other team. pass it to your teammates. find an open spot. don’t stop dribbling once you start. shoot the ball. score.

the loud blaring of the clock stopping drags you back into reality. the overwhelming noise of the crowd’s cheers and complaints slowly come back into focus. your chest heaves. your heartbeat pounds loudly in your ears. your body feels like it’s on fire.

everything happens in a blur. your teammates are patting you on the back. people are cheering your name. your coach is clapping, watching you with a proud smile. you did it. you won.

you move in a daze. the locker room air feels cool against your hot skin as you tug your sweaty jersey off of your body, finally allowing yourself to relax. a soft sigh escapes you when the door shuts, leaving you in silence for the first time in hours.

closing your eyes, you let the tension begin to evaporate from your body. taking a deep breath, you let the quiet keep you company in place of your bustling teammates or an overly excited crowd.

your peace only lasts for a few minutes before the door suddenly opening once again startles you back to reality. chenle lazily smiles as he passes by various empty lockers until he’s standing in front of you, only a few steps away. “y/n,” he says, his lips threatening to curve into his signature smirk.

“chenle.” his name feels stiff, even as it leaves your lips. you uncomfortably shift beneath his gaze.

“you were great out there. that final dunk was impressive.” your silence lasts a bit too long, making chenle cock his head at you in mock confusion. “what? i can’t come say congratulations?”

“thank you,” you say, politely nodding at him. “you guys were good out there, too.”

an awkward beat of silence passes. you’re not sure where to look. the floor is dirty - covered in scuff marks. chipped paint coats the corners of the walls after years of disrepair. chenle is still looking at you, seemingly unaffected by the silence from both of you.

“you don’t have to be so awkward, you know,” he teases, finally breaking the quiet. you don’t reply, instead crossing your arms around your body in a poor attempt to hide your bare skin. you had never really cared about other people seeing your body. changing and showering in a room full of other teenage boys has become second nature to you, but something about chenle makes you want to hide. like he’s interested in you. like you want him to be.

“oh, come on, do you really buy into all of that rival stuff?” chenle softly chuckles, shaking his head. there’s a teasing glint in his dark eyes when his gaze meets yours once again. a threat, maybe.

he takes a step closer, making you lean backwards even further. your bare back presses against the cool metal of the lockers behind you. you feel like a wild animal - like prey being slowly cornered before being ruthlessly devoured. “i expected more from you, y/n.”

“what?” you nearly choke on the word as it escapes your lips. you can feel goosebumps arising on your bare skin. did the temperature drop? or… is it because chenle is so close to you?

“i’ve been making it so obvious.” another step closer. you stand in place, unwavering. he’s not looking at you anymore - not really. he’s looking at your lips. “i like you, y/n.”

it feels like the world stops in its tracks. everything freezes. your mind races. he likes you? as in… has a crush on you? since when? what does this mean? you’re both boys. what would everyone else think? what if-

“y/n,” he whispers.something has changed. this is a new side of chenle - a vulnerable one. his faux confident facade has dropped, leaving reality fully exposed in its place: a nervous, teenage boy, spilling his heart to his crush.

chenle glances up so he’s looking into your eyes once again. you can feel your heart beating rapidly in your chest. has he always made you feel this nervous?

chenle leans in a little closer. “if you don’t feel the same way, i’ll leave.” despite his best efforts, you can hear how his voice trembles slightly. he’s scared. scared… you don’t like him back. “i’ll leave, and we never have to talk about this again. you can keep playing like normal and you’ll only see me every few weeks during the season. but if you do…” his voice trails off.

you could push him away. you should.

but you don’t.

you can feel chenle’s body tense when you reach up; your shaky hands find solace in gripping onto the fabric of his sweatshirt, pulling him closer.

“i like you too.” you anxiously study chenle’s expression as he processes the information. his eyes get wider in surprise. his shoulders relax ever so slightly. “can i kiss you?” you whisper. your voice is quiet. it’s little more than a whisper - barely audible over the noise of the gym’s air conditioner whirring loudly from somewhere nearby - but he hears it.

chenle hears it.

you’re barely given any time to react before his lips are firmly pressed against your own. his hands clumsily rest against your hips, pulling your body further away from the lockers and closer to his own. your own arms snake around his shoulders, clinging to the other boy as if he’s a life raft while you’re lost at sea.

you’re both nearly panting by the time chenle pulls away, resting his forehead against your own. his fingers greedily dig into your sides, keeping your body close to his. you’re grateful that he allows you to lean against him for support.

“zhong!” you nearly jump away from chenle when his teammate’s voice rings out into the locker room. he simply chuckles beneath his breath, calmly glancing over his shoulder. “quit flirting with the opponent. coach ‘s looking for you.”

“i’m coming.” chenle waves his teammate off with a simple shake of his head before returning his attention to you. you bite your lip, staring down at your scuffed shoes in embarrassment. the unknown boy scoffs; complaints muttered beneath his breath fall on deaf ears as he turns on his feel before the door slams shut with finality behind him.

“hey,” chenle’s touch is gentle against your face when he gently tilts your face upwards until you’re looking into his eyes once again. he smiles. it’s different from anything you’ve ever seen from the other boy before - it’s genuine. underneath the flickering lights you can just barely see the beginnings of a light blush spreading across his cheeks.

butterflies swarm in your stomach. why did he kiss you? what did it mean? why do you want more? you can feel your heart rate speed up dramatically when chenle leans in. his breath just barely ghosts against your ear; his lips brush against your skin. “see you next game, l/n.”

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zvirinabebez · 4 months

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“ douceur „

quanxi x fem florist | barista reader.

multiple part series. first part thats just pretty fluffy and romancey!! first time writing and actually publishing it so ermm leave tips ig idk. ik the pacing is weird but its bc i like to write in detail.

feminine reader x quanxi, includes romance. >:3 smut in later chapters or wtv.

disclaimer ; I've never written like romance before so forgive me lol. I write with extreme detail too so it probably gonna be the SLOWEST burn ever. also she smokes weed cuz ion fuck wit that cig shit lmfao

CHAPTER I

being a florist in tokyo isn't anything you thought you'd be finding yourself doing. though, being drawn to the sweet and naturey smell of flowers wouldn't suprise anyone who had known you before. head over heels constantly in love with all kinds of plants and flowers, from spider lilies to hydrangea, peony and flower arrangements in themselves.

. . .

you'd adjust your grip on the box cutter in your dominant hand, the vivid pink color of it mixing with the warm lighting above you, the blade swiftly and sharply cutting through the protruding thorns of the white roses, the remaining water inside would drip slightly onto the paper below the bouqet would find itself sitting inside of momentarily. a smell similar of freshly cut grass would fill your senses, and the cozy and comforting feel of the floristry – cafe place that you had recently assigned yourself to.

the smell of coffee, tea, and the baby's breath that sat to the right of you would fill the air, a rainy day with cars ever–so making light noises as their wheels splash and sputter inside of the puddles left by the rain. the annoying ding of the door would fill your ears once more, and like clock–work the all too familiar words would spill out of your mouth.

“ Welcome to Yrlissa's Flowery, How may I be of assistance? ”

as your eyes lazily drifted off the commissed bouqet that laid on the counter infront of you, your eyes would laid upon a tall lady, with a muscular yet slim figure. wispy bangs and a lacey eyepatch concealing her right eye. the rest of her thin hair contained by a black hairtie— who the hell visits a flower shop in a full black suit? Is she going to a fucking funeral ?

NOT professional thoughts. get it together!!!

the lady would approach the counter, with an almost monochromatic expression. not one emotion would appear on her face, and no body language out of the ordinary. her movements would seem almost perfected calculated, almost uncanny even, but as she grew closer the smell of the the roses and baby's breath would be replaced with the smell of marijuana.

the footsteps would come to a halt uncomfortably close to you, or maybe it would seem that way since shes near the height of a basketball player and you couldn't be any closer to a smurf, and also leaning over flowers with posture far from the best in the world– a few seconds of silence commence, the ladies eyes piercing above to read the sign. her lips parting to finally speak.

“A small espresso will do, please.”

“ would you like sugar or cream? ”

“ Surprise me. ”

the click of the box cutters blade retracting back into itself, and the clack of its placement onto the counter would follow her sentence. with your feet tapping to the cups behind you, and your body language obviously showing your nervousness, you'd swiftly grab it and draw back over to the counter near the woman.

tipping over the jug of geyser water just measuring to the line that marks a half liter. the sound of the water filling up would once again save you from extremely embarrassment from the pure awkwardness of the situation at hand.

. . . .

you'd stretch your hand over and weigh out 20 grams of coffee beans, pouring them into a small tin and placing them on the miniature scale. the lady bringing a stop to the awkward silence that filled the air.

“ I take it it's relaxing to work here hm? ”

“ It's nice on it's slow days, but then there's times like valentines day, and wedding season ykno? ”

“I'd imagine.”

as a few weeks passed, the lady swiftly became a regular. almost always coming in during your shift or being there before you clock in. a name you wrote on the coffee cup almost every shift, the type of name that rolls off your tongue sweet and slick, — quanxi. another day had arrived, opening the door to yrlissa's the bell would chime as you walked in, swiftly pittering to clock in, not missing quanxi sitting in the corner of the shop, as always.

she would stay for a few hours and make nice company on slow days, an often occurrence it would be to sit and speak with her while filling out the commissions for bouqets, and other kinds of assortments. it didn't take long to realize quanxi liked more to listen than to speak.

today was october 5th. the chill in the air sweeping into the store moments after the bell on the door would ring. it didn't take long for you to learn to brace yourself against the cold on the cue of the chime. completing the same ol' sequence you'd do everyday, steaming the milk and poking holes in the puck of espresso, yet this time for yourself to warm up on the cold day.

the thick fog outside would make seeing the people and events happening outside near impossible. pouring the milk, then espresso, a drizzle of caramel and whipped cream onntop, the perfect go—to drink. the cup would warm your hands, soothing you and bringing you into relaxation with the first sip, a small breath leaving your parted lips—

the all too familiar chime would fill your ears.

bruh.

quickly stepping behind the counter to at least shield your lower half. or.. 90% of ur body bc ur a fucking smurf. srry im writing this in my perspective im fucking 5'0. the chill would still expectedly hit your face and torso, sending a small shiver up your spine. gripping the cup of coffee just a bit tighter to warm your hands once again. fluttering your lashes and squinting to keep the ice cold air out of your eyes, you'd realize who'd walked in.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you cold.” Quanxi would say, looking back and closing the door softly behind her as not to brush more cold air inside. this time she was wearing a brown turtle-neck under her coat and long black pants. she'd take a deep breath in and pull her other hand out of her pocket.

“you're fine don't worry. at least it's not another total stranger walking in, I think I'd rot inside having to make any more small talk today.” you'd set down your coffee to start her order, placing it beside the cash register and lean on the counter with the corner digging into your palms.

“Usual?”

“Mm.”

Quanxi would approach the table near the entrance of the work space, leaving about 3-5 feet in between the two of you as you started her order. It took her a few days in the beginning but she got what she wanted down pack. a shot of espresso, mixed softly into chocolate syrup followed by warm steamed milk and whipped cream. In other words, a Caffé Mocha. with some extra chocolate.

. . . should probably start that order

you'd started serving quanxi in the pretty white mugs boss lady told you not to use, simply to reduce dishes. but you didn't mind washing one or two for quanxi. You'd hear the clink of her keys being placed onto the table before she'd speak.

“How's work been treating you lately? ” Quanxi would say to you, looking at you completely still with a hand propped up under her chin, but still as nonchalant as usual. It was hard to believe she was genuinely interested sometimes.

pouring the chocolate into the bottom of the cup focusedly, to make it look as pretty and perfect as can be, you'd take a second before answering. “Horrible, Actually. This guy yesterday, came in and got mad at me because I forgot to put caramel on top of his frappe. He ended up throwing it on the floor, and of course I had to clean it. ”

Quanxi's eyes would follow the way you carefully made the coffee. The way you'd twirl the cup to make sure it was evenly distributed, and the way you'd add extra for her, even though she didn't ask for it. Nor did she really like how sweet it made the drink, but to her it was an act of kindness.

"Mm."

“Oh! and thennnn I had a lady come in here with her boyfriend and I guess I was a bit too friendly with her and she pulled me to the side and basically threatened me. I'm not one for wanting a guy in general. That was actually around a week ago and she came back a few days ago an—”

the glass pot to steam the milk in would fall to the ground instantly shattering. nothing but the thought of your boss chewing you out rushes into your mind. not only is it expensive to replace, it was definitely coming out of your paycheck. Quanxi wasted no time raising out of her chair and assisting you with cleanup even before you, yourself could process what had happened.

“thank you. god my boss is gonna make me pay for this. . . " you'd say squatting down and beginning to pick up the big chunks of glass first and placing them in your palm. “I'll get it, you might get cut. ” Quanxi would take the glass from out of your hand and continue to pick up where you left off.

"are you sure? I can just get a broom or something." you'd turn away for a second to grab the broom from the back, yet once you come back you find the glass all gone, not a single piece remaining on the floor and a note on the counter, sitting placed under two 10,000 yen notes. (around 140$)

the shock would spread across your face almost in an instant. what the absolute hell? picking up the notes, you'd take the time to read the note she'd left behind.

“𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓯𝓯𝓮𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓹𝓲𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓻. 𝓾𝓷𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓶𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓲𝓽 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓫𝓮, 𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓮𝔁𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓼𝓲𝓿𝓮.

𝓠𝓾𝓪𝓷𝔁𝓲 347-1782.”

✧─── ･｡ﾟ✧: * 🎀 .* :✧. ───✧

tired of there not being fuckin quanxi fics and smut bro. ik u stans r alive ACT LIKE IT!!!! 😡 k hope u enjoyed tho owo also im seriously fucking hoping this isn't ugly on pc bro.. idk but if ur reading fluff n shit on a pc u got balls cuz id cry if i got caught

#quanxi #quanxi smut #quanxi fluff #csm x reader #csm smut #csm fluff #quanxi x reader #wifey is back #quanxi csm #chainsawman

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itonashi · 1 year

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Hiii can I request a Reo x reader who’s nagis sister like the last fic

YOU'RE KIDDING, RIGHT?

pairing: reo mikage x fem!reader

warning: reader is nagi's older sister, one-sided crush (lol), reo tried to flirt.

note: tbh, idk how to do these types of fics but trying even though i love these types of trope.

reo didn't expected for these to happened. having a crush on your own best friend's older sister? reo could still remembered the day he met her when he visited nagi's house.

now that nagi was playing soccer, reo planned on visiting nagi's house because of the rumours that nagi had a perfect sister and she used to school in hakuho. maybe he could meet the famous nagi's sister.

"your sister will never be like this!"

that's when he knew that nagi had a sister. seeing how the teachers keep comparing nagi with his sister — it must be that she was an amazing person at school. was she a student council president? maybe he should check the record.

"nagi, you really don't care when they compared you?"

"hmm? i don't care. my sister is amazing anyway."

"what's she like?"

"find out yourself. it's a hassle talking about it."

so this is nagi's house, it was quite big but smaller than reo's mansion. judging by the appearance, it was a clean house. following nagi to entered the house — first impression of the interior design, it was empty but comfortable.

"my sister is not home, yet."

reo could wait. he would do anything to received the things he want. "let's go to your room!" he was excited to see nagi's sister soon enough.

while playing some games nagi and reo could heard a motorcycle vroooommm nearing the house. nagi went and paused the game and got out of the room to greet his sister. 'is it his sister?' nagi wouldn't got up for no reason so reo soon went and followed and saw nagi's sister for the first time.

nagi's sister was patting nagi head and reo swore he could see bunny ears on nagi. nagi seishiro's older sister was very pretty. reo could understand the rumours on why they said that she was perfect. she was so cool, riding a motorcycle too?

"that is reo mikage, right?"

"mhm."

first eye contact with her and reo already knew he liked her.

this was the first time reo felt frustrated because you wouldn't even looked at his way! you were always so busy with other things. nagi had once mentioned before that your type was a basketball player but he already quit it! he felt like life was cruel to him.

he knew you were still single but he doesn't know if you have a crush on someone. reo want to bang his head onto a wall. reo had everything, why won't you look his way?

is it because he's younger than you...?

bang

nagi jumped because of the sudden noise that happened because reo punched a wall. 'what the hell is wrong with him..' reo was keeping his crush a secret from nagi because who knows what would nagi think of him now. nagi might even quit soccer after that and he loses all his chances to win world cup!

shrugging his shoulders nagi continues his grind on games at lunch time. reo was mumbling things but nagi couldn't careless, it doesn't bother him — ofc, it was weird for reo to lose his composure for some reason but he won't ask why.

nee-san: sei, do you want to go shopping tomorrow?

nagi: 50 minutes. i won't accept more than that.

nee-san: i will buy you games for your ps5. 1 hour and 30 minutes.

nagi: grrrrrr, fine :x

"reo, nee-san want me to go shopping tomorrow. you coming?"

reo turned his head to nagi slowly. wait what, shopping? you will be there? reo won't miss this chances.

"yes."

"uhhh... ok." nagi was getting suspicious of reo.

sending a text to you — you replied with 'the more the merrier :p' lunch break was over and reo started to drag nagi to the classroom. he will make sure tomorrow you look at his way.

today's the day. reo is determined to do this. he will make sure he pays for everything the nagi's siblings want. he's kinda like their unofficial money wallet. spending more times with you means knowing more about you.

arriving at the mall with nagi, you already saw reo there 'fast'. you greeted reo with a wave and a smile, and reo was resisting himself — nagi simply just nod his head at reo's presence.

you tug nagi's hand to drag him and nagi went ahhhhh. reo wished it was him that you were dragging — shopping with you was fun (any moments with you is fun) even though nagi and reo became the victim to hold the bags.

reo offered to pay everything and you weren't sure about it. you kept asking him if it was really okay and he just replied with 'im a billionaire.' and nagi agreed with reo. (nagi wanted reo to pay for everything because nagi doesn't want you to spend money on him.)

throughout the journey of you finding a clothes for yourself and nagi. reo was the only responsive through all your questions and remarks. nagi was basically just observing the you and reo at this point.

"nee-san, im gonna melttttt..." nagi was already slouching at this point. reo was practically holding nagi now with the bags and you felt bad.

"20 minutes left, sei. please keep on going." you said in a nonchalant voice because it was a normal occurrence to you by now.

"haha, nagi keep yourself up!"

nagi groan — he's feeling so lazy right now. why did he agreed to go with you? he could've just stay at home and reo wasn't helping either. whatever, anything for his overworked sister.

everytime yours fingers accidentally brushed against reo's hands, he couldn't hold out the excitement. your hands was soft. ahhhhh, he just want to hold it.

you kept on calling reo's name but he won't respond so you tap on his shoulder to get his attention. reo jumped at the sudden touch from you — "reo, what do you think of these dress?" you were showing the sky blue dress to him twirling around and reo thought that you were a princess (you are).

"[name], i think blue suits you the most. that dress is perfect for you. well, everything on you is perfect since you are beautiful."

"is that so? haha! thank you for the compliment, reo."

"do you want me to buy it?"

"thank you, reo."

nagi slouch on you, putting his head on your shoulder. he is attached to you like a koala. reo side glances to the both of you — he noticed how you two were actually very similar to eachother. your face, the way you talk too. the rumours about you being different from nagi was all wrong. you were basically nagi without the laziness. nagi could achieved it if he wanted too but he doesn't do it.

the two of you were talented.

"i have a question for you two.."

the both of you looked at reo. reo feels like he is the prey for some reason...

"what will you do to achieve the things you want?"

"isn't it obvious? with hard work. of course, there's some people out there that could achieved it with their talents but everything needs hard work."

"i haven't thought of it. i just go with the flow."

two different answers. your answer was the logical one and nagi being nagi. maybe, he should try to ask you out but would you reject him?

"nagi, i like your sister."

"huh."

nagi widen his eyes. ain't no way reo just said that to his face. nagi is not the type of guy to judge someone but this involved you. nagi cared for you.

"you're kidding, right?"

reo is staring at nagi's eyes so hard.

"ok, you're not."

nagi doesn't know what to do with this information. was he supposed to help reo ask you out or something. he doesn't know shit about love. his parents ain't even home most of the time only his sister was. how would he knows what love is?

should he tell reo the truth?

"reo, i don't think you're a match for her."

now this time it was reo to be shocked now. nagi was telling him that he's out of your league. blinking his eyes at nagi — nagi was looking at him with unreadable expression. did reo fuck up?

"why?"

"ehhh, no reason."

it seems like nagi is actually protective of you. he understands, he would also be protective of you if you were his and he was yours. maybe it wasn't his luck this time.

"whatever, no time wasting! nagi, let's go practice!"

reo was desperately trying to hide his sadness.

nagi was laying on the couch with his phone on his chest. you were on the other side and nagi called out to you.

"nee-san, what do you think of reo?"

"he's a good person."

he knew you would give short answer. you don't know how reo really is so you don't really have any opinion on him. if you know that person well, you would give essay of answers. nagi closed his eyes and suddenly he fell into a deep slumber.

'sleep already?'

note: LMAOO IM SO SORRY FOR DOING THIS TO REO 💀 forgive me.

#blue lock x reader #blue lock #nagi seishiro #you #bllk #nagi seishiro x reader #reo mikage x reader #reo mikage #reo x reader #itomlist!!✧#itoworks!!✧#itoanonss?!✧#itoreqs!!✧

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Twisted Wonderland as quotes me and my friends said + teachers too pt. 2

Warnings: profanities, mention of cockroaches, some might be ooc, Rook

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*in the science club*

Rook: "i made a reverse filter :D"

Rook: "i turn clean water into dirty water"

Trey: "..."

Vargas: "Trappola... This is why you won't have a girlfriend in the future"

Epel: *shows a poster he made thats just memeable and very messy, kinda like a sh*tpost. Its for his presentation that's 30% his grade*

Epel: "Apple to coconut how bad is it"

Epel: "Apple = good, coconut = bad"

Epel: "all the fruits are included in between"

Ace: "its cherry then"

Epel: "idk if that's good or bad. i like cherry so its good"

Yuu: "Pear. Actually no its mango"

Epel: "I like mango so its good"

Yuu: *made a huge robot cockroach the size of a basketball(that walks slow) that's made out of cardboard for a project*

Yuu: *shows a pic and video of the project to some students*

Yuu: "cock"

Yuu: "this took forever"

Yuu: "i hate it"

Yuu: "it hath grown wings so it shall fly to the sun"

Yuu: "and i will sit and stare and salute as my papermade icarus flies ever onward”

Yuu: "... i think i lost it"

Floyd: *pokes jamil to show him the cockroach monstrosity* beetle?

Yuu: "i gave him wings don't you dare call him a beetle"

Jamil: *distraught and trying so hard to stop himself from burning the cockroach down* ...

*lets pretend NRC teaches students other languages other than english*

Leona: "what the f*ck the teacher slapped my hand"

Ruggie: "LMAO"

Jack: "what. ...why?"

Ruggie: *while laughing hard* "HE KNOWS YOU'RE SMART ITS JUST THAT YOU DIDNT WANNA PUT EFFORT"

Leona: "... this is why"

Ruggie: *still laughing while wheezing* "in the maths part of the (insert language here) exam Leona doesnt wanna calculate so instead, he wrote 0s to some of them and called it a day”

Jack: "..."

(yes our teacher did put math questions in our language exam)

Ace: “people are doing math the wrong way you guys be talking about x and y but never u and i”

Cater: “if i could rearrange the alphabet i’d put u and i together”

Cater: “you know why i like RNA better than DNA, because there’s U”

Riddle: “all these pickup lines and u all still single”

Deuce: "how do i fix my bad haircut"

Ace: "grow hair"

Deuce: "great idea"

Deuce: "never thought of that"

Deuce: "any other ideas"

Epel: "bald"

Ace: "bald"

Epel: "it's about drive it's about power"

Epel: "we stay hungry we devour"

Student A: "Sir Trein sucks, he doesn't deserve any teacher's day letter"

Deuce: *is pissed off* "HAA??!! U SHUT YOUR ASS"

Deuce: "What's your beanfest team HAH?"

Deuce: "I'll wipe it out."

Student A: " Your team."

Deuce: "oh."

Student A: "💀"

Vargas: "do you have a partner?"

Riddle: *confused at the sudden question* "...no?"

Vargas: *pats his shoulder* "no? Find someone in the future"

Yuu: "i read fire balls as furry balls"

Ace: "HAHAHAHA JACK'S FURRY BALLS LMAO"

Jack: "..."

Jack: "i hate you."

Riddle: *flabbergasted* "Cater. Yuu played tetris during class? Around the teacher?"

Cater: "Yeap"

Yuu: "ehe"

Riddle: *dissapointed noises*

Trey: "i'm surprised you didn't get caught"

Yuu: "ehe"

Floyd: *gets grouped with Epel, Lilia and Riddle for a group project*

Floyd: *decided to make a gc and determine the name of it*

Floyd: *names it "adorable midgets + floyd gc :D"

*few moments after they finally realized the gc name*

Epel: "FLOYD YOU MOTHERF*CKER IVE JUST REALIZED THE GC NAME"

Riddle: "YEAARGHHH FLOYD IT'S OFF WITH YOUR HEAD"

Lilia: *enjoying the chaos*

*in the middle of class*

*sound of a notif from an online shopping app*

Trein: "Who's notification is that? It must be from Cater, isn't it? Always shopping and checking social media"

*a few seconds later*

*sound of a notif from another online shopping app"

Trein: "Tsk tsk tsk... who is that? Who likes shopping so much? You already have an app for it and you have another one?"

Idia: "..." *hiding behind his tablet*

Bonus for all of yall, in case yall need it:

Yuu: *jokingly* "so how's the exam results? Were you dissapointed in us?"

Staff/character of your choice: “You can never disappoint me, i’m always proud of you”

Everybody: *tears up*

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