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justsomerandomfanfic · 17 days ago

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Hellooo! hoping i'm getting this in time for your matchup requests ^_^

19, 5'3 in height, she/her, bisexual with a lean for men. i have a slightly grown out buzzcut that is dyed brown, i also have 8 face piercings including a stretched septum, green eyes, ghostly white pale skin ( 😭 genuinely no other way to put just how pale i am tbh ) with a ton of orangey freckles on my arms, shoulders, and face.

My hobbies consist of writing, doing professional rhythm roller skating, and i work for an in house bakery. My aesthetic definitely leans more towards metalhead/emo and i listen to lots of music but generally listen to more 70-90's throwbacks or ... metal music, duh.

i'd like to be matched up from Supernatural, Stranger Things, and BNHA if you could ^_^

your works are lovely and i hope to see what you have for me! -🪦

Hi!!!

Professional rhythm roller skating!? Super cool!

I really had a jam with this one!

So, I hope you like your matchups!

Sorry, it's a bit late. :)

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Romantic Matchups; Supernatural, Stranger Things, and My Hero Academia

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Romantic;

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Supernatural;

Crowley -

You were introduced to Crowley through Sam and Dean.

However, they didn't want you to ever meet him.

But it was only a matter of time before you would meet the King of Hell.

You were tagging along on the hunt, using your skills to help them out as a backup.

From the moment Crowley laid eyes on you, he was intrigued - not just by your skills but by the way you carried yourself.

He noticed the slight but sharp confidence in your demeanor and the way you balanced sarcasm and warmth effortlessly.

When Sam and Dean weren’t around, he’d often find reasons to chat with you, and it was clear he didn’t mind the occasional “assistance” you’d offer, even if he would never admit it out loud.

You and Crowley began by keeping your interactions light, teasing each other whenever you crossed paths.

You’d throw out witty comments or sarcastic remarks, and Crowley would respond in kind, a smirk playing at his lips.

Over time, those little moments turned into actual conversations, ones that ranged from hilarious banter to surprisingly deep topics.

Crowley started to take a personal interest in your safety during hunts - he might act aloof about it, but you could always count on him to subtly make sure you weren’t walking into a trap.

And did he give you a hellhound? Yeah...

When you’d get caught up in a particularly dangerous situation, Crowley would always be the first to step in and ensure your safety, though he would never admit that he did anything when you asked him who magically stopped a vampire from biting you.

You both quickly became comfortable with each other, finding a surprising amount of trust and comfort in the other’s presence.

Even when you’d joke about him being a demon, Crowley couldn’t help but feel a flicker of admiration for your wit and courage.

I mean, regular people wouldn't just tease him.

But you weren't just some other human... Not to him...

At first, it seemed like the two of you would always be friends - casual, sarcastic, and witty with the occasional moment of unexpected depth.

But over time, Crowley’s feelings began to change.

He noticed the way you smiled when you caught him off guard with your humor, or how his face would oddly feel warm sometimes when you'd smile at him, because of him.

He wouldn’t admit it, of course.

Instead, he’d try to keep it under wraps, brushing it off as ‘just another human emotion.’

Ew, feelings...

The turning point came when you were hurt during a hunt, and Crowley showed more concern than he ever would have before.

You saw through his usual façade and the way he hesitated before helping you made something in your chest flutter.

You realized then that your own feelings had shifted too - what started as a friendship had blossomed into something much deeper.

Crowley wasn’t one to wear his emotions on his sleeve.

So, when the time came for him to finally confess, it wasn’t some grand speech.

It was a quiet moment, with just the two of you sitting in the Impala after a hunt, the hum of the engine filling the silence.

He glanced over at you and, in a tone that was just a little softer than usual, muttered, “You’ve made me soft, you know that?”

You raised an eyebrow, turning to face him.

He sighed and added, “I care about you more than I’d like to admit.” His usual smirk returned, but it was more genuine this time. “And I’d rather like to have a Queen of Hell.”

Once Crowley realized his feelings were real, he didn’t waste any time.

He would still be his devilishly charming self, but there was something more sincere behind every look he gave you.

He’d show up with small gestures - maybe an extravagant bottle of your favorite drink he’d ‘acquired’ or a rare book he knew you’d enjoy.

But it wasn’t just about the material gifts.

The way he’d look at you when you weren’t paying attention or the way his hand would brush yours after a hunt was his own subtle way of saying, “I’m here."

Your relationship would have a dynamic of playful teasing, quiet moments of shared understanding, and mutual respect.

Crowley would take care of you in ways that were unique to him - keeping you safe during hunts, making sure you were always protected, and showing up when you least expected him to, just to check on you.

In return, you’d offer him your honesty, always knowing he needed someone who wouldn’t judge him but would still call him out when needed.

You both would enjoy cozy evenings in, maybe sipping your favorite drink and playing chess, or you’d let him steal your sketches.

Crowley would often drag you into the occasional “off-the-record” meetings.

He would crown you as his Queen of Hell.

You get a crown and everything.

All the hellhounds.

You named one 'Fluffy.'

He’d enjoy showing off his more protective side, and you’d love to mess with him by teasing him about it.

"Awe, you do care!"

"Oi, shut up."

~~~

Stranger Things;

Eddie Munson -

You were roller skating at the local rink one early evening, almost at sunset, enjoying the cool breeze and music from your Cassette player.

Eddie Munson had been watching the teens around the perimeter.

Because, for some reason, the kids wanted to do DnD outside.

And the rink had fewer parents and annoying and judgemental people.

He missed his throne...

But, Eddie was eyeing you for a while.

He was immediately taken by how confident and carefree you looked, the way you skated with such ease and grace.

Doing little tricks and stuff.

You caught his gaze as you twirled around, and when you playfully sped up to show off, Eddie couldn’t help but challenge you to a race.

Why?

He didn't have skates?

A skater VS runner.

At first, he thought it was going to be some typical silly contest, but obviously, you were faster since you were in skates.

Eddie can't run that fast.

You both ended up talking afterward, and he discovered that you were just as into metal music as he was.

What else did he think you were listening to with your headphones?

From that moment, a strong friendship blossomed, rooted in shared music tastes and mutual respect.

Eddie loved spending time with you at the roller rink, and as your friendship deepened, so did your late-night hangouts.

You’d both be up for hours talking about your favorite bands, hanging around the park, or just jamming out in Eddie’s trailer, listening to everything from Metallica to Black Sabbath.

Mostly just Metallica.

Cause that's music.

Eddie admired your strength and your ability to speak your mind without fear, and he quickly became one of your biggest supporters.

Whether you were at the rink, on the couch, or at a concert together, you always felt comfortable around him.

He was a bit of an open book - wild, eccentric, and always willing to be goofy around you.

You also shared a love of writing and creativity, and Eddie loved reading your short stories, offering you feedback in his signature “loud and passionate” style.

Over time, Eddie began to notice how his feelings for you were shifting.

It started with the little things - like how his heart raced when you laughed at his jokes or how he couldn’t stop looking at you when you skated by.

He’d brush it off, thinking it was just a passing infatuation, but it became more than that.

Every time he’d find himself lingering a little longer around you, getting lost in your conversations, or holding onto every word you’d say, he knew something had changed.

It happened one night when you were both sitting on the couch, just the two of you, watching an old horror movie.

Frankenstein.

Eddie had been quiet for a while, his hand resting beside yours on the couch cushion.

Without thinking, he reached out and took your hand in his, squeezing it gently.

His heart skipped a beat when you didn’t pull away, but instead, you gave him a soft, knowing smile.

“Eddie,” You said softly, breaking the silence. “What’s going on in that head of yours? You gettin' scared?”

He hesitated for a moment, then looked at you, his expression more vulnerable than you’d ever seen. “The movie is not why I'm scared. I think I like you. A lot. More than a friend, actually.”

You were shocked, "I feel the same..." But that knowing smile reappeared, "But are you sure you're not scared?"

Eddie rolled his eyes, "Ugh, I hate you." Groaning dramatically, and letting his head fall into your lap.

"Mmm, from what you just confessed, I'd beg to differ."

From there, your relationship grew into something special.

Eddie was surprisingly romantic - he might not always show it, but the way he’d leave little notes for you in his music sheets, or the way he’d surprise you with your favorite band’s merch, told you everything you needed to know.

His love language was all about sharing moments of creativity with you, like writing songs together or improvising riffs while you skated.

He adored seeing you smile and laugh, and he’d make it his mission to do just that - whether it was through a cheesy pick-up line or by surprising you with a spontaneous roller skating date.

Yes, he'd skate for you.

Or at least try...

He holds your hand with a death grip.

Your connection was rooted in a deep friendship, but the love between you two felt like it had always been there.

~~~

My Hero Academia;

Dabi -

You were both on opposite sides of a tense situation - Dabi, a member of the League of Villains, and you, an unknown force trying to take down his group.

You clashed a few times, and though you hated his guts, you couldn’t help but feel drawn to his cynicism and dark humor.

It was only a matter of time before your paths collided again - this time, face-to-face, in a far less hostile situation.

He might’ve been trying to burn you alive, but you somehow managed to talk your way out of it.

Go you!

The two of you clashed with words more than anything.

His sharp, cutting sarcasm clashed against your unyielding spirit.

You started to realize that there was something more behind his angry exterior, but you refused to admit it to yourself.

Over time, you found yourself working against him more often, but you couldn’t deny the intense pull you felt when you two were in the same room.

He had a knack for making your heart race - not from fear, but from the complexity of his presence.

Dabi would occasionally find a reason to strike up conversations with you, whether it was mocking your lack of fear or pushing you to show what you were really made of.

You knew he wasn’t the kind of person to trust, but somehow, in the midst of all the fighting, you’d seen little moments of vulnerability in him - when his guard would slip just a fraction.

He was a dangerous man, but there was something raw and honest about his pain that you couldn’t ignore.

The confession came in a battle, of all places.

You were both on opposing sides and in the heat of the moment, after the dust had settled, Dabi simply turned to you and muttered, “You think you’re the only one who’s messed up? I don’t give a damn about anyone else, but there’s something about you…”

Before you could respond, he grinned darkly and added, “I’m not good for you, you know that, right?”

And yet, the way he said it didn’t sound like a threat - it sounded like a confession, like he was trying to convince himself more than anything.

Your relationship with Dabi would be complicated, messy, and intense.

He wasn’t the type to show affection the conventional way, but his actions spoke louder than words.

When you were in danger, Dabi would always find a way to get to you first - whether it was to save you from a fight or to drag you out of harm’s way.

At times, his dark humor would clash with your more grounded perspective, but that only made your connection even more compelling.

Dabi’s love wasn’t gentle - it was fierce and consuming, like a fire that you had no choice but to dance with.

Honestly, slay queen.

Punk/metal dark romance Beauty and The Beast vibes going on here.

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