#he looks so offended when he put his chopsticks down lmao

[nishiki]

disturbing aegyo

[tomsrebeleyebrow]

No Judgement | peter parker x chubby!fem!reader

@juliebean247​ asked: Hii! I’m pretty new to tumblr but I’ve read most of your work and I’m in love with it all!! I dunno if you do peter x reader (if you don’t that’s ok, just ignore lmao) but maybe where we have chubby!reader who jokingly puts herself down all the time and peter just kinda snaps at her for doing it because he can’t stand the comments she makes- because he’s crushing on her...? Again- you don���t have to do this one or you can change it up!

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Summary: You are you, and damn you love it. Everyone knows it too, and they love you. Joking about yourself is common. But as soon as you feel down, you can’t stop but put yourself down. Sometimes harshly. And Peter can’t take it anymore.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Chubby!Fem!Reader

Warnings: angsty (mention of fat shaming, insecurities), a tiny bit of language (nothing too bad) but fluff at then end 

Word Count: 1945

A/N: first time (really) writing about our Spidey boy! 🎉🕷 also I kinda take my time with writing so sorry it took me a bit 😅 but I only feel accomplished when Like what I write sooooo bare with me please? 🙄🙊 anyway! thank you for your request sweetheart, I hope you will all like this little angsty fluffy as much as I do~ ��� AND LOVE YOURSELF BECAUSE YOU’RE ALL BEAUTIFUL!!! 💖💜💖💜

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To hell with all beauty standards and perfection stereotypes!

You love your body as it is, from the smallest imperfection on your face to your curves and extra skin. And needless to say you are proud to show it. But sometimes other people’s look can be harsh on you, full of judgements as they don’t even know you but any opportunity is an open door to criticism.

So you got use to it like you didn’t care, and even made fun of it. More like made fun of yourself, actually.

“Man, her legs put together are the size of one thigh of mine!” you chuckle as you eat in the cafeteria next to MJ, Peter and Ned. All the table look at who you are talking about.

MJ playfully elbows you in the waist as she drinks her glass of water. “Shush (Y/N), everyone compares Bethany as a walking chopstick anyway.”

“I knoooow” you reply with a playful tone, munching on your pasta.

“You also look like chopsticks MJ, like from head to toes. Damn girl, you could just fly away with the wind!” you giggle while trying to steal in MJ’s plate. “And I will just stick to the ground like a pole!”

Even if you are laughing at yourself, you are actually the only one. You don’t catch MJ rolling her eyes with an exasperated sigh, Ned being kind of confused and Peter... well, clearly being annoyed.

“Alriiiiiight you little brat, stop talking crap ‘cause you still have to explain the last lesson to me before next class starts” grumbles MJ as she stands, her now empty tray in hand before taking it away.

“Yup girl, coming!” you announce, wiping your mouth with a paper napkin.

Peter follows each of your moves. All done eating you too stand, put your bag on your back and take your tray ready to follow MJ, who is already waiting for you near the exit of the cafeteria.

“Alright guys, see you in chemistry!” you happily sing while showing your biggest smile to the boys before leaving the table to join MJ.

The constant chattering of the students in the background hides the silent at the table. Ned finishes his yogurt before talking to Peter, but he stops himself when he notices his friend’s face. Tensed. Annoyed. And sad maybe? Ned has actually an idea of what is bothering his friend so much but knowing Peter’s personality, it would be a waste of time. Better to skirt the issue.

“(Y/N) is acting a bit weird recently, don’t you think?”

Peter only hums, more focus on mixing what is left of his yogurt than anything else right now. Head low and furrowed eyebrows, he keeps staring at actually nothing, just being lost in his thought and thinking. 

Thinking a lot, yes. About you. About how much you put yourself down way too much recently.

He can’t laugh at your cheeky comments anymore. He just can’t.

* * * *

Chemistry is your last class of the day, thanks the lords. You are finally reunited with all your three best friends so, hopefully the hours will pass by faster.

MJ writes (more like scribbles) lazily the answers for the report your duo has to give back at the end of the lesson, while you are the one having fun mixing whatever there is in the test tubes. Then you take an empty one and look through it.

“MJ, look” you whisper to your friend, trying to catch her attention. At first she doesn’t even care to turn her head towards you, until you insist by calling-whispering her name until she finally deigns to glance at you. Not really understanding what you want to show her, MJ brings her lab stool closer to you and frowns as she looks through your test tube. You brings the tube closer to both your faces.

“Look, Lara’s ass is as big as mine now” you kind of try to whisper, as well as not laughing out loud to not get reprimanded by the teacher.

In fact the glass tube deforms everything you look at when watching through it. And in that case, it is changing the shapes of your comrade’s bottom. MJ seems unimpressed and with her well-known bitch resting face, the girl simply goes back to her writings but not without sending you “are you serious?” glances.

Little did you know Peter could hear all your conversation, even three desks behind. The displeased look on his face is immediately showing and he almost breaks the pen he is using to write on the due paper. The slight crack of the plastic draws Ned’s attention.

“Dude, that’s my favourite pen!”

“Sorry, mate” grumbles Peter, putting the pen down and he sighs, leaning his elbows on the lab desk. He exhales loudly while ruffling at his hair. 

“You should talk to (Y/N), don’t you think so?” declares Ned as he takes two test tubes in his hands to deal with their contents. “You know, just to tell her how you feel and stuff like that.”

“I don’t know, man” retorts Peter with a low voice, his head now hidden in his arms. “I just- I can’t just say “hey (Y/N), stop running yourself down all the time because you are gorgeous in every way and I had a crush on you since high school and-”

“Peter stop, you’re mumbling like a freak” exclaims Ned, hoping to end his friend’s suffering. “Seriously, I noticed the face you do when she jokes about herself. I mean, maybe she’s not feeling great so you talking to her might sort things out somehow?”

Peter processes Ned’s words as his eyes follows you when you go ask something to the teacher. There is something about the kindness that emanates from your pretty eyes, the pink outline of your lips, the unique way your hair curves perfectly around your round face, but mostly your hourglass figure. Sometimes the boy finds hard to keep his eyes up. But you look so beautiful to him. That is mainly the reason why Peter can’t accept hearing you badmouthing about your appearance anymore.  

* * * *

The ringing bell announces the end of today’s lessons. Students are now filling every corridors, some going to their locker and other already leaving the building.

“I need to take some books in my locker, you coming with me MJ?” you ask your friend.

“Sorry, my mum’s picking me up ‘cause we’re going to my grandma this evening so I have to hurry” explains MJ, not too excited about the thought of it.

“I need to go to my locker too” Peter jumps into the conversation. He directly stares at you, a determined look on his face.

“Oh, uhm- alright then!” you cheer blushing a bit, still taken aback by Peter’s serious tone.

You wave goodbye at MJ and Ned as you start walking to your locker, Peter following close to you and receiving two discrete thumbs up from Ned. 

The main school corridor is now more empty, the steps of the last students resonating and almost fading little by little. You and Peter stop in front of your lockers, them being next to each other and just do your own things by taking and putting down what you need or not. Peter is more like fiddling with stuff, pretending to do something while his goal was obviously talking to you.

When he ears you zipper your backpack shut and close your locker, he violently - but not intentionally - slams his close a bit too harsh, making the loud metallic slap resonate in the empty corridor. You jump at that too and Peter just wants to facepalm himself at his own stupidity. 

“Err (Y/N), can- can we talk?” the boy mutters, now shy because of his sudden loose of confidence.

“Sure Pete, about what?”

Peter gulps as you stare at him, waiting for what he has to say. He is nervous now. How will you react? Good or bad? Will you ignore him after that talk because he offended you or misunderstood the situation? Will you-

“Peter? You’re alright?”

Your soft and worried voice suddenly takes him out of his mixed up thoughts.

“You’re gorgeous (Y/N).”

That is indeed straight to the point. Totally. First you blink a few times, not sure if you heard it right but seeing Peter’s serious face says it all. Your whole face is now blushing at his sudden compliment.

“P-PETER WHY DO YOU-”

“(Y/N), you are the most beautiful girl I know. Like in every way possible. You’re kind, smart, funny, a bit nerdy, outgoing, sometimes eccentric too but it’s part of your personality. But you’re also gorgeous in the way you dress because it shows your beautiful shapes off. You have nothing to be ashamed of in comparison to any other girl. You’re unique and I love everything about you, starting with your cheeks because they’re so round and full, but also your waist because its highlights your defined hips and I could go on and on for hours. It’s everything a boring, shy, awful and introvert guy like me loves. So please, stop putting yourself down all the time. You don’t deserve it and never you will. I don’t like that and I just want you to know that I loved you since high school and that I-”

You cut Peter off in his mumbling by putting both your hands on his mouth. When he finally stops - also remembering to breath again -, he finally notices how much your face and ears are red. You avoid looking at him, still not fully processing all the compliments and obvious declaration of love. Your heartbeats could almost break through your ribcage and your mind is a mess.

Seeing you conflicting with yourself, Peter takes your hands off his mouth and gently keep them in his. His look tries to search for yours.

“(Y/N), I’m serious about what I said. You know I’m awful with words but... Trust me when I say I love everything about you, a lot, so please love yourself as much as I do.”

After calming down a bit, you dare to look at Peter again, his eyes soft and reassuring. You are still at a loose of words because nobody said any of the beautiful things Peter just did to you. Nobody. And it warms your heart knowing that someone loves you how you are. You love it even more because you know it is Peter.

Peter squeezes your hands and with a impulse out of nowhere, he lightly pecks the corner of your mouth. He then moves his face back, smiling warmly at you.

“When you’re with me, there is no judgement (Y/N).”

“J-Jeez, Peter...” you stutter, you face still red of shyness.

“I’m walking you back home, come on” Peter mans himself up, noticing the school is completely empty with not a sound around. Detaching his hands from you, he picks your backpack up to give it to you. You take it with wobbling  hands, muttering a shy “thanks” before putting it on your back. Now ready to go, Peter extends one hand for you to take and this time, you don't have to be told twice. 

Hand in hands, fingers intertwine, you both walk through the long corridor, only you two remaining here. Peter’s warm hand reassures you in a strange way. But you like it. 

And you can’t stop the content smile growing on your face as you sneak a look at the boy who just proved you are worth it. Inside out. From head to toes.

And boy do you love this feeling.

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[kirishwima]

bakugou saying I belong with you , make it fL u fF plsss

bruh....this is so old that i know u dont even use this blog anymore lmao aaaaaa but im gonna answer anyway cuz i wanted to write some kiribaku anyway lmao

******

Sometimes the world feels...bleak.

It’s just how it is, he figured. Everyone surely goes through it? The moments where everything feels gray, colours desaturate until they bleed away, how time feels slower, water trickling like blood from a wound-he’s used to the feeling, greeting it like an old friend, the stillness, the quietness-how his brain numbs, his heart beating mechanically and yet not at all.

Except...it shouldn’t be normal to feel this so often, is it?

Kirishima knows he does a good job hiding it.

He looks away and spots Kaminari approaching his desk with a wave and he grins, razor sharp and eyes half-lidded, crows feet already begining to take place beside the corners of his eyes, even at this age-a tell tale sign of his cheerful disposition. Yet how much of it is him? How much of this is Kirishma?

He hears his own voice greet friends with excitement, he feels his body walk to the cafeteria, his hands move animatedly as he talks and his friends listen-he should be happy right? They like him, they enjoy his company...right?

Nothing feels real sometimes. It’s as if there’s a glass wall between himself and who he wants to be, and he’s standing there, looking at it with apathy-of course he can break it; he’s cracked it already, with the confidence he began to build ever since joining UA, yet is it enough? Can he breathe through the cracks? Would taking a hammer to the wall help?

Would it change him?

“Oy.”

A shove to his shoulder and he’s snapped out of his thoughts; his pair of chopsticks’s in one hand, the other a fist his cheek rests on. He looks to the side and notices him-Bakugo, his own chopsticks set down as he shoved at Kirishima with furrowed brows.

Kirishima shook his head. Of all the people-Bakugo is the last one he’d like to worry. Especially not now that they’re dating-the relationship is far too new for his anxieties to seep into it.

“You’ve been spacing out a lot man. I think it’s something you do often unconsciously but like-is everything okay?” Sero spoke up from across Kirishima.

Worried gazes all rested upon him and he shivered at the attention, bile rising in his throat.

“Of course! I’m just an airhead, you know me” he grinned, bringing an awkward hand to his neck.

Bakugo clicked his tongue. “You’re calculative as fuck. If anyone’s an airhead it’s Pikachu over there.”

“Hey!” Kaminari yelped, throwing an offending pickle from his plate onto Bakugo-and chaos ensued.

Even so, Kirishima laughed-genially, cheerfully, to the point of tears.

These were his friends. The people he loved.And he’d be damned if he worried them ever again.

****

The end of the day found him with his hair still dripping, a towel wrapped around his shoulders, his cheek on Bakugo’s pillow as he waited for his boyfriend to get back to his room after a shower.

In this quiet lull with the sun setting, the dinner he ate making him full and drowsy, he let his mind drift-to what he was, what he is, what he could be.

Was he enough? As he is, as he really is-could he ever be enough?

...Was he enough for Bakugo? 

With a rough demeanor yet actions gentler than one could think-how he could stroke his knuckles over Kirishima’s ribs like a prayer, yet use that same fist to punch a man into oblivion-the contrast that made Kirishima’s heart swell with love, with pride;

Was he only bound to drag Bakugo down?

His insecurities always found a way to tie him down like vines, like quicksand licking at his feet, begging him to stop hanging on, to let himself drown-how was he to combat that? Were his lies enough to push them away? Fake it ‘till you make it, doesn’t everyone say that?

He heard the door click open and then shut but didn’t move-he didn’t have the energy to. Around Bakugo at least-at least here he could let a glimpse of himself show.

Bakugo walked, sat on the bed as he looked to Kirishima’s laying form with a frown.

“Feel refreshed?” Kirishima asked with a tired smile.

Bakugo nodded.

“Mmm, then let’s watch something on youtube for a bit; I don’t feel like studying yet.”

“You never feel like studying” Bakugo noted with a smirk. Kirishima merely rolled his eyes, nudging at Bakugo with his foot.

There was a soft moment of silence as Bakugo shifted to lay beside Kirishima, yet he made no move to turn and grab his laptop to put something on; he merely looked to Kirishima, bringing a hand forth to trail his cheek, his jaw, cusping his face in his palm.

“You’re not an airhead. You don’t just ‘space out’ or whatever so...do you wanna tell me what’s actually goin’ on?”

Kirishima bit his lip. No. No this-this was too soon.

Bakugo frowned, his fingertips applying gentle pressure on the juncture between Kirishima’s jaw and neck; his pulse rose.

“What’s going on in that shitty brain of yours, hm? Tell me.”

Kirishima sighed. He knew silence would only make it worse-and deep down, he trusted Bakugo. Even if he was scared, he trusted him, Bakugo’s saved him time and time again-

“That means you’re pretty damn strong”, he remembers those words, an ointment for his wounds each time his fears got the better of him.

“Do you think-do we belong together?”

“Ha?!”

“No, don’t-just hear me out” Kirishima begged, shifting to follow Katsuki’s hand as it moved away-he gripped it, interlaced it with his as he brought Bakugo’s knuckles close to his lips.

“I’m just-you know by now don’t you? It’s not like I can hide it from you. In here-” he moved their interlaced hands to knock at his temples with a sad grin, “in here it’s fucked up Katsuki. I don’t space out, yeah-I get drowned in these thoughts and-when I’m fighting I learnt to push them down so they don’t distract me, but any other time they just eat me up and-are you okay with me? Like this?”

Bakugo didn’t reply.

He moved his hand away, only to lean up and over Kirishima, his hands on each side of Kirishima’s head, trapping him in place.

He leaned down, kissed him once, twice, soft and quick before leaning back up.

“I belong with you.”

He put a finger on Kirishima’s lips before he could protest.

“No, you talked already, you don’t get to talk more-right now you just shut up and listen to what I gotta say because I’ll never repeat it, yeah?”

Kirishima nodded.

Bakugo took in a deep breath. He sat up, urging Kirishima to follow suit, the two boys sitting cross-legged on the bed across each other.

“I’ve never-fuck, I don’t know, I never knew how to deal with...feelings and stuff” Bakugo started, rolling his eyes at his own eloquency. “I thought I was better than everyone and I guess, I found out I’m not, the hard way. But I still acted like it, and I know I still do-maybe less so, but I know it’s something I gotta fix.”

He looked up, meeting Kirishima’s confused gaze with his own steady bright eyes.

“But you saw through all that, didn’t you? You sure as hell didn’t fall for me ‘cuz I’m an asshole” he laughed, earning a small huff of laughter from Kirishima.

He sighed, running a hand thorugh his hair. “What I’m trying to say is-we’re messes, but we’re messes together. And yeah, you got a fuckton of stuff you gotta fix up here” he pointed to his own temple, “but I do too. And uh-I guess we can work on this stuff together. What do you say?”

Kirishima didn’t have an answer.

Instead he leaped into Bakugo’s embrace, kissing his face, his nose, his lips.

They were messes, yeah.

But they weren’t facing it alone.Not anymore.

******