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oldtowrs · 2 years ago

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𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐎 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄──✧₊∘

𝐚𝐧 𝐞��𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 / 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐲!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜

part one // part two

✧₊∘ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - jason and his cult of "balls-in-laundry-baskets" jocks make fun of the reader for her size. and while she tries to keep it from him, eddie loves his girl - size and all - and knows her silence a little too well. he vows to take matters into his own, ring-laden hands. but not before he can make his best girl feel better [5.2k].

✧₊∘ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 - hello! aahhh first eddie munson fic! I'm so excited to share this with you all because I love this idea, and us chubby/plus size girlies need some love - especially from our soft metalhead boy. so please enjoy. like reblog comment, leave feedback etc. if you liked it... tell me you liked it! thanks!!!

also special thanks to @luveline @letterstotheflre @inklore and @ringpop-poppy . their eddie fanfics are so well written and lovely and the way they write eddie is perfect. reading their works inspired me to write my own. so please, if you like eddie, or even steve or nancy, go! check! them! out!

✧₊∘ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 - PLEASE READ BEFORE INTERACTING. SPOILER FREE. mentions and descriptions of bullying based on size/weight. swearing. like one sexual innuendo, but its really mild. reader is described to be feminine, and uses she/her pronouns. plus size/chubby!reader. slight nerd!reader. slight shy!reader. supportive, caring bf!eddie. slight angst. hurt/comfort. fluff. eddie just loves his soft, squishy girlfriend too much. mentions of scrapes and bruises on the reader's hands. could be triggering for those who are heavier than others, those with ED’s, etc. read at your own discretion.

radio silence. that was all that eddie had gotten from you all day. just radio silence.

ever since eddie munson had placed a tender kiss to your hairline, pressed your advanced biology textbook - complete with detailed notes from last night’s study session - into your hands, and wished you the best of luck and a fond farewell, all before first period… you had been silent.

you hadn’t even shown up to lunch. you hadn’t graced eddie and his table of outcasts like the angel you were, coming down from on high with a radiant smile and a blush blooming on the plump curves of your cheeks. he had even scanned the room for you too. you hadn’t sat with the other nerds like you occasionally did after a big exam - discussing answers and arguing about sciency stuff even though they all knew you continued to outrank them through and through. no, you weren’t with the nerds, nor the band kids, nor the artists. he had even, albeit foolishly, looked towards the jocks, the cheerleaders and the populars - but you were nowhere to be seen. radio silence.

maybe you were busy he thought - surely you had some other test or an essay or some math assignment to stress about, setting yourself up on a little desk in the corner of the library until the bell for fifth period rang. but you would’ve told him, wouldn’t you? eddie confirmed a negative on both accounts when he had asked the librarian if you had wandered in amongst the shelves during lunch.

from the satan’s asshole that was hawkins high, all the way through the woods, and through the trailer park before skidding to a halt in front of eddie’s trailer there was radio silence. nothing. he had put on everything from judas priest to exodus and you hadn’t even once laughed at his hair - wild from the wind ripping through the open windows and his incessant head banging. nor had you given him that sweet smile and a shake of your head at his theatrical mouthing of the lyrics to his favorite metallica songs like you usually did. you hadn’t even asked to put on kate bush instead, nor the new smiths album that you had been raving about months before it’s release. you hadn’t even asked to put on kate bush.

and that’s how eddie munson knew something was wrong.

“doll?” eddie asked then as he turned the key, his voice gentle in the newfound silence where the rattle of the engine had been only moment ago. “is something wrong?”

you had turned yourself to face the window in an attempt to hide - he knew - and despite the rather large amount of dust accumulating on the windows of his van, he could see you biting your lip in your reflection. eddie immediately saw it for what it was -- an effort to keep quiet as you shook your head.

eddie couldn’t stand it for much longer, this static feeling of uneasiness that had settled in the silence, the space, between the two of you. and what was worst was eddie didn’t know what had gone wrong, or what he had done wrong. and that meant he didn’t know how to fix it.

“was it the test?” eddie asked, lifted his pointer finger - the one adorned with a chunky black metal band carved and polished to resemble a braid of chain - to brush a strand of fallen hair behind your ears. “because if it is, i’m sure you did great - wonderful even. i’m sure of it”

you turned to face him then, eyes downcast and supple lip swollen from your incessant worrying. his thumb joined his pointer finger and soon he was caressing the soft wispy strands just behind your temple. “you studied so hard this past week.”

he was being so sweet, tooth-rottingly so. but how could you tell him the truth behind your mopiness? how could you tell him - with those eyes of deep mahogany and sun-warmed honey, and sweet smile - what jason and his pack of idiots had done. how could you tell him all the mean things that had come out of his mouth - about how someone like you could never be loved, even by someone like him. you were too… much - in the physical sense that was - for someone to truly love you. too wide in some places, too soft and pliant in others — just too much. your skin was not taught and sun-soaked tan like theirs. yours spilled over the tops of your jeans ever so slightly, and strained against the threads of your shirts. you were just too much and of course, no one could truly love that, right?

and then, when you had tried to walk away from it all - get back to eddie and the rest of the hellfire club - he had his cult of basketball jocks and populars chased you, pushing and pinning you to the ground in their sick revelry, and ripping your beloved biology textbook from your hands before dumping all the notes you had spent so long working on for a week prior onto the ground.

those notes had held the essence of eddie’s cigarettes and weed, buried somwhere under the redolence of his musky cologne mingled with your soft, powdery perfume. the ink of your ballpoiont pens had held the memories of all his stupid little jokes he had made to see you smile. and, to make it all worse, the last heavy-handed shake from one of jason’s cultish teammates had sent a small folded up sticky note, decorated with eddie’s unruly scrawl, fluttering to the ground.

jason had plucked the note from the pile, and read it in his snobby, slightly accented snear, twisting the words from eddie’s love-laced tongue as he read them aloud.

i love you, my beautiful girl.

“‘my beautiful girl?’” the words still rung in your head, the devilish chuckle looping endlessly. “you are the farthest thing from beautiful, and not even the devil himself would ever love something like you. not even that freak, eddie munson.”

you had cried then. you knew you shouldn’t have let jason have that satisfaction. but the tears had flowed and you couldn’t stop them as he had ripped the note to pieces and sauntered away laughing. you had hoped that maybe eddie would take those pieces, now gathered into a crumpled pile in the pocket of your jacket, in his loving, ring-laden and callused hands. maybe, if you asked him nicely enough, he’d tape them back together in between the kisses he would laid to your now scraped-up hands and your puffy, tear-stained cheeks. maybe he’d make things right in your heart again.

but that would involve telling eddie. and knowing eddie, he would -- although you believed blindly - set himself aflame and burn. and you didn’t want to see what eddie would do to jason after he emerged from the ash and the flame. you liked eddie, soft and kind and dorky and nerdy and loving eddie. it wasn’t that you wanted eddie to stay stagnant, no. heaven and hell both knew that would be impossible. you just liked to see him glowing with happiness, for you knew he had been awarded precious little of it in his lifetime. it was what he, in all his deliberate sunshiney-ness and kind disposition, deserved.

telling him would only make things worse, you had decided with knees pressed into cold, linoleum tile and tears blurring your vision.

“it’s not the test, eds,” you finally sighed. “the test was fine. i’m fine.”

“and that is how i know you’re not,” said eddie, as he tapped a finger gently upon the tip of your nose before allowing his touches to continue their tender merrymaking about your face.

he leaned over and pressed a kiss to your cheek, but not before grabbing the door handle with his unoccupied hand, those big brown eyes never leaving yours, and kicked it wide open. the last of october’s leaves had fallen to the ground and crunched underfoot as eddie slid out of the van and made his way around the hood to open your door in the same dramatic fashion. he gathered your textbook in his arms and slung both your backpacks over a leather-jacket-covered shoulder. and then, with dark chunky rings reflecting the cool november light, he extended a hand, fingers splayed wide and awaiting the warmth of your touch -- a delicacy eddie had been craving all day.

“come, sweetheart,” he said, voice softening to a shadow of his usual cadence, dulcet and adoring in its low tones. “the shire awaits us.”

a slight huff of laughter had eddie’s gaze darting up to your lips and - oh. there was that sweet little smile of yours - the shy tug of emotion at the corners of the supple lips that eddie could never get enough of. god, was he smitten.

you placed your hand in his, with the lingering remnants of your smile and fingers poking out of your sleeve as you still tried to hide jason’s damage from your doting boyfriend.

but your luck was beyond terrible today: and eddie - though sweet in his intentions - slipped prying fingers beneath the cuff of the sleeve and pushed it back to reveal the soft skin on the back of your hand. and, just as he had begun to bring your fingers, with fingernails painted that marblescent gray he so dearly loved and adorned with rings so dainty compared to his own, upward to the warmth of his lips, eddie stoped. those prying fingers had froze over the scrapes that had scabbed over where the soft, delicate skin of your palm had broken and that had begun to bruise in the places where it hadn’t. a wince tore the smile away from your lips in an instant and confusion darkened eddie’s normally bright brown eyes, their doe-like softness ebbing away in an instant.

“doll, what-”

“i fell,” you substituted all to quickly, pulling your hand away from eddie’s loving touch. in fact, you pulled away from eddie entirely, casting your eyes downward as you slipped from the seat. “at lunch, i fell. it’s not a big deal.”

“hey,” eddie said, worry entangling with love and spilling from his tongue as he reached up to brush away the hair that had fallen from behind your ear in your endeavors, returning it to a place that he so dearly loved -- a place that afforded him the joy of seeing your lovely features. “don’t pull away from me, sweetheart. okay?”

his lips were a welcomed warmth as he pressed them to your forehead in a loving kiss as the tips of his fingers lost themselves in the hair at the nape of your neck as if to cradle your head - just there above the delicate skin along your hairline where the days stress had built up- before eddie slipped his free arm around your shoulders.

“come on, let’s go inside.”

the warmth of eddie’s trailer greeted you the moment you stepped inside, the homey smell of coffee, the earthy scent of eddie’s weed and the heady musk of his uncle cigarettes, old vinyls and dust. it was a odd blend of things, but it felt like home -- a sanctuary where it was just you and eddie. no jason, no societal expectations, no bullying and rude nicknames and taunting. just the two of you.

and ever since eddie had insisted the two of you read the hobbit together, you had even taken to calling it the shire. it had started as just a little joke between the two of you. but the name had taken up more space in your mind and weigh a little heavier in your heart as of late - especially on days like today. it was where you could always go to feel at peace. it was the small comforts - much like bilbo baggins’s tea and the many goods of his pantry - that made you feel content and safe. and eddie -- eddie with his arm wrapped around you as he lead you down the small hallway to his room, eddie with love in his eyes and adoration in his heart of hearts -- was the best of those comforts. he always had been.

and so it was no surprise when he let the backpacks fall from his shoulder and hit the floor with a soft thump, the textbook soon following suit as his hands preferred the company of yours to the words and concepts bound in heavy paperboard. tose hands tethered you to him, keeping you grounded in him and the present as he lead you gently toward his bed until the back of his knees hit the edge of the mattress. he sat down heavily and pulled you in so close the heady scent of him - some heavenly blend of musky cologne, leather and weed smoke - flooded your senses.

his chin tilted upward, his lean and muscled neck extending elegantly until he could properly meet your gaze - until those doe eyes of his bore into your soul with a warmth so uniquely him that it warmed you against the cool air infiltrating the little sanctuary you had found with him. his hands guided yours to the back of his head, almost begging you to lose yourself in the mess of his curls instead of the raging storm of thoughts in your head. his hands were mischievously sweet in their endeavors as they crept up under the hem of your baggy shirt, seeming to kiss the soft valleys and many hills of your sides with a reverence so sweet it verged on the edge of utter devotion -- perhaps, even worship.

“come on, sweetheart,” he said, voice weak, if not pleading, and not far off from the soft, cracked sort of mumble that seemed to overcome his voice in the aftermath of one of his smoke sessions. “you’ve been avoiding me all day. talk to me. what’s up?”

“it’s not you, eds,” you said, voice becoming equally as soft. “i promise.”

“then what is it?” he asked, a modicum of his worry turning his voice melancholic as he reached up to cradle your cheek in his hand, to run the backs of his fingers along the soft skin of your temple… to soothe you in the only way he knew how. a small seed of comfort burrowed its way into his heart and a small smirk pulling at his lips in a lopsided grin as he watched the way your eyebrows pinched together ever so slightly as you leaned into the touch “can’t have my pretty girl feeling sad all by herself.”

he twirled a little loop of your hair around his finger then, thumb still roving the now blushing apples of your cheek as though he could work his love into the most fundamental parts of you through his minstrations. “talk to me, baby.”

“it was just a long day,” you sighed. you wanted to tell him what happened, ask him if he really did love you in your entirety, even though your entirety was a little bit more than others.

but how could you? it felt like an insult to ask eddie if he really loved you. eddie, who always gave you little cassette tapes of songs he thought you would like, who showered you in compliments so genuine and sweet, who had learned the behaviors of your body with record speed. he knew every facial expression, every way in which you tried to hide yourself when insecure and how you expressed yourself when happiness and passion took over. no, you couldn’t question the love of someone who made it so apparent in everything he did and who was oh so sweet about it too.

“something happened at school, but it not that big of a deal.”

a small gasp fell from your lips as his touch fell and wrapped like burning wildifre around your thighs as he hiked you up into the air and spun you around in circles. he laughed as your legs straddled his hips tightly and your arms hugged you close in his revelry. he acted as if you weighed nothing more than a feather, as if you weren’t too much. he spun you around as if he knew what jason had said, as if he had been there and felt that ache burning in your lungs, in your throat, in the tears that pricked your eyes just as strongly as you did. he acted as if he wished to soothe your aching heart by pouring as much love into your being as he could. and he did. it didn’t matter the cost.

as long as eddie got to see you, his sweet girl, his love, with happiness dancing along your lips and in the air of your laughter as it fell from them… it didn’t matter.

and the moment the two of you - a tangle of love and limbs and laughter - hit the mattress, those wonderful hands of his left the pliant skin of your thighs - thighs that now straddled him as you sat atop his lap - and found the sides of your face. his lips were a plush and pillowy velvet as they moved against yours, the ends of his curls tickled your face as he pressed himself in close.

“there she is,” eddie sighed contentedly, tracing his love along your cheek and along the ridge just above your ear with the knuckle of his pointer finger. a little of that ache that seemed to crawl up your throat and burn your words to ash on your tongue subsided. “there’s my beautiful girl.”

and there it was again. beautiful girl.

and all of a sudden, the dull numbness crashed back over you, like waves breaking and falling into themselves over and over again until finally they slammed into the shoreline without regret or remorse. and it must’ve been evident as tears pricked and flooded your eyes, for eddie - who was always so in tune to you and your emotions - did his best to reel you back into him, back out of the surf that was tearing you asunder.

“hey.”

a soft kiss to your cheek.

“where’d you go just then?”

and another, there just beside the corner of your eye that had fluttered shut to keep the tears from falling.

you couldn’t keep it from him any longer. he didn’t deserve the worry, didn’t deserve to be dragged under the unrelenting surf with you. but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want him to drag you out, comfort you, warm the coldness that had taken over and replace it with the familiar warmth of his love.

you settled back a little, shifting your weight closer to your hips to create some space between eddie’s strong muscled chest and your soft one and fished around in your pocket for the pieces of the note. cupping them in your ripped up hands, you finally let the tears fall with a soft sigh.

eddie’s gaze fell to your hands and you felt him go still beneath you - both of you observing the true of extent of jason’s damage. the bruises had gone a dark purple and painted the once soft skin in splotchy patches around the scabs where jason’s actions had ripped your hands apart.

one of his hands, much bigger and broader than yours, soon held yours while the other turned over the pieces of paper until the strokes of black pen were recognizable.

i love you, my beautiful girl.

“oh, sweetheart…”

his voice trailed off, and you swore you saw a flash of something angry and foreign in eddie’s kind eyes as he looked back up at you. his eyebrows scrunched together as he realized the tears wetting your cheeks, as if they were washing away the saccharine sentiments he worked so hard to press into your skin.

“who did this to you?”

a sob bubbled up from the depths of your heavy breathing and burning lungs, and you tried your best to suppress it with lips screwed shut. but it only served to worry eddie more as the metalhead tried desperately to chase the tears away with gentle touches.

“jason,” you whispered out, unable to manage much more. “jason and his teammates.”

“is that what-”

“they pinned me to the ground, eddie. they pushed me and they pinned me down and tore up your note and they said that you would never actually love me because how could you w-when… when i-” you tried to explain. but your breathing had become more and more labored with each sob that fell from your lips. it was all becoming too much, and you barely recognized that eddie had pulled you close to him again, and tucked your head into his shoulder and let you cry.

“its okay. i’m right here, baby,” eddie said, pressing you further into his shoulder, hands cradling the back of your head as another sob wracked through you. “just take some deep breaths, okay? you think you can do that for me?”

a silent nod sent his breathing into a slow, deepened repetition - an example with which to ground you, remind you that he was in fact right here, loving you with all he was, with every breath. you could feel him tracing circles along your spine, perfectly in time with him. and with each breath, somewhere between the inhale and the exhale, he found a new spot along your neck or your collar bone, the shell of your ear, anything to press a tender kiss to.

“in and out, sweetheart. just like that. you’re doing so good.”

but then you pulled out of his embrace ever so slightly to look at him, and eddie felt his heart break in two. because here you were, his beautiful girl, with your cheeks flushed a red so deep it would’ve been beautiful had the tears not stained and smeared across them. his beautiful girl, with eyes swollen and puffy and shining not from the happiness you deserved, but because the tears that just wouldn’t stop flowing caught the dim afternoon light streaming through the curtains and the small windows of eddie’s trailer. his beautiful girl, who’s lip wobbled and who kept wiping at her nose because that too was overflowing in your grief.

“he said you wouldn’t love me because i’m… because i’m overweight.”

his beautiful girl who jason carver had hurt.

“oh, princess…”

eddie could feel his blood boil in his veins. but he would save that rage, so rare and foreign to his usually peaceful demeanor, for later.

“you don’t even know how pretty you are,” he said, pulling you in and mumbling the words into your hair like secrets, sealing the statement with a kiss to the tip of your ear. “even like, this, sweetheart. you are more beautiful than anyone that that asshole could pull.”

“but i’m-”

“but nothing, princess,” eddie said, pushing away strands of hair and wiping away tears with gentle likeness. “you know what i thought the first time i saw you?”

a soft hum was your only response, no more than a sniffly mumble. and eddie could feel his heart pounding in his chest, spreading the ache that lingered there throughout his whole body.

“i thought you were a literal angel, princess,” eddie said, hand sliding up your form until he could mess with the delicate necklace around your neck, a little golden chain with a circular charm attached. an “e” had been engraved in the glinting surface, and it warmed eddie’s heart that you still wore it even though he had given it to you months ago. “you were wearing that cute, white sweatshirt of yours and a little black tanktop and a pair of those mom jeans, you know the light-washed ones?”

you nodded, and cast your eyes downward. “yeah the ones that i ripped a hole in two weeks ago.”

“yeah, but your hair was all curled and you were wearing all your pretty gold jewelry you like so much. you were carrying your physics textbook, and i could just tell by the way you looked at me that you were the smartest person i was ever going to meet. you looked so sweet and cuddly, and just looking at you made me feel so warm inside, princess.”

a little huff of laughter sounded in the quiet of the trailer, in the spaces between eddie’s recollection - and eddie was sure he could feel his heart skip a beat.

“and then we had that class together, remember? that one after lunch.”

“yeah, mrs.click’s class.”

“mrs. click’s class, exactly! and you remember how she never liked to turn on the lights? something about ‘natural light being better for you’ and all that crap?”

“yeah, i could barely stand her,” you said with a small chuckle at eddie’s impersonation of the long, nasally drawl that was mrs. click’s voice.

“i walked into that class and i saw you sitting there, sun coming through the windows and lighting up your hair like a fucking halo,” eddie said, as he buried his hands into your hair once more, revelling in the way you seemed to lean into his touch then. “you didn’t mind when i sat down next to you. eddie “the freak” munson sat down next to you and you didn’t even flinch. in fact, you were the first person who didn’t look at me like i’m some kind of satanic freak or a failure, or anything. you were the first one, baby.”

eddie could feel the heat of your blush radiating from your cheek and warming his fingers, his hands, his wrists and forearms as it crept up your neck and across the bridge of your nose.

“and you laughed at that stupid joke i made. you smiled and you laughed, and i was so surprised because i would’ve never imagined you would laugh at some rebellious idiot’s joke. you remember that?”

“you’re not an idiot eddie,” you said, hiding your blush by nuzzling your cheek further into his hand.

“that was my third time taking mrs. click’s class.”

“so what?”

“well, anyway,” eddie said, feigning exasperation with a hint of teasing in his tone as he removed on of his hands from your hair to run the back’s of his hands along the softness of your jawline. “you smiled at me and i thought ‘now there’s the prettiest girl i’ve ever seen.’”

“oh, eddie,” you sighed, a semblance of that smile returning to your lips, and eddie couldn’t help but run his finger along your bottom lip, eyes trained on his movements there. “that was like two years ago. how do you even remember all that?”

a soft yelp sounded through out the room, followed by a mixture of his deep laughter and your soft chuckle as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you down with him until his back hit the mattress and the softness of your chest met and seemed melded with his.

those wide, deep pools of brown - ringed and illuminated with specks of gold in the afternoon light flooding the room - found yours and it was almost as if you could see his love dancing among those specks like stars.

“because you are unforgettable, sweetheart. and no matter what jason and his balls-and-laundry-baskets cult say, you are my beautiful girl. you and your thighs, and your soft little tummy, your arms, and oh, this sweet lovely face of yours, princess. you are my beautiful girl. always.”

your breath caught then, as eddie’s hands skirted across the skin of your collarbone and up your neck until they found their place at the sides of your face and pulled you in for a kiss. you couldn’t help but chase his lips, so warm and sweet, until the two of you moved in tandem.

“you promise?” the words were no more than a mellow whisper spoken against the skin of his lips.

eddie pressed his head into the mattress, eye roving over your face with a wild smirk illuminating his face.

“babe… have you seen your ass and tits? yeah, i promise a million times over.”

“eddie!” you scolded, the room ringing with laughter as you lightly smacked his shoulder and pushed yourself off of him until the only contact between the two of you was the weight of your thighs pressing into his lap, supported by his strong, lean hips.

“yes, i promise,” eddie amended, as his hands tangled with yours, the pieces of the note laying forgotten across his chest and the sheet below him like petals of a flower lost to the summer winds. “now, do you think you can do me a favor, sweet thing? can you go grab the tape from the kitchen for me?”

you nodded and delicately climbed off of him. your footsteps were soft thumps along the fake wooden floor as you padded out the kitchen to do eddie’s bidding. and when you returned eddie had sat up, legs crossed over one another, and had busied himself by rearranging the pieces of the note before him - like pieces of a puzzle waiting to be fitted together on the crumpled sheets of eddie’s bed.

a whisper of concentrated thanks escaped his lips as his fingers brushed yours, plucking the little roll of tape from your hand and setting to work. and when he was done, he leaned across the bed, stretching out an arm to the little table he called a desk, pens and papers from his latest campaigns strewn across the surface, to grab a red sharpie.

“what are you writing?” you asked, trying to peer around his hand to catch a glimpse of the new scribbles he hurriedly added. a smile lit up his face as leaned away, tongue poking out from between his plush lips in concentration before he folded it up, capped the pen and placed the note in your hands.

“it’s a secret, princess,” he laughed, all smiles and warm, honeyed eyes as he pulled you in close for another hug — this time, burying his face into the softness of your abdomen to press kisses to it.

“oh and one more thing, sweetness,” he said, with an intonation softer than he had spoken all day and a heart even more so. “you’re beautiful, okay? and nothing that carver and those idiots say is going to change that. not to me, not ever, okay? you’re the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen.”

“even prettier than kate bush?” you asked.

“even prettier than kate bush, baby,” he promised with a laugh.

his arms loosened around you then as he stood to press fluttery kisses to your cheek, indulging wholly in the sweet warmth radiating from them and the heated rouge that painted them - almost as if he were consuming them like a man starved and you were the most luscious form of sustenance.

“you’re my girl, okay? always. my beautiful, beautiful girl.”

and sure enough when you looked down at the note, unfolding it with loving hands and a newfound warmth in your heart, his promise rang true. i love you, my beautiful girl. ALWAYS.

©DARTHKENOBII 2022

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claireunoia · 3 years ago

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* ･ﾟ𖡼 ︎ִֶָ⁀➷

𝗛𝗔𝗟𝗙𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘 | 𝗽. 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿

「 SYNOPSIS 」 / your cute nerdy bf takes care of you during the half-time of the football game you’re cheering at ♡︎.

「 PAIRINGS 」 / nerdy!peter x black!cheerleader!femreader

「 WORD COUNT 」 / 1965

「 WARNINGS 」 / SMUT, oral (fem recieving), FLUFF, lots of it, cutie glasses wearin pete, you and peter r soooo cute, brief talks of bullying/name calling, public smut (ion know how i should word that so yeah), praising, some dirty talking, the word “baby” being use alot, its sounds like filth but it’s actual really soft lmao, a bit of dom/sub dynamics goin on but not fully goin on there, bad writing, i think thats it?

➪ author’s notes : ❝hi sexc baes, its meee. i’m finally back with a peter fic after some ages. i just wanted to get something out before i start my kinktober so i really hope u enjoy this. as always i love uu <333❞

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the infamous highschool varsity football game was currently going on tonight. your face all dolled up with glitter and pom poms shaking excitedly in your hands with your cute team uniform in place around your body, your curly hair up in two cute, huge puffs balls as you cheered on for your team and the crowd among you.

the brightest smile was plastered on your face when you made eye contact with your boyfriend up in the bleachers who was looking down at you with adoration and awe while you did and led your teams cheer routines. peter smiled even brighter as he watched you go. it still amazed him how he could be with the most perfect girl in the entire school while he’s, what everyone says, a “nerdy loser”

yeah, he’s a huge nerd with oddly big square framed glasses but he’s your nerd and he was the most amazing guy ever, and you have no doubt in your mind about that. all though peter can protect himself you was kinda like he’s protector when it comes to walking down the halls of your school.

with being the “popular girl” it came with it’s stupid perks, the jocks on the football team being one.

always picking on your peter when they see him with you in the hallways or just by himself at his locker. you always made sure to have them never even look at him again when they decide to tease him for being quiet and reserved. he’s actually not even that when he’s with you, he was the most extroverted person ever with you and you adored that you were the only person who gets to see that part of him. also another one of those perks is the other girls at your school who try to flirt with him. “oh if y/n goes out with him, he must be something” but peter being the greatest boyfriend ever always shuts them down.

when it hit halftime, you and your team were able to be dismissed to go hang out, or grab a snack from the concession stand before it was time to head back onto the field.

and of course you used this time to see peter.

peter big eyes had found you amongst the huge crowd of teenagers that were surrounding the concession area, chuckling under his breath when he saw you squeal at the sight of him coming your way.

acting like you never saw him before, you immediately threw yourself at him when he came close enough. his tone arms wrapping around your body tightly as he hugged you, giving your cheek a peck when you parted. “you looked so, so incredible out there, babe” peter compliments you, the cute little smile he always does stretched across his lips when he speaks to you.

“thank you so much, baby!” you reached up to give peter a sweet quick kiss, giggling when you saw his blushing, red cheeks at your actions.

“oh! a-are you hungry? do you want a hot dog from the stand?” even with being with peter for this long, he’ll still always become a nervous wreck when it comes to you easily and quickly. you actually don’t think it’ll ever go away.

you shake your head in a “no” manner at his question.

“just wanna be with you until i have to go back, pete”

peter smiled softly at your words, swooning for you even more when he saw your hand come up to push the glasses that were perched on his nose back up to his eyes. behind he’s lenses, his brown orbs then left from looking at your face to your tight uniform. you really did look so good. you noticed him focused on your chest and you tilted your head in amusement before poking him playfully.

“anything on your mind there babe?”

you saw him nod with a quick lick of his lips.

“can i… actually take you somewhere really quick? it’s just a little reserved spot i like to go to right around the school building?” you were about to immediately say yes to him but as your mind drifted back to the game, you sighed.

“ah baby, i can't. i have to be here and make sure i’m back on the field on time” you pout with defeat which peter sighed at. a protest rising and coming out of his own pouty lips. “i promise it won’t be far at all, baby. it’s fine if you don’t want to“ you then turned around to look at the huge scoreboard, staring at the red colored time that sat on the board in bold font.

satisfied with it, you turned back at peter with a grin spread across your face, nodding your head in acceptance at him. at your answer, peter grasped your hand with his own before taking you to the direction of the location he likes to go to during school and after.

he was right, it was really close to the game even though it's back where the school building is at. it was in fact quiet and reserved just like peter had said. it was at the back of the school building where no one was at, you could see why peter would be back there. the atmosphere just screams his name.

“so babe, what’s back here you want me to see?” you question cluelessly, looking up and the taller boy. a faint smile dancing across your features while you felt him unconsciously tighten his hold on your locked hand.

“i just thought… you looked so perfect in that uniform of yours tonight, y/n…” peter trailed off, his brown eyes gazing into yours. a little gasp exiting you when you notice a huge speck of desire swirling in his irises as he talks down to you. “watching you i just realized, i really want to please you. can i?… can i please touch you?”

at his almost desperate pleading, you swore you moaned. “fuck peter, yes you can. but you really have to hurry baby, okay? we have 10 minutes left”

peter nod his head with a bite of his lips in reply to your reminder, slowly backing you up to the brick wall of the school building. not letting another moment pass before he dropped down on his knees before you. your hands grabbing at your skirt, lifting the cloth up and holding it up so it's easier on him while he moves your cute cotton panties to the side, exposing your pussy to him.

a little, low whimper left him when he made contact at the sight of your attention-seeking cunt in front of him.

with a little hum he drove into you. his tongue coming out of his mouth to kitten lick at your puffy clit. at first taking long drags of his tongue along your whole pussy; tasting your essence first before starting flicking his tongue at your wet clit with a fast pace. the sounds of your moans and the little sounds of peters tongue clicking against you filled the air beside the drowned out noises of the football game.

“p-peteeee” you whined out, your grip on your skirt tightening tremendously when peter lifted one of your legs up to place on his shoulder. getting a better angle of your pussy. the brown haired boy taking your clit in his mouth, his lips enclosing on the sensitive nerve tightly before sucking. making your legs momentarily twitch at the sudden huge smack of pleasure that hit you like a huge bus.

nothing but whimpers and little cries leaving your lips as he ate you out which you made sure to silence the best you could. you may be in a reserved spot but you were still in public and didn’t want to draw any type of attention.

“baby you’re eating my pussy so, so g-good” you assure with little gasps and moans leaving you from left and right, knowing just how much he loves getting praises from you. when he pulled away from you he made sure to bring his fingers up to rub at you, not wanting to stop pleasuring you, even when he parts away from you.

“yeah? is this good, honey? i just wanna make you feel so good, you deserve it” peter spoke up at you with his captivating and cum-worthy whiny tone he always uses when you both have sex together. god you swear you could cum just from his voice alone.

“yes baby, it's so good, you’re so good. just keep eating me just like that, pete okay?” he nods at you in obedience, peering up at you once more with his blown-out doe eyes behind the wide frames he had on which you noticed and stopped.

“here” you reach down and grab the lenses up and off of his face so it can be easier for him to work at you.

he chuckles, a heart warming “thank you” escaping him as you took them away. you both giggled with each other for a couple of moments as you placed the glasses securely on your shirt before peter immediately went back to pleasing you.

as he licked at your folds so deliciously, he was staring right up at you. so intently and passionate, you could just tell from his eyes he loved making you feel nice and that he puts his all into it. even though peter's vision was a bit blurred due to his glasses being removed he could still make out your beautiful, melanin skin glistening in the night’s light.

“pete, m’ gonna c-cum— shit” you whimpered loudly, a little too loudly. you could feel peter smile against you, his lips smacking at your clit. pushing you further and further until you fall right off of the cliff and into the beautiful waves of pleasure. peter then in the moment noticed how your legs started to shake and twitch which was very common thing that occurs during sex with your boyfriend peter, it tells him that you’re close. he also notice how you were struggling to hold up your skirt as he kept sucking and licking at your pulsating core.

all it took was one last suck at your bud before you met your doomed high, eyes going blurry as you endured the huge orgasm. peter gave you a soft, loving kiss at the skin of your inner thigh before placing your panties back to its original spot and rising up from his knees.

giggling when he was met with your blissed out face.

“hi”

“hi, there”

you both giggle and grin at each other, yours was a bit more tiredly looking though but still bright and happy as peters smile. “you okay, love?” he questions, lips placing a delicate peck on your forehead as he soothes you down from the orgasm.

you nod in reply, “m’ more than okay, baby. thank you”

“you’re welcome, honey. are you ready to go back and take over the show once more” you laugh at his words but quickly become silent as the realization that you were cheering for the game dawned on you.

“oh my gosh! wait, peter, is my hair messed up?! please don’t tell me my edges didn’t sweat out!”

at your sudden frantic figure, peter placed his hands on your shoulders to calm you down. a sincere look in eyes so you know to just believe him. “you look perfect as always y/n. and look you only have like 3 more minutes left, let’s put some food in you quickly and head back okay? sounds good?”

you sighed, your teeth chessing up at him with nothing but love.

“sounds good”

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harrypotterjelly · 3 years ago

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Random Harry Potter Next Gen Headcanons

Victorie Delacour Weasley

ravenclaw

oldest weasley grandchild

very intelligent and popular

fashionable asf

prefect n head girl

did ballet as a child

loved it

probs a healer

a lot like fleur

Dominique Delacour Weasley

gryffindor

born in 2002

rebellious and daring

party girl

keeper on the quidditch team

got pregnant as a teen

a bit irresponsible but fiercly caring

similar to her uncle george

Louis Delacour Weasley

gryffindor/ravenclaw

gay

born in 2004

artistic

dancer

bad at maths

animal lover, adopts many strays

gets away with anything lol

tall boi

quite like his uncle charlie

James Potter II

gryffindor

born in 2004

jock

very emotional

mama's boy

tries a bit too hard

prefect

chaser on the quidditch team

captain in his sixth and seventh year

extrovert

a lot like ron and sirius

Albus Potter

slytherin

autistic

gay

born in 2006

definetely had an emo phase

taller than James since he was 13 and James was 15

terrible at quidditch

and duelling

great at potions

loves his bf scorpius

feels like the black sheep of the family

omg what if that's his patronus

a lot like lily evans and his godfather neville

Lily Potter

gryffindor

born in 2009

great seeker

everyone treats her like a baby

but in reality she can beat all her brothers in a duel

a perfect mix of harry and ginny

Rose Granger Weasley

gryffindor

lesbian

born in 2006

annoyingly good at everything

even quidditch

can be a bit snooty and arrogant

also puts too much strain on herself

prefect, head girl, leader of many student study clubs and a chaser

a lot like hermione

Hugo Granger Weasley

gryffindor

born in 2008

besties with Lily Potter

very innocent

a bit shy

quidditch obsessed

was the commentator for a bit

loves muggle studies

short boi

a lot like his grandfather arthur

Fred Weasley II

gryffindor

pan

born in 2003

mixed race!!

surprisingly, the good twin

it's weird how unlike his dad he is

prefect?? somehow

also liked history of magic and ancient runes

chess nerd

surprisingly like percy

and angelina

Roxanne Weasley

gryffindor

ace

mixed!

the rebellious twin

mcgonagalls worst nightmare

very much like her father

besties with Dominique

beater

the actual reincarnation of her uncle fred

Molly Weasley II

ravenclaw

born in 2005

the mom friend

her mum was a muggle

maths vibes

tries to be exactly like grandmother molly

Lucy Weasley

ravenclaw

born in 2008

trans mtf

she did not attend her last two years at hogwarts because she wanted to stay in the muggle world with her mum, audrey weasley

Teddy Lupin

hufflepuff

gender fluid

queer

is considered harry's son even though he is never formally adopted

gets spoiled by harry

tries to be like his dad but turns out way more like his mother

loves to have tea with molly and andromeda

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s1ithers · 3 years ago

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Thanks for the absolutely wonderful answer! You’ve clearly put a lot of thought into her characterisation!

Ok, here’s another (juicier) question about Lisi: what’s her relationship with each of the companions like? Do any of them go against her in The Last Straw?

WHAT a fun ask thank you :D

So the central broken thing in Lisi's brain that defines all her relationships is that she doesn't really see herself as an autonomous person living her own life, she is her sister's guard. When Beth's magic came in Lisi would've been 12 or 13, Malcolm sat her down, gave her the I won't be around forever talk, and spent the rest of her adolescence training her to Protect the Family & she internalized that body and soul. There's two types of people in the world, those who need protecting, and potential threats.

Isabela is her best friend on god's green earth bc she's neither of those. She doesn't need Hawke to be her protector but won't spill her secret either. It's the first time Lisi's had a real close friendship with someone as equals just bc they enjoy each other’s company, and that fills this huge void in her life. She's a much more social person than canon red!Hawke lol

I think they sort of get each other on a gut level. They both have this devotion to freedom (Bela her own, Lisi her loved ones'), they both see themselves as bad people and want to be better but are afraid it would come at the cost of that freedom. Which is such a vulnerable place to be in! The wrong people will use it against you and people who’ve never really done wrong won’t get it. So they have this bond born of finding someone at the exact right time in your life

That and they're both rowdy extroverts and get on like a house on fire

Merrill triggers her protector instinct in a big way. Seeing someone rejected by their family/clan is so abhorrent to her (especially a mage, especially one who seems so vulnerable and kid-sister-shaped), she’s super defensive of Merrill from the get go. Obvs that’s her projecting a lot and she can be overbearing, which I think Merrill sort of appreciates while she’s finding her feet but eventually does call her on it and set some boundaries in that polite-but-firm way she has, and their friendship improves a lot after that.

She gains a huge amount of respect for Merrill’s resolve & determination over the years even if she doesn’t understand what all she’s doing. Their relationship is very jock/nerd solidarity :’)

Varric is a sort of tragic friendship, two people who care for one another but fundamentally misunderstand each other until it’s too late. She thinks his storytelling is just for a laugh & doesn’t really get the extent to which it’s his way of processing life, relating to the world etc, she is not an abstract thinker in that way at all. So she never really clocks how much it means to him that she’s the hero of his stories. Likewise, I think he sort of falls for his own line a bit bc he doesn’t want to believe it’s all a show, that she just plays the hero as part of a cynical chess game with Meredith.

Of course when it turns out she’d sell Kirkwall for one corn chip, he’s devastated, she surprised he’s so surprised, and she has to get her bf out of town on the morning tide before they have a chance to talk it out.

His fence sitting on the templar issue meant she did mostly show him that false/public face though, she never fully trusted him

Aveline is fun bc her rivalry path is the only one I think really works lol, the champion & guard captain have practical reasons to keep each other in reach despite personal differences. They have a lot in common, both ex-Fereldan army, and Lisi genuinely wants to be friends at first, especially in that first year when she’s very lonely in Kirkwall. But that’s always tempered by Aveline being a templar’s wife, and from day 1 Lisi’s making a very conscious effort to butter her up & keep her friendly, to keep her from ratting Beth out. (She can be manipulative as hell, it was a big part of Malcolm’s survival training). And their relationship only gets more complicated as Aveline becomes an increasingly shady cop, but also a more valuable ally as Hawke starts making bigger & bolder political plays in the city.

I think Lisi represents Aveline’s id in a way, a fellow gnc warrior woman but charismatic, sexually confident, commits crimes, expresses (seemingly) uninhibited rage & (seemingly) remorseless violence etc. Despite disapproving her actions, methods & beliefs on pretty much every level Aveline has too much repressed envy or a sort of dark fascination to ever really cut her loose

Fenris does turn on her in The Last Straw in my game, and I think that’s probably canon. I got him to max rivalry once to see why he’d stay & it didn’t really feel earned. She never really gets past him calling Bethany a viper the first time they meet

Probably one of the other companions befriends him first, maybe Varric or Isabela, and their relationship grows more slowly from there. But he’s def the hardest one to work into her story just bc he’s so hostile to people she loves all through the game

#dragon age #da #lisi hawke #& ofc anders is her True Love #@ anyone who reads all that......i love u ♥

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dangergays · 3 years ago

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pov uhhh cute jock bf gets hit in the face a lot but he doesnt care bc it just means his pretty nerd bf fusses over him and gives him minecraft bandaids

@1small-frogs

#yes i know u take ur piercings out while playing sports i dont care theyre fun to draw #shut up lucas #lucas.ocs 💫#lucas.art 🎨#jasper kayode

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queer-and-dear-books · 3 years ago

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Title: Been Here All Along

Author: Sandy Hall

Genre: YA Fiction | Romance | Friendship | Drama | LGBTQ+

Content Warnings: (Brief) Homophobia

Overall Rating: 9.1/10

Personal Opinion: Let’s be real, you can’t go wrong with childhood best friends to lovers. The chemistry is practically built in and this particular book is so sweet. Like, tooth-achingly sweet. You’ll fall in love with Gideon and Kyle falling in love with each other. Even if it took them years to realize they’re attracted to each other.

Couple Classification: Gideon Berko X Kyle Kaminsky = Nerd X Nerd/Jock

Do I Own This Book? No.

Spoilers Below For My Likes & Dislikes:

Likes:

- It’s very sweet. Like almost tooth-achingly sweet. It’s very swoon-worthy too because I can see why these two love each other so much. Best friends to lovers might actually be my favorite trope of all time because I really don’t think you can go wrong. Their chemistry is just on display 24/7 and it’s super cute. Plus, they also have size difference too and a modern nerd-jock dynamic. As opposed to the classic nerd-jock dynamic where the jock is a bully.

- The Truth or Dare part was so good. The fact that Kyle’s dare was “Kiss the person you want to kiss most in the room” and it wasn’t his girlfriend but his presumed straight best friend. And then Gideon chose truth and came out to them all and Kyle suddenly realized he had a chance. That he hadn’t imagined that moment they’d shared on Gideon’s birthday. And then Kyle fucking gave Gideon the dare (written on paper) and I was just so giddy and gushy over it!

- Ruby is a bit of an enigma but I’m glad, when Lilah sent that mass text, she decided to fix the problem immediately. She found the binder, made sure Kyle read through it, and also apologized for every wrong she had committed. She also dumped her old friends and sat with Gideon every day to make sure he wasn’t alone when the rest of the school was basically shunning him. I respect her. I also respect that she refused to tolerate Josh calling her ex-boyfriend and her ex’s new bf pansies without hesitation. I do think she’s a good person and I’m honestly proud of her.

- Everything about the Berkos is amazing. They’re such a good and affectionate family. Not only is Ezra such a great and supportive big brother but the fact that Gideon gave him that welcome home hug made me so mushy inside because it shows how close they are. Like even if Ezra found his brother annoying sometimes, he really did look out for him. He was a protector of Gideon’s secrets and he also encouraged his little brother to go after things he wanted. He’s a good guy. Even though he’s sort of, kind of dating his little brother’s boyfriend’s ex-girlfriend. It’d be so funny for Gideon if Ruby became his sister-in-law though. And then there are, of course, his parents who don’t care that he’s gay and think he’s a good fit with Kyle.

- I love that both Gideon and Kyle made lists about all the things they love about each other. It’s so sweet and I love it so much because it shows us just how tight their bond is. And how important it is.

- The extras at the end of the book are hilarious too. I mean, Gideon really thought there was a member of 1D named Larry when that’s actually just the Louis and Harry ship name while Gideon was offended that Kyle found Harry Styles attractive at all.

- Their first date was watching The Lion King in the park and since that’s my all-time favorite Disney movie, I love it. They get bonus points from me for that.

- Buster! I love him. He’s so damn secure in his sexuality. He’s a dudebro and a jock and yet he’s one of Kyle’s other best friends and is super supportive of him and cares about him and is just such a chill and insightful dude.

Dislikes:

- Ruby, girl. You are self-centered and mildly daft. I respect you in the end overall but the way you made Kyle’s coming out about you was just wrong. And then how you had the urge to basically ruin Gideon’s life because he has everything you want. That’s not his fucking fault! But anyway, I digress. I still respect you.

- Gideon, boy, you are mildly judgmental of people and that rubs me off the wrong way. But more importantly, why did he just never consider that he was on the ace spectrum? Demisexual, hello! It would make sense why he finds Kyle attractive and no one else. Also, his mom said she was worried he’d be alone? The fuck! You don’t need to be in a romantic relationship ever to not be alone your whole life. Friends are important too, damn it.

- Speaking of which, I do not like how Gideon’s friends essentially abandoned him after the list fiasco without even giving him a chance to explain himself. Then again, he never responded to his friends’ texts but still. At least they eventually came back and I can assume, with Gideon and Kyle being back together, that the rest of the school realized the list was a misunderstanding. Also I feel like Lilah should get some sort of consequence for doing that to begin with? Ruby’s right, it was none of their fucking business to begin with. And she even told Lilah not to do a damn thing and she still did it!

#Booklr #Booksbooksbooks #Book Blog #Book Review #Book Recs #Been Here All Along #Sandy Hall #LGBTQ #Queer Books #Queer Lit #Queer Representation

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kewltie · 4 years ago

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the nerd and jock cliche, where bakugou is a frat boy on an athletic scholarship and deku is the clumsy nerd but nothing is whatt it seems because bakugou is all the professors' fav honors student) and deku is on a first name basis w/ the campus police because he keep getting arrested for various illegal actions around campus.

deku feels extremely passionate about the environment and civic duty etc and wants the world to care as much as he does!!! so he get tangled up in various issues around campus and caused all sort of problems even as he fixes them. katsuki is the v v tired bf who has to bail him out lol

ppl knows midoriya izuku before they even met him because he's famous around campus for his many colorful 'deeds' and that one time he released frogs from the biology building in protest of finding out that the school dumping their waste in the restricted woods. he's a good student but he got a rebellious streak a mile wide. rules are good only if they serve the betterment of society otherwise deku usually said fuck it which is the most hilarious thing to katsuki because izuku gets stupidly shy trying to hold katsuki’s hand but he has no problem getting right up in a bully face before getting someone punch him lol /o\.

Katsuki is the campus golden boy: stellar academic records, incredibly athletic, and tho he's blunt and prickly the school hold him high esteem because he get shit down without raising hell over unlike izuku. esp the profs because he's their star student w/o fail but he got a major flaw—his bf who all the profs dread and begrudgingly loves!!

izuku is small in size and soft in heart, but he got the soul of a harden soldier who never came back from war because he somehow always find a cause to fight for as though he cant stop fighting or he'll die. it just means he loves and cares too much for you, me, everyone, and the world!!! katsuki knows that well enough, that's why he doesnt stop izuku from doing what he does. also, because he thinks it's fucking funny to see his smol bf go up against giant foes like that sleezy sexist fuckboi in their chem class to pharmaceutical company with clenched fists. katsuki's life is just perfect growing up: good school, good friends, and annoying but supportive parents who let him have free reign so when he met izuku in their first year in college, this kid w/ the bleeding heart & bruise fist, his life got royally wrecked and he loves it.

izuku makes his life 200% more interesting with all the often weird and/or troubling things he get up to. katsuki's life was perfect but boring af until izuku steamrolled into it and fucked it up the only way he knew how—izuku may starts fight but it is katsuki who ends them. While izuku loves katsuki absolutely. he thinks katsuki is the raddest person on earth because he never hesitates, if he wants something he'll go for it w/o fail, wont even consider anything less. They actually met before this, but katsuki doesnt remember the boy he'd saved years back and now inspired.

izuku's life was a series of compromise from the ticking time bomb in his chest (literally) to the unfairness of the world because he's either too frail, too much, or too diff to ever be accepted properly but katsuki doesnt give one iota drop of fuck about it when they first met as kids. He’d moved at his pace, uncompromising and unknowingly saved izuku during one of the worst times of his life. So after finding out his savior's name, izuku cant stop looking at him and LOOKING UP TO HIM. izuku tries desperately to emulate katsuki’s no nonsense attitude just so he can have a drop of that fearless determination because he got only one life, however limited it is to save ppl, help the world, to do something and be w/ katsuki.

He’d followed katsuki to his college, reinvented himself, and finally caught the heart of the boy he'd secretly loved. he's living his life to the fullest now, no hesitation or regrets now. if he die today... he would be ok w/ it because he did everything he could. katsuki would be proud. EXCEPT izuku fights for everyone else but not for himself and katsuki once he realized all the secrets izuku have been hiding he's gonna kill him and reminds him that he isnt a one person army and that katsuki too will go to war for him so DO NOT QUIT! DONT GO GENTLE INTO THE GOODNIGHT.

Heres the thing: izuku was born with a weak heart that he inherited from his father, so he spent most of his childhood in and out of hospital. in one long hospital stay, he met another boy. blond hair, a scowling face, and a mean mouth. he'd broke both of his legs playing a game w/ his friends. they were not the only kids of the same age in the hospital but izuku was too quiet and too shy to get along w/ the other kids and katsuki didn't want to be trap in a hospital and certainly didnt want to make any new friends so ofc izuku found katsuki interesting right away.

he was drawn to katsuki's strength and his determination because even he was wearing a cast and told that he won't be able to walk in till a couple of weeks but he WANTED TO WALK SOON AND SO PRACTICE AND PRACTICE. everytime he fell he got up again and made forced his away to be better. izuku never met such a brazen soul before so he stuck close to katsuki even though katsuki ignored him and yelled at him to go away everytime but izuku persistent eventually paid off. katsuki tolerated him by his side, insisting he can't be friend w/ someone who pussyfoot around.

"just because you're sick shouldn't stop you from doing what you want. there are more to life then the four walls of your hospital room!" it's the kind of things kids who don't fully know the consequence of his actions would say but izuku took that to heart, BE BRAVE LIKE KACCHAN he thought to himself.

They’d only known each other for a few weeks before katsuki was eventually released, but izuku never forgot that boy or his vows, "when you get better, come and find me and we'll play again!" he said it was as though izuku's doesn't have a hole in his heart. LITERALLY. and he didn't watch his father die of the same disease!! look, izuku may be young and his mom and nurses coddle him but izuku knew ppl like him dont live long. there was an expiration date and he had been living w/ waiting for his heart to give out,,, but then katsuki came along!

now, with renewed interest in life izuku tried to get better and underwent several surgeries to aid his heart and maybe keep his alive just a little longer. he took HIM YEARS AND YEARS to finally be able to live some semblance of a normal life, but he still that same hesitant boy underneath all that bravado. when he tried to find katsuki again, katsuki had not only thrive outside the hospital but he was living his life to the fullest—excelling in class and in sports and he always surrounded w/ friends and ppl even though he put a fuss about them. all the while izuku was healthier now, stop relying on the hospital but he remained ever stagnant because while he was removed from the hospital and all that entailed, death still clung to him and he still hold reservation about himself, the world, and what it mean to live.mthe next time they meet, izuku promised that he would change for the better so katsuki would turn his way!!! because right now izuku wouldn't be able to stand equal to him and he couldn't face katsuki w/ the way he was now so when they meet again izuku would be a diff and better person

so HE WORKED SUPER HARD ON HIMSELF and his studies to get into the same college as him, pleading his mom to let him go to a school far away and that he would be v v v careful about his heart meds. izuku put his life on the line for this chance to change himself and be someone worthy. so it's not that izuku IS FEARLESS AND BRAVE, but it's that he's so terribly scare of dying that he's risking his one SINGLE life to live however he please right now because he doesn't know how much longer he has to live. he wants to do everything he could with w/e time he has left.

izuku is the way he is now because of katsuki and his fear of losing out on happiness if he never seize the chance for himself. it's,,, not a good prospective but its what keep izuku going and going even when his heart sends him back to the hospital again w/ katsuki glaring down at him.

#bakudeku #not!fic #nerd & jock au

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byul-bit-arae · 5 years ago

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BOYFRIEND CHAN!

Okay I know I say in this in every single bf post of mine but liSTEN.

Boyfriend chan,

Is all you could ask for.

First of all,

This guy knows how to make you fall head over heels for him

Even if he's not actually aware of it

Every single thing he does -most of the time unintendedly- would leave you with big, big heart eyes

Lucky for him he doesn't really have to try too much and you're under his spell

But also he's a lil humble bitch that doesn't know how much of an amazing person he is so he wouldn't actually KNOW he's already got an effect on you

And like whenever he talks to you and you're flustered or you blush he just assumes? that you're that kind of person?

You know, that person who stutters and becomes a mess in the presence of one single human being and acts totally normal around the others? Yeah definitely not fishy

He's not dense, he just doesn't want to make you feel uncomfortable

And also doesn't want to get his hopes up

Although everyone around you is just waiting for y'all to announce something

Like?? You're almost always together?? And you're so close??

But even you didn't want to get your hope up bc hello? He's the most amazing human on earth and he's just being nice and you're probably getting the wrong idea?

Anyways it all probably happens one day at like 4am

And basically both of y'all are just sick of pretending and denying what's so obvious and decide to spill the tea

I am not suggesting a specific scenario for this because I thought of way too many that I just gave up and also I'll let y'all just assume wtv you think would be right

ANYWAYS

BOYFRIEND CHRIS

where do I even start

First of all, very, and I cannot stress this enough, very considerate

This boy wouldn't initiate anything unless he knows you're comfortable with it

But once he knows, you better brace yourself for this koala

He looooves hugs, cuddles and any sort of affection

Obviously if you're not comfortable with pda he won't do it but he's still gonna hold your hand bc wtf he needs love

Would probably be into cheesy shit like-- wait a minute let me rephrase that

Would TOTALLY be into cheesy shit

Like couple clothes and mugs

Would 200% give you his sweaters even if you don't ask like he'd just pretend he forgot them at your place or smtn

Also would 200% lose it if he sees you in his sweaters without a warning

Boi needs his countdown his heart is not ready

Would still die anyway

Y'all know how chan doesn't really show when he's going through stuff? Like he's always this goofy smiley ball of optimism

And he's literally always there whenever you're having a bad day or need someone and really all the time

But when you show up at his studio in the middle of the night with food or tell him how proud you are of how much he's achieved or just cuddle him and treat him like a precious baby? He'll appreciate it to no end

bc he works so hard and is so selfless that he puts everyone, including you obviously, before himself

that's why I think he needs a s/o who's really affectionate and is ready to always show him love and take care of him

A very chill bf

You could tell him you want to make cookies at two in the morning and he'd be like sure babe like he's so supportive of whatever you do

Would call you by your name/nickname, baby, princess, angel, darling

Depends on the situation and the place

If you're with the guys he'd call you by your name, although he wouldn't mind if a "baby" accidentally slips

But he will have to suffer if it's another one #thekidsareonthelookout

Would love and cherish every time he gets to stay home with you and just cuddle

Since he's always busy

And although most of the time he's a big spoon and likes to feel like he's taking care of you and how you look smol in his arms

Even if you don't, he still thinks you're his smol baby

He would love it as much if he's tired and you let him rest on your lap or chest or just sleep as you play with his fluffy hair

Chan is a very passionate person himself so I think he'd fall for someone who also is passionate about something and works hard on it

Like he'd admire that so much and would be so down to listen to you rambling about your major/ what you love doing

even if you think you're sounding like a total nerd, he'd think you're the cutest thing and listen to you attentively

But there are also times where you won't even be needing words to communicate

Like you'd just stare at each other with the dumbest smiles for a ridiculously long time that it almost becomes a staring contest

Until one of you feels awkward and buries their head into the others chest

Like it wouldn't even be something romantic or anything

Like you'd throw a sassy remark at him and he'd look at you like tf dude did you really say that and you'd look back at him like yes I did until you just break into laughter

But sometimes he says something v cheesy and you try to do the same to him

But then you give up bc he's just so cute staring at you so seriously after saying that, that you can't help but feel flustered and look away

BUT CHRIS TEASING ASS IS NOT GONNA LET IT END THERE KSHDKJDS I HATE HIM

He's gonna make you look at him again and watch you become a mess :')

The way he just flips between babie channie mode and highschool jock chris mode is scary

Also I KNOW this sounds very cringey (again, I said chan would be into cheesy shit) and I myself think this is SO CRINGEY WHEN I READ IT AND CANT PICTURE IT AT ALL BUT LISTEN

CHAN IS THE KIND OF GUY TO SMILE INTO A KISS THERE I SAID IT

Like you'd usually exchange short pecks filled with nervous giggles in between

CUTE

Sometimes you would be standing in front of him or smtn and he just suddenly pulls you into his lap and peppers you face in kisses as you struggle to break free from this affectionate koala (yknow just like how he jumps on the boys from nowhere and hugs them to death? Exactly)

Other times he would be more calm about it like you'd be working on something and he just waddles to you like a penguin and stands there with his :] face until you give him attention

Or if you're working while standing he'd just attach himself to you like you're a fucking tree and just stand there and make it so hard for you to move while you do what you're doing until you just turn around and give him attention

"chan are you just gonna keep hugging me as I move around the kitchen at snail speed" you say amusedly as you're too familiar with the scenario and he just hums

"You know this isn't comfortable for neither of us so why don't you sit down as I finish cooking?"

"Channie is comfortable like this" he'd say back stubbornly and you just sigh

"Sure sweetie whatever makes you happy"

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Hi may I request a match-up please? ^_^ I'm a 5'0 female brunette with brown eyes and wear big rectangular-ish glasses. I'm rather shy and very anxious, it takes a while for me to open up go someone, but once I do I can be quite talkative with the things I'm a fan of. I value friendship greatly and I make sure to always be there when a friend needs a shoulder to cry on. (1/3) ~◇

My hobbies are drawing, playing video games and reading. I consider myself to be a huge nerd and a bookworm. I'm a theater nerd as well and would rather listen to musicals than any popular song or band. When I become passionate about something I always do a lot of research on the topic and see the beauty and effort that was put into the thing whether it's a game, book series or musical. (2/3) ~◇ What I look for in a partner is someone who is patient with me and doesn't mind when I ramble on about my latest hyperfixation. I'm not really an adventurous person, so maybe someone who doesn't mind staying at home or go to places that I'm familiar with. I'd like to have deep, meaningful conversations with my partner from time to time to balance out my weird tendencies. And I'd like it if my partner wouldn't be ashamed that we're close. Thank you :D (3/3) ~◇

Hi! Thank you for sending in a request, sorry for being late!

Okay so obviously you could be best friends with Levi and any relationship based on that is top tier. Though I’m a bit worried about putting 2 anxious person together. (especially since Leviathan is a very envious demon)

So I think overall the relationship dynamic would be better with Beelzebub!

Here is why:

Obviously there is a huge height difference and that is cute. Just imagine him helping you reach whatever you are not able to, in the kitchen, in a grocery store, your room, whatever. Beel is a gentle giant and would immediately take care of that job than having you stand on a table to reach something. Like that’s just dangerous and he can’t have you injure yourself, ok? Besides, he is stuck to you all day so it’s not like you have to go and ask him for help - he is already there!

Okay so he is also a bit shy but trust me it’s worth having him open up! He will be the kindest and the most generous demon/person you’ve ever met!

On that note I think you warmed up to the other after Belphie was involved in the picture. (I think you could get along with him too, but the relationship dynamic would be very different)

Okay so it’s nice that you are talkative when you open up to someone as among the two of you, you’d do most of the talking but please don’t feel bad about that, Beel enjoys listening to you go about your likes and dislikes. He is not a jealous type at all but since you and Levi spend quite a bit of your time talking, I think Beel would do his best to catch up with you two and support whatever you might have in mind! He is a super supportive bf and he’s glad when he can listen to you talking about your interests.

On the other hand you are also there for him (just like Belphie) and it boosts his confidence to know that he has you too!

So Beel is a jock and you are a self-claimed nerd and we all know how adorable that couple is 👀

Honestly he can learn a lot form you, for example you could have study sessions and he would be on cloud nine because his partner is so cute and very SMART and he does not understand how you don’t have more self-confidence

Beel is pretty much one of the more patient among the characters as long as he has food nearby.

Come to think of food, I think he would also talk to you about - guess what - cuisines he tried and liked before and how to make them, or work out stuff, so please don’t worry you’re not going to be the one to rant all of the time. But be prepared that talking about food makes him hungry so cooking together would become an activity you two do frequnetly.

Honestly I don’t think he would go out often, besides eating somehere or when one of his older brothers drag him out. So expect some restaurant dates every now and then! Unless you are really not a big fan of that, then he will just order your portion too and give it to you once he gets home (you can tell he loves you when he does that without eating it on the way home)

Being a couple of millenia years old I think he has some information about deep and more meaningful topics. He is the first of the brothers willing to be very vulnerable with you, talking about his past and his younger siblings. So things are going to be very deep very soon after you hang out with him enough times. Just be yourself!

I think this relationship would boost both of your confidence! He adores you with his whole heart and he makes sure you never forget about that. He also lets you be free and be you, like if you want to talk about something with Levi instead Beel isn’t going to be in the way. (he will be a bit sad but he gets it) The two of you have the potential to a very healthy relationship and both of you would grow as a result of that!

#obey me #obey me!#obey me beel #obey me beelzebub #om! beel #om! beelzebub #beel obey me #beelzebub #obey me matchup

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eldritchsurveys · 5 years ago

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Whats your name spelled backwards? >> Derdrom. Had to spell out your name didn’t you?? >> I didn’t have to do anything specific, I just typed each letter as I thought of it, and then double-checked it by spelling it frontways afterward. Where do you see yourself in 25 years? >> There are far too many unseen variables to account for when you start throwing your imagination that far into the future. It’s pointless. Strange food you like, that no one else would like. >> I don’t know what food I like that no one else would like. That doesn’t even sound like it’d be possible, statistically. You’re getting a vacation, all paid for… but you have to kill a puppy. >> I don’t need a vacation, so no need for all that.

The person you hate most on earth is burning in the streets… >> And, what...? Well, first of all, I don’t hate anyone and I never have, so I don’t really know how to put myself into this hypothetical even if it was a complete scenario. You win 2 million dollars, you have to give it away. How do you spend it. >> If I’d have to give it away anyway, then why not cut out the middle man and not give it to me in the first place??? Just give it away to someone else and say it came from me, I don’t care. This is silly. You’re at a bar, you witness a man drugging some girls drink. what do u do? >> I don’t know what I’d do. It honestly depends on more factors than just that -- like how many other people are around, how aggressive this man seems overall, whether I could intervene without calling too much attention to myself, stuff like that. I’d like to say I’d do my best to prevent her from drinking it, but like I said... variables. Who is more attractive, someone who is edgy or preppy? >> --- Short term dating, or long relationship? >> I have zero interest in dating, and honestly any new long-term relationship I get into would have to be really fucking interesting and beneficial to me. Otherwise, why bother. Kids? How many? Why? Names? Boy or Girl? >> No. Ever play that game MASHO?? >> I’ve played a game called MASH. Is MASHO a different version of that? (Can’t figure out what the O would stand for in that case, though... ocean liner? ha.) You see a group of people teasing an over weight person, what do you do? >> I probably wouldn’t do anything. What for, really? Favorite Quote? By who? >> I don’t have one single favourite quote. A sad child approaches u, he’s skinny and under fed… what do you do? >> That’s such an unlikely situation for me to be in that I have no idea how I would react. I mean, I definitely would just stand there staring in confusion for a second, because... I have no script for that kind of situation. What does this kid even want from me? Money? -- Not going to lie, I would most likely assume that the kid’s parent is using this kid to pull on strangers’ heartstrings and get money out of them. It’s not the most uncommon tactic. Ur running late to a meeting, ahead you see someone hit a dog and drive off >> This looks like an incomplete question. I’m assuming it’s the same scenario as it always is -- do you stop and deal with the dying dog, or do you keep going? I mean, if I’m already running late, I guess I might as well go see what’s up with the dog. Then at least I’d have a good story to tell when I finally make it to the meeting, and maybe I’ll be forgiven for my tardiness because it was for a widdle puppy >;D What happens after death? >> How would I know? Do I look dead to you? Why is________ your favorite color? >> Gold. Because it just is. Would you cheat on your BF/GF if you knew they would never know? >> Cheating isn’t really a thing in my relationship. But also, both of the times I did cheat (in previous relationships), neither of the people I cheated on found out. So I have done it. Once a cheater, always a cheater? >> I mean, let’s think about it. Am I now always a cheater just because I’ve done it? That seems drastic and doesn’t at all account for growth due to age, experience, and self-understanding. It also doesn’t account for the various reasons why people cheat. But, sure, generalise away. *shrug* Can you find happiness in small things? >> That’s usually how I find happiness. Do you think there will ever be peace on earth? Why or Why not? >> I don’t believe in the concept of “peace on earth” in the first place, so I’m not the person to ask. Do you believe in pure good or pure evil? >> No. I also think it’s odd that people will choose to believe in one, but not the other. It doesn’t make any sense to me -- if one exists, then why not the other? But! on the other hand! I guess that’s basically how belief works, you kind of just believe in whatever fits your worldview. Which does make sense, in its way. Favorite childhood story growing up?? >> I usually just say The Phantom Tollbooth, since that’s the one I remember reading a lot. It’s certainly one of my favourites now, as an adult. Worst way to die? Why? >> For me, it’d be slowly and painfully. Because that’s mainly what I’m imagining when I’m feeling afraid of death -- excruciating knowledge of my body failing, the all-encompassing agony of a body struggling to survive because that’s all it knows how to do, and all the terror that comes with knowing I’m going to fail at surviving and there’s nothing I can do about it. That’s not a good death for me. And most of all, if I must die, I’d like to have a good death. You can save 1 starving child by giving up ur most prized possession. Do u? >> No. Biggest inner fear? >> The death thing I expanded on two questions ago. Are you an organ donor? >> I don’t remember if I’ve ever actually registered myself as an organ donor. But yeah, I’d like to be. U find out ur best friend is gay, and has a crush on you. What do u do? >> I don’t have a best friend. Do you think enough through the day? >> I mean, sure? What were you in school? Jock, Nerd, Prep etc… >> I guess I was just a freak, lmao. Highschool was….. why? >> High school was over a decade ago and not at all worth talking about now. RETARD KITTY! What do you do with it?? >> ??? Favorite scent? >> I don’t know. Did you ever eat playdoh at a child? >> Nope. Your dreams tend to be? >> *shrug* Toe Socks…? >> I don’t like them. Do you party much? >> No. At this very moment, how do you feel and why? >> Neutral, my normal baseline. Because I have no reason to feel otherwise. What song best describes your life right now? >> --- How many chances are to many? >> *shrug*

#surveys #survey #random survey

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