#cheerleader x nerd trope

[rwprincess]

Strange Love: Part One (Fred BensonxFem!Reader)

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Synopsis: Request from @fandom-garbage:

What if the reader (fem or gn) is like popular and considered very "hot" I guess but she makes her love for her bf Fred very apparent despite him not being the typical guy I guess. Kinda like Jessica and Roger Rabbit dynamic I just think that would be very cute. Like she kisses him all the time.

CW: Spoilers/references to Harrison Bergeron by Kurt Vonnegut; hard crushing/fluff; reader is kind of on a pedestal; self-doubt/deprecation on Fred’s part

A/N: Honestly, the song Strange Love by Karen O has guided several of my Fred fics, but I thought this one would be perfect for incorporating some of the lyrics and being more based on it. Also, while I was never hot or popular, I did do cheerleading for six years, so I drew on that experience for the 'hot but sweet cheerleader' trope, a la Chrissy the Queen Cunningham.

He had to be mistaken. Or dreaming. But he could have sworn he saw Y/N make direct eye contact with him and smile as she passed in the hallway. Fred watched after her a moment longer and noticed her turn her head, glancing back in his direction as she walked with her swarm of friends, the elites of Hawkins high. It's a crowded hallway. There's no way she was looking at you, he scolded himself and adjusted the satchel strap across his chest. But the next day, he was hit with the hard realization that he hadn't been imagining it.

"Hi, Fred!" She said from behind him and he turned to see that photo-perfect smile plastered on her face.  It fit in with her whole cleancut image: hair swept up into a tight ponytail without a single hair misplaced, a crisp green, white, and gold cheer uniform, and a perky pep in her step and tone in her voice. He had to consciously stop himself from slamming back into locker in shock and disbelief, not to mention the fuzzy weakness in his knees that made him feel on the brink of collapse.  Whether it was anxiety from her seemingly knowing his name and initiating conversation or he was alarmed at her beauty up close, he couldn't say;  either way, it was overtaking him in an intoxicating blunder.

"H-hello?" He stammered out an unsure greeting. At this point, he knew this was happening, but he could not fathom why.

"How are you? Sorry," she blinked in realization, "this is probably really weird and out of the blue. I'm in Callahan's class with you, I sit near the back and --"

"No, I know who you are." He finally snapped out of his daze to reply,  "I mean, I recognize you."

"Oh, good," she let out a relieved sigh and then started talking quickly again, unable to contain the bubbly personality underneath. "I just feel bad that I've never really had a chance to talk to you and you seem really interesting, so I thought I'd say hi, see how you were doing.  Kind of introduce myself belatedly. Way overdue, I know."

His brain took a moment to process the rapid speech, and all it could return in kind was, "Me?" with a hesitant gesture at himself.

"Yeah, you." Her stunning, sparkling eyes softened into a warm and welcoming gaze, "Unless you suddenly aren't Fred Benson." That perfect smile played at her lips again.

"I am." This is going swimmingly, he thought to himself sarcastically. He was so rarely at a loss for words or wit, but he felt totally out of his element here. "I just…I didn't realize you knew who I was. Different friends and all that. We--we haven't worked together in class, right?" He asked trying to play it cool as though he wouldn't remember her nor did he know for a fact they'd never been paired together.  That would be the stuff of dreams to last him for the next century, much like this scenario was likely to fuel him.

"No, but I've heard some of the things you've said, answers you've given. I've found them really…" she paused, drawing in her pink, glossy lower lip between her teeth searching for the right word while Fred was just doing his best to recall how to breathe correctly. "Insightful." She finished, giving him a direct and meaningful stare. He felt pinned, but oddly didn't mind it.

"R-really? Thanks." He was still unsure. All of this seemed too out of place, too unreal.

"Yeah, of course. Hey, are you going to the basketball game tonight? At least to cover it for the paper?" She asked and he could only blink in surprise. She knew he was part of The Weekly Streak, too?!

"Um, yeah. Yes. I'll be there, reporting." He replied, matter-of-factly.

"Good. Maybe I'll see you there." She grinned and swayed a little, balancing on the balls of her feet. "I've gotta run though.  Bye!"

"Goodbye." He mumbled, skeptically, before she walked away. But he caught her in another over-the-shoulder glance as she walked away and disappeared into the throng of students.

~•••~

"Y/N?" Fred's most trusted friend and confidante, Clark asked, dubious. "As in Y/N L/N? Ridiculously hot cheerleader here; that Y/N?"

"Yes! Obviously!" Fred said, exasperated. Of course, he had also been in disbelief but Clark's rigorous clarification was irritating him; was he truly that undesirable or unworthy to talk to?

"Fred, I know some weird stuff has happened in Hawkins lately. The Russians, the mall fire, that dead kid showing back up y'know, not dead. But this? This takes the cake."

"Nice to know I'm that low on the totem pole, that it is absolutely unbelievable for a girl to talk to me."

"No, no. Not a girl. The most attractive, sought-after girl here? It is not a dig at you, she shouldn't be speaking to any of us!" Clark tried to justify as he noticed Fred's face get redder with anger.  "It just defies the natural rules of high school. We are down here," he made a gesture at shoulder-height, "and she's in the stratosphere. I'm not sure she's really from this planet, man. I mean, have you seen her?"

"You doofus, I just told you I talked to her, of course I've seen her!"

"Then you should get what I'm saying." Clark shrugged and Fred sighed in defeat. Clark was right:  she was out of their league. He shouldn't get his hopes up, and yet, that little sliver of faith kept him going.

~•••~

Clark had to eat his words later that night, though. He decided to attend the game himself and see if Fred's outrageous claim came true. Y/N approached as the crowd was dispersing from the bleachers to address Fred.

"Hey, didja have fun?" She asked, that ever-present beaming smile lighting up her face and the whole gymnasium along with it.

"I'm not sure I'd precisely put it that way," he returned the smile helplessly, "but I'd say I enjoyed myself overall. Sports aren't really my thing.  It's part of the job, but it wasn't bad, per se."

"That's the spirit!" She reached out and nudged his shoulder with a pom-pom, his smile growing wider in spite of himself. That is, until he saw Clark making his way over. The dream bubble burst…back to reality. She noticed his face fall and peeked behind herself. She turned back and raised a quizzical eyebrow to Fred.

"Clark, hey." He tried to seem enthused but fell short.  "This is Y/N. Y/N, this is my friend, Clark." They exchanged pleasantries, but Fred tried to communicate to his friend to take a hike. "I thought you were headed right home after the game." He 'hinted' through gritted teeth. Luckily, Clark caught on and obliged him.

"Oh! I am.  Very busy stuff…at home, but I just thought I would say goodbye as I was headed out. So, uh, goodbye. And nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too?" Her voice rose in pitch, not sure what to make of the conversation, and she turned back to Fred. He caught a glimpse of Clark mouthing Oh my God! And doing a 'call me' hand sign before noticeably pointing towards her. Fred waved at him as if nothing happened.

"Sorry about him. It's just way past his bedtime." He said sarcastically and she giggled.

"So, are you headed home too? Or…well, some of us were going to go to the diner if you want to come with." She said it like it was no big deal, like it was a run-of-the-mill invitation, as if he should have known he'd always be welcome.

"Uh, yeah, sure. Normally I stay and draft the article.  I mean, I don't usually go home right away anyway."

"Oh, good, then I'm not keeping you up past your bedtime?" Holy hell, was she trying to kill him? His heart slammed in his chest and he tried to swallow thickly, but his throat was too dry and his Adam's Apple bobbed in vain.

"Nope, not at all. I like to walk on the wild side. Rebel." He joked, even though he felt ridiculous saying so.

"See? I told you you were interesting." She said lowly, leaning in just a bit. "You ready to go?"

~•••~

Y/N was surprisingly funny and kind. While Fred had felt compelled to take up her invitation, he was still apprehensive. It felt like it was just too good to be true, that there had to be some ulterior motive. But she made him feel more or less at home among her friends. Or, as welcome as he could feel in a place he clearly did not belong.  It felt akin to being at the zoo, but he wasn't sure if he was a patron…or an exhibit. Some of the crowd seemed questioning or worse, falsely kind, but Y/N paid them no mind and acted as though this was totally normal, as if Fred had been with them all along.

"What did you think of the reading for this weekend? Harrison Bergeron?" She asked him.

"You already read it?" He asked, amazed. He figured that most people, ones with social lives anyway, would do weekend assignments on the weekend.

"Yeah. I knew I had the game tonight and practice tomorrow. So I tried to get ahead. Or at least not procrastinate. You know Callhan's class. It can kick your ass if you fall behind." She then furrowed her eyebrows,  "Sorry. That makes it sound like I think you're a slacker or something if you haven't read it. I just thought that maybe you had already--"

"I did. I, uh, like reading.  Shocker, I know. So you don't have to apologize." He watched her carefully, taking in her relaxed posture and knowing he had reassured her that there was no blunder on her part. "Honestly, I think it was an artistic way of saying how I've always felt: conformity is dangerous and it'll lead to the death of society."

"I can see that being a point, for sure. I think it was a look at equality versus equity, though. Rather than having equal opportunity, they had equitable hindrances. It also reminded me of Animal Farm, ya know? Like we strive for this perfect equality but someone will always rise up and put themselves at the top. 'Some are created more equal than others' and all that."

"Wow. And you think I'm insightful." He sat back, astonished.  He had now completely forgotten that there was a table full of her friends; to him, only the two of them shared this conversation or perhaps even existed. "I think you'd be like the ballerina in the story. Laden down with every handicap to make you less extraordinary." She bit her lip in response, not sure how to take the compliment.  "Well, you'd definitely have one of the earpieces for sure. Disrupt all those big, anti-conformist thoughts." She laughed nervously and placed a hand on top of his. "I don't think I'd be quite like the ballerina, though."

"Come on, you're athletic and graceful, smart, beautiful--" the last descriptor flew out before he could contain it and he instantly clammed up. 

"Thank you," she said softly and then sat back, withdrawing her hand and he worried he'd said the wrong thing or acted too strangely. She cleared her throat, "So, uh, tell me: what's it like working on the paper? Do you get to choose your research or is it assigned to you?" She asked, trying to give him the opportunity to talk about something he knew, but more importantly, to take attention off herself. 

"Kind of both. There's things our editors and the supervisor think people will want to read, or events that have to be covered. But sometimes you can pick what you want and they'll pick it up." He replied and noticed her gaze, fully locked on him. She had a way of focusing on him that made him feel so seen after years of feeling invisible. It made him feel both nervous and exhilarated to have that kind of attention, particularly from her.

As the evening wound down, she asked, "Can I give you a ride home?"

"I wouldn't want to be a bother…" he said. He wasn't sure why his immediate response was to decline. Probably the nerves acting up again, or somewhere in his brain he was still thinking this couldn't possibly be real. That he was like Cinderella and his time was about to run out and he'd be less than ordinary again. 

"It's not, really. Come on." She jerked her head toward the parking lot and effortlessly commanded him to follow her lead. He watched her as they walked out: moonlight pooling in her hair and highlighting her best features, making her more radiant than usual. Ethereal, even. He got into her car silently, almost afraid of how this would turn out. He was still waiting for that big 'gotcha' moment, the one that revealed she couldn't be so perfect. She couldn't be so stunning and kind and everything else. He directed her to his house and gulped as she parked along the curb out front.

"I had a really nice time with you tonight. I'm glad you decided to come along." She smiled at him with perfect teeth, the effect knocking a blow into his stomach. Pow.

"Yeah. Thanks for inviting me. It was…really nice." He stumbled over his word choice, which was a new sensation for him. In his own little corner of Hawkins High, he commanded The Streak with some authority and used his brains and his wits as his guard. But now, that was all wiped away and he was at a loss…vulnerable. 

"Fred." She stated, and hit her palms lightly on the steering wheel, looking forward, "I hope this isn't too…forward or totally off-base but," she bit her lip and looked back to him, "I really like you. And I'm hoping you feel that way about me. I mean, you called me beautiful and-- I'm rambling but, I don't know, would you maybe want to go out sometime? Just you and me?"

"Me?" He asked incredulously, pointing to himself and then quickly looked over his shoulder out the window as if someone else would be there. She had to be talking to someone else. "You can't be serious. Me? Like…you belong with some model or football captain or something. You could have any guy you want!"

"I know," she replied softly, "But I've wasted enough time with guys like that. I know what they're about. I'd rather have someone with brains, a kind heart. And don't sell yourself short, you're very cute." She said, eyes raking over his features. He felt hot under her gaze. It was both searing and electrifying, all at once. He was stunned into silence more than anything and when he didn't respond, she gave a soft sigh. "Sorry, I must have misread. I just thought…I'm sorry."

"What? Good God, no! I'm just…shocked. Surprised, that's all. I never thought in a million years…are you sure you want me? Are you feeling okay?" He asked, still in disbelief.

"Yes," she laughed melodically, "I mean, only if you're interested," she smiled coyly.

"Obviously." He said, with eyes wide behind his glasses. 

"Good." She whispered and leaned forward, capturing his lips and brushing her hands through his hair, cradling his face. He knew he was out of practice and had no clue what he was doing, but her kiss felt so right, as if they were meant to fit together. "So, about that date…" she smiled as she pulled away.

"Anything you want. Any time. We could go now, if you're so inclined," he said just a little too eagerly and she laughed. 

"Well, I was thinking maybe the day time but--" she joked back, making him feel at ease. 

"Whatever's good for you." He muttered, feeling a little silly. She brushed his cheek gently with her fingertips, trying to cue him to make a move. 

He luckily took the hint and kissed her goodnight.

#fred benson x fem!reader #3rd pov #3rd person #stranger things 4 #fred benson #fred benson stranger things #cheerleader x nerd trope

[353dcys]

nerd mike x cheerleader el you will always be famous and loved by me! (even if your a bit unrealistic…)

happy late valentine’s day 💗

#stranger things #stranger things headcanons #stranger things moodboard #mileven moodboard #mileven #mileven au #mileven alternate universe #mike wheeler #cheerleader el #nerd mike #cheerleader x nerd #favorite trope #opposites attract #opposite aesthetics #stranger things alternate universe #fanfic tropes #valentines day #popular el #jane hopper #jane ives

[cheriil]

I’ve fallen inlove with a ship, i dont even know if the characters interracted in canon, i dont care, i live and breathe them, they deserve more fics, more fanart, more everything, i will defend them till the day i die.

#buckingham #chrissy cunningham #robin buckley #bet you werent expecting that #the cheerleader x nerd trope is everything to me #AND ROBIN IS A BAND KID??? #robin x chrissy #robin buckley x chrissy cunningham #stranger things #stranger things 4 #Cher talks #Cher rambles #stranger-things-shit-posting #wlw #sapphic

[born-to-lose]

I'm gay <3

#so this one girl in my class walked me to the car today and we talked and all and she's so cute omg i'm gonna cry #that's all skhjds i just might have a lil crush #pretty sure she's straight tho :/ #literal cheerleader x nerd trope #mel talks

[atinycafe]

yandere school (+18) tropes [riize, atz, tbz, txt]

with: seunghan (riize), wooyoung (ateez), juyeon (the boyz), soobin (txt). warnings: mdni!! yandere (non-con but u have a crush on them so oh well!!), slight dacryphilia (seunghan), split play (seunghan), nipple play (wooyoung), degradation (wooyoung), sub x sub (juyeon), dry humping (juyeon), drugs (soobin), masturbation (soobin), cum eating (soobin) note: THESE MEN ARE WRECKING MEEEEE, like ateez were my ults, but omg bro. riize especially like omg omg omg. sm free my man seunghan.

bully seunghan!! soooo mean, just loves to fuck with you. pinching your cheeks a bit too hard when your eyes meet. playfully poking at your sides, making you squirm in your seat. grabbing at the skin of your thighs, watching how the flesh squeezes in between his fingers. you try your best to brush it off, aware that he's doing it all for a reaction. but despite your efforts, tears threaten at your eyeline. you refuse to let them fall, so you sniffle into your loose sleeves, your lower lip trembling. you're attempting to hide your face, but seunghan won't let you. he firmly grabs your face, squishing your cheeks between his palm, making the tears escape. he grins widely as he pulls you closer, licking away your tears before forcing your pout open, to spit in it. he doesn't give you time to react before he delves into your mouth with his tongue. a low groan leaves his lips against your own as he pushes for more, playing with his own spit on your tongue, his fingers leaving crescent marks on your skin. he keeps toying with your swollen lips until you're breathless, shaking against him. when he finally withdraws, your eyes are wide, sparkling as you wait for his next move. and all he can do is laugh at your anticipation.

athlete wooyoung!! soooo nice to you, he's nice to anyone really. but especially you. his little cheerleader. shoots you these little smiles after his runs, eyes dipping to your shorts when you glance away, like he's low-lidded eyes savoring the sight. his gaze shifts to a teammate, and when he catches them eyeing the same thing, he tightens his jaw. with a half-smile, he beckons you over, mentioning something about grabbing hurdles from the shed reserved for sports gear. flashing your biggest grin, you skip his way, all set to lend a hand. as the door clicks shut, you're ready to lift the first hurdle you see, but wooyoung gently stops you, his hand on your wrist. confused, you lock eyes with him, only to realize he's way closer than you thought. you try to step back, but he's not having it. his grip on your wrist tightens as his other hand opens up your jacket, unzipping it. words get stuck in your throat as he bites your neck, sucking a bit hard, fingers now toying with your left nipple over your shirt. he twists and pinches hard, alternating between the two, mumbling things about you being an attention whore and how he needs to teach you to calm down. by the time he's finished with you, your neck is full of red marks and your nipples are so sensitive, it almost hurts to have your shirt brushing against them.

nerd juyeon!! soooo shy, can hardly meet your gaze during tutoring sessions. it's gotten to the point where you rest your head on your hands, palms down, attempting to catch his eyes. a slight pout graces your lips, your thighs gently brushing against his jean-covered legs. he moistens his dry lips as his gaze falls on your lovely lips, nervously twirling his mechanical pencil around his knuckles. for a brief moment, both of you lock eyes, taking a break from the calculus exercises. that is until a text notification interrupts the silence. glancing at your phone, screen visible to anyone, you only catch soobin's name before you're unexpectedly lifted, settling onto juyeon's lap, nestled between his chest and the table, a subtle pressure in the small of your back. your eyes widen in surprise, locking onto his. his brows shoot up, a mix of uncertainty and a hint of annoyance dancing behind them. a deep blush stains his face, so intense it's almost as if he didn't just plop you onto his lap. you attempt to shift away, but he pulls you back down, causing an unintentional, awkward grind against his bulge, making the both of you mewl out. juyeon can't help but guide your hips to match the rhythm he just set, harder and harder, until you're both drooling on each other's shoulder, pants just as soaked.

dealer soobin!! sooo laid back, you smoke with him for free. every friday winds down with you chilling in his car, him rolling a backwood as you sit pretty in his passenger seat. this time, though, he doesn't have his usual grinder on him, nor his papers, nor his lighter, which is.. out of character for him. but no worries, he whips out these sativa-infused gummies. he urges you to take one, fingers pushing it to your mouth before pinching your bottom lip teasingly. then three, than eight, and the world gradually eases its pace. soobin's gaze remains fixed upon you, as you recline against the headrest, emitting soft laughter at the hello kitty charm suspended from his rearview mirror. you look so pretty like that, soobin can't control himself, he just slides his hands in his pants, grabbing his cock, stroking it softly to feel it come to life in his hand. he wraps his hand at the base, gazing at the apples of your cheeks that pop out from your blissful smile. his long fingers tighten around his dick, his movements growing more intense and messy as he nears his release. he finally lets himself cum, some of it shooting to your low rise jeans. you don't even react, too high out of your mind, your attention now on the mess he has in the backseat. he takes some time to catch his breath, head falling against the window, his clean hand sliding through his hair. he finally stares down at his hand, the translucent liquid sticking uncomfortably in between his fingers. he calls for you name once, watching how you slowly turn your head to look at him before he pushes two of his fingers past your mouth, forcing you to lick him clean.

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#ateez x reader #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #ateez reactions #ateez headcanons #yandere ateez #wooyoung x reader #wooyoung imagines #wooyoung scenarios #wooyoung headcanons #wooyoung reactions #ateez smut #hard asks #hard hours #smut #x poc reader #kpop x poc reader #x black reader #x gender neutral reader #x brown reader #riize #seunghan #txt #soobin #the boyz #tbz #juyeon #x reader #imagines #scenario

[delulu-with-wandanat]

Hey. So how about big sis Natasha and little sis reader. (They live in an orphanage called the red room)

Jock Nat finds out that her nerd little sis is getting bullied by the cheer squad. Protective Nat isn't having any of it ..... even if she has to fight with her best friend, cheer cap Wanda ...... ?

Please and thank you 😊

Sweater Weather

Reader Description: She/her, nerdy, often wears an outer, freshman.

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Sister!Reader, Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff

Warnings: Bullying, mentions of suicide.

Summary: Wanda and Natasha are friends, maybe even more. People love a classic jock and cheerleader trope. However when Natasha finds out that Wanda's little groupie had been bullying her little sister, it puts a strain on their relationship. Will Wanda be able to redeem herself?

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They always said high school was the best time of your life, at least that's what they said in movies or whatever the hell that guy said in that crappy TV show, 'Highs and lows of high school football'.

Y/n thought it was stupid. The show, and high school. It could be that it's true, that this was supposed to be the best time of her life. Yet perhaps that only applies to the popular kids and the jocks who wouldn't stop reminiscing about the 'good old times.'

The amount of alumni that would go back to her class and just talk to the teacher even though they only graduated like a few months ago was insane. And most of the time Y/n could tell they are one of those popular kids. Y/n could only hope her sister doesn't end up like that when she graduates.

Natasha Romanoff, star of Westview High. Captain of the softball team. And is probably dating the hot cheerleader captain, Wanda Maximoff. Natasha is proud, confident, she strides through the hallway like she owns the school. Contrast to her sisters who stray away from the spotlight, Yelena Belova and Y/n Romanoff.

Well... perhaps only Y/n. If Y/n would put them into high school stereotypes, Yelena would probably fall under the 'Cool' kids category. One where people know her and thought she's fun to be around with, she's funny, sarcastic. People knew Yelena, and Yelena knew people, but only sticks to her group of friends and not all that into popularity. Y/n thinks that's the best type of category to be in.

You fit in with everyone, and everyone just chills with you. Unfortunately for Y/n, she got the worst hierarchy in high school society.

The nerds.

Being a nerd isn't necessarily a bad thing... Well, that's what her sisters always tells her at least. But really it's hard to believe that when she gets cornered by two cheerleaders in the bathroom, how cliche.

"Hey girl!" Shannon, probably the bitchiest out of the whole cheerleading squad. "What are you doingg?" She asked with faux interest.

Y/n doesn't answer and merely kept her head down while she washes her hand.

"Don't be rude!" The other cheerleader bumped her hips while giggling to Shannon. "Oh. My. God. I LOVE your sweater, where'd you get it?"

Christ, they literally are a walking stereotype. Y/n knew they weren't interested in her sweater, this was just one of those teasing that these plastic bitches love to do. "It was my mother's..."

"And was your mom like... an old hag?" Well that was just too far, the only thing Y/n had from her birth mother was this sweater after she died in the house fire. Y/n stayed silent.

The two kept giggling while side eyeing her on the side, occasionally re-applying their make up in the mirror. Y/n quickly finishes up, not wanting to be around them any longer. She quickly left the bathroom but she heard the two giggling and talking about her behind her back.

This has been going on for months ever since she started high school. Honestly, Y/n should be used to it at this point. But that comment about her sweater crossed the line and she needed to leave quick before things escalated.

Y/n spent the rest of the day with her head down, minding her own business and eating lunch alone at the cafeteria. Normally she would sit with her friends, Shuri and Peter, the two other nerds, but they were attending some competition at the moment.

All the while, Natasha was sitting at a different table with her group of friends which was mostly made up of her teammates and the some of the Baseball boys.

"All I'm saying is if you don't ask her out, I will." Carol said with a mouthful of food.

"And I will kick you out of the team, Danvers." Natasha narrowed her eyes at Carol.

"Seriously, just ask her out. The tension is so thick I can practically punch through it."

Natasha merely rolled her eyes, but her gaze ended up locking onto a brunette who was sitting at another table. Green orbs met hers, and Wanda gave her the sweetest smile. Natasha couldn't help but to avert her gaze whilst trying to hide the grin creeping onto her face.

"Ugh, I'm going to barf." Clint said as he fake gagged. Natasha punched his shoulder lightly and he winced.

"Shut up before I show Laura that horrendous hair you had in 6th grade."

"Don't you fucking dare-"

The group fell into an easy conversation, talking about their plans after school. Showing each other funny videos they found while scrolling through social medias. Everything wasn’t out of the ordinary until suddenly they heard yelling from another table.

"Leave me alone!" The voice yelled, normally Natasha would ignore it but when the voice belonged to her little sister, her head snapped to the source.

The cafeteria was silence, some whispers could be heard. The cheerleader table fell into a hushed giggling, occasionally glancing at Y/n's table. Natasha narrowed her eyes slightly and returned her gaze to Y/n. She could see Shannon Carter sitting at the same table with her, wait are they friends or...??

"Was that Y/n?" She heard Clint's voice.

Y/n was quickly got up from her seat, feeling uncomfortable at the amount of eyes on her. She was in the verge of tears, but manages to hold it through until she was out of sight. Natasha quickly got up from her seat, which caught the attention of the rest of the group.

"Where are you going??" Carol asked.

"I'm just gonna check up on my sister." Her friends simply nod, knowing how protective Natasha is over her family.

Natasha made a note to slow her walk as she passed the cheerleader table, with her perceptive ear she manages to caught a few sentence. "She's probably so poor, that's why she has no other clothes to wear." She heard Shannon said. Fashion police much? Especially when she dresses like a basic bitch-

"Maybe it's vintage." She heard Wanda responded with a little bit of an attitude. Wanda notices Natasha passing by and greeted her, only for Natasha to glare and ignore her. She may like Wanda, but no one messes with her little sister.

She navigates her way through the hallway, trying to find Y/n. Damn it where is she?

Think, Natasha, think! Where would she go?

She trusted her instinct and it led her to the music room, surely enough, someone was playing the piano. Natasha peeked through the window and saw a glimpse of a familiar y/h/c hair, she opened the door and her sister was slightly alarmed, but ultimately let out a sigh of relief upon noticing it was only Natasha.

"Hey Nat."

Natasha gently smiled and took a seat beside her. Y/n's hand danced on the keys gracefully, filling the room with soft tunes.

"You wanna tell me what happened?"

Y/n shook her head, and Natasha didn't budged. Natasha simply let her head rest on Y/n's shoulder listening to her play. Y/n finishes and started to play another piece, one that was special to them. Natasha recognize the song as soon as Y/n played the intro. 'Love of my life' by Queen.

"Mom would be proud of you." Natasha said in a soft tone.

Y/n didn't answer, yet she had a soft smile on her face as she played the piano. Their mother used to play this song when they were younger. Natasha, Yelena, and Y/n would huddle around her and watched as their mother skillfully moved her fingers across the keys. They would fight over who could play the piano first, as they all wanted to be as skilled as their mother.

But ultimately, Y/n was the only one who inherited her talents. They didn’t talk and only enjoyed the soft tunes of from the piano for a little while, with Natasha occasionally humming to the lyrics.

When the song ended, the room was filled with silence. After a few moments, Y/n finally spoke up. “I don’t… Feel like going back today.”

Natasha nodded, she knew Y/n had meant the orphanage. They refused to call that dump a home. That orphanage shouldn’t even exist in the first place.

“You want to crash at Clint’s?”

“I’m not that close with him, beside, I kinda feel bad to his parents.”

“I’m sure it’ll be alright, you want me to ask him?”

Y/n nodded and let out the breath she was holding, one less thing to worry about. “I didn’t mean to make a scene, they just went too far today.”

Natasha’s eyes shifted in confusion, she lift up her head that was resting on her sister’s shoulder to face her. “What do you mean?”

“They kept teasing me about the sweater, cause I kept wearing it almost everyday.”

“Well they should mind their own business.” Natasha said with a slight venom in her voice.

“It’s ok, I’m used to it. It’s just because It’s mom’s y’know?”

Wait… “What? What do you mean by used to it??”

“I mean, it’s not a big deal-“

“No.” Natasha said firmly and turned to face Y/n fully. “No, it is a big deal. You’re telling me they’ve been bullying you?”

The younger Romanoff sighed, “You could call it that. But they never went as far as teasing, Nat. It’s fine.” Y/n knew how over protective her big sister could be.

In the Red Room, Natasha would not hesitate to punch someone if they messed with Y/n or Yelena. The other girls at the orphanage was afraid of Natasha because of it. As much as Y/n appreciates it, she didn’t exactly wanted to be known only as Natasha’s puny little sister.

Especially now that she’s in high school, where she could make a name for herself. Unfortunately high school stereotypes chooses you, not the other way around.

“Please just don't make a fuss about it.” Y/n said, hoping to change the subject but to no avail. Natasha was stubborn.

“It was Shannon Carter wasn’t it? I saw her sitting next to you before you left.” Oh well rest in peace Shannon. No point in trying to cover her fake ass now-

“If I say yes will you promise not to do anything?” Natasha gritted her teeth, she was about to protest but Y/n cut her off. “Nat, I'm being serious. I really, REALLY, just want to stay out of drama. Living in the orphanage is already hell, I don't need the teasing to go further because they know I'm your little sister."

Shannon better thank the gods because if not for Y/n, she would've need to book a plastic surgery appointment. Natasha reluctantly agreed to drop the subject. What matters now is cheering up Y/n.

An idea popped up in her head and Natasha playfully bumped their shoulders, "Hey, you wanna skip school?" She asked with a smirk.

Y/n furrowed her eyebrows, "Wouldn't we get in trouble?"

"Only if you get caught. Come on! I'm pretty sure Yelena's skipping too." It took a while to convince the younger Romanoff, but eventually they were out of the school's boundaries in no time. It was kind of embarrassing that her first time skipping school was with her big sisters, but nevertheless, Y/n thought it was fun.

And she wouldn't want it any other way.

Three days later, Natasha had been trying to avoid Wanda and her cheer squad. Because if she didn't, she would've probably punch Shannon Carter straight in the face. Unfortunately for her, fate wasn't exactly on her side.

While Natasha was opening her locker, Wanda approached her with that adorable smile. "Hey." Wanda greeted her shyly. It was strange really, the girl was different when she wasn't around her friends. Natasha found it rather adorable to see this other side of Wanda.

"Hi." Natasha responded with a kind smile, ok she may be a little upset at Wanda. But really, can you blame her? Wanda's extremely cute.

"Uh... I was just wondering if you wanted to go somewhere after practice, maybe get some food or whatever?" Wanda asked with hopeful eyes.

Natasha desperately wanted to say no. Mainly because she didn't want to associate with people who are friends with her sister's bully, unfortunately she is merely a teenager with raging hormones. "Yeah, sure."

Wanda then beamed in delight, "Ok! So uh, I'll see you then." They both then went to their respective class, both with a smile on their face.

Practice was hell that day, I mean fuck, she gets that competition was around the corner but today's drill was insane. At this point, Natasha thinks their coach is just trying to kill them. Thankfully they were done for the day and she's got a date with a hot cheer captain.

Natasha finishes up in the locker room with the other softball girls, they had to change rather quickly as they shared the locker room with the cheerleaders. Though they didn't mind sharing, it just gets a little crowded. Natasha felt a tap on her shoulder and turned around to be greeted by those beautiful green eyes.

"Hey! I won't take long. Meet you outside?" Wanda asked.

Natasha nods, "Sure, I'm just finishing up. Text me when you're done." She responded rather shyly, only Wanda Maximoff could make her all fuzzy feeling.

Wanda smiled at her and returned to her place with her friends. Natasha went back to packing up the last of her equipments. Pants, towel, glove, and- shit where's my shoes?

"Did you guys see Y/n today?" Natasha tensed the moment she heard Shannon's voice.

"About time she wash that sweater." Another cheerleader said.

"Honestly, I bet it smells so bad." Sharron giggles. "It's not like her taste got any better, all of her clothes looked worn down."

"Guys stop it." Wanda said, gaining attention from her friends. Oh ok good to know she wasn't- "It's called being indie." Fucking hell, Natasha clenched her jaw. Trying to hide her disappointment.

The girls giggled and another one spoke up, "Does her parents not love her enough to buy her new clothes."

"I heard her parents died."

"If I was her mother, I would've killed myself too-" Sharron was quickly slammed against the locker by none other than Natasha Romanoff. Causing all the girls to look at her in shock. "What the fu-"

Natasha couldn't contain her anger and gave her another rough shoved, she didn't care that Wanda was witnessing the whole confrontation. "Go on. What else do you have to say, Carter?"

Sharron was lost for words, she could barely utter a word. "I-"

"What more do you have to say about my sister?" Shit.

"S-Sister?" Sharron manages to ask.

"If you so much as glance at her I won't hesitate to permanently damage your face. Got it?" Sharron didn't need to be told twice. The venom in Natasha's voice scared her to her core. She nodded frantically. "Same goes for the rest of you." That was all that Natasha said before hastily taking her leave.

The audacity of these girls.

Natasha stomps her way out of the locker room. She was filled with too much anger and disappointment. One, they insulted her sister. Two, they brought up her parents as well. And three, the fact that Wanda was no better than them. Her friend, her best friend, one she had a crush on, and maybe even love. Was a down right bitc-

"Natasha wait!" Speak of the devil.

Natasha tried to ignore her and made her way out of the school through the field. Wanda manages to catch up to her and pulled her to a stop. Yet Natasha pulled her hand away just as quick, it tore Wanda's heart. "What the hell do you want?!"

"Natasha please, I- I didn't know Y/n was your sister-" Wanda tried to reason. That made her furious.

"And if she wasn't, would it make in any better to bully someone?" Natasha asked. "Just- Leave me alone. I don't want to associate myself with someone like you." Natasha spat.

Wanda knew she was wrong, there's no denying that. But she didn't want to lose Natasha, her best friend. "Tasha, wait please just listen!"

"I have nothing more to say." Natasha started walking away again towards the parking lot, and she made it clear nothing Wanda had to say would make her listen. So, Wanda ran to stand in front of her to stop her track. Guilt smeared across her face.

"Look, I'm sorry. I really am!" She pleaded.

"I'm not the one you owe an apology too."

"I will, I promise. I just- I don't want to lose our friendship..."

Neither did Natasha. She genuinely liked Wanda, their friendship, and... well, Wanda. But nobody messes with her family. "You did that when you bullied my sister."

Wanda tried to defend herself, because yes she maybe have joined the conversation with her friends just to stay on topic, but she never actually teased Y/n. She never outright bullied her, or corner her in the bathroom. All she did was chime in here and there when their friends talked shit about other people. It doesn't make it any better, In any way It was pathetic.

But can you really blame her? She was merely a teenager trying to fit in.

Before Wanda could even explain herself, Natasha held up her hand to stop her. "Safe it. I don't ever want to speak to you."

"No... No, please. Natasha just listen-" Wanda was cut off by a honk of a car. They glanced to see Clint in a car with the window's down.

"Come on, lovebirds! I'm your chauffeur for the night." He clearly missed out on a few episodes.

Natasha quickly approached the car and got into the passenger seat. "Just drive, Clint. Date's canceled."

One of the things Natasha appreciates from Clint is that he understood her better than anyone. And seeing Natasha's distressed face, he drove out of the parking lot without another word. He gave Wanda a quick look of apology before rolling up his window.

Wanda watched as Clint's car drove out of the school boundaries. She felt sick to her stomach, tears pooling in her eyes. Wanda's heart broke into a million pieces. Not only did Natasha hated her, but she also ruined their friendship.

What can she do to restore it?

Hellooo, sorry this took a whilee. I've had many projects to do it makes my brain dead to write anything. Anyway I hope you enjoy this one! I'm planning to make a part 2, hopefully their relationship is not doomed😩

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bingo square: out of their league with tasm!peter using prompt 3.

i know one of the things about peter is he’s unaware of how appealing he is but i have idea stuck in my head

you and peter having been dating for a bit and you’re only familiar with his friends and vice versa like you guys know of each other and have exchanged greetings in passing but have never had the opportunity to get to know you

so when the opportunity does present itself (maybe at a party?) they’re stunned by everything they’ve learned about you and your personality basically a ‘woah our friend is great but your woah’ and he gets somewhat possessive and jealous

i like the idea of sitting on peter’s lap and teasing him until he lets you cockwarm him or the party dies down and barely anyone is there and he fucks you with his friends hearing (or watching 👀) and it ends with you leading him out the door to go home and your both marked up with hickeys and he has your lipstick on him + peter telling his friends that he knows he got lucky and how it’s something they’ll never about

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𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - TASM! Peter Parker x Fem! Rich! Cheerleader! Girlfriend! Reader

𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, smut, maybe slight angst?

𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 3.2K

𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - You were surprised when you found out that Peter fucking Parker was single, and you quickly fixed that. It was a surprise to everyone, especially him, when they found out you were interested in him - the head cheerleader and a physics nerd? Even then though, when a party occurs and his friends get to know more about you and think you’re so fucking cool — a wasted Peter gets jealous of how much they have your attention.

𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - cursing & foul language || definitely mixed up multiverses with friends, and added more || reader is reader wears makeup and revealing clothing || the nerd and the cheerleader trope has my heart || reader calls father ‘daddy’ nonsexually || party || shotgunning || reader smokes || drugs and alcohol || Peter really gets into this party mood because you’re having so much fun, therefore he gets wasted because he drinks and smokes || public groping & grinding || cock warming in public || slight voyeurism and exhibitionism? || marking kink || creampie || riding || multiple orgasms || multiple positions ||

“I think… we should go eat here for lunch,” you suggest, looking up at him as he stares down at you, the glasses on his face falling down his nose making you giggle, pushing them up. “Sounds good, right? I know high-end isn’t really your scene, but daddy’s friend just opened it up and the sushi looks like it’s to die for.”

“I-I uhm… I think that sounds good, I just got paid so-” he paused when you started giggling, looking down at you confused. “What’s wrong?”

“You don’t have to pay, sweetie. I don’t even have to pay, daddy has a tab there and we can get whatever we want. Besides, I have no practice today, so we have time!”

He smiled, but sighs. “When do I get to treat you, hm? It’s… it’s not fair. We always go to your house, your spots… I don’t get to do anything for you.”

You sit up, your shirt riding up your tummy and your skirt exposing your thighs. “What do you mean? Am… am I doing something wrong? I-I know I have problems with taking over things, am I doing that? I’m sorry-”

He shakes his head, quickly cupping your face. “No honey, of course not… it’s just, I don’t think it’s fair. I never get to spoil you… or bring you to my apartment or buy you lunch… Does that make you annoyed? Do I do enough for you?”

You stare at him, jaw slack before you start to laugh. “Peter! Are you insane?! I love you, I don’t care how much you spend on me, I like spending on you. I love going to your apartment, I love Aunt May, but I just like taking you to my house because we have more privacy. I like you living with me, don’t you want to move in with me? I’ve been meaning to ask you that…”

Peter pauses, staring at you. “You want me to move in with you?”

You giggle. “Well yeah… we’ve known each other for years, been dating for two… it’s not that weird, is it?”

He shook his head. “N-No, but… if I move in with you, I need to help with your bills and stuff. I’m not going to let you pay for everything.”

You laugh. “Peter, why would I let you pay for something I don’t even pay for? You… just have to stay with me,” you slowly move to sit in his lap, pushing back his hair as you giggled. “And love me. Besides, you would be the best boyfriend ever if you moved in with me.”

He hummed, nodding as he pulled you closer. “I will, honey, I will. I’ll do anything you want me to.”

You giggle, tugging on his hair. You had him wrapped around your finger, and you loved it just as much as you loved him. You pulled him closer, about to press a kiss to his lips before someone yelled his name. “Peter? Peter, oh my god, hey!”

You pulled away, smiling when you saw Gwen. “Oh, it’s Gwen. You should talk to her, invite your friends out to lunch with us!”

Peter almost groaned when he saw Gwen, Ned, MJ, and Harry walking toward them. He loved them, he did, but fuck could they leave? He was about to be kissed by you until he couldn’t breathe and your lipstick stained his lips, could they go? “Oh, hey guys!”

“Peter, we haven’t seen you in a while! Hey Y/N!” Gwen looks at you as you pull your legs under your butt, smiling at her.

“Hey Gwen! How are you guys, have y’all eaten lunch? Peter and I were just about to go.”

“Oh no, we just came from lunch, but thank you! How are y’all?” She sits down, the rest following as you shrug.

“We’re good! Peter and I were just talking about how he’s going to move in with me soon” you answer, humming. “I’m thinking next Friday. Oh, and we can have a party too! You guys should come, it’s going to be a… Peter's welcome party!”

MJ hummed. “You like to party, don’t you?”

“Oh who doesn't!” You giggled, humming. “It’ll be great! Besides, my parties are always the best, you guys should really come!”

Peter smiled, nodding. “Yeah, I know it’s been a while since we’ve all gone to a party together… what do y’all think?”

Gwen hums, looking back at everyone as they nod. “Okay! We’ll come.”

You smiled, looking back at Peter. “Perfect.”

It didn’t take Peter long to move in. Aunt May was happy he was getting out of the house, and you were even more happy to have him living with you. He was sleeping in your now shared bed every night, sometimes with his cock shoved deep inside of your cunt and twisting up your guts from how big he was.

Tonight though was Peter Parker’s Welcome Home party. He was home, finally he was home with you, where you have wanted him since you both started dating. Your now shared house was filled with sweaty teens, drunk or high off their asses as you sat with Peter and his friends in the living room, giggling along with Gwen as you held a joint between your fingers.

“You’re lying!” MJ was cackling as she clutched her book, staring at Peter. “Peter fucking Parker chased you down to ask for your number?”

“Yes!” You giggle, covering your mouth to hide your smile as Peter pressed his face into the back of your neck, slurring words into your skin before leaning into your hand and taking a long drag from the joint. “I told him he was hot at the subway station, then of course I had to catch my subway, and then he chased me all the way into the car and had to take a whole other subway to get back to where he wanted to go!”

Gwen laughs as Peter exhaled the smoke against your skin, your body hot even though so much skin was exposed in the skimpy dress you wore that barely went past down your ass and cut low on your chest, and even had a triangle piece of fabric missing from the bottom of your braless tits and lace black underwear. His hands ran along your bare skin as you giggled, leaning into his form as he started pressing lazy, open mouthed kisses to your neck.

“Peter! Why didn’t you introduce us to Y/N earlier, she’s amazing!” Ned laughed as you inhaled deeply with the joint in your mouth, mind going hazy before Peter pulled you back to kiss him.

You exhaled into his mouth, smoke flooding out from where your mouths weren’t connected and his hands groped at your tits. You groaned, humming as he took the joint from your fingers adorned with long acrylics and the base pressed to the thin satin that covered your tits.

“And that’s our cue to leave,” Gwen voiced out, everyone agreeing as you pulled Peter closer.

You groaned against his lips as you tried to turn around, desperate for more of his kisses before he pulled away, his mouth smeared with your lipstick. It was your signature color, one you wore everyday, and it looked fucking amazing on him.

You looked down at the joint in his hand, the fact the two of you were almost done with it saying something. “Want some more, spider boy?” You whisper, grabbing his wrist and taking a long inhale before blowing it into his face and licking his fingers. You hummed loudly, sucking his middle finger into your mouth like a lollipop as you take the joint in your other hand, pulling his finger down your throat before pulling away and moving to his pointer, sucking on the tip before forcing yourself to gag on it, pulling away to see the thick string of saliva. “The sooner we finish this, the sooner we can have some more fun.”

This specific joint was the one you were saving. It wasn’t Peter’s first time, mainly because it didn’t affect him, but this one did because it was of higher quality and had certain things you had disclosed to him before. You told him it was called ‘Cupid’s Arrow’, a stupid name but one that suited the joint filled with aphrodisiacs and a cherry flavored strain and he agreed immediately because of how excited you were.

You didn’t smoke very often, only on special occasions, and today was one of them.

It didn’t take long for you both to finish the joint, Peter slipping the remainder into a drink next to him as your lips continued their assault on his own, tongue pushing into his mouth and lipstick smearing all over his lips. He whined as you pulled away, humming as you tilted your head back and his mouth pressed against your neck before you gasped.

“Peter! I love this song, come on!” You tugged him off the comfort of the couch, a smile on his stained lips even though his boner was on show before you tugged him in front of you to firmly press against your body. “Dance with me, Peter.”

You’re both pushed together even closer from the rest of the sweaty bodies around you, but they knew better than to get close to you and Peter. He turned you around, his hands holding your hips as he bent his knees to press his cock between your thighs, his erection poking into your soaked panties as your hands pushed behind your head to hold his and pull him even closer.

It doesn’t take long for the drugs to actually kick in, mixing with the alcohol, your body finally cooling down as you rocked your hips back into Peter’s. He groaned loudly into your ear, hands shaking as they pushed underneath the fabric that barely covered your chest, groping and letting his fingertips swipe over your hard nipples.

You groaned loudly as you tilted your head back, your body starting to grow hot as you rocked into him with urgency, the feeling of his large, blunt tip rubbing against your pussy too much to handle. You whined loudly as he pulled you closer, desperate to feel your body against his as you groaned into his mouth when he pulled you in for a kiss. He pulled away to press firm kisses to your neck, smearing the same lipstick he had on his lips against your skin as you pulled out that same golden, expensive tube and a handheld mirror to reapply it.

His reflection caught your eye, his mouth pressing firmly to your neck and sucking against your skin while groping at your tits from underneath your dress. You tilted your head back as you slip the tube and mirror back into the waistband of your dress, eyes rolling back as his thumbs slid over your hard nipples and his hot mouth sucking against your skin made everything hazy.

Neither of you registered the people around you, your mouth pressing kisses to his cheek before sucking hickies against his jaw, slight saltiness from the thin sheen of sweat on both of your bodies. Both of you were grinding against each other like there was no tomorrow, the tip of his cock rubbing against your clothed sex making your body even hotter.

“Fuck,” you cursed, groaning as he squeezed at your tits before slowly guiding you both back to the couch where you straddled his thighs and were quick to unbutton his pants. You tugged the zipper down as you set your lipstick and mirror down on the table as he easily slipped off your underwear, throwing it to the side as you pushed yourself up so you could guide his cock into you.

This wasn’t the first time the two of you had raw sex, but it was definitely the first time you were both high off your asses. “Wait, wait,” you whisper, balancing yourself by holding his chest. “Is this okay?”

“Mhm,” he hummed, nodding vigorously. “More than okay. So much more than okay.”

You giggled as you leaned forward, pressing your lips against his as he slowly pushed his cock between your legs, letting his blunt tip slide up and down your slit before finally pushing up into you. Your head falls back, groans echoing around the room as he bucked his hips.

You felt wetter than you’ve ever been, your cunt squelching as he slowly pushed into you, his face pressed against your neck as he groaned loudly. He gasped as you slowly began to sink down on him, your pretty face scrunched in all the right ways and tears pricking your eyes made him groan loudly, his hips bucking into you.

He didn’t even know that he came until you felt something inside of you, that same sticky feeling flooding down your thighs as you groaned, attempting to push lower on his cock as he grunted. “Did you just cum?”

He pauses, looking down. “I-I think so…”

“But you’re still hard?” You whispered, ducking down to kiss his neck and continue sucking on his skin. “Guess that Cupid’s Arrow really did something, huh baby?”

He hummed, nodding. “I swear, you feel so much fucking better than I could ever imagine. I don’t know if it’s the drugs or if it’s you, but I swear I can fucking feel everything.”

You giggled. “You’re sure it’s not your spidey senses?”

He groaned, shaking his head as he held your hips and angled his own to thrust up into you with a loud groan. “N-No, my… my spidey-sex-drive is up or something… I feel everything, your pussy clenching and all of your slick dripping down my cock… I swear I can feel you stretch out with every thrust. Please, please I need to fuck you so bad.”

“Isn’t that what you’re doing?” You whisper, one of his hands pushing up the chest area of your dress and letting your tits fall out. He pauses his thrusting, making you whine, grabbing a folded blanket to throw it over your shoulders.

“I need more. Fucking hell, I need to feel as much as I can of you, but this body is only mine to see. You’re mine.”

You groaned into his ear, gasping as you held the back of his head, rocking your hips into his to match every thrust. You could barely think about anything else but his cock ramming into you, the almost infinite feeling of riding your orgasm making your mind blurry. Have you cum yet? Peter always knew when you came, he would feel a lightning bolt down his spine and would giggle softly, but with the amount he was shaking in pleasure you didn’t know.

You could feel his cock being easily let into your deepest parts, the aphrodisiacs must’ve had something to do with loosening you up and making arousal spew from you like a fountain. Or maybe it was cum? Who knew at this point, you couldn’t think of anything else but Peter who was covered in your lipstick and hickies, his cock buried inside of you, balls deep and his cum leaking out of your pussy before he pounded it straight back in.

He groaned into your neck, gasping as another shock ran down his back, his hands slamming you down on his cock as you panted into his ear. “F-Fuck, Y/N, I can’t stop… I can’t stop my hips, I can’t stop fucking you.”

You shake your head against his neck, whimpering. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop!”

Your body was hot, the only relief was his cock inside of you and you didn’t want it to stop anytime soon. You didn’t care that you both were fucking mid-party, it was your house, your couch, your boyfriend. If anyone had a problem with it, they could leave.

You gasped as he grabbed your hips, flipping the two of you over so you were on your back, his hands sliding a pillow under your hips to support you before going straight back to your tits. You groaned as you pushed your hands under his shirt, the blanket covering both of your bodies as his mouth stayed on yours, barely pulling away to even breathe.

Peter couldn’t help it, whatever the hell was in that joint made him infatuated. His hips thrusted as hard as he could, desperate to be inside of you as much as he could while you rocked your hips to match his thrusts, desperate to reach a climax in your high. You had cum at least three times from what Peter could actually process, but like him, the permanent high of ecstasy wasn’t enough when the both of you needed to hit that climax.

Your moans filled his ears as the couch started to creak, his mouth hot on your neck and collarbone to mark you up as though someone would try to take you. He couldn’t stop leaving all those hickies all over your body, how could he when everyone needed to know you belonged to him? Besides, after this and everyone seeing him fuck you until you saw stars, everyone would definitely know he was your boyfriend, soon to be fiancée as soon as he found the perfect ring for you.

Your legs were wrapped around his waist, your thrusts meeting his as his cock slammed into you, wet slaps and squelches filling the room that could’ve been full of spectators — not that either of you cared.

You didn’t know when he stopped, panting above you as you hold his head and rake your fingers through his hair, admiring the mess of hickies and lipstick marks that you left. You pulled him down for another firm kiss, humming as you pulled away and he followed your lips. “We should get a dog.”

He laughed, titling his head to the side to press kisses to your neck, seeing all of his friends in the corner gaping at you both. “Whatever you want, honey.”

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i may not be able to write out actual fanfic but i can put out ideas that scratch my brain and make me scream into the void

SO

being hazel callahan’s passenger princess and going on night drives when you both can’t sleep

going to zoos and aquariums where she rambles out fun facts on her favourite animals

staring at the chains around her neck so often she notices and buys you matching ones (same thing with rings, even better if they’re from brittany’s jewelry business)

movie marathon dates under a blanket fort complete with fairy lights, fluffy blankets, and snacks

fidgeting with each other’s hands while having long talks about whatever

i’m a FIRM believer in cocky!hazel after a few months of dating. once she knows you’ll stick with her for the long run, she’s not as nervous and acts more flirty (lingering touches, cheesier words, etc)

she may not be able to cook but she’ll surely try and learn your favorite foods (i think she’s more of a baker since baking is kinda like chemistry and we all know how she feels about explosive reactions)

on that note, i do believe she’s top of her class in chemistry or physics (thinking about her tutoring you in those subjects but those study dates eventually lead to makeout sessions)

that kiss scene towards the end of the movie and the fact that she wears rings really inspired me,,, y’all know where this is going probably (i NEED someone to write this desperately because i ain’t seen it anywhere and i’m down BAD)

literally any member of band!gf x loser!gf (i’m talking bassists, guitarists, drummers, lead singers)

those fics with cheerleader gf x loser gf !!! smth i haven’t seen with this trope yet is cheerleader gf surprising her with her strength, carrying her princess style

goth!gf x nerd!gf: her letting you do her eyeliner like yours, sitting in her lap as she lies down (like this 😩)

bimbo!gf x loser!gf: your average oblivious hyperfem with her awkward masc relationship, even better if bimbo!gf wears heels often so she’s taller than hazel who is at perfect height for forehead kisses (usually leaving lipstick marks that she doesn’t notice until pj basically screams and points at it)

hazel carrying a bunch of chapstick or hair ties in her backpack in case her gf forgets hers

thrifting dates because slow fashion is important

as a sanrio girlie, i think hazel would love pompompurin and his little hat

hazel acts kinda like a little golden retriever so she would definitely get along will with dogs but i like to think she’s a cat person, cats fucking LOVE her and she is always feeding the strays on her block

hazel is a tea girlie and yes she does have fun facts about them (chamomile became v important after her parents divorce)

hazel likes simulation games like stardew valley and role playing games like baldur’s gate (she spends hours making her character) (yes this is self indulgent because i love bg3)

she loves handmade gifts; make this baby a mug, crochet her a sweater, paint her a picture and she will melt

soooooo many trinkets on her shelves (god i wish we saw her room in the movie)

she def has a less common pet (reptiles, bugs, rodents [like ferrets])

a bird would be nice for hazel if i’m being honest, she talks to it everyday but especially after a bad day (like when pj dismisses whatever cool thing she wants to talk about at lunch and changes the topic by talking over her)

idk what else to say rn but best believe that my brain will rot again because the gay shit will not be going away any time soon

#bottoms movie #bottoms 2023 #hazel callahan #hazel callahan x reader #ruby cruz #down astronomically bad #hazel callahan fanfiction #hazel callahan fluff #hazel bottoms #hazel callahan x you #sapphic #wlw #hazel callahan imagine #hazel callahan x fem reader

[sugarsfics]

Prom-posal

Summary: The Queen of the Nerds and King Steve have been secretly dating. Prom is coming up and he only has one girl on his mind

Trope: King Steve x Nerd!Reader; established relationship, but was enemies to lovers

Warning: Use of Y/n, bad writing/ bad grammar

Word Count: 800

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Steve was freaking out. He is car going over what he wants to say to you, how he wants to ask you. He was asking you to Prom. You and Steve have been secretly dating since the summer. You met during chemistry class last year, you tutor him, it was the beautiful enemy to lover trope. He’s king Steve you are the queen of nerds in high school that means arch enemies, for some reason he wanted to impress you so he would talk about his wealth and his basketball skills you saw it has him bragging and being self-center. That starts the war of snarky comments at each other, from lifestyle to the way you dress. He would tease you for your love for comics books and Star Wars. He would tease you for wearing glasses. He would tease you for making periodic table jokes that you only laughed at. Yet you were the first person he would tell when he got an A, yet when he needed to a tutor in math he asks for you, yet he would always look for you at prep rallies. Something came over him the day he got his final grades back there was only As and Bs on his report card, he made a b line for you knowing you would be in the science room. He found you a shove it in your face before you would yell at him, he kissed you, you didn’t pull a way you brought him closer all your frustration you had for each other left during the make out session. After he asked you on a date and the rest was history. You kept it a secret knowing Hawkins would blow up if two different cliques were to be together, also the relationship was just you and Steve, well you Steve and Dustin. 

Steve was going to ask you at lunch in front of everyone, he was tired of being a secret. He wanted to hold your hand at school, he wanted to kiss you in front of everyone, he wanted you to wear his leather man jacket on game days, he especially wanted to show you off in front of the nerds. He knew how the nerds felt about you, you were their queen, they all had fallen for you the same way he had fallen, your smartness, your wits, your beauty, you. Steve had overheard one of the more good-looking nerds, Mikey, saying that he wanted to ask you to prom and to be his girlfriend that made his blood boil, and he pushed the kid into his locker to relive some anger. After school he called the one he could trust the most Dustin, also he is always a nerd. Dustin helped Steve make his poster, Steve told him that he loved your nerdy jokes, the ones that he never got and only made you laugh. So, they came up with Are you copper and tellurium because you are cute Be My Date PROM, using the periodic elements, he knew you would love it.  

All the girls were freaking out when they saw Steve holding a poster, "Omg." Who is he going to ask? It must be me right. Their dreams were quickly shut down when he walked right past them, everyone followed who was King Steve asking he walked by the jock table, the cheerleaders, the popular girls, he was going all the way to the end of the cafeteria.  

You hadn’t noticed the commotion, you were too busy with your head in a textbook, you were helping Mary with her math homework, you didn’t notice the shadow that cast over you or the look of fear in the other’s eyes. Someone clearing their throat caught your attention, Steve. He turned the poster around to face you, everyone gasps reading He was asking the Queen of the Nerds your eyes widen this was such a pubic things “Y/N will you go the prom with me” before you could answer people started to laugh “Nice joke Harrington” is it a joke you thought, but you found your answer in his eyes they were so sincere practically screaming at you saying NOT A JOKE. “yes” you answered his smile reached his eyes then leaned in for a kiss, more gasps were heard. “No more hiding he whispered you nodded “Can I sit” he asked pointing to the seat next to you; you moved your bag and motion him to seat. He put his arm around you, everyone's eyes were still on you both “Yes we are dating move on with your lives” you exclaimed scoffs were heard by girls everyone still shock on what just happened. “Are you guys really together” Mikey asked “Yep she is all mine” Steve smirked kissing your forehead. “So, my next game...” 

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#steve stranger things #steve harrington #stranger things #steve x you #steve fluff #steve x reader #king steve x nerd!reader #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fandom #steve harrington imagine #steve x nerd!reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem #steve harrington x y/n smut #steve harrington fluff #sugarsfics

[honeythispodcast]

Hi Maren and EJ! Loved your recent episode exploring the MCR music video discog through the lens of ‘The Feminine Figure’ and their role in film. I got thinking about the I’m Not Okay video and how it heavily references the 1984 film ‘Revenge of the Nerds’. Along with ‘Heathers’ (A queer classic), the film is probably the biggest cinematic influence on the video. Ray’s line ‘and you don’t know karate’ is lifted from a scene in ‘Revenge of the Nerds’ where a jock asks one of the nerds (a character of Asian descent) “Do you know karate? No? Good.” before fitting his head with a used jockstrap.

The I’m Not Okay video subverts the sexist tropes utilised in the 80’s film, in that it refuses to use women as a means for male social upward-mobility or treat them as prizes to be won by our geeky little band. In the film, popular and pretty women are made to suffer at the hand of the Nerds, because their suffering elevates their abusers to that elusive status of ‘A Real Man’. For example, the lead female character, Betty, is sexually exploited by our hero character and later falls in love with him, thereby allowing the nerd character to cuck (emasculate) the jocks. She exists as the vehicle for the titular revenge, and she is also (of course) a cheerleader.

MCR choose to redirect their revenge toward traditional masculinity itself. To mock it instead of aspire to it, and this subversion starts before the very first ‘Have you ever felt?’ appears onscreen. When Gerard utters ‘Maybe I don’t wanna make it, I just wanna-‘ the departure begins. An alternative path to belonging is offered. Through the lens of the ‘revenge against the bullies’ trope we can read Gerard’s line as: “I don’t want to walk the line that this narrative sets up for me. I don’t want to be like them, I want to make it my own way.” Metatextually signifying: “We, as a band, will do things our own way”.

It can’t be overstated how important this video was in setting MCR apart from both their peers and their previous work. The social values of the band are made clear as day, marking a departure from the more typical emo-core lyrical trappings that we see on Bullets and a maturation in Gerard’s songwriting. We see and hear violence on Three Cheers, but its target is not the cheating girlfriend (Honey, This Mirror) or the pretty co-worker that won’t give you the time of day (Cubicles). Instead, we see Gerard turn his anger inward (Helena) and violence itself transformed into something alluringly psycho-sexual (I Never Told You).

In summary: See Gerard Way 2002 “This song’s about killing the head cheerleader just to get a hardon” vs Gerard Way 2022 I am the head cheerleader with a hardon.

Looking forward to the Angels in America episode. Love your work! X

this is SUCH A GREAT ASK THANK YOU!!! This was so fun to read and discuss on the pod. Check out our response at 38:00 in the new episode!

#asks #mcr #my chemical romance #honey this podcast

[magewritesstories]

[ ᴅᴇᴍᴇᴛʀɪ ᴀʟᴇxᴏᴘᴏʟᴏᴜꜱ ] ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ

summary:  Headcanons for getting into and being in a relationship with Demetri when you’re a semi-popular cheerleader. TW: none note: I love the popular x nerd trope and he’s the definition of my type so, kinda self-indulgent but whatever.

I imagine it’s set up by Moon because she knows literally everyone

You needed help with a subject, and she said that she knew someone that could definitely help

Cut to Demetri ver nervously waiting in the library for you, wondering who Moon’s mysterious friend that needed help was

When you show up he’s a little thrown off, he was suspecting it was someone popular— because that was most of Moon’s friend group— but he wasn’t expecting it to be you

He did know who you were, the two of you had worked on a small project all the way back in freshman year, afterwards you always waved at him in the hall or made small talk whenever he was close

Thankfully that meant he didn’t have to do the whole awkward introduction he’d rehearsed in his head a hundred times

The two of you sit down and start working, and somewhere along the way, Demetri makes a small Star Wars reference because he’s a nerd and can’t help himself

Absolutely horrified when you offhandedly say you hadn’t seen the movies

You seize the opportunity and say that maybe the two of you could watch ‘em together sometimes

He literally malfunctions, and you couldn’t help but laugh, but hey you couldn’t just let that opportunity slide

So, the two of you make plans to watch the first three movies at his house next Saturday

After that your little crushes turn into full blown feelings, and one of you has to confess or you’ll both explode from feels— or Hawk will just grow impatient and tell you both to make out and get it over with

So Demetri asks, well more like forces, Robby to be his training dummy as he practices asking you out

He would’ve asked Hawk, but his constructive criticism isn’t really constructive, and Miguel’s too nice to give any criticism at all

He has a very elaborate plan on asking you out, but it all kinda goes to hell

Instead he ends up just letting it slip in one of your conversations

Now it was your turn to malfunction, but after the initial shock, you played it off and agreed to go on a date with him

It was all uphill from that moment on

#cobra kai imagines #cobra kai headcanons #cobra kai fic #Cobra Kai #demetri x reader #demetri alexopoulos #demetri alexopolous x reader #cobra kai dating #cobra kai x reader

[eddieexcellence]

SOUR CANDY

part v: accomplice or hostage

E. Munson x fem!reader

Synopsis: back in Hawkins for spring break, the reader is back from college. She gets sucked into the madness again for the fourth time with her best friend and younger friends. Plus an unexpected and unwelcome face.

Type: fixit fic, angst/comfort, enemies to lovers trope

Warnings: anxiety attacks, cursing, let me know if I miss anything??

Words: 3k

Author's note: sorry for the delay!! It’s been a busy month for me, and I haven’t had much time to myself!! I hope you guys enjoy!! I’m not too confident about this part, feels kinda cut off but I didn’t want to keep you guys waiting, but the next part has more of this scene?? Like I said in my last update, I’ve been working on the other parts as well!! Hopefully you guys like!!

You were fidgeting with your fingers sitting next to Eddie as he anxiously kept glancing out the window at whoever. The sun was now almost set and it was dark in the boathouse.

“Please tell me who’s looking for you right now!” You pleaded. He still hadn’t told you who his angry mob was, it had to be at least over an hour since they first arrived.

“It’s the assholes you and Harrington would associate with.” Eddie still kept his eyes out the window, making sure you two would be safe.

He was mad you were here, and had been dragged into this. Of all the times he could’ve been inconveniently stuck with you— it was now. You seemed to always be there to press the salt into his wounds, you always made sure of it even if it wasn’t the best time. His sanity was hating it. He wished you two had not taken so long bickering while taking a nostalgic break. If you hadn’t you wouldn't be in this mess, and it would just be him. He wouldn’t feel your shoulder pressed up to his, and your warmth radiating through his leather jacket. The smell of your shampoo and perfume wouldn’t be invading his senses causing him to involuntarily take deep breaths as if the scent was anchoring him, a much more pleasant smell than the stale stagnant fishy odor of the boathouse. Jason Carver and his cronies were only a mere 100 feet from you with crowbars and who knows what, out to get him, and he was too busy paying attention to the notes of your perfume and the pressure of your arm against his to almost not notice the danger.

You on the other hand were trying to think of a plan. “Maybe I can talk to them, distract them? My cars down the road I have weapons, another walkie, I’m sure there’s a blanket in the trunk as well. You can hide until I can get back?” You brainstormed out loud, trying to remain positive.

Not wishing Eddie any ill will, also how would you bug him and pick on him if he was beaten to death or in jail? You were the charismatic babysitter, you managed to weasel into Eddie’s trailer, and get you and your friends out of tons of messes before with your cute smile and bat of your lashes; what was so different about this? Maybe you could avert their attention from their manhunt and get Eddie out of the boathouse to your car til you were able to leave inconspicuously? Sounded thorough enough.

Eddie looked over at you, “first off, Babysitter has illegal weapons in her car? How the hell do you get any gigs?”

An annoyed look crossed your features as you rubbed your temples. “Key word illegal, Munson. Second off add secret in there. So when you get out of here keep it that way.”

He then had a grim expression, a frown setting on his full lips. “I hate to break it to you Princess, when they realize you’re protecting me you’re going to be exiled to the island of misfit toys too.” He quickly looked back up through the window before ducking down again. “Or maybe they’ll be convinced you're my next victim. First the cheerleader, then the journalism nerd, next the goody two shoes babysitter?”

You stilled, though sarcastic he had a point. Either way, you with him didn't look good for you or him. You were now an accomplice or hostage, you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Oh my god,” you breathlessly said in between nervous laughter. That was the funniest thing you heard all day. “Oh my god.” You repeated laughing louder, Eddie looked at you like you lost your mind, his frown now a scowl.

Eddie rolled his eyes, clicking on the walkie talkie in his hand. “Dustin, please? Are you there?” He looked beside him at you, silencing your nervous giggles. “Your babysitter, it’s broken.” He added with a sigh.

As you calmed down, you realized how much trouble you two were in. How you were stuck with a man that annoyed the daylights out of you, while being hunted by people you never wanted to associate yourself with after high school. Whenever you were out of this mess, you never wanted to be in this close of proximity to Eddie ever again.

You grabbed the walkie out of Eddie’s grasp. “I swear to everything, we are screwed! So screwed and I’m stuck here! With Munson, that in itself is fucked up! We need help!” You were frantic as you quietly shouted into the walkie.

Eddie then swatted your arm lightly holding his finger to his lip before grabbing the walkie from you.

“Uhm, never mind.” He said into the machine before setting it aside. Shouting could be heard from outside, you and Eddie looked at each other both of your eyes wide. He glanced at the boat. “Let’s go,” he said, walking over and starting to untie the small vessel.

“What the hell are we doing?!” You whisper shouted. He held out his hand, motioning to step inside the boat.

“The one thing I do best, run.” His tone wavered, and he sounded defeated. It’s all he’s been able to do so far, run away from the problem. If you were by yourself and knew nothing you would’ve as well. You hesitatingly walked towards him and the row boat. “If we stay low and get far out enough maybe they won’t notice?”

You gulped and nodded, what did you have to lose at this point? You took his rough calloused hand that seemed to swallow yours in size, both of your palms clammy as you climbed over and took a seat. He got in, pushing the boat out so you two could start rowing.

“Keep your head down,” he instructed as you two got out of the boathouse. Rowing in sync as fast as you could as you two went out into the middle of the lake under the pale moonlight.

“First running, now rowing. Who knew I’d need to do so much athletic activity out of high school?” You quietly mumbled mainly to yourself, but the man with the dark curly long hair next to you that kept blowing in your face, snorted.

“Yeah, as much as I enjoyed your cheerleader phase, my personal favorite is when you tried out for volleyball.” Eddie chortled remembering your valiant efforts at being athletic to fit in with Steve and your jock friends. You paused rowing for a minute. Eddie looked at you, “what are you doing?”

“You paid attention to all of that?” You asked in awe.

“Uh yeah, seeing you make a fool of yourself was the highlight of my days when I was selling to all the jocks under the bleachers.” He said it like it was obvious. Though watching you bounce around in the cheerleading uniform was a sight to see. Not to mention seeing you take a couple volleyballs to the noggin in the not so modest uniform was quite amusing. You weren't the most poised or graced girl on the team, you were one of the cutest he would give you that. He wouldn’t say that out loud. He’d take those thoughts to the grave before ever letting anyone hear thar.

“Can we get back to rowing now?” He started rowing himself.

You shook off the hurt you felt, of course it was for that reason, and nothing else. You didn’t know what else you expected. Definitely not him watching you because he might’ve missed you or to feel any other way than spite or happiness to watch you make a fool of yourself.

“Hey freak!” Someone yelled from the shore. “Where do you think you’re going?” You turned to see Jason Carver, and another one of his cronies behind him. “Holy shit, are you getting ready to sacrifice someone else?!” He yelled from the shore starting to strip out of his suit.

“Shit,” Eddie got up, trying to start the motor of the small row boat. “C’mon you piece of shit!” He got frustrated. You tried to keep rowing going back and forth between each side. The engine would sputter but not turn over. “C’mon you gotta help me out here, man!” He told it. He tried a couple more times with profanities cursing at it. “Nope? All right. Okay.” Before he grabbed his oar and helped you row.

“Maybe if you talked to it more nicely.” You jeered at him.

Even when his angry mob swam to get to him, you had to make a comment. “Whose side are you on, Y/l/n?” He yelled, his nostrils flared slightly. Maybe now wasn’t a time for your comment as you saw he was actually furious.

“Sorry,” you squeaked out and focused on rowing. Jason was already catching up to you two. You saw Eddie’s watch glow in the darkness; 9:23pm. How long have you been stuck with him? It definitely didn’t feel like it was that long, but you had spent a good majority of the late afternoon and now night with Eddie.

“Is that goody two shoes, Y/l/n?” Jason’s cronie asked him. Goody two shoes, you wanted to scoff at that.

“I think it is!” Jason shouted back as he swam faster to you two. He got near the boat and the man next to you jumped up holding his oar up.

“Hey, stay back man! Stay back!” He was swinging the wood around at Jason as he got closer.

“Don’t hurt her!” Jason yelled at Eddie. He looked back at his friend who had stopped and was wading in the water. “What are you doing? We almost have him!” He turned around and saw the boy just floating there. “Hey Patrick! Patrick?”

The boy named Patrick continued to wade in his spot before out of nowhere he went below the surface. Jason called for him again. You had shot Eddie a wary glance, and he gave you the same look. You didn’t know what the hell was going on.

After a few seconds the water erupted and Patrick came flying out into the sky. Eddie jumped startled, falling out of the boat. You didn’t flinch. All you could do was look at the airborne body. Patrick’s head was tilted upwards, arms and legs sprawled out.

You heard Eddie emerge out of the water gasping for air, but your eyes were still glued to Patrick’s lifeless body as you could hear it start to bend and break. You were mortified, unable to take your eyes off of him as you started to see his body follow the sounds. You felt someone grab your hand and pull you over into the water before you could actually see anything too mortifying. You screamed but a hand covered your mouth and you were pulled into a chest. You could feel the cold rings of Eddie’s against your lips as he kept your back turned away from Patrick, your hand holding on to the side of the boat to stay afloat. All you could hear were the bones breaking, and yours and Eddie’s out of breath panting. You closed your eyes tightly as if that would help from preventing the sound of bones breaking from entering your ears. Then it stopped and all was heard was Patrick’s body falling into the water.

“Y/n we gotta go.” Eddie whispered gently in your ear. “I’m gonna let you go now.” He told you as he removed his hand from your mouth and his arm from your waist. You floated there soaking wet, eyes staring at the other side of the shore. He hoisted himself into the boat, extending his hand. You grabbed it, letting him pull you into the boat and took a seat beside him. Eddie started rowing for the both of you, letting you just sit there for a moment.

The both of you were silent just processing what had happened. You had none of your things, no idea what you would do when you reached the shore. Jason now knew it was you with Eddie, whether you were going to be called an accomplice or Eddie’s next victim was up to him. Nonetheless you were going to be a part of the manhunt for Eddie. The sound of breaking bones had seared into your memory. No doubt the nightmares would come back. Like they had when you first saw a demogorgon, then when you watched the Mind Flayer leave poor Will’s body, and when you were almost killed by it in Starcourt Mall. Eddie Your thoughts just kept running and overthinking.

You could feel your chest tighten, and you start to breathe erratically. You had gripped onto your chest as you hyperventilated. Eddie looked over at you concerned.

“What’s going on?” He tried to ask, but you couldn’t respond just grasping onto your chest more, shaking your head. “Shit,” he stopped for a moment. He remembered when you two were friends, he’d found you a couple times like this at your locker or at a picnic table after school when you’d dread going home, because you knew your parents would be fighting or yelling at you. He tried to remember what he’d do to help you.

You were trying to do your usual 5,4,3,2,1 method in your head, but in the darkness with only the moon lighting the lake it was difficult to look at your surroundings. All you could really see was the dim features of Eddie. His skin practically glowing because he was so pale, you could see the frizz of his hair that was weirdly enough a halo around his head, his silver ring clad hands grabbing an oar to continue rowing you both to safety, and the look of concern in his dark eyes.

You smell the lake water, the dingy musty smell of the boat, mixing with the faint smell of your perfume, and Eddie’s natural scent with the note of the cheap cologne etched into his leather jacket.

You could hear sirens in the distance approaching, the sound of frogs croaking in the cattails at the shore, and the faint singing from Eddie?

Eddie always had his Walkman on him when you were younger, so he’d let you listen to whatever tape you wanted when you’d go into an anxiety attack. As much as you loved metal, you still loved pop music and a bunch of other genres that played on the radio. He’d grumble about it, but let you ‘contaminate’ his music player with whatever tape you’d be listening to even if it wasn’t metal.

The one band he remembered most you’d always listen to was Fleetwood Mac. A bit corny in his opinion since the only time he heard it was when his uncle was fixing his car or the old couple that lived in the RV next to his trailer would blast it when they were drinking. He didn’t know the lyrics well. He would really only pay attention to the chords or beat of the songs, but he needed you to get focused so you two could get off the lake. The last he needed was to be caught up in another murder, and for you to be in the mix as well.

“So there you go again, you say you want your freedom. Well who am I to keep you down? Na na na something something something.” He sang off key quietly. You were looking at him, still hyperventilating, but listening to his voice. “Like a heartbeat that drives you mad, in the stillness ehh na na na.” He drifted off, having a terrible time remembering the words rowing for the both of you, switching back and forth on the sides of the boat. “Landslide, you can go your own way?” His voice was no longer confident just basically saying any Fleetwood Mac song together.

You had stopped heavy breathing and took a deep breath, still internally panicking, but it was doing the both of you no good in the body of water. Besides, you could panic more once you were on shore and save Eddie from singing any longer and butchering one of your favorite songs. You grabbed your oar and started to row again. He visibly relaxed as you got back into the swing of rowing with him.

“Oh thank god,” he mumbled to himself. You bit your lip trying to hide a smile. You kept quiet, not exactly knowing what to say, well you had ideas, but you didn’t know how ill timed they would be. When was anything in your life rightly timed though?

“I hope you're not the lead singer for your band, Munson.” It slipped through your mouth before you could stop it. The sarcastic remarks reserved for him never having a filter.

He shook his head, “I’d like to have you know I can actually sing. Just not your shitty music choices.”

“Fleetwood Mac is not shitty, you say that about any band that isn’t labeled heavy metal.” You countered back, feeling thankful to be arguing rather than panicking.

“If it made you start rowing again, I’d sing Madonna.”

“Angel is one of my favorites,” you said in a ‘matter of fact’ tone.

“Please Y/l/n, the more you talk, the more faith I lose in your taste in music.” Eddie scrunched his nose.

“Yeah well I already lost faith in yours, when you declared Megadeth the new Metallica.” You snapped back playfully.

“As long as you’re rowing you can lose faith in my music taste all you want.” He replied. You rolled your eyes as you two continued to have a quiet heated debate about music to the shore. Ironically this is how all your other anxiety attacks ended when you were around Eddie when you were younger too. Maybe just with a little disdain and intensity now.

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[pynkhues]

Okay here is my argument for Kim Possible being satire so sorry for how wordy this is in advance. This is based off of the four techniques of satire being exaggeration, incongruity, role reversal and parody. I think Kim Possible uses exaggeration, parody and a little role reversal within those.

Kim Possible would be parody of most superhero shows with slight role reversal in the parody. Most superhero shows with teenagers have them being much more adult than the average teenager. Kim Possible is very rooted in her being a regular teenage girl. Her power is that she’s an insanely good cheerleader and smart which is implied to be a genetic gift from her neurosurgeon mom and rocket scientist dad. Typically these teenagers are plagued by emotional turmoil by feeling the weight of saving the world, often in secret, while a running joke on the show is Kim seeming to find the insane things she does not a big deal or emotionally damaging. Kim relies on emotional support from her parents and talks out problems with them. She doesn’t keep it a secret and asks for understanding from her family, friends and squad when saving the world interferes with her life. She attends school which also never seems to actually happen in superhero shows. Kim isn’t treated any differently by her peers and is even consistently fighting to be seen as cool by Bonnie. She doesn’t fit the weird nerd (Spiderman comes to mind) or effortlessly always on trend (Alisha from Misfits) that teenage superheros often seem archtyped into.

There’s also an episode where Ron gets studied bc they think his “Ronness”is the key to Kim’s success. They don’t believe that Kim could just be that competent without a secret advantage which they first think is Ron and later Rufus. It shows that adult professionals are literally more willing to believe in the skills of a naked mole rat than a woman.

They also exaggerate the typical male/female hero dynamics with Kim and Ron’s relationship, as discussed earlier. I think their relationship really showcases how often we force women into being the mature ones by making her so competent and him so goofy. However, they also subvert this by having Ron be genuinely emotionally supportive and intelligent. There’s episodes where he encourages Kim to be more authentic to herself. He also never belittles her achievements and is truly her loudest and proudest supporter. He frequently sincerely compliments her. He listens to her issues and is emotionally vulnerable with her. There is some role reversal here with Ron almost playing a typical damsel in distress by needing saving from Kim, being her biggest hype man and by being the person that in many ways keeps Kim grounded. I think the episode where Ron moves to Norway shows how much Kim depends on him to meet her emotional needs and without him doing so she’s unable to focus as completely on the mission at hand.

Anyways. I may be completely wrong or off base. I’m in no way an expert on heroes, narratives, gender, satire, tv or even Kim Possible. Just some high thoughts that I really hope somebody out there will enjoy, lol! Very sorry if this was dumb or disappointing but I love your blog so much and always enjoy your takes on everything. 🤍

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It's not dumb or disappointing at all, anon! I loved this analysis, and particularly loved the way you unpacked a range of superhero tropes and looked at how Kim Possible subverts them. You're really making me want to rewatch the show, haha.

It's an interesting one to look at too, because there have been a lot of superhero parodies and satires out there, but they tend to lean hard into a really mean humour. Like stripping the polish from characters like Superman and Batman can only be done through exploring the toxicity of fame and power, and I love your point about how in many ways Kim Possible does it by instead exploring the space for emotional vulnerability and honesty in a way that most traditional superhero narratives eschew. It makes it feel a lot more unique and in many ways more original than shows that have even come after it, and it'd be a really interesting exercise to compare it broadly to other parodies.

Thanks for sharing!

#super interesting anon! #i loved it growing up i really should rewatch #kim possible #tv asks #welcome to my ama

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thoughts on the ships that are going to be potentially endgame this season? (madlyn +jetney) and also what do you think is going to happen to rina this season based on the teaser!

i am so excited to see how the ships develop this season. i think both madlyn + jetney have a lot of potential. however, i saw both of these ships as sort of slowburns, but with the time left it does make me hesitant to see how they pan out. especially with jet and maddox being recurring characters. i am highly intrigued with how their story may play out however. so i guess what i am trying to say is, i am putting my trust on the writers to deliver a good/satisfying storyline for them.

as for rina and the teasers. i have sooo many thoughts! (sorry if this is long i tend to ramble)

first, i have to say, it is so so sweet how in love they look! it makes me so happy that after three seasons we can finally see them together like this. happy and in love and in a healthy relationship!

gina being a cheerleader for the hsm4 movie and ricky the nerd is perfection to me. popular girl x nerdy boy is one of my favorite tropes ever. (they did this for me!) it’s also genderbent troyella, so i’m expecting lots of rina parrallels to troyella this season.

it seems gina will have some type of storyline with mack. or at least, that’s what they want us to think from the teasers going into the show. more so for drama purposes i suppose. they revealed in the character description mack is a child actor and has something with dani. so, i do not believe it will be something in regards of romance whatsoever, but more so to do with where gina’s career may be heading. since, it seems that gina will have a bigger role in the hsm4 movie. this seems to be a big season for gina so i am thrilled to see, as she is my favorite character.

honestly, ricky and gina are so in love with each other that the idea of any outside character “getting in between” just will not make me flinch. (though i am already rolling my eyes at the anti rinas who will cling unto mack and gina out of spite…)

i do think there will be some conflict with rina, because obviously, every plot needs some. but i see their main conflict being more about their circumstances. something that parallels troyella’s in hsm3. as individual characters, it looks like ricky and gina will be going through a lot of changes and ups and downs this season. which is something that will ultimately trickle down to their relationship. however, i know they will work through it to show the contrast between them and their past relationships. the core of rina as a ship is them fully understanding and getting each other, so they will get through things smoothly. joshua also called them a healthy relationship, so i am sure they will handle things fine.

what i hope to see is the orange buggy making a comeback! it is only right to bring back the car one last time since it is where they first felt a spark between them. if they brought the hat back then they could bring the car back too. to which, i hope leads to a rain/car scene. the bts pictures leads me to believe there will be a rain/car scene. i am fully convinced! there could be an emotional build up to lead up to that scene too. in the teaser we saw a scene where ricky looked sort of sad where he spoke with ej, so it may be a big moment. we will have to wait and see. hoping we get something more in the trailer to add more credibility to this theory.

lastly, i think i am most excited for an i love you scene. i just think that it will show great growth on ricky’s part and will be a sweet moment overall. (they’re so in love i wouldn’t be surprised if ricky just blurts it out without noticing :ag&/sjisakakjkjk)

hoping we get a full trailer soon so we have more content to dissect! thank you for this question!

#hsmtmts #rina hsmtmts #ricky x gina #gina x ricky #madlyn #jetney #ricky bowen #gina porter #hsmtmts s4 #rina

[delulu-with-wandanat]

Ayy put in ur request mfs😩🫶

(or questions. or thoughts lol)

Request are CLOSE😚

(for now pookiebears, pls do share ur brainrots if u want too!)

Also this shit is 18+

(Out the door if u is underage. Aight now below here is just things me like and don’t like, as well as masterlist)

Here’s thing me like and no like👌

Me likey:

Wandanat (Romantic)

I’m open to NSFW but like not explicit?? (Idk how to explain myself, I’m just not very good at smut😅 But yes you can request that!)

Wanda x Reader (Romantic/Platonic)

Natasha x Reader (Strictly Platonic)

I know there’s not a lot of Masculine!Reader so if you want those just specify it 👍 (Just keep in mind of the previous bullet)

Natasha x Sibling!Reader is my personal fave.

Wandanat x Child!Reader is also 🫶🫶

Me no like:

Wandanat x Reader (Sorry guys, unless it’s platonic yes I can do that)

Natasha x Reader (Again sorry guys, I see her as a mother/sister figure)

(now onto the good stuff)

✨MASTERLIST✨

- Romanoff-Maximoff Family -

Soccer Moms Wandanat

Shopping for School Supplies

Goes on a vacation ('Vacation Dad' Nat x 'Memory of a Dory' Wanda) Part 1 | Part 2

- Wandanat (my beloveds) -

Frog Debacles Wanda and Natasha's child is an animal lover. They have the tendency to bring home whatever stray they find, today was no different. They brought home a damn frog.

Shape of You Wanda's exploring the extent of her powers and can't help but tease Nat with it. And Natasha... well, Natasha discovers something new about herself.

Money must be funny, in a rich girl's world. Natasha works at a beach club, and Wanda is the daughter of the owner. Let's just say, summer wasn't the only thing that's hot that day.

Sweater Weather Wanda and Natasha are friends, maybe even more. People love a classic jock and cheerleader trope. However when Natasha finds out that Wanda's little groupie had been bullying her little sister, it puts a strain on their relationship. Will Wanda be able to redeem herself?

'Chubby MILF' Wanda x 'Beefcake' Romanoff Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 |HC

The Adventure of Wanda's (questionable) Hairdos Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 Wanda has an obsession with her changing hairstyles, and Natasha is a supportive girlfriend.

Queen of Westview High ('Mean Girl' Wanda x 'Nerd' Tasha) Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Last

Stuck in Our Universe (Crackfic that got extended... very much) Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 (Holyshit this was long-)

Two Worlds Apart ('Corrupted' Wanda x 'Earth 77' Natasha) Part 1 | Part 2

Love and Immortality ('Witchy' Wanda x 'Vampire' Natasha) Part 1 | Part 2

- Wanda Maximoff x Reader -

Mockingbird America Chavez gave Wanda what she wanted, Wanda sees the love of her life again from another universe. However, her lover's variant already build a life without her...

International Affair (Wanda Maximoff x InternationalStudent!Reader) Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Last

Hopelessly in Love (HS au) (Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff x Reader) Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Last

#guess who's back #back again #wandanat #wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff #wandanat x daughter!reader #wanda x natasha #wanda x reader #scarletwidow #wandanat x child!reader #wandanat x son!reader #wandanat au #scarlet widow #mommy wanda #wanda maximilf #natasha x sibling!reader #natasha x sister!reader #natasha x brother!reader #wandanat x platonic!reader #wandanat comfort #wandanat imagine

[whatisreggieshortfor]

hi lovely, i was wondering if you’d write an gareth x reader with the “i was a bet?” trope. like maybe reader isnt a cheerleader or a nerd just in the middle and even helps keep jason off their backs and maybe eddie bets gareth that he cant get with them but turns out they really like him and eventually they find out it was a bet. happy ending up to you tbh. thank you sm !! xx

Wanted to let you know I did see this 👀 I’m working on it but I’ve taken a couple mental health days, when I finish I’ll be reblogging it to this post!