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banggyu0308 · 1 year

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definitely want a cheerleader x sub!gyu smut, like hes this nerdy boy with the biggest crush on her. tries confessing, but mc is known to reject confessions, so, he gets rejected. but hes cute so mc's like, "i mean, i can give you a quick bj if you want" absolutely freaks out, cant even get a word in before his crush is down kneeling in front of him 😩

just want the boy absolutely fucked out just by some slight tongue on his tip 😂

Like // Choi Beomgyu

sub!nerd!beomgyu x dom!cheerleader!reader

Summary: it’s obviously going to go badly when Beomgyu confesses to you, someone who’s popular, attractive, and worst of all, known to reject confessions.

But that’s not going to stop him, is it?

genre: college au, smut

Warnings: oral sex (m receiving), ngl it’s kinda public, reader calls him ‘Gyu’ and ‘Beomie’, dacryphilia (yes, again. I like the idea of a boy crying for me :shrug:) , beomgyu talks about himself in third person in a cute way , virgin shaming (kinda) , unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!!) , lots of subby Gyu, non established relationship , not proofread

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Beomgyu sits in the bleachers, watching you and the other people on the cheerleading team do your performance at halftime of the football game.

He can’t help but marvel at the way your cheer leotard and skirt fit your body perfectly, how you perform the choreography with ease.

It’s obvious someone like you would never go for someone like him. You’re… you, confident, pretty, popular, and he’s the kid on the side who spends more of his time indoors with his nose in a book than socializing. He’s not even sure you know he exists.

It’s not like he doesn’t have friends. His friend group consists of four other boys he’s been friends with since they were in first grade. Some of them, like Yeonjun and Taehyun, were more popular than the others and it was a little awkward at times, but they stuck together and it didn’t seem like that would change any time soon.

In fact, the one time Beomgyu spoke to you, it was actually Yeonjun’s doing.

Yeonjun knew how Beomgyu liked you, and so he dragged him to his football meet just because he knew you’d be practicing there too.

And then Beomgyu was coming out of the boys‘ locker room, opposite to the girls, cause he just felt like taking a shower. And there you are, heading around the corner to the girls’ right as he comes out.

And Beomgyu knocks into you and you almost fall, but instead of being all prissy and annoyed about it, you smile at him, wink, and say, “watch where you’re going, Gyu,” like not only you know his name, but like you’re close enough to have a nickname for him.

And that, my friends, is why half the school is in love with Y/N L/N.

And so, Beomgyu isn’t going to lie, the only reason he’s at the game is because he’s decided to confess. Because, his logic is that if you knew his name and called him by a nickname, that has to mean that you’re paying attention to him. And if you’re paying attention to him and he’s not in any of your friend circles, then that means you must like him.

It’s foolproof!! He’s gone through it multiple times, and it just all makes sense.

And this is why he finds himself waiting for you after you come out of the locker room.

You’re one of the only girls who even use it, the rest preferring to shower at their houses. And this is lucky for him, because he doesn’t want to do this in front of anyone else.

Mainly because, in the small possibility you reject him, as you are famous of doing, he doesn’t want others to witness it.

So here he is, waiting with a flower in his hand, and there you are, looking effortlessly beautiful coming out of the locker room, your hair wet from your shower.

“Hey, Y/N?” He calls, grabbing your attention.

You pause, startled, and turn to look at him. “Yeah?”

Beomgyu fidgets slightly, suddenly embarrassed, then holds out the flower for you to take. “For you.”

You smile, taking it in your hands. “Thank you, Beomgyu,” you reply, smiling up at him, this adorable boy who’s so obviously nervous.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re welcome… you were really good today,” he adds when you two grow quiet.

You laugh. “I don’t know about that, but thank you for the compliment.”

“Oh no, really, you were. Good, I mean. More than good! Amazing! You’re always amazing, which is why…” He’s a stuttering mess by now, cheeks flushed pink, hand on the nape of his neck.

You look at him expectantly, waiting for his next words. “Why…?” You prompt.

“Why… why i like you.” Your eyes grow wide, and he continues quickly. “You’re so smart, and kind, and talented, and, and beautiful, and I just wanted to let you know in case you would ever want to be with, well, someone like me…” he trails off, looking at you from under those long lashes that flutter perfectly against his cheeks when he blinks.

“Oh- oh, I…” you don’t know what to say, flustered by his confession, and you know you’re going to break the heart of this sweet little boy in front of you, looking at you so innocently, so eagerly waiting for your response.

“Oh, Gyu…” It’s never easy, this. Hurting people just because of your personal worries. “Gyu, I’m really sorry, but I, I really can’t…”

You can see the moment his heart cracks, and you rush to say something else, hand on his forearm. “Trust me, it’s not you. It’s not you at all. In fact…” No, no, too personal. Saying something like that isn’t going to help fix anything.

And he’s so, so cute, too, and before you know what you’re even saying, the words come out of your mouth. “I could give you a blowjob though, if you want?”

Embarrassment flashes across his face, along with shock and a million other emotions, and how is he supposed to resist? Beomgyu can only nod slightly, his cheeks a bright pink, and that’s all the answer you need.

“Do you think the girls lockers or the boys are less crowded?”

He’s internally freaking out and can’t even stutter a response, which doesn’t matter because you answer yourself.

“Girls, of course. No one goes in there except me. I’ve gotten off in those showers more than once, actually.”

And now you’re dragging him into the locker room by his hand, heading to the shower, and you turn on the first faucet, moving to the other side so you don’t get wet.

Still in your tiny cheerleader outfit, you’re on your knees in front of him, and Beomgyu is trying to calm his breathing, because his crush (who just rejected him) is about to suck him off in the shower of the fucking girls locker room.

And he has to say something.

“Y/N, I- I…” You look at him from your position, and he has to look away, swallowing thickly, because why in hell do you have to look so sexy like that, looking at him from between his legs? “I’ve never done this, no ones ever…touched me?”

You giggle, unbuckling his belt and then moving to unbutton his shirt. “You’re telling me little Beomie has never been jerked off before?”

He shakes his head no, cheeks still pink, and you smirk, the exposed skin of his torso catching your eye again. “Are you okay if I kiss you? I mean, just to spice things up?”

He nods, because who wouldn’t say no to their crush kissing them?

And just like that, your lips are pressed against his, eyes shut, lips parted against his and your tongues dancing together. For being a virgin, he’s a surprisingly good kisser.

Your lips leave him breathless and a little more stimulated than it should have, but you don’t care, leaving marks all over his pretty neck and collarbones, your teeth nipping his skin.

Beomgyu can’t help the moans that leave him, a little whimper joining them when your lips dip down to his pants’ waistband.

“Want me to keep going, Gyu?” You tease, because like hell you know he wants you to.

He nods quickly, eyes shut and back pressed flush against the shower wall, sweat sticking his hair to his forehead.

You smirk and tug off his pants, running a hand over his clothed dick.

A little whine leaves his lips at your touch, and you can tell his legs are struggling to hold him up, trembling at the slightest of touches.

“Please, please, please, keep going?” He begs, hands slipping on the shower wall, trying to grab on.

Another whimper leaves his lips when you finally pull down his boxers, and you bite your lip, because god, he looks so delicious right now, and you want your tongue on him as quickly as possible.

Your fingers wrap around his dick, coaxing an echoey moan from him, your name slipping past his lips. His legs shake, and he’s flushed pink, his tip leaking. You gently, with the tip of your tongue, lick off the precum beading up, and the reaction he gives you is priceless, loud whimpers all you can hear.

“Oh, you taste so good, Beomie..~” you coo, then lick up the side of his dick, then over his tip again, applying enough pressure that when you look at him, his head is leaned back, neck with your marks exposed, and there are little tears running down his cheeks.

“Is Gyu crying?” You tease, simply kitty licking his tip again. “Is this too much for him?”

“No, no, not too much, ‘s perfect, ‘s perfect…” he whispers, his breath shaking.

“Not too much for who?” You ask, repeating your movement.

“For Gyu, for Gyu!” He gasps, giving you the words you want, his hips moving forward slightly, causing him to slide between your lips.

This only makes him cry out louder, limbs quivering, and you can feel him twitch in your mouth.

“Is Gyu gonna cum?” The question sounds so innocent, but you’re stroking his thigh with one hand and jerking him off with the other, your tongue on his tip. It’s anything but.

Beomgyu nods sharply, quick repetitive nods that make his hair fall into his eyes, his lips parted in pleasure. “Yes, gonna cum, gonna, please, please, can he?”

You smirk at his pleas, but he’s being good and asking, so all you say is, “alright, little virgin Gyu can cum~”

Both Beomgyu’s breathing and hips stutter, lips parted in a silent moan when he cums, his seed leaking down your chin. You swallow it all up, then stand, peering at him curiously.

He fidgets under your gaze and you smirk, hands tracing the line of his slender shoulders. “Hey Gyu?”

“Yeah…?” He whispers, still breathless, his eyes on yours.

“I want you to fuck me,” you state blatantly, eyes searching his, the taste of him still present on your tongue.

His eyes grow wide, lips trembling slightly as he tries to form the words he wants to say, and once again he just nods in agreement.

You don’t know what urged you to say that, but soon enough you realize: the boy is so fucked out from your tongue, you can only imagine how he’ll get once he’s inside you.

The steam of the shower has your clothes sticking to your skin and you peel them off, smirking at how Beomgyu’s Adam’s apple bobs up and down when he swallows. You tug down your panties, beckoning him to your side, and pull him in to kiss him again. You’re under the water by now, the two of you slick, your hands tangled in his wet hair.

“Please,” you inhale when you break the kiss, kissing him again immediately, and he gets the memo, tentatively hooking an arm under your knee and drawing your leg up.

His tip prods against your entrance almost immediately and you both suck in sharp breaths, his face buried in your neck. “Is this it?” He mumbles, the sound of his voice muffled by your skin. His hips buck forward on their own, a little twitch, but it’s enough for him to sink his tip in, stretching your entrance perfectly.

You can feel his mouth opening and closing silently, his breath shuddering, the way his eyelashes flutter tickling your neck. “Keep going, Beomie, I can take it.” You whisper, playing with the hair on the back of his neck.

Beomgyu thrusts forward again, sinking in halfway, and you feel as his his breathing falters all together, his one arm tightening around your waist, fingers pressing bruises into your skin.

One last thrust, and he’s in entirely, his tip pressed perfectly against your g-spot. Your own breath hitches and a small moan leaves you simultaneous with a whimper from him.

“Can’t, gonna, please!” He gasps, rutting into you again, pressing closer and closer to your cervix, the pressure in your lower stomach building when his fingers press against your clit.

“Gonna what, Beomie?” You tease, trying to sound cocky, but your voice turns too breathy, a squeaky gasp leaving you.

“Gonna, cum, please, ‘m gonna cum…” Beomgyu’s hips move again, small little jolts that send the pleasure on rampage down your skin.

“Who’s gonna cum?” You tease, the power that comes from him talking about himself like that running through your brain and making you want to ruin him.

“Gyu is, Gyu is, gonna…” he can’t even finish his sentence, too far gone, hips stuttering as he cums inside you suddenly, the fingers against your clit quickening in desperation to get you to your own pleasure.

You were already reaching it, the sensation of his fingertips, slightly calloused, tipping you into the deep end of the pool, drowning you as you tremble, gripping him hard, his name leaving your lips over and over again.

Your walls clenching around his dick makes him whimper slightly, cumming again without warning, the twitch of his hips fucking his cum deeper into you.

He lets go of your leg and you collapse against each other, your weight pinning him against the shower wall. Beomgyu’s chest is heaving against yours, both of you fully bare and shaking slightly, his hand still gripping your hips.

You raise his chin with your fingers, his eyelashes casting shadows on his flushed cheeks, because god, he still can’t believe you’re fucking him. “Gyu?” You hum, smiling slightly at him.

He raises his eyebrows, a small “hm?” leaving him in a response.

“You’re cute when you talk in third person,” you giggle, backing up from him with a smirk and pulling on the fresh clothes you had in your backpack.

You scribble something down on a piece of paper and hand it to him when he follows you out of the shower in a dazed state. “My number. Call me?”

“Yeah, yeah, okay, of course,” he blushes, stuttering slightly, trying not to crinkle the paper in his fist of excitement.

You smirk, then leave the locker room, Beomgyu trailing behind you. Two guys in your class raise an eyebrow at your wet and disheveled hair, and well, the fact that Beomgyu was in the girls locker room.

“Did you guys fuck in there?” The talker of the two asks, smirking at you and obviously eyeing your torso, exposed by your crop top.

You shrug like it’s not big deal. “Yeah. So?”

The other raises an eyebrow. “Was he good?” As if ‘he’ wasn’t right there, listening.

You smile, a teasing look in your eyes. “He was, but if you define “good” as “fucked my brains out” you should ask him about me instead.”

And at that, you stride away, smiling to yourself.

You look behind once, to survey Beomgyu’s reaction, and he smiles cutely at you, coaxing one of your own in response.

You tamp down the feeling in your chest, because you are not falling for this boy. No you are not.

At least, not harder than you already had, even before today.

A/N- TWIST ENDING??

I went a little overboard haha-

#beomgyu hard hours #beomgyu smut #beomgyu x reader #sub beomgyu #cheerleader x nerd #nerd beomgyu #txt hard hours #txt smut #txt x reader #txt #tomorrow x together hard hours #tomorrow x together smut #ada answers 💌#ada's req: Beomgyu <3

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353dcys · 1 year

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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 💗

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parasytte · 1 year

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oooh okay so what if Reader was like a super quiet art kid who only hung out with yan! nerd and a select few other people so when jock and cheerleader come up to him he gen thinks they’re trying to ask him for a project or something bc there’s like no way they’d actually *want* to be his friend or smth, (in an insecurity way but like in an “oh the popular kids need me ig”) so he just asks them what they need him to do

"what do you need me to do?"

casey and elijah exchange looks for a second, before elijah starts to speak. "for you to ditch that ner-"

casey elbows him in the side before he can finish with a strained smile before turning his attention back to you. "we just needed to talk to you!"

nerd looks at them, very obviously pissed off, but your attention is on the two men in front of you. "oh." you say, "about what?"

"we'd rather talk with you.. alone." casey's eyes dart to nerd's, with a smile that he describes as 'bitchy'.

you nod your head and start to get, not noticing the tension filling the air around all of you as you finally turn your attention back to nerd. "i'll be back in a minute, okay?"

his scowl towards the cheerleader and jock immediately changes when you look at him, now changed into a small smile. "okay."

as you walk away with casey and elijah, the jock turns his head back to nerd, giving him a smug smirk as he wraps his arm around your waist.

nerd feels his blood boil. smug bastard ..

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vendettasfanfictioning · 4 months

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Nerd/jock destiel but Dean's the nerd and Cas is the jock. OR jock/cheerleader, Cas is still the jock but this time Dean's a cheerleader. OR EVEN BETTER these both happen and everyone's happy.

#high school au brainrotting #supernatural #spn #destiel #dean winchester #castiel #fanfic idea #fanfic #au #alternate universe #nerd x jock #jock x cheerleader

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grendelsmilf · 2 years

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older frog girls sketchdump. bc the brainrot is real

#amphibia #anne boonchuy #sasha waybright #marcy wu #sashanne #sashannarcy #fanart #o.art #tried to put these in like. c #chronological order?? idk #but its like 1) sleepover before marcy moves away #2) cheerleader x jock hug. actually the time period there is unclear #3) sometime in highschool?? (note that anne's shirt says gilf bc she is canonically into gilves)#4) marcy in her new bedroom; texting anne and sasha??#also apologies for her posters im not a nerd idk #5) anne in college. being hot and cool and dykey #6) more sashanne idk. brainrot #7) okay this was the first one i drew and its specifically from my post where i said theyd go to prom together despite sasha having a bf #anne is already drunk here #and then 8) an older marcy portrait bc i just love her design #i think she looks so lovely w long hair #i love them all.....#frogshowposting #100

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moonpetrichors-blog · 1 year

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Who is He?

Tags: QuietNerd!Xiao x Cheerleader!Reader, Highschool AU, Enemies To Lovers Lowkey, Except It’s Just One Sided, Take Same Bus Together, Headcanons, Relationship Headcanons, Tutor Xiao, Xiao Tutors Reader, Minor Footballer!Itto x Reader, Itto Makes Minor Appearance

Warnings: None

You take the same bus as him every morning. You’re a popular cheerleader, and he’s the quiet, studious boy in your class who doesn’t talk to anyone. You think he’s pretty cute, but he never notices you like everyone else does. What if he’s made to, after he has to tutor your failing ass?

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15 - One of the few angel numbers known to symbolize love. If you haven't experienced being with someone for quite a while, you will soon come to experience feeling loved.

╭┈─────── ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-╰┈➤ ❝ [07/12/22] ❞

Xiao takes bus 015 every morning.

You know this, because everyday you take the same one.

It’s usually very busy on the way to the school you attend, so you often struggled finding a seat.

When you’re taking the same bus everyday, you obviously start to notice commonplace things about it.

For example, you quickly picked up on the fact that the seat next to Xiao was always empty, even when the bus was practically about to burst.

You realized it wasn’t because no one wanted to sit there, but rather, nobody wanted to sit next to him.

He’s never been seen without earphones in, nor talking to somebody.

You’ve heard what your friends, and everyone else, says about him. That he’s unapproachable and rude, and is always studying.

Anyone that has ever even attempted to be his friend, or even rarer, date him, have been met with bitter rejection. He just likes being alone.

You, however, think he’s quite cute.

Of course, you thought he was kind of mean and standoffish the first time you ever had to interact with him, but a lot of bus rides ogling at him changes a person.

Like severely.

You always catch yourself daydreaming in the middle of cheer practice about him.

Like, what music is he listening to every morning? How does his hair remain oh-so utterly perfectly styled?

Your friends pick up on this behavior of yours very fast. They giggle behind your back, whispering about how you must’ve grown a crush on someone from the football team.

Itto, perhaps? You’re always partying and chatting with him.

They have absolutely no idea how wrong they are.

One day, when you were putting books into your locker, a teacher walked over to you and told you to go in the principal’s office.

Confused, you did as told, and sat down absolutely puzzled.

“Y/N, your grades are starting to suffer. If you can’t pass your upcoming exam, then you will fail this semester.”

You were stupefied. You knew all that partying and cheerleading left no time for school, but your grades couldn’t have been that bad, could they?

Alas, they were. But not to worry! Your principal had a solution.

“Xiao will tutor you.”

He walked into the room, muttered something under his breath, and looked at you with a sharp expression. He did not look happy.

What was his problem? Was tutoring you really going to be that bad?

Xiao clearly thought it was; it was written all over his face.

The thing is, he’s noticed for awhile now how you stare at him on the bus every morning. But what he hasn’t exactly realized is that you’re not doing it to make fun of him, but because you like him.

Why do you think he wears earphones all the time? To block out your staring!

So, he’s grown to somewhat dislike you, because you’re a popular cheerleader that probably talks behind his back for just existing, and he’s the reserved guy who always has an empty seat next to him on the bus.

Well, that seat wasn’t empty for long.

After your tutoring sessions began, you started to fill that seat out, and talked to him every morning. Well, attempted to.

He was like talking to a succulent.

Weird analogy, but it was literally like that. You try and shower it in all your love, but it doesn’t talk back. Like at all. You know it can hear you though

Overtime, you wear him down, and he finally starts having conversations with you on the way to school.

He would never admit it, but he actually enjoys your company.

He may have not liked you very much at first, but during your tutoring sessions he could see why you were so well-liked.

After spending so much time with you in preparation for your exams, he would pick up on little things about you.

For example, the way you bit your lip when thinking of an answer to a question, or how you often fidgeted with your pen when anxious or lost in thought.

He also noticed that he had started to like you.

At first, he tried to deny this to himself, because seriously? He doesn’t think he has a chance with you.

He’s not stupid. Nobody may talk to him, but they sure talk loud as hell.

He knows that you and Itto supposedly have something going on, and he would never dare try and compete with someone like him.

He doesn’t want to feel the shame and embarrassment of being rejected by you, especially when he knows there are people out there more... accepted.

He laughs to himself at this, because it’s usually him rejecting others. He dug his own grave for not being able to fit in, he thinks.

One day when he was teaching you about fancy math stuff, you zoned out and started paying more attention to his (pretty) face.

Absentmindedly, you reached out to play with a strand of his dyed hair, because how is it so healthy? You’ll never know.

He felt you stroking his hair, and immediately malfunctioned. What was he supposed to do? Brush you off?

No, instead, he buried his face in his hands, cheeks burning bright red. Even if he hid his face, you could clearly see the pink tint to the tips of his ears.

Oh, you were going to have fun with this.

The closer you got to Xiao, the more touchy you would be with him. It still took him awhile to get used to it. Scratch that, to control his reactions. His heart always beats like a galloping horse when you’re anywhere near him 💀

At this point, you consider each other friends. He comes to watch your cheer practices, and after they’re over, you take the bus back together.

When exam time finally rolled around, you bit down on your nail nervously waiting for the results.

Once it was your turn to get called up and collect your paper, you nearly screamed.

You got an A!

Unable to contain your excitement, you ran out the exam room, and found Xiao waiting at a bench.

He took his earphones out to address your running form, but was absolutely baffled when you jumped into his arms.

Awkwardly wrapping his around you, you squealed about how he was a genius, and because of him you would pass.

You could almost kiss him.

Actually, you did.

As soon as your lips met his, Xiao was stunned. Was he dreaming?

As soon as you pulled away, you laughed at the incredulous expression on his face. He almost looked like a broken cat, with half his face in a smile, and the other in disbelief.

Xiao had to bite the inside of his cheek to avoid grinning so hard. This was not very ‘cool lonely bad boy’ of him

He coughed into his fist, and mumbled about how that was nice.

Since then, Xiao has never had an empty seat next to him ever again.

...

By the way, your friends saw the whole thing.

They had chased after you because they thought something was wrong.

Their jaws were dislocated straight into hell when they saw that kiss.

Guess you didn’t like Itto?

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pinkykats-place · 2 years

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College AU BakuDeku

AO3 Fanfic Recommendations

No Quirks AU

Disclaimers!

None of the stories linked below are mine.

Some contain mature content, read ao3 tags.

Amazing art work done by YukarietD {twitter}.

Note: If you read any of these works and like them please let the author know with a kudos and/or comment!

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Complete | 26 CH | Mature Content

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“Izuku,” he sneered; he too could be evil right back.

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Incomplete | 8/? CH | Mature Content

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One Shot | Contains Smut | Age Gap

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One Shot | SFW

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2 Works | One Shots

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Senior Deku gives Freshman Baku a lap dance....and other things.

One Shot | Contains Smut | Age Gap

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Complete | 20 Chapters

Contains Mature Content

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One Shot | College Athlete AU | Smut

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Summary: Izuku Midoriya is new to the college scene. From a small town, he lacks the know-how on making friends with all the strangers he comes across. So, when a good-looking blonde boy sits down beside him in class, he's excited to strike up a friendship.

Although, this friendship seems a bit different from his others. For instance, why does his heart flutter when they talk? What's with the weird comments Katsuki says to him?

He doesn't get it, but he wants the friendship.

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Or The biggest No Homo, where Izuku finds his way into a relationship without ever seeking out to find one (particularly with his guy best friend)!

Complete | 6 Chapters

Rated - Mature

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One Shot | Has Smut

alone together by nezuminooh

Summary: Bakugou goes to a party only because he heard Deku would be there. Spoiler alert: he's there.

{One Shot}

Rated - Mature

Wicked and Divine by Fawn_Eyed_Girl

Summary: Bakugō Katsuki hates reporters. Hates them.

So why is he currently in a stall in a public restroom, letting the school paper's newest sports reporter suck him off?

Because hell yeah he likes doe-eyed freckled bottoms!

That’s why he's there and he maybe wants this repeated...

{One Shot}

Rated - Explicit

In with the pink! by Direct

Summary: “Okay Kacchan. One,” Izuku holds up the first top, chin high, before switching it out, the second top more revealing than the last. “Or two?”

And Katsuki, being the ever supportive boyfriend that he was, gestures to the top in his own hands, this one practically a thread compared to the ones Izuku had picked. “This one, baby. Show your tits more, yeah?”

— — —

OR: Katsuki adores his stupid, ditzy bimbo bitch of a boyfriend so much.

One Shot | OmegaVerse

Rated - Explicit

Professor Midoriya by Mikacrispy

Summary: The professor is the cutest and sexiest thing Katsuki has ever seen, with his adorable expressions, fat ass, and awful nerdy-grandpa clothes. Bakugou was instantly captivated and horny, that must be what love at first sight feels like.

Complete | 11 Chapters | Age Gap

Rated - Explicit

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coulrology · 9 months

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There’s just somethin real special about those St. Ep fearleaders…

#toh #the owl house #hettie cutburn #healing coven head #coven head #perry porter #sonia crane #st epiderm #juniper jazz #medical mirror #one sided here but SHHH 🤫#ocs #iggy’s art #need a name for perry’s girl if anyone has any ideas lmk!!#she’s in the illusion track btw 👍#I like to imagine she and perry met at a hexside vs st ep game and fell INSTANTLY #sweet nerd x cute cheerleader 🫶🫶

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ramblesbiab · 11 days

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movie idea:

CHEER Team Six.

Multiple hacks which threaten national security have been found to come from a high-level, tech-focused college. Not wanting to go in guns blazing, it's decided that an undercover mission would be best, and with the new dean wanting to increase focus on sports, they find the perfect in - disguising their team of top spies as a part of a brand new cheer team.

The gals have various levels of excitement about this assignment, but ultimately, a job's a job. As they all learn more about their new day to day, one particular agent finds herself distracted, to her "straight" surprise, by a cute, nerdy girl whose well known around campus for her especially impressive technical skills. As the agent starts shirking responsibilities to learn more about the cute nerd who's making her question her sexuality, the other agents grow annoyed.

And then, the unthinkable happens - while exploring her crush's apartment before she planned on coming out to her, the agent finds evidence that the hacker is none other then the seemingly sweet, innocent girl whose been nothing but kind to her. Now it's time for the most difficult decision - do her job right to not let down her team, or keep the secret safe and not ruin her chances with her dream girl. And all this as the biggest cheer competition of the year is on the horizon! (Because even if it's just cover, this agent is not going to lose to a bunch of mean girls with less then half her training)

#movie #writing #cheerleader #lesbian #yuri #I just like #nerd x cheerleader #I think #Also this definitely ends #with her not working for the government anymore #which is based #tbh

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ddaisychaser · 1 year

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‘YOU ARE MY UNIVERSE’

i was scrolling through tumblr today and i saw a handful of post’s talking about chrissy cunningham & robin buckley <33 (i mean, come on they would be so cute together!!)

this is just for fun, so of course please choose your words nicely :) love you very much! xoxo

#chrissy wake up #chrissy cunningham #robin buckley #chrissy cunnningham and robin buckley #they are so cute i’m going to cry #little band nerd x head cheerleader #stranger things 4 #stranger things imagine #stranger things headcannon #stranger things moodboard #moodboard #starks interns moodboards

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very-sleepy-head · 1 year

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Day 16: Fluffy / Innocent (Nerd + Cheerleader AU)

Disclaimer their both students but both 18 years old

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Mickey Milkovich is a nerd, who's been crushing on popular cheerleader, Ian, for a while now.

When the opportunity to tutor Ian came to him, he took it.

Mickey’s heart had been beating at an unhealthy speed the whole walk to Ian’s house. And now that he was in Ian’s room, it wasn’t slowing down at all. Ian’s room was messier than he thought, with clothes and textbooks everywhere.

Before he realized it, he was still standing at the door while Ian was waiting on his bed. The way he smirked at him twisted something deep in Mickey’s gut.

Ian just smiled and patted the spot beside him. “Wanna sit down?”

Mickey was kinda nervous, even though Ian already kissed him once at the library and has been flirting with him ever since.

What if Ian wanted to Make out? What if he just wanted to hang out? Did he expect Mickey to tutor him? Shit.

The last thing Mickey wanted was to make a complete ass of himself in front of the hottest guy in the whole school.

He was just going to follow Ian’s lead.

So he sat down on the bed next to Ian, but not close enough to touch, and waited. The sudden proximity had Mickey blushing.

Ian’s hand came up to lightly trace along Mickey’s jaw, his grazing fingertips his skin lightly. Mickey leaned into the warm touch without realizing. When suddenly Ian whispered, “Hi.” and Mickey became very aware of how close their mouths were. It was making his head spin.

“Hi,” Mickey whispered back, his voice shaky.

“Can I?” Ian asked softly, leaning in.

Mickey jolted back. “Y-You really don’t have to. Like, don’t feel like you have too. I-“

“Trust me, Mickey, what I really want right now is to make out with you.” Ian let Mickey digest it. “Do you want that too?”

Mickey had no idea how Ian could just say shit like that without blushing. It was like he could just blurt out whatever he feels like. Mickey didn’t trust his own voice, so he just nodded as Ian slowly reached to touch his face again.

“Tell me,” Ian pressed. His eyes were on Mickey’s lips as he spoke.

“Yeah ,I-I want that.” Mickey replied quickly.

Ian liked his lips. “Good.”

Ian’s soft hand pulled Mickey to him. Mickey instantly melted into it, kissing him back. Ian’s other hand rested on Mickey’s hips and gave him a squeeze, making Mickey moan into Ian’s mouth.

The sound went straight to Ian’s head and suddenly he was pushing Mickey down on the bed.

They kept making out, but Mickey didn’t know what to do with his hands, that somehow ended up caged between their bodies.

“You can touch me, Mickey. I want you to,” Ian whispered, his voice low.

The words just tumbled out of Mickey’s mouth before he could stop them, “I’ve never hooked up with someone before.” Shit.

Ian propped himself up on his elbow, “You thought I invited you over to have sex?”

Mickey slapped his hand over his own mouth, fearing what he would say if he didn’t think for a second. His worst fears were alive. Here he was, making an ass of himself. Why couldn’t he just keep his mouth shut and kept kissing Ian?

“Hey, Mick, I didn’t mean it like that,” Ian tried reassuring him. He placed a hand over Mickey’s and gently pulled it off Mickey’s face. Ian’s thumb grazed Mickey’s cheek.

“Don’t get me wrong, you’re cute as fuck. But we can just make up. No pressure.”

Mickey’s hands traveled to Ian’s neck and pulled him down into an open mouthed kiss. His eyes fluttered closed and he moaned as Ian’s tongue licked into his mouth.

Mickey moved his hands, sliding them into Ian’s curly hair. He wasn’t sure if that’s the right move but Ian responded with a loud moan, so he must have done something right. He just tugged on it softly, making Ian groan.

Ian whispered against his lips, “Fuck. You’re really good at this.”

Mickey huffed a laugh, “You don’t have to sound so surprised.”

Ian nipped softly at his bottom lip and Mickey made a sound that he wasn’t aware he was capable of making. He felt Ian laugh breathlessly against his mouth. “You’re so cute,” he whispered and Mickey thought he might actually explode.

Ian shifted his hips slightly, and Mickey gasped from beneath him. “Shit! Sorry!” Mickey panicked. Oh god, he kept messing up, now Ian’s gonna feel his-

Instead, Ian grabbed him and kissed him, hard. Mickey’s mouth fell open, and Ian took full advantage of that. He moved his hips again, making sure Mickey could feel his hard cock against Mickey’s thigh.

“God, Mickey, do you feel how hard you make me?” Ian said before kissing down his neck. Mickey gasped as Ian made his way down, sucking softly on Mickey’s skin. Ian’s hands reached the hem of Mickey’s shirt, but before he made a move to take it off, he paused and asked, “This okay?”

“Yeah,” Mickey said, far too quickly. He cursed himself for sounding so eager. “If you want.”

Ian just smiled again, and tugged the shirt off. “Fuck you’re hot.”

Mickey blushed under Ian’s gaze. He eyed Ian’s shirt and asked, “Can you…?”

“Sure. Unless you want to…” Ian said and there was no way Mickey was missing out on that opportunity. Quickly Mickey pulled Ian’s shirt to reveal his muscular chest.

“Wow,” Mickey whispered, then blinked and looked up to see Ian’s playful eyes. “Sorry, that was-”

“Cute,” Ian finished with a charming smile and Mickey pulled him by the neck to kiss him again.

His hands slid from Ian’s neck to his shoulder and down to his chest, his fingers trailing over Ian’s skin, feeling his muscles tensing up under his touch.

The kiss grew more heated, more desperate. When they broke apart, Mickey’s heart skipped a beat as he saw Ian’s lips swollen and red.

I did that, he thought to himself. His lips kissed me.

Ian rolled on his side, laying next to Mickey. He pulled Mickey closer, their faces close together, but not kissing. They just laid there for a moment, smiling at each other.

“Hi,” Mickey said before leaning in to kiss Ian. Ian smiled into the kiss. When they broke apart, Ian replied, “Hi.”

They laid there for a few minutes, just gazing into each other’s eyes.

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#my writing #smut and fluff #gallavich au #ian x mickey #nerd mickey #cheerleader Ian #gallavich #shameless #gallavich fic #mickey milkovich #gallavich fanfic #ian gallagher #kinkmas #kinky advent calendar

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cheriil · 2 years

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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

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crystalkitty1220 · 8 months

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No because with the starly timeline you have Crow and Felix being the main ship, then you have the ones i just mentioned, then evil justin x james

you have Cody and Ethan who are exes and then Louis and Justin, who despite being in Eds gang, Louis does have a wolfe pack arc in season 3

so if anyone were to ever ask edward the question of “Is there anyone in your gang who isn’t or hasn’t dated a current or former member of Wolfe’s group?” HE WOULD NOT BE ABLE TO SAY YES UNLESS REFERRING TO HIMSELF

"Unless referring to himself" i mean,, his options are still open,,,, (/j)

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rwprincess · 2 years

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Strange Love: Part One (Fred BensonxFem!Reader)

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Word Count: 2.9 k

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

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