#🥽 — four eyes!

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four eyes (more to love underneath the frames) — PT.1

HELLO!!! okok the prologue received some good reception so i will!!! be continuing the series :3c THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE NICE COMMENTS AND REBLOGS AND OHHHH MY GOD THE MOTHER OF NERD!MIGUEL @nymphomatique REBLOGGED MY PROLOGUE (i could die happy) ty for the food and the inspiration to start this series!!!

i’m still the process of setting up my tumblr because my ass made this my secondary blog (but idek if that changes anything… i don’t think) OH AND YES THERE IS NOW A TAG FOR THE SERIES! ALSO PLSPLSPLS DON’T BE AFRAID TO SEND THROUGH ASKS FOR DRABBLES OR REQUESTS OR ANYTHING REALLY!!! i’m more than happy to feed us both hehe

tw/cw: mmmm not any i can think of (FIXING ANY GRAMMATICAL ERRORS AFTER POSTING BECAUSE I’M COOL)

PROLOGUE?! < <

“sorry students, the projector is currently out of order so i’d like for all of you to just go through the powerpoint on your own. feel free to come up and ask questions.” the professor sighs as he closes his laptop and settles down onto his desk, the chatter of other students and laptop keyboards create the perfect white noise for your 8AM lecture.

you weren’t really that keen on studying this period anyway so you’ll just get it done later but god he looked so much better up close. why did miguel have to be so fucking dorky and hot and cool all at fucking once? it bothered you that miguel has never spoken to you. ever. but with that in mind, no one would ever think of the effect this nerd had on you, not even the nerd himself.

“oi mate, mandem depending on you to pass this class.” you shake your head after you’re slightly shoved to the side of your desk by none other than your best friend bad influence. hobie, hobie, hobie… you groan as you look his way, legs propped up on the desk as if he’s completely unaware that he’s in an lecture hall. next to him is peter, trying to shove hobie’s legs off the table for fear of accidentally hitting miguel who was seated right infront of you.

peter and hobie were the angel and devil on your shoulder that manifested into your closest friends. it was so hard to make friends (partially because you weren’t interested in anyone aside from miguel) and that everyone in your class were already in tight knit friend groups, and it was clear they all wanted to keep it that way with the silent treatment and one-sided conversations. but that didn’t matter. what did matter was that neither of them were taking this class seriously.

hobie - for god knows what reason - just took the class for fun. well, hobie took it out of spite. he said and you quote, “it is my take on deconstructing the stereotypes and preconceptions of particular social groups alongside us punks that dictate that we lack the desire and strive for academic feats”. and you know what? for someone who likes to laze around and count the panels of wood used on the ceiling for half the lecture, his high grades put his narrow-minded folks to shame. oh and peter? although he couldn’t afford to skip his classes, he did anyway. mary jane, MJ - the mother to his children, as he calls her - is in the humanities elective they both share. and peter might as well skip that class instead of looking at MJ as if she invented humanities. you don’t know how watching you and hobie bicker was a better investment of peter’s time but no one was complaining. someone had to remind the both of you of operation miguel mutation, or in other words, get his gaze out of his books and onto your face.

“so much for wanting to prove the world wrong when you’re relying on someone else to do it for you”, you scoffed at hobie, pretending to brush dust off your shoulders. he chuckled, “i just wanted to know how it feels to be those good for nothing, narcissistic capitalists, is all”. you shoved him so hard it rattled your seats and you didn’t even realise you accidentally kicked miguel’s seat until his cold hard gaze towards you even made hobie look like an art piece in the middle of rendering.

“can i help you?”, fuuuuuuck off. he sounds so fucking hot. insanely hot.

his large pitch black frames could never obstruct how chiseled miguel was, he had angular features such as his nose, his jawline and even his cupid’s bow. but these features were softened with warm red eyes and wisps of his hair coming down to frame his forehead. o’hara’s face overall was slightly scrunched, his hand gripped onto the fold away desk while he faced you, his casual attire in sweats could barely hide his build. his mouth was slightly open, the very tip of his fangs making themselves known. he was definitely a specimen, a gorgeous specimen for lack of better word. you didn’t even realise you were staring at miguel until he raised his eyebrow and glanced over at hobie, then over to peter who was just happily content watching your unplanned, unconventional first meeting.

“oh. um, no?”, you were still confused why miguel (the man you’ve been trying to get the attention of ever since the first inkling of a feeling), suddenly turned around and spoke to you—

“excuse me, may i ask that you don’t disrupt your peers during class? i’m watching you too, brown.” if your teacher scolding you like a wack ass boy in year 9 wasn’t enough to make you embarrassed, your quick descent into realising that you quite literally pushed yourself - pushed miguel, rather - to make the first move. in the worst fucking way possible. you ducked your head a bit in an attempt to avoid the gazes of your classmates only to find your shoe jammed between the gap next to miguel’s seat, missing his elbow by a mere few centimetres.

you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.

so much for devising a plan to properly introduce yourself by actually trying in class by answering the lecturers questions, to the point miguel can’t help but wonder that there is in fact competition. aware of his competitive nature, miguel would try to get ahead of you or widen that gap but then realise he was all wrong from the moment you’d tap his shoulder for a question you pretend to not understand, to look as if you’re struggling so much miguel can ignore his own studies for a little while to help you. men are stupid after all. miguel doesn’t apply here but being an outcast adjacent of the entire university has its benefits, in a way where it benefits your elaborate plan from stroking miguel’s ego by helping you, to ever so slightly become more and more interested in you. once you slowly ease into getting out of pretending to be an academic victim and miguel finds the joy in being academically challenged by the one girl who braved the odds and approach the mysterious mutant, he’d ask to you to meet at the cafeteria or the library. it didn’t matter. you would then, finally then, be in miguel’s line of sight.

“if this is your way of trying to get into my pants, i’m not interested.”

papers were stuffed into bags and the squeaking of chairs reverberated the lecture theatre. people were making their way to their next class while peter, hobie and yourself shared looks of disbelief, disgust, along with hobie’s infamous expression that scream the words i fucking told you so.

what the fuck? what the actual fuck was that?

o’hara didn’t miss a beat and swivelled around to start packing his belongings, completely unaware of how his response alone completely changed and destroyed all prior preconceptions about this man - or boy as you would now call him - turns out being smart never stopped anyone from being dickhead.

you felt like you just failed a quiz you didn’t know that was happening, despite being prepared to ace it.

it wasn’t like you to fail, however. especially not to him.

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Minions Movie Triple Pack

so I watched the minion movie for the first time since it came out a little bit ago and I couldn't get the idea of a triple pack out of my head. And then Space encouraged me to make them on my main. So now, four days later, I'm here.

Packs under the cut!!!

Name: Kevin, Kay, Evan, Devin/Devon, Gavin

Pronouns: He/Him, It/Its, Ve/Vir, Pyr/Pyro, Lu/Lux

Age(s): Ageless, Permateendult (17-19)

Species: Minion 

Gender(s): Fervian, Luxian, Hypergender, Arkhaigender

Orientation(s): Bisexual, demiromantic, polyamarous 

CisIDs: Minion, brown eyes, yellow skin, ADHD, Autistic, glasses/goggles wearer.

TransIDs: TransOlderBrother, TransSibling, Multihearted, TransJellyOrgans, TransRunaway, TransCoffeeAddict

Paraphilias: MAP, Consang, Dacryphilia, Mechanophilia, Angaliaphilia

Source: Despicable Me franchise, with a focus on Minions!

Proxy/Signoff: [Name]:text, 🌋:text, ⛰️:text, 🍌:text, 🥽:text, [Any combo of 🌋/⛰️/🍌/🥽]:text

Roles: Fictive, Caregiver, Protector 

Personality: Silly and prone to inappropriate humor. He's got a bit of a hero complex, but he doesn't particularly care for actually leading anything permanent- he just wants to help and be recognized for it. It cares about its brothers more than any other minion, but still needs some time alone once in a while. Ve is cautious when ve thinks the situation warrants it, but virs threshold for what warrants caution is lower than most. Pyr is an excellent caretaker, even if pyr doesn't always feel like it.

Appearance:

Name: Stuart, Stu, Jimi, Syd, George

Pronouns: He/Him, It/Its, H♪/H♪m, Xe/Xyr, Punk/Punks, Rock/Rocks, Tune/Tunes, Disc/Discs

Age(s): Ageless, TeenFluid (13-16, always younger than Kevin)

Species: Minion, TransHuman

Gender(s): Boyflux, Nymboy, Audiogender, Cadensgender

Orientation(s): Abrosexual, Cupioromantic, Panromantic, Polyamarous 

CisIDs: Yellow skin, ADHD, glasses/goggles wearer.

TransIDs: TransMiddleBrother, TransSibling, TransHuman, Perma1960’s, TransBlueEyes, TransAmbidextrous, TransFamous

Paraphilias: Necro, Consang, Objectophilia, Celebriphilia, Hybristophilia, Pan Auto-paraphilia

Source: Despicable Me franchise, with a focus on Minions!

Proxy/Signoff: [Name]:text, 🎸:text, 🩹:text, ⏮️:text, 🕶️:text, [Any combo of 🎸/🩹/⏮️/🕶️]:text

Roles: Fictive, Music Archivist 

Personality: He can be described best as a rebellious teenager, despite being older than the entire human race. Its a slacker in the eyes of its community, preferring to play its guitar or ukulele rather than do any minion work. H♪ wants to be a rockstar, and spends whatever free time h♪ has trying to write songs. Xe loves the idea of romance, and wants a relationship (or multiple!), even if xe doesn’t experience romantic attraction- it doesn't bother xym. Punk loves punks brothers, even if punk rolls punks eyes and pretends punk doesn't.

Appearance:

Name: Bob, Bobby/Bobbi, Bird, Birdy/Birdie, Bear

Pronouns: He/Him, It/Its, She/Her, H♡/H♡m, Sh♡/H♡r, Claw/Claws, Paw/Paws, Soft/Softs, Fur/Furs

Age(s): Ageless, PermaKid (5-7)

Species: Minion, Bear Therian

Gender(s): Bigender, Transmascfem, Eclipsian, Princegender, Kinglet, Arthurgender

Orientation(s): Pansexual, polyamarous

CisIDs: Minion, Bear Therian, Heterochromia (Green/Brown), yellow skin, Autistic, glasses/goggles wearer.

TransIDs: TransYoungerBrother, TransSibling, Kingamian, Strawcremescentic, TransPlural, PermaSpring

Paraphilias: AAM, MAM, Zoo (bears and rats/mice) Consang, Plushophilia 

Source: Despicable Me franchise, with a focus on Minions!

Proxy/Signoff: [Name]:text, 👑:text, 🧸:text, 🧁:text, 🐀:text, [any combo of 👑/🧸/🧁/🐀]:text

Roles: Fictive, Little, Teddymate for his brothers

Personality: Technically the same age as the rest of the Minions, [Name] is nonetheless the youngest brother. He's extremely fond of his siblings, the rest of the Minions, and his teddy bear Tim. She loves animals, cute things, and sweets, like most kids! It also loves villainy- not like most kids. Claw can be stubborn, especially when supposed to do something claw doesn't particularly want to do. Paw likes baking, and jelly making! Secretly, soft wishes soft were still king, but takes solace with the fact that soft is still with softs brothers. 

Appearance:

HEHEHE YAY THEY'RE DONEEEE not going to lie! I am obsessed with them! I might make an alternate human version of these packs.... not sure!!!!!

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squad goals - with the squad! pieces featuring the squad too! 

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& mike - & mike :( rip. we three woulda been we four if he'd lasted longer! :( :( :( 

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almost killed a priest! - Pastor Nick LOLOL

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combat chops! - hange demonstrating she's not just a successful scout due to brains B)

unhanged - on the edgier side of things!

this is a blorbo post for my blorbo blog - this wasn't supposed to be a Hange post, but it is now :)

all i need is one eye - unga bunga eyepatch

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four eyes (more to love underneath the frames) : prologue

nerd!miguel o’hara is the talk of the town and i wanna put my own spin on it :D sooo expect a little bit of everything hehe :DDD - HAHA AS I WAS WRITING THIS I REALISED I GOT TOO INVESTED SETTING THE SCENE SO I MIGHT MAKE THIS A SERIES! i’ll just say this is a prologue hooray

IF YOU WOULD LIKE A SERIES PLS INTERACT!!! FEEL FREE TO ASK TOO TO SHARE YOUR MIGGY THOUGHTS AND I WILL HAPPILY INDULGE US BOTH :3

a distinct pair of black, rectangular glasses were adjusted by miguel’s middle finger before it glided across the pages of notes he wrote from the lecture for his genetics class. a class that you both happen to share, but neither of you knew that yet.

miguel o’hara - a man so deep in his books that he might as well be the dean of the dean’s list - payed no heed to anyone or anything that could hinder his focus. the furrowing of brows indicated further analysis rather than the annoyance towards second year business majors. no, he wasn’t the annoying, stuck-up person who would ask more questions than give answers. he thinks they’re wasting their time anyway. he was always the last person to leave the lecture theatre. miguel would be huddled by the professor, covering the whiteboard with punnett squares or outlining control variables for the next lab.

he was only person in your genetics class that had a real chance of passing the course, the scowls of your peers and your friends could attest to that.

you wouldn’t say you were on the same boat as everyone though, your friends were always nagging you to help them but you couldn’t even figure out how you understood some of the content. this specific course was an integral part of your degree and the best chance of impressing the school, you had to give it your all.

you would be lying if genetic sequences and chromosomes weren’t the only things you had memorised. you loved the hue of brown locks that would shine from the tall windows of the theatre, the curls which your eyes would follow forever if he happened to sit in front of you. the pout of his lips as he’d scratch his hair in response to a lab practical that didn’t make sense, only for him to make sense of it hours later.

his eyes were red. it was his most defining feature, and a key factor to why - to your advantage, if you really think about it - people steer clear of o’hara. as much as it increases your chances of befriending him, let alone being with him, your classmates and other students weren’t so quiet about their dislike for the irish-mexican spectacle.

he’s so quiet. too quiet.

he looks like a freak! look at his eyes, bro. what is he some fucking vampire or something?

no wonder he’s on the dean’s list because he isn’t on anyone else’s for sure.

god he’s just so…

weird.

miguel was extremely fit, which was what confused a lot of people when they found out he wasn’t a copy-paste jock that still thinks they’re in highschool like most men of his stature were. his build put them to shame regardless. after being bombarded by women and men of every cohort - only for miguel to ignore them or coldly decline - word spread like wildfire and soon enough people were disappointed that the former heart-throb of first and second year turned out to be a major loser. some people would go out of their way to show how much they don’t like him, and these are people miguel’s never even spoken to. they would “crash” into him walking across campus, try and trip him over and even go as far as sitting on the other side of the room if it wasn’t so clear already.

but he didn’t mind. he was always at the library, the lab or the cafeteria closest to the lab anyway. it bothered you to see him alone and quiet unless he had a question or an answer, you genuinely wanted to be friends with him.

but as the story goes, it’s always these type of men that have a part of themselves they keep under wraps. you just know that there’s more to his brooding and stoic nature, the carnelian shades of his eyes lured you closer as opposed to keeping you away.

you decided to do honours for two reasons: a better resume and the fact that miguel unsurprisingly decided to do it too. you had a thesis in your head and you had all year to test it out.

miguel o’hara was more than just some nerd and you were gonna need more than glasses to prove it.

🩷 — PART ONE!

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four eyes! [TEASER FOR PART 2 HEHE]

A/N : hey!!! i’m currently writing an EXTRA LONG chapter for part 2 to make up for the long wait </3 I’M SO HAPPY YOU ALL LOVE THE SERIES!!! tysm for being so patient i hope this teaser will keep you waiting for more hehe :3

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heyyy where are you?!? i miss your fics :(

... PLEASE ACCEPT THIS SNIPPET OF A NSFW ONESHOT SLASH PART OF THE SERIES SLASH BOTH HAHAH PLS FORGIVE ME OMFG </3333 (UPLOADING THE WHOLE PIECE AS "SCORE!" ONCE COMPLETED, WITH FURTHER UPDATES ON "FOUR EYES" TOO!)

“miguel o’hara. playing a sport is like one of the hottest things i guy can do, and you of all people? honour’s list and the mvp - mind you - of the university soccer team? and you wonder why girls suddenly started to drool over you…”

turns out he joined the soccer team a couple weeks into your relationship, which happened around the middle of finals week of the first semester. miguel was looking for something to destress, and a student adviser suggested he did something other than chemistry competitions, mathletes and contribute to other other brainy acads clubs to impress future employers. miguel used to play soccer in high school but he didn’t expect to still be good - if not better - since it’s already been a couple years since the last time he’s been on the field and yet he's been absolutely killing it once he started playing again.

“look, mi amor. i’m not that kind of guy that flaunts everything about him to impress a girl.”

“miguel. we got drunk during miles’ halloween party, made out and suddenly we’re together. if anything you haven’t tried to impress me at all since we started dating.”

“…cállate.”

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OOPS IGNORE THE FACT I MIXED UP MJ AND MAYDAY I WAS JUST SO EXCITED TO FINALLY POST THE FIRST PART 😭😭😭