#i. COLLEGE MUSE ｢ TYLER. ｣

[love-lilacs]

as simple as that | tyler owens x reader (18+)

“That alright?” Tyler asks, voice husky and breathy in your ear. It sends a shiver down your spine as heat pools in your core.

You nod quickly, not trusting your voice not to waver and betray you.

warnings: 18+ explicit content, minors DNI. porn w minimal plot, not beta read. smut. unprotected pnv (wrap it before you tap it pls). oral, m+f receiving. spanking. dirty talk. no use of y/n. slumby in a truck on the side of the road yk.

word count: 3.7k

It’s the middle of the night. The middle of the fucking night, and you’re tucked into the passenger seat of Tyler’s beat up red truck as you make your way through the middle of nowhere, Oklahoma. There aren’t any streetlights here, and the last car you saw was nearly an hour ago. 

“Tyler, the storm will still be forming tomorrow morning. Please, lets just pull over and get some sleep.” 

He shakes his head stubbornly, “It’s better if we make it tonight.” 

You huff, crossing your arms. “We won’t perform any better if you’re half-asleep while we’re chasing.”

“Darlin’ when have you ever known me to half-ass anything?”

You grit your teeth, unwilling to concede. “There’s a first time for everything.” 

Another half-hour passes in silence with only the tinny music crooning from the radio to fill the air. 

It annoys you, how perfect the great Tyler Owens is. He was the big man on campus back in college, 4.0 at graduation, party guy, and never turning down a challenge. 

And your personal nemesis, because while you were studying late into the night, he was blacked out at a bar and still managing perfect scores. He would always tease you in class, gently tugging your ponytail or stealing your pretzels during group projects. 

“I’m just saying-” 

You’re interrupted by a loud thunk from underneath the hood. You lean forward, peering through the windshield as if you could miraculously see through the metal to see what went wrong. 

“It’s probably nothing.” Tyler says calmly, anticipating your quip, “we’re only an hour and a half to the hotel. Don’t worry ‘bout it. I’ll get it checked in the morning.” Even as he speaks, Tyler grips the steering wheel a little tighter, an action you don’t miss in the dark cab. 

Something rattles, as if in response to his assuredness. 

“Oh yeah, it sure sounds like nothing.” You snark, turning to face him.

“Just relax, would ya?” Tyler snaps. “I know my truck.”

Silence fills the air as the truck begins to loose speed, the hood steaming as the two of you come to a slow, rumbling stop. On the side of the road, in Bumfuck, Oklahoma. 

Tyler must be reading your mind as he whips open his door and points a finger at you. “Don’t go anywhere.” He slams his door shut before you have a second to respond, circling the front to open up the hood. 

“Couldn’t if I wanted to!” You call sarcastically at his slammed door. Huffing out a sigh as you wait, petulant and childish as you sulk. 

But you aren’t good at waiting, and you aren’t half awful with mechanical things, so you jump out and join Tyler at the front of his truck. You stare down at the mess of metal and the steaming engine. 

“I can’t get it going again tonight.” He begrudgingly admits. “We’re going to have to wait until tomorrow morning for Triple A or someone on the team to get us.” 

“You’re fucking kidding.” You groan, wrapping your arms around yourself.

“It’s not half bad out here.” He muses, looking around. “We have our sleeping bags and blankets. We can just stretch out in the truck bed and sleep there.”

“Seriously, Tyler? That’s your best idea? Motel Owens?”

“Do you have a better one?” He fires back, putting his hands on his hips. “If so, I’d love to hear it. The next town isn’t for another fifteen miles, the team is blacked out at the motel, and even if they weren’t, there’s no service to call. Even if we walk, we aren’t getting there until daylight anyways.”

“If you had just listened at the last town-”

“Fuck! Okay! I get it! I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t know the truck would break down.” Tyler yells, stepping closer to you. 

“It’s not my fault your truck is old and shitty!” You yell back. 

“No, but you could be less of a dick about all of this. I’m not trying to piss you off, but you because you hate me you’re apparently determined to make me feel like shit!”

You open your mouth and close it. Your faces are inches apart, only illuminated by his headlights. You feel his breath coming quickly, in cool puffs from whatever mints he kept popping, and for a split second your eyes dart down to his lips. You don’t say anything and neither does he, chests heaving as if waiting for the other to say something. 

“Can we just suck it up for tonight?” He says lowly. 

You swallow thickly and nod.

“Good.” He steps backwards, slamming the hood and going to grab the bedding to make up his truck bed, leaving you standing alone and questioning the sudden desire you’ve had to kiss Tyler Owens. 

When he’s done creating a makeshift bed, you clamber into the truck next to him. Neither you or him have changed into sleep clothes, him in those stupidly tight jeans and flannel, you in linen shorts and a tiny t-shirt. Not the most comfortable sleep clothes, but you both seem determined not to complain to the other.

Tyler gave you the right side, knowing you like to be on that side of the bed in whatever hotel you crash in. He gave you the only sleeping bag you have, leaving him covered only by a thin fleece blanket. It’s springtime in Oklahoma, and while its been warm for the last few days, the incoming storm brings a cold front that leaves you wishing you had a sweatshirt and that you couldn’t feel him curling tightly into himself to try and keep himself warm.  

You tuck your hand under your chin, musing to yourself about Tyler’s chivalry. He wasn’t bragging, and knew without asking. You know each other more well than either of you would ever like to admit. 

So you don’t hate Tyler. Maybe you like how determined he is to contribute to every project equally. Maybe you love how much he strives to make everyone feel included, and how he volunteers in towns that storms have hit badly, searching through rubble for precious lost items and offering free food to the locals. Maybe you steal his food right back, secretly hoping he doesn’t eat the blue and red sour gummy worms because he knows you like those best, buying the spicy pretzels because he off-handedly mentioned that he really liked them the first time you brought them. You don’t hate Tyler Owens at all, in fact you might like him more than you can possibly handle. 

You’re both facing away from each other, staring at the walls of the truck bed. You roll over to face him, greeted with his plaid covered back, the blanket comically small and barely covering his waist to feet. 

“Tyler?” You ask tentatively.

He grunts out a “Hm,” in response. 

“I don’t hate you.” You say meekly.

There’s a pregnant pause, filled with the sound of crickets from the nearby field. Tyler rolls over. “Sure have a funny way of showing it, darlin’.”

“Well, I-I don’t. I’m sorry if I made you think so.”

“It’s okay.” 

Crickets again, and you can’t help but notice him shiver again as a rough breeze lifts the ends of his hair from his forehead. Abruptly, you sit up, yanking down the edge of your t-shirt where it had ridden up and unzipping the sleeping bag. 

“What are you doing?” Tyler asks groggily. 

“You’re clearly cold. We’re both adults. We can share the sleeping bag like a blanket for tonight.”

Tyler’s green eyes are wide in the moonlight, looking up at you uncertainly.

“Really, darlin’, it’s okay. I don’t want you to-”

“Tyler, we’re sharing a blanket. It’s not like I’m asking you to cuddle or something.”

“You don’t want to?” Tyler teases, propping himself up onto his elbow, that relaxed, crooked grin making an appearance on his face. 

You laugh and it comes easily as your cheeks go pink, imagining your body pressed against Tyler’s, him holding you close. “Are you asking?”

Tyler shrugs, laying down again with the sleeping bag covering him and an open space for you next to him. “Just to stay warm, right?”

You swallow hard, nodding slightly. You can’t deny that you want to cuddle him.

“Right.” You echo, laying down next to him. 

Your back is pressed to his front as he tucks the sleeping bag and blanket into your side to trap any heat from escaping. Tyler carefully tucks a thigh between your knees, wrapping his arm around your middle to secure your bodies together. 

“That alright?” Tyler asks, voice husky and breathy in your ear. It sends a shiver down your spine as heat pools in your core.

You nod quickly, not trusting your voice not to waver and betray you. Tyler’s chest is firm and comforting at your back, his arm securing you to him as if he’s afraid you’ll slip through his fingers like sand. His breath comes in soft, even puffs against your neck. However close you were to sleep before, its all gone now. 

Tyler has consumed your senses. His touch, his scent, his voice, and you’re becoming very aware of his hardening cock against your ass. 

Fuck it, you decide, testing the waters and grinding ever so slightly back against him.

The soft groan he lefts out surprises you both and you freeze. Tyler grinds forward into your plush ass, pulling you ever tighter as he whispers.

“Now darlin’, I know that wasn’t an accident.”

You respond by grinding back again, whimpering as you feel him against you. He’s so close to where you want him and yet so far. 

“Please?” Is all you can manage, squeezing your eyes shut in anticipation. Wether for in preparation for rejection or mortification, you aren’t sure. Tyler flips you over to face him, green eyes searching your own for any sort of hesitation or regret. 

“Kiss me.” You beg fervently, running a thumb over his lower lip. “Please, Tyler.”

You don't have to tell him twice as he surges into you. It’s hard and rough, yet romantic in a way that only he could manage to pull off. Those mints are still on his breath and you find yourself addicted to the taste as it mingles with the scent of whatever cologne he’s wearing. Tyler’s tongue prods gently into your mouth, exploring with gentle fervor. 

You’ve never understood just how romantic kissing with tongue could be until this moment. 

Tyler bites your lower lip, taking advantage of your shocked moan to haul you on top of him, cradling your cheek gently as he presses your body to his. He’s warm and smells intoxicating, like sandalwood and sage. You can feel him pressing into your thigh. 

Tyler’s fingers trail up your shirt, tracing the underwire of your bra. You sit up, pulling your shirt over your head as he stares at you with what must be awe. His lips are kiss-bitten and swollen but his eyes are wide as he takes in the view of you topless and perched on his thighs. 

He surges up to meet you, kissing you again and letting his hands rove over the newly revealed skin. Your body shudders with anticipation as he reaches behind him to yank off his own shirt. Toned, tan skin meets your hungry gaze and your eyes catch on a newly revealed scar at the base of his neck. You must know what it feels like under your tongue, so you attach your lips to it, biting softly.

Tyler lets out a guttural groan, filling his large hands with your ass through your jean shorts. 

You grind down onto him, moaning as the rough fabric of his jeans catch on your shorts just right. You must be soaked through your panties. Still, you rock forwards on his groin, him guiding your movements. Need is pooling in your lower abdomen- it must be pathetic how close you are just from grinding on him. Your motion becomes quicker, chasing a high you never knew could come so quickly.

“Does that feel good?” Tyler prompts, slapping your ass.

“Yes!” You cry out, raking your nails down his pecs to his abs. Ignoring the throbbing in your cunt from your abandoned orgasm, you slide down his body to mouth at him over his jeans. Eyes darting up to meet his, he gasps as you pull the zipper down. 

“Shit, baby. You gotta let me have a chance to-”

You don’t give him a chance to finish, instead trailing your hand to the waistband of his jeans. The soft hair of his happy trail meets your fingers as you dip your fingers inside and grab his thick cock. 

He groans like he’s been punched, when you first reach your fingers around him. Tyler changes his grip to fist his hands in your hair as you pull his jeans and boxers down, taking him out. 

No wonder he walks around like he does. He’s long and thick, with a thick vein trailing down the side. His tip is swollen and leaking cum, a rosy pink color you’d love to have a lipstick shade in, making you question why you’re waiting so long to have him in your mouth. 

When you first wrap your lips around him, Tyler sighs, the sound music to your ears as you take him more and more. What you can’t fit in your mouth, you pump gently with your fist. His breaths are coming in short jagged bursts.

“Fuck.” He cries out as you start bobbing your head. “I can’t believe I’ve been letting you run your mouth all this time when I could’ve been using it for- shit, this.” 

You love having the weight of him on your tongue, love the taste of him as you bring him closer to the edge. 

Abruptly, he pulls you off of him, eyes wild and crazed as he pulls you up to his mouth again. “I don’t want this to be over too fast, baby. I’ve gotta get my mouth on that pretty cunt.”

You let out a moan without thinking and he smirks.

“You like the idea of that, huh baby?”

You nod and he smiles, laying you down on your back. Where you were quick and eager, he was slow, taking his time as though you were something to be worshiped. Tyler took his time making his way down your chest, sucking your nipple into one mouth while he flicked the other with his fingers. You moaned softly as he lifted up his head, blowing cool air onto the hard bud. 

When he finally makes his way down to your core, you squirm. He presses a kiss over the top of your underwear before sliding them down your legs. Tyler spreads your legs, using his shoulders to hold you open as he drags a thick finger through your sopping folds, pausing to suck the finger into his mouth. 

“So goddamn’ wet, tell me how bad you need it, baby.” Tyler breathes, settling in. He rubs slow, tight circles on your clit, light enough to leaving you keening into his touch. He watches you intently as he waits for your reaction.

“So bad,” You whisper, “so, so bad.”

“What do you want?” Tyler teases, nudging your hole with his fingers. But he hold back, not quite giving you what you want without you asking.

“Your fingers. Your mouth, please Tyler.”

Tyler smirks, pushing his fingers into you and you gasp at the sweet intrusion. “Please, Tyler.” He mimics you, “I could get used to hearing that. Lucky for you, I’m desperate to taste your sweet pussy.”

He doesn’t give you a second to think, much less respond as he leans forward and licks a long stripe through you, thrusting and curling his fingers as he down so. You clench around him as he manages to find the right spot, barely curling his fingers before doing do. 

You gasp, pressing a hand over your mouth to stifle the sound.

“Don’t do that. I wanna hear you, darlin’.” He pulls your arm down, hand away from your mouth and lacing his unoccupied fingers through yours. His forearm bands across your waist, holding you in place as he sets his unwavering pace, rubbing your clit gently through it all. 

When he finally wraps his lips around your aching clit, you nearly scream, feeling him smirk into your wetness as the sound reaches his ears. “Atta girl. So sweet, baby. Come for me, I know you wanna.”

You can’t control yourself as you chase your high, grinding into his face. He moans as you do so, encouraging you as you chase your high. The sight of Tyler between your legs is nearly unholy, him deriving as much pleasure from it as you are. The thought turns you on even more as you feel back, all shame lost as you squeeze your eyes shut and stars bloom behind the shut lids. 

“Atta girl. Come for me baby, you’re so beautiful. This pussy is so sweet, so sweet for me. You gonna come for me? Let me feel this pussy come for me.”

Your high washes over you in a wave, warmth surrounding you as he works you gently through it. It finally starts to calm as Tyler presses a kiss you your clit, causing you to jolt up.

“‘S sensitive.” You whisper as he comes up to you, kissing you sweetly. His chin is wet, dripping with you and you can taste yourself on his tongue. The thought makes you want him more. 

“You did so good for me, baby.”  

You peel your eyes open as Tyler nudges his nose against yours. The action is sweet, but your mind isn’t on sweet. His cock is still resting against your thigh, throbbing, hard, and you’re desperate to be stuffed with it.

“Tyler?”

“Yeah?”

“If you don’t fuck me in the next minute, I’m going to kill you.” 

Tyler laughs, then groans, “Fuck, I don’t have a condom.”

“Don’t care.” You mumble, kissing him, “I’m clean and on birth control.”

Tyler groans, pressing his cock to your dripping pussy. “Thank fuck. Me too.” 

He pushes in slowly, and you grip his shoulders, lips ghosting over his in a silent moan when he bottoms out. Tyler stays still to let you adjust, an oddly romantic gesture. Then again, your last boyfriend didn’t give you a chance to adjust to the feeling and he wasn’t anywhere near Tyler’s size. Tyler must know that too, based on the gentle praise he’s whispering into your ear.

“Gotta move, baby.” Tyler says after a moment, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. 

You nod, digging your nails into his back and gripping the short blonde strands at the base of his neck, looking down at where your bodies join. You watch as Tyler pulls his hips from yours, relishing as the drag of his cock against your velvet walls. Tyler trusts back in sharply and you cry out as he sets a bruising pace. The way he moves is intoxicating, playing your body like a violin as he works you towards your high with just his cock. 

“You take it so fucking good, darlin’.” Jake sighs into your ear. You can only cry out in response as he hits that spot inside you again and again. 

Tyler trails his fingers down your body, never ceasing his movements as his fingers reach your swollen clit. He rubs tight circles on the nub, determined not to reach his high before you can get yours. 

“Tell me who makes you feel this good.” 

“You, Tyler!” You maon breathlessly, tugging at his hair again, “So good. You’re so fucking good.”

Tyler groans shamelessly into your ear. 

“Atta girl. I know you want it. Come for me, baby. Let go.”

Stars bloom from behind your eyes as your whole body goes hot, coming with his names on your lips. You feel like Jell-O as he pulls your orgasm from your body. Yet, he slows down as your clench around him, coming down from your high. 

When you open your eyes, Tyler is gazing sweetly down at you, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “All good, darlin’?” 

You don’t say anything, rolling your hips in response. You take advantage of his shocked expression and agape mouth to slip off of him and flip him over. Before he can open his mouth to speak, you’ve mounted him and are riding him within an inch of your own life. 

Tyler’s emerald eyes are wide as he gazes up at you, running his hands from your hips to your breasts, squeezing tightly as he gasps sharply. He thrusts up to meet you with every rock of your hips. Tyler is looking at you like you hung the moon and stars, pure wonder in his eyes. It only spurs you on; you like being under his gaze. 

“Gon- gonna- fuck, baby.” Tyler moans, “so fucking good for me.”

You rake your nails down his chest as he thrusts quickly and messily. You don’t stop as you feel him spill inside you. Slowly, you still your movements and slip off of him. He turns to look at you as you flop next to him. Tyler doesn’t say anything as he pulls you into his side, brushing a thumb up and down your spine. 

“Never would have taken Tyler Owens for a cuddler.” You mumble, kissing gently at his pec. You feel his laugh rumble though his chest. You tangle your legs with his, snuggling closer to him. 

“Is this just a tonight thing?” His voice permeates the silence.

You sigh, looking up at him. For once, he looks unsure and timid, afraid of your answer. 

“If you want it to be.” Is what you reply, feeling nerves settle in the pit of your stomach at his question. 

“Honestly? I don’t. Been chasing you for years, baby.”

“So ask me out.” You sit up, legs still tangled with his and blanket pooling around your waist, “and I’ll say yes.”

Tyler swallows hard, eyes catching on your exposed chest and pebbled nipples. “As simple as that?”

“As simple as that.” You smile reassuringly, placing a hand on his cheek. Tyler turns his head slightly, pressing a chaste kiss to the palm of your had. Instead of saying anything else, he pulls you back down into a searing kiss, holding you close as the sound of the Oklahoma night lulls you both to sleep.

[ceslatoil]

WIP

A snippet of my Fic about Ford becoming a life drawing class model; everyone is being so normal about the whole thing 🤥

Stan, wearing a mask of grim determination, stood guard outside Fairuza’s studio. It was fifteen minutes before the first life drawing class, and already an absurd line had queued up at the door. Stan had been given the job of signing people into class and kicking out anyone who was underage or prohibited.

“Wait, this class has a blacklist,” Stan asked Fairuza.

“It’s not so much a list as it is a… specific individual,” the lady sighed. “I like to make my class a welcoming space for all, but some people just wear that welcome right out. I believe you know of a ‘Bodacious T?’”

“Toby?!”

“Yes. One of my other models has requested he not be allowed entrance to the class for their own safety and comfort. Please make sure he respects the boundaries we’ve set.”

Stan did not spy the odd little reporter anywhere in the hallway, but he did tense up when he saw Soos and his Abuelita move towards the door.

“Soos,” Stan cried, “don’t tell me you’re here for this… exhibitionist crap?!”

“Oh no Mr. Pines,” assured Soos, “I’m just dropping off Abuelita; she saw the ad in the paper and got so stoked! She loves the art scene–”

“I was once Andy Warhol’s muse,” bragged Abuelita.

“--and she thinks it’s great Ford’s putting himself out there,” said Soos, smiling.

“Yeah I bet you do, you sicko,” grumbled Stan under his breath. Abuelita must have heard him: with a smirk, she stuck out her tongue and entered the classroom, waggling her fingers at Stan mischievously as she closed the door behind her. Stan left out a beleaguered sigh.

“I just can’t believe it, Soos,” said Stan, “all these pervs with the hots for my brother, that is! Has everyone gone nuts? Our whole lives, nobody’s ever found my brother attractive– he had to make a robot to practice kissing with when we were in high school! What gives?”

“Oh dood,” laughed Soos, “you should hear the gossip Abuelita digs up: it seems like every mom and queer person in town has got a thing for Dr. Pines!”

One only needed to give the line a quick glance to see this was true: Ford’s admirers included Priscilla Northwest, Gideon Gleeful’s mother, Mayor Tyler, both Mr. and Mrs. Valentino, and even a few mystical creatures and anomalies were anxiously waiting to enter the classroom.

“Yeah,” Soos continued, “folks think he’s like, you know, what if a sexy weatherman and a hot dentist had a baby and he grew up into a silver fox college professor?”

“Soos, if you call my brother hot again,” said Stan through gritted teeth, “I’m going to make you sleep out on the lawn!”

In spite of this threat, Soos kept Stan company as the line grew shorter and shorter with each approved entry. Soos would cheerfully greet the next person while Stan glowered with disgust, jabbing his thumb at the door once he’d given them the pass.

“Oh hey, is that McGucket,” asked Soos, pointing down the hall.

“Noooooo,” whined Stan, “don’t call him over here!”

“Huh? Why not?”

“He’s got some kind of thing with Ford,” Stan shuddered. “The last thing I wanna hear about is their nerdy sex life–”

“HOWDY FELLAS,” shouted McGucket from across the room. He waved happily at his friends and scampered over to them like an excitable puppy.

“Great, just great!” Stan threw up his hands to the heavens.

“Mr. McGucket, are you joining the life drawing class tonight,” Soos asked politely.

“Aw no!” McGucket shook his head vigorously, whipping Stan in the arm with his beard. “I’m headin’ to a baking class; the mean British feller with the scary blue eyes reckons if I work hard, my food’ll be fit for other people to eat in a few years! Anyhow, I already reckon I can draw Stanferd nekkid pretty good!” He began to dig through his pockets and pulled a crumpled sheet of paper out of his pocket.

“No, no, no, NO!!!” Stan grabbed the nearest object, a wastepaper bucket full of tissues and pencil shavings, and shoved it over his head, blocking out the sight of the drawing.

Soos squinted as he examined McGucket’s handiwork. “Oh dood, this is just a stick figure with spiky hair and a butt!”

“DON’T DESCRIBE THAT TO ME!!!”

“I better head out, see ya fellas!” As quickly as he arrived, McGucket skittered down the hall and out of sight once again.

Once Stan was sure the hillbilly was gone, he emerged from the trash and checked on the last person in line, a lanky figure in sunglasses and a black trenchcoat.

Stan quirked his eyebrow at this new arrival. “Hey, wait a minute… aren’t you one of Wendy’s friends?”

“Uh… no,” said the teenager. After saying that, he suddenly became transfixed by his own shoes, refusing to meet Stan’s gaze.

“Cause if you are,” Stan continued, “you’re too young to take this class!”

“I’m not Robbie,” said Robbie, “you’re Robbie!”

“I… didn’t say you were? Look,” sighed Stan, “just show me your ID, no one under 18 is allowed.”

“Ugh,” groaned the teenager, “this is so stupid!” He fished a battered driver’s license out of his pocket and handed it to the old man.

“... It says your name is ‘Bobby Balentino,’” said an exhausted Stan, “and you put down for your height, weight, birthdate and eye color ‘69.’”

Robbie stood there grinning like a dork.

“Heh heh… nice.”

“Robbie. Go home,” said Stan flatly.

“And take a flyer for the GSA,” added Soos helpfully, “in case you have any questions about new or confusing feelings!”

“No I don’t; feelings are dumb!” Robbie sprinted down the hall, tripped over his own feet, and flew head first into the exit door into the street.

“This town is such a freak show, I tell ya,” grumbled Stan.

[letsgetrowdy43]

Can you do ““My family thinks we are dating.” With Dylan duke and or Luke Hughes? Thanks!

A gentle kind of love

Being Luke’s cousin meant that not only was she destined to be attached to his hip the moment she entered university with him, but it also meant that the entire Umich hockey team came with him. Of course, being close with the team came with its perks, having an entire team of bodyguards and overprotective father figures being one, and unconditional friendships being another

Dylan always held a soft spot in her heart, he had become her second in command the moment they were introduced, the one who would help her team up against Luke when he was in need of some humbling, and the guy she would spill her guts to while her cousin was out of tune with her emotions.

“Yes Dylan I’m going to the family skate,” she said over the phone as she sat in the back of Jim and Ellen’s car, “Luke has your wallet in his hockey bag, remember last night when you said you were gonna forget it so he took it for you” Ellen smiled as she looked through the rearview mirror to the girl who laughed over the phone as Dylan refused to hang up, stressing over the upcoming game versus his brother and Ohio state university.  “Ok, k bye see you later tonight”

Jim cleared his throat as they continued on the highway, “So you and Dylans huh?” Ellen turned around in her seat to see her niece red in the face. “It’s not like that” “Are you sure, I get a call nearly every week from Luke complaining that you two are way too close” the woman mused as she left her to her thoughts

Sure Dylan and her had been close, and the lines between friends and something more had been blurred slightly, but there was no talk of romance between the two.

She sat in the back of the car spiralling as they pulled up to the stadium where the family skate and game would be held over the weekend, “Don’t forget love, we have dinner with the Dukes tonight after the skate and media stuff” Ellen smiled as she handed the girl the hockey bag full of hats, mats, and skates from the trunk.

“Come on Yn, stop whining,” Luca said as he stood behind the girl who was still very lacking in the skating department. “I look like a newborn baby deer,” she said looking down at her shaking legs, “just cause you guys practically live on the ice doesn’t mean I do too” “You’re best friends with an entire college hockey team, it just kinda seems like something that comes with the job” Rutger added as he pretended to push her over making her lose her balance and falling onto the ice, a smile on her face as Dylan extended his hand out for her to take.

“Just hold my hand I’m not gonna let you fall,” he said as they skated around the outdoor rink. “I just threw up in my mouth” Mackie whispered to Nolan. “Let him have his moment, well chirp him later”

“So you’re telling me that they aren’t together?” Dylan’s mom looked over to her son Tyler and Luke as they shook their heads, both of them clueless as to what was happening between the couple. “She was telling me in the car that they are just friends” Ellen shrugged as she finished tying up her skate, “I don’t believe it though”

The Duke and Hughes family left early from the event in order to make it to their reservation at a small restaurant not even ten minutes away. She sat in between Dylan and Luke as the two older women sat on the other side of the table, skeptically staring at the pair as they lowly talked in their own separate conversation from the rest of the group.

“Your mom is glaring at us” she whispered to him with a laugh as they looked over to Ellen and Ms. Duke who were pretending to stare at their menus “My family thinks we are dating” “Ellen asked me if we were earlier too” her cheeks flushed pink as he laughed.

Duker’s leg bounced as he stared at her flustered expression, “Im gonna ask something and don’t feel pressured at all to say yes” She nodded with a smile and turned back to face him, “Do you want to go out on a date when we get back to Ann Arbour?” He asked sweetly making a grin break out on her face “I would love that” she pecked him on the cheek as he looked away for a second

“I KNEW IT!”

[heartsbreaking]

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if you write one of the muses and are interested in interacting or plotting feel free to send some memes or hmu in the ims/on disco

these are 99% platonic, if you want shippy dynamic i have ideas on my muse's info pages

KÀRA HRAFN : i would love interactions with loki, thor, maybe sif or even odin. also i would love to write with wanda or strange, or legit any magic user in the mcu. would love some threads with the young avengers too (especially cassie, kate and wiccan)

ALEKS VASILYEV : would love to write aleks against either of her brothers anatoly & vladimir. would also love to write against any of the defenders and street level heroes in the mcu

MARINA REYES : robbie reyes. give marina her older brother. also any agents of shield muses

CLARY STARK : gimme tony, gimme pepper, gimme peter, mj, ned, flash, gwen, harley, riri, give clary friends.

KITTY CARVER : jason carver, give me sibling things and angst, also give me more interactions with adult muses in hawkins

MADELYN & VIVIAN KELLMAN : someone write gerri for the girls pls i'm begging.

VIVIAN KELLMAN : gimme friends from college, influencer girlies, gimme chaotic ships for her

OPHELIA WAMBSGANS : i would LOVE to have a tom or shiv to write with but i'm incredibly hesitant to approach someone first. i'd also love a kendall, connor or willa.

RAFAELLA FLORES & SOFIA LENNOX : gimme more members of the richmond wfc and plots with other ted lasso muses, i'd also love some interactions with people's other athlete muses

EMILY CRIMM : gimme emily interacting with the richmond team and staff, gimme her dad, give emily friends

ALEJANDRA ROJAS : would love some threads with her getting to know the richmond team/staff, and generally making friends with her older brother's friends. (would pay in cute instagram reels for a dani too)

ALICE LAHEY : more teen wolf muses come interact with her i miss this fandom

BEATRICE DE MARTEL : more interactions with legacies muses (generally begging for this love her or hate her for being a weird lil girly she needs friends and enemies), gimme mikaelson muses too! would love a klaus but i will accept anyone. also if anyone writes aurora and doesn't ship her with her fucking brother come write with me.

CECELIA DE MARTEL : same thing as above, someone find me an aurora to write with that doesn't ship her with her brother so that cece can have her older sister. also same goes above for mikaelsons. i would also love to throw cecelia at more witches

CARRIE DAVIS : gimme more interactions with the yellowjackets thanks

KAT HARRISON : literally any twd muses carl, enid, daryl, rick, alden

CARLY SIMPSON : someone write gwen (carly's co-pilot), give her more interactions with top gun muses in general

DANA CORTELL : give her more interactions with top gun muses,

JACK HARDING : if anyone writes bill, find me. also any twisters muses i would love to put jack in more situations

SABRINA TYLER : gimme brina interacting with the 118 and becoming friends with them through buck, also i will find a way for her to interact with the 126, i'm not sure how but i will

ALYSIA DIAZ : generally would love to see alysia interacting with the 118 & 126, would love a main eddie. would also love interactions with people's musician ocs

SOPHIA DIAZ : would love a main eddie, would love threads with the 118 and also threads with other people's like legal/crime based muses.

STEVIE BURTON : more threads with the 118 :)

LUCIANA SCARCELLA : give me vampire interactions, i would love to build up luciana's history with other vampires (both friendly and unfriendly dyns)

YASMIN KARA-HANANI : i would love to throw yasmin at y'all's muses who are more business and crime based. come love my nepo baby finance girlie

CALYPSO : would love some interactions with other pjo muses, the gods ect

GABRIELLE GAO : gimme bullet train characters, gimme people who know here as an heiress and not an assassin

[chickensarentcheap]

Sending hugs always!

5. Does your muse have any siblings? What was their relationship like growing up? Is it any different now?

6. Did your muse have a best friend? Friends? Who did they hang out with as a kid? Are they still friends?

7. Did your muse have any enemies? Playground rivalries? How did that turn out?

8. What did your muse do in their free time? How did they entertain themself as a kid?

9. What was your muse's education like? Did they go to school? Did they like it?

10. What responsibilities did your muse have as a child? Chores? Babysitting? How good were they at fulfilling their responsibilities?

Please and thank you!

Thank you so much!! <3. If I fall asleep you, I will send you your questions tomorrow :)

5) Esme has five older brothers. The first four are very much older than her, and she never formed close bonds with them as a child or as she grew into a teen and beyond. They did torment her, though. Relentlessly. The brother closest in age to her (Kyle) and Esme have a love/hate relationship, mostly stemming around Kyle's spying on Esme's personal life for their mother, and the family's dislike for Tyler.

6) She had a small, tight knit group of friends and they all called each other 'besties'. They spent a lot of time together as kids and while they remained friends through their teenage lives and college careers, they grew apart as they all started getting married and having kids.

7). She didn't really have any enemies. She was one of those kids that got along with everyone. There was a boy that loved to chase her, pull her hair, etc.

8) Esme loved to spend a lot of time outdoors. Swimming, hiking, hanging out on the playground, camping, riding her bike.

9) Esme went on to college and got a degree in Psychology . She enjoyed school very much.

10). Her chores included making her bed, cleaning her up, helping dry and put away dishes, cleaning the goat pens, doing her own laundry. Once she was old enough, she'd babysit kids in the neighbourhood and her nieces and nephews that belonged to her two oldest brothers. She's always been very organized and responsible when it comes to jobs.

@tragiclyhip @youflickedtooharddamnit @secretaryunpaid

[diiisplxced-a]

Muse ideas for specific genres / fandoms

Paranormal

Flora Fairchild: she's technically been used to ghosts since she was in a high chair. She also gets possessed by them frequently and is used to pretending like she doesn't see anything when around adults.

Nell, Luke, and Theo Crain: They have been haunted by ghosts since they were children as well. Nell even haunted by her older, ghost self.

Supernatural

Michael Fitzpatrick: he's a hunter. He just does his job, but he's nice and could end up being friends with an entity.

Axel Zimmermann: he's a vampire. He usually is alone and not in a coven.

Isabelle Blackwood: she's a witch (with a Covenant verse). she's also a loner and not usually in a coven.

The Covenant (Caleb, Pogue, Reid, and Tyler): they're witches ascended from the descendants of the Salem witch trials.

Gabriel McCormick: his main verse is a nephilim (half angel, half human), though he also has angel and fae verses.

Flora Fairchild: I have been itching to give her a fae verse.

Greasers / Riverdale

Curly Shepard: his older brother is literally the leader of The Shepard Gang (an actual gang).

Johnny Cade: a greaser with a heart of gold.

Superheroes

Peter Parker: duh. Spiderman.

Michelle Jones: a college student who figured out who Peter was. (I feel like that could open up a lot of plot points for others.)

Mutants / Marvel

Caleb, Pogue, Reid, and Tyler: They're witches, but I think their powers work nicely with mutants.

Wade Wilson / Deadpool: meh. no plot points, but throwing him out there.

Harley Quinn: dc, but she's seen some freaky shit. powers wouldn't freak her out.

Peter Parker: again, throwing him out there.

[hidefdoritos]

Life updates:

-The person I was talking to has asked someone else to the spring formal. On the one hand this really doesn't matter. On the other hand, on a small college campus where everyone knows everyone and who you go with is a big deal, I kind of want to chew gravel.

-I might have a place to live for the summer! One of my friends decided to move to another state and be a camp counselor for a summer, so someone needs to take over her part of the apartment.

-One of the play costumes is majorly malfunctioning with 3 days until curtain. The brown top and burgundy skirt of the dress clash really badly under the stage lights. We couldn't find this out any earlier because the top sat in my room with one sleeve pinned on for the last two weeks while I had bronchitis. We're going to fix it by making it look intentional by adding more burgundy satin to the top and more brown satin to the bottom. And by we I mean me. Lots more work for me.

-At work, Awesome Manager Landon got promoted to Sort Manager! When Bad Tyler quit as Sort Manager, all 6 managers just carried on without a leader. Now my favorite manager got promoted!

-I got the chance to ask to Manager Jeff about the management gap. "When do you think they'll post the replacement listing?" He said, "Well, we're kinda waiting on HR to post the listing. You will be the first to know about it."

-Obviously this doesn't promise anything, but anyway. Even if someone at the Trainer level (which is where all my managers want me to be, and Bad Tyler blocked me) gets promoted to manager, then that leaves a trainer gap for me to fill. (All 3 trainers kind of suck and are known for being friendly lazy stoners, so idk if any of them are going for it or not. Probably some, but idk if they'll be hired.)

This has been Moss's musings, life update edition.

[all-vim-no-vigor]

Wyler WIP Teaser

This is from my upcoming fanfic “From Theory Alone” which will be a college au. I have decided to base it at Caltech in California to pay homage to my father who studied there and has been a great influence in my life.

This excerpt is from the unfinished first chapter. Tyler is intrigued by Wednesday and Wednesday is well aware of his curiosity and his staring habit.

Wednesday could tell Tyler was there in lab whether she had her back turned when he entered the sterile workspace or not. His eyes as blue as a torroid in darkness followed her wherever she went. Observed her. Surveyed her. It was unsettling. Wednesday had never been keen on attention. She preferred to work within the shadows where prying eyes could not reach her. Yet it seemed a pair had.

He had a handsome face, Galpin did. And his voice and the inflection in his speech Wednesday could not place which dogged her whenever he spoke. But something about him felt forced; fake and disingenuous like a politician running for election while desperately working to bury the skeletons hidden in their closet. Watching him as he slipped on his pair of safety goggles while laughing to whatever it was his lab partner had said, Wednesday could see the mask Tyler wore. Saw where it began and where it ended.

But it wasn’t her business. Was not her place to ponder the duality of her students. Her purpose was to instruct and aid Dr. Weems in her research. Wednesday hadn’t the time to care now the patience if she were to be given an answer to her questions. Looking a moment longer, Wednesday swallowed a hard knot in her throat. Furrowed her brows minutely with mild annoyance. Then, at the count of five, released all her frustrations with an inaudible sigh and began the lecture portion of the lab.

What Wednesday needed now was work. To busy herself with things that mattered—things of consequence. Not frivolous thoughts and musings that would only lead to a toxic fixation.

“Today we will be working with circuits in application to capacitance. This is in preparation for your upcoming midterm.” Gaze meeting Tyler’s from across the lab, Wednesday stared back blankly despite the raking feeling his eyes left beneath her skin. “Turn to page 87 in your lab manual.”

[houseboys]

HOUSEBOYS.

an independent, multi-muse blog. penned by cj.

RULES.

OOC

i love chatting ooc. i love plotting and headcanoning our ships/muses, so you can always feel free to come to me ooc. my rules sound kind of rude, but i promise i'm really friendly and a ray of sunshine. my messages are always open for anyone who's interested in possibly plotting/writing/chatting! this is and will forever be a work in progress. my discord is available upon request to mutuals. i also write on discord. my name is cj. i’m twenty-five years old. i’m a black, gay man. don’t be racist or homophobic or transphobic or a piece of shit.  no ooc drama. i simply won’t tolerate it. i prefer my drama in the threads. thanks.  selective. i do work full-time and it does consume a lot of my time, so i will be selective with following and who i interact with. my activity on the dash will be spotty as well. please don’t rush me for replies. please cut your posts, and i prefer using gifs/icons.

SHIPPING / MUSES

none of my muses are straight, just making that known – however none of them are strictly gay either. i love writing m/m ships and i love writing m/f and m/nb ships as well. give me all of those things. this is a multi-ship blog. all of my muses are men of color. do not fetishize them.

IN CHARACTER

this blog will contain NSFW material. i will try my best to tag everything, but i can’t promise that i will be able to.  if there are any triggers that you have, just let me know and i will create a tag to tag posts that contain that content.  with that being said, i won’t follow or write with anyone under the age of eighteen. if i can’t find your age on your blog, chances are i won’t follow back or reply.  i am fine with writing smut. i love writing smut in fact. but i don’t want my plots to be just smut. let the smut be a part of the story.  i will not write: stepcest/incest, noncon/dubcon, watersports, dd/lb/lg, pet play, scat, raceplay.  banned faces: deceased fcs, anyone who has requested to not be roleplayed.

MUSES.

in alphabetical order full bios coming soon... apollo bain (saquon barkley) college athlete/nfl player. pansexual. sebastian barrow (lucien laviscount) bartender. pansexual. saint boudreaux (kofi siriboe) artist. pansexual. jovanni carter (rome flynn) actor/model. pansexual. cain graham (tyler lepley) ad exec. pansexual. channing hall (da'vinchi) occupation. pansexual. arnold lee jones, jr. (michael b. jordan) teacher/coach. bisexual. jabari marcel (jordan calloway) firefighter. homosexual. rhys montague (martin bobb-semple) college athlete. pansexual. kendall nash (brandon p. bell) lawyer. pansexual. kyree pleasant (keith powers) model. pansexual. adrian sterling (yahya abdul-mateen ii) ceo. pansexual. bachelor stone (trevante rhodes) chef. pansexual. griffin tate (michael evans behling) college student. bisexual. gabriel washington (diggy simmons) photographer. pansexual. torrey watkins, jr. (jalen hurts) college athlete/nfl player. pansexual. alex wells (mason gooding) college student. homosexual.

[roleplayfinder]

Hey! 20nb looking for other 18+ Doctor Who roleplayers. I'm mainly looking to muse Thirteen, Yasmin Khan, Rose Tyler, and/or Clara Oswald against any basically canon character (although Thasmin, Nine/Eleven/Thirteen x Rose would be preferable right now but not required)! I don't have any concrete plots, but I'm pretty good at making a few up on the spot once we narrow down our collective preferences. I'm a literate+ roleplayer (aka 3 paragraphs minimum), and my response time drastically varies since I'm a college student with jobs, so please be patient with me and I'll extend that same patience to you. If you're interested, interact with the post and I'll reach out!

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[forgaeven1]

who my muses are, college students edition

— muses i think are easily super popular on campus ( juggled way too much social commitment at one point and is constantly involved in college dramas )

hob, mary jane, jon, ginny, davey, wilson

— muses i think who are Loners losers but the ones to raise their hands in lecturs for Q&A sessions all the time (definitely the teacher's pet some of them :// )

rhea, brienne, sydney, madge, connor, neith, hans

— muses who drags their feet to classes but excels in their respective sports which they're enrolled there for anyways (they nearly failed their last semester btw)

gendry, harwin, and probs osha???

— muses who skips class nearly all the time but somehow aces their exams without that much studying (they were arrested for arson at one point)

anna williams, ruffnut

— muses who are sorta there. isnt always happy, but they're hanging on

despair, tyler, neville, blaise

[beldcm]

i'll be around to answer dms and work on replies tomorrow, but i thought i'd make another little REVERSE STARTER CALL to work on afterwards. so, like this post and i'll go through your open starters and pick one to reply to.

also, i'm using this post to shamelessly promote my own open starters, if anyone is interested. under the cut you can find links to them, as well as a brief summary!

roman ibarra ( fc : danny ramirez )

who for : f/nb, 25-35

basic plot : roman has just proposed to your muse, while your muse was planning on breaking up with him

aadi sahni ( fc : rahul kohli )

who for : f/nb, 35-40

basic plot : after breaking up in college, the two haven't seen each other since and have now been put on a blind date together

lydia thompson ( fc : greta onieogou )

who for : any gender, 25+

basic plot : both muses are best friends and lydia has been in love with your muse for ages. now, your muse has just told her that they've found someone

ethan hudson ( fc : sebastian stan )

who for : f/nb, 35+, his partner

basic plot : after both muses have retired from their old life as assassins, they're now struggling to live a normal life

aaron tyler ( fc : chris evans )

who for : f/nb, 21+, college student

basic plot : just before starting his new job at a new college, aaron finds himself having a hook up the night before. only, the next morning he discovers that they're one of his students in his new class

lucas perry ( fc : aaron pierre )

who for : f/nb, 21+, singer/musician

basic plot : lucas is the security guard hired to protect your muse during their current world tour. however, as lucas treats your muse like a human and not like a product, the two are quickly growing closer as lines are blurred

jack kane ( fc : jensen ackles )

who for : f/nb, late 30s/early 40s, his wife

basic plot : basically their dynamic is like beth and rip from yellowstone. but jack has just come home from a hard day of work, to find his wife has decided to throw themselves a party

freya krause ( fc : kathryn hahn )

who for : any gender, 40s/50s

basic plot : your muse has taken over their late great aunt's bookstore, where freya has been shopping her entire life. while freya has been helping with the reopening, the two have grown closer

tatum weisz ( fc : e.r. fightmaster )

who for : f/nb, 40+, tatum's boss

basic plot : with their visa running out, tatum's boss has managed to convince them to get married in order to stay in the country. but now they had to visit tatum's family and convince them the engagement is real

eve halliwell ( fc : jessica chastain )

who for : any gender, 40s, eve's secret ex

basic plot : both muses are famous and dated secretly back in the 90s. eve was forced into a pr relationship where she ended up falling in love with the guy and choosing him. now in the present day, your muse is finally confronting her about her choice

isaac bishop ( fc : jesse williams )

who for : f/nb, 35+, his best friend's fiance

basic plot : while both muses had always had a thing for another one, your muse was set to marry isaac's best friend. that is until they discovered him cheating and now isaac is trying to pick up the pieces

aubrey grey ( fc : cate blanchett )

who for : f/nb, 40+, aubrey's partner

basic plot : basically think mr and mrs smith but make it sapphic. the two had just discovered each other's secret life. now, they are both each other's target and must take one another out

[sacrifatal]

you  want  an  elegant  death.  as  a  matter  of  fact,  you  already  died  and  didn’t  hear  about it.  you  are  your  unnerving ghost,  eyes  of  flint  &  flower  petals.   they   gave   you  a  name  &  alienated  you  from  yourself.   childhood?  which  childhood?   the  one  that  didn't  last,  or  the  one  that   never  was?  the  one  in  which  you  learned  to  be  afraid  of  rooms  without  windows  &  monsters  wherever  there  are  doors.   at   one  point,   there  was  a  scream  of  sorrow  that  never  came  out.

⁽  multi - muse  ⁾ roleplay  blog,   written  by   kat. ⁽ she / her. ⁾   private,   very  low  activity.   some  muses  established  as  early  as  2013   &   heavily  headcanon  based  and  /  or  canon  removed.  minors  dni,   iconless, basic  rp  etiquette  applies.    featuring  characters  from  :   twilight,   wicked, pretty  little  liars,  the  vampire  diaries,  charmed   &  more!   main blog.

** important things to note (if any) are in parentheses. TELEVISION:

 ──  aria montgomery from pretty little liars, lucy hale, bisexual, primary age: twenty - one. ⁽ aria writes an angry police report turning ezra in for his relationship with her after finding out about his novel. the police ultimately end up with an anonymous copy of the report and ezra goes to prison. ⁾  ──  alison dilaurentis from pretty little liars, sasha pieterse, bisexual, primary age: twenty. ⁽ after alison goes missing from rosewood, she is incorporated into a twilight crossover where she is turned into a vampire. ⁾  ──  piper halliwell from charmed, maia mitchell, bisexual, primary age: twenty - one. ⁽ focuses on piper's college years. she knows that she's a witch earlier at twenty - one, will follow canon timeline upon request. ⁾  ──  sabrina spellman from sabrina the teenage witch, kathryn newton, bisexual, primary age: twenty - one. ⁽ a combination of inspiration pulled from the newer comics, original show & darker aspects of the chilling adventures of sabrina. i will ignore the whole storyline between harvey & roz in caos because it pissed me off. ⁾ ──  clarke griffin from the 100, natalie alyn lind, bisexual, primary age: twenty. ⁽ canon divergent, focusing on the survivalist / apocalyptic aspects of them coming to earth & not as much all the sci - fi and AI. ⁾ ──  scott mccall from teen wolf, tyler posey, bisexual, primary age: twenty - two. ⁽ canon removed, focusing on college years & true alpha lore. ⁾ ──  allison argent from teen wolf, crystal reed, bisexual, primary age: twenty - two. ⁽ canon removed, following the argent family hunting lore & incorporated into the buffy universe. ⁾

FILMS: ──  tatum riley from scream, zoe colletti, bisexual, primary age: twenty. ⁽ following a survival arc after the events of the first movie, she's now in college. ⁾

LITERATURE:

 ──  isabella swan from twilight, bisexual, primary age: twenty - one. ⁽ bella never gets pregnant, she chooses to stay human to finish college. ⁾ ──  jacob black from twilight, heterosexual, primary age: twenty - one. ⁽ ignoring smeyer's racist implications of native people & the imprinting. ⁾ ──  isabel conklin from the summer i turned pretty, lola tung, bisexual, primary age: eighteen / nineteen. ⁽ based on both the books & the show. ⁾ ──  hermione granger from harry potter, sofia bryant, primary age: twenty - one. ⁽ canon removed, focusing on traveling the world as a witchy vigilante in any universe, anti - jkr. ⁾ ──  ginevra weasley from harry potter, daria sidorchuk, bisexual, primary age: twenty - one. ⁽ canon removed, focusing on the power of the 7th child witch lore in any universe, anti - jkr. ⁾

VIDEO GAMES:

 ──  ellie williams from the last of us, raffey cassidy, lesbian, primary age: nineteen. ⁽ mainly based on the video game canon, with inspiration from some aspects of the hbo show. ⁾

[wcrldcfvtlvs]

💋 (for whoever you wish!)

Send “💋” to kiss my muse out of nowhere. // accepting!

Being at a college party without his friends felt...weird. He was the tallest one out of the crowd and it made him feel a bit uneasy as he held his red solo cup filled with nothing but Sprite. Harrison didn't feel comfortable drinking when he didn't have Tyler or Donatello here for his buffers or overall safety. Not that anyone would approach him, he always did look intimidating to most. Still, bad things happened at parties at all the time and he didn't want to take the risk. Maybe I should leave, Harrison thought to himself as he straightened his jacket.

However, in that moment he was pulled down to someone smaller than him, and a pair of lips were pressed against his. For a moment his eyes were wide and in shock but then they closed. Whoever this was had soft lips, their hair smelled nice and they kissed like a princess, at least what he assumed a princess would kiss like. With one arm it wrapped it around their waist as he raised his cup with the other, last thing he wanted to do was spill his soda on them.

Pulling away, Harrison's eyes fluttered opened as his cheeks was visibly red from the kiss. Blinking a few, he managed a nervous smile. " H-Hi. I'm Harrison. "

[404tytrack]

MUSE TO MUSE - smau

in which the art and photography departments pair up students for a collaborative project, & the art to your photography is renjun. the prompt: earth's beauty. with differing opinions on how to do the project, will you & renjun be able to work together & get a good grade?

artstudent!renjun x fem!reader

genres; slight enemies to lovers, strangers to lovers, college au, angst, fluff, humor

extras; die/kys jokes here & there (probs everywhere), renjun can be an ass, aespa, itzy, wayv, skz, & riize cameos

playlist; The Bug Collector - Haley Heynderickx, Easily - Bruno Major, Purple (feat. TAEIL of NCT) - SOHLHEE, Lily of the Valley - Daniel, About You - The 1975, I THINK - Tyler, The Creator, Infrunami - Steve Lacy

taglist; open

status; in progress

notes; first smau, we shall see how i do 😨😨

profiles 1 - profiles 2

one. its giving very much :3

two. 1 (one) conversation

three. pondering life and such

four. campus crush reputation

five. smiling through it all

six. moana crisis

seven. dubs in the chat

eight. thank u winx fairies

nine. who are you

tba..

[rafaelchambers]

[male, he/him] Welcome to Aurora Bay, [RAFAEL CHAMBERS]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [TYLER ALVAREZ]. You must be the [TWENTY FIVE] year old [PHOTOGRAPHER]. Word is you’re [KIND-HEARTED] but can also be a bit [AGGRESSIVE] and your favorite song is [DON'T STOP ME NOW BY QUEEN]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [OCEAN CREST]. I’m sure you’ll love it! [constantine, 25+, EST, they/them] ( @aurorabayaesthetic )

wanted connections | full navi | pinterest | full bio -- the group

threads - tracker - visuals - musings - aesthetics - likes

— BASICS ☆

full name:;  rafael gabriel chambers

nicknames:;  raf, raffy

gender:; cis male

pronouns:;  he/him

sexual preference:;  bisexual

birthdate & age:; oct. 25th, aged twenty-five years

zodiac sign:;  scorpio (scorpion)

spouse / lover:;  none currently

— APPEARANCES ☆

face & voice claim:;  tyler alvarez

height:;  5′6″

eyes:;  brown

hair:;  brown

body art:;  a left ear piercing on his earlobe, sometimes lip piercings (snake bites)

other distinguishing features:;  a scar on the side of his left hand

fashion sense:;  classic, casual, comfy - always wears a pride ring on his right ring finger (sometimes a few other rings)

body type:;  slightly toned and healthy looking

— PERSONALITY ☆

traits:;  independent, spontaneous, driven, creative, kind-hearted -- aggressive, stubborn, sassy, argumentative, blunt

fears:;  opening up and not being liked as his authentic self

hobbies:;  drawing, writing, video making

skills:;  photography, drawing, writing, video making

quirks:;  he can't stand still, bites lower lip, moves hands a lot when talking

— FAMILY ☆

mother:;  mrs. chambers

father:;  mr. chambers

siblings:;  none

children:;  none

pets:;  none

— FAVOURITES ☆

ice cream flavour:;  vanilla (because you can do a lot with it like floats)

food:;  tacos

time of the day / night:;  evening

season:;  fall/autumn

holiday:;  halloween

animal:;  bunnies and foxes

colour:;  purple

scent:;  cucumber melon

musician/band:;  queen, taylor swift, lights, daughtry

— OTHER ☆

education:;  dropped out of high school but got his GED, did classes over college after

bad habits:;  drinking -- sometimes weed or vapes

a cherished item:;  his pride ring

relationship role:;  submissive

— BIOGRAPHY ☆

—- B R E I F   B A C K G R O U N D  —-

trigger warnings ; mentions of mental health struggles

rafael was born an only child to two loving parents. he grew up as a rather normal kid with a love for cooking. this soon became his original plan for work growing up. when he was a kid, he'd always help his mother with cooking and baking, becoming a way they bonded. once he was a teenager he'd start helping more in the kitchen, sometimes making dinner or baking things so his parents could have a break from time to time. he'd always make deserts for their birthdays as well as for friends he made.

as he was hanging out with friends when they decided to go on a trip together for spring break one year. not a typical spring break trip, but one they'd all enjoy over beaches and all that. during this trip rafael was the one who'd take videos and photos of their fun times to share on his tiktok and instagram pages, gaining a following there which soon lead to this new passion for using the camera. so it became something he'd do in his free time.

shortly after turning eighteen, he was supposed to finish his last year of high school but dropped out to focus on his mental health. soon after he did regret it which lead to him pushing himself to get his GED a year later. shortly after he took some local classes to improve his skills with culinary, still focused on making a living with it. managing a chef job in a local restaurant so start saving up to move out.

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once he turned twenty-one, rafael moved out to aurora bay, california from when he originally lived in the bronx, new york. once he got to town, he decided to start new with work and started a freelance photography business, taking any jobs he could and also helping out some businesses with photography. it took a few years until he probably made a living with his photography job and he's in love with his work. he also does vlogs of trips he takes, places he sees and some of his time in town. he posts videos between a youtube channel, his instagram account and his tiktok account. he also uses this to help promote his photography business, sharing his photos as well in some videos.

[ will try to update as time goes on ]