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chaoticcupcakeee · 8 months ago

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Chapter One: Professor Harrington and Mr. Munson

***THERE WILL BE LOTS SMUT 18+ CONTENT EVENTUALLY SO MINORS THIS IS NOT A SPACE FOR YOU, MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED,IF YOU DONT HAVE AN AGE IN YOUR BIO I WILL LIKELY ASSUME YOU'RE A MINOR AND BLOCK. DM FOR ANY QUESTIONS THANKS!<3***

Pairing: Professor! Steve Harrington x Best Friends Dad! Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Not much...YET.. lots of smutty smutt smutt to come. Vague mention of depression/ bad childhood/anxiety , mention of drug use/ cigarette smoking, Eddie and Steve being hot, Reader is in their mid 20s and Eddie and Steve are early to mid 40s

Summary: Reader moves to the one and only Hawkins, Indiana and meets her sexy new sociology professor and realizes she might have a crush on her best friends dad..oops

Authors Note: Hi folks!!! this is so nerve wracking i've never really properly written for either of these characters before except in my head and reading lots and lots of smut! I really hope you guys like it, i'm really excited for what's to come for this series, I haven't thought of a name for it yet so i'm just going to go chapter by chapter but its gonna be a fucking wild ride so buckle your seat belts :) 4k words (Also older Eddie pic by the lovely @eddiemunsons-missingnipple )

**Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five**

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Were you doing the right thing? Could you do this on your own? What if you failed?

Your head filled with doubt now that your dreams you’ve had since you graduated high school were now coming to fruition. You saved up all the money you could, working odd jobs for a few years after high school to have enough money to get out of your hometown and into a good college states away.

You shake away all the negative thoughts, no. This had to work you were going to make sure it worked. This is your new start, to create your own life. It had to be better than back home, where no one gave a shit about you and your own parents didn’t care enough to stick around after you graduated high school, not that they were the most involved parents to begin with anyways. Even the friends you had back home were just party related or friends of friends, you were always on the outside looking in, never properly fitting anywhere. The only reason you decided to move specifically to Hawkins was because your only real friend, Violet, that you’ve had since you were 12 had moved here 10 years ago and you’d made a pact long ago that if you ever got out of that town, you’d follow her here.

You pinch your fingers to the bridge of your nose, willing the thought of your parents and back home to go back into the little dark corner of your brain. You can’t breakdown now, not right before your first class, how pathetic would that be?

“Focus focus focus, come on you got this.” you muttered quietly to yourself over and over until the anxiety subsided. You take a deep breath, willing your lungs to fill with air to cool down your buzzing insides. You look in your car mirror to make sure your makeup still looked good and fidgeted with your clothes.

You were never one to obsess over your appearance by any means, but you really wanted to make a good first impression. You had your hair pulled up into a butterfly clip and had on your favorite dress a pair of black tights and your trusty Dr. Martens. With one final look in the mirror, you sigh and grab your bookbag and get out of your car. You look on your phone to triple check that you were in the right place, the last thing you needed was to be lost or even worse late to your first class.

You’d only moved into your apartment off campus the day before so you haven’t had time to look around the town or get used to your surroundings yet. You noted that your car didn’t stick out like a sore thumb. Your car was a few years old and was always something of an insecurity for you. But most of the cars that filled the almost completely full parking lot were older or used cars, which put you at ease. You head into the Humanities and Social Sciences building and check for a fourth time, Sociology 101 room E142 Professor Harrington.

The room is much bigger than you thought, chairs and desks circling the podium at the front of the room. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding as the room was only half full of other stressed out looking students preparing for their day ahead. You decide to pick a seat towards the middle of the room to not look too eager.

As you’re getting your laptop and books out of your bookbag you hear footsteps walking into the room and the girls behind you immediately start giggling and whispering to each other. You look to see where they’re looking hoping they aren’t making fun of you, you see them biting their lips and looking at the front of the class. You follow their eyeline and your breath hitches.

Where your sociology professor should be standing is an Adonis, he has thick honey brown hair, peppered with grey, that frame his handsome face. His skin impossibly sun kissed like he’d just come back from a tropical island and not living in Hawkins, Indiana. He smiles nervously at the class; his smile is warmer than the sun despite his nervousness, warming you from the inside out. He’s wearing a white button down covered by a navy blue sweater, a pair of grey slacks and black high top converse.

“Ahoy folks! Are you guys ready to set sail on this vast ocean called Sociology with me? I’ll be your Captain Professor Harrington!” he claps his hands, his eyes waiting and hoping for a response.

The girls behind you giggle and a few other students around the room follow suit, he sighs contently. He goes onto explaining the syllabus and assignments for this semester. The class flies by, he’s easy to listen and pay attention to, sure his looks help but he seems genuinely interested in what he’s teaching. Which is a breath of fresh air, you diligently take notes, making sure not to miss anything. Before you know it, class is over and people start packing up their things.

“Oh class before I forget, if any of you are commuters, come get a parking pass from me unless you want a ticket.” he announces to the class, most of the class you assume living in the dorms hurry out of the room.

“Because not only are we charging students tuition we are also charging students just to park on campus, capitalism at its finest folks,” he snorts, shakes his head, and walks to his desk leaning against it.

After finally putting all your things away and checking where your next class is you head up to him. Just being near him makes your heart beat a million miles a minute, like your unworthy of being in his presence let alone so close to him.

He smiles warmer and wider as you stand in front of him, “Hey what can I do ya for?” he asks brightly.

“Oh, uh, I just need a parking pass if that’s okay,” you say quietly.

“More than okay my dear!” he declared. You blush at his words while he picks around in his desk drawer for a parking pass. His nose scrunches up in frustration as the digging becomes hastier and more urgent.

“I coulda swore I put em in here… or did I leave them in my office?... shit,” he breathes.

You giggle at his disorganization, and he looks up at you embarrassed, you wondered how a man who looks like how he does could ever be embarrassed about anything. The girls who sit behind you would agree.

“I promise I’m not usually this discombobulated.. just uh first days always come sooner than I think.” he chuckles

You nod knowingly at him “No worries I can always get it tomorrow or something.” you say waving his worries off.

He looks up at you through his glasses relieved “Really? That- that would be amazing. I would go grab them from my office, but I don’t think I have enough time to before my next class.” He studies you for a second like he’s actually looking at you for the first time.

“What’s your name again hun?” he says casually, as he opens his computer and types on his keyboard.

Your heart flutters at the continued use of nicknames, you take a second to study him again before you respond. He’s hunched over his desk, typing and clicking away on his computer like he’s searching for something. His eyes crinkled at the edges with age, memories of many days smiling and being in the sun. You notice his freckles that adorn his face and neck that you couldn’t see during class. If you had it your way, you’d take your time to count them all to try and make sense of his godly beauty. And his hands.. his hands look so strong effortlessly gliding across his keyboard.

You must have taken too long to answer because he looks up at you expectantly and raises his eyebrow and smirks. You shake your head slightly trying to regain your composure.

“S-sorry first day jitters, my heads a bit scrambled,” you confess to him. You tell him your name quickly, you hoped that your cheeks didn’t look as red as they felt.

His eyes softened a bit and nodded and continued to type on his computer for a couple more seconds before turning to you again.

“I emailed campus security to let them know that it’s my fault you don’t have a pass and if they do give you a ticket just bring it to me and I’ll sort it out for you, okay?” he states and steps away from his computer to face you again.

“Oh wow thank you so much Mr. Harrington, I really appreciate it!” you chirp

His face scrunches up at the name, and chuckles, some of his honey brown hair falling in front of his face, his hand ready to catch them and put the strands back in place. You were mesmerized.

“Uh Mr. Harrington is my father, call me Steve er Professor Harrington works to if you don’t want to be on a first name basis.” He says kindly

“Oh well thank you regardless…Steve.” his name sounds foreign but good on your tongue. You stare at your shoes and then realize that you’ve been in here looking at your professor for far too long.

What the fuck were you thinking? He probably thinks you’re insane but is too nice to say so.

“Ya of course,” he dismisses you easily.

“Anyways I don’t wanna keep you, have a good day,” you apologize.

"You too Y/N,” he calls, as you head out the door, glad that your back is to him so he can’t see you blush again just because he said your first name.

“Get it the fuck together.” you mutter to yourself as you walk aimlessly out of his classroom.

The rest of the day goes without a hitch, you find yourself actually excited for the upcoming topics in your classes. You’ve never given yourself the opportunity to properly nerd out about the things you’re interested in.

You finally get back to your car after all your classes and groan at the sight of a ticket stuck onto your windshield.

“Fuck…” you whine

Too tired to get it taken care of today you drive home and plop on your bed. Even though your classes were super interesting, it was very mentally draining. Extra draining because you’ve tried to force your brain to focus on classes and not think about your sexy sociology professor.

Was he this nice to all his students? Did you catch him eyeing you up while you were talking or were your eyes playing tricks on you? You keep trying to reassure yourself he is just really nice. But his hands… his smile…

You groan and rub your hands against your face trying to shake all the whirling thoughts out of your head. You force yourself to think about literally anything else, then your tummy rumbles. You haven’t had time to grocery shop considering you had just moved in yesterday and your fridge was completely empty except for some bottles of water and condiments.

Your phone buzzes next to you on your bed, you open it and smile.

“BITCHHHH I MISS U COME OVER! You’ve been in Hawkins over 24 hours & ive gotten radio silence from u! ur presence is being requested in the munson household immediately!

P.S Bring food my dad is starving me over here”

“At your service m’lady, cheeseburgers good?” you respond quickly

“ur a life saver babe<3”

Your mind drifts away from your professor and the ticket that is burning a hole in your bookbag. This place already feels more like home than any time you’ve ever spent where you were born. You missed your best friend so much. Violet Munson has been your ride or die best friend for as long as you can remember. You two became friends when you were sitting alone in the lunch room one day and she came and sat right down next to you and you two have been inseparable ever since… that is until her dad decided to move her back to Hawkins to be closer to family after the divorce right before freshman year. You had been crushed getting your best friend ripped away from you like that, but then you guys made the pack to get out of dodge when you could, and now you’re here… in Hawkins,Indiana.

You change into comfy clothes and grab some cheeseburgers, fries, and onion rings from the only burger joint in town and headed over to the Munson residence. You’ve never actually been to her house before because your parents never allowed you to visit after she moved away, so you two mostly kept in contact over constant texts and lots of facetiming.

Pulling up to her house you were more nervous than you thought, you hadn’t seen her in so long and hoped things wouldn’t be awkward. You turned off the ignition, grabbed the food, and went to open your door when you heard a scream come from the front of the house. You lift your eyes to see your best friend jumping up and down on the front porch in her pajamas. Violet had long bright purple hair and thick black eyeliner, kind eyes, a wide smile, and an infectious laugh.

“YOU’RE HERE YOU’RE REALLY FUCKING HERE HOLY SHIT!”

You laughed and dropped all the food in the front seat of your car and ran to meet her in the middle of her lawn and tackled her to the ground. You hugged her tight, squeezing your eyes together wishing the tears at the corner of your eyes to go away.

“Vi I missed you so fucking much.” you whisper

“Awe babe I missed you too.” she shares

You both get up off the grass and you grab the food and head inside. You set the food down in front of the tv like you used to do when she lived closer to you. You sit down on the couch and while she grabs plates. You sigh deeper into the couch, everything was just picking up exactly where you two had left off, you were gonna be okay. You smile quietly to yourself and then head to the kitchen to help her bring everything into the living room. You decide to watch a new horror movie that just came out, the two of you always bonding over everything creepy and spooky. You let Violet tell you about her partner Quinn, who she met a few years ago and was head over heels in love with.

Then the front doorknob jingled, and you heard the familiar thud of heavy boots.

“Ho- holy shit is that Y/N?!”

You turn to face the familiar voice at the door. “Hey Mr. Munson, long time no see!” you breathe.

Fuckk… when did Vi’s dad get so... hot?... what the hell is wrong with you today? First your sociology professor and now your best friends DAD?!

He grins widely at you just like his daughter, he shrugs out of his boots and walks into the living room.

“I got you a cheeseburger on my way over, still like double meat and cheese on your burger?” you question.

Mr. Munson puts a hand over his heart and falls into the love seat next to the tv.

“You remembered, I’m touched sweetheart.” he beamed.

“oh yeah no problem at all!” you blush.

“Well I’ll let you guys catchup, don’t need me harshing the vibes, Vi’s been nonstop talking about you coming to Hawkins a month!” he chattered

Out of the corner of your eye you see Violet roll her eyes at her father.

“Dad no one fucking says “harshing the vibes” anymore or at all, you’re aging yourself old man,” she chortles

Mr. Munson chuckles and puts his hands up in the air in surrender “Alright alright I’m leaving, if you guys need anything I’ll be in the garage. Thanks again for the burger Y/N!” he says kindly holding up the burger in one of his large tattooed hands.

You beam up at him happy to help, and this time you get a good look at your best friends dad. He’s aged so much better than you could ever imagine a man with Mr. Munsons lifestyle to ever age, the expression aged like fine wine captures it perfectly.

His brown hair still wild and curly as its always been but tied up into a low bun at the base of his neck. Only difference is the now visible little grey streaks that run through random curls. He has more laugh lines at the side of his mouth and the corners of his eyes. Still wearing his normal garb, black jeans with loads of rips, a band tee with a leather jacket. His chocolate brown eyes still full of mischief and debauchery. His nose ring ever present but you spy a few more additions to his tattoo collection, specifically a new neck tattoo and a few more on his hands.

Fuck his hands… wait you have to answer him. Answer him before it’s weird that you’ve been staring at him so long.. you’re really on a fucking roll today.

“It was my pleasure Mr. Munson really,” you gush.

He gives you a wink that goes straight to your core and vibrates in your bones and heads to the garage.

Violet didn’t seem to notice how flushed you were, eyes still on the screen, interjecting at random times when a scene looks to fake or when the blood splattering doesn’t look real enough.

After the movie the two of you head upstairs to Vi’s room, she wanted to show you her new additions to her every growing crystal collection and a few polaroid pictures of her and her partner.

“They literally make me feel like a princess I feel so lucky, for our 3 year anniversary they gave me these black tourmaline pentagram earrings, aren’t they so cute?!”

Your heart fills with warmth, Violet has always been loud and unique, you are so happy for her that she found someone who accepts her for who she is and loves her for it.

“That’s really sweet Vi, i'm so happy you have them, and that they treat you so well,” you grin.

“Thanks… what about you though? You’ve always been very singular… looking to change that any time soon? You deserve to be happy babe, even if it just means getting laid you deserve to get some. You’re a fucking catch dude” ,she compliments

“I mean you know I had a thing with Dylan for awhile before he got back with his girlfriend...” you murmur

“Oh COME ON, you know that’s not what I mean, not some assholes rebound!” she insists

“Vi I don’t have a line down the block like you used to have, you’ve got that whole hot sexy goth girl shit going on, I’m just me.” you babble and point to your gorgeous best friend

“What about Tom? You were with Tom for a long time what happened with him?” she asks obliviously.

“Fuckin cheated on me,” you sigh. Re-living your lack of romantic endeavors to your very not single best friend being up there in the top 10 most pathetic things to date.

“Oh fuck that guy, how fucking dare he!” she sneers while she tries to light the perfectly wrapped blunt in her hand.

“Shit I think my lighters dead, can you go ask my dad if he has an extra?”

You nod and head downstairs and search for the door that leads to the garage, finally you find the door you’re looking for and the image in front of you almost makes you audibly gasp.

Mr. Munson has a cigarette between his lips hes strumming along to some metal song that he’s humming the tune to, occasionally sucking in smoke and blowing out the side of his mouth. His head bobbing to the tune of the song completely in his own world. He’s beautiful.

You look at the way his fingers move to the beat and strum the strings on his guitar, mesmerized by how pretty they are. You can see all the calloses on his hands from all of the years of playing.

Your hand moves without thinking and knocks on the side of the garage door, getting Mr. Munsons attention.

“Oh shit, hey honey, ya need something?" He questions

“oh yeah sorry, Vi’s lighter ran out, and we were trying to light a blunt, you got an extra?” You ask.

Growing up, Mr. Munson had always been the more laid back between Violets two parents, letting her test the waters herself allowing more than the normal parent would. But as long as she was being safe and not doing any hard drugs he was mostly lenient with her. Not that it mattered much now that she’s grown.

“Uh yeah I probably got one around here somewhere, come pop a squat while I look.” he gestures to the chair beside him.

Your legs wobble while you move into the garage, it smelled so uniquely of him. His leather jacket draped over the back of his chair, smoke in the air, and metal music playing lowly in the background.

His space made you feel at home, the garage door was open so you could see the sun setting in the sky, and the metal music is weirdly comforting. You find yourself tapping your feet to the beat.

Eddie went to his truck looking for an extra lighter and your eyes wander to his guitar. You can tell he really cares about it, its clean, the strings look freshly changed, and recently polished.

“Oh yeah she’s a beaut isn’t she?" He observes proudly, leaning against his car with a new found lighter in hand.

“Yeah really pretty Mr. Munson,” you remark.

He smiles at you, “Here ya go, I don’t know how much juice is left in it.” He hands you the lighter, for the few seconds your hands connect you see how much bigger his hands are than yours, it almost makes you topple over in your chair.

“Thanks,” you reply. You grab the lighter with your hand and put it in your pocket and push out of the chair headed back into the house.

“Were you always this shy?” he asks inquisitively.

You turn around to face him confused by his question, you never really considered yourself shy, it just takes some time for you to come out of your shell.

“Shy?” you reply. fidgeting with a loose string on your sweatpants, your lips in a fine line.

“Yeah..you just seem.. shy or sad maybe, you doin okay?” he presses

You sigh hard trying to find the right words to explain the last few years and what would be appropriate to share with your best friends dad. “I’m fine really, just a long few days.” you share and smile to try and make it convincing.

He clicks his tongue and you know that he doesn’t believe you, your heart sinks. You never want to put your sadness or hurt onto anyone else, you’re a big girl and you can handle it on your own. You change the subject to the empty beer glass on the table in front of him, “Need another beer?” you ask

“Read my mind darlin, thanks,” he replies.

You head to the kitchen to grab him his beer and head back to the garage to bring it to him. When you get back he’s back at it strumming on his guitar in his own world, you wish for a second maybe you could just sit in his little world with him, it’s quiet and peaceful, no thinking required. You set the beer on the table and turn to head back upstairs.

“Hey Y/N, if you need anything or even just to talk I’m around, I know I’m not Violet, but if you need another friendly face, I’m here.” he smiles warmly at you.

Your heart melts, of course he’s the sweetest man in the whole world. “Thank you Mr. Munson that really means a lot,” you blush. Thankful to have one more person in this town on your side.

You close the door behind you and rush back upstairs hoping Violet doesn’t notice how long you’ve been gone. You hear voices and giggling on the other side of the door,

She’s on the phone with Quinn.

“She’s returned! Come here I want you to meet Quinn!” she exclaims. You breathe out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, no excuse necessary. Your friendship with Violet has always easier than breathing. You spend the rest of the night smoking weed and talking on the phone with her partner, glad to have the distraction from your recent interaction with her dad.

Did he really mean what he said? Or was he also just being nice? I guess he kind of has to be nice to me, being his daughters best friend. Plus he’s so out of my league, a man like him would never go for a girl like me, right?

Only time will tell.

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burnyouwithacigarettelighter · 2 years ago

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TENDER LIKE A BRUISE ─── ethan landry 𖦹

ೃ⁀➷ “A lover? Maybe. Something tender, anyway. But tender like a bruise.” — ‘The Winner’s Kiss’, Marie Rutkoski

pairing. spiderman!ethan landry x reader

warnings. swearing, mention of blood + death, mildly suggestive

summary. its late at night when you get a knock at your window. first, its a familiar mask, then a really, really familiar face. (1) (2) (3) (4)

a/n. i honestly just wanted an excuse to write about patching up this lovable dork. this is also the weirdest crossover ive ever made but hey! if the shoe fits, the shoe fits (ethan landry is 110% spiderman nerd coded). an early warning: this is sooo all over the place. i fr do not know where this is going or if i should make a part 2

You’re staring at your monitor, half-asleep and half-wishing your econ class got a bomb threat so you didn’t have to get assigned homework, when you hear a knock at your window.

It was four-am on a Thursday in the middle of March, so you were expecting a knock. It was probably Quinn, or maybe even Tara, knocking on your window to get into the flat because they lost their keys somewhere at the frat party and didn’t want to alarm Sam.

Having the room with the fire-escape window was a blessing and a curse. For one, the view was beautiful, and you could sneak out without any of your roommates knowing. On the other hand, however, any stranded friends of yours snuck back in through your window.

Well, whatever. You slammed your laptop shut on your desk, and walked to your window. In the journey, however, you paused.

The crime rate in New York had gone up terribly recently, and you had remembered that case just a few weeks ago about a man who broke in through a fire escape window…

You weighed your options: open the window, oh it’s just Annika, shoo her out of your room, continue Econ homework. Open the window, oh it’s a murderer! Die, don’t finish Econ homework.

You opened the window.

Then: “Spiderman?!” You all but screamed, taking a hesitant step back.

It was Spiderman, the guy in the spiderman suit, New York’s “friendly neighborhood Spiderman”, the hero who fought crime in Brooklynn and swung around Times Square, that Spiderman.

And he was here. On your fire escape, awkwardly shuffling (which reminded you of a certain dork who was at that Halloween frat party right about now), hands behind his back.

“Spiderman? What the— fuck, are you—?” You repeated, and you could practically hear his stumbling thoughts as he gestured incoherently to himself, arms flailing about.

“Hi?” He settled on, then groaned, lifting himself into your bedroom. You took another step back, tentatively eyeing the little league baseball bat you had in the corner of your bedroom, a keepsake from home.

Once more, the thoughts of those recent window-entry break-ins flashed in your head, and even though it was Spiderman, what if it wasn’t? What if it was just some weirdo freak in the costume, about to use your trust of the hero to their advantage?

Spiderman, solemnly, seemed to notice this hesitation in you. “I’m not— I’m not going to hurt you, I just…” Spiderman sighed, and then all at once and far too fast, he pulled his mask clean off.

Suddenly, a familiar head of curls were splayed out on an equally as familiar brown-eyed face.

“Landry?” You said in the same tone as before, except this time it was Ethan Landry, Quinn’s awkward, younger-by-3-minutes brother, who ended up rooming with Chad, your own friend from highschool, after Quinn moved in with you.

Your only conversation had been nods in Econ, handing him a drink at a party, asking if he’d seen Quinn, him asking if you’d seen Chad, and now… whatever this was.

“This” was Ethan Landry in the Spiderman suit — because he was Spiderman(!!!!), the biggest mind-fuck you’d had since you found out Sam’s bio-dad was a weirdo murdering loser rotting in jail with his oddly homoerotic, equally as murderous, bestfriend — politely closing your window and dusting himself off so as to not get your room dirty.

This was not the shock you were hoping for right before midterms.

Then, you saw how pale-faced and sweaty Landry was, a red-and-blue gloved hand pressed against his abdomen, slowly hunching further.

“Sorry— I,” He sucked in a deep breath, letting it out between his teeth, “I got cut, and I— your apartment was closer than Chad and I’s place, and I also couldn’t go there, because I lost my keys while I was swinging—“

“Hold on— Landry! Back up a moment!” You protested, interrupting his anxious rambling. “Let’s get you patched up first, okay? I won’t accept any of your answers until then.”

Quickly, you wrapped an arm around him, helping him limp over to your small, crowded apartment bathroom.

You situated the 6'0 giant you’d only referred to as “Landry” for the better half of the past six months onto the toilet, then rummaged through your bathroom closet, searching for the first-aid kit Quinn had used on her latest hook-up just last week after he bonked his head on her bed frame.

(That was hilarious and disgusting, having to sew stitches onto one of her hookups while she wore a police costume and him a bright prison suit. You were not going to pry, but crudely speaking, it was a shock to find out Quinn was… kinky.)

When you finally got it, you turned, having expected Landry to have pulled the top half of his suit off. Instead, he sat, head leaning against the tiled bathroom walls, cloaked hand still pressed firm against his wound.

“That thing’s got a zipper on it, doesn’t it?” You said, taking a peek at the backside of Landry’s suit.

He nodded.

“So?” You said, expectantly placing your hands on your hips. But Landry stayed still, as if something was holding him back.

“By gods, Landry, are you embarrassed?” You said, aghast. By the looks of his increasingly red face, you were right.

Extremely affronted at his ill-timed shyness, you swiftly found the zipper to his Spiderman suit and helped the boy peel off the top half.

“Jesus, Ethan, you’re practically bleeding to death. Stop being so shy, I can handle you of all people.” You whispered to him as you did so, and he let out a shaky breath.

(Not because of the wound, but rather how close you were, his real name on your whispering lips as you almost graced the side of his face, your hands undressing him. He felt like he was on fire.

Fuck, Ethan thought, then, immediately after, shook himself mentally of such thoughts.)

Then, with several beads of sweat dripping from Ethan’s forehead, a low groan coming from him, you saw just how bad his wound was.

It was a messy, leaking gash on the left of his lower stomach, blood staining his thin skin. Landry seemed entirely focussed on the pain, eyes squinted and body wincing with every labored breath.

So, you moved swiftly, opening up your bottle of rubbing alcohol and throwing the cap behind you, informing Ethan it was going to “hurt like the time Sam punched you square in the nose because she thought you were hooking up with Tara” (to be fair, that did hurt a lot — Ethan cried a little, after it, and you had to silently hand him tissues) before dousing his wound in the solution.

Ethan’s back immediately arched in pain, head thrown back, and you could hear him bite back a soft whimper. His now-bare hands grabbed at the closest thing he could — your sweater sleeve, which was apparently at the perfect height for his incredibly lanky, though shockingly well-built, arms to hold — squeezing down in pain.

“I’m sorry, truly,” you whispered, on your knees in front of him, as he was far too tall to perform this stitching up without doing so.

(You continued by knotting your needle and thread, ignoring the odd predicament you had found yourself in, on your knees in a cramped bathroom, so close you could feel Ethan’s warm breath on your neck. You swallowed, head fuzzy, then blinked rapidly, trying to get your thoughts back on track.)

If that had bothered him, you were more than worried at how he’d react to your poor stitching ability. You’d only ever fixed up a hole in your shirt, so any sewing knowledge you knew, you were going to apply to Ethan’s skin now.

“I’m gonna stitch it up now, okay?” You said, in a soft, dulcet tone, considering the pain he was going through.

Ethan nodded vehemently, probably more so interested in getting it all over with.

You made quick work of the operation, sewing his skin together, back and forth, back and forth. Your concentration drowned out any and all of your thoughts, except for a stuttered keen or bitten curse word from Ethan every now and then, that effectively shattered the mental wall you’d been building.

Finally, you unraveled the white roll of bandages sitting on the counter, and wrapped a thick dressing around his abdomen, crossing over his left shoulder to give it some stability.

(Your elbows had been propped up on either side of Ethan’s thighs, and you were so carefully focussed on wrapping his gash correctly that you hadn’t realized how close you were to his… well, him.

Ethan had, however, and gulped at how suggestive his view was, looking down and just seeing the crown of your head over his lap. So Ethan looked away, squeezing his eyes shut and desperately focussed on keeping something down.)

Finally, you finished, rubbed your sweaty palms on your thighs, and looked up at Ethan, who was leaning back, head on the wall. Your cheeks dusted pink, seeing how he stared at you through his long, brown lashes, slowly blinking, lips parted.

You coughed, looking away from the boy, and got up. “You okay to stand?”

Ethan blinked, then nodded, heaving himself up from the toilet seat. He limped across the hall to your bedroom, then sat on the chair sitting by your desk.

“You should sleep here tonight. I don’t think your sister will ever forgive me if I let you go to bed alone with a knife-wound.” You flashed him a smile. “But first: what the hell was that?”

Ethan bit his lip. “Surprise?”

You gave Ethan a look, settling on your bed across from him. “I thought you were at that halloween party, with Chad and Quinn?”

“Okay, fine. I was at that party, but I… kinda sort of stole a police’s walkie talkie, like, two years ago and I’ve been using it since to hear about any crime going on. There was a 10-31 — an active burglary,” he said, noting your confused face, “at a local bodega, so I told everyone I was going home, and left. They’d run into an alley by the time I got there, so I followed them, and things got a little… messy.”

You nodded, following the story carefully. “And when did… all of this start?” You gestured to him in the half done up Spiderman suit.

“Well,” Ethan averted your gaze, “When I was seventeen, I went with my dad to a crime scene during a stupid Bring-Your-Kid-to-work-day activity. The place was a real hole-in-the-wall illegal animal testing lab, and I was being dumb, touching things I shouldn’t have, geeking out over whatever latest smuggled in Oscorp tech they had blown up, when a spider bit me in the neck. After peeking through the case files, I found out it was a radioactive spider. The next few days after that I got sick, then got better, and one day after that I woke up and I could do crazy shit like climb my bedroom walls.”

You blinked, digesting the large threshold of information. Just as you were about to ask another question, Ethan let out a large, teary eyed yawn.

All at once he seemed so much more tired than you thought he’d been, all the pain he’d experienced showing clearly on his delicate features.

Your brows knit together. “…Okay, I think it's time you change out of those clothes, I order food, then you go to bed.”

Ethan agreed numbly, hunching over on the chair he was sitting on. Quickly, you began digging through your closet for clothes that might fit his muscular frame — a feature that surprised you as much as finding out he was Spiderman, considering you thought him to be a skinny and lanky tree.

After a moment, you pulled out two pieces. “It’s all I had that would fit you,” you said quietly, handing him a pair of pink Hello-Kitty pajama pants you bought in the wrong size, and a “I Survived My Trip To NYC” shirt Mindy gave you back in highschool. “Sorry.”

“No, I—“ Ethan fumbled awkwardly, taking the clothes from you, ears tinged red, “thanks. For everything.” He settled on, looking from his hands to your face.

You peered up at him, analyzing the boy-hero. His deep brown eyes, the freckles that danced across his cheeks, how his lips pursed, watching you look at him.

The air between the both of you had suddenly turned static, and you were so much more aware of how flush you were against one another.

Ethan’s gaze flitted from your eyes to your lips, trailing across your face almost unbearably slow.

But then you blinked, sobered, and stepped away from him. “I’m— gonna,” you caught your breath, “I’ll let you change.”

You quickly exited, leaving Ethan in the room alone.

(Ethan’s face burned, terribly red while he felt feverish just by the slight touch of your fingers on his own. How you had stared at him, your eyes coursing over his entire being—

There had been something there, but Ethan could not find it in himself to pry.)

#jack champion #ethan landry #scream 6 #scream vi #ethan landry x reader #spiderman crossover #jack champion x reader #scream imagine #spiderman!ethan landry

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uhhsoph · 3 months ago

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Class of ‘21

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-pairing: softdom!chris & sub!reader

-warnings: unprotected p in v (don’t do that guys) kissing, making out, fingering, public sex, praising, use of y/n (very brief)

-a/n- this is probably so bad but I rushed heavy I’m insanely tired goodnight lovies 🤍

Of all of the places I thought I’d be tonight, I didn’t think I’d be here. I’ve shitted on everything and anything that had to do with my high school years. Yet, here I was standing in the middle of the same nasty, mold infested, gymnasium I was 3 some years ago.

I decided to come to my reunion because I had nothing else to do. Was it the best thing I could’ve done with my time? Maybe not, but I guess it was cool to see how everyone changed and grew into themselves. Sure, I missed high school sometimes but high school was shit mostly. I mostly kept to myself and a few friends I’d kept from middle school. I was focused on my self and my future, and I’m proud of who I’ve become. Back then, I wish I could tell myself it’d be worth it, because it was.

I walked around to see if any of my old friends have decided to show up too. I kept walking until I felt a light, gentle, tap on my shoulder. I turn around and get met with the eyes of my friend, Nessa.

“Where have you been all night? I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”

“I’ve just been here, you must’ve not looked hard enough.” I speak with a smile. The air in the gym getting more stuffy and unbearable by the second, the stuffiness due to it being stuffed to the brim with most of the class of 2021.

“I swear I’ve swept the place looking for you. But at least I found you, because guess who’s here.” She smirks slightly, a mock pang of flirt laced in her voice. Guessing was absolutely never my thing.

“I don’t know, enlighten me.” I chuckle.

“Come on, not even a small guess?” She fake pouts. I take a few seconds to rake my brain of who, or maybe what, she could possibly be so excited about.

“Ness, I don’t know. Kaylee from bio?” I furrow my eyebrows as I made a guess. A small one, but still a guess.

“You’re no fun! Christopher Sturniolos here.” She says with excitement, somewhat evident in her voice. Chris was my long time crush all throughout high school, no shot he even knew who I was. We’ve interacted maybe once, we had classes together but what’s that in a building full of girls? Chris was popular, everyone liked him. I wasn’t special for feeling the same way, I knew that.

“Respectfully Ness, what am I supposed to do with that? Everyone’s probably swarming over him asking about his life after high school.” I laugh.

“Respectfully, you’re so hot now. I bet if you tried talking to him, you’d be his first priority.” She grins at me, fanning herself dramatically.

“You’re on some crazy shit.” I retort with a small chuckle before continuing. “I’m going to grab a drink. You want one?” I ask.

“I’m okay, but hey. While you’re gone, try and get a peak at Chris. See if he’s still as amazing as you thought he was.” I roll my eyes playfully as I start walking to the drinks table.

I push past the crowds of people catching up, crying, hell, going through the 5 stages of grief over reuniting with their old friends. I see the table straight through a few people, I walk behind them swiftly, seeing Chris with a group. I take a quick glance at him, which he returns, but nonetheless I keep walking to the table. He’s definitely still what he used to be, hot as shit.

I approach the table, somewhat distracted by everything that’s happening around me. Well, except one thing. Before I can react, I see this girl attempting to launch a solo cup of fruit punch at this guy. The guy obviously notices before me as he moves out of the way, the fruit punch obliviously landing on me, seeping deeper into the soft fabric faster by the second. I look down at my light colored dress, now stained red wondering how the fuck I’m going to get this out.

I glance around, thankfully not many people were paying attention to the whole scene. The girl angrily muttering apologies as she grabs the guy by his wrist, dragging him out of the gym and outside, probably to scream more curses at him. I cuss silently to myself as I make my way to the bathroom to try and clean this up. I feel someone lightly grab my shoulder. I turn around to meet the eyes of, none the other, Chris. My face softens ever so slightly as I meet his captivating eyes, forgetting the reason why I was mad for a second.

“Hey, I saw what happened are you… good?” He asks. I let out a breathy chuckle as I peer down at my dress again.

“I mean… not really. I don’t know how I’m gonna get this stain out.” I say as casually as I can. I can’t take another embarrassment tonight.

“Here, I can help you? I don’t know much I can but I’ll try.” He laughs. I chuckle and nod as I let him led me to an empty classroom, which happened to be the math class, the class I shared with him in senior year, something I doubt he’d remember. He pats the table in front of the sink for me to sit on and looks under the cabinet for some paper towels. He rummages under carelessly until he finds some. He dampens the paper towel as he gently dabs it onto my dress, applying slight pressure to soak up the red liquid on the soft fabric.

“This place looks the same, doesn’t it?” He questions, keeping his focus on trying to get the stain out.

“Hm?” I question, confused, he can’t be talking about what I think he’s talking about.

“This is one of the classes I had with you, right?” He pauses for a second and looks up at my face, giving me his full and complete attention. My face slowly breaks into a grin.

“Yeah, it is. Honestly, I’m surprised you even know who I am.” I admit honestly with a slight laugh.

“How couldn’t I?.” He chuckles as he continues back to wiping gently at my dress. I shake my head and chuckle slightly.

“What do you mean?.” I ask, a smile on my face as I furrow my eyebrows.

“I-I don’t know, let’s just forget about it.” He shook it off, basically mentally face palming himself as if he said something wrong. We sit in somewhat comfortable silence as I keep looking at Chris, he seems to be contemplating something in his head before he talks again.

“Y/n?” He questions, stilling his movements and looking up at me

“Hm?” I look at him too.

“I’ve always thought you were pretty. Even since, like, freshman year. And you still are, which is why I’m kinda terrified to say the wrong things. I always have it’s just, now we aren’t even in Highschool and I know I shouldn’t even be telling you, kinda stupid right?” He confesses, looking basically anywhere but my eyes.

I sit dumbfounded. After a few seconds, I smile. He was so genuine and I don’t think I’ve seen him, let alone anyone that, vulnerable with me for awhile. “I’ve always liked you too, I just… never thought you’d notice me”I whisper back, trying to open up about it to him.

“I noticed. I definitely noticed.” He whispers as he finally meets my eyes. I look back, not being able to look away.

He stands all the way up, towering over me sitting on the table, moving his face closer to mine. He stays there, probably waiting for me to make a move to completely connect our lips. I look into his blue eyes, before grabbing his jaw and connecting my lips with his, something I’ve wanted since freshman year. He immediately reciprocates, wrapping his arms around my body. I move my arms to rest behind his neck, deepening the kiss. He gently bites my bottom lip to gain entry, which I allow embarrassingly quick. His tongue explores every inch of my mouth, pulling away for a quick second.

“Jump.” He says, gripping my ass, keeping his face close to mine. I do as he says and allow myself to wrap my legs around his waist.

He places his hands under my thighs and then he throws his lips back onto mine. He spins me around and pins me to the counter, the kiss growing more desperate every second. He sets me down on the counter, leaning me up against the back wall. His hands roaming my body as I do the same. Touching every inch I possibly could, as if he’d vanish any second. I capture all his breaths and pants into my mouth as he does the same with mine. He starts to move his hands towards the top of my thighs, rubbing circles with his thumb on the bare skin. I grab his collar and pull him impossibly close, his tongue growing faster against mine. I reach my hand down to his belt and run my hands over it. He quickly pulls away and takes his belt off.

“You wanna do this?” He asks, looking at me breathlessly.

“Fuck Chris, yeah.” I pant. To that, he groans and hooks his hands under my thighs, pulling my body into his. His bulge pressing on me was enough for me to snap into a billion pieces. He looks down at silently curses when he realizes I’m not wearing underwear.

“Such a good fucking girl..” He leans down and collects the wetness that’s accumulated around my thighs.

“Shit Chris.” I throw my head back as his hand reaches my clit, rubbing firm circles on the small bundle of nerves. I moan out as his circles get faster.

“Shhh, angel, you don’t want the whole school to hear how good I’m making you feel do you?” He smirks lightly as he runs his thumb along my bottom lip, pulling it down to push his thumb in my mouth. I close my lips around it as my eyes roll back into my head. He moves his fingers lower and pushes them inside of my pussy. The familiar feeling in my stomach threatening to snap every second he continues.

“You’re so fucking pretty.” Chris praises as his eyes move from my face to my pussy rapidly. I whine as my back arches into him.

“I-I’m gonna cum.. fuck chris! Oh my god” I moan as my fingers lace behind his neck, tangling themselves in his hair.

“Come on baby, cum on my fingers.” Chris replies as he’s focusing on my face, licking his lips. I try my best to focus on his face as I feel my first orgasm of the night crash over me, almost to fully convince my mind he’s still here, or here in the first place.

“Perfect, fuck..” He smirks before shoving his fingers in his mouth, sucking the juices off slowly. Which was almost enough to make me cum again right there.

“I need you.” I say out in desperation.

“Yeah?” He raises his eyebrows as he starts to unbuckle his pants. I nod embarrassingly fast. He grips my ass and picks me up again, spinning me around and pinning me on the table that was once behind him. He then maneuvers his cock out of his boxers, pre cum leaking over the tip, which is bright pink and begging for attention. My mouth waters at the sight of him.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to see you like this.” He whispers, his voice gravelly as he moves his dick up and down my folds.

“No teasing.. fuck.” I throw my head back in anticipation, excitement bubbling in my stomach.

“Tell me how much you want it.” He challenges, breathlessly, almost trying to delay himself so this moment lasts longer.

“S’bad.. so so bad please.” I practically beg. He starts to slowly inch himself inside of me, groaning the deeper he gets.

“Mm, you’re so tight.” He practically whines as he throws his head back, starting to slowly thrust himself.

“Faster chris.” I moan, repeating his name over and over again. His thrusts getting faster, the moans and pants between us both is all we can comprehend.

“Fuck.. you’re so so good for me, angel.” He leans down starts kissing my jaw slowly. I place one of my hands on the back of his neck, and the other one wrapped around his back. He starts running his hands up and down my body. I arch off the table, whining as my second orgasm rapidly approaches.

“I-Im so close.. oh oh my god!” I moan out.

“Shit, me too.” He replies, his thrusts getting sloppier as I start clenching around him, cumming on his dick.

“I’m gonna cum… where do you want it?” He asks quickly.

“Anywhere”

He quickly pulls out as cum paints my stomach where my dress hitched up, as he curses under his breath. He leans down and captures my lips in his again. We sit there, our lips enveloping each others… that’s until we hear a swift knock on the door.

“Hey, what are you guys doing in there?”

#christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #chris sturniolo x reader #sturniolo fandom #mdni #chris sturniolo fluff #sturniolo x reader #⭐️

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marsbutterfly · 7 months ago

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HANJI ON DATING APPS HEADCANNONS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Headcanons: Hanji Zoe Using Dating Apps

a/n: alright so idk SHIT about dating apps, never used them, never will, but tbh this was funny as fuck. not really proud of these but oh well, sorry :(

warnings: none <3 not beta read, we die like men <3

/ So the first time Hanji ever used a dating app was after a pretty bad breakup. their relationship was kind of a long one and they felt like "a love like that" would never happen for them again, like they messed up their one chance at a happy life. but their friends convinced them to try their best to move on and download at least three different dating apps.

/ they weren't really sure what to add to their profile, so they went on google and started searching things like "best bios to add to hinge" or "what to add to your tinder profile" or even stupid shit like "funny dating bios to pick up girls."

/ their bio ended up a combination of their hobbies, all of their college degrees just to show every girl they come in contact with just how smart they are, the names of all their cats, and some other curiosities about them here and there.

/ they only added three pictures of themselves: their favorite selfie, a picture taken by Moblit during one of their hikes and a full body picture compared to a measuring tape to show how tall they are. it was taken while they were drunk but they thought it was hilarious enough that it might earn points with "the ladies."

/ the rest of the pictures on their dating profile is just their cats. like, with more descriptions about the cats than they gave a description about themselves. that's just how much they care about the cats. does it work? like a fucking charm.

/ the first few days their profile was up, they completely forgot about it. it wasn't until Moblit texted them saying a girl in his class asked for their phone number after seeing their profile and not getting a match that they remembered the thing. And oh did they have A LOT of notifications.

/ messages from girls ranging from asking about their day to the girl who begged moblit for their phone number to a couple who were a little creepy about the cats, not really caring about hanji themselves, only wanting to meet their cats.

/ while still trying to learn to use the apps, they saw a picture of you. their heart nearly stopped and, in a moment where their brain stopped working, they swiped the wrong way and your profile was lost forever. they tried for so long to find you again but with no luck.

/ finally, after long days of scrolling, they set up a date with one of the least threatening girls. not because they want to, but because levi will not shut up about it, they agreed to have a single date, nothing more. if it goes well, great. if it doesn't, they'll give up on this dating app bullshit until they feel like they are actually ready.

/ their date goes well. they go to a coffee shop and talk for a while. the girl will not let them talk, she just keeps going on and on about herself and her life and how amazing she is. so hanji has to distract themselves, looking around the shop, focusing on the smell of their coffee, but their breathing hitches the minute you walk in.

/ your bright smile lights up the entire room, the smell of fresh flowers of your perfume filling the air and replacing the smell of the coffee, the way your skirt shifts when you walk and the way you are laughing at your friend's joke. everything about you so damn captivating that they can't help but stare.

/ you can feel a pair of eyes fixated on you, so you lift your gaze from your phone. your eyes immediately find theirs and your heart nearly stops in your chest. their whiskey brown eyes stuck with yours, neither of you being able to torn your gaze away for even a split second.

/ your friend asks for your order and you have to shake your head to bring yourself back to reality. turning to face the barista, you stutter out your order before turning around as soon as you are done talking, making sure the beautiful person who once stared at you is still looking.

/ their date hasn't noticed that they aren't paying attention, they even pull out their phone to answer a call in the middle of the date and hanji takes that chance to excuse themselves, eagerly walking through the crowd to get to you.

/ their hands are trembling in excitement, phone in hand as they are eager to take down your phone number. once standing behind you, it takes them a few seconds to actually tap on your shoulder, but when you turn around, their heart nearly stops.

/ you are the most beautiful girl they have ever seen. their words nearly fail to come out as they speak. "I- Hi.. I'm Hanji." the trembling in their voice is the most endearing sound you have ever heard in your entire life, so you smile at them, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

/ the two of you talk for a while and decide to exchange phone numbers. by the time you leave the coffee shop, hanji's date still hasn't noticed they've gotten up so they just pay for her coffee and run into the street after you.

/ they ask if you are free tonight and you look at your friend, silently asking her to go away. you smile and nod, saying something along the lines of "oh, looks like i am free right now!"

/ as the two of you walk down the street, laughing at some stupid joke, hanji pulls out their phone, immediately deleting their profile on all the dating apps and deleting the apps themselves. they can't wait to rub it on moblit and levi's face the fact that the apps did not work at all.

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eggyeggyves · 8 months ago

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Classes Start ! SideTrack A !

Hellloooooo everyone! I’m back with more college au! Omg omg, okay, I had so much fun with these designs and coming up with the majors! So! Welcome to SideTrack A! SideTrack drawings and chapters will be sprinkled in amongst the main character art and chapters! This is the first SideTrack, but I have a couple others in mind (Mostly the Nordics, which I hint at :3) Welcome our newest additions!

(Character bios and info below, as usual! :D)

Who has time for gender when you’re this smart? Feliks Łukasiewicz is a bonafide genius, their pink, glittery clothes might just distract you from that fact! Feliks is beyond talkative, they love chatting about anything and everything and anyone and everyone! They basically got this friend group together, albeit very pushy-ily and stubbornly. They can be pretty demanding, pretty bossy, and maybe even pretty arrogant, but that’s mostly for show! Their brain is constantly moving, constantly thinking, and if they had to be left alone with ruminating thoughts, they’d surely get overwhelmed! Feliks is incredibly kind at their core, they’ve just built up a lot of layers of self importance for safety.

And Toris didn’t even mean to break through those layers! Toris is a straight A, top of the top student! He keeps to himself, he greets people with a polite smile and tilt of the head, he is mild and generally unnoticed. Well… he was… Feliks attached themself to Toris. They share many classes together, and one day, in a whirlwind of pink hoodie and fragrant body spray, Feliks declared they were friends! Neither of them expected to actually develop feelings for each other. Feliks had initially approached Toris because he seemed lonely (and he needed to loosen up) and Toris stuck around because, well, he was lonely. But, the closer they got, the closer Toris got to Feliks’ core, Toris felt bubbling adoration. And to Feliks’ surprise, Toris was the one who confessed first, which really really really meant a lot to Feliks!

The two are a couple, one people wouldn’t expect! Feliks is loud and flashy, Toris is introverted and seemingly always nervous. But they both swell with pride knowing they know each other’s true colors. Toris hushes Feliks’ anxious and fearful thoughts, Feliks cherishes Toris’ strength and secretly fiery nature. Together, they are an odd display of opposites attract!

Dimitri is used to just getting by in life. He doesn’t ask for much, and he doesn’t want to! He’s a sweet guy who just wants to do his best and expects nothing in return! Okay well… maybe he wants a little something in return! But not much! Dimitri has dreams of attending the World Academy, but thanks to his financial and family background, he isn’t exactly an immediate candidate. So! He works at the frozen yogurt place in the mall to raise money! He and his coworker, Natalya have grown quite close, and thanks to her help, he gets to understand what to expect from the world academy! The only thing about being so close, however… is that Natalya is quite involved with Dimitri’s interest in a frequent customer…

Mihai frequents the mall constantly! He loves anything dark and gloomy, which explains why he’s friends with Natalya! Mihai, like his best friend, has a very eccentric fashion sense, 2000s scene and emo inspired! Despite his dark looks, however, he is the brightest and warmest person! He’s always smiling, always so happy looking! He honestly didn’t even want frozen yogurt the first day he went up to the counter, he just figured he’d get something since Natalya could give him a discount! But… when he got up to the counter and saw an incredibly handsome guy with dark hair and pretty eyes ready to take his order, it was hard to contain his excitement! Ever since then, whenever he’s at the mall, he gets frozen yogurt! And he’ll never get sick of it!!

Little do both of these dorks know, Natalya is playing matchmaker behind the scenes. She purposely goes on break when she sees Mihai approaching (and Dimitri is starting to catch on), she drops hints that Dimitri is interested in Mihai when they are in class together, and she might perform a spell or two just to make sure her efforts are not wasted. She had frequently spent her life worrying about love for herself, but once she met her… everything fell into place. Natalya is devoted to both her girlfriend and her friends, hoping to bring them all happiness in her own, eccentric way. Many are scared of Natalya, rumors surround her because of her dark and off color remarks, but she is the sweetest and most thoughtful person. Just don’t end up on her bad side. She could get away with murder!

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heyybaejjk · 1 year ago

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MODERN TSIREYA HCS.

pairing. tsireya x fem!reader

summary. short lil hcs about tsireya as your girlfriend in hs <3

warnings. bits of profanity

kisses. kisses. kisses.

thing she does when she sees you is cupping your cheeks & kiss your whole face

kisses before hugs type of gal

but her hugs are better than her kisses

best hugs

despite having a shorter form, it feels like you're the one in a bear huh 😿

"babyyyyy!" you hear the sweet voice of your girlfriend calling from behind, turning around with a warm smile.

With her dimples and pearly white teeth on display, she immediately holds your face gently with her soft hands, soft and moist lips placed all over your face. She giggles lightly before jumping slightly, your hands holding the back of her thighs, she engulfs you into her arms, her face in the crook of your neck.

"I missed you," she says in her calm voice.

gets shy when you poke her dimples

always smiling when you're around

like every second of being in your presence, all you see is ^-^

real cutie

your family LOVE her.

till the point where some cousins try & rizz her up 😬

it's so cute when she tries so hard not to be mean to people that give her attention, especially when it isn't from you

all you can hear is a little "ew" or a very judging "oh 😬" when someone tries to hit on her

"y/n, who's this again? i remember meeting her last week but i forgot her name," holding up her phone to your face, a familiar username. her bright screen displaying the latter's instagram profile, the infamous follow button on 'follow back'. her bio as single.

she was one of your cousins, but not the kind where you'd immediately click with at a family gathering. The cousin you most likely talked shit about in a different room with your favourite cousin. The cousin who your parents did not like at all, and it was the same for you. All you knew her for was to go after everyone, not caring if they were locked in or not she didn't stop at family either. clearly.

"Oh yeah, Maria, my cousin who tried hugging you the first time she saw you," you rolled your eyes, your hands still on Tsireya's waist, slowly trailing down to her hips. You sat with your legs open on the edge of her bed, she stood with one hand tangled in your hair, the other focused on her little bright screen.

You watched as her cute face turned into a slight grimace, and her nose turned into an adorable scrunch. "Ew," was all you heard from her cute voice. You laughed at your girlfriend's action, lying down bringing her down with you. She squeals as she wraps her arms around your neck. "You're so cute," all you hear is silence, knowing your girlfriend's face was growing hot and flustered, only trying to hide her expression in your neck.

People in school thought you were just close best friends

I mean, realistically, a lot of friends hold hands and kiss each other on the cheek

But imagine the reaction of people when you walked into class late with a dark, purple hickey on your neck

You were both late to class, both of you woke up late after cuddling up while watching a movie together.

The movie was good, the kissing along your neck she started was great.

"Baby, the movie," you groaned deeply, feeling her plump lips sucking on the sweet spot along your neck. She straddled your lap as you both laid down comfortably on the soft, purple bed of hers."One moreee," you hear her whine.

thats all i got, sorry dawgs 🫡

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walder-138 · 6 months ago

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ESTER ‘BULLET’ WILDE BIO SHEET!!!!

General

Name: Ester Wilde

Alias/nicknames: E, Essie, Bullet, Sarge, Shadow 7-9

Birthday: December 31st 1989 at 11:57 AM

Age: 33

Nationality: American (Manhattan, New York)

Languages: English, Spanish, Persian and Italian (conversational)

Affiliations: USMC (Formerly as of 2016), CIA (2016-2018), Shadow Company (2019-present)

Family: Rhonda Barone-Wilde (Mother), Benjamin ‘Ben’ Wilde (Father, deceased), Phoebe Fischer (older sister), Zachary ‘War Pig’ Wilde (Twin brother; older than him by 3 minutes) (Doesn’t let him live it down), Stephanie Wilde (SIL, @imagoddamnonionmason) Zach Wilde Jr, Avery Wilde, and Finley Wilde (Nephews and niece), numerous unnamed cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparents, and nieces/nephews

Friends/coworkers: Philip Graves (Commander, ex but they only dated briefly), Zachary Wilde (CO, deceased as of end MW2), Klaus Newman (Potential love interest, coworker/friend) Stephanie Wilde (SIL, coworker, and best friend) (both @imagoddamnonionmason) Sheree "Reed" Norcliffe (Coworker, best friend, @justasmolbard)

Appearanrce

Height: 5’11 1/2

Eye color: Hazel-green

Hair: Curly Brown, usually straightened and put in a bun, waist-length

Skin: Olive

Body Type: Absolutely ripped- 170 pounds of pure muscle

Scars and marks: Has scars from slashes on 85% of her body from her face down from getting tortured during her time in the CIA. Gets freckles during the summer. Mole under right eye; cleft chin and dimples

Tattoos: Has one on both her wrists; thought the pain wasn’t worth it and didn’t get anymore after that

Personality

Positive Traits: Loyal, hardworking, would go to extreme lengths for her family and friends, protective, loving, hilarious, honest

Negative Traits: Vulgar, impolite, disrespectful, not exactly intelligent, stubborn, handles emotions poorly, impatient

Mannerisms: tilts her head to the side a lot, very expressive, bombastic side eye, talks with her hands, lopsided smile

Voice: Thick New York accent, uses a lot of slang, speaks very quickly and sounds like she’s always in a rush

Trivia

Was a punk as a teenager, and was even a drummer for a band her and her friends were in.

Since she grew up in Manhattan, her and Zach watched the World Trade Center be attacked from their mom’s apartment. (They were sick that day)

Her codename is a reference to a Misfits song

Bullet was a juvenile delinquent between ages 12-17; she stole, vandalized, got into fights, and even smoked pot and drank

Her delinquency is what caused her to almost flunk out of high school; she never came to class and would do poorly on exams.

The latter is the reason she ended up joining the Marines. Not because she loved her country, but cause it was her only option besides going to prison.

Despite everything she’s gone through, Ester will say boot camp was the worst part of her life.

Thank God I’ve got this out of the way lmao. I just wanted to briefly talk about her life before the military. Everything else will be revealed to y’all in a dream okay bye

#ester bullet wilde #call of duty oc #shadow company #oc #cod mwii #cod mw3 #call of duty #cod ocs #my girl

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lovable-chica · 2 months ago

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Meet Amber! (Remake)

I change her class because 3 people on Sodor Au Wiki Didn’t like E2 Amber because they thought that would Ruin Thomas, I decided to make Amber an SR USA Tank Engine and I’m changing the bio style and she is now Thomas’s Youngest Cousin, don’t ask my why they aren’t the same class so don’t provoke me!

Bio

Amber was built around Early 1943 and was one of those engines to fought in WW2 since she brave enough to fight and mange to survive without being blown up but some of her siblings got blown up which gave her a little bit of ADHD and PDA, after WW2 she was send to the British Railway along with Rosie who is her long time best friend and they both did “not” have makeup at the time so yeah, then in 1963, a few years after the war ended, Rosie and Amber’s parts were pinched and stolen to repair her classmates until she would eventually be destined to be cut up for scrap, this cause Amber to become sad and didn’t want to have her faint along with her best friend but luckily they were saved by Sir Topham Hat who managed to purchase the two, he was in need of two engines to help with the extra work on Thomas' Branch Line, so after they got purchased, Rosie was painted Pastel Pink with the number 37 on her side and a nameplate and Amber was painted light blue and numbered 14 of the railway, all they engines greeted them warmly, Amber reunites with her sister and cousin, but Thomas has a small grudge towards Rosie for replacing his siblings much to Amber’s dismay.

But in the end, Rosie got the courage to tell Thomas to let off his own grudge and let they have siblings rest in peace, Amber who was being a ass told Thomas to rightfully apologize to Rosie and so he did, so on they became good friends, as like other HC, Rosie looks up to Thomas, in My HC Amber looks up to Arthur.

One time while Amber was still new to the railway, she followed Arthur around like a stranger much to Arthur’s annoyance(not in a rude way), after Arthur had an accident while derailing near the fishing village, she was the first engine to get the breakdown train before anyone else did and came to the rescue.

During TAMTR, She along some friends helped Thomas, Mr C, Junior, Lily, Patch and Burnett retrieve Lady and escape from Diesel 10, As a reward, Junior gave her some magic gold dust, with which she could transform into an Ali-Pop as human.(Also TAMTR is canon! Even in my Au)

Personality Traits: Friendly, Kind, Enthusiastic, Cheerful, Tom-Boyish, Cute, Strong, Youthful, Pure-Hearted, Playful, Fun-Loving, Polite, Sweet, Hardworking, Caring, Loving, Strict(Occasionally), Energetic, Helpful, Curious, Adventurous, Brave, Intelligent, Daring, Shy(Occasionally), Stubborn, Sassy, Rude(Only to D199, Diesel and Diesel 10 and Arry and Bert), Respectful, Even-Tempered, Sly(Mostly), Impulsive, Cool, Sensitive and Cheeky.

Number: NW 14

Relatives: Thomas(Cousin), Suzi(Sister), Abby(Adopted Sister)

Basis: SR USA 0-6-0 Dock Tank Engine

Affiliations: Northwestern Railway, Tidmouth Sheds(Mostly),Brendam Docks, Ffarqhaur Branchline(Sometimes), Shining Time Station, Sir Topham Hatt and Lady Hatt

#thomas and friends #oc artist #snowy taking about things🎀🌈#thomas the tank engine #ttte amber🐾#Island’s Railway Au✨

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fleatomatosauce · 2 months ago

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Meet my silly little Mimesona: Jux!

Alias: Mint

Pronouns: she/they

Mime Height: 6’9 (without ears)

Puppet Class: Balloon animal

Puppet height: 9’4

Class: Annoying Doggirl

Strength: Humor, Support

Weakness: needles

Jux is the embodiment of mint green. She’s a natural optimist, and tries to cheer her friends by telling them the good in each situation they face. Much like El Ganso, she has high empathy, and because of this, tries her best to support her friends…although she doesn’t always succeed in doing so. Jux likes to call themself “silly” and is reflected by their usually playful and happy nature. They have a strong sense of justice and isn’t afraid to tease those she’s against. Despite this, they’re still victim of feeling depressed and anxious at times. Don’t worry for them, though! They can easily find ways to cope. :3

Description

True form

Jux stands at 6’9, being relatively average height for a mime. Her hair is a dark

Mint green and consists of three long balloons-2 acting as “ears” that stick out and one going down in the center, like a ponytail. She also has long loose “strands” of hair at the front of non-inflated rubber. They have two pairs of facial markings, both in a lighter shade of mint than their hair. One pair is of circle blush marks on their cheeks, and the other is of outstretched diamonds vertically across the middle of each eye. Jux wears circular shades with mint tinted lenses. Her eyes are semicircles, with the straight line being on top. Her pupils are light mint with a white circle surrounding each. Their eyebrows are circular, and are the same dark mint as their hair. She has one fang on each side of her mouth. Jux’s carapace is black, as well as all of her arms and legs. These limbs can stretch and compress much like pop tubes. There is a string wrapped around Jux’s neck tied to a bow.

Puppet Form

Jux is a giant balloon dog-esque puppet whose midsection is a black pop tube that can stretch in and out to her own will. Other than that, the rest of her body is mint green. She retains her facial markings, but they are now colored black. The endings of her balloons are also colored black. The string bow necklace that Jux wears in mime form stays.

Bios

True form

“Haiii!!! My name is Jux, you know, like the word “juxtaposition”? Yeah, that’s me! Not like the name really matters or anything. I just think it sounds silly. Like me! I like to be full of joy and whimsy, and maybe I’ll give you some of it if you want! :3

Personality

Likes

* Stuffed animals

* Animals in general

* Alternative rock

* Using her limbs to reach stuff

* Helping those in need

* Sticking her head out of car window frames

* Baked goods

* Chocolate, surprisingly

* Messing with people she doesn’t like

* Carnivals

Dislikes

* Obnoxious, offensive people

* The fatty parts in meat

* Not being taken seriously at times

* Being rejected

* Needles

Much like TyVson, when Jux first came to Earth, she was very curious about the new realm she has entered. She had a mostly positive view on these subjects that she’s just recently learned about, but there are still things she hates with a passion. It’s just more good things than bad to her.

Jux also has a high sense of creativity. They like to make digital art and write stories. They’re also interested in creating music, but they want to find a band to play in. Or maybe they could just be a music producer and compose with a computer???

Morals

Despite her energeticness, Jux is neutral good. The logic is simple to her: see someone in help that isn’t a shitty person? Is nobody out there to help them? Then, go ahead and be the one to help them! The bystander is freer still applies to Jux, which can make her not do anything if she assumes someone else will help.

Thoughts on hosting

There are a lot of conflicting parts to the process of hosting that question whether or not Jux would like to host in the future. On one hand, you get to experience life as someone you’ve never been before, especially one as a different species than you. Jux has always wanted to be in a different form than her true of puppet forms, to this aspect of hosting is one that excites her. But on the other hand, the person your hosting has to be dead. That means if you see someone you really want to host, you must kill them. Jux does NOT want to do this, so they’ll just wait for someone that’s already dead to host. But how do they find them? They can’t just break into a hospital and crawl into a corpse of a patient. The process is hard, and that’s why Jux doesn’t have a host form yet.

Relationships

Foxglove

Jux and Foxglove are sort of “sisters”, since they both resemble canids. Because of this, the two have a closer bond than if this wasn’t the case. Foxglove is usually annoyed by Jux’s behavior, and Jux feels bad for this and wishes to be quieter around her, although it’s hard. That way Jux leaves Foxglove alone when possible: after all, there are tons of other people to be with, mimes or living.

Caela

Many mimes see Jux as a toned-down version of Caela. Due to their similar personalities, they are close friends and love to cause shenanigans together.

Ching

Since Jux is best friends with Caela, they were quickly introduced to Ching. They like how “chill” he is, and they develop a crush on him. The problem is that Caela and Ching are partners. This makes Jux very jealous, but being friendly, she believes that Caela deserves Ching, and tries not to think about it as much. Just get another partner, Jux.

Chickenstab

Chickenstab is what Jux considers their second best friend. They’re both chaotic and fun-loving, and the energy is doubled when they’re together…and yes, it’s tripled when Caela is around.

TyVson

Jux and TyV bond over the fact that they find Earth fascinating. They like to talk to each other about things they’ve recently discovered, and they even go out on adventures to learn about various subjects. TyV also has gotten Jux into television. Maybe she’ll host a robot in the future? She is still very unsure of who to host.

El Ganso

Because they both have high levels of empathy, Jux and El Ganso are close to each other. They talk about the best way to support people, and they then put it into action. El Ganso can get annoyed by Jux, though, but they still enjoy her presence.

Rachel

Jux and Rachel are both peppy by nature, so it’s natural for them to be friendly towards each other. Rachel is practically Jux’s living gossip machine.

Debbie

Debbie and Jux bring the same sort of chaos to others. They find each other entertaining to be around, especially with what Jux thinks of Debbie. She’s even allowed to call Debbie, erm, “Debbie” instead of D, but Jux just sticks to the latter “because it’s cool”.

Vilmr

Jux has a crush on Vilmr, but like the situation with Ching, she’s not asking him out because he’s with Debbie. Other than than, she likes how “silly” he is and she learned how to play Minecraft by him. They meow at each other because it’s funny.

Trivia

Jux is the “mimesona” of Lyn.

Jux is based off of a fidget toy that Lyn found of a plastic balloon dog with a pop tube in its center.

#pandoraposting #pandora draws #pandoras OCs #colorquest #cq #oc #original character #jux #colorquest oc #cq oc

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lovinbarzal · 1 year ago

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RANDOM HC FOR MY AU'S

masterlist | a/n please feel free to send in requests for these au's!

NEVER GROW UP ( ME94 )

- mark & mama cookie met after mark 'accidentally' cut a huge chunck of her hair off in their freshman year of high school. he claimed he had a muscle spasm

- when mama cookie found out she was pregnant, she immediately called mark out of panic.

- mama cookie's biggest craving while pregnant was mint ice cream and lime lays

- mama cookie is in school to be an infusion nurse and mark is always willing to be her patient.

- nez's first word was "uck" aka fuck. she said it after mark had lost his 4th round of uno with Luke, Ethan, Mackie, and Dylan. mama cookie was out with friends and he tried to desperately to get her to stop saying it before she got home.

- he failed.

- people (minus friend & family) didn't know about mama cookie and nez until their sophomore year of college when he hard launched them on insta

- when the team found out about mama cookie and nez, they were shocked. how was the most aggressive player in the BIG10 also a soft girl dad?

- Inez was in fact named after Blake Lively's daughter & mark loves to talk about it.

- "yeah, she's the blake to my ryan so why not have an inez?"

KING OF MY HEART (JH86)

- jack & darling hard launched on his draft day.

- "we are proud to select jack hughes" *turns to darling & full blown makes out with her for a solid 3 seconds*

- in the back of the shot you can see trevor fake vomiting

- darling stayed with Trevor during his rookie year before moving to Newark when Jack got injured

- they have a pregnancy scare like every 3 weeks. they think it's crazy that she hasn't gotten pregnant yet

- darling is the pickyist eater mf ever.

- like she hates when her food touches so she has those kid plates that separate the food

- she is a sucker for true crime and loves to listen to true crime

- jack is terrified of her sometimes cause of how much she listens to true crime podcasts. he's scared that one day she'll murder him and get away with it cause she learned from the mistakes of these other guys

OUR SONG (WJ53)

- sugar went to University of Michigan for a semester before moving to UTA

- wyatt gave y/n the nickname, 'sugar', because of her sweet tooth

- they met when sugar accidentally hit joe's car while trying to reverse park

- joe and wyatt were in the car

- wyatt took one look at her and freaked out cause he thought it was his fault

- they were both apologizing to each other and joe just stood there and was like 🤨🥹 cause he knew they were perfect for each other

- the rest was history

- once wyatt and she started to get a little more serious, she basically moved in with the Pavelski's and shared a room with wyatt

- sugar didn't tell anyone (minus tito) about wyatt and didn't plan on it but some paparazzi saw them together took some pictures which were published with headlines, "Y/N BARZAL NEW LOVER?! A HOCKEY PLAYER?"

- mat & liana called her and both were more mad about the fact that she told tito and not them than her actually dating wyatt

ENCHANTED AU (AF11)

- peach and adam met when she wanted a hoodie from luke and she just popped up uninvited into the sophmore house while the froshies were there

- he was like, "you're just gonna let the strange girl barge in🤨"

- she ended up staying and got really close with adam

- peach is closest with jack out of all of her brothers

- peach loves to sprawl out ontop on adam and just lay there

- their first date was a failed attempt at a picnic (adam forgot the food and then it started pouring on them)

- adam walks her to all of her classes even if it means he'a late

- peach's insta is private (sometimes she'll let some fans in) but she and adam have each others first intial in their bios, 'A<3' 'y/f/i 💞'

- they got hard launched after the frozen four when phil posted a dump of the trip they had all went on after.

- included was a picture of ethan and mark drowning each other but in the back you can see the two kissing

- phil took it down after numerous threats from peach

#enchanted au #our song au #king of my heart au #never grow up au #adam fantilli x reader #wyatt johnston x reader #jack hughes x reader #mark estapa x reader #umich hockey #x reader #jack hughes #mark estapa #luke hughes #adam fantilli #wyatt johnston

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msweebyness · 11 months ago

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Miraculous Second Gen

These are the kiddies that Sparky and me came up with for the Miraculous kiddies! Enjoy! @imsparky2002 @artzychic27

(NOTE: These apply and are canon to my MLB canon and all of Sparky and I’s AU’s, meaning Class of Heroes/Villainy, Monstrous Youths, Ghoul Squad, etc.)

Polycule:

Emma:

She/Her

Age 15

Bio parents Adrien/Marinette

Genki Girl, social media influencer

SO MUCH ENERGY

Deals with OCD

Cat holder

Louie:

He/Him

Age 14

Bio Parents Luka/Kagami

Mellow fellow, wants to be a musician

Can see auras

Serious crush on Darius

Ladybug Holder

Hugo:

He/Him

Age 10

Bio parents Luka/Marinette

Bouncing off the walls

Promising young athlete

Emerging himbo™️

Future dragon holder

Alison:

She/Her

Age 6

Bio parents Kagami/Adrien

Cold and stoic like Kagami

Doesn’t speak unless necessary

Crazy smart and mature for her age

Future snake holder

Alyno:

(Twins)

Cody:

He/Him

Age 16

Chillest dude on Earth, into meditation

Wants to be a writer for comics, Marc is a kind of mentor

Also plays the keyboard

HUGE crush on June

Fox holder

Cecily (“CeCe”):

She/Her

Age 16

Super driven, like her mom

Can be a bit too blunt

Constantly bickering with her twin

Runs a feminist news site, Grrrl

Turtle holder

Julerose:

Marek:

He/They

Age 17

Bio mom is Juleka, with a donor

Super shy like Juleka, loves cute things like Rose

Can and has won a knife fight

Babysits his cousin Alison a lot

Tiger holder

Dating Vicki

Myvan:

Juniper (“June”):

She/Her

Age 16

Ox holder

Has a bit of RBF

Super intimidating mom friend

Has…a bit of a temper, but still as kind as her parents

Activist, wants to be a social worker

Returns Cody’s feelings, but unaware of it

Hector:

He/Him

Age 10

Big and bulky, just like his dad

Gentle Giant, really soft-spoken

Likes working with animals

Best friends with Hugo

Future mouse holder

NathMarc:

Elicia:

She/Her

Age 17

Bio dad is Marc, with a surrogate

Lil Sassy Lassy, always has an opinion

Has a passion for sculpting

High-functioning autistic

Rooster holder

Kimdine:

Victorique (“Vicki”):

She/Her

Age 17

Monkey holder

Basically, Kim but with more common sense

Ridiculously energetic, does a bunch of sports

Works as a model for Mari’s fashion line

Dating Marek

Nicolette (“Nikki”):

She/Her

Age 13

Much more quiet and subdued than her sister

Voice of reason in the fam

Super tech savvy

Deadpan Snarker

Future horse holder, Max is mentoring her

Sabrina/Delmar:

Darius:

He/They

Age 14

Adopted at age 7

SUPER organized like his mom

Really good at public speaking

Wants to go into politics to make a difference

Serious crush on Louie

Dog holder

Alix:

River:

They/Them

Age 13

Adopted at 1 year old

Daredevil like their mama

Snarky lil shit

SUPER smart

Rabbit holder

***BONUS MY OC COUPLES!!!!:***

Breckvie:

Destiny:

She/Her

Age 17

Proper lady like Evie

Ridiculously kind, compulsively cares for others

Also can put her foot down

Kind of has a crush on Elicia

Pig holder, Rose is mentoring her

Reagan:

She/Her

Age 12

Herbo™️

Crazy good cook, wants to be a chef

Big daddy’s girl

Little bit boy crazy

Milo:

He/Him

Age 9

Wants to be a vet like his dad

Happiest kid in the world

Randomly befriends and adopts animals

Jessthony:

Warren:

He/They

Age 15

Adopted at 3

Shy like Jesse, but quietly snarky like Anthony

Fidgets a lot

Wants to be a designer, kind of a protege to Mari

Loves hanging out with his cousins, June and Hector (Fred Haprele and Imelda Ortega got married during Jesse and Mylene’s last year of Lycee💖)

Goat holder, Nath helped mentor them

Leave your thoughts in the comments and reblogs!

#miraculous ladybug #second generation #mlb OC’s #kiddos

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writers-ex · 2 years ago

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a night with itzy: choose your prom date

classmate!reader x classmate!2shin

a/n: hannie here :] welcome to another choose your ending ff, i put a poll asking what genre everyone wanted and while i was washing my hands yesterday i thought of the idea and blam here we are, thanks for your patience with me in school and life this story along with your asks will be uploaded with time, prom season is coming and for those of us who are, never went, or don't want to go then i invite you to sit back and relax while you enjoy a night with itzy

warnings: switch!itzy, car sex, praise kink, being tied up(?), horny teenagers being teenagers, oral, exhibition kink, dom!reader, sub!yuna, dom!ryujin, dress up kink, more will be added if i forget to mention <3

it was another regular day here at itzy high school, yuna pulls up next to your parking spot and winked as she waves you over. lately she has been parking near and talking to you since you both had classes together. you began talking and walking to class before realizing you had a lot more in common than being lab partners. ryujin your oldest childhood friend began to tolerate her presence in your life as they both helped you navigate the jungle that is high school.

this week was no different until you noticed on the way to bio as usual a tap on your shoulder caused you to turn around and cup your hand against your mouth gasping. there behind you was yuna holding a bouquet of daisies on one knee as she gives you the brightest grin you’ve ever seen. peers crowd around the two of you as she clears her throat and takes a deep breath.

“i won’t beat around the bush but i want to take you to prom and i won’t take no for an answer. i’ll literally stalk you around school and back to your house until you give me a reply and-“

“YUNA??!?” whisper yelling your cheeks redden as you accept the flowers from her smug face. “I-ILL GO WITH YOU IF YOU PROMISE TO GET UP!!” standing up yuna shoos away the crowd as the flow of the hallway and students continues per usual. arm in hand she guides you to your class humming the whole way.

“remember love prom is next week so let me know the color of your outfit and we’ll coordinate.” turning her head to the side yuna takes a look to the left and a look to the right before placing a light kiss against your cheek. “i promise to be there so we can dance all night, don’t worry about a thing other than looking even more amazing than you already look.” waving goodbye her figure leaves your sight as you clutch the flowers close to your chest.

during class, you begin thinking of outfits to wear when the bell rings signaling for lunch. making your way to the cafeteria your best friend appears at your side making you feel relieved and not alone.

“hey ryujin~ you’ll never guess what happened to-“

“yuna did a promposal to you in the hallway before bio right?”

“damn word travels fast around here.”

“you’re going to say no right? i mean she’s yuna the unreliable, always leaving class randomly, getting odd grades. you should be going with someone that’s stable, someone who makes you feel comfortable and loved automatically. someone like your best friend maybe or-“

“-you?” finishing her sentence ryujin stops wide-eyed in the middle of the lunchroom frozen in place. “ryujin? hello? what’s wrong what are you-“ mumbling to herself ryujin takes a bold step forward and holds your hand in hers. with the bouquet on the other hand, you look up and see your best friend the coolest and most confident person in your life looking scared.

“this is not how i wanted to ask you, but i’ll take it.” inhaling ryujin stares into your eyes giving your hand a slight squeeze. “yuna beat me to the punch but i wanted to surprise you in my room when you come over after school today with balloons i blew up and the rose petals spelling out prom on my bed and then-“ stopping ryujin you place a finger on her lip and blush.

“ok ok ok i’ve heard enough!! i’ll have to consider the two of you and decide tonight, i promise i’ll let you know first ryu who i pick.” removing your hand from hers you nudge toward the exit. “if it’s ok with you …i’d like to eat alone today. i’ve had an exciting first half of the day.” she nods and watches you leave outside to sit by a bench alone with your thoughts. the rest of the day you ponder over this morning’s events- the most popular girl in the school and your best friend since childhood asked you to prom. who would you choose?

as you get home and go about your day you’re about to unwind for the night when your phone vibrates and both their names appear on your phone, you read both their messages and decide to reply back to one.

"so love i'm thinking we could coordinate and go shopping this weekend are you free for a date?"

"hey...i wanted to check on you and see how you're feeling, want me to come over with your faves for a binge and therapy session?"

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sochilll · 10 months ago

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Day One of Pins and Patches Week! (See the prompt list here!)

Day One: Crushes/Gaze

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Michael was not pathetic. He was actually very cool. But cool in an “I don’t actually care about being cool” kinda way. He was above lowly concepts like “popularity.”

That’s why it was so annoying that Jake Dillinger really was that hot. And that Michael couldn’t stop staring at him in English. Him and his stupid smile and his stupid dimple and his stupid-

The bell rang, startling him out of his daze. He started shoving stuff into his backpack.

“Can you just admit you like him?” Jeremy sighed, leaning on Michael’s desk.

“To whom are you referring?” Michael asked innocently.

They fell into step as they joined the hallway stream. Jeremy elbowed him.

“It’s obvious. Like, really obvious.”

“I’m thinking pizza for lunch today.”

“Michael,” Jeremy yanked him to a halt just outside the cafeteria. “It’s not a big deal. Everyone has a crush on Jake.”

“Well I do not. I’m not obsessed with these dumb social hierarchies like some people.”

Jeremy snorted. “Yeah fuckin’ right,” he mumbled, pulling the cafeteria door open.

Michael held his ground. He was not going to admit to being a glasses-wearing loser who had a crush on the varsity basketball star because that was stupid and cliche and life was not an 80s romcom.

The next day was Friday and Michael was considering leaving at lunch. His last two periods were photography and econ. He was passing econ easily and photography was a bullshit class anyway. The teacher gave them vague assignments and spent the whole period with his eyes glued to his computer. Michael would be fine.

He’d survived math and bio and psychology. Now he just had to get through English. He was currently surviving by playing hangman with Jeremy.

He was puzzling over Jeremy’s five letter word with no a’s s’s or m’s when Jeremy suddenly elbowed him sharply.

Michael looked up. The slide show projected onto the board said “Group Presentation Partners.” Michael ran his eyes down the list. He caught on “Heere” next to “Duke” and groaned internally. He kept reading.

“Holy shit,” Jeremy whispered.

“No.”

“Holy fucking shit.” Jeremy was practically cackling now.

“No. No. Absolutely fucking not,” Michael hissed.

“Why’s it such a big deal? I thought you didn’t even like him,” Jeremy teased.

Jake Dillinger stood up, scanning the room. “Who the fuck is Mell?”

Michael slid down in his seat. Jeremy, shedding his social anxiety for the sake of humiliating his best friend, raised his hand and pointed at Michael.

“Sick.” Jake sat back down, apparently assuming Michael would come to him.

“Have fuuuun,” Jeremy sang, shoving Michael out of his chair.

Michael gathered his things as slowly as he could and then dropped into the chair across from Jake. “Uh, hi.”

“Hey.” Jake nodded but didn’t look up from his phone.

Michael was about to suggest they start brainstorming when Jake glanced at the board which now had the instructions up and said, “I’ll do the summary, you can do the critique, and we split the literary devices?”

Michael blinked. “Um, yeah. Sure.”

“Cool,” Jake jotted something on a piece of notebook paper and ripped it out sloppily. He passed it to Michael and stood up. “See you.”

Michael watched Jake go over to Rich’s table.

Jeremy slid into his vacant seat. “What’s that?”

“Project notes.” Michael shoved the note into his pocket. “Shouldn’t you be with your partner?”

“She’s already assigned me my homework. She pulled her laptop out and put headphones on. I don’t think she wants company. What’s the note say?”

“I told you, it’s about the project.”

“I saw numbers.”

“It’s a list.”

“Horizontal numbers,” Jeremy insisted.

Michael huffed and pulled the paper out and read Jake’s messy scrawl.

M: Critique, lit dev. 1-3,

D: Summary, lit dev. 4-6

Underneath their assignments, he’d written his phone number.

Jeremy nodded seriously. “So he wants you to call him.”

“That’s not what it means.” Michael shoved the paper back into his pocket.

He wasn’t planning to call, obviously. The project was pretty straight forward. The sections all stood on their own, so there was really no need for them to actually work together. Except, they needed something to actually present. A slideshow or a poster or something. And they hadn’t discussed that. So, they needed to figure that out.

Michael’s finger hovered over the call button. He hesitated. What if Jake didn’t answer? What if he did?

“Hello?”

“Hi,” Michael was sort of surprised. “Um, it’s Michael.”

“Oh, yeah, what’s up?”

“Um, we need to make a slideshow. Or something. For the project?”

There was a lot of talking in the background as Jake thought about that.

“Yeah. How bout we meet somewhere for lunch tomorrow and figure it out? Bring whatever you’ve done so far, yeah?”

“Yeah. Okay. Sure.”

“Cool. See ya.” Jake hung up without waiting for a reply.

Michael showed up to the cafe Jake had texted him about. It seemed like one of those places that would charge him way too much for a single drink, but he pulled the door open anyway. He scanned the small seating area and spotted Jake immediately. There were only two other people there. Michael skipped the order counter and made his way over to the other seat.

Jake looked up. “Hey.”

“Hey.”

“I made a slide show thing.” Jake flipped his laptop around. He’d selected a basic premade template and written the topic on each slide.

Michael inwardly grimaced at his color scheme. “Are we… attached to that? Design wise?”

Jake looked at the screen, confused. “Uh, no?”

“Okay good.” Michael pulled the laptop toward him and started digging around the Google Slides settings. He found a better template and changed the colors, opting for earth tones instead of the garish orange Jake had been using.

Jake was craning his neck, trying to see the screen.

Michael finished and returned the laptop to him.

“Whoa, that looks way better.” Jake looked up at him. “How’d you do that?”

“Gay magic,” Michael said without thinking. His face went red. “Um, sorry. That was a bad joke.”

Jake just snorted, already directing his attention back to the slides. They worked for a while longer, even though, once Jake had emailed Michael the link, there was no real need for them to be in the same place. Mostly, they worked in silence. But every once in a while a question would come up and they’d chat for a few minutes, usually getting mildly off topic, before slipping into silence again.

Michael’s phone buzzed and he was surprised to see it had already been two and a half hours. He hastily started shoving his stuff into his backpack.

“Sorry, totally lost track of time,” he muttered. “I gotta get home.”

“Okay.” Jake leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms above his head. “I should probably get back too.” He looked at Michael. “Free tomorrow? We could probably finish in a couple hours.”

Michael faltered, frozen in his tracks. “I-uh- yeah? If you wanna meet up. I just thought-I mean yeah. I’m free.”

Jake gave him a weird look. “That sounded like a lie.”

“Not a lie,” Michael shook his head. “I just didn’t think you’d wanna actually meet up again if we didn’t have to?”

“Why not?” Jake shrugged. “You’re cool. Plus I hate being home.” He stood and grabbed his backpack, sliding his laptop inside. “Same time tomorrow.” He walked out.

Michael stood there, staring after him. There was probably something worth investigating about that “I hate being home comment,” but Michael couldn’t think about that right now. Because Jake Dillinger had just called him cool.

#pinsnpatchesweek #bmc #Jake Dillinger/Michael Mell #my writing #hoping I’ll be able to keep up with these 😭 I have so many ideas and I’ve started most of them but work has been killing me lately

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