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starlight-writes-stuff · 4 years ago

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hi, do you think you could do another blurb for ethan? maybe something nsfw? like, a party hookup? im thinkin about fratboy!ethan 👁👄👁

(wc: 5.5k) pls im always thinking about fratboy ethan :,) but yes i can do this 100 % ! this ask prompted something deep in me and i ended up making a playlist to go with it as well 🤧here’s the link to that if ur interested https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4yXuVtAKBHexm5ifE9NQ2B ! A L S O i’m sorry this took forever to get to ,,,, life has been a lot recently lol . reblogs are always appreciated ! <3

AYO LOOK AT THESE ! : smut (obvious but still) , sex while under the influence (with explicit consent given) , softdom! ethan , marajuana use , alcohol use , unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it , plz) , swearing , college au , an unus annus reference if u look close enough , and i believe thats it . enjoy ! xoxoxoxo , starlight .

a little party never killed nobody

it was the exact same as every other college party you’d ever been to. shitty music, shittier alcohol, shittiest people- except for him.

when ethan nestor had invited you to a frat party, you’d laughed in his face. you knew that he was a member of data data data, but he wasn’t the type that made it his whole personality. as far as you’d observed, he wasn’t the partying type, either, but there he was, texting you the house address.

“so you’ll come tonight? it’s going to be a pretty big thing- a lot of people coming. you should be able to walk right in, but if anyone gives you shit just tell them you’re with me,” he said, a slight smirk playing on his lips. you and ethan hadn’t been talking for long; technically, you hadn’t even known that he’d existed two weeks ago.

when ethan had first sauntered up to you in physical sciences, that same smirk painting his face, you’d picked up on the underlying chemistry right away. he was a flirt by nature, but he seemed to play it up even more around you- the brunette boy had asked for your number the first day you met, and you’d been talking almost constantly since. he was funny and sweet and extremely charismatic, and he made your heart flip in your chest with the smallest glance. the two of you hadn’t hung out alone yet, so this party felt like a big deal.

or, at least, that's what you’d thought.

when you showed up at the front door of the frat house loud, bass-filled music was already shaking the window panes in their frames, and you could hear what sounded like a hundred different voices all talking over each other. ethan hadn’t been kidding when he said that it was a big party; at least half of your year was here, plus the older and younger students interspersed throughout the throngs of people as well. as you made your way to the kitchen, ethan was nowhere to be found. you felt as if all eyes were on you as you started to pour a drink, and dimly, you wondered if people could tell that you didn’t belong.

however, most of your anxious thoughts had been subdued after the first solo cup of vodka lemonade, and you were now well through your second. the music pounding throughout the house felt as if it had infiltrated your veins, filling them with a warm, buzzing sensation that loosened your limbs. at some point, a guy had come up to chat with you. then another. you weren't sure how many times you’d given out your snapchat tonight, but it had been a lot, and you were about to do it again.

the guy you were currently talking to introduced himself as danny. he was some sort of business major, much like every other guy that you’d spoken with tonight, and was very clearly trying to hit on you. even through the alcohol-induced haze, you remembered who you came here for and you weren't leaving without him. you put a hand on danny’s shoulder, effectively cutting him off in the middle of his sentence.

“hey, do you know where ethan is? ethan nestor, i mean? he’s the one who invited me here.”

danny looked disappointed, but seemed to shift and slot puzzle pieces together in his head, snapping his fingers. “you're the girl he invited? that makes so much sense, actually. yeah, he’s out back- toking up, probably,” he explained, gesturing towards a door you would’ve never noticed. “out there and down the stairs. need an escort?”

you almost denied his advances but spotted an old fling loitering by the hidden door. giving danny a tight smile, you drained the rest of your drink and held up a finger. “one sec! stay here.”

butterflies flooded every inch of your being as you stumbled over to the makeshift bar, pouting a variety of liquors into your cup. you were going to see ethan outside of class. on his turf. something about it shook you to your core, but you couldn’t quite figure out why.

sure, ethan was hot- that was obvious. but he’d been flirty, too. were the two of you a thing? if you weren’t, why had he been talking to danny about 'the girl he was inviting’? clearly, ethan had been talking about you, you just weren't sure of the context. you tried to swallow all these fears as you topped off your cup with lemonade, taking a small sip. trying not to spit it out, you added more juice; you’d made the strongest mixture you could think of, and it tasted like some sort of poison. that didn’t stop you from taking another small sip, then a bigger one. you needed the buzz.

“okay! let's go.”

danny led you out the door and down the stairs with no issue, and you quickly realized how tipsy you were - the stairs seemed to bob and warp under your feet, and you grabbed onto the handrail with a death grip. he noticed this easily, laughing a bit. “are you good?”

“great. it's the heels and alcohol- they don't mix well.” you laughed at yourself, regretting the chunky, heeled boots you’d thrown on.

“you can ditch them, if you want. we’re going out onto a deck, so you won't be in grass or anything,” danny explained, pointing to a pile of shoes by the door you were about to exit. you weren't going to argue with that, thankful that you’d chosen cute socks as you wrestled the footwear off and tossed it onto the pile. your stomach flipped as danny opened the door, cool night air biting into your warm skin, waking you up a bit. the sourish-sweet scent of marijuana flooded the small stairwell, and danny chuckled. “told you he was smoking.”

nothing could’ve prepared you for the way you felt watching ethan take a long drag off of some sort of pen, letting the vapor pour from his lips in pale blue plumes. something about the easy way the smoke seemed to float from his mouth went straight to your center, and you dug your nails into your palms, trying to get yourself under control. ethan finally realized that more people had joined the small crowd on the bench, and his heavy-lidded eyes seemed to light up as they roamed all over you lazily. this only furthered the sensation between your legs, the coils starting to tighten in your lower stomach.

what the hell?

“y/n, you made it,” ethan said, a smile taking over his face. he quickly hopped down from where he’d been sitting on the guardrail and made his way over, wrapping an arm dangerously low around your waist. he hugged you tightly, making your heartbeat stutter as you squeezed him back.

you mumbled a ‘hello’ into his neck as ethan let his touch linger, your body held tightly to his. someone cleared their throat, conversation starting back up, and ethan reluctantly pulled away, dropping his eyes to yours. he kept a hand on the small of your back, sending electricity running up and down your spine. “having fun?”

you could barely talk as you forced yourself to respond. “yeah, lots. you’re a hard person to find.”

ethan grinned again, letting his head fall back as he laughed. “my bad. i thought you would text me when you got here. found someone to take care of you , though?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow. the facial expression did absolutely nothing for the situation building up under your skirt- only worsening your want for the tall boy in front of you.

“who?”

ethan smirked, dropping his lips to your ear. “that's what i like to hear. you look pretty, y/n.”

the way he said your name practically undid you, ripping your self-control apart at the already weakened seams. you let a hand wander up and down one of ethan’s sculpted arms, outlining the planes of muscle through his hoodie as you crossed your legs; sure, it was the ladylike thing to do, but you were desperately looking for some sort of friction, anything to lessen the need for him.

“thank you.”

ethan nodded, the hand that had been perched on your back sliding over your hip before finding your hand. he laced his fingers into yours, and you were shocked at how forward he was being. the two of you had flirted heavily- and okay, maybe you’d sent some suggestive pictures back and forth- but ethan seemed to be claiming you as he led you over to the round table where all his friends were sat. again, you carved half-moons into your palms with your nails as you added up all the chairs- there wasn’t enough. you began to let go of ethan’s hand, ready to boost yourself onto the railing, but he gave your fingers a gentle squeeze. you watched as ethan settled into the overstuffed outdoor chair, gesturing at his lap.

fuck.

you took a brief moment to admire the mess you’d gotten yourself into before you gingerly sat on ethan’s lap, trying to make yourself as small and weightless as humanly possible. that didn’t last long, though. ethan circled an arm over your hips, pulling you onto his lap firmly. you couldn’t breathe as you settled into him, crossing your legs tightly. your lower body was tucked away, hidden under the table, but still. you tucked a small portion of fabric between your thighs, ensuring nothing would slip.

you didn’t say much as ethan continued to conversate with his friends, passing the silvery, skinny device around the table.

soon, the talk turned from school and classes to typical, stuttering stoner laughing; everyone besides ethan and danny seemed to be a complete lightweight, gone after one hit of the cartridge. however, both the boys were on at least their fourth hit and still seemed relatively composed. they’d started to talk about some sort of economic study, and you’d quickly grown bored and confused. after sitting through 10 more minutes of the terminology you didn't understand, you began to wiggle around on ethan’s lap, loosening his grip on you.

at the same moment, you and ethan both shifted in just the right way, causing one of his legs to end up between both of yours just as your hips rolled forward. delicious friction flooded your system, and you bit down hard on your lower lip, trying to stifle a moan. you fought with everything in you not to rock your body again, sensation overwhelming your impulse control. before you could do anything, one of ethan’s large hands found your hips, squeezing just enough to leave fingerprint-shaped marks on your skin. ethan knew what he’d done- you could hear the satisfaction threaded through his voice.

“you okay? what d’you need?”

you tried to steady your voice, painfully conscious of the people around you. while most of ethan’s friends were high enough that they wouldn’t notice, you knew that danny would pick up on any changes in your demeanor. you swallowed hard before answering him.

“i'm gonna go get another drink.” another gentle squeeze practically lit your skin on fire, and ethan held the pen up to you.

“wanna try this instead?”

you weren’t going to lie- you’d been a bit jealous of the boys, not even thinking of passing the device to you. with shaky hands, you reached to accept the cartridge, but ethan had different plans. a sinful look found its way into his slitted eyes as ethan held the pen up to your lips. “go ahead.”

you could’ve passed out from the command, the look, the way that he’d started to bounce his leg. it was as if he was trying to break you- like he wanted you to give him some sort of sign that you wanted him. you did, more than anything. desire seemed to curl its way into every inch, every cell of your body, its spurs digging into your skin.

you met ethan’s eyes deliberately as you accepted the cold metal into your mouth, inhaling deeply. you took immense pleasure in the look that crossed ethans face as you pulled away with lungs full of the hazy drug. you held your breath for as long as possible before letting the vapor drift from your lips, just as ethan and done earlier. you watched his adam's apple bob as he swallowed hard, his eyes snapping off of yours and over to danny.

“i’m gonna take y/n to get a drink. watch them, will you?” he asked, gesturing to the rest of his friends. danny just nodded, mumbling a low ‘have fun’ as ethan practically lifted you off of his lap. adrenaline coursed through each and every one of your veins and ethan laced his fingers through yours, leading you inside.

ethan barely let the door shut before his hands were on your hips, pinning you to the wall of the small stairwell. his lips met yours roughly, and you couldn’t hold back the whimper that had been building in your throat for the past hour. you felt ethan smirk at the soft noise before he bit at your lower lip, dragging the soft flesh between his teeth. again, you let out a whine full of pleasure- he just felt so good. you let your arms circle ethans neck, one of your hands knotting in his dark hair. you pulled at the roots gently as ethan’s tongue rolled against yours, your body entirely succumbing to him.

he forced himself to pull off of your body, and you let out a small whine; you’d been waiting on this. ethan smirked, his laugh coming out dark and much raspier than usual. “don’t worry doll, i'm not done with you yet. just can't have you here.”

the words went right through you, only adding to the ache between your thighs. ethan took your hand with a profound gentleness, and dropped a soft kiss on your forehead. “before this even starts, are you sure?”

you nodded eagerly, getting up on your tiptoes to recapture his lips, but ethan pulled back. you furrowed your eyebrows at the tall boy, confused- until he brought a hand up to your face, holding your jaw. ethan tilted your head up, forcing you to meet his eyes. “i need words, baby. are you positive? i can-”

“so sure. i promise.” you nodded at him, your eyes never leaving his. “i want you.”

ethan swore under his breath and kissed you hard before leading you up the stairs. you started to feel the effects of the drug as ethan took you from kitchen to living room, up some stairs… you lost track of all the places you’d been, allowing the weed to cloud everything in a gauzy veil. you felt good; light and somehow heavy at the same time, and you enjoyed the way that everything seemed to slow down. finally, ethan opened a door and pulled you in behind him. you realised where you were- his room. it smelled like ethan, like citrus and musk and something you could only describe as boy.

you let out a small giggle as ethan reached for a remote, colored lights dousing the room in a sultry red glow. “setting the mood?”

quickly, you were shut up in the best possible way. ethan kissed your roughly, all teeth and tongue and hands everywhere as he backed you against one of his walls. you let yourself get lost in him, basking in the warmth of your hunger for him. one of ethan’s cold hands made its way under your shirt, the other holding your jaw in place as he bit into your bottom lip once again, making you whine.

“feel good?” ethan asked, breathlessly. you could hear the smirk in his voice, but you couldn’t help the way your back arched at the simple question. your nails dug into his shoulder as ethan slid his thumb under the band of your bra, and he let out a rough moan, managing to undo the clasp with one hand. ethan pulled away from you long enough to rid you of your shirt, discarding your bra on the floor as well while you practically ripped his hoodie off, desperate to feel his skin against your own. he clearly wanted the same, judging by the way he wrapped an arm around your back, pulling you flesh against his chest.

ethan managed to capture both of your wrists in one of his hands, pinning them above your head. you were unfamiliar with the feeling of being restrained, but the sensation seemed to send your heart thrumming even faster. he kissed you until your lips were sore and your knees were weak before finally dropping his forehead to yours. ethan took his chance, letting his eyes roam all over you and you watched his pupils grow larger until his eyes were practically black. “jesus fuck, y/n. you’re beautiful.”

your voice came out high and breathy as you responded. “ ‘could say the same about you.” you were practically panting, your body no longer responding to your mind as your back arched. ethan let out a hard breath.

“do you know what you do to me?”

your eyes fluttered shut as ethan’s lips met the sensitive skin of your neck, his tongue exploring the delicate flesh. he quickly found your weak spot and focused his attention there; he let his teeth gently sink into your skin, making you gasp before using his soft tongue to soothe the spot. he repeated this process all over your neck, sucking on your flesh when he found a sweet spot. you knew that you’d be covered in purple-blue bruises, but you’d wear them proudly- that was ethan’s motivation for marking you up.

ethan trailed soft, wet kisses all the way down your neck to your collarbones, groaning at the way you pushed your chest toward him. he hesitated, but started kissing back up your neck, your jaw, back up to your lips. he released his grip on your wrist and you quickly cupped his face in your hands, kissing him with everything in you. you wanted the boy to feel the way you wanted him, and you knew he could as his lips seemed to slow, the kisses getting deeper and deeper. you lost yourself completely in ethan, unsure of where he started and you ended. you could feel his heartbeat against your own, the two thumping rapidly, almost erratic.

the two of you stayed pressed up against each other, your back firmly against the wall for a while, until ethan finally pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. “bed?”

you nodded eagerly, wanting the boy all over you. the two of you stumbled, half kissing over to the mattress, falling together. ethan quickly situated himself on top of your body, caging you in between his arms. he began kissing down your body at a torturously slow pace, tracing the dark marks he’d already left with his soft tongue, driving you insane. ethan took his time working down to your breasts, finally taking one of your sensitive nubs into his mouth. you let out an almost guttural moan at the sensation, pleasure overwhelming your senses. ethan hummed at your reaction, only intensifying the feeling. you tangled a hand in his hair, the other digging into his back, leaving long, red scratches on his pale skin.

ethan swirled his tongue around your bud, taking extreme pride in the way you let your head fall back against the mattress, moans of his name spilling from your lips. he tucked an arm under the arch of your back, pulling your body even closer to him- he didn’t want any space dividing the two of you. ethan pulled off of your puffy nipple with a soft moan, wasting no time in kissing over your chest, pulling the other into his mouth. he covered your chest in dark, deep bruises, admiring his work under the sensual glow of the red lights. “so pretty..”

you couldn’t form full sentences to respond with, just broken moans and pleads and tugs on his hair. ethan found it endearing, the way you wanted him so badly. he couldn’t help but give you what you needed.

he kisses hastily down your body leaving small lovebites here and there on your ribs, your stomach. ethan hooked his thumbs in the waistband of your skirt and pressed a kiss to the exposed skin right above the fabric. “this okay?”

“yes, i- please,” you pleaded, lifting your hips to make it easier. ethan got rid of the piece of clothing, discarding it on his bedroom floor, quickly followed by your panties. he let out a throaty moan, his eyes working over you lazily, like he had all the time in the world. he admired your body until you wriggled underneath him, needing some sort of stimulation.

“what do you want, baby?”

“you,” you whined, desperation weaving through your voice. ethan pressed gentle, warm kisses on your hip bones, fighting a laugh.

“i know that. what specifically?”

“fuck, ethan. anything, just touch me. please.”

“okay, okay. and you're positive this is alright?”

“yes. i’m so sure. i swe-” your words died in the back of your throat as ethan pressed his thumb to your clit, rubbing small, soft circles. “holy fuck.”

“already so worked up,” ethan mumbled, pressing kisses to your inner thighs. “this because of me?”

you were taken aback by the way your high seemed to multiply the pleasure by tens of thousands- ethan was barely touching you and you could feel your high approaching quickly. you couldn’t find the words to answer him as ethan shifted between your legs, giving himself a better view of your sex. “does that feel okay?”

a stream of swears left your lips as ethan quickened his pace, hooking one of your legs over his shoulder. “so fucking good, just like that.” the knots in your stomach continued to tighten as you balled the sheets in your fist, tugging at his hair with the other hand.

ethan pressed a kiss dangerously low on your hip, looking up at you. “can i?”

your hips bucked at the tone of his voice, and you nodded vigorously. ethan kept his eyes on yours as he ran his tongue through your folds, lapping your arousal up. he couldn’t help but groan at the taste of you, the way you pulled at his hair, putting his mouth where you wanted it before letting your head fall back onto his bed. ethan started to suck at your sensitive bud, rolling his tongue over the bundle of nerves and you knew you wouldn’t last much longer.

“i- fuck- i’m close.”

he hummed, the vibrations sending you over the edge. your eyes rolled back into your head while you tugged at his hair, your orgasm completely undoing you- the high only added to the sensation, making it that much better. your hips bucked under the skillful work of his soft tongue as ethan let you ride out your high on his face.

ethan dropped a gentle kiss on your clit before peppering your entire body with them, giggling at the way you squealed. he finally attached his lips to your neck, your jaw, back to your lips. you kissed him hard, tasting yourself off of him. finally, when your exhaustion won out you pulled away, running your hands through ethan’s fluffy hair.

“how was that?”

you propped yourself up on your elbows, pecking ethan’s lips. “so, so good,” you mewled between heavy breaths. ethan bit down on his lower lip and smiled, pride filling his system.

“god, you look good moaning my name. you're beautiful, you know,” he said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. ethan looked at you with a tenderness in his eyes, placing another kiss on your lips. “think you can go again?”

ethan started trailing down your body again, not waiting for an answer. he was laser focused on pleasuring you, making you whine and whimper for him- only for him. before he could get far, though, you were grabbing at his arm and shaking your head. he flushed, peeling away from you while starting to profusely apologize, but you pressed a finger to his lips.

“want you. inside of me,” you explained between pants, still exhausted from the first round of stimulation. ethan threw his head back, swearing.

“jesus christ, y/n. need me that bad, baby?”

his choice of words drowned you in desire, and you were all his. “yes. please, ethan?”

he wanted to fuck you until all you could do was moan his name just like that, over and over again. before you could process what was happening ethan had his hands all over you, roaming your body as he practically drooled at the sight before him: your already fucked out body, the sweet look painting your face, begging for him. ethan could barely control himself, his words coming out as rough murmurs.

“protection? i mean, i have it.”

you bit at your lip, hard. you were on birth control, and you wanted him- all of him.

shaking your head, you explained. “birth control. we’ll be fine, if you’re comfortable.”

you jumped as ethan moved a finger to your entrance, dipping into your sex. he groaned at the way you clenched around the appendage, his cock jumping in his boxers. “want my cum inside you?”

“yes- fuck, ethan, please,” you begged, reduced to nothing. all you wanted; all you needed was him inside you, ruining your body until you couldn’t take anymore pleasure.

“so tight,” he mumbled, lining another finger up. you bucked your hips, the sensitivity almost too much as he stretched you out, watching the way your face contorted under his influence. ethan placed a large hand low on your abdomen, applying light pressure. “if you can’t take this, you won’t be able to take me.”

you nodded, pace almost desperate for him to continue. “feels good baby. so good.”

you took note of the pleased expression that stretched over ethan’s face as you praised the boy- you were just telling the truth, but clearly he liked to hear what a good job he was doing. ethan brought his thumb up to your clit, rubbing tight circles on the bundle of nerves and you grabbed at his wrist, nails digging into skin.

“gonna make me cum again,” you warned, but ethan only smiled at you, nodding almost condescendingly.

“wanna finish on my fingers, pretty girl?”

you wanted to say no, wait to come undone around him, but his movements felt too good. you dug your nails into his arm even harder, your other hand clawing into ethan’s soft sheets as the knots in your stomach came undone, your walls contracting around his fingers tight enough to make him moan.

ethan let his pace slow, extending your orgasm as you practically rode his hand, crying out in absolute euphoria as he increased pressure on your clit. unable to form words, you released your grasp on the boy’s arm, bringing your hand up to his face instead. you pulled ethan’s lips down to meet yours, whining at the feeling of his clothed cock grinding against your center.

ethan couldn’t take it anymore, quickly ridding himself of the soft sweatpants. you watched as his manhood sprung up, hitting his abdomen; the sight in and of itself enough to make you let out another bliss-filled noise. ethan let his eyes fall to yours as he stroked himself, shuddering at the heavenly friction. again, his voice came out low as he lined himself up with you.

“sure?”

far beyond words, you nodded and laced your fingers through his.

ethan returned your grasp with a sweet squeeze, gliding the tip of his cock through your folds- coating himself in your arousal. the two of you moaned in sync; a sweet, satisfied sort of harmony. finally, ethan pushed into you slowly, gasping at the feeling. you couldn’t help the way your eyes rolled back into your head, the feeling of him inside you almost too much.

“you okay?”

“so good,” you breathed, trying not to yelp at the feeling spreading through your lower body. ethan was well endowed- the biggest you’d ever taken- and it was an addictive sort of pain. he moved slowly, stopping a few times; allowing you to adjust around his length. when he’d bottomed out, ethan let his head fall back, groans escaping his throat.

“so fucking tiny,” he gasped, a groan cutting his statement off. “feel so good around me, gorgeous.”

you nodded at him, trying your best to meet ethan’s eyes as you praised the boy. “so fucking big- you feel so good,” you whined, your hips bucking. “want you so bad.”

a breathless laugh escaped ethan’s lungs as he maneuvered a hand behind one of your thighs, lifting your leg to hook over his shoulder. he pushed even deeper into you and black spots began to crowd the sides of your vision, the pleasure overwhelming. slowly, ethan started to pull out of you, eliciting filthy words and moans from you before he slid his length back in.

“fucking hell, y/n. so tight,” he said, voice tipping up into a whimper at the end. he quickened his pace, the noise of sleeping skin filling the room. you could barely contain yourself, no longer fighting the stream of murmurs and swears leaving your lips as ethan continued to pump in and out of you. your next orgasm was already building, the coils tightening rapidly in your lower belly.

ethan let his hand wander down to your sensitive bud, almost coming undone at the sight of your eyes fluttering shut. you traced up his forearm, scraping at his sweet skin before knotting your fingers in his hair, tugging at the roots.

“eyes open, baby. look at me.”

you could’ve cum then and there, the instructions only turning you on further. you forced your eyes open, meeting his as ethan sped up again. an almost animalistic noise left your throat as ethan thrusted into you roughly- you weren’t going to be able to hang on much longer. ethan felt the way your walls were clenching around him, fluttering and tightening as he increased his speed on your clit.

“close?” he asked, unable to say much more than that. your grip around him was euphoric- he was closer than he’d like to be. it hadn’t been more than 20 minutes, but with the way you were pulling at his head, almost crying in completely bliss, ethan wanted to fill you to the brim with his cum then fuck it into your sensitive pussy, overstimulating the sweet flesh.

you nodded, humming a small “mhm,” as you looked at him with wide eyes. ethan paused for a moment, shifting your leg up even higher onto his shoulder before plunging back into you. you felt the head of his cock hit a new, even more delicious spot and you became almost delirious. looking at him with furrowed eyebrows, you felt a tear crawl down your cheek.

“gonna cum, ethan-”

“fuck- me too. let go, baby.”

your entire body seemed to shake and shudder under the force of your orgasm- it hit you like a fucking train. you felt ethan’s thrusts get sloppier as he buried himself inside you, his head dropping to the crook of your neck. he whimpered as he shot his cum deep into your pussy, the sensation all consuming. the two of you stayed like that for a while- riding out your highs with each other, rough moans turned to honey-sweet mewls.

as your heart rate started to come down, you peppered the boy's face with soft, careless kisses: ones that he gladly returned. ethan finally found your lips, pressing tender, long kisses to the swollen skin.

“you’re a fucking god,” you murmured, stressing the word as ethan’s face flushed even hotter than it already had been.

“that,” he huffed, breathing still hard and uneven, “would be you.”

you giggled at the statement, your voice hitching as ethan slowly pulled out of you. you could feel a mixture of him and you spill out, the substance flowing over your things as ethan kissed down your body, taking in the sight between your legs.

“so pretty, baby,” he whispered, sinking a long finger into your pussy. your whole body spasmed at the feeling, completely overstimulated. ethan pulled out of you softly, watching the way his cum seemed to spill out of you endlessly. he placed small, delicate kisses to the marks he’d left covering your thighs, admiring his work. “can i keep you here for the night?” he asked, eyes turning affectionate.

you nodded at the boy as he came back up to meet your lips, then your forehead. as you settled onto his chest, drawing lazy patterns on his skin, ethan's voice seemed to return to normal.

“such a good girl.”

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greycappedjester · 3 years ago

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"If ATFO isn’t up by the end of the month, feel free to ask me for an already written scene from one-shot from that universe." is the offer still open?

Gotcha! Sorry this is late 😬

Here is young Jason's POV. It's from right after Year 4 so before Tim and right after Jason was formally adopted (still in training to be Robin)

Here's the first eight pages

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Year 4.5: The Vacation

Alright, so here’s the thing.

Jason is a city boy. He grew up in a city. It was Gotham so it was a shit city and the part that he lived in even shittier; but, it was, without question, a city. And one where he had lived the entire fourteen years of his somewhat depressing life. Jason was familiar with said city.

So, Jason is decidedly not familiar with the so-called “great” outdoors. Fuck, he’s pretty sure the closest he’s come to nature is fights with Poison Ivy.

All of which is just too fricking bad because Jason also happens to be the recently adopted brother of Dick Grayson, who has for some unimaginable reason decided camping is the best way to spend a vacation.

And Jason is coming along.

Why? Because apparently Dick’s first thought had been this was a great time for brotherly bonding. Okay, actually his first was that it was perfect for Jason’s birthday but Jason had flat out refused and Dick moved it to the week after.

So, now, the newly fourteen year old is watching as Dick somehow crams a tent, sleeping bags, and camping gear into one of the Wayne’s very fancy and very compact sports cars.

Jason looks back wistfully to the manor door.

It’s probably not too late to back out.

But, as lame as it most definitely sounds, this camping trip actually seems really important to Dick. Like important enough to give Donna his Titans duties for a few days and ask Roy to be back up for Barbara in Gotham if she needed it. Plus, more terrifying, getting Barbara to agree to that.

And, as much as he refused to say it aloud, Jason could privately admit that Dick Grayson may have a very large part in why his recently somewhat depressing life is a now a lot less depressing.

Whatever. So, Jason might not actually think it’s too terrible to spend a few days with his older brother. Even with the camping.

That still doesn’t explain the other part.

“Why can’t we bring our uniforms again,” Jason complains, crossing his arms.

Dick doesn’t stop in his work to get the trunk shut. “Because that would mean we’re working and I’ve been informed by both Raquel and Zatanna that working vacations don’t actually count as vacations.” The trunk pops back open and Dick’s head disappears inside. “Besides, we won’t need them where we’re going.”

“Yeah, cause that doesn’t sound ominous,” Jason mutters under his breath.

“What was that?”

“Nothing!”

Dick emerges and the trunk finally closes with only a slight creak of protest. “Ha, there! What did I tell you? Circus performers always know the best packing tips.”

Jason is reluctantly somewhat impressed.

“Come on, get in! We’ve gotta get to the grounds while there’s still light to set up the tent.”

Jason slumps into the passenger seat. “Are you sure this isn’t like you stealthily training me in advanced wilderness survival or something?”

“It’s a vacation, Jason,” Dick insists, starting the car and backing down the drive way. “Believe me, if it was training, I’d pick a lot trickier place than twenty minutes out of Gotham city limits.”

Crap, if it was training, Jason would at least know it sucked for a reason. Doing it for fun makes it even worse.

“You know you’re an heir to like billions of dollars, right?”

“We’re the heirs,” Dick corrects because of course, he does.

Jason rolls his eyes. “I’m just saying if you wanted nature, we could go to like the Bahamas or the Galapagos or even just buy an island if that’s what you really wanted.”

“We don’t need an island.”

“Sure, we do. We could even use it as a secret prison for supervillains when we’re done. It would be great!”

Dick’s grinning, checking briefly before pulling into Gotham traffic. “Secret island prison bases definitely fall a bit too far into the supervillian category, Jay. They'll sue us for trademark infringement.”

“Still beats camping.”

“Camping’s fun!” Dick laughs. “Trust me. Millions of people do it every year. They can’t all be wrong.”

Per usual, Jason is far less trusting of the populace’s intelligence than Dick is.

As if to spite his skepticism, the hour or so drive out to the woods doesn’t go so bad. Jason commandeers the radio so they’re listening to a good classic rock station instead of being subjected to the weird mix of folk songs and pop music that Dick likes. The dark buildings and usual smog of Gotham starts to fade out around the forty minute mark, somewhere between one of Dick’s Titans stories and Jason complaining about a plot thread in the last book he read.

The drive is nice. Peaceful, even.

You know like most horror movies start.

“We’re here!”

Jason eyes the stretch of trees for any kind of sign or even a distinguishing feature. There’s nothing.

“Dick, this is definitely not a campsite.”

“It’s a few miles off,” Dick explains, dropping a bag in Jason’s arms. “I wanted to avoid the usual campgrounds in case the tabloid reporters found us. Don’t worry, I checked with the owner. No one’s used this stretch in years.”

Jason thinks there’s probably a reason for that since there’s not one hint of a trail in sight.

“Where are we even going to set up a tent?”

“Not sure,” Dick says way too cheerfully. “Finding a spot’s part of the fun!”

Jason gives him a look.

Dick rolls his eyes. “Relax, Jay. The owner told me there’s a stream about half a mile in. We’ll set up camp there.”

Jason still gives a token grumble just because.

By the time night rolls around, they do manage to find a camping spot, set up the tent, and Dick even starts up a small fire right in the middle of the campsite.

If pushed, Jason would admit the entire thing is a bit picturesque.

He bites down on his hot dog as Dick digs through the rest of their stuff.

“Oh! I almost forgot to tell you!” Dick pulls something out of the bag. “Look, I brought stuff to make s'mores!”

“Cool, hand them over” Jason grabs for the bag of marshmallows only for Dick to pull them away.

“Not yet, they’re for our last day. Gotta ration out the food.”

Jason rolls his eyes. “You’re ridiculous. Why not bring enough for every night?”

“Cause then it’s less special,” Dick answers sagely. “Think about it like a prize for surviving camping.”

Because Jason is the generous sort, he doesn’t even make a crack about “surviving”.

“So, okay, let’s say I buy that camping is a vacation,” he says instead between bites.

“It is a vacation.”

“Yeah, fine, sure. Real question though, why are we taking a vacation?” He waves a hand. “What ever happened to ‘crime never sleeps’ and everything?”

“I’ve never said that!”

“You said it to Babs last week!”

“That was so she’d help me run the Poison Ivy samples! That doesn’t count! She didn’t even believe me!”

“Definitely counts!”

Dick rolls his eyes. “You know most kids don’t need a reason to go on vacation before school starts.”

“So, that’s what this is,” Jason accuses. “This is for you! You wanted a vacation before college!”

Dick turns his face down to poke at the fire. “I’m not going to college...not this year anyway.”

Jason frowns. “I thought you got accepted to Gotham U. Shit, I know you did. Alfred still has the letter hanging on the fridge.”

Dick shrugs. “I’m going to turn it down. There’s too much going on right now. Gotham. The Titans. I’ve gotta start sitting in at the Wayne Enterprise meetings soon, too. I don’t have time for classes.”

“Pretty sure, the classes would help with the Wayne Enterprise crap,” Jason says. “And you know Roy and Donna can help with the Titans and Babs and I can cover more in Gotham if--”

“Jay, it’s fine,” Dick cuts him off. “I need to choose what to focus on and it just can’t be college right now. It’s okay.”

Jason wants to argue more but then Dick’s continuing

“And, hey, I know camping’s not exactly your thing; but, I’m glad you decided to come anyway.” Dick gives him a blinding grin. “You deserve to do some normal summer stuff after all the Robin training. And I’m glad I get to spend some time with my favorite little brother.

Jason glares, ignoring the way his cheeks have gone warm. “Shut up, I’m your only brother. And you know I hate it when you say stuff like that.”

“No, you don’t,” Dick says, shit eating grin in place.

Jason flings the bag of hot dog buns at him.

He catches it, still grinning. The asshole.

-----

Something that’s always jarring but becomes really fucking obvious once he thinks about it is the fact that Dick gets nightmares.

Of course, he does. How could he not? Jason’s doesn’t know why he never expects it.

It’s not even loud nightmares with like screaming and flailing arms and shit. It’s just these short, sharp little gasps as his body goes entirely too stiff and face twists in pain. Sometimes, Jason thinks that’s worse than screaming.

Jason shifts in his sleeping bag, turning to face the top of the tent. He briefly contemplates waking Dick up; but, he knows from experience, it won’t help much. Better to let him get some rest until the nightmare goes away on its own.

Only problem is that Jason still can’t fall asleep. It’s kind of funny. He’s never really thought of himself as a picky sleeper before. Fuck knows he’s slept on way too many of Gotham’s mold infested roofs back when his dad was on parole. But, there’s something about the cold feeling of hard dirt that he swears he can feel even under the layers of sleeping bag and tent.

Camping sucks.

Screw it. Jason’s not just going to lay here all night. Least he can do is get up and explore around the campsite so he can have a better idea of whatever “fun” activities he’s sure Dick has planned for tomorrow.

He slips out of the tent without waking up Dick--which actually does serve as a fairly good challenge for his new Robin training--and heads into the woods, careful to keep note of how far away he goes from camp. He feels ridiculously like he should have bread crumbs or some other kind of fairy tale stuff to track his way through the forest.

He swears if he survived living in Crime Alley, Black Mask, and a freaking explosion just to get lost and die in the woods, he’s going to haunt Dick forever. Jason the Unfriendly Ghost.

He gets to the stream that he and Dick found earlier so at least he’s not that lost.

SNAP!

Jason’s head whips around in the direction of the noise.

Nothing.

He lets out a long breath. Dumb, of course, it’s nothing. It’s the forest. Forests make weird noises. It’s reason #357 why they’re terrible.

SNAP!

Okay...that definitely sounded like something big….but, maybe it’s something normal like a tree branch snapping or--

Snap!...Snap!...Snap!

That’s footsteps.

Jason moves back into the tree line, crouching down until he’s covered in the darkness of the bushes. His hands run over the ground, trying to find anything even remotely useful other than a slightly pointy stick.

Snap!...Snap!

Shit, he really is going to die here, isn’t he? In this stupid forest before he even gets to go out as Robin. Of all the dumb fucking--

Snap!...snap!...snap...snap.

The footsteps are getting further away. Echoing deeper and deeper into the forest on the other side of the stream.

snap...snap...snap…

Jason listens, in slight amazement, as the sounds slowly fade off into the distance until they finally disappear. Slowly, Jason counts in his mind to sixty, then a hundred and twenty, then two hundred.

On three hundred, he bolts--tearing through the forest in the direction of the camp until he finally catches sight of the obnoxiously bright yellow of the tent Dick bought, shining in front of him like a heavenly beacon.

He tears through the opening, breathing heavily, just a half a second before there’s an arm jammed hard against his neck.

“Jay?”

The pressure disappears and then Dick’s looking down at him with wide eyes and a slight blush. “Sorry about that. Was surprised. What’s wrong?”

Jason’s heart rate’s finally slowing down. And here in the safety of the tent, in the face of Dick’s patented concerned face, admitting to getting freaked out by noises in the woods seems beyond stupid.

“Nothing,” he mutters. “Just thought I heard something?”

“Heard something?”

“Yeah, like footsteps.”

Dick frowns. “We’re on private camp land. There shouldn’t be anyone around here. You sure?”

Jason shakes his head, face feeling hot, as he sits back down on his sleeping bag. “No. Don’t worry about it. Like I said, it was probably nothing. Maybe it’s just a mountain lion that’s gonna eat us in our sleep.”

Dick pats his shoulder. “Mountain lions don’t really live in this region, Jay.”

Jason rolls his eyes before turning over pointedly to try to get some more sleep.

“It’s bears you need to worry about.”

#atfo

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stereolovers · 4 years ago

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ok i hope this isnt weird bc it was a couple days ago BUT i saw ur tags on the post abt ocs and if u want to talk abt ocs i would absolutely love to hear about them!!!!

hi sorry this has taken so long! i keep coming back to it because i’m not entirely sure on how to describe each of them without like... saying too much!

so obviously i’m still working on editing everything, because i keep learning new information whenever i go down a wikipedia rabbithole, and because i’ve accidentally connected the dots many many times, so even though i’ve done a few drafts and stuff i’m still not 100% certain about everything (if things don’t make sense here it’s because i’m absolutely trying my best to not just dump everything about the character)

arlo is my main main character! i’m actually writing this entirely from his perspective, which is a biiiig change from what i’m used to.. but it’s weirdly fun because he’s very fun to write as he has certain ways of speaking (pats myself on the back for this one). he.. originally was a dishonored oc, which is Weird once i look back on that because he’s basically just shittier jindosh. because he can be. it’s a bit hard to explain his character without giving too much away, but since he’s my main Dude, he goes through a lot of good development throughout the story while also (un)knowingly helping everyone else out that he previously fucked up. i don’t want to say that he gets redeemed, because not everyone should be, but he definitely realizes a lot of shit. yeah he’s cool.

ace is actually an older oc of mine that i brought over because this originally wasn’t supposed to be a Big Thing, but she’s here now and i love her slightly more evil personality... as they’re all Bad in some way. i just like antagonists way more so.. everyone’s shitty. she’s like my main character, a little less than arlo, but she’s still very important and shows up the most. she really just Appears. that’s her thing. and also in this universe there is a (somewhat) logical and scientific (not really) explanation for her blue eye

crystal is... something else. her name is inspired from a lady my mom went to school with (she gave me both crystal’s name and will’s). i’m still working on her character, but i enjoy her as she’s kinda the breath of fresh air in this group of determined evil backstory ocs (she’s an antagonist too, as they all are. she’s carefree evil... chaotically loving. yknow? i love her despite the fact that she needs more development.

malachite is one of the most important characters in this, as she’s basically the most level-headed of the group, and really is the brain of the entire story.... she does A Lot. like a lot. everyone (excluding celia and, technically, montgomery) has like a niche of science that they excel in, along with other things. everyone kinda invents something important during this, that helps another character in the future with their plot progression, if that makes sense. and malachite is very very important! she literally creates wireless communication, gps tracking, and with the help of crystal she crafts ‘phones.’ they’re not called phones of course, but she does, and she’s great! she also creates boats! she’s a ship captain and absolutely loves it. crystal & her & ace (they’re kinda all a Group) hang out on her ship frequently, and they’ll just enjoy each other’s company. crystal & her are girlfriends and they’re just wonderful.

will is great, and even though it’s really arlo’s story, he actually goes through the most change throughout. and it’s good change! even if he’s not described to be there, or talking in a scene, chances are he’s actually in the background...he’s like a walking dictionary definition for irony- he absolutely Hates being known and seen and being in crowds, etc, you get it. but get this. his name is will durness. wilderness. this is another name my mom gave me out of the blue (his development throughout the story isn’t like, oh, this guy now can do public speaking and is comfortable in crowds, because imo that’s not realistic. instead its more like how can he accept that other people enjoy his company, and want to be around him? he allows himself to have friends and to feel safe around them. and i love him)

those ^ five knew each other at aronose (which, without making this even longer, is basically a Huge and Important and Prestigious science trade school type thing. it’s cool and basically what every dark academia fan wants), and after a mysterious four years in which Things happen they all reconvene in interesting ways, and discover how they’ve all kinda been intertwined in this Thing. and then they help each other. it’s cool! i promise.

montgomery is the worst of everyone, which is saying a lot when they’re all antagonists. he’s the main reason everything that happens.... happens, and [spoilers for a big part of my story just in case you don’t want to read it.. don’t know why i’m talking like i’m actually gonna upload it when it’s done but you never know] even after he’s gone, his presence is still like... there. his thing is just... manipulation, but in different ways. he just Knows how to talk to people. and all the rest of the characters have to deal with his lingering Ideals and Things. which is cool. everyone’s gotta work through that! yay for character development. and he’s the duke, so he can do basically whatever he wants (and he WILL remind you many times of that fact.) he’s kinda got his eyes on everything and everyone. i don’t really like to describe my ocs by comparing them to other existing characters, but he’s like if you somehow combined peter lukas and (sorry for this) h*ndsome jack. yeah he’s definitely a very fun character but man is he hard to write which is kinda funny cause like. he’s my oc lol. he only married celia for the status and she definitely knows that (but i promise there was once a time where they actually loved each other)

celia is possibly my most underdeveloped character out of everyone, but she’s still important to the story! she’s the duchess, and yet we don’t really see much of her in person until probably.... halfway through the story. she hates everyone, but mostly montgomery (lol) and arlo, for numerous reasons. they hate her too so it works out ig. i don’t have much to say about her oops

i just realized how dump-y this is... but i have an unfortunate time trying to describe everyone. somehow. yeah hope this somewhat made sense! i think.. honestly their pinterest boards / tags on my oc blog / spotify playlists do a lot for them

#miragearenas #you have opened the pandora's box of Facts

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trying-write-fanfics · 5 years ago

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Shouji Mezo X Reader Remember part 9

This part is a little OOC, but whatever.

Yaoyorozu and Todoroki cornered Shouji to get more information on Y/n. He re-told the asthma attacks, how she didn’t want any help, but ended up fainting. Her dorm is by the teachers and she has her own room with a laptop that has websites blocked. With her second chance at life, she might go into biology like her mother.

“I’m pretty sure your theory is right, Todoroki. I think she was experimented on.” Shouji said.

It wasn’t outright said, but with what Aizawa said, this was probably her safest place. She hasn’t tried to escape or anything. Was she escaping from anymore experiments, or was she just isolated. Isolated so she wouldn’t have anyone to talk to. No one to hear “I am here and I am hurt.” Or “save me!”

“How are you feeling?” Aizawa asked.

“Physically a little like shit and emotionally shittier! How could you tell them what I did? Now they’re gonna hate me for committing petty crimes!” Y/n whined. “They’re all wide eye heroes, now they’re gonna be so heart broken their favorite teacher was secretly a thief.”

“They figured out that you were your mother’s child and thought you were taking notes in their quirks. I came clean, and I’m actually a little proud of them for figuring something out so fast.” Aizawa said.

“Yeah but now I’m gonna get bullied!” Y/n yelled.

“They’re not gonna bully you. I heard that Shouji carried you to recovery girl, and he knew your secret.” He tried to make her feel a bit better so she could set up the class review packets.

“I mean, I guess, but that’s just what you’ve taught them.” She complained. “But I was wondering something.”

“What is it?”

“Could I call my parents or siblings or maybe see some of my middle school friends? Or at least go grocery shopping. I’m yearning for some familiarity.” She told him.

“Look at you opening up. I’d have to think about it honestly. This is supposed to be a punishment you know.” Aizawa told her.

He told her he may allow her to arrange something, but everything was going to be monitored, and that if she were to leave she’d need an escort. It turned her off on the idea a bit, not that she was planning something, she just thought it would be lame to have to hangout with her friends and Aizawa. A major reason why he was considering it was because he wanted to be the opposite of the family dynamic she had back at home. The isolation would only make Y/n worse on her development. Sure she could make new friends and adapt to this environment, but he knew how kids were. She didn’t hate it here, but she didn’t like it either. This was a new planet, but with surveillance he can allow bits and pieces to come in and out

The next day Y/n was the first person in the classroom putting packets together. It was boring and she was scared to face her peers, but it had to be done or she’d never move on. She was grateful for Shouji telling her that everyone knew, instead of being surprised by it.

“So you really are a criminal.” Butt-u-go said to her. “If you ever commit a crime again while I’m a hero I will take you down.”

“I’m gonna jay walk right in front of you just to kick your ass, other than that I have no plans to commit any more crimes.” She told him.

“How can you be so sure?” He growled.

“My old group hasn’t tried to find me at all. It’s like they forgot about me.” Y/n whined.

“Ha, loser. They all probably forgot about you.”

“Oh shut up diarrhea hands!” Y/n yelled at him.

“Y/n, were you only pretending not to recognize me?” Momo asked. “Was that part of the plan?”

“I remembered your name, but honestly I’m not so good with faces. Didn’t we last see each other like ten years ago?”

“Yeah, we were seated at the same table.”

“That sounds familiar.”

Not the familiarity she was looking for, whatever Momo seemed happy to see Y/n for whatever reason. Maybe it was familiarity for her. More students had questions for her regarding her true identity, and they promised they wouldn’t treat her any differently because everyone makes mistakes. Aizawa soon came in and class started. Today they were gonna train outside. Aizawa told Y/n he wanted her to teach them hand to hand combat. The rules were simple, practice hand to hand combat. Mineta was absent so with Y/n it was an even number.

“Y/n will give you guys some pointers, do you want to pick a volunteer?” Aizawa said.

Aizawa did have Y/n review her combat skills with him and figured there was a benefit for her to actually teach some of them. She probably learned the latest fighting styles of criminals and any tricks that were coming out to use against heroes. A 15 year old may not be the fastest and best way to combat new villains, but its a start.

“You know I always pick on Butt-U-go, does anyone else wanna try?” She said.

“Sounds like you’re scared!” Bakugo yelled.

“Iida lets fight.”

“I accept your challenge!”

“Okay so when fighting one on one you need to address your weaknesses, I don’t know yours, but I bet one is your head.” She told Iida as the others began training. Y/n took Iida’s wrists. “Make sure that your arms aren’t locked until you have you to defend yourself…”

She continued tactics that she learned when she was in training. Sure she still needed some, but her perspective brought a fresh light on their training, and they needed it.

“Now try and hit me.”

Shouji heard that sentence and let his hand watch. Iida pulled his fist back and then tried to release a blow. Y/n grabbed his wrist and pulled it around his torso and got behind him. She put her other hand by his neck to make it seem like a hostage situation. She then went to correct his form and they went again. Shouji was sure that he was going to be picked to be her partner, and yet… Why did he care?

“Iida you have more limbs that just your legs you gotta punch better.” Y/n told him.

“I have nerve damage-“

“Wait seriously?”

“Yeah, I was-“

“When you’re up against someone who wants to kill you and your legs are all stalled out, they don’t know you have nerve damage, at least pretend you don’t to still scare them, that’s like your greatest strength is the unknown you have about yourself. That’s how I almost kicked Aizawa’s ass.”

What? How in the hell did this 15 year old, loud mouth, go hand to hand with Eraserhead. Okay they knew, but still, sure Aizawa told them but it was weird hearing it from her. It’s a hero’s job to capture criminals, not kill. He didn’t know what L/n’s intentions were. Still when the USJ attack happened he was well equipped when versing a majority of criminals. Was it because she didn’t rely on her quirk that shocked him.

“You have a lot of depth for this topic.”

“Well now you know, I’m a minor to reform.” She said. “By the way I’m sorry about your brother.”

“I know you have nothing to do with Stain.” He told her. “I just have a hard time understanding why you did commit crime.”

“If you think my mind set was, hey I’m gonna start trouble today, you’re wrong. It was at first helping someone.” She told Iida as she resumed the training by throwing a punch at him. He blocked it, but her second fist was the real blow as it stopped before she hit him in the nose. “I thought I could do anything for my friend.”

Iida had already heard she sacrificed herself which was why she was here.

“Even if you knew what your friend was doing wrong?” Iida asked jumping back to give them some distance to recalculate.

“I’m still learning my moral compass, but like hell I’ll let the stiff law be it.” She pretended to punch him.

He thought he knew the move she was doing. Another side punch to the face, but instead she hopped and lifted her leg to the other side of his face. She was good at diversions. While he turned his head to focus on her fist, he would have been kicked in the back of the head. But she didn’t hit him, she brought her leg back when she landed.

“You know in one of these situations, you could just push me down. You might get grazed, but you don’t have to be so defensive.” She told him.

“I have to say, you’re quite good at multitasking. You can carry a conversation and spar at the same time.” Iida told her.

“...thank you.” It took her a minute not to think of a response that either made wouldn’t make her gloat or wasn’t sassy. “I’m sure you’ll get out of your straight and narrow mind to get like that.”

She can try.

“That can’t be too much of a bad thing!”

“I’m teasing, hero bloodline.”

She gave advice to a few more students. She was able to surprise them with her tactics. Though she didn’t see them fight as much, she learned a lot by watching them all in class. The class learned they didn't watch her that well, or that she did have something to offer. Her bored face and weird phrases didn’t give them anything about her fighting style. Sure Iida had engine legs, but his reactions weren’t fast enough for someone he still underestimated. Someone who couldn’t fight with their quirk, who got caught, who never had proper training was still able to fight them well enough to surprise them. If able to use their quirk, no doubt they could fight her and win, but that’s not the purpose of the training. Someone like the head of the league of villains could touch them and their bodies would shrivel up to dust. Being too rash could result in death.

“So you got a rival, Iida?” Y/n asked.

“There is someone I thought I looked down on, but he’s grown past me now-“

“It’s beefcake isn’t it.” Y/n said.

“Hey you didn’t let me finish.”

“I can’t wait forever for you to get to the point!” Y/n whined. “God all you guys hate on beefcake.”

“I don’t hate him! I just hate how poorly I misjudged someone.” Iida said. “He’s my friend, an ally.”

“I mean, okay.” She didn’t totally understand his reasoning, but she wasn’t gonna think long on it.

“You’ve kinda locked on him yourself.” Iida told her.

“I worry for him. He’s a sweet kid.”

“He’s our age.”

“Okay but we all pretended I was older so…”

“Hey! Pencil pusher, why didn’t you pick on me for training? You scared?” Bakugou yelled.

“I don’t want you to fart on me, god!” Y/n yelled back.

The class went back to the room for a head count and waited to be released from school to the dorms. Y/n sat next to Aizawa. The phone rang.

“Class 1-A, teaching aid speaking.” Y/n said.

“(Last name) your father has called. If you want to take it, come to the front office. The phone call will be recorded and listened to.” The sectary told her.

“Oh my god really- Aizawa you wouldn’t believe it! I have a phone call at the front office, I’m practically the president of coolest person here.” Y/n said.

“You may go.”

“I don’t know where it is.” Y/n told him.

“Kirishima, you wanna help (last name) to the front office?” Aizawa asked.

“Sure!”

“I’ll be there soon, tell my father!” Y/n told the phone.

#shouji mezou #shoji mezo #xreader #bnha #bnha fanfiction #series #bnha x reader #bnha shoji #mezo x reader #mezo shouji

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ofjeremy-blog · 6 years ago

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╰☆╮ FRANCISCO LACHOWSKI ─ JEREMY CHAVEZ identifies as CIS MALE and uses HE/HIM pronouns. they’re a MODEL/ACTOR, and they’re only TWENTY FOUR ! they’re said to be +CHARMING, but also -REMORSELESS. i guess that’s why they’re known as THE PARADOX in the tabloids.

i’d like to start off by saying thank u for opening this shit post! my name is ellie and it’s too cheesy to say you’re watching disney channel so! can’t say that! anyways i’ve been dying to use chico for 10 years and just never did and saw this rp in the tags and was like? o? and now im here! ive been dying to use chico for 10 years but do i know how im playing him or wtvr? nope! but i’m still here please still tolerate me thank u xx

background info

born n raised in manhattan!

comes from old portuguese money. his family has always been rich and i’ve just now decided that it’s because they migrated from brazil and started some company like? or maybe they were investors who invested in hella shit and that’s how they kept their money. the chavez family are old money investors and i’m adding in socialite to that. the mom could have a skincare business that’s successful too we’ll go w that.

doesnt know what it’s like to struggle he was given everything he ever wanted and kinda knew what humble meant but it was only because of kendrick lamar telling him to be sit down n be humble

he grew up going to some rich elite private school and were his grades ugly? i mean lowkey but did he give a shit? no bc again he doesnt know the meaning of struggling and he knew his parents could just pay off whatever the fuck he did so i mean? to him? school was a time for socialization and he wasnt really into studying he kinda just went bc all his friends did u feel

he didnt try much in school but he was also a good guy during this point. he was friendly n didnt know the meaning of being humble and also used his money to his advantage but he was still a good guy at this point u kno like. think of joey from friends i have that inspo for him u know? like goofy, into flirting w the ladies, etc. kinda ditzy but he’s hot and 6′3″so i mean?

anyways he fucked around in high school but then junior year maybe he got a steady girlfriend that actually lasted after the short lived relationships he had to lasted at most 2 weeks. he fell in LOVE love w this girl and they were together n couldve been that cute couple u kno

jere was WHIPPED whipped, but then something happened and they broke up n that shit hurted

like most boys who get their heart shattered, jere never learned how to recover and instead started playing w girls n shit. he decided to bleed onto others instead of patching up his own wound and now hes a hurt dumbass who hurts others thinkin it’ll help him (it doesnt! surprise! wish men knew that!) and like. literally trembles when commitment is mentioned or even asked of him like?

commitment? ded dont kno them

anyways since he wasnt booksmart and didnt give a shit about high school, he didnt go to college (his dad hated that shit and the mom didnt really give a shit. she was a socialite n cared for appearances and he was an investor who wanted a smart son but jere said fuck his dad wanting brains 4 him n listened to his mom when she said appearance is key

he started modeling and is now slowly getting into acting. he hasnt done much big acting roles but im gonna say hes been guest starring on hella shit n getting recurring/minor roles for now

thats it for background info!

personality info

so! like in the background when i mentioned his heart hurted after being dumped end of senior year he started playing woman and was no longer the whipped sappy hopeless romantic that he used to be!

he’s still a nice guy, but his intentions w girls r just for the fuck n no commitment. he’s like the three sisters in hercules. he sees string n goes snip snip

idk why im calling him the paradox but ! for him he like appears to be a good guy and he is to an extent (hes kinda like joey but like a more successful actor kinda with a shittier personality) but like hes the big bad wolf when hes not trying to act like an innocent grandma

he’ll b upfront w girls n tell them that hes not looking for anything serious but then he’ll play them up and be really good to them and literally just string them along and then go in for the kill when he knows theyre hooked n then he’ll place the blame on the girl/boy/wtvr by saying “i told u in the beginning i dont want anything more. this is on u” like that type of bullshit u feel

basically like in the quote he acts all innocent but in reality hes a shit head who looks like a good guy but hes really not n its all bc he got hurt ONCE (literally once) and then decided he didnt need 2 b careful or consider w others hearts.

men r disgusting sometimes

and thats basically jere!

his personality is heavily like joey but when it comes to girls he plays them like the quote says! he looks like a golden boy but really hes like that ugly brown after uve mixed all the colors

and thats it!

connection ideas

the highschool sweetheart that broke his heart. she doesnt have to be the same age as him, but would have lived in manhattan during their high school years and it wouldve happened during his junior and ended during the end or even like mid end of his senior year!

since he’s joey it’d b cool to have a chandler! give me that shit fuckin’ love brotps bro

maybe a brother/sister like relationship? some sibling type of relationship? im gonna say he had an older sister and an older brother but hes not that close w them bc the age gap being 4+ years (not small but hes dumb)

for him it’d b cool to have unrequited crushes! fwb! one night stands gone wrong or ended beautifully! anything like that the more the merrier for him he loves things that gives n can receive pleasure xx

brotps!!!! love brotps so much give me any brotps im literally the biggest slut for brotps always

enemies would b legit?? maybe they just dont like him bc hes a dumb ass who doesnt kno how to be humble or bc hes just a dumb rich boy?? maybe he fucked w their significant other n cheated or something?? maybe he played w their hearts n pulled the “i told u i dont do commitment” bullshit n strung them along n now they hate him? enemies r legit we love that shit too

and thats its!

basically any plots im down for jere is kinda just out there hes just living his life we love connections n if u dont wanna plot then! thats ok too we can just go w the flow n decide on the spot when a reply happens or something u know! if u do wanna plot tho then u can message me on the side or like this post or reply to this post n ill come to u and u know anything ya! thank u 4 reading this shit post if u got this far u really r the real deal love u thank u

#excessintro #hello! it me

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moondonky · 6 years ago

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Lol I'll piss u off, straight from japan, hows the weather over there, looks shitty, u shouldnt fuk with the weather, a little can go a very long way, and they blasted that shit, ur in for a ride.. but I digress, fukin millenials just cant talk politics, diplomacy, dare I say it economy, all those fancy ass words, when u think about it, older generations were kinda shitty, shittier the farther u look back, at least the ones at the top.. thinking legacy is what u do, forgetting the shit u did, sum of these dinosaurs are fucking terrible, but not millennials and they hate us for it. U ever think about that, millenials in all the stupid shit we do, theres not much that we did, we dont kill people, we arnt assholes in the rat race, we dont value crime, we ain't greedy or racist, we dont sell sex and violence like all these old ass pop stars, were kinda snowflakes I guess, what's wrong with that, millenials are pretty chill if u think about it,, and we ain't really even grown up yet,, we ain't got kill lists like the Clintons, spirite cooking what the fuk was that, we ain't fuckin lil boys like all the popes, we didnt start a drone war over yemen like obama, we ain't con artists selling bs steaks like trump, we didnt make are start selling confiscated jewish homes like old soros, or start fucking oil wars like the bushes, we dont join private militaries or secret fucking societies, and were highly educated, yet we get soo much shit, because we dont eat at sizzler and dont waste our money at malls and play video games n shit, like wtf is up with that, I'm baffled by it so much I'm writing about it. Monopoly literally put out a version of its game mocking millenials, yet the whole point of that game is to teach u to be a greedy af asshole, and everyone knows this.. we dont even give a fuk about religion, most of us try are hardest to be everything but what was present, fucking buulllll shit...

No rest for the wicked

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I’m pretty sure I was like 2 or 3 (maybe younger but not older bc we still lived with my grandma) my dad watched “Banned From TV” with me and also “Faces of Death” which all I remembered was the monkey “death” until I rewatched it in my teens but people think I’m weird for being fascinated with gore/lost and forbidden media and it’s like my brother in Christ I was watching my first mixtapes when y’all were watching Barney my ability to feel healthy levels of shock went out the window before they had a chance to develop. I really do hate the trending back toward long mixtapes because there’s usually something on the mixtape like animal or child content which I find too upsetting or gross filler like scat porn. also there is animal violence material (the crushing of chicks) that I thought was a bad dream when I was little but I’m starting to suspect was something on my fathers mixtapes because apparently he used to collect tapes of shock footage that he would buy on construction sites in NYC and has the VHSs in his gun locker so I guess my gore fascination is another thing I inherited from him but yeah apparently in the early 90s in the shittier part of NYC you used to be able to buy an unmarked VHS with only the knowledge that what it contained was really bad. Also I never got in trouble for watching gore, it was something I did in the open on my family computer growing up (as opposed to reading Hannah Montana erotica and forgetting to clear the search history which got my internet privileges revoked for a few days in middle school) my parents were just like “oh, our goth teenager likes gore, what a quirky little girl” like it was treated as completely not alarming to the point where I just assumed everybody watched gore in private like they watched porn and was shocked to find out that wasn’t the case. Also it’s weird that my family just let me watch it on the communal computer in the middle of the living room where my sisters and shit could also see and they’ve thrown it in my face since that I exposed them to gore growing up and it’s just like y’all I didn’t even realize it was a taboo thing until I hosted a viewing of 3 guys 1 hammer and half my friends avoided me for a week but I’ve grown up with gore and consider it a fairly harmless indulgence especially compared to porn. It was also an important part of me re-mastering the parts of my brain that Happy tree friends shook up (which were the only segments in FUBAR that I remember having to look away from). Idk what the point of this post is other than to say I never really had a chance to develop a healthy sense of shock and early exposure to extreme/adult media has completely fucked up my ability to respond normally to the concept of violence and I really worry for this generation who is growing up with iPads from the time they are old enough to hit a button they are going to get exposed to so much and as much as i front like queen edgelord early exposure to that kind of material seriously damaged me and as far as I’m concerned the glass can’t be Uncracked the damage is done but if u have a child please dear god monitor/limit their internet activity because I grew up in the age of the physical Chinatown mixtape and still saw what I saw kids growing up online are going to see so much so soon if you don’t take active steps to shelter them please protect the next generation from what happened to ours they deserve better

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merotm-a · 3 years ago

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okay so i have a little bullet point list for my genpact oc that is still v much in progress as i still know v little about the story / lore from gameplay experience and had to do a bit of reading

l*yue oc gang right here yay

her name is caiying written with 彩朠 ( cǎi “ coloured ( various, bright ) ” / “ coloured silk ” + yīng “ colour of the moon / moonlight “

family is a goddamn mess bc of course it is ( it’s me after all )

her father is actually from a family that’s considered middle class for l*yue. her biological mother was from the upper class. she was his second wife as his first wife had passed away ; her father impressed her maternal grandfather enough with his talents ( + bc her mother had a bit of an infatuation with him since young ) that they arranged a marriage between them. and that’s how we get caiying.

she has two younger half siblings from her father’s second marriage. if she had the freedom to snap, she would have snapped on her younger sister a long time ago, but. she can’t bc that’s her father’s most doted kid on account of her mom being adored by her father ( yes, this man he’s remarried ). and for more backstory related reason.

her mom is no longer there. she died when caiying was younger so her paternal grandmother raised her since then. they are very close. the only person that really gives a damn about her in this household ( aside from her older half siblings but her older bro is v busy with his career and her older sister is married with kids now ) and can watch out for her.

dislikes her dad and thinks he’s a fool but she can’t say that : )

idk if i wanna give her a vision. i feel like she should have it bc her backstory is perfect for getting one but. i digress. honestly i’d make her either a cryo or anemo catalyst user.

she is sick. she fell ill when she was younger and due to lack of care to treat it( both bc her dad didn’t give a shit and bc her mother and her didn’t have the money at that point ), it’s basically just being suppressed at this point. she will die young. she knows this. which is why she values mortality and abhors unnecessary cruelty.

she has a difficult time performing anything intense without the use of medicine. she’s been placed on a regiment to help manage the illness

caiying loses her breath easily and can’t be that active, pushing herself too far without taking medicine can cause her to start developing physical pain in her body especially in her chest / lungs. she has a weak constitution; she’s not physically strong and can’t take a lot of physical damage.

using her catalyst / vision ( ? maybe ? ) can cause fatigue and pain as well but it’s more manageable

backstory / character arc is political intrigue centered, i don’t really design her with the intention of her playing a vital role in the plot.

backstory / character arc summary ( v brief and messy bc it’s wip. if u guys have any tips or constructive criticism that would be great )

her mother’s family used to be well known for their embroidery & dying and associated methods. their family had been in the business for generations and they are excellent at acquiring methods and developing them, passing it on through generations and not letting them fall into the hands of others.

her parents’ marriage was lukewarm, at best. her mother was very in love with her father but he regarded her a little more cooly. most of his motivation for marriage was for financial purposes as the finances and connections meant it would be easier for him to rise up in society and get a good position in the government. so it was a. cold marriage y’know.

you know how things are shitty and then they get shittier ?? yeah. that’s what happened.

( you can tell this is the point where i was too tired to write anything more coherent )

so before caiying was born, her mother’s family got caught up in activities regarding their business that broke several rules in l*yue and it fucked like. everything up. so the family lost money and the ability to do business properly as a result.

caiying’s mom, who used to be really into the family business before she got married, is like “ ... something is not right ” and wants to investigate the situation further but her father, on account of his reputation and wanting to prevent any more troubles, didn’t want to. because they had this intense disagreement, they seek a mutual divorce, so her mother can investigate things

and then caiying was born after the divorce !!! yay !!! but her dad didn’t want to have her around with him and kept her with her mom !!! bad dad !!!!

caiying grew up in the poorer part of l*yue with her mother. since her mother’s family lost all of their money and have a damaged reputation in the business, it was. v difficult to get money and take care of themselves and other members of the family they lived with by selling any of their weaving / embroidery. and on top of that, doing any private investigation seemed to require some amount of money to advance

i’m not gonna write too much from here on out so stuff is gonna be like v quick backstory plot points

her father gets remarried a couple years after the divorce and has two kids from this marriage as stated before

caiying and her mother develop an illness that is difficult to both treat and receive treatment for because the medicine and doctors require money. something they don’t have a lot of.

caiying’s mother, when she gets to be around 10, makes an arrangement with caiying’s grandmother to take her daughter under her care inside her father’s household once her grandmother returns from a years long trip outside l*yue bc she’s picked up on a trail after looking into it for years and most of details / hints getting washed away / destroyed and is worried for her daughter

caiying, obviously, doesn’t want to go back to her father’s family bc. you know. she got the hint she’s not welcomed when her dad didn’t want her and bc her dad already has a new family. she’d rather just stay with her mom and be loved than have money and be an eyesore in a place she’s unfamiliar with.

unfortunately her mom’s illness hits its final stage before her grandmother can come pick up caiying. and. it’s the most traumatic thing for caiying to witness her mom struggling in her bed to stay alive. as a kid not being able to do anything at all except run around on the streets and try to get help from people. by the time proper help does arrive, it’s too late. she gets to have a private heart-to-heart with her mother, accepting her mother’s wish for her to get raised by her grandmother. her mother tells her to not get involved with her family, to live a safe, peaceful life despite knowing that she’s going to die, unable to protect or love her from this day forward. and then she dies. caiying still is haunted by the dead look in her eyes. ( this is probably the moment where i would have her manifest a vision !!! )

caiying straight up almost dies too after the emotional turmoil makes it easier for her illness to flare up. she barely manages to recover based on luck and her grandmother finally arriving back to l*yue to take her back into her father’s household.

and from then, caiying has been under exclusive care of her grandmother, living as more of an outsider in her father’s family up until the start of the story. nice and peaceful.

i’m just kidding ofc bc we love revenge arc :heart emoji: obviously some years after she grows up even tho her mother didn’t want her to get involved with the whole shit about her mother’s family, she decides to start up a private investigation again into it.

caiying, if her grandmother isn’t around, has to tiptoe a lot in her house bc of her father, stepmother and younger sister. her younger brother is fine and they get along well but he can’t really do anything if either of the others ones decide to cause trouble. her father has a cold relationship with her; if they talk, it’s very formal and he’s quick to assume her guilt in certain cases. her stepmother is sweet and caring on the outside but the inside ...... well, we’ll just say caiying knows she can add fuel to the fire while acting innocent. and her younger sister, being their dad’s favorite kid, will trample over her if caiying goes against her or outshines her too much. she also has to be careful sometimes when out in public since she still has her mother’s family matter clinging on to her still. it clings on as gossip and a judge of her character, since she did spend some time getting raised by their family.

she acts soft and docile, non-threatening, simply minds her business and stays next to her grandmother most of the time to make it in her family. because things will get harder if she doesn’t, but don’t judge a book by it’s cover, she can be fierce and calculating too. but she’s not malicious to others unless they do something to her first, and even then, she would prefer to avoid conflict and usually well let the other person win. but, again, it’s almost guaranteed that she is the smartest, analytical person in the room, she just pretends she’s stupid (strategically). she’s opinionated and stubborn, she is the group’s ego checker.

yes, she still does her mother’s family weaving / embroidery in her free time. she likes making tapestry of scenes from the l*yue landscape and stories / myths of l*yue like the ad*pti and r*x l*pis. she gives them to a third party sellers and gets a small bit of the profit, which she sends privately back to her mother’s family or to others that were kind to her back when she was with her mother. she’s into painting, reading and actually enjoys athletics but isn’t always well enough to participate in them. some of the tapestry great families hang in their homes are made by her weaving machine / her own hand without knowing who they came from. she has a well kept dream

she does know n*nguang bc she bought her wares from her when she had money when she was able to and would make it a point to do so since caiying felt some solidarity with her. i think it would be like. really cool if during caiying’s storyline in trying to figure out what happened with her mother’s family, they had something going on with that. as kind of like. i’m paying back a favor type of thing. laksjfds i thought it would be so funny if n*ngguang tries to convince her to join the ministry since her father is already there ( use some of that nepotism bc what else is her dad good for ) but caiying is like ‘ hell no. once i figure everything out. i literally will fuck off somewhere away from my family to have a peaceful life’.

she does have a fabric that her mother gave her that got passed down through her family. it looks v much like the fabric d*insleif’s cloak is made of *cough* it’s from where you think it is *cough*

i really have no idea how i would implement her in the plot bc i usually don’t make ocs to insert into the plot ( aside from t////wst ) but i had thought about having the whole thing with her mother’s family bc the first, little thing that is actually part of something bigger but i would need to think about it some more.

#「 ♕ 」 —— ❝ i am crazy but i am free ❞ » ooc.#i always write THE most convoluted backstories for my ocs but to be fair #i hear the lore is sometimes all over the place in this game so adslkjflsdkj

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ohhanncs · 7 years ago

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me: *throws more garbage into the northlake pit* sUFFER!!!!!!!! anyway it’s sam again and this is my new kid, hanna. she’s a lot meaner than anne but still a good bean and deserves ur lovin. she’s just an old man trapped in an 18yo’s body screamin for help

u know the drill info under the cut, hmu/like this to plot !!

STATS

full name: heather kate riley

preferred name: hanna if u call her heather she’ll kick ur ass

age: eighteen

gender: cis-female

pronouns: she/her

date of birth: may 2nd

zodiac sign: taurus

label: the soldier

occupation: senior high school student, attendant at maya’s cinema

clique: honor roll

sports: volleyball

clubs: tutor, environmental club, science club, lgbt+ club

sex/rom orientation: she don’t know, she just knows she’s not straight cHANGED MY MIND SHE’S GAY

relationship status: single pringle

language(s): english

hair colour: dark brown

eye colour: brown

drink / smoke / drugs: no / no / no

faceclaim: benedetta gargari

likes / dislikes: her king charles spaniel named max, documentaries, cheese platters, red wine, the smell of old books, days where she goes no waste / social media, disturbances to her routine, e-readers, raw tomatoes, olives, violin

positive traits: dedicated, brave, quick witted, protective, independant, organised

negative traits: stubborn, isolated, self doubting, lonely, easily aggravated, rigid, blunt

if she was in a hogwarts house: ravenclaw

IDK OTHER SHIT

aight so this bitch

she’s heather riley’s (the original missing kid from the 90s) cousin, heather was the oldest and hanna is the youngest. she was born three years after heather’s disappearance when the family was accepting that maybe she was just gone for good

and that’s why hanna is actually named heather. it was like an in memoriam thing but hanna HATES IT!!! she’s been going by hanna since she found out about her older cousin so since she was about seven and only allows her family to call her heather. she’s stormed out of many classrooms due to being called heather

she was born in northlake and grew up there, in the centre of town and her family is probably lower end middle class

and her family is kinda nuts? like ref: them naming a kid after one that just disappeared bUT they were kinda nuts before then and kinda even more nuts afterwards. they’re all very intense people that all have a different theory about heather’s disappearance, at least 5% of the clan think it was aliens

she’s almost always lived with her grandparents, her mom left pretty quickly after heather was born and they haven’t really spoke to her since. hanna gets an email every now and again and sometimes she writes back

she was pretty social when she was younger but as she’s grown up she’s become a pretty serious grump

she left northlake when she was thirteen to study at a private school that was way, way too far to drive to every day.

bc she “smart” or something, but really she’s just good at remembering and good at bullshitting (don’t expect too much realism here kids bc i’m dumb as hell)

she left the private school and returned to northlake when her grandmother had a stroke. it made her realise that she’d rather go to a shittier school if she got to be surrounded by her family

due to growing up in her grandparents house and them being very much her closest friends she’s a super old soul, and very old fashioned. not so much in her attitude but just in that she hates social media and is kinda bad at using a lot of technology (she book smart, not tech smart)

she’s very science focused and within science, very environmentally focused. having been a vegetarian since she was ten and has been trying her very best to live no waste for the past few years.

she’s very blunt and sarcastic, especially if you’re good friends with her

other than that she’s kind of just like a Dad trapped in her body? makes v bad jokes, is kinda awkward, but most of the time she means well

uM she’s been back in northlake for like a month or two in my mind but i’m pretty happy to adjust this around depending on plots

WANTED CONNECTIONS

northlake unofficial book club pLEASE just buddies hangin out and reading books and debating them hell yeah

ride or die, someone she like actually kept in contact with a lot while she was away and they’re still really close and glad to be living near each other again and seeing each other every day of the week all that jazz

friends from childhood, could still be friends, could have drifted apart, could still be close, but keeping in mind that hanna has changed a fair bit since she was last in northlake

old childhood crushes!! like either hanna could still think there might something there or like they just joke about it now or bOTH!

she tutors but she also does people’s homework for money so hit her up

i don’t imagine she has enemies but certainly would love to have some people that rub her the wrong way and just like irritate her and will probably get a rise out of her at some point

someone who knows she goes to therapy because they go too –haven’t included details of this in the intro bc its not information everyone would know but happy to share if u maybe wanna do this plot

people that have like a reserved spot in her car when she deso drives! she doesn’t drink bc she doesn’t like the idea of pOiSoNiNg HeR bOdY and bc of that she pretty rarely goes to parties (and she’s a hermit that has to do with it too) and just kinda desos for her mates at the end of the night

on that note: someone who threw up in her car while she was being deso and has NOT been forgiven

and literally anything else please love this dopey child

#norla:intro #( about )#YEET #i probs wont interact wit her until the event is over but come plot with me pleASE!!!!!

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spiderswithtits · 7 years ago

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last

1. drink - Sweet Tea 2. phone call - I don’t answer phone calls 3. text message - Texting Han i’m at her work 4. song you listened to - Blood On My Name 5. time you cried - i almost cried a few nights ago when i wanted to sleep but couldn’t sleep so instead i fussed like a toddler over how much i wanted to sleep

ever

6. dated someone twice - winces yes, sadly 7. kissed someone and regretted it - every dude i’ve ever kissed 8. been cheated on - yep. with a 14 year old when we were like, 17 9. lost someone special - nope. 10. been depressed - quq i’ve been to a hospital for this one. 11. gotten drunk and thrown up - NOPE. SUCKERS.

fave colours

12. Red, orange, brown! 13. Silver, White, Black 14. Various shades of blue and teal and purple.

in the last year have you…

15. made new friends - Absolutely! 16. fallen out of love - Nope. in fact, i am even more disgustingly in love 17. laughed until you cried - DON’T REMEMBER. 18. found out someone was talking about you - o u o nope not in the last year. 19. met someone who changed you - nope 20. found out who your friends are - this is an oddly weirded one. I-I GUESS?? I HAVE MADE FREINDS? BUT ALSO THIS READS AS SUSPICIOUSLY LIKE ‘WHO HAS YOUR BACK AND WHO IS A BETRAYER’ and lemme tell you i haven’t ran into that shit and idc. 21. kissed someone on your facebook friends list - LOL no

general

22. how many of your facebook friends do you know irl - all but like. one or two.but also i have like 15 friends on facebook 23. do you have any pets - yep! a cat named mooney 24. do you want to change your name - nnnnnnope, weirdly enough. 25. what did you do for your last birthday - nothing |D 26. what time did you wake up today - 8:30! and then had regrets because i slept in. 27. what were you doing at midnight last night - FUCKING AROUND ON DISCORD. 28. what is something you can’t wait for - black panther. 30. what are you listening to right now - nothing 31. have you ever talked to a person named tom - probably, but i don’t remember them. THERE’S SO MANY DUDES NAMED TOM. 32. something thats getting on your nerves - PEOPLE WHO TALK DURING MOVIES I’VE NOT SEEN 33. most visited website - tumblr, NEWS SITES. . 34. hair colour - dark brown 35. long or short hair - long! 36. do you have a crush on someone - i have a crush on han uwu 37. what do you like about yourself - UH WELL. I CAN TYPE 68 WORDS A MINUTE? 38. want any piercings - yes. 39. blood type - NO IDEA. THEY WON’T LET ME DONATE BLOOD.. 40. nicknames - Cal, mostly!. 41. relationship status - Married and grossly happy about it 42. zodiac - Leo 43. pronouns - WHO CARES i don’t uwu 44. fave tv shows - Brooklyn Nine Nine, Channel Zero, cutthroat kitchen, master chef, chopped 45. tattoos - Two, a shitty queen xeno on my shoulder and ripley’s 8 tattoo on my arm. 46. right or left handed - right 47. ever had surgery - never 48. piercings - two in each ear, belly 49. sport - used to do soccer! 53. drinking - rarely. i pass out too easy drinking 54. i’m about to watch - MY WIFE KICK ASS AT OVERWATCH, FUCK YEAH HAN 55. waiting for - mar to admit superiority over me finishing this meme 56. want - my Secret Ships to sail 57. get married - eyes emoji at han 58. career - Programmer! except like, the shittier version where i just click some boxes and call it programming. don’t tell anyone, i sound so much more badass

which is better

59. hugs or kisses - hugs 60. lips or eyes - eyes 61. shorter or taller - taller 62. older or younger - older 63. nice arms or stomach - squishy stomach 64. hookup or relationship - relationship 65. troublemaker or hesitant - troublemaker

have you ever

66. kissed a stranger - lol fuck no 67. drank hard liquor - once 68. lost glasses - once, and then i was physically incapacitated for like an hour until someone could help me come look. 69. turned someone down - multiple times 70. sex on first date - nope 71. broken someones heart - yeah probably, i’ve broken up with a lot of guys 72. had your heart broken - nope 73. been arrested - not yet 74. cried when someone died - yeah 75. fallen for a friend - a few times!

do you believe in

76. yourself - i believe in my ability to stop being a little bitch about things and actually get the shit i need to get done, done. SURE I MIGHT PANIC, BUT AT LEAST I GET SHIT DONE WHEN I DO. 77. miracles - nope 78. love at first sight - nope. 79. santa claus - never. i was poor, i knew why i didn’t get the shit i wanted 80. kiss on a first date - who cares? KISS WHO YOU WANT 81. angels - not really no.

other

82. best friend’s name - handarko 83. eye colour - dark brown 84. fave movie - all of the alien movies 85. fave actor - michael fucking fassbender

#question meme #DONE. THERE #ALL 85

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hey i saw u reblog the alex x reader au today and if you want to id love to see a sequel to that maybe w scott finding out or like a secret relationship or scott finding out about the secret relationship ;;)))) thanks in advance!!! ps i love ur writing and you you are a goddess among us

Alex Summers + best friend’s older brother au [refer to this drabble]

A/N: okay so like if i’m being realistic with myself the odds of me ever actually writing this out properly: slim to fucking none because this has been sitting in my inbox for months BUT I can provide you with the full out headcanons of how it all came to be in the first place. so. (hey @kurtwxgners @mvximoff @rax-writes @paperclipmac have some alex stuff) (sidenote: karley we should revisit this au sometime bc its a good one [eyes emoji])

nsfwish? almost? idk there’s like? heavy making out at the end? idk?

You’ve been best friends withScott since forever because your parents were friends so it just kind of happened

As a result of this, you’ve alsobeen around Alex since forever because you were always at the Summers house

You’ve also had a lowkey crush onAlex since you started to think boys maybe weren’t so gross after all

It stayed pretty lowkey, till thesummer before junior year, but you didn’t make a thing about it because 1) youfigured it would make shit weird and 2) you figured out that Alex was planningto go abroad for his senior year so why would you intentionally bring it upwhen he’s about to leave

Alex found an exchange to go onand did his senior year abroad and you went through junior year being Scott’sbest friend like nothing had changed because nothing really had changed and notseeing Alex for the year made your crush kind of hibernate

Then during the summer after hefinished high school and the one right before your senior year, he found a workplacement and worked the entire summer, earning money, and you see him likeonce or twice but mostly he’s living with a new friend Sean a town over

You don’t really see him againtill he’s home on his first break from college and damn he looks so much betterthan you remember him looking and your crush is definitely back in full fuckingforce

You don’t know it, but the firsttime he sees you when he’s back, he’s actually breathless, because you’re older,and more confident and so, so beautiful and he’s pretty sure he must’ve beenfucking blind or something, because there’s no way you weren’t gorgeous beforeif you’re this goddamn stunning now

Do you spend a lot more time atScott’s house now that Alex is back than you would otherwise? Maybe. You’repretty sure Scott doesn’t notice anything unusual though, and if he does, hedefinitely doesn’t know why

You drove over to the Summer’shouse one Friday night to go over some SAT stuff, and a torrential fuckingrainstorm comes while you’re there

Your mum calls you and tells youthat she really doesn’t want you driving in weather as bad as this, and she cancome and pick you up, or you can stay there if it’s alright with the Summers’

Of course you’d rather staythere, because then you won’t need to come back to pick up the car later, soyou tell her not to worry, you’ll stay over

Scott just nods when you tell himyou’re staying over and just reminds you where the extra sheets and pillows arefor the couch before tossing you an old shirt and a pair of sweatpants for youto sleep in

You give up on trying to godirectly to sleep at about 1am so you go to the kitchen to get a glass of wateror something and immediately regret your decision because Alex is in thekitchen in a thin, faded, fraying flannel shirt and sweat pants slungdangerously low on his hips, and his longish hair is yanked back in a messy bunand you feel like a fucking idiot because he looks like he’s just about to goto bed and just looking at him like this makes your knees weak

He sees you in one of his oldshirts (it used to be his, then it got passed on to Scott, who never wore it,so he basically still thinks of it as his shirt) and some sweats and no makeupand you’re not at all put together or tidy, but he’s positive you’ve neverlooked better, because if he doesn’t think too hard you look like you justclimbed out of his bed and the idea is more than a little dizzying

“oh, shit, hey Alex. I-thoughtthe kitchen was-” “empty? I mean it is the middle of the night, that’d be thereasonable assumption.” “Yeah. Well.” “Well.”

Neither of you is really sure howyou managed to get through the interaction unscathed, but by the end of it,you’re both sitting on the couch watching shitty national geographic re runsand laughing at Alex’s shittier jokes, and each time one of you gets up orleans forwards, or really shifts at all, you both gravitate almostunconsciously towards the other

You’re not quite sure just how ithappened, but you’re tucked neatly under his arm, leaning into his side, and you’retipping your head back, laughing at another one of his ridiculous puns, andsuddenly he’s kissing you, almost hesitantly, and his lips are soft and warmand you want more, but just asquickly as the kiss began, it’s over

“Shit, I’m so sorry-that was-Ishouldn’t’ve-” he stammers, and you’ve never seen him look so startled orunsure in your life, but you don’t want him to apologise, you want him to kissyou again, so you reach out to grab the front of his shirt and yank his lipsback to yours

Alex doesn’t need any moreencouragement than that, the arm round your shoulders tightening to pull you incloser to him, his mouth pressing against yours with more force than previously

One of your arms comes up to wraparound his neck as you shift closer still, and he pulls away again, breathinghard

“Are you sure you-I mean you’reScott’s best friend-we probably shouldn’t-” he tries again, but you’ve neverheard anyone sound less convincing in your life, so you just tilt your head tokiss along the sharp line of his jaw and the tempting column of his throat,feeling immensely satisfied when you feel the hitch in his breath as your lipsbrush softly over his pulse

“I’ll stop if you want me to,”You murmur, punctuating each word with a press of your mouth and he lets out alow, strained chuckle

“That’s not fighting fair and youknow it, beautiful,” he breathes, and the term of endearment makes your headspin, even as you wind your arms around his neck

“Good,” you whisper back before pullinghim in to kiss him again, one of your hands sliding into his hair, pushing thehair tie out and tangling in it as it falls out of the bun he had yanked itback into

You’re in his lap now, his armstightly around you, hands gripping your hips, keeping you so close you can feelhis heart thudding in his chest, and the kiss is hot and insistent and it makesyou a little giddy because yeah, you’ve kissed people before but it’s neverfelt like this and as his tongueslides against yours, you let out an involuntary gasp, your hand reflexivelytugging back on his hair and Alex actually moans into your mouth

“Fuck, babygirl, give a guy somewarning,” he groans, low and shuddering and muffled by your skin, and you canfeel him starting to get a hard on, and knowing he wants you is gratifying andscary and thrilling, and as he bites down lightly on you lower lip, youtentatively reach a hand down to palm him through his sweats

The moan he lets out iselectrifying, needy and wanting and this is starting to lead into unchartedterritory for you but you’ve never wanted anyone more than you want him

But then he pulls away from you alittle and you freeze up in panic and hurt and confusion, because you’re prettysure you weren’t misreading the signals, but you don’t say anything you justlook away, rubbing uncomfortably at your temples and doing your best not totear up, because you already feel stupid and you really don’t want to make moreof a fool of yourself than you already have

Suddenly, one of Alex’s hands isreaching out, cupping your cheek and gently forcing you to look at him. Heleans in and kisses you softly, his thumb brushing soothingly across yourcheekbone as he draws back, a small, reassuring smile on his lips

“I’m sorry, beautiful, I didn’tmean-” he starts, voice gentle. “It’s not that I don’t want to. I do, god I really do. But I-I like you. Have for a while. I want to do thisright. I don’t want to screw up,” he explains, and he sounds almost nervous,like he’s not sure whether this is something you want and he looks souncertain, so uncharacteristically vulnerable that you kiss him again, movingin to tuck yourself against his side once more, and you can feel the tension goout of his body as he kisses you back gently, his arm going around you again.

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