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gurugirl · 6 months

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Spiderman | fratboy!harry

Continuation of this one shot - but can be read as standalone.

Summary: You’re at the big Halloween frat costume party and get to flirting with someone dressed as Spiderman. The tall, masked man with a deep voice just so happens to know a private spot to reveal his true identity to you.

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Warning: 18+ only, smut, slight mask kink, this is mostly just gratuitous smut

Tonight was your excuse to dress up like the supervillain Poison Ivy. A short green dress with patches of fabric leaves all over and a crown of ivy on your head. Mostly it was just something cute to wear to draw a little attention. Plus Poison Ivy is bisexual so you were hoping at least someone picked up the hint. All were welcome, so to speak.

When you got to the frat house you noted all the sexy and fun Halloween costumes. Lots of tit-bearing cats, a few she-devils, some baseball players in well-fitted jerseys, a Lego. The house was packed. The music was loud. Too many of your fellow university schoolmates had begun drinking early. You arrived late on purpose. Drunk wasn’t a cute look. At least you didn’t think it was. Not on you anyway. And you kind of hoped to get hit on and maybe get lucky. Tipsy sex could be fun. Drunk sex wasn’t memorable enough to be worth it.

“Haven’t seen you around in a while.” You looked over at a tall someone dressed in a Spiderman costume. The hood was covering his face so his identity was a mystery, though you thought you recognized the voice as someone you’d had a fun hookup with once.

You leaned your hip into the counter just as you’d finished pouring yourself a drink, “Is that so? I guess I wouldn’t know if I’d seen you around or not since I can’t exactly be sure who you are.”

His laugh had you grinning suddenly as he mimicked your stance, leaning his own hip into the counter facing you, though you couldn’t see his eyes under the spandex material.

“So, you’re telling me you can’t recognize me by my body?” He leaned his head down as if looking over himself before bringing his face back upward, “This costume hardly hides anything.”

You cocked your head, sipping your drink as you allowed your eyes to travel over the red and blue spandex. It clung tightly to his chest and hips, thighs… You didn’t miss the bulge either as you brought your eyes back up to the spot where you figured his eyes were under the mask, “Nope. Sorry. Should I recognize you by your body alone?”

You could tell he was smiling under the spandex, “You should. As I recall, you know my body rather intimately.”

Now you were certain it was the fun hookup you had a while back. You didn’t know him well. But you did know him to be quite popular. And attractive. And the time he went back to your dorm with you and your friend was quite memorable. But you decided to play coy a little bit. Just to get him going.

“Really? Hmm…” You feigned confusion as you slowly ate up his frame, inch by inch with your gaze. His heavy-looking bulge was a nice reminder of how sizable he was. You wouldn’t forget it. “Still doesn’t ring a bell. I don’t see any outstanding features here.” You waved your hand up and down gesturing at his frame.

He nodded and remained quiet. You were sure he was feeling you out. Trying to see if you were fucking with him or not. You were.

When he inched in toward you and placed his gloved hand over your forearm he leaned in and spoke quietly into your ear, “I’ll give you a hint. Would you like a hint, Y/n?”

You nodded as you felt his warmth. He was so close to your body as he spoke, “Had you bouncing on my cock, made you come, all while your friend watched us fuck.”

You swallowed. Yes. You remembered very clearly that night. It was the only time you’d ever done anything like it before. And now, he was clearly trying to get you in bed again. At least… that was the vibe you were getting. You looked down and realized his bulge was, well it was bulging. Was he getting turned on just thinking about it? You needed to have him again. Wouldn’t mind feeling that thick cock inside of you once more.

You sighed and turned to face his mask, “Hmm… maybe. I’m not positive, though. Might need to check a few things out to verify–“

Harry’s grip on your forearm tightened, “Can be arranged. Wanna go find a room so you can verify?”

You laughed as you looked around. You’d never been talked into something like this so fast in your life. Then again, Harry, you knew it was him, was quite convincing and he was good in bed from what you remember. You couldn’t feel bad for giving in so quickly.

Harry took your hand and you followed him upstairs, leaving your unfinished drink in the kitchen and long forgotten.

The good thing about the frat house was that it was massive and there were enough bedrooms that you were able to find a free room almost right away.

Harry locked the door behind himself and then suddenly he was pushing you backward toward the bed where you fell to your bottom the moment the back of your thighs hit the edge. You giggled as he put his spandex-covered hands on your thighs. Propping yourself up by your elbows you watched him take in your bare legs and then one by one, lift each upward to remove your heels. He was between your thighs and the erection he was sporting indicated he wasn’t wearing underwear. Or if he was he’d fully pushed his way up and out of the top band.

“M’gonna give you a little reminder. Take you down memory lane and have you sit on my face. Is that all right?” He climbed over you on the bed, hovering over your body and looking down at you. You really wished you could see his pretty eyes.

“Okay. But how are you gonna do anything with this on?” You plucked at the fabric covering his face.

You heard a breathy, amused laugh fall from his chest as he pushed himself off of you and laid down on his back, “You’ll see. Climb up.”

You adjusted yourself, straddling his torso, and then lifted upward, gently placing yourself over his face, not yet sitting all the way. You were still wearing panties and you were hovered over his mask so you weren’t sure what his plan was exactly.

“Lean forward a bit.” He spoke from under you.

Leaning forward, you put your hands on the headboard and he adjusted something underneath you and that’s when you realized he was lifting his mask to uncover his mouth and part of his nose before pushing your panties aside and grasping your thighs, pulling you down on his mouth. You laughed when you settled and looked at the Spiderman mask between your thighs. You couldn’t see much of his nose and his mouth was covered by your pussy but the whole thing felt ridiculous to you.

Ridiculous until he began mouthing at your pussy slowly, using his tongue through your crease and his hands gripped your ass, pushing you into him further.

“Oh!” You tightly grabbed onto the headboard again in a gasp.

His warm tongue slid up and down and his moans made you hot. You hadn’t quite been ready but with his mouth on your clit, you were quickly aroused and slowly wetting his face.

Kissing and sucking sounds below drew your eyes down to him. You could see his dark curls sticking out from the edges of his mask where he’d pulled it up, his pink lips were also memorable. How had you not reached out to him after that first night? He was good. And he was so fucking hot. But he was also really nice to you and to your friend.

You tilted your pelvis down and dragged your clit over his nose and moaned softly as he pushed his tongue into your entrance. The slow lathering of his tongue up and down your crease and his puckering lips felt just as good as you remembered.

He pushed at you and inhaled a sharp breath, “Starting to remember me now?” His shiny berry lips quirked up in a cocky smile as you panted and shook your head, “Nuh-uh. I’ve sat on lots of faces. Gonna have to give me something more if you really want me to remember you.”

His raspy laugh had his nostrils flaring and he pushed at you, causing you to move off his face, “Fine,” he breathed as he sat up, “Lie down. Looks like you need something a little extra.”

Your back hit the mattress as he sat back on his haunches and pulled at your panties, tearing them down your legs and pushing your dress up your thighs, exposing your cunt to him as he lowered his face over you, his shoulders bumping into the back of your thighs to hold you down.

“Y/n, you taste just like you did before. So soft and sweet,” he ran his spandex-covered finger through your crease and you gasped at the odd feeling of it. He laughed at your reaction, “You’re wet enough that this should still feel really good. Tell me if it’s irritating to your skin,” his mouth and nose, and ends of his hair were still exposed as he circled two fingers over your clit and had his face tilted toward you.

When he opened his mouth wide and lowered it over your clit you grasped onto his hood and sighed. It was so good. Just like before. His tongue and lips and the way he gently sucked you in made you quiver.

But it was the odd sensation of his fabric-covered fingers slipping through your wetness that kept you very much in the moment. You kept imagining that the shiny spandex would soon collect all your wetness and you’d be left dry and it would start to hurt but it was the opposite.

The smooth material became coated and the extra friction from the fabric felt yummy.

He slurped your clit and took a good long lick upward from your entrance to your clit and then held up two of his fingers so you could see, “Look. Just want you to see this before I start fucking you with them. Nice and slippery,” he scissored his fingers apart and you saw the strings of arousal stick together,” But tell me if you don’t like it.”

“Oh my god…” you moaned as you craned your neck up to watch him as he slowly plunged them inside of you.

You tightened your thighs, but Harry used his free hand to hold you apart and the grin on his face as he watched his gloved fingers slide in and out of you was lewd, “Hear that?” He increased the speed at which he was fingering you, your wetness being pushed in and out with his fingers was definitely audible, “Bet that feels so good, doesn’t it, Y/n?”

You nodded and moaned again, still trying to keep your neck tilted so you could watch.

When he wrapped his mouth around your clit once again, though, you cried out and your head fell back onto the mattress in surrender.

His fingers, his tongue, and his lips had you writhing and moaning pathetically, “Oh fuck…” you cried as he curled his fingers just right, and flattened his tongue over your clit, his face aimed toward you as if he were watching your reaction.

He continued fingering you as he lifted his face and planted a sweet kiss to your clit, “How’s it feel? Do you want to come, Y/n?”

You moaned and gasped as you nodded, “Yes, Harry…” and the moment you said his name you knew you were busted. Your eyes widened and Harry’s grin took over his face, you could see the beginnings of his dimples.

“Figured you’d remember me,” he kissed your clit again and spoke against your pussy, “Hang on, sweet girl. Gonna finish you off properly.”

And finish you off he did. Properly at that. He held you down with one shoulder and one hand as he fingered you with his other and sucked and dug into your clit. The noises were obscene. From the wetness you’d created, to the fast pace of his fingers pushing and curling into you, to his slurping and moaning…

“Come on baby,” he coaxed when he felt your thighs shaking and your moans turned into whimpers and cries.

His tongue flicked side to side quickly and then he dug in as if he was sucking the last bits of juice off a mango and the vibrations from his moans had you seeing stars. You gripped his head and shouted his name as you came in his mouth. You thought you heard a laugh come from him but you were so far gone in ecstasy that you couldn’t care. You knew you were being loud but it wasn’t every day that a man came around to give you head the way Harry was.

When you’d opened your eyes you noticed you pushed his mask up further with how you’d been hanging on, nearly his whole nose was exposed as he softly licked upward from your entrance to your clit. He removed his fingers and was cradling the underside of your thighs with both hands. Like a loving little gesture to help you come down.

Suddenly he was hovering over you and had his lips pressed to yours. Your first kiss of the night and it tasted like your pussy. But you liked the taste of pussy so it didn’t bother you.

You could feel Harry’s hard erection on your thigh as he licked into your mouth and cupped your face.

It felt so sweet and so desperate at the same time. You knew he needed to be taken care of too. He deserved to have the favor returned after the way he’d just handled you with such precision.

Pushing at his shoulders he gasped as he parted from your lips, “What do you need, Harry?” You asked him.

He moaned and rolled his hips down so you could really feel him, “You. Just you. Whatever you’re willing to give.”

You grinned and wrapped your finger around a chunk of his hair, “But what do you want? Want a blow job? Want to fuck me? Want my hands?”

Harry exhaled heavily and dropped his mouth open, “Can’t stop thinking about how good you felt on my cock. The way we fit together.”

You bucked your hips up and nodded, “I can’t stop thinking about it either. You felt so good. Stretched me out so nice.”

“Fuck.” Harry quickly moved off of you and stood at the edge of the bed before opening up the side drawer, “Need a condom.”

You rolled over and opened up the other side table drawer to rummage through it. Not finding anything other than pens and loose charger cables. You couldn’t find it in yourself to feel bad about rummaging through a stranger’s things when you had Harry Styles about to fuck you.

Harry adjusted his cock as he quickly walked to the dresser on the other side of the room and looked through the top drawer and let out a groan of relief, “Fuck yes.”

Holding up the condom he placed it on the dresser and untied the top of his spandex suit. He was still wearing the mask, though it had been pushed upward and his hair was exposed at the ends, slightly more grown out than the last time you saw him, but he was too focused on his task to worry about how funny he looked with his mask half covering his face. The moment he untied the top he began to pull at the suit and peel it down his toned and tattooed torso. You sat up and watched him undress. He had no underwear on just as you suspected.

You had to laugh at the spectacle. Just like a woman wearing a cute tight body suit, men had the same issue with needing to remove the entire thing in order to use the bathroom, or in your case, fuck.

“Heey, don’t laugh. Beauty comes with a price.” He grinned as he kicked the body suit away and opened up the condom, slowly putting it over himself. He looked over at you and tilted his chin upward, “Get your dress off. Wanna see those pretty tits.”

You giggled and pulled at your stretchy dress, easily removing it by the time he made his way back to the bed. He climbed over you, his mask still covering his eyes as he leaned down to kiss you.

The way his mouth moved against yours and his hands found your breasts and your ribs and your tummy as he moaned and licked at your tongue gave you a surge of need. You lifted your hips toward his and slid your hands down his torso to grab his cock.

He pushed himself down into your hand and then reared back gently to slip his shaft through your labia, wetting the condom, “This is gonna be better than the first time. No performance anxiety with a third watching.” He grinned down at you as he moved back to take you in below him.

You laughed as he pulled at your thighs and lifted your legs over his, angling your hips upward so your bottom was positioned on the tops of his thighs, “Were you nervous last time with Heidi? It was your idea? And… can we take this off?” You gestured to his mask.

“Heidi? That was her name?” He responded as he pulled the mask off from over his eyes and tossed it behind himself. “Sorry, I barely remember. But… I wanted you to think I was cool. Plus she was kinda cute. But it was really all about you.”

You pushed yourself up to your elbows at this revelation, “Wait. You only invited her because you wanted me to think you were cool?”

He shrugged and smiled shyly, “Yeah. Knew you liked girls too. Figured it might make you like me if I was cool with that.”

You shook your head, “And then you just never reached out to me again after?”

He puffed out a soft laugh, “I don’t know. Felt like maybe you weren’t as into me. Didn’t want to embarrass myself.”

You took his hand and pushed your fingers between his, “Well, after this it looks like we’ve got some talking to do. I kinda thought you were too cool for me so that’s why you never bothered.”

The look on his face was surprised, “Me? Too cool? That’s not… no way. If anyone is too cool it’s you, Y/n.”

You laughed and tugged at his hand, “Please, Harry. Just fuck me.” You were relieved to see his eyes and the top of his head finally. Just as handsome as before, hair slightly more undone from the hood he had over his head, but it was perfect for what you two were about to do.

Harry let out a shaky breath and looked down to where your entrance was wet and softly clenching for him already. His lips dropped open as he leaned forward, your hand still in his, pressing it down to the mattress next to your head as he pushed his tip in.

“Ohh…” you breathed out and watched his face scrunch up as he plunged in slowly.

“Feel that? This the reminder you needed?” He whispered lowly as he inched in.

There was a moment of silence between you two as you watched each other and he began to move in and out, deeper on each thrust. Heavy breaths and soft moans until he’d reached into you as far as humanly possible, hips rocking into you and fingers tightly squeezing around yours.

“Fuck me… Fucking condom sucks but you… holy shit…” Harry moaned and began to roll into you faster.

You reached your free hand up to move his hair from his face, “Harry… you feel so good inside of me. Oh, my god…” The snap of his hips wetly collided with you as the small bed creaked gently.

Harry held himself up with one hand, palm flat on the mattress as pushed into you, his muscles tensing and flexing above you, “Yeah? Feels good just like you remember? You’re so wet for me, Y/n. Didn’t know you needed me so bad,” he panted his words.

You were wet for him. So wet it was almost embarrassing, but you were glad in a way because he was quite sizable, and if you’d been any less wet it might have hurt. But as it was, the slip and the stretch and the way he could drag himself in and out was delicious.

You cupped his face and moaned loudly as he pounded into you harder. You could feel your tits wobbling and the bed dancing under your back. Harry was groaning and his eyes grew dark fast. Every time he bottomed out he ground himself into you deeply and you gasped at the ache, “Careful! You’re almost too deep!” You breathed out your words in a rush.

His cocky smirk meant that he took that as a compliment, so he did it once more, his eyes pinned to yours as he slowly stuffed himself into your cervix, “Ahh! Harry…” You widened your eyes and then he pushed himself back to his haunches.

“Sorry. Can’t help it,” he spoke, still grinning at you as he smoothed his fingers over your clit and worked his cock in from the new angle.

You knew he was long and that he’d reach deep, but that kind of deepness usually wasn’t achieved without you being on top. Even average-length guys felt deeper when you were on top. But Harry, of course, wasn’t average-sized. And you could tell he was very aware of that fact. Proud of it even.

With his fingers on your clit and the new angle his cock was nudging into your little sparkly, yummy soft spot inside over and over again. You moaned his name and he let go of your hand to fondle your tits. He continued a nice pace, slipping back and pushing in, long, exquisite strokes that filled you and stretched your insides apart. You could only imagine how he’d feel without the condom inhibiting the texture of his skin pressed into your skin. The friction, the way his foreskin would move inside of you, and his swollen tip uninhibited by smooth latex would really make the drag something.

“Yesss!” You moaned as he hit your spot perfectly, the repeated glide of his thick crown into your g-spot, had you trembling.

Harry breathed hard through his nose as he looked down to where he was fucking into you and back to your eyes, “Gonna come already, Y/n? Tell me how good it is.”

“Fuck, Harry… You’re so big and you're pressing into something inside of me that I can’t… I’m gonna… it’s so good… so full… oh fuck! Gonna come…” you babbled and moaned as the bed squeaked and the headboard softly tapped the wall in time with Harry’s thrusts.

“Shit. Was gonna fuck you doggy but if you come I’m gonna come, baby. I can’t help it. Your wet pussy is just sucking me in,” he pressed down over your clit and hastened his fingers and you could feel him shaking.

You tensed your thighs and cried out just as a knock came to the door. Someone was saying something but you were gone. Your ears were ringing and your loud cries and buttery, mouthwatering orgasm were all you could focus on.

Harry groaned and pushed into you a few more times, before he couldn’t hold back, dumping his come into the condom with a choked moan.

He could hear someone threatening to unlock the door but Harry was in bliss. There was no way he could stop his cock from twitching and coming and you were so sweet and pretty below him with your face scrunched and your cries of nonsense.

The cliché of time standing still had been true in that moment. You couldn’t stop trembling and clenching over him as you felt his cock throbbing inside of you. Harry’s own orgasm just prolonged yours. He had leaned over you, his fingers in your hair as he pushed into you with gasps and soft whimpers.

When you finally opened your eyes and Harry had caught his breath the door was opened and Harry turned back quickly, covering your frame with his broad chest, “Sorry! We’ll get out. Just… let us get dressed,” Harry’s words came out breathy and stuttered as he was still breathing heavily.

“Harry? God damnit! Just… Fine. You owe me, man.” The guy who was speaking closed the door. You never saw his face because Harry had covered you and when he sat back he smiled softly at you.

“Want to go back to mine? Stay with me tonight? We can talk a little.”

You grinned and sighed with a nod, “Of course. And then maybe if you’re up for it, you can fuck me doggy like you wanted.”

Harry breathed out a laugh from his nose, “Oh I’ll be up for it.”

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sionisjaune · 2 months

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George/Alex sex shop meet cute, ft. George's questionable customer service skills and unquestionable knowledge of inventory:

Alex finds himself in the sex shop because he has decided, after great deliberation, to face up to the fact that he is a bisexual man, and his occasional hookups require more equipment than he has in his flat.

He tugs open the door which boasts a cheery little welcome sign that is quite possibly adorned with an anthropomorphized, ejaculating penis, and tries not to flinch when his eyes meet row upon row of phallic objects in glossy packaging. The bell on the door jingles as it swings shut, and Alex crams his hands in his pockets, surveying the aisles.

Choosing to get the job done quickly, Alex rocks up to the first aisle and strolls past the shelves decisively. He chooses a dildo at random and pulls the box off the rack to examine it. The packaging reads EXTRA LARGE HOG in graffiti letters with a grinning devil waving a pitchfork underneath the logo. The dildo itself is grossly fleshy in a shade that would imply that the phallus’s owner (if it had one) was suffering from jaundice.

Alex flings the dildo back on the rack, repulsed. God, maybe his own cock will have to do. He doesn’t know if he has the stomach to stay in the shop for long enough to make a purchase.

He’ll call Lily, he considers, backing away from the shelves. He’ll ask her where she bought her cute little rose thing and then order online with a hand covering his face, peeking through the cracks between his fingers. People have told him he’s good in bed, right? He wouldn’t get any less ass if his nightstand drawer remained empty of dildos and cock rings and butt plugs and whatever other horrifying—

While Alex spirals about the state of his sex life, someone down the aisle coughs.

Alex’s heart skips a beat, and he nearly springs backwards, his trainers squeaking on the floor while he regains his balance.

“You really shouldn’t buy that one,” says a pale, pinched, and actually rather fit employee standing two metres away from Alex. His hair is floppy and a rather ordinary brown, and his collared shirt is buttoned to the throat. His name tag reads George.

“Beg your pardon?” says Alex, and nearly chokes swallowing his own saliva.

“I said you really shouldn’t buy that one,” says George, sweeping a hand through his hair and frowning. “If you’re shopping for a missus, studies have shown that thermoplastic elastomers can disrupt reproductive health.”

“Missus,” says Alex, rolling the word over on his tongue. “Thermoplastic elastomer.”

George blinks owlishly. “Yes. And if you’re shopping for a mister, TPE is porous, so it’s very difficult to properly sanitize,” he explains.

Alex shakes his head. He glances at the wall of dildos in their gaudy packaging and then back at George. His lanyard seems to be patterned with the same little walking, grinning pensises that the welcome sign bore.

“What’s TPE?” says Alex, for lack of anything better to do with his mouth.

“Thermoplastic elastomers,” says George. “I just said.”

“And those are?” says Alex.

George runs a hand through his hair again and sucks in a breath. He steps towards Alex—which causes shivers to course down Alex’s spine, for some reason—and points towards the EXTRA LARGE HOG box.

“Look,” he says, pointing to the corner of the box which bears writing so small Alex can barely read it. “TPE. Not body-safe.”

“So,” says Alex, information whirling in his head. The fluorescent lighting is giving him a headache. The glare glancing off all the clear plastic packaging gives the sex shop a dream-like quality, like any second Alex will wake up erect and sweating through his covers. “So, why would it be on sale if it’s… not body-safe?”

“You see,” says George, his eyes lighting up. “Since sexual enhancers are classified as novelty items rather than therapeutic medical devices, manufacturers are able to exploit a gaping loophole and produce products for cheap using unsafe materials. For example, our top-selling Starbright Bangers—” George gestures to a display of pale, jellylike dildos of increasing length and girth. “—contain phthalates which have been shown in male animals to precipitate a greater risk of malformed penises, and—” George’s jaw snaps shut.

Alex inhales, his hands balled in his pockets, staring straight into George’s giant eyes. “You can keep going,” says Alex.

“No, I—” says George. “No. I’m done.”

“So,” says Alex. He pulls his fists from his pockets and forces his hands to hang limply at his sides. “So I’m looking for a dildo.”

“Ah,” says George, blinking again. “What kind of dildo?”

Alex swallows. “Any kind? I’m not exactly an… experienced buyer?”

“Okay,” says George, tilting his head back and forth. “Alright. Do you know what you like?”

“It’s not for me,” says Alex, quickly. “It’s just that I want to… spice things up, in the bedroom.”

“Ah,” says George, again. “So we’re looking for something versatile.” He spins to face the aisle, scanning the wall of dildos. He glances towards Alex, his dark brows furrowing. He really is rather pretty, Alex thinks. Pretty in that prim, poncy way that boarding school fantasies are supposed to be. Not that Alex has ever had any of those.

“You never did tell me whether you’re looking for a missus or mister,” says George.

“Either. Both,” says Alex, throat dry.

George hums, tapping his foot. He squats to the floor, tugging a box off the lowest shelf. “Try this,” he says, handing it up to Alex.

Alex turns the box around and squints at it meaningfully. The packaging is rather nondescript, offering a photo of the product (slim, blue, rechargeable) and the product name (SKINNY SATISFIER).

“Great,” says Alex, pinning it under his arm. “Perfect. I’ll get this. Thanks for your help.”

George unfolds from his squat, rising to a height that’s maybe just a millimetre shorter than Alex. “You don’t want anything else?” says George, making his big owl eyes again.

“I’ll just be on my way,” says Alex, stuffing his hands in his pockets again. “Thanks a bunch.”

George’s mouth opens and then closes, a bit like a fish. Then it opens again. “You should probably get an anal plug,” says George. “Very popular. And you can get them without rhinestones on the bottom, if you're worried. We have all sorts. Hold on a second.”

George dashes down the aisle while Alex remains frozen, dildo under his arm. When George returns, he’s carrying an armful of boxes. “Here,” he says. “Pick the one you like.”

Alex eyes the mountain of boxes and the product images he can see. Some of them are rather feminine. He supposes he could use them on a girl. Or on a boy of a particular persuasion.

“They’re all… body-safe?” says Alex.

George rolls his eyes. “Stainless steel. So, obviously.” He makes meaningful eyes at the heap of boxes in his arms.

“Great,” says Alex, plucking one at random off the top.

George lets out a breath and dumps the remainder on a shelf strewn with bottles of novelty lube. “I can ring you up over there, if you like.”

“Oookay,” says Alex, fisting his dildo in one hand and his butt plug in the other. He follows George up to the cash where a scary-looking girl with teased hair and a lip piercing is ringing up a complicated leather harness.

“Here you go,” says George, when he’s finished scanning Alex’s items and has presented Alex with a (thank God) plain paper shopping bag to carry them in. George plunges his hand into a jar beside the register, pulls out a handful of foil packets and drops them in Alex’s bag. “Every customer gets a free scoop of lemon sherbet flavoured prophylactics with a purchase of thirty pounds or more,” George explains.

“Brilliant,” says Alex, wondering when he’ll wake up.

George waves, his lanyard swinging against his shirt. “Shop again soon!”

#i wrote this #galex

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kidultt · 4 months

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( kang hyewon, cis woman, she/her ) have you met lee aera yet? you know, the 21 year old undergraduate student. i think they’re a senior majoring in computer engineering. ring a bell yet? every time i walk past their dorm i hear unforgiven by le sserafim blasting through the door. everyone who meets them say they’re passionate but can also be a little vindictive. guess when you meet them you’ll figure that out yourself. clubs & sports: flyer & cheerleading captain, swimming, book club, engineering club & senior assistant editor for the grey wolf gazette

trigger warning: death

BASICS

full name: lee aera

nickname: aera, that bitch

date of birth: november 11, 2002

gender: cis woman

pronouns: she/her

sexuality: bisexual

height: 5′3″

fluent in: english, korean

likes: fashion, swimming, karaoke nights, bulgogi, big dogs

dislikes: people who cry when they're drunk, staying in, the cold

BACKGROUND

the baby of the family, she’s the most spoiled

she's close with her older siblings despite some of them being married / having kids and that's a life she literally cannot imagine for herself right now

she grew up in such a wealthy family, that she never really had to work for anything. whatever she wanted, she got tbh

it’s so funny how her parents honestly think of her as some sort of sweetheart slash angel slash gift from above because she’s SO sweet around them but that’s not the case with literally everyone else LMFAO this lady can be so out of pocket for no reason omfg

however, she does value her family and her found family. she keeps her circle tight because she doesn’t trust people easily

there’s not really a reason for it tbh, she just wasn’t built that way

additionally, she's only ever been in two serious relationships before and one ended with the other person cheating on her and her most recent one ended because her boyfriend DIED so she's like ??? yknow what ??? im good !!

will avoid heartbreak at all costs, even if that means she's the one who's toxic

aera's good at a lot of things because she took so many lessons as a kid from ballet to violin to swimming to fencing to horseback riding but none of them really stuck as she grew older

whip smart and she knows it

she definitely thinks she's better than everyone so like why would she be friendly with everybody when she doesn't need to be?

there is not ONE SINGLE humble bone in this woman’s body like she’s rich and hot and you WILL know it

also gets really scared of commitment and runs when things get serious!! rip

she also just loves proving people wrong in general. everyone thought she was just gonna be a socialite / brat her entire life, and she was like actually☝️which is why she's out here being a computer engineering major

FUN FACTS

she doesn’t really have a filter. she’ll say whatever she thinks of in the moment without regard for your feelings

all this lady has is the audacity because she can say the most out of pocket stuff and still be like 😇

can and will throw hands if she has to, but would rather not because she doesn't want to chip a nail

definitely became a cheerleader in high school solely because she knows she’d look cute in the uniform & is still a cheerleader today

she’s like the fun aunt tbh and is surprisingly good with kids

has a torch red (red chevrolet corvette) that’s her BABY. scratch her car in any way and she’ll scratch you right back across your face

loves to travel tbh she has lived here her whole life but she’s always going somewhere

everyday is fashion week in here like you will never see this lady in sweats like im sorry that’s just not happening

is always up for a good time tbh especially in the bedroom 🤪

an avid reader, also loves to write

can’t cook to save her life

here to be messy xoxo

WANTED CONNECTIONS

older siblings

ride or die

rich bitch squad maybe?

childhood friends who stayed friends

childhood friends who drifted apart

high school sweetheart / first time

ex-friends

unexpected friends

good influence on her / she's a bad influence on them

drinking buddies

party buddies

enemies

friends with benefits

ex-flings

the ex that cheated on her?

current flings

family friends

#radcliffeintro

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abbottgiftexchange · 1 year

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a gift from a person who asked to stay anonymous for @thehours2002 <3

Author's note: First Off, Happy Holidays everyone, and especially to my giftee. Hope yall had a great new year! I hope you like this little ficlet :) Writing in a male pov was a fun challenge, and I hope Barbara isn’t too OOC. Hope you enjoy it! Lastly, I don’t know when this fic would take place. Maybe in the abyss of time, idk. I think it's a couple years after the current season.

Jacob doesn’t know when he first noticed precisely. Melissa being part of the community was always kind of an open secret, one that she not so subtly threatened him to never speak about- something about privacy and it being her own business. And Ava once set a school-wide memo that if you implied she was hetero was grounds to get canceled via her Twitter followers.

But Barbara? Barbara? The woman who he struggled to admit to being gay in his first-year teaching? (For the record, he did sorely misjudge her on that front but still.) Like sure, she divorced her husband a year prior, but that didn’t point to Barbara Howard being into women.

So one day, when they were all sitting in the teacher's lounge complaining about the cold outside, he saw out of the corner of his eye that one of Barbara’s hands gripped Melissa’s hand under the table. Like…the other woman would leave at any moment. He didn’t mean to stare, really, but Gregory and Janine were talking to each other, and they kinda made it obvious they didn’t want him to butt in.

“You got to be kidding me,” Melissa muttered as she peered at her phone through her glasses. The hand-holding stopped.

“What’s wrong?” Jacob asked, his eyes glancing between the two older women.

“I have to go out in this weather; I’ll be back in a second.” The redhead muttered, shrugging on a winter jacket.

He noticed that Barbara scowled as Melissa left the room in a rush.

Janine and Gregory started to argue about the optics of How Nice Snow Is, so Jacob grabbed his mug and sat down next to Barbara.

“So…How do you feel about snow?”

“It's fine, Jacob.” He could tell she wasn’t paying attention to his questions.

“Yeah, yeah. I don’t love it either.” They sipped their drinks in unison.

She looked over at the window and frowned. Jacob watched as the older woman got up and peered out the window. He followed her up to the window, and they watched as Melissa talked to some…Woman.

“Who is that?”

“I don’t know.” She did not seem happy about that. Oof.

And then Melissa kissed the other woman on the cheek.

“I didn’t know Melissa was dating someone.” He said, squinting through the snow that was falling. “Nice she met someone, though, right?” He looked over to his window-peeking companion.

Barbara was gripping the windowsill.

That's when part of it clicked in Jacobs's mind, and his eyes went back and forth between Barbara and the scene playing below. It put a lot of things into perspective. Many moments that he just wrote off as them being friends in a different light. *

From there on, he kept a watchful eye on her. Part of him wanted to reach out and tell her he knew exactly what she was going through. But then he thought about it some more. His experiences were more about falling in love with straight men, and she was in love with a taken bisexual. Not really apples to apples there. And then it also dawned on him.

Jacob didn’t know if she knew what she was feeling. He was able to come to terms with it. He had boy bands to focus heavily on as a young kid while he ignored everything around him. He had moments to explore. Barbara Howard might never have had anything to help her with these…feelings if she even acknowledged them.

He didn’t really mean to pry. That was the last thing he wanted to do. But it felt like his calling to help her. Guide her like she guided him in the past. He repeated that phrase in his head on his way to the Kindergarten classroom. Jacob hoped she would still be here - the school bell did just ring, but it was Friday and people liked to bolt.

He knocked a couple times on the doorframe, and what he got in response was a muttered, “I’m busy, Melissa.” She didn’t even look up from the papers on her desk.

“Uh, it's Jacob?”

“Oh, Jacob. Do you need something?” She gave him a smile but then looked past him, and her eyes darted around to see if anyone else was there. Okay…weird…Anyway, how was he going to word this? Don’t be too forward-

“Are you mad at Melissa? I noticed you didn’t sit with her today.”

Okay, Too Forward., maybe even the wrong approach.

Barbara took a deep breath and sighed.

“Speaking for both of us, I think Melissa and I would appreciate it if you and Janine stopped trying to intervene with our personal problems.”

Confirmed.

“So you ARE mad at her.” Full Send it, Jacob! He moved into her classroom, looked around for a place to sit, and then decided to stand rather than stoop to sitting in a five-year-olds chair.

She sighed again.

“I am not mad at Melissa; I am just…not the biggest fan of her current life choices.”

“That shes dating a…woman?”

Barbara's eyes widened. “No! Oh, Heavens, no. I just feel like her girlfriend isn’t the best. She could do better.”

It's like he was transported right back to the sixth grade, where his one guy friend started dating a girl, and he couldn’t do anything than just get mad at him.

“What's wrong with her? Melissa seems happier than when she was with that other guy, uhh, the one who stocked the vending machines. Didn’t she date him like a year or two ago?”

“I know, I know. It’s just-” Barbara put her hand over her eyes. “I just have a feeling. I just don’t like her. Simple as that.”

Jacob tried really hard not to let his mouth fall open.

“You are not speaking to Melissa because you have a gut feeling about her girlfriend, and correct me if I’m wrong, whom you have never met?”

She closed her eyes. Then nodded.

“To me, it sounds like you are jealous.” Jacob shrugged.

The older woman looked away when the word “jealous” left his lips, refusing to meet his eyes.

“Jealousy isn’t Godly. And what would I be jealous of? Really, Jacob.” Barbara forced out a laugh.

Should he really lay this on her? Right now? He took a deep breath. You are Full Sending This, Jacob, helping to make this the Gayest School in Philadelphia.

“I think you love her. Maybe as a friend, maybe something more.” It was only when he heard the words leave his own lips did it fully set in what he said.

He didn’t wait for her reaction. He assumed it was something scandalized. Jacob booked it out of there faster than the speed of light. There were consequences to one's actions, and then there were consequences for speaking out of line to Barbara Howard, the best Kindergarten teacher in the whole city.

He was TOO forward. Why does he do this to himself? *

It was Janine who broke the ice. She visited his room on their break and interrupted his grading. He was trying to not be in the same room as Barbara as much as possible, but Barbara wasn’t interacting with Melissa at all, so Melissa was apparently pissed that everyone was ignoring everyone, so Janine finally cornered him and asked what happened.

“Jacob, why?”

“I thought I was helping?”

“You don’t share a hallway with them! Me and Gregory do! Do you know what it's like to have Melissa interrogating you on why her best friend isn’t speaking to her?” She took a deep breath. “This is- This is like ten times worse than anything I have ever done.”

“I know.” He pulled his hand over his face, dragging it down. “I messed up a ton.”

His friend came over and side-hugged him. A minute after the hug, Janine giggled.

“What?”

“I still can’t believe you told Barbara she might be gay.” “Me neither.” He moaned. *

It all came down to their garden.

They both simultaneously noticed that despite both of them ignoring it (in hopes to not run into each other) that it seemed to be doing quite alright in the winter months. Jacob came out one Monday morning after letting it sit for a week or two to find Barbara doing the exact same thing. It was freezing and quite dark from the clouds overhead.

“It’s still doing okay.” He said out loud, not really directing it to her, but more in amazement.

“It is.” Barbara paused. “I haven’t worked on it, have-” He cuts her off with a shake of his head. “Hm.”

They step down into their little garden together. They’re both quiet as move around the plants. It seemed like minutes pass with no more words uttered. Jacob looked at the tiny pea pods below him and sighed.

“I- Barbara, I was really out of line. I shouldn’t have assumed. I feel really awful for stepping in.” Jacob kicked a pebble into a corner. He willed himself to look up at the older woman. “I hope I didn’t make things worse for you and Melissa.”

Barbara looked at him with uncertainty. She then exhaled and fiddled with her long necklace.

“Jacob, Jacob. I was making things worse with Melissa. You just said what was happening out loud. You noticed.”

He nodded, a bit unsure where this was going.

“I do love Melissa. I’ve known her for many years. Maybe I do feel for her in the..the ways you said.” She paused and took a deep breath. “I don’t know. I think I have to think about a lot of things going forward, especially if it's obvious to everyone. And if it's gonna affect those around me.”

“Are you saying I helped you?” He was grinning, and he knew he really shouldn’t be, but sue him!

Barbara laughed.

“I’m giving you a maybe, Jacob, a maybe.”

They resumed their gardening with only a small interruption from Gregory, when he walked by and stared at them for a bit. (Why did he do that only when they were gardening?)

“How did you know?” She asked as she watered some vegetables.

“I fell in love with my best friend. His name was Scott. I had never felt love like it before. It surpassed the love I felt for my friends, which at the time were mainly girls.” Jacob laughed. “Well, Scott met Maddy, and he soon forgot about me and my Pokemon card collection.”

She hummed in response.

“When you first told me I was jealous, I couldn’t believe it. Me? Really? But then I went okay, yes, I was a little mad Melissa didn’t tell me about her new girlfriend. But then it went to: ‘I was mad Melissa wasn’t spending as much time with me.’ And then I just accepted I was jealous.” Jacob took note she was fiddling with her necklaces again. “I don’t think I loved anyone as much as I love Melissa. I don’t think I ever realized that until recently.”

“Thank you, Barbara, you didn’t have to share that with me. I- I feel honored.” Jacob felt tears spring up in his eyes; maybe he was finally cementing his place into their little work family, as Janine put it.

She gave him the ‘you are laying it on a little thick’ look, and he shut up.

“Well! If you ever want to visit one of my queer film nights going forward, you have an invitation.”

Her eyes widen. “Uh, Thank You, Jacob. I’ll have to, uh, think about that.”

It was then that a beam of sunlight finally broke through the clouds, and Jacob smiled as it perfectly illuminated the woman in front of him. Saint Barbara Howard, Indeed.

#abbott elementary gift exchange #abbott elementary #barbara howard #melissa schemmenti #jacob hill #work wives #melissa x barbara #barbara x melissa

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rewrittenwrongs · 4 months

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Title: What your friends say about me

Rating: general

Warnings: none I think

Word count: 1478

Characters: Nico di Angelo, Will Solace, original characters

Summary: “He never even answers any of our questions about the dude. He just says ‘oh uh, he’s a private guy, he probably won’t like me talking about him’.”

Nico decides not to mention that he’s this mysterious boyfriend Will apparently talks so little about. That warm and disgustingly sappy feeling is back in his chest, curling up happily like a cat choosing him as its perch. He’s glad to know Will isn’t cheating on him, even though he’s never really considered the possibility until it slapped him in the face two seconds ago.

He also purposefully does not mention that he can see Will approaching out of the corner of his eye.

Ao3 link (registered users only): https://archiveofourown.org/works/52900624

Had this gathering dust in Google docs for a while, finally found the motivation to dust it off and finish it today. I like the idea of Will lowkey being some sort of cryptid to his home town.

Nico slides into the seat, scrunching his nose at the stains and splinters interrupting the even finish of the wood. It’s probably to be expected from a community college in the middle of nowhere, especially from a weathered lunch table that probably hasn’t been up to code in years, but he can still complain to himself. Not that the seats at camp are much better.

He shoves some hair away from his ears and slides in his earplugs, selecting his most recent playlist, Zappity Bappity. There’s a lot of music from the past several decades he’s trying to catch up on, and he’s thoroughly enjoying it. He’ll have to thank Leo again for the monster proof devices later.

He debates texting Will that he’s here, but he’ll be in class right now. His teacher certainly won’t appreciate the interruption.

He goes back to playing flappy bird, tapping his ring against the case of his phone every few seconds. The time slips by like molasses through his fingers.

He doesn’t even know what level he’s reached by the time the bell rings, because it startles him so bad his bird plummets to its death. He huffs some hair out of his eyes and finally writes and delivers that text to his boyfriend: a simple ‘ready to go when u r’.

People are already streaming out of the building, crowding the area in droves. Quite a lot of them head straight for the parking lot, ducking into cars while eyeing Nicos’ over-the-top ride. It’s a Lamborghini, something Hades gave him as a half hearted present a few years ago, along with the zombie chauffeur, Jules Albert.

Oh no. Some of the students are heading towards Nico. Abort abort abort abort -

“Hi!” A chipper looking girl with short, bright blue hair slides into the seat opposite him. She’s wearing a brown leather jacket with several pins and patches around her chest and shoulders. A silver moth earring dangles from her right ear, but her left is unpierced.

An athletic boy with red - clearly dyed - hair sits next to her, sporting a black jacket and a band T-shirt. He’s quickly joined by a girl with a bisexual flag pin on the strap of her backpack. She wears a loose flowy dress and her straight hair falls around her face in a brown curtain.

Nico raises his eyebrows slightly. You’d think wearing earbuds would give people the feeling you want to be left alone.

“I’m Imogen,” the blue haired girl continues. “This is Max -“ a nod to the redhead -“and Isabel -“ the girl in the dress waves a little, awkwardly. The names feel familiar to Nico, tickling the back of his brain. Instead of following his usual script of how to talk to people and offering his own name, he just hums noncommittally. They do not get the hint.

Imogen is eyeing him like she hasn’t decided if he’s a snack or a threat yet. “You look new around here. Are you a transfer student?”

Nico, reluctantly, takes out his earbuds now that he sees these strangers aren’t giving up so easily. “I’m just picking up a friend.”

“Oh?” Max leans forward a little, seeming much less guarded than his violently coloured friend. “What’s their name? We might know them.”

Nico hesitates. “Will Solace,” he says eventually, hoping he hasn’t somehow painted a target on his back as a friend of the nerdiest boy alive.

All three people perk up a little, clearly recognising the name. Oh no. Isabel leans forward with sparkling eyes. “Do you know what his deal is?”

Nico stares at her. “What?”

She blushes, realising what she said. “I mean - he’s just weird. He disappeared out of the blue when he was nine, to New York of all places, and left the entire town with no idea how he’s doing or even if he’s alive - only to return ten years later like he never left blabbering about some amazing summer camp.”

“He said he stayed there year round,” Max says. “Who stays at a summer camp during the school year? Is that even possible? And he keeps talking about all these amazing activities and events it had - I’ve never heard of any camps that teach canoeing, archery, woodworking, survival skills, medical training and plays capture the flag every month.” He scoffs, looking more jealous than anything. “He even said they taught sword fighting. Sword. Fighting.”

Imogen looks mildly offended by the entire subject. “And he keeps talking about all these friends he has at camp. I swear to god, he’s referenced like twelve different people and called all of them his siblings, and I know for a fact that he’s an only child.”

Isabell gestures with her hand like Imogen just brought up something vitally important. “And! And - I’ve seen like twelve people ask him out and he always has the same excuse - ‘oh, I’m sorry I have a boyfriend’. ‘Oh, do I know him?’ ‘Nah, he doesn’t live here, he goes to that camp I stayed at’.” She holds her hands like she’s displaying the information on a platter, ‘what the fuck’ written across every inch of her face.

Imogen nods emphatically. “He never even answers any of our questions about the dude. He just says ‘oh uh, he’s a private guy, he probably won’t like me talking about him’.”

He also purposefully does not mention that he can see Will approaching out of the corner of his eye.

“So you don’t believe him?” he asks, because now he’s kind of interested in what this place does and doesn’t know about him.

“No,” Imogen scoffs. “He’s too inconsistent. One moment he’s grumbling about how he’s an idiot who doesn’t know how to take care of himself, later he’s a sentimental sap who got him a book series for his birthday, and then he’s some sort of emo-jock that’s apparently the best sword fighter he’s ever seen -“

“- like there’s any competition,” Max scoffs.

Nico can’t help but grin. He’s definitely blushing. He never knew Will considered him that good at combat, and contrary to popular belief, there is a monumentous amount of competition.

“Hey guys!” Will jogs up to them, bag bouncing on his shoulder as he slides into the seat and shoves himself into Nico’s side. “What’s up? Did you see the lambo?” He nudges Nico’s side a little, making him roll his eyes. Isabel eyes their contact with a slightly raised eyebrow.

“We weren’t, actually,” Max says, turning to stare at the car in question. “But now I’m wondering why.”

“We were talking about you, actually,” Isabel explains.

Will leans his elbows on the table. “Oh?”

“Apparently you’ve got some mysterious boyfriend in New York?” Nico asks casually.

Wills’ eyes light up. “Oh, yes! I do - he’s the coolest guy ever. Literally the hottest guy I know.” The light turns mischievous. “He acts all tough and emotionless but he’s a total cutie at heart.”

Nico scowls, but before he can insist that he absolutely is not a ‘cutie’, thank you very much, Solace, Imogen interrupts. “Seriously!? You talk to this guy about your boyfriend but not us?”

“That’s ‘cause he knows my boyfriend,” Will giggles. He slips a hand under the table to discreetly hold Nico’s hand, resting his head in the other.

It takes a good two seconds before any of their brains reboot enough to digest that information, and once they do they all explode into questions at once.

Nico raises his eyebrows, unimpressed, as Will giggles at his mess of a friend group. They’re talking so fast he can barely understand a word, until Imogen makes a violent shushing motion. They fall into silence as Imogen gives Nico a once over.

“So,” she says eventually, with the tone of a diplomat, “what can you tell us about him?”

Nico pauses, considering.

Then he stands up and steps always from the table. “Actually, I have to go now, we’re on a pretty tight schedule -“

Isabell groans into her hands. Max scoffs “Of course.” Imogen huffs, entirely unimpressed. “Come on! Not even a name?”

Nico starts putting his earbuds back in, dragging Will - who is trying very unsuccessfully not to laugh - towards the nearby car park. He turns around just as they reach it, while Will skips ahead and lets Jules Albert open a door for him, and calls: “One thing I know is that I’m not a cutie!”

He shuts the car door behind him just as they start yelling.

#rewrittenwrongs fic #fan fiction #my writing #dual post #nico di angelo #will solace #riordanverse fanfic #riordanverse #Percy Jackson and the Olympians #no art

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rosafloera · 5 months

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Bad Actor: ComradeKatara (aka Othelo aka Grendelsmilf Aka Noelleakopian)

Previously part of Lesbians4Sokka.

That should already ring some alarm bells, Lesbians4Sokka was a page notorious in the community for some of the most brutal cyberbullying. Think RAPE THREATS! Before I start showing supporting evidence, a disclaimer:

*Let's not add to the situation, do what we can to ignore her and move on. She is a troll that doesn't deserve our attention, nothing will change her mind. There are bigger world problems requiring our focus.

Fun fact: the L4S page IS now ComradeKatara, hovering over the old tag shows

TLDR: ComradeKatara headcanons Katara as a homophobe, constantly mocking/cyberbullying her and anyone who disagrees. In the same breath she is a devout Sokka x Zuko shipper, which is laughable and contradictory.

All ‘evidence’ they have ever provided consists of misinterpretations of canon so illogical it’s pointless to reply to.

Also I’m sure CK doesn’t publicise their Toph and Azula hate and homophobic headcanons that much because Toph and Azula stans are passionate and would rip them apart in a second. Get behind me, Katara. I love you 🥹❤️

CK's FAQ.

She hates Zutara because it's 'racist'. Which is hilarious when we see her ship Zukka. Even the explanation as to why she headcanons Katara as a homophobe, (which she so graciously replaced the entire word with 'straight') beating around the bush and actually explaining nothing at all.

Saying 2 contradictory things in 1 sentence is quite the talent and exposes that she is in constant agony over which side to pander to more. *She is nothing without pandering!* Poor CK doesn't love Katara at all.

In her own words....

'i think CK’s writing proves inconsistent with both the characters and the themes of the show, to an offensive degree. pretty much the only character treated with any sort of respect is momo, and that’s probably because he can’t talk.'

Leave poor Momo alone.

Don't be shy CK. Let it be known you were Lesbians4Sokka.

Lesbians who only hate on women, unsurprisingly have very queerphobic takes. Dear god, do they EVEN like women???

CK reblogged this btw.

At least they're aware?

If only they would leave these characters' names out their mouth, the whole of ATLA actually.

Oh, really. You had no idea when you mercilessly cyberbullied people with your cliques, I assume.

Nor of your lesbians4sokka past, huh?

Peace out.

More proof:

#l4s #lesbians4sokka

https://www.tumblr.com/comradekatara/search/homophobic

Wayback machine just in case lol:

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fruity-phrog · 2 years

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Chapter Two - Eddie

Words: 1433

This is the original post that started this whole thing off and this is chapter one. Enjoy :)

The bell rings as I open the door. Robin is slumped on the counter, looking nearly asleep. She must be awake enough to hear, though, since she shifts upon my entry and mutters into her hand;

“Hi, welcome to Radio Sha- oh, hey Eddie.”

I wave slightly, “‘Sup, Robin. Long night?”

“Yeah,” she says, “I stayed over at the Wheelers’.” She then blinks a few times, like she wasn’t planning on saying that.

“How ‘bout you?” she asks, “Here to purchase some music stuff?”

I scoff, “Eddie Munson does not purchase music stuff. He purchases quality gear. Which he already has.”

“Does he also talk in third person like a douche?”

I stick my tongue out at her, “I’m here coz I’m bored and I want to make your day a little bit more difficult.”

Robin groans, “Go bully Steve. He’s out the back. I just wanna sleep.”

I grin in thanks and walk in the direction of Robin’s jabbing thumb. “You’re gonna get fired.” I call over my shoulder. Robin flips me off.

I open the door to the back room. Steve is sorting through boxes, humming the tune to Master Of Puppets along with the sound from his headphones. I click the door closed, tiptoe behind him and pull him into an embrace. This elicits a yelp as he turns to face me, pulling his headphones down.

“Hey Harrington.” I say in a sing-song tone, grinning. Steve smiles too, in spite of himself.

“Hi babe.” he responds, quietly. While I’m not too bothered about Hawkins figuring out I’m so obviously gay, Steve is still coming to terms with the fact that he’s bisexual. So we keep it quiet for him. Don’t tell people when we’re alone with each other, always keep someone in between us when we’re in a bigger group, and only…hang out…at my place. God forbid we go to his house. His hard-core Christian, mentally abusive and all-round dickish parents would take one look at me and report me for murder.

Again.

“Aw, did I scare you?” I ask, tugging at Steve’s shirt and bringing him close. I love this closeness between us; this lack of space we can get when we’re alone. Steve lays his arms on my shoulders, staring down at me from his three centimeters extra height. His cheesy grin stretches across his lips, and my eyes light up because God, I love that grin. I’ve loved it since I sat behind Robin two years ago, watching her watching him. It shows a side most people wouldn’t know Steve has - the side concerned with loving, not fighting or protecting or attacking. I lean forward on my tiptoes, lips closing in on his. Steve’s eyes dart toward the door.

“Stevie, she’s basically asleep.” I say imploringly. Steve smiles, his eyes trained back onto me, and grabs me around the waist. Laughing under his breath, he scoops me up and places me onto one of the boxes behind the door, so I’m a few centimeters above him. Then he kisses me. His fingers weave through my hair, tucking annoying strands behind my ear. I love it when he plays with my hair. I love it when he does a lot of things. I love him. So, in response, I cup his face in my hands. My legs wrap around his torso as his fingers dip ever so slightly under the neckline of my tee. Laughter bubbles in my throat.

I want to mess with his hair the way he messes with mine, but I know he’d hate that, so instead I keep a hand where it is and run my thumb over his defined jawline. The other hand moves to his chest, pressing against his beating heart. I wonder how fast my heart is beating. I hate to admit it, but I’m still smitten by the legendary Steve Harrington. Especially when I’m making out with him.

The door opens with an unoiled creak and we jump apart as Robin enters the room, humming the tune of Running Up That Hill and swinging keys from one finger. Steve grabs a random box and begins picking through it as I slide along the rows, putting a nice, safe, platonic distance between us two. Robin doesn’t even notice.

“Yep, I’ve got it, sir!” she calls over her shoulder. Then she sees me, acting incredibly suspicious.

“Hey,” she says, “You two wanna close up early, head over to the new mall?”

I shrug nonchalantly and Steve bumps his head against the shelf as he straightens up. “Sure.” we say at the same time. Robin raises an eyebrow before leaving the room.

Me and Steve exchange a glance and exit the room together - alone, together. Robin is just sending the balding man on his way and changing the sign on the door.

“What about the customers?” Steve asks.

“What customers?” Robin replies, and it’s true - not many people trust the random new tech store in town. Not many people trust anything new in town. I’m still kinda salty about that whole ideal, to be honest.

We drive to the mall in vague silence, with Steve’s fingers tapping out the beat to a song on the steering wheel. The short ride, however, ends in quite a lot of swearing from Steve’s annoyance that they still haven’t fixed the potholes around the shops. Robin hits her head against the window in frustration.

“Steve, it doesn’t matter.” she groans. Steve ignores her and I flick his hair. Just because. His eyes furrow in annoyance but his lips turn upward.

Not that I was staring at his lips or anything.

Sunlight streams onto my face from the second I leave the car. Robin trips ahead, her energy suddenly recovered, and I link my little finger ever so slightly with Steve’s. He looks up at me and I grin teasingly before catching up with Robin.

Steve and Robin lead me down to the new Scoops Ahoy, and we sit down in a back booth. I examine the uniform the weary kid on the till is wearing and laugh.

“No way,” I exclaim, “did Steve Harrington wear that.”

Robin punches his arm, “He absolutely hated it. Said it was messing up his game with the chicks.”

“Because it was!” Steve whines. I lean back.

“I mean,” I say, locking eyes with him, “I reckon a girl would find him cute in that outfit. Hot, even. If I was a girl, I’d probably come in just to see him.” Steve goes red and I chuckle inwardly. Oh, we have fun.

Robin goes up to get some ice creams.

“So, you’d think I’d look good in those uniforms?” Steve asks.

“Oh, totally.” I respond, “I always knew you’d suit the sailor’s-pet-monkey vibe.” Steve throws a napkin at me.

“Listen,” I say, scooting closer. Still a good distance, mind you, but close enough to lower my voice in the loud mall, “I know you were pretty final about it, but…are you sure we can’t trust Robin? I feel like she’d want to know, and I kinda want to tell her.”

Steve bites his lip, staring off into space. No need to actually say what I’m talking about - its presence hangs in the air whenever we’re around other people.

“She’s your closest friend,” I continue, “And you’d think she wouldn’t care, considering you guys were tortured in a secret Russian base together.”

Steve fiddles with his hands, “I dunno, Ed,” he says, “I’m almost certain she’ll be cool but…I dunno.”

I place a hand over his, blocking the movement from the sight of the rest of the cafe with my back. He stops fidgeting and looks at me instead. “It’s ok,” I say, “You can take your time. I’ll never be frustrated that you don’t want to come out yet. Yeah?”

“...yeah…”

I smile, “I just feel bad that you don’t get the reputation of Eddie Munson’s boyfriend. No one would mess with you.” Steve scoffs,

“You mean no one would mess with you.”

Robin returns with ice-creams in cones - mint for her, strawberry for Steve and chocolate for me. I realize we never actually asked for any flavors.

“Oh, I guessed.” Robin says when I bring it up, “Didn’t want to interrupt your conversation once I got to the front.”

“Thanks, Rob.” Steve says, then, “What is this?!”

Robin resumes her seat, “I know, right? These guys are nothing on us!”

“The sphere’s all droopy,” Steve says, rotating his cone, “the cone is cracked, they’ve obviously left the freezer open too long.”

This goes on for half an hour.

As promised, tagging @bvleraddict @remarkablelightening @rel312 @dasnagon @uwujinniee @bethhiraeth @canarygecko

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #robin buckley #platonic stobin

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selintemel · 1 year

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hello, hello again! i’m back with my third bby, selin! more about my horse girl can be found under the cut!

[ özge yağız, cis woman, she/her ] - was that SELIN TEMEL i saw by the lighthouse today? i heard that the TWENTY-SIX year old who has been in nightrest for A MONTH and works as an EQUESTRIAN & RIDING INSTRUCTOR has a reputation of being HARD-WORKING, but also CLOSED OFF. they reside in LOW POINT & people in town usually associate them with SPENDING HOURS WITH HER HORSE OUT ON THE OPEN FIELD, KEEPING HER CIRCLE TIGHT & WATCHING THE SUNRISE. let’s hope the killer doesn’t go after them next.

trigger warning: physical abuse mention

BASICS

full name: selin temel

nickname: sel

date of birth: february 6, 1997

gender: cis woman

pronouns: she/her

occupation: equestrian & riding instructor

birthplace: salem, massachusetts

sexuality: bisexual

height: 5′3″

relationship status: uhhh it’s very complicated

BACKGROUND

she’s part of a rich af family who owns the biggest stables in salem that breeds and trains horses and hosts the horse race every year (it's gambling free but lbr her family has this underground betting ring that people only with big bucks can wager in)

her family is all about one thing and one thing only: their image

they’re the picture perfect southern, horse and football-loving family but there’s so much that happens behind closed doors

(physical abuse tw) outwardly, her father is a very joyous, domineering personality (has the vibes of a local politician, if you will) but behind closed doors, he lays his hands on her mother sometimes when she says something out of turn or does something he doesn’t like

selin never understood why she never left??? and there’s definitely some resentment in there because while her father has never actually hit her as she grew up (just held onto her arms too tightly or yanked her back roughly a couple of times) and even though she was younger, she knew that wasn’t okay

this image that they’re trying to show the world is so FAKE and selin hates everything about it

it doesn’t help that her mother sometimes takes out her frustration on her, making selin feel like she’s drowning in her mother’s expectations. she has to be the smartest, the prettiest, the wittiest, the nicest in the room and it’s exhausting

she’s an award-winning equestrian and has been since she was younger but doesn’t compete as much anymore

a year ago, she got back with her ex-boyfriend, adler barnes, eventually getting married. it was a very simple (slightly secret because not a lot of people knew) ceremony

(physical abuse tw) she came clean to her parents about it and her dad laid his hands on her because he did not approve of any of it. of adler, of the marriage. it was this big mess and she was battered and bruised until her older brother got her out of there

with her brother’s help, they took pictures of everything. with her brother having been a witness and with her mother also willing to testify, they had a case against their dad

it was an incredibly public trial and because of it, selin was just tired

she pushed everyone away. gone was the sweet, timid woman who just wanted to spend time with her horses and her friends. her heart is now locked up. her dad laying hands on her changed everything for her

she doesn’t care who she hurts in the process as long as she doesn’t get hurt again

and the fact that the trial was so public because their family name is well-known in the equestrian and horse breeding community just made her revert into herself even more

she handed adler divorce papers, moved away from home (just to nightrest which is just like a 15 minute drive away but still) because she needed to distance herself from what had just happened to her family

PERSONALITY TRAITS

+ devoted, passionate, responsible

- unforgiving, standoffish, selfish

ANYTHING ELSE

she used to be such a southern belle who just wants to ride her horses, watch football, have fun and be with her friends

she’s definitely not that anymore. she still loves her horses A LOT but she’s really... mean now

she feels very unsettled about what happened with her family and WILL get incredibly mad if the trial or her dad (who’s now locked up for domestic battery) is mentioned

definitely a morning person and wakes up early to go to the stables

their stables offers horseback riding lessons and she teaches that sometimes too

she travels a lot !!!! because her family is still incredibly rich even with her dad locked up

also went to wardwell academy!!

coffee is absolutely everything. she inhales it

is technically still married because the divorce papers haven’t been signed yet but she’s already living with someone else oops

used to sleep around sO

WANTED PLOTS

her bestie/ride or die !!!!

girl gang

family friends

her older brother (will be sending a wc to the main)

ex-friends

enemies

one night stand

ex-flings

childhood best friends

what could have been but she bailed on them pretty quickly

high school sweetheart

first time/first kiss, etc

drinking buddies

bad influence

people who took up horseriding lessons

i’m more than willing to plot more things !!!!!

#nightrest:intro #physical abuse tw

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izzywalker · 2 years

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full name — ysabel virginia walker

nickname(s) — iz, izzy. people used to call her belle and her sister bette, but she hated it and insisted on being called izzy.

age — twenty-two

date of birth — september 2nd

place of birth — havenhill

current location — havenhill

gender — cis woman

pronouns — she / her

sexual orientation — bisexual

religion — atheist

occupation — student. she was accepted into the masters program for astrophysics, but deferred it after her sister was found murdered. currently she has a part time job at the library - mainly so she could access their resources for her own investigation.

education level — she has two bachelor of science degrees: physics and astronomy

residence — currently with her parents, although she has her own apartment near her school.

family — michael ‘mickey’ walker, father. virginia ‘ginny’ walker, mother. kenneth ‘laser’ walker, big brother. bette walker, little sister, deceased.

finances — izzy knew that her ambitions meant her education would be expensive. she applied to every scholarship she could so her parents wouldn’t have to pay for it. being valedictorian gave her an advantage and her commitment to various school clubs paid off. she ended up with more than enough money to cover her tuition, and then some.

languages — english

faceclaim / voiceclaim — yandeh sallah

misc. —

she always had big ambitions and parents who supported her dreams. as the middle child, she didn’t make a lot of fuss or give them reasons to worry. she was the reliable, responsible, and consistent one.

independent and withdrawn, she didn’t get involved in the social scene beyond the bare minimum required. she was in a lot of clubs, but it took a lot of convincing to get her out of the house after 9pm. she was always hyper-focused on academia and never understood the worth of making a lot of friends.

her demeanor is typically dry and sarcastic. she can come off stuck up or condescending at times, but she’s (mostly) grown out her arrogance.

she hasn’t fully processed what happened to bette. instead of opening up to someone or taking time to grieve, she’s turned all of her energy to finding out what happened. it’s become such an obsession that her life revolves around it. she’s put her entire career and future on hold so she can fully focus on her investigation. it doesn’t bother her to talk about her sister, but she deflects from emotional angles and redirects the attention on the case itself.

the circle of friends she keeps might be small, but she’s incredibly loyal to them. izzy doesn’t trust easy and she has a guard up, but she would do absolutely anything for the people she loves.

she’s the “i’m fine” friend

she plays the cello

twizzlers and caramel popcorn are her theater snacks of choice

her style is more relaxed but also unique; she had a brief punk phase and kept the nose ring for a while. it was her second act of rebellion.

the first was going to a party with her brother laser. while he wasn’t looking, she ended up eating seven brownies before someone told her they were laced with LSD.

#iz; be less curious about people and more curious about ideas #about

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scoops-stevie-archive · 1 year

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✨ stranger things fic rec pt 2 ✨

part 1 | part 3

happy new year!

mostly steddie with some ronance/fruity four/platonic stobin sprinkled in. heed the ratings, there's a healthy amount of smut.

fics in this installment: 66 fics in total: 196

as per usual:

-all fics are in alphabetical order -please tell me if the links are broken/linked wrong

more fic recs my own works

and, as always, please leave kudos and comments, and reblog this post!

i adore you (i want you) - T, 1.4k, 1/1 vivahate

“Don’t.” Dustin hisses up at him, palm still pressing against Eddie’s stomach. “Can you guys not be gross at least when we’re here?” Nobody else even cares, Eddie thinks sullenly but he’s still too busy staring longingly at his boyfriend to manage replying at the same time. Dustin’s look of annoyance turns into one of disgust and Eddie subconsciously touches a hand to the corner of his mouth. According to Robin he tends to drool sometimes when he’s looking at Steve. That doesn’t seem to be the case now though and he doesn’t even get a word in before Dustin’s groaning. All loud and dramatic.

I Held the Hand of the Devil - E, 3.7, 1/1 CapricornBookworm

Eddie looked up at Steve with those stupid big beautiful puppy-dog eyes, and Steve couldn’t decide if he’d rather kiss Eddie’s nose or fuck him into a mattress. Either way, he wanted Eddie Munson.

i just want coffee for breakfast - M, 1.5k, 1/1 skeletaldarling

Eddie and Steve, a few weeks after the beginning of their relationship, being soft and sweet in Steve's kitchen, making plans for the future.

i know what you are steve harrington - T, series soleum

Short, unrelated stories about Steve and Eddie

i made this mess with love. - E, 3.9k, 1/1 througheden (@thefreakandthehair)

“If you so much as fucking look at him again, I will hunt you to the ends of the earth like the dog you are and I will put you down.” He grits out through his teeth, watching as the other man’s eyes grow large. Steve drinks in the terror behind them and imagines how unhinged he must look to the others. He briefly considers not dropping his arm when the other man starts to sputter and choke. Eddie’s voice rings out somewhere near him. “Jesus H. Christ, what the fuck is going on?!”

I Starve Without You On My Lips - E, 4.4k, 1/1 god_hates_tyler (@bisexual-cryptid)

Eddie visits Steve on a particularly slow day at Scoops Ahoy, and then fucks him in the back room.

I use my own two hands (I rip up all of the seams) - M, 1.7k, 1/1 writerbri

Eddie senses something is wrong. He knows Steve, right down to the marrow of his bones. He knows when the tears that slip down his cheeks are the good kind of tears. He knows how he shudders and trembles when it’s good. He knows how heated his skin gets, when he twists and writhes and begs for more. But he’s silent, and he’s crying, and he’s cold to the touch. And nothing is right.

I want to run, I want to hide (I wanna tear down these walls that hold me inside) - E, 2/2 Gorgeousgreymatter

“You want me that bad, Munson?” It’s not what he’d been intending to say, but it comes out anyway. Maybe because part of him just wants to see what Eddie’s going to do. Maybe he will just open up his mouth right here and take a bite. Kind of feels like that’s what Eddie might do when his gaze turns wolfish, his eyes almost entirely black. “I don’t think you want to play this game with me, Stevie.”

i was made for lovin' you, baby - E, series joehardys

Steve and Eddie finding each other in the aftermath of Vecna.

I Wasn't Born Flawed - G, 1.4k, 1/1 jadeluvr

Her shaking arm was pushing open the door before her brain was registering it, and as soon as the bell rang, Steve eyes were gazing over her dishevelled vest with perceptible concern. Eventually, he caught sight of her tear stained face with her red eyes to match, and he was already hopping over the counter to flip the Open sign to Closed. OR: after robin was mocked and bullied for being a lesbian, she went to steve for comfort.

i wave goodbye to the end of beginning (goodbye) - N/A, 35k, 1/1 steveharringtoned

Eddie Munson has been going steady with Steve Harrington for a little while now. He’s learned to expect the occasional disturbance. In which he observes: 5 times Steve helps the kids, +1 time they help him.

I'd Meet You Where The Spirit Meets The Bones - E, 15k, 1/1 aaliona

Steve doesn't mean to go off his suppressants when the Venca stuff happens, but it triggers a full-blown heat. Joyce wants to blame this new alpha around him, but instead she watches from afar as both boys figure out what they want from each other and whether they're allowed to want it. Steve's trying to get through his heat, knowing the man he wants might be dying in the other room. And Eddie? Eddie just wants Steve.

I'm Crazy for Loving You - E, 6.1k, 1/1 yilinglazy (@jiangwrongcurator)

"So, tell me about these 'details.' The worst that can happen is I run screaming for the hills." "You're annoying." "And you love me anyway." Steve grinned, kissing the top of Eddie's head. It took a little more coaxing, but eventually, Eddie opened up a little bit, and when Steve didn't immediately resort to disgust, the trickle became a waterfall. It was a little alarming, the things that he said, but Steve did his best to contain any negative reaction. He wasn't disgusted per se, but he was definitely perplexed. The logistics of what Eddie was describing were lost on him, but as he listened, he became curious.

i'm lost in admiration, could i need you this much? - E, 7.2, 1/1 ransomsleftnipple

Being with Eddie has opened Steve up to so many desires he didn't know he had, desires hidden behind thinking he was straight, behind thinking he's not allowed to like these things. Eddie's always the confident one, the one who starts things, who suggests things, who reads Steve like a book and still asks if everything's okay. Steve wants to be the brave one this time. Hense, buying the skirt.

i've got you. - T, 1.1k, 1/1 througheden (@thefreakandthehair)

“Stevie, can you hear me in there?” Eddie asks, his head resting back against the door. He opts to pull both knees back up, splaying out a bit to either side as he wraps his arms around them. Silence and more whooshing of the water is the only response Eddie gets. He sighs and drops his head to stare down at the carpet beneath him. It breaks his heart, seeing Steve hurt like this.

if you'll come with me - G, 2k, 1/1 kingofsoftstyle

steve has an idea he wants to bring up to eddie that will drastically change their relationship.

ill stop the world and melt with you - T, 1.1k, 1/1 perseuswrites

“What happened?” Steve looks down and frowns, opening his mouth and closing it a few times before looking back up at Eddie teary eyed and Eddie holds his face, “Hey it’s okay, you can’t talk? Is that it? That’s alright. How about you just nod or shake your head okay?” Steve nods. or steve gets drunk after having a nightmare about eddie, eddie takes care of him

in the quiet of loving him - T, 5.5k, 1/1 Wispie

Will returns from Lenora. He hears about Eddie's guitar solo to save the world. He learns that he is not alone and that it's okay to love yourself.

Aka Will sees Eddie flirting with Steve, has a crisis over it, and they have a conversation where Will is told things he should have heard years ago.

In Your Holy Water - E, 4.3k, 1/1 god_hates_tyler (@bisexual-cryptid)

Eddie calls Steve his girlfriend jokingly, before realizing that Steve is very into it. Then they fuck about it. That's the fic. It's just Eddie calling Steve a good girl while fucking him senseless.

it all fell down (it all fell down) - T, 1.9k, 1/1 Mighty_Huntress

El can’t find them. They aren’t answering their walkie talkies. Erica said Lucas told her they were going to “their” spot, but every “spot” checked has been empty. Nancy, Jonathan, Joyce—they’re all clinging to the thinnest threads of sanity because El can tell they’re alive, she just can’t find them, but that only helps so much because his boys are missing. His boys are missing, and there’s no danger in swinging range. Steve’s hands continue to shake.

it better be black, it better be tight, it better be just my size - E, 6.5k, 1/1 trashmouthing

eddie helps steve clean his bedroom.

it must be something in the water - E, 13k, 1/1 rosefire

“Oh my god,” Steve said, panic threading his voice, “Oh my god oh my god —” “Hey, dude, relax, okay, we’re gonna — they’re gonna figure out we’re stuck in here and get us out. We’re gonna be fine,” Eddie said, actively tamping down the wave of frustration rising up in him. He felt his lips pull back from his teeth, a little, slamming the button for the lobby over and over, pressing the emergency call button, remembering he didn’t have his phone. He was too close to his fucking rut for this shit. “We’ve just gotta calm the fuck down —” “No,” Steve whined, “I — I can’t —” and Eddie whipped his head around, alarmed. Steve was flushed now, and the faint sheen on his face had been upgraded to actual beads of sweat, pooling at his temples. His pupils were dilated, and while Eddie stood, frozen, because he’d never in his life heard Steve sound like that, Steve shouldered off his backpack and unzipped his windbreaker with shaking hands, still gasping for air. “Hey, Steve, dude, we’re gonna be fine,” Eddie tried again, only then Steve whipped his windbreaker off his shoulders towards him and Eddie got a face full of his scent, and that wasn’t just warm rising off of him, that was heat.

it still hurts underneath my scars - E, 4.5k, 1/1 writerbri

"I’m so sorry.” “Shh,” Eddie says, a strain in his voice as he shakes his head. “I know, baby. I feel it too. But we’re okay. You have to know that.” Steve nods, swallowing the lump in his throat. He knows it now, even if he let his doubt run the show for a while there. “I love you,” he says, needing Eddie to hear it.

It's Times Like These (You Learn to Love Again) - T, 2/2 Fitzgi

"What the fuck happened to you, Steve?" Dustin asked, his voice soft for once. Steve's eyes slowly moved over to look at the teenager. He laughed humorlessly and shrugged his shoulders. "I won a fight." OR Steve ends up beaten and blooded at Eddie's door and the Munsons take care of their own.

It's you and me (won't be unhappy) - E, 2/3 Gwendolyn

Then they’re coming out of the trees and the land suddenly opens up before them, and Eddie pulls up to a spot of bare grass where the land is high and the brilliant sunset is perfectly spread out before them, unspoiled by electric poles or buildings. Eddie rolls the windows all the way down to let in the evening breeze and turns off the car. “Pretty, huh?” Eddie says, and Steve looks over at him, face lit up and glowing with the soft colors of the sky. “Yeah,” Steve replies, not moving his gaze from Eddie and feeling like he’s in some cheesy romance movie. He can’t help it. Or, Eddie teaches Steve more about sex, but then they realize this isn't just sex.

kids in the dark - M, series FagurFiskur

“Just relax.” Eddie runs his fingers through Steve’s hair and okay, that actually feels kind of nice. “This is happening, so you might as well enjoy it.” Robin laughs. “You’re gonna look so pretty, Steve.” “I’m gonna kill all of you,” Steve mutters but he sits still and lets Eddie muss up his hair probably beyond all recognition. “Seriously, none of this better leave this room.”

Kiss You - G, 2k, 1/1 Phineasflynns

Steve flips the two sandwiches sizzling in the pan and then turns to face Eddie, brows drawn up slightly in an expression the metalhead can’t quite place. That happens a lot lately -more often than not- Eddie will catch Steve looking at him, and it’s always the same look on his face that Eddie can’t seem to figure out. It makes his heart pound and his palms sweaty in spite of his confusion.

La Vie en Rose (Someday) - G, 1.4k, 1/1 Sleepdeprivedandfailingschool

An early morning in the Munson trailer. Or: Steve and Eddie being happy/domestic little shits :]

Lay All You Love On Me - T, 1.9k, 1/1 shigaswift

Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson are very protective of each other. Jason Carver really shouldn't have messed with them.

layer by layer, the framework was formed - G, series MacksDramaticShenanigans (@hotcocoaharrington)

eddie and steve, through the eyes of wayne

Let Me Be the Portable Heater - T, 3.8k, 1/1 kikisifi13

Okay, so maybe Steve’s gone a few extra miles past what was necessary. He hasn’t just *acquired* the tea. He’s already steeped it with a couple more spoonfuls of honey and put it in a thermos. And he hasn’t just acquired *tea*. He’d also bought chicken-noodle soup and orange juice from the supermarket, along with some surplus tissues and Nyquil. They’re sitting now in the passenger seat of the beemer, secured by a fuzzy throw blanket that rarely left the Harringtons’ linen closet. Steve has just pulled into the trailer park, noting the absence of the van in the driveway. Wayne must be at work, meaning that Eddie is alone. 'Not for long,' Steve thinks to himself. Eddie comes down with a head cold only days away from a Hellfire session, but Steve isn't going to let him suffer alone. Not after everything that Eddie has done for him.

let's make love in the summertime - E, 1.5k, 1/1 bittlebarnes

It’s hot today. Honestly, it’s got to be at least 100 degrees. The air conditioning in their complex can barely keep up with the heat and Steve has already sweated his way through his tank top. A little heat’s never stopped Eddie though. -or- Eddie slow fucks Steve with a strap during a heatwave.

Like The Beat Of A Heart - N/A, 9.1k, 1/1 BlackUnicorn

“And you must be Will the Wise,” Eddie greeted him when the other kids had finally let go. “I heard all about you.” Will the Wise arched a single eyebrow at him. “You did.” It wasn't even a question, the kids voice dry and doubtful. Will kind of hated him, Eddie thought, and then immediately wondered what he'd done to deserve that because while he was very used to random strangers hating him for no fucking reason, he'd kind of hoped this particular random stranger would be an exception to the rule. Joke was on the kid, though, because Eddie loved a challenge. “Most powerful wizard in all the land,” he said, cracking a smile that he hoped was disarming enough as he offered his hand. Will glanced at it for a moment, then at his face, his eyes narrowed ever so slightly. Assessing him. Eddie wasn’t too worried, though, simply wiggled his fingers and waited for Will to make the next move. He did. A surprisingly strong hand grabbed his own, shaking it firmly. “By the by,” Eddie tagged on in a low voice so that only Will could hear, planning to go all in, “I personally thought Zombie Boy was a pretty badass name.”

like you wanted it forever - T, 1.6k, 1/1 cpressmn

Steve is too much, and it’s not fair, and now they might die and Steve might hate him forever if they both even make it out of this, but Eddie can’t bring himself to care. They’re already in hell, so why not? “Yeah?” Steve’s still staring at him, expectant. His mouth is turned down in concern and Eddie doesn’t feel like resisting anymore. “Hey, man, you alr—” He strides forward, determined, and grabs a stunned Steve by his cheeks before pressing their lips together.

Love Without Strings - T, 5.4k, 1/1 sillylittleclowndude

Hopper sighed out, “Getting used to getting your face beat in is not something that you should have ever had to deal with. You or Robin.” “Oh no, it’s really okay, Hop, I swear. It’s like, kind of my job, ya know?” “I’m sorry?” Hopper spoke up, looking at Steve’s face like he thought he may have misheard. The rest of the crew also turned to look at Steve with confusion on their faces. Or Steve doesn’t realize that his friends didn’t know about what happened in the underground Russian base and everything spills out when Hopper mentions his time in a Russian prison.

Love, let me see my way back to you - E, series StarsHideYourFires

Eddie Munson and Steve Harrington were high school sweethearts, separated by circumstance. Thanks to their meddling twelve-year-old twins, they have reunited and have the chance to work at being the family they always wanted to be.

Mallrat - E, 3/3 ozwrites

Eddie Munson is the furthest thing from a mallrat. But there are three very persistent 14-year-olds tugging on his sleeve, begging him to take them to Starcourt after school. ‘The Game Player’ has D&D dice and the kids, the actual mallrats, want to go. Who is he to deny them this simple joy? Eddie takes Mike, Dustin, and Lucas to the nerd store. On the way back to the lot, they pass The Gap, Zales, Jazzercise, and- “Jesus Christ, dude is that Steve?!”

Man Of My (Wet) Dreams - E, 14k, 1/1 xeoncain666

“Oh, you like when I call you princess?” Steve nodded with a whimper. “How about baby? Sweetheart? Honey?” It felt like Steve’s brain was being overloaded and about to self-destruct. “All of it, Eddie. Everything you say drives me up the fucking wall.”

mark my skin, use your teeth - E, series Adure (@toburnup)

Eddie's holding the tattoo needle, arms splattered with ink, and he's pressing the tip to Steve's skin. Dragging it along to form a curved line, right over his chest, across his beating heart.

maybe a kiss before i leave you this way - E, 5.7k, 1/1 ruinations

“Don’t you have work?” “Yeah,” Steve confirms, blinking owlishly, innocently, “but I want to make a baby with you.” - Steve wants a baby and Eddie tries his damndest to give him one.

Melt - E, 2k, 1/1 Blapblaps

Steve’s gotta wake up to get ready for work soon, and Eddie’s in the habit of waking him up in the mornings since he’s always the first to crack open his eyes. Eddie woke up this morning with the aftertaste of Steve in his mouth, and he needs Steve on top of him before he goes, just for a little while.

melt your headache's, call it home - G, 3.8k, 1/1 PoolToast22

Steve squeezed his eyes shut. They felt tender and bruised like an apple dropped on the ground, soft to the touch and ever visible beneath the darkened flesh. The muscles in his jaw, his temple, his forehead, they all ached. Tension stretched his skin thin like a day-old sunburn. He didn't fucking have time for this. With a deep breath, he opened them. Sunlight accosted him, sending a pulsing awareness through his skull. Where were his fucking sunglasses? - AKA the one where Steve gets a headache but Eddie helps take care of him

Misjudged Your Limits - T, 3.2k, 1/1 kikisifi13

"According to Robin, the first signs that Steve was getting a migraine were the little things, things that would seem normal if they were coming from anyone else. Steve had walked into Family Video that morning fifteen minutes late, wearing sunglasses and clutching a thermos of coffee. And sure, it was summer. But the knowing glance that Robin shot Eddie told him this wasn’t that." After being beaten up one too many times, Steve Harrington has some head trauma to show for it. This also means migraines, which he tries his best to avoid displaying. 3 months into dating Eddie Munson, that particular situation becomes unavoidable, and when Steve is forced to be vulnerable, Eddie doesn't know what the hell he's supposed to do. Cue Robin leading Eddie through Caring For Steve's Migraines: A Comprehensive Guide. TW: headaches, nausea, vomiting

Mutual Future (Reapeat) - T, 6k, 1/1 sidekickjoey (@sidekickjoey)

It's Hawkins, Indiana. November 1983. Again. By some grace, our gang has a second chance at life - some literally. Faced with a chance to do it all over again, many choose to spend their time finally acting like kids and enjoying the childhood they were deprived of for three years. Steve Harrington, on the other hand, returns with a long to-do list of things he needs to change. To make up for. To fix. First on that list? Finding Eddie Munson, and single-handedly making up for everything bad that ever happened to the man with three little words: "Is that Metallica?"

my hands are tied - T, 1.5k, 1/1 lesbianrobin

As their kiss deepens, Steve goes to reach for Eddie's hair, and freezes as the black bandana around his wrists binds them together. Eddie smiles against his lips and leans back to whisper, "What'cha trying to do there, Stevie?" Steve's heart stutters in his chest. He can feel goosebumps starting to form on his arms as Eddie pushes them above his head, wrists still bound, and presses himself back to Steve's chest and continues to kiss him. Steve tries to focus on Eddie's lips, on Eddie's hands cradling his face, even though he can feel the fabric binding his wrists together and the way they press against each other, his pulse seemingly magnified by the dual pounding of each artery, and it's fine, it's okay, he can focus on Eddie and the faint smell of laundry detergent and cigarettes, and Eddie's weight in his lap, and Steve is fine. - (he's not fine)

My Hands Have Made Some Good Mistakes. (They Can Always Make Better Ones.) - G, 2.3k, 1/1 Atlas_M_33

The first time that Eddie notices, they’re trekking through the woods looking for some kind of gate, though it's not until a few minutes later that he realizes what it was that stood out to him. For all that he was very much a jock, Harrington’s still a rich kid who shouldn’t have had to work a day in his life, cruising through on his daddy’s reputation, but there were calluses, rough and prominent, on his palm where their hands touched. (Five times Eddie notices Steve Harrington's hands, and one time Steve thinks about Eddie’s.)

My Heart's In Bloom - G, 2k, 1/1 harperfinkle

“And these are for me?” Eddie looks at him like he’s just grown a second head. “Well… yeah,” Steve smiles, and Eddie’s brain suddenly stops working. OR: Steve keeps giving Eddie flowers.

Need Your Love So Bad - E, 2/2 Blapblaps

Something’s up with Steve today. He’s been working all week and too tired to think about himself, but there’s something else there, too. Eddie takes it upon himself to cater to his needs; make him feel safe, loved, and desired.

Never A Thank You - T, 2k, 1/1 Arrival_Of_Dawn

Being the babysitter is a thankless job, but Steve wouldn't trade it for anything because damn if he doesn't love his kids. At least he has Eddie by his side to make everything better. And for some reason Eddie really likes the way Steve looks when he's covered in blood.

new times, cause old ones aren't really us - M, 4k, 1/1 saturnatlast, thoselittlelights

His heart has been swelling and he wants a shower but he can't pull himself out of this coma that Steve playing the piano, always so hauntingly beautifully, draws him into, like the stars are the sky and the sky is the fucking stars.

No Rest for the Wicked and Horny - E, 2.4k, 1/1 HopelessRomantic_12

“You beg so nicely for me. And I know you would be so good. But I also think it’s pretty selfish of you to ask me to sacrifice my precious sleep just so you can get off. So how ‘bout I make you a deal?” They’ve been together long enough for Steve to know how evil Eddie can be with his games, but he has to admit his interest is piqued. Eddie doesn’t wait for him to respond before continuing. “I’ll keep my hand right here,” he strokes Steve through his pants to emphasize his words, “and you can move around all you want. But if you don’t come within… let’s say 60 seconds, we might just have to wait until morning to solve your little problem.” Steve’s eyes widen with understanding. His cock twitches with understanding, too. 60 seconds? Steve supposes he must have gotten off that fast before, and he’s definitely on his way there right now—but still, a lot is on the line here. He takes a deep breath, ready for the challenge. “When does my time start?” Eddie’s eyes flicker, complimented by a devilish grin. “Now.” *** Or: Steve can't sleep and Eddie makes him a deal.

nothing's gonna harm you (not while i'm around) - T, 2.8k, 1/1 judasofsuburbia

when max mayfield shows up at eddie munson's door after a nightmare, the last thing she expects to see is steve harrington staring back at her. or steve and eddie being the big brothers that max deserves.

now and forever - E, series FromTheEmbers

Eddie Munson is everything Steve is not supposed to want in an alpha. It doesn't make him want him any less. Following the lives of Steve, Eddie and their children through the years.

Obey Your Master - E, 9k, 1/1 goldenringboy

If Eddie Munson was asked a year ago– hell, even a month ago– if he ever imagined Steve Harrington, the King of Hawkins High, sitting around a scratched up table in a dingy basement with a bunch of high school kids playing fucking Dungeons and Dragons, well he’d ask what drugs you were on and where he could get some. ___ Steve plays D&D for the first time. It goes about as well as you expected.

Odds and Ends - T, 5.4k, 1/1 kikisifi13

The plan is this: Steve is supposed to take the kids to see the newest Star Trek movie this Friday. The problem is this: Steve is due for a migraine. sequel to "Misjudged Your Limits"

On and on - T, 9/9 Belladonnax

After Nancy calls him bullshit, Steve finds another party. He decides to keep drinking. He's not too sure how he ends up curled up with Eddie Munson but he's kind of glad he did. It quickly becomes the best thing that could have happened to him.

On Your Knees When You Look At Me - E, 5.1k, 1/1 god_hates_tyler (@bisexual-cryptid)

Steve tries on his uniform for his new job at Scoops Ahoy, just to make sure it fits. When he shows his boyfriend, he has an unexpected reaction to it. (i.e. he thinks it's very hot.)

one ring to rule them all - T, 1.7k, 1/1 arrowxsun

Steve was already down on one knee when Eddie looked at him again, the concrete hot against his skin. Eddie’s eyes widened. “Get up, Harrington.” Steve smiled. He could feel his hands shaking. “Why Munson, you usually like it when I’m on my knees for you” or: Steve, Eddie and Dustin go watch The Fellowship of the Ring together when it comes out and Steve has something planned.

paint me in trust - E, 5k, 1/1 jojojokestar

It's Steve's first time getting stoned, and he wants to try something new. He's completely blown away by the results.

paper rings - M, 2k, 1/6 sam_writes_fics

Eddie picks up his head just enough to prop his chin up on Steve’s chest. “Looking at what?” “Your rings,” Steve answers easily, staring down at the silver bands sitting on three of Eddie’s fingers. “I’ve never really looked at them before. Not up close.” // 5+1 times Steve and Eddie talk about rings.

paradise in a new light - E, 2/2 spoilerings

Steve doesn’t even have time to think about it before his body decides for him, and he kneels unceremoniously down on the carpet between Eddie’s open legs. He has no clue where the urge comes from, and he can’t help but notice that it feels good. He hears a shocked little ‘oh’ from above him, but he can’t find it in himself to be embarrassed; just rests his temple against Eddie’s thigh and closes his eyes. or Steve arrives at Eddie’s exhausted beyond belief after a long shift. Eddie takes care of him.

paralyzed - N/A, 4,5k, 1/1 chlorue

Tonight was proving to be one of the worst nights of Steve’s life. It was the first night of Corroded Coffin’s tour in Indiana in a sold out venue and Steve had barely seen Eddie all day. Of course Steve and the rest of the group caught tickets for the show, like hell they were going to miss this show. But Steve has been hanging out with Dustin, Max, and the rest of the kids all day. Not that he didn’t enjoy hanging out with them (making sure they were making good decisions), but Steve was crawling out of his skin being away from Eddie today.

Partners In Crime - T, 2.3k, 1/1 god_hates_tyler (@bisexual-cryptid)

Jason ambushes Steve and Eddie on their way to Eddie's van. He starts antagonizing Eddie and calling him names, which Steve will not put up with. They get in a fight and Hopper has to come and break it up.

Peaceful Bliss - G, 2.1k, 1/1 unkreativstermensch

"Henderson,” Eddie groans. “Do you have any idea what time it is?" He rubs his hands over his face. Dustin nods. "Of course, it’s 6:15, but we need to talk, it's really urgent, I noticed something about the-" he stops in his tracks when he notices the patch of hair next to Eddie, sticking out from under the covers and in between pillows, and the way Eddie winces because Dustin's talking too loud, and oh shit- there's someone else in bed with him. or: Dustin has the annoying habit of just busting into Eddie's trailer at ungodly hours. One morning Eddie's not alone though.

Poison - E, 4.3k, 1/1 vampyremoney

“My, my. Steve Harrington holding me down? Now that’s a sight I never thought I’d see-“ Steve pressed the knife further, itching at Eddie’s skin. “And with a knife at my throat, you really know how to make my blood flow, big boy,” he cracked a venomous smile. “Or, what would be flowing.”

Polaroids of a Pretty Boy - E, 2/2 sparrow_in_hawkins

Eddie discovers a secret that Steve has been keeping; little does Steve realize just how much it will drive Eddie wild. " “And you still answered the phone?” “Was hoping it’d be you,” Steve said, his voice dreamy, biting back a moan. “Even if it wasn’t, it’s one of the fun parts. Almost getting caught. Getting away with it.” “Fuck,” Eddie muttered, the words going straight to his dick. How, after a month of dating, Steve was managing to become even hotter was enough to melt his brain. He shook his head. Focus, this was important. “So, I think you have to tell me,” he mused, smirking into the phone, “What are you wearing?” "

#mine #fic rec #steddie #steddie fic rec #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #last installment coming tomorrow!

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descendantsramblings · 3 years

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Style Headcanons

So basically, I’m a big hater to the way the costume team worked on them. The whole “All Isle kids wear Leather” and “Auradon Kids always look like they’re on their first kid and on the way to the country club” thing drives me crazy. It sorta feels like they made costumes before giving them personalities (The leather on Carlos and Evie feels like it clashes with their personalities. Lonnie’s dresses in the first movie doesn’t fit the personality we see, even though she didn’t have much of a personality until movie two. Audrey dressed like a thirty-four year old mother who just picked up her kid before going to the country club. Ben’s only good outfit was his swim trunks.) So here are some personal headcanons and pictures of what I imagine for them. (I started making them at 1am last night lol)

Villain Kids

Evie

As someone raised to want to be a princess, she wants to dress like how she imagines a princess would.

She loves pastels and is no stranger to pairing pastel blue with a neutral red or bright white.

The only pants she really wears are either athletic shorts or those little flowy elastic shorts, otherwise she’s all skirts.

She’s sorta a prep but not in the same way a character like Audrey would be.

Evie has respect for most aesthetics, even though she doesn’t fully fit just one. However, she hates crocs and those little pastel shorts that white boys wear, she will announce it often.

Wouldn’t be caught dead in neon colors.

owns a blue fur coat (it’s fake fur, obviously)

Carlos

Baby boy is a total softie

You know that one gay little sweater in movie one, that’s where they went right, more of that.

He’s into the soft boy aesthetic and only strays from it for formal wear

loves layering sweaters over button ups

Cuffed jeans, always because ya know, bisexual

Owns a floral button up from Jay, normally he hates patterned button ups but it’s his favorite shirt.

Loves striped sweaters, he owns about 6 variations of them in different colors (all include red, white, or black of course)

Jay

In theory, Jay doesn’t really have one aesthetic, he’s willing to try on just about anything

Most of his clothing was bought by Evie or Carlos, especially his formal wear

The only clothes that Jay will buy for himself is athletic wear

He doesn’t really see the point of buy clothing that he can’t go straight to practice in.

Still has the beanie, but he owns one in just about every color to match it to his outfit.

Listen, we know Jay’s main color is yellow/gold, but why did we always see him with more red/blue in the movie? What type of snow white aesthetic were they trying to give him?

Jay owns a button up that he write on, he refuses to wear it actually buttoned though

Mal

She loves the grunge/alternative aesthetic, she thinks it makes her look more like she belongs to the Isle

She wouldn’t wear skirts until after she and Evie became friends, Evie bought her her first skirt (a purple plaid one) and she fell in love with it

Mal has a whole jewelry box of just chains, both necklaces and ones that attach to clothing

Owns a pair of Demonia Swing-815 boots (black patent) and a pair of Demonia Camel-203 boots (holographic purple)

100% owns one of those studded hot topic belts.

Has a headband with little horns that symbolize her mother’s horns

Instead of the leather half gloves from the movie, she has those little fishnet gloves and covers her hands in rings.

Uma

Her style is similar to Mal’s because if Mal is going to do something, Uma will do it better.

Uma only wore outfits that were super Fem and had skirts until Mal started doing it

Then it was Uma always wearing pants, because of her love for plaid skirts she owns a whole collection of plaid pants

the only jeans she owns are black or dark wash.

Her first ever large purchase was a pair of Doc Marten 1460 Zip Tartan Lace up boots (they’re green, black, and blue plaid)

She and Harry bought matching Doc Marten Jadon platforms (his are more shiny though)

Isn’t as into chains as Mal, more into chockers.

Harry

When the E-boy aesthetic came out, Harry was all over it

Harry definitely has one of those chains with a little lock on it.

I’d like to imagine he has baby gauges

the before mentioned platform doc martens, he definitely treats them like his baby

Even though Harry dresses like an e-boy, he always has his pirate hat on

Definitely wears cloth masks as a fashion piece he actually would wear his in the pandemic though, unlike some people who wore them before but not for safety

Harry is actually really good at graphic liner, he owns a gold, red, and white eyeliner to add color to the outfit if it’s mainly black

gold>silver

Bought plaid pants because Uma did, he want’s to match with his captain

Gil

As we know (maybe you don’t) it’s in the canon that Gil’s mother taught him to sew and he enjoys it.

So Gil doesn't dress in one aesthetic or even close to being in one, he wants to try out everything, both making and wearing them.

He does stick to a monochrome color scheme though, mainly shades of brown with white or black thrown in. Sometimes he adds a little red or yellow though to “honor” Gaston

Most of his clothing is more comfortable than anything

Only owns three pairs of jeans, the rest are different types of pants (he loves corduroys)

Owns a pants chain that harry bought him but he only really wears it when Harry and Uma are wearing one so he won’t feel left out on it.

Dizzy

Baby girl has seen the Isle steal the childhood innocence from people, she dresses in kidcore as a way to keep hers

Her outfits always has at least 4 different colors in it.

No stranger to neon colors, she has a pair of overalls that are neon rainbow and covered in gummy candy and she only wears them with a neon green tee, Evie and Carlos hate this outfits, Jay loves it because of the disappointment it brings to the two fashion fans

Dizzy’s outfits in the movie were colorful obviously but they should have been just more over the top

She loves patterns and has no fear of pattern mixing

definitely owns some funky earrings, clay rings, and statement necklaces

puts beads on her shoe laces, especially on her converse (they were white ones, she drew all over them)

Auradon Kids

Ben

Okay so Ben’s animated and movie outfits were bad, you can’t convince me of anything else

Why was Ben not dressed in the soft boy aesthetic? You’re trying to tell me that Belle’s son wouldn’t be a soft boy?

He has a jean jacket with his father’s beast symbol painted on the back

Absolutely loves graphic crewnecks, often layers them over collared shirts

He and Carlos go shopping together often in their free time

Lover of funky crew socks, ones with paintings, patterns, logos, whatever. But his socks always match

After he and Mal started Dating, he bought a white jean jacket and let her paint it, he wears it all the time even though it didn’t match his original clothing, he bought more clothes in her color scheme to match it

He owns like 6 pairs of high top converse (light blue, yellow, white, navy, black, and Purple after getting the jacket back from Mal)

Chad

Listen, out of everyone he was the closest to how I imagined he should be, that being said, he had a little soft boy thing going on in some movies that I don’t think fit his personality

Polos and button ups are basically all he owns, but he does have some of those pastel simply southern esc graphic tees (Southern people probably know what I’m on about, all the guys who act like Chad at my school have like 5 of them each)

Owns 6 pairs of those horrid little southern boy pastel shorts in different shades of blue (plus 1 white pair)

Will not wear jeans, ever, the only pants he owns are khakis

All over the shirts that have logos embroidered into the shirt over the chest.

Definitely gets asked if he’s on the way to golf/ the country club, the joke is that he is, he has to meet his father there after school

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Audrey

Listen, I’m not an Audrey stan, but they did her so dirty in the first movie

She should have been the stereotypical mean girl outfit wise, I mean, mini skirts, all pastels

Owns a pink teddy coat, and a white one, she actually cares about if they get dirty though, takes good care of them

definitely has a collection of tennis skirts, pairs them with sweaters/crewnecks or blouses that have a slight puff to the sleeve

The type of girl to wear rufflely rompers on her birthday every year, pink, white, or baby blue obviously

loves those tiny shoulder bags

preppy and looks good in it.

cropped polos and tube tops

Jane

This account is a Jane should have been cottage core/ fairy core fan page, her outfits were almost there, just not there, she’s literally a fairy but can’t use magic nor did they let her dress like one, I hate it here

Baby girl loves gingham and floral patterns, some of her dresses are a little more to her mother’s taste than hers (her mother bought them) but as long as it’s a pattern she likes she will wear it.

Cardigans are her best friend, she owns one in multiple shades of pink and blue, plus a white one (all of her clothing fits a pastel pink/blue/white color scheme)

Babydoll dresses her a her favorite style of them (the one I put in the top right corner is what I imagine her birthday dress as)

People try to mockingly ask if she’s on her way to a tea party/picnic (like they do with Chad and the country club) if the answer isn’t actually yes one of her friends still say yes, no one can be rude to her about it

She owns a corset (Evie bought it for her, it made her nervous at first but she loves it)

Owns kitten heels and flats mainly also two pairs of mary janes (in white and blue)

has one of those little pearl purses that aren’t really useful but they’re cute

Lonnie

Last but not least, our funky little lesbian (she is, Jay is just her emotional support queer man) Lonnie, she sticks to the teal, blue, and pink color scheme they gave her in movie one

She mainly wears sweats (or athletic clothing) otherwise it’s graphic tees tucked in (many of them are from the men’s section)

Only wears sneakers, she has places to be but also collects them (also owns 1 pair of pink crocs, Evie tried to burn them)

Carlos and Ben talked her into wearing a collar shirt under a graphic tee once (they bought her a sleeveless button up which she hated at first) and now she does it anytime she wants to look like she put effort into her outfit.

Wears a lot of necklaces and rings (she loves to layer necklaces, she thinks it makes her sweats look less boring)

Uses a mini backpack instead of a purse, easier to carry more things.

Has two pairs of custom painted air forces.

Hates wearing bracelets but always has to have a hair tie on her wrist so they don’t feel empty .

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The Last Star Falling

Happiest of birthdays to my lovely friend @sweet-s0rr0w. It's not quite the Dronarry I wanted to write for you, but there's Drarry on holidays and a bit of bisexual Ron action if you squint! Your writing is exquisite and I'm so glad we got chatting over a shared love of NT properties and evocative European holiday destinations 😂

CW for drinking, terrible wedding music, and a bit of jealousy (plus implied sex in the same room as Ron). And I suppose this fits the @drarrymicrofic prompt - (Weasley is our) King! Rating - M for mild sexual content. Unbetaed.

Harry wakes to the sound of Seamus's voice from outside the open window. "Grand day for a wedding," he's saying to someone, and he sounds gleeful, and it is, it really is, because when Harry rolls over in the bed and cracks an eye, all he can see through the gap in the curtain is a vivid opening blue, like the summer sky might go on forever.

Harry is dry-mouthed, slightly queasy from the night before, bones already heavy with the heat of the day, but Malfoy tweaks the sheet off him and pets his hair sympathetically, and tells him it's nothing some bacon and eggs won't fix, and then presses Harry over onto his side and strokes him until he’s hard, and it's almost too hot with Malfoy behind him breathing unevenly into the back of his neck, and Harry can feel the drumming of his pulse in his temples. He’s not sure he'll be able to come at all, so when he does it's like a lovely surprise, creeping up on him with a slow uncurling heat from nothing but slow lazy thrusts into the circle of Malfoy's fist.

It's still early, he thinks; he can tell from the low light climbing the wall and the quiet heat of their room. Malfoy bites down on his shoulder and comes in a rush of breathlessness over the base of Harry's back and then says, "Mmm. Breakfast?" brightly, like the horrible morning person he is.

They make it down to the dining room just in time for the end of service. There are Irish people everywhere, all looking far too fresh considering the night before, and Seamus is covered in new freckles, and his nose is peeling, and he can’t stop smiling. Harry puts away two plates of fry-up and a pot of tea, and Malfoy sits across the table next to Neville and smiles around his coffee cup at Harry.

The church doesn’t look like any Harry has ever been to in England. It sits squat at the top of a cliff, bleached by sun, bare bones of columns rising to the sky. Inside everything is gold, and the altar groans with tapestries, and the end of every pew bristles with bouquets of lavender, and the sultry smell of incense fights against the sea breeze through the open door.

Harry and Malfoy beat some of Seamus’s cousins to a back pew, and when the other Gryffindors arrive they shove in too, and Harry fans himself with the order of service and thinks about Malfoy in the sea, hair plastered to his skull, eyes shut, face upturned to the sun, all that skin bared to the shifting diffuse underwater light.

They follow along with the kneeling and the standing and the sitting, and Seamus makes everyone cry with his vows, and then everyone stands to sing, and just as the church is ringing with a hymn, Harry feels a hand on his shoulder and the smell of suncream and fresh smoke, Tell out my soul goes the hymn, and it’s Ron there, late for the wedding that he wasn’t even supposed to be able to get to, but he’s there anyway, after eight months away, a fresh burn scar just under his left ear, and his hair is longer, and he puts his arms around Harry like he came all the way from Romania just for that, which might actually be the case.

Harry wonders if everyone who’s been through a war feels constantly surprised by joy like he is, and before he can do much more than hug Ron back the bells start to ring, echoing back through the crescent of the cliffs, and they file out of the church in a crush of lavender and warm bodies, and Harry has Ron ahead of him and Malfoy behind him and the sky is still the same hectic unblemished blue of Ron’s eyes.

There are fifteen speeches at the wedding party, Muggle microphone passed from hand to hand, and there are more prayers, this time over the food, though no one seems very devout about any of it. Harry eats salted cod in cream, and Malfoy orders bottle after bottle of Muscat for the table even though he hardly drinks at all usually, and he’s quieter than normal while Ron and Harry talk. By the time the music starts they’re already a bit drunk from wine and sun. Harry hadn’t bothered with a jacket anyway, and Ron opens one button and then another at his throat, and Malfoy’s pale linen suit is soft and crumpled from heat, and he has the beginning of fresh sunburn across his nose.

“You’re edible,” Harry tells him as they dance. “You look like dessert.” And he does, sugared almonds and pistachios and set cream, and he tells Harry to fuck off in a pleased voice, and his mouth under Harry’s tastes rich and fruity from the toasting port. Seamus barrels between them mid-kiss, tie wrapped around his head, shirt translucent with sweat, bellowing we’re halfway there, woah!, and Ron is doing air guitar with one of Dean’s brothers, and the priest, red-faced and jovial, dog collar cutting into his jowls, is dancing a complicated-looking jig with Seamus’s mum.

Harry doesn’t know whose idea it is to get in the swimming pool, but the water is a delicious and shocking, and the stars are out, furiously bright, and Ron has more scars—chest and arms and back—and the shine of dragon burns are livid against the older tendrils of creeping scars from the night in the Department of Mysteries, and Harry catches Malfoy looking curiously while Ron, dripping wet in just his underwear, chats up a waiter.

The music finally stops but then the wedding guests start the singing, mournful and triumphant and everything in between, Oh Mary, this London’s a wonderful sight; By a lonely harbour wall, she watched the last star falling; Long, long ago in the woods of Gortnamona. Harry is squeezing water out of his shirt and Malfoy is trying to find another slice of wedding cake, and Ron puts his arms around them both and says, “It’s a beautiful night for flying,” and Malfoy shivers and says quietly, “I was just thinking that.”

They don’t, of course, not with the Muggles about, and anyway there’s also the matter of all the wine, and Ron looks exhausted from the last-minute Portkey and all the dancing. There isn’t a room left in the hotel so he comes back to theirs, and it’s cramped and overwarm and perfect with him there. He lies down on the couch and his face smooths out into sleep almost straight away, and Malfoy opens the big window out as far as it’ll go, carefully avoiding looking at Ron at all.

Harry’s almost asleep when Malfoy whispers, “I didn’t know he was—” and then stops abruptly and turns away from Harry in the bed.

“That he was what?” Harry asks, alert to a new sort of tension.

“With the waiter,” Malfoy says. “That he was into… that.”

“Men?” Harry asks, thinks about Ron’s generous mouth, the span of his shoulders, the self-conscious flex of bare bicep, those big hands. “He’s relaxed about that stuff. Not just men. But yeah, men too.”

“Okay,” Malfoy says. “Okay. That’s nice.”

“Is it nice?” Harry reaches an arm across the bed, pulls Malfoy towards him, his chest to Malfoy’s back . “I saw you watching him, you know.” He runs a hand low and possessive over Malfoy’s stomach, feels the twitch of muscle, the nudge of Malfoy’s cock.

“I thought I was imagining it, before,” Malfoy says. “The way he looked at us. I wondered if he was jealous, maybe.”

“Yeah.” Harry’s not imagining Malfoy’s breath coming quicker. “He gets jealous sometimes. I don’t think he would have expected that you might be looking back though.”

“Harry.” Malfoy’s voice is thin. “Please.” His hip twitches forward, knocks against the inside of Harry’s wrist. “You know I wouldn’t ever… I wouldn’t do anything…”

“You’re going to have to be quiet for me,” Harry whispers. “You don’t want to wake him up.”

Malfoy half turns so he can get to Harry’s mouth with his own. In the glancing light of the moon through the window, Harry can see that Malfoy has his eyes shut tight. Across the room, Ron’s breathing catches and quiets into a soft sigh.

#drarry #drarry fic #implied future dronarry?#maybe?#rowing and writing #the last star falling #i queue #sweet sorrow #happy birthday L!#cw jealousy #cw semi-public sex #well sort of anyway #ron is asleep #OR IS HE

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wormstacheangel · 3 years

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have some latinenatural for day 1 of @spnprideweek dean trying to come out to himself

Dean didn’t like going down this neighborhood. It never made him any money, plus the block is a dead end, so he always ends up circling back around with his heavy cart. His Tio always yelled at him for it, wasting precious time in a block where nobody paid him any attention because these Americanos aren’t used to people walking around selling comida.

Pero Dean always had one customer that always came running out whenever Dean came around, and he was worth the extra minutes he had to petal in the hot sun.

“Dean!”

Dean hears his name, expecting it but still feeling relief from hearing it. He looks ahead, his fingers stopped ringing the bells that have become background noise to him by now, and sees his favorite customer running out of the big white house Dean can only ever dream of renting. He wouldn’t ever dream of owning; he can’t have dreams so impossible.

Dean petals a little bit faster until he breaks in front of the pretty face he sees at least three times a week.

“Cas.” Dean practically beams at him even though he was trying to stay cool. Smooth. “Mi Angelito.” Dean winks, and he doesn’t miss Cas’s eyes widened and ears blushing at the nickname. “How you been?”

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Cas was dressed in his usual white button-up and slacks but they looked a lot more ruffled up than usual. His hair looked unkempt as it curled at the ends—Dean wasn’t complaining he loved it—and his typical neat shirt was wrinkled with sleeves pulled up to his elbows. He looked the guy up and down before his eyebrows creased together.

“You okay, Cas?”

“Yeah.” Cas sighed, shoulders slumping as he reached to run his hand through his hair—that probably explains the bed head—before smiling back at Dean with a deep breath. “Yeah. I’m fine.”

“If you say so.” Dean jumps off the bike and walks over to his cart. “The usual?”

“Please.”

Dean nods once before getting to work on a raspado de vainilla for Cas. He works in silence for a minute, just the sound of the ice scraping between them before Dean looks back at Cas.

“You know, si quieres, you can talk to me.” Dean looks up to see Cas was already watching him. “I know I’m a nobody, but I hear nobodies are great to vent to.”

“You aren’t a nobody, Dean.” Cas’s expression softens at the words. His eyes brighten as he looks at Dean, almost as if he can see into his soul. Then, just as Dean was about to drown in those baby blues, Cas looked away. His fingers started to twitch as he looked sheepishly at the ground. “Plus, my problems are small. I can deal with them by myself.”

Dean looks away, packing the ice into the cup before reaching to pour the vainilla as he talks. “Yeah, I know you can, pero; I just wanted to let you know that you don’t have to.”

Cas is nothing but a customer that Dean has been crushing on—it was a small, slow, and scary realization. The only reason they’re on a first-name basis now is because Cas once left his name tag on, and Dean asked what it meant.

Dean handed Cas his raspado across the cart, Dean needed to keep his distance, but he knew when Cas reached for it, their fingers would touch; he looked forward to the simple touch each time.

They did, and Dean’s breath catches in his throat before he works on chicharrones, lots of limon, and a little bit of chile.

“But I get it, you know, if you don’t want to talk to me.” Dean looks up to see Cas still staring at him but with eyes filling with tears. “Holy shit.” Dean put the bag down and walked around to stand by Cas’s side. He grabbed a napkin from his cart and handed it to Cas to wipe his eyes. “Dude. Dude, please no llores. Don’t cry. People are gonna think I did something to you, and I’ll lose customers.” Dean tries to joke, but Cas doesn’t crack a smile. Instead, he rolls his eyes.

“Dean, nobody but me ever comes out here.”

Dean shrugs. “Potential customers then.” Dean grabs another napkin and reaches to wipe the tears that were already falling. “Estas bien, Angelito. Talk to me.”

“I-I shouldn’t.” Cas accepts Dean’s kindness for a second longer before gently moving Dean’s hand away. “You’re working. Let me just pay you so you can stop wasting your time here.”

Dean nods, stepping away from Cas so as not to seem pushy. As much as he loved being so close to Cas’s face, he didn’t want to seem creepy about it. This neighborhood has eyes everywhere, and Dean couldn’t really risk having his cart, his livelihood, be taken away just cause he has a small crush on the white boy.

So Cas gives him the exact change to the quarter and smiles sadly before he waves goodbye. Dean waves back as he gets on his bike to pedal out of this neighborhood and into a more comfortable one. He didn't ring the bell until he was out of there.

Cas doesn’t come out to see him the next day or the day after that, and now he has to wait until next week to see him. If Cas still wanted to see him.

“I don’t know why you still go over there,” Sam says as he helps Dean unpack the car.

Dean’s side gigs included selling his homemade food Friday through Sunday—he can almost call himself a caterer—while on Thursday, he preps during the day and works as a janitor in a big law office at night. Today was Thursday, so Dean had to wake up early to go to the big marketplace downtown. They sold the chicharrones de harina in bulk for cheap, and they had all the ingredients he’ll need to make the syrups for the raspados himself.

Sam rarely comes with Dean to get all these things since he was always busy with school, but today he came along on the day that Dean ran out of maiz azul. It just meant more trabajo para los dos.

“Or why you still sell raspados when you make more money on the weekend with your food.” Sam continued as they struggled to carry the bag of maiz to the kitchen. They both let out a heavy breath when they finally dropped the bag in the kitchen. Dean’s going to spend the next hour cleaning and soaking the damn corn after this. That doesn’t even include cooking it and finally making the damn masa.

“El trabajo es duro but I like it.” Dean pats Sam’s shoulder before they go back to the car to get the rest of the things. “I like going down neighborhoods and saying hi to people.”

“I get that pero why do you have to go to their side of town?”

Dean doesn’t know how to answer that.

He hasn’t told anyone about Cas. About how one day he was bored and wandered over to that neighborhood only to find Cas laying on his front lawn with a book covering his face. Dean, for some reason, couldn’t help but to ring the bells louder, startling Cas. Dean laughed for half a second before a book went flying to his face, knocking him off his bike. Cas learned too many cuss words in Spanish that day, but the big bruise was worth it.

Still, Dean didn’t want to tell anyone about Cas. Afraid to even speak of him because that would mean that his crush was real. That he had actual feelings, romantic ones, for another guy.

He knows que su Tío no lo va sacar de la casa pero todavía Dean tenía miedo. He was scared to admit this part of himself was real when it felt like a sin in his culture. ¡Ser gay es una cosa pero bisexual! ¡Ni madres! That doesn’t exist. Not where he is from.

So he’ll keep it to himself. Keep Cas as his secret fantasy and nothing more.

“The houses are nice to look at. One day, Sammy!” Sam was already groaning at Dean’s words that sounded more like an old man’s recurring ‘when I was your age’ stories. “One day, I’ll get us a house like that! One where we can each have our own room. And bathroom.”

“Yeah. Yeah. Whatever. Let’s just finish this so I can go back to my homework.”

“¡Estas pendejo! After this, you’re gonna help me clean the bathroom and throw away the trash before Tio comes home.”

“But Dean,”

“¡Pero nada! ¡Piensas que soy pendejo como tu, pinche mamón! Don’t think I don’t know you spend that time babeando por tu novia.”

“Dean!” Sam quickly passes him in a huff of embarrassment while Dean laughed, following Sam back to the car to get more groceries.

When Monday rolls around, Dean forces himself to come down Cas’s street again. The bells rang softly at first, only getting louder as he came closer to the house. He didn’t see a car in sight, so he thinks maybe Cas isn’t home.

He was already pedaling away when he heard someone call out to him. He hits the breaks half haphazardly, and the gallons shake on his cart, threatening to fall out. He was about to turn around, but then he realizes he hears footsteps running closer, and then he hears heavy breathing by his ear.

“Fuck.” Cas hands rest on his knees as he tries to catch his breath. “Are you-are you trying to run away from me?” Cas looks up with a teasing smile, it was beautiful, and Dean didn’t realize how much he missed him until now. “I am your only customer around here, so that’s a pretty bad business decision if you ask me.”

“I-I didn’t think you wanted to see me.” Dean could have joked around with him, but instead, his mouth decided to kick the conversation off with some honesty. Dean looked down at the bike handles as he talked. “Since you didn’t come out last week, I just figured-”

“Oh.” Cas stood up straight as he ran a hand through his overgrown hair; his clothes looked neat again, though. “I didn’t mean to make you think-”

Dean holds his hand out to stop Cas from talking, feeling embarrassed with every word. “Para. You don’t have to explain. No me debes-you don’t owe me anything.”

“I know that, but I want to. Talk, I mean. If that’s okay with you.” Cas looks at Dean with soft, warm eyes, a drastic difference from the red-rimmed eyes from the last time they saw each other. “After you’re done with work, of course.”

“I um-I usually head home around six. I can um,” Dean rubbed at the back of his neck, not meeting Cas’s eyes as he carefully says. “I can come by after if you want.”

“I would like that.”

Dean's head shoots up to stare back at Cas, who looked shy, pero siempre más guapo que la última vez que Dean lo miró.

At that moment, Dean wanted to lean in and kiss him more than he has wanted to kiss anyone in his 26 years of life, but he won’t. He still wasn’t sure if this was Cas asking him out as a friend or as something more. He was scared, but he knew his heart raced in excitement more than anything.

Dean finally broke away from the staring contest as he cleared his throat to get off his bike. “Todavia quieres-Do you still want your raspado?”

“Oh. Sure!”

It was silent while Dean made raspado, but he couldn’t wait for their fingers to graze again when he handed the cup over to Cas.

“Just the raspado today.” Dean still loved when Cas said it, trying not to laugh even though he loved Cas’s embarrassed blushing. Cas reaches into his pocket, but Dean reaches to touch his shoulder to stop him.

“On the house.” Dean holds it out and just like before their fingers touch, burning him.

“No, Dean, I couldn’t.”

Dean shakes his head to stop him from arguing any further. He jumped back on his bike and looked back at Cas as he said, “You can get me something later. Is seven okay?”

“Seven is…perfecto.” Cas flinched at his Spanish, but Dean couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Pues, te miro mas tarde, Angelito.” Dean reached to pat Cas’s cheek before he started pedaling away.

“Dean! I don’t know what that means!” Cas calls out to him.

Dean doesn’t turn around to respond, mostly to hide the stupid shit-eating grin he had on his face. “I said I’ll see you later!” But he does wave goodbye, ringing the bell as he goes.

Dean really liked him, and it brought fear into his heart pero al mismo tiempo; he hasn’t been this excited to just be around someone in such a long time. So maybe this is his time to accept that maybe, for sure, he is crushing hard on a guy.

Dean sighs as he stops on the sidewalk to hang his head and quietly whispers, “For fucks sakes, soy un pinche gay.”

Well, at least he can admit to himself—sort of.

#spnprideweek #destiel #latinenatural #dean and sam are mexican #cas is the little white boy who comes and ruins lives #deancas #fic #destiel fic #my writing #wormstachewrites #porfa de ser nice over my spanish #this is dean coming out to himself btw #yeah he is bisexual but i think he'll use gay as an umbrella term for right now #sobrenatural #calinatural #tambien cause they live in California in my head

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( fiona palomo, cis woman, she/her ) have you met marcela 'marcy' diaz yet? you know, the 22 year old undergraduate student. i think they’re a senior majoring in music. ring a bell yet? every time i walk past their dorm i hear kidult by seventeen blasting through the door. everyone who meets them say they’re resilient but can also be a little oblivious. guess when you meet them you’ll figure that out yourself. clubs & sports: track & field, vice-president of student government

trigger warnings: gambling & murder

BASICS

full name: marcela diaz

nickname: marcy (preferred), mar, marce

date of birth: august 16, 2001

gender: cis woman

pronouns: she/her

sexuality: bisexual

height: 5′3″

fluent in: english, spanish, ASL

likes: good music, friendly people, the ocean, playing the piano, spicy food

dislikes: unnecessary rudeness, know-it-alls, jumpscares, the quiet, science

BACKGROUND

born to a very chaotic household, marcy’s the youngest of 4

her dad the local drunk and her mom was his high school sweetheart

it became glaringly obvious from a young age that whatever love her parents may have had for each other was long gone by the time she got into the picture

it felt like they were just together because they had already started a family and it was too late to back out now

the older she got, the worse it became. rumors flew around that her parents were cheating on each other, she could hear them fighting every night and she just wished they would throw in the towel and get a divorce already because yes, they were all still a family, but nobody was believing their marriage was anything but toxic

it probably didn’t help that they lived in a mobile home that was waaaay too small to fit all of them and when she was older, marcy came to realize that whatever money they did have that came from her dad was money he got from gambling

it got to a point that her dad owed too much money. he was in a bad way with some worse people and they took it out on her mother who was killed in retaliation

marcy was just thirteen at this point and she was devastated. a girl still needed her mother and in the blink of an eye, she was gone

when she was younger, her older siblings hid the truth from her, saying their mother just died in an accident, but they didn't get into any details

she actually found it out all on her own a few years later when she decided to dig deeper into what happened

needless to say, she cut off her ties from her father when she found out the truth

she was always taught to be tough but despite everything that she had been around growing up, marcy held onto her optimism

she’d always, always choose being kind over anything else

she’s been living in town since she was born, barely even got out of the state, and she’s pretty sure she’ll die here in connecticut tbh because it’s home and she doesn’t know anything else

she’s worked jobs ever since she could so she’s been everywhere. a maid at the local hotel, she painted houses, dogwalked, babysat, had a stint as a waitress at the local diner (she's probably still working there part-time tbh 🤪), a cashier at the local supermarket

she's currently on a music scholarship

she knows exactly what she wants to be when she's older: a singer. she believes that hard work will truly get her there, which is why she's busting her ass off right now and she can't wait to graduate

FUN FACTS

full of fun facts herself tbh especially when it comes to specific songs/musicians/artists

is one of those people who can hear a song and be able to play it. also has a knack of being able to learn how to play any instrument quickly

her first love is her guitar which she stole from one of her older brothers when she was younger

has a chow chow named chowder who is the cutest but laziest dog you’ll ever meet

also has an orange cat lovingly named dori (it's short for dorito)

she’s not the brightest cookie in the jar (pls dont ask her to do any math problem because she will cry) but that’s okay because her strength lies in her creativity

music is her first love but she just loves everything that has to do with art – dance, sculpting, theater, you name it

is also a GREAT dancer (but she barely shows it but like get her drunk and you won't be able to pry her from the dance floor)

just a sweetheart tbh but she’s also incredibly oblivious like she’s friendly with everyone so she takes everybody as just being friendly back. she’s sometimes oblivious when it comes to someone flirting with her

blossomed pretty late when it comes to that aspect because she doesn’t want to rush into things (ie having a first kiss, having a first significant other) just because everyone else was doing it. it’s all about the #vibes in the moment

despite the horrible example of her parents, she loves love but has also learned to be pretty carefree when it comes to relationships. if they happen, they happen. if they don’t work out, then that’s okay. at least they tried

is a fan of second chances <3 and third and fourth because she’s stupid <3

would go to all the concerts if she had the money but sadly she does not

does track & field because she has a bad habit of running away from all her problems

LOVES wearing pastel colors like she loves her basics too but she’s always wearing something colorful and fun

as dumb as she may be in some aspects, especially in math and science and history, she’s actually really good at picking up languages

writes her own songs but has never shown them to anyone

is fiercely protective of her siblings and wants to give them the world

a social drinker

amazing cook but she doesn't cook often if it's just her, but her love language is cooking for someone else fr

WANTED CONNECTIONS

older siblings (will be sending wcs to the main)

cousins (must be mexican / half-mexican)

ride or die

girl gang

childhood friends who stayed friends

childhood friends who drifted apart

rivals

unexpected friends

a bad influence on her

a kind of enemies / flirtationship (this works for someone who's rich because she tends to avoid them)

maybe even someone she has a crush on (she gets flustered very easily)

first time / first relationship

an unexpected one night stand (limited to 1 / she doesn't sleep around tbh)

friends with benefits (limited to 1)

exes that ended on good terms (limited to 1)

exes that ended on bad terms (limited to 1)

exes that still hookup (limited to 1 / could be mixed with one of the above)

frenemies where it is one-sided because marcy thinks they’re genuine friends rip

#radcliffeintro

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