𝔦𝔫𝔣𝔬: you can call me Ditey (like spidey, but with a 'D'). 17. band kid. baggy jeans. teacher aide. loves tangled. dogs. greys anatomy. the rookie. the sturniolo triplets. retired kpop stan. greek mythology. sleeping + music.
𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢𝔰: kendrick lamar. sombr. (old) justin bieber. olivia rodrigo. ivan cornejo. any norteña song. the weeknd. malcom todd.
𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔫𝔬𝔴: i'm only doing small(ish) fics, im not confident that my writing is good enough for anything longer. likes, reblogs, and constructive criticism is always appreciated
— with lots of hatred towards my ex, 🦢, otherwise known as ditey
"wait wait wait. you're being serious right now?— you've never rolled a joint?? like, ever?!??!" chris asks, his eyes widening in disbelief.
it was one of those nights where you had gone to visit chris just because. you were laying on his bed playing block blast, when the topic of his business came up.
"dontcha ever get tired of it?" you asks, not looking up from your phone. "hm?" "that," you point to the rolled piece of paper in his hands, "i understand doing it for yourself, but for selling? dont your fingers get tired?"
chris grins at you, "nah, i find it relaxing. gives me something to focus on rather than y'know, everything else. haven't you ever tried it." at that, you set your phone down, looking at him like he was some lunatic.
"nope!" you replied, popping the 'p'. and that's what lead you to your current conversation,
"im training to be a teacher, 'course i dont do drugs." chris smirks, motioning to the stuff in front of him, "wanna learn??"
"nah, im good." "oh come onnnnnn, be the student for once! its not like you'll be inhaling the marijuana, you'll just be rolling it!" you roll your eyes, your ability of saying no to him being nonexistent.
with a deep sigh, you say, "fine. you can teach me or whatever."
chris smiles ear to ear, excitedly reaching for your hand and dragging you off the bed. you slide off with ease, watching as he hands you a small piece of cardboard. "ight, lets start with the basics."
"first, we roll this into a filter." you watch intently, mimicking his movements, "like this?" you ask, showing him your rolled filter, what seems like innocent, eyes looking up at him.
" 's perfect ma," he replies, nodding. he then places the filter in one end of the rolling paper. "now, sprinkle this evenly along the paper."
you carefully follow his instructions, spreading the weed as evenly as possible. chris is quick to guide your hands, long, lanky fingers helping you shape the herb into a cylinder. "now, here's the tricky part, you need to tuck the edge of the paper over the weed and start rolling it away from you."
you take a deep breath, for some reason not wanting to mess up, and do as he instructed, feeling his hands steady yours. the paper rolls smoothly, making you smile. "good job, now seal it", you lick a glue strip down the paper, pressing it down to seal it.
chris smiles, clearly impressed. "awesome job ma, now pack the open end with this," he hands you a pen and you do as he said, twisting the end to close it off.
"i did it!!" you exclaim, jumping up in excitement with your hands in the air. the boy chuckles a bit before standing up, grabbing your hand and heading back to his bed. he quickly sit downs on the soft mattress, pulling you down onto his lap.
"light it f'me" he mumbles, lips practically against yours, fishing a lighter from his pocket. he watches as you light the end of the joint on fire. small, delicate, fingers making their way towards his face, placing the object in his mouth.
he's quick to inhale the substance, eyes closing in contentment. you take the time to silently admire his features, eventually leaning closer to count the faint freckles on his face. you let a small gasp when his eyes open, beautiful, piercing, ocean blue eyes making direct eye contact with you.
chris gives you a smirk, blowing out the smoke he inhaled moments before, watching as it hits your blushing face. "w-what the fuck" you cough out, swaddling the smoke away. "could feel ya starin" "oh... 'm sorry," "shut up," he mumbles with an eye roll, pulling you closer and leaning in for a chaste kiss.
seconds later, he pulls away, "gonna have you roll all my joints, feels better when you do it."
hii!! i love ur writing! for your best friend reader x actor mason thames au could you write about when mason is overseas shooting for a film like httyd and how they both miss each other? thank uu
STOP BECAUSE THIS IS LITERALLY PERFECT FOR POST RELATIONSHIP THEM!!!!! on kirk this has been in my drafts since august LMAOOO
SUMMARY: best friend! reader and mason cant help but miss each other while he's away flying dragons
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he’s been gone for over 3 months, filming, filming, and you guessed it, more filming. you were beyond happy for him— it’s been his dream for God knows how long, and you hate to admit it, but the lack of seeing him is killing you.
you were a sophomore in high school when filming started, and now you’re 3 months away from being a junior. to say it's been hard without him is a major understatement.
when he’s awake on set, you’re putting your hair in heatless curls before bed. when you’re eating lunch, he’s restoring his curls in the shower.
you try to play it off, you really do, you try and act like it’s fine but it's still so obvious you miss him. you’re always on your phone, in clsss, at work, at home, in the shower— waiting for a notification from him, a small “hi”, or a snap, anything.
and it's not like it got easier either, it just became routine. waking up to a message from him sent at 3:37am, blurry pictures of him in costume, a dumb tiktok of an ai monkey flying away in a tornado.
and no matter how proud you are of him, your heart cant help but ache at the fact you havent seen him in what felt like forever.
and then, one random night at 12:51am, your phone lights up. a facetime from mason🫰🏼
it wakes you up, and as soon as you register the name, you immediately answer, struggling to containing the smile on your face.
his face fills the screen— tired and soft around the edges. he’s in a hoodie, the mickey mouse one with the ears you got him at disney that one time, pieces of hair— some curly, some straight, sticking from under the hood. “hey sleeping beauty” he chuckles out, making you roll your eyes.
“hey, what’s up?” “nothing much, just haven’t talked to you today,” a flatline smile forms on his face. “i know, ‘m sorry, today was really busy,” “tell me about it.”
you begin to ramble on about your day, how you skipped 1st and 2nd period to take charlie to the vet, the way samantha would just not shut up during 4th period, the fact mr. destin hasn't graded homework from 2 weeks ago, the karen you had to deal with at work, an upcoming concert you wanna go to— anything you could come up with as he took bites of late-night takeout, smiling occasionally when you said something reminded you of him.
“i miss you” he suddenly blurts out, like he's been holding it in since the day he left. his ears begin to flush, realization hitting him. you smile, a big toothy smile, your own face starting to heat up.
“yeah? well guess what”
the boy on the other side of the screen hums, too afraid to speak. “i miss you too. god mace, i miss you so much. i hate that i can't just see you whenever, hate that you're so far. i miss going out late at night, regretting it in the morning when i woke up for school. i hate how sometimes the only time we communicate is through spaced out tiktoks”
you don't even realize until you feel them running down your cheeks. you quickly wipe your tears away, hoping mason didn't see them, but of course, he did, he always noticed.
“don't cry pretty, i don't like this either.” you nod to his words, some tears still falling. “i'll make it up to you whenever i go back, we'll go watch all the movies out in theaters. we can go try that korean barbecue place you told me about, we can even go down to galveston, take some summer pictures for your instagram, i know you loveeee posting shit like that. we'll make up for the lost time, okay?.”
you smile at him, “cant wait. now, tell me about your day. whatdya do?”
as he tells you about his day, your eyes get heavier and heavier, eventually falling asleep to the sound of his voice. and when you wake up 4 hours later to get ready for school, he's no longer on the phone, bringing you back to the harsh reality of him being 6 hours ahead of you.
a/n: sorry this was short LMAOO, im trying to get back into writing 🙏🏼
SUMMARY: fratboy! chris takes tomboy! reader on a little shopping spree
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"i got bandssssss" chris announces, nonchalantly walking into your dorm, spreading a stack of hundred dollar bills on his arm
"hello to you too, christopher," you laugh out, watching as he takes a comfortable seat on your bed.
"lets go shopping, wanna spoil you." you furrow your brows, "its literally almost 11pm?" he rolls his eyes, "and? i know these outlets that're opened till like 2am, its 30 minutes away, cmon ma? pleaseeee"
"chris im in pajamas, i already took my makeup off, im in no shape to go anywhere" you protest, he shakes his head, pulling you onto his lap. "already told you, you dont need that shit", you sigh arms wrapping around his neck, "gimme 10 minutes to do my eyeliner and mascara?"
chris stands up, gently setting you down before grabbing your hand and dragging you out the door. "chris! what the hell?!" "you look good like this ma. barefaced, in spiderman pajamas and uggs, prime y/n right here." you roll your eyes, "well its like 40 degrees out here, imma freeze to death!" you complain with a pout, watching as an amused smile forms on his face.
"relax will you? i have an extra jacket in the car." he says with a laugh, opening your door and revealing his black zip up in the seat.
seconds later, the 2 of you were on your way to the outlets, chris allowing you to have aux.
"hey," you say, poking his cheek. "where'd you even get all that money from?" a beat later, "i know you make money selling, but usually never that much, not in less than a week at least."
"oh yeah, i made more by the way," "WHAT?!?" "yeah, got this new shit. it's selling like crazy," "yeah, i can tell..." you mumble, "just, y'know... be safe doing it." you tell him, putting the sun visor down and opening the little mirror.
you gasp when you see your reflection. "CHRISTOPHER! what the hell?! i look so ugly. i deadass look deceased!!"
you can practically hear chris' eyeroll, watching him shake his head in annoyance as the car makes a stop, the red light illuminating the inside. "you're so dramatic. i think you look pretty," he mumbles that last part, ears immediately flushing red.
"pretty, huh?" you tease, a smirk forming on your lips. he head turn in your direction, "prettiest girl i've seen." he whispers, quickly reaching over to peck your lips.
he quickly retreats, your whole face flushing as the light turns green. it's silent for a bit, nothing but Locked Out Of Heaven playing in the background. you then decide to take your uggs off, crossing your legs on top of the seat.
"if you were anyone else, i'd literally kick you out," "awww, im special!!" you snicker, watching as he shakes his head, smiling nonetheless. " 'course you are." the song then switches, Open Arms coming on.
you gasp dramatically, reaching over and repeatedly hitting chris' arm. "what the fuck?!" he laughs out, watching as you turn the volume up. "roll the windows down!!" you scream, the boy doing as you said.
chris watches as you sing along, smiling to himself. he thinks you're the most beautiful girl he's ever laid eyes on. genuinely wondering why you thought so lowly of yourself.
as your favorite part comes on, you grab the boys phone, opening snapchat. you put the little flash on, recording yourself singing along.
"i hate myself to make you stay. push me away, i'll be right here," you sing, admiring chris through the screen, watching as his head bops along to the beat
"im so devoted to you, to you, to you," you motion towards chris with your head, a big smile plastered on your face.
"no matter what come between us, yeah, i decided, i'm forever riding, we forever guided," chris mumbles along, stopping due to another red light. he turns his head towards wards you, leaning over as you capture him on frame. "drew my favorite color, now you seeing every shade of me." he leans in, placing a kiss that was way too passionate to give someone he's just fuck buddies with, he pulls back with dorky smirk on his face.
"locked in for life, on God, no replacing me," you whisper along sith song, watching him hide his smile by turning back to face the road, stepping on the gas as the light turns green.
as the song comes to an end, you stop the video and save it to his camera roll, sending it to yourself before closing his phone. chris then turns onto some street, 10 minutes later turning into a parking lot.
"we're here, ma."
you both exit his car, your body shivering a bit as you zip up his jacket all the way.
you walk to the stores, they surprisingly werent too empty. of course they werent packed, but you could tell there was a good chunk of people at every store
"where to?" you mumble, slipping the hood of chris' jacket on. "they have a starbucks, so lets go there first, get something warm."
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"what happened to something warm?" you ask sarcastically, watching as chris sips his caramel frappuccino. "change of plans" he mumbles, watching as you sip on your macchiato.
"come on, they got a timbs store somewhere."
you happily follow him, not a thought in your mind as you admire your surroundings. walking into the store, you notice it was fairly empty, no more than 7 people in there. "hey guys, need any help?" an employee asks, chris shaking his head no. "no thank you" you verbally say, offering a small smile. "alright, well if you do just let me know."
you slightly zone out after that, just staring at chris as he looks at a specific boot up and down. finally finding the size he wanted, he grabs the box and hands it to you. "hey ma, try these on."
you nod your head, slipping one of your uggs off. "they're the same as yours?" you ask, a smile creeping onto your face. "mhm, how are they? too tight? loose? good?" "yeah, they're good!"
you take the shoe off and put it back in its box, "thats all from here, lets go pay." you follow the boy to the registers, setting the box down and allowing him to pay.
he grabs the bag in one hand and intertwines his kther hand with yours, leading you out the store and towards a bath and body works.
"nicks been wanting some new candle that came out so imma go look for it. get whatever you want, dont matter how much" he says, going off towards the candles.
you smirk, grabbing a bag and getting to work. you walk towards your go to scent, grabbing 2 bottles of the fragrance mist, a bottle of lotion, and another bottle of body cream, and hell, even the body wash, might as well!! you then go towards a thousand wishes, grabbing a body wash and a mini fragrance as you needed a restock. with a nod, you go find chris.
you're quick to spot him, 3 candles in his grasp. "for nick," he shows you the pistachio honey milk candle, "for matt," mahogany coconut, he blushes a bit after that, "and for you, saw you were running low." you smile, your favorite candle being placed inside the bag alongside the others.
"is this it?" the boy asks, slightly disappointed in how little you got. "i think so?" "you get that strawberry shit you like?" your eyes widen, how could you forget about your soap and hand sanitizer?!? you quickly run to get them before standing in line with chris
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it was now 1:50am, 10 minutes before the outlets closed. you and chris were loaded with shopping bags, he truly had spoiled you.
you got 3 new pairs of jeans from levi's, 2 pairs of jorts from gap, along with overall shorts, 3 or 4 shirts from h&m, a restock on your skin care items, the one size setting spray, another liquid eyeliner, elf lip oils, pimple patches, face masks, a pair of ugg minis in the color chestnut, white crocs (with random jibits chris liked) the stuff from bath and body works and the timbs.
"i think you bought me too much stuff" you say, stuffing bags into the trunk and backseats. "not all of it is for you, i bought matt and nick stuff too." you roll your eyes, "you bought them each a candle, christopher. i feel bad" "nonsense!" he waves his hand, dismissing your statement like nothing.
SUMMARY: in which fratboy! chris is as high as the sky.
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it was a cool, chilly november night. the college campus was alive with the hustle and bustle of students preparing for midterms. the crisp air nips at your nose and ears as you skate towards the infamous frat house.
you didnt even know why you were making your way down here, chris was clearly high out of his mind, texting you some "miss ya" bs and whatnot.
you sigh, walking inside the house and straight to chris's dorm, mumbling a quick "hi" to his brothers and the other boys who lived there as you passed them.
you hesitantly knock on his door, not wanting to alarm chris.
"'s me chris, let me in"
it takes a couple seconds before the door opens, a big dorky smile on the boys face, completely opposite of his usual stoner attitude. he grabs your arm, quickly pulling you inside his room. a strong smell immediately hitting your nostrils.
the giddy boy pulls you into a hug, twiddling with the strands of hair on the back of your neck. "jesus christ kid, how much did you take? you're acting like one of my kindergartners" you mumble, accepting his hug.
chris giggles, like, actually giggles... letting you go from the hug and dragging you to his bed. there, you notice the amount of rolled joints.
you sigh, "chris...", picking them up and setting them on the tray that sat on a desk near his bed. "c'mereee" he whines, pulling you into his chest.
okay yeah, he either tried something new, or just had a fuck load of everything in his system cause this was not the chris you knew.
sure, even when high, the boy acted like he didn't want you there. never texted cause he "missed you," he texted you to fuck, what the hell had he taken??
"chris...what, what did you take?" "i dunnoooo" he giggles out, brushing his nose against the back of your neck. "you're actually scaring me chris. i'm not playing, what did you take?"
the sternness in your voice makes the 21 year old pout, "why're you mad at me....been super stressed, jus' wanted to not feel, y'know" he replies, pushing you away and turning his back to you.
god, he really was acting like one of your kids. you sigh, if he was gonna act like a kid, you'd treat him like one. you place a hand on his hair, ruffling it slightly.
" 'm not mad sweetheart, jus' concerned, m'kay? dont want you takin things your body cant handle" you say, your tone calmer than before. the boy peeks over his shoulder, smiling at you. "hehehe, you're worried about me" "that i am, you're not acting like yourself."
he nods to your words, turning around and pulling you back into his chest. "i bet you're kids love you...bet you're an amazing teacher."
you giggle at his statement, " 's not funny ma, im bein f'real, you're so sweet, and nice, and caring. you have a way with your words" "yeah yeah, stop talking before normal you regrets anything you say, go to sleep" "...will you be here when i wake up?" "always am"
5 hours go by before chris finally stares awake. he opens his eyes and jumps a little. his face was on top of your head, his arms wrapped around your torso, and one of your legs was draped over his. he blinks slowly, carefully sliding you off him, trying not to wake you.
"morning sleeping beauty" you mumble, barely opening your eyes.
"oh, um, hey" he gives you a flat line smile, "you okay?" "huh? oh, yeah. i am, thanks...."
you sit up, hair messy as ever. "pretty" he slips out, eyes widening in shock at his own words. "all you princess aurora" you remark, stretching. "go back to sleep, ma. imma go get food, want something?" "mhm, whatever's fine"
SUMMARY: fratboy! chris and tomboy! reader mark some territory. (nsfw)
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christopher own sturniolo could honestly not care any less about hickies.
of course, his fratmates tease him about them, but he doesnt care. it's not like your association with chris was a secret, people knew you were his– casually of course, non of that relationship bs. but for some reason, it still left you a little confused when he'd openly display the purple marks you left behind.
"wont they see?" you ask, disconnecting your lips from his
you were in his bedroom, sprawled on his lap as hot, passionate, kisses were exchanged, his head suddenly tilting up— his way of asking for your marks.
"what?" he asks, slightly breathless from kissing, his eyebrows furrowing. the question confused him because, had he not made it clear already?
"people are gonna see the...you know" the embarrassment in your voice elicits a chuckle from chris.
he's quick to press his lips on your collarbone, nibbling on it slightly, "want the straight utter truth?", you nod with curiosity, entangling your fingers in his messy brown locks. "i think you love seeing them on me," he mumbles against your skin, trailing kisses up your neck. "and you love the thought of people knowing they're from you even more. quite frankly, i couldnt give a singular shit if people see them. i know you know me better than that, right ma?"
nodding your head, you gently pull his mouth off of you. you push him back softly, back landing against his surprisingly soft mattress, and get to work. you start by kissing his faint freckles, down to his jaw, down to his neck and collarbone. the breathy groans you elicit from him as you suck and nibble that spot right underneath his pulse point send you into a daze almost immediately.
no more than 2 minutes pass by before he flips the both of you over, settling right in between your legs. he smirks at your flushed face, sliding your sweatpants off of you. "your turn sweetheart"
he latches onto your skin immediately, forging red and purple marks from your stomach alllll the way down to your thighs. you're a whining mess, watching as he gets closer and closer to where you need him most.
you let out a chocked gasp when chris attaches his mouth to your clit, hands flying down to grab and pull at his hair. he groans against you, your back arching off the bed as you push his head closer to you. he works hard, like he's being paid to eat you out, sticking his fingers inside as he laps at your juices.
at this point, your thighs must be suffocating chris, but you couldn't dare think of that as he brings you to your blissful end, thighs clamping shut onto his head. he doesn't seem to mind though, tongue fucking you through your orgasm.
mere seconds later, you open your legs weakly, watching as chris' head rises from in between your middle. his hair was a mess, chin shiny with your fluids, "we're still casual though"
SUMMARY: fratboy! chris spends valentines day with tomboy! reader and her students
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"cmon, we got like an hour left!!"
infamous dealer christopher sturniolo was the last person anyone expected to show up in your classroom during valentines day. but when you texted him "sos!! teacher is sick, need help decorating the classroom!!!" he showed up—5 target bags in hand, smelling only faintly of weed, and wearing a somewhat decent outfit
"alright, im here. whats the game plan?" chris asks, leaning against one of the tiny tables with a lopsided grin. "okay so," you clap your hands together, "class starts at 9:15, we need to get everything up and going before they come in" you explain, grabbing a target bag
"hey how much was all of this? i'll cash app you" "dont worry about it ma, 's nothing" you sigh, not wanting to put up a fight
you smile as you take stuff out— brown paper bags, a variety of craft supplies, bags of candy, rice krispy treats, a box of gummy snack, valentine themed mnm's, plastic cups littered with little hearts, pink lemonade, a red tablecloth, pink and red heart shaped bowls, apple juice boxes, kool-aid jammers, a box of the small chip bags, the whole deal. he really went all out
"m'kay, imma run down to the printer to print out their name on a heart they can cut out" "isnt that a bit dangerous?" "well yes, but these are 5 year olds sweetie, they have to practice their cutting skills." the boy blushes slightly at the pet name, murmuring, "right" while opening a pack of lollipops and dumping them inside a bowl
"i'll be back. make it cute chris." the boy chuckles as he see's you skip out the classroom, taking your lanyard off and swinging it side to side
10 minutes later, you make your way back to your classroom. as you enter the room, you see chris writing "happy valentine's day" on the whiteboard in big, red, slightly sloppy, letters
you smile, noticing the rest of the room. he had set the tablecloth on the small group table, 5 bowls of candy neatly placed on top, juice boxes and pouches lined up next to the lined up chip bags. the plastic cups stood in 2 stacks, the pink lemonade next to it
you let a giggle escape your body, making the boy frown. "does it not look good? cause personally i think i fucking ate with it, 10 out of 10, finger licking good" "language. but yes, it's very cutesy chris, i love it" he nods, a small smile forming on his face as he finishes the last word
contrary to popular belief, chris was no stranger to your classroom. over the past few months, he’d helped you out here and there—whether it was because he owed you a favor or because he secretly didn’t hate spending time with you, you weren’t entirely sure. regardless, the kids hadn't actually met him, he was always there after school hours, helping you decorate the room or something
"okay, hear me out," he says, your eyebrow cocking up. "what if i run to walmart real quick and get mini cupcackes" "you dont think this is enough?" "there can never be enough" he says, grinning as he takes his care keys out. "you wont make it back in time" "psh, says who? i'lll be back ina few"
you shake your head, smiling as he walks out. "drive safe!" you yell out, focusing your attention back on the classroom
you go behind the teachers desk, grabbing a heart banner, getting on top of a chair and hanging it across the door frame. you continue to decorate the room, the clock hitting 9am sooner than you thought
another 5 minutes passes before the door suddenly swings open, chris hurriedly entering. "told you i'd make it back in time!" the boy sets the sweets down, a knock on the door being heard. "oh hey girl" you let out, watching as Mrs. Taylor— the teacher next door, walks in. she was a couple years older than you, causing the both of you to get along extremely well. "hey n/n, do you have, woah! who is this"
chris gives the woman a polite smile, "chris," he says, extending a hand out. "so you're the infamous chris, its nice to meet you sweetie" he nods, watching as the 2 of you interact. "anyways, you have an extra stapler? i swear i had one but now i cant find it?" you laugh, shaking your head, "cmon tay, how do you lose a stapler? isnt it always on your desk" "not today, girl i dont even know. do you have one or not?" "let me check", you rummage through a couple drawers, finally finding one
"here you go" you say, handing it to her. "thank you! you're a life saver, he's cute by the way" she thanks, whispering the last part to you. she's quick to excuse herself, leaving you and chris once again. "hey, go get a vistors pass from the front office" "why? "so you can stay silly"
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"okay guys, before we enter the room, i have a couple of announcements. first of all, remember mrs. nova is sick so she isnt here today, it's just me and a small guest in there, okay? be nice and respectful towards him, treat him like you treat me and mrs. nova or i'll have to move your clip down, got it? second of all, me and that guest worked hard on a small surprise for you guys, dont immediately rush towards it, sit at your desk and wait for further instructions, got it?"
"yes ma'am!"
you smile and open the door, watching as some of the kids gasp and cheer in excitement when they notice the table, others pointing at chris. "wanna be called mister chris? or just chris?" you ask as you walk towards him. "chris is fine" you nod, looking at your students,
"guys, say hi to chris for me"
"hi chris!!!"
"he'll be our guest for today, he bought and helped set up your treats, so make sure to thank him when you come up. now, before i allow you guys to come up here, there's a brown paper bag on your desk, what you're going to do is color and write your name on this heart," you hold up the paper cutout, "and then cut the heart out following the little lines," you point at the dash lines, continuing your instructions, feeling chris' gaze on you the whole time
your kids get to decorating their paper bags, you and chris deciding to make one for funsies. the 2 of you talk about random things, you glancing up every other second to monitor the class, watching as they worked on their masterpieces. soon, 15 minutes pass, and you decide that was enough time. "marco" "polo!"
"okay guys, you should be done with your bags by now—let me see them, hold them up," you smile as the kids proudly show off their work, messy hearts and drawings scattered all over the bag, name barely readable
"i'm going to call you guys table by table to come get your snacks, okay? if you want pink lemonade ask chris nicely and he'll serve you some, okay? remember to thank him"
"yes miss l/n!!"
"awesome sauce, dylan's table, go ahead and come up here," the group of 4 scatter to the table, a small smile lands on your face as you watch them interact with chris. "while they get their treat, does anyone have any questions?"
"is chris your boyfriend!?" "do you like chris!?" "have you kissed chris!?" "why is chris here!?" "chris is cute!!" "is chris your valentine!?"
you laugh as you hear their questions, "okay nevermind, no questions. steph's table, come on up"
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minutes later, the kids happily chat as they eat their candy. "old mcdonald had a farm," "e-i-e-i-o"
"im aware you guys also brought some snacks to pass out. so, what we're going to do is go around the room and put whatever goodies you brought inside the paper bags, okay?"
the students get up, dropping cards, little fidgets, snacks, anything they brought into the bags. you reach over under the teachers desk, grabbing a bag filled with goody bags you had made the previous night and begin to pass them around, some of your students coming up to you and handing you small gift bags
around 7 minutes later, the class finishes passing out their treats. "who wants to watch a movie?" you ask them, the kids cheering in excitement. "hey sweetie, what's the login to your disney+ account" you mumble towards chris, handing him the laptop. with pink cheeks, chris quickly logs into his account, handing you the device back quickly. you scroll through the movies, your kids ultimately picking The Good Dinosaur
as the movie plays, you have chris pass out coloring sheets with some boxes of crayons so the kids could color as they watched the movie. soon enough, you pop a dumdum lollipop in your mouth, looking over at chris as he sits back down, noticing how engaged he seemed in the movie. you chuckle to yourself, sipping on your beverage
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the end of the day came quicker than you thought. after the movie, you took them to specials—they had music class on friday, which lasted an hour, so you got to tidy the room a bit, forcing chris offering to help. the rest of the day then consisted of small activities going over what they learned the previous day. the last thing you guys did was read a book, to which your kindergartners insisted chris read. once he finished reading the book, you had the kids clean up again, taking them down to the car line where the other teachers would help them get in their respective car or bus, afterwards
"see? i totally crushed it," chris says as you pack your stuff up. "they 100% love me"
"right on both things, you did better than i thought," you reply, remembering how he'd help the kids out with whatever they needed, making them laugh, and overall just getting to know them, well as well as you could get to know a 5 year old
"you're good with them, you know," you say quietly when he joins you in packing the remaining food up. chris shrugs, a small smile playing on his lips. "yeah, well, they’re better company than most adults. present company excluded, of course."
"of course," you reply with a laugh, nudging him playfully. for a moment, it’s just the two of you, and as Chris hands you a left over cupcake with an exaggerated bow, you can’t help but feel like maybe he’s not the nonchalant person he wants everyone to think he is.
19. confident. “not in pink”. spiderman + any superhero. concealer and eyeliner. education major. small hidden tattoos all over her. lowkey highkey can cook. has never, and will never, smoke. speaks whats on her mind. malcom todd + tyler the creator + the weeknd. hella piercings: both lobes (upper ones too), right industrial, left cartilage, both helix's, belly button, and her nostril. beanies. silver jewelry. dog person!! scared she isn't feminine enough. hidden hour glass figure. “let’s just assume everyone in here doesn’t like me” - flynn rider
and fratboy! chris
21. dealer. "dont look at me like that". commitment issues. video games. lowkey fw readers music, but will never admit it. backwards hats. king of rolling joints, can do it with his eyes closed. pepsi. kendrick lamar + travis scott + king von. extremely gushy and soft if he gets too high. can surprisingly draw well. hates labels. lowkey highkey, wants a lip piercing. used to play hockey in high school. 2 numbers; a personal one, and one for 'business' purposes. "i got a bitch that text me she dont got no clothes on" - big sean
how they met
it was three weeks after the start of the school year, the air was still filled with excitement, however, not for the 21 year old. he was currently pissed off, his frat house had hosted their second party of the year. he had fucked a random girl there and now she had somehow gotten ahold of his personal number, refusing to leave him alone
his mind wandered as he blasted 'Crazy Story' by king von on his airpods, allowing him to forget about the endless messages he had. for now at least
unfortunately, in his music dazed state, chris had actually forgotten to pay attention to his surroundings, ultimately crashing into something, someone.
SLAP!
a stack of papers hits the ground, accompanied by a couple boxes of crayons. 'wonderful' he thinks, 'this day cannot get any fucking better'
"great" he hears, followed by a deep sigh. "sorry man, wasnt looking where i was going" she laughs out, trying to break any tension that could form between the two
chris was planning on ignoring her, not wanting to converse with this rando, when suddenly she looks up at him. "hey asshat, i may have bumped into you, but i apologized, least you can do is pick my crap up"
he smirks, squatting down
he grabs the stack of papers and boxes of crayons, "hello kitty and spiderman coloring sheets, what are you, 5?" he remarks, handing her her things. "nope, but my students are" she replies, smiling at him, and not just one of those random smiles, a smile you give someone you've known for years, a genuine smile
taking the lollipop out of her mouth with a loud pop, she extends her hand out, "y/n, education major. econ, huh? took that last summer, it actually sucks" she introduces, noticing the book he was carrying. chris flicked her hand away, he didnt do this. he didnt talk to girls, he either, A. fucked them or B. sold weed to them, then left
simple.
did she not know who he was? or his reputation? something about her immediately intrigued him, the way she so confidently held him accountable. how she didnt suck up to him, desperate for some dick
as she walked off, adjusting her beanie, he smirked, continuing his way to class, wondering if they'd cross paths again.
SUMMARY: hispanic! reader just wants to dance with chris at her cousin's quince
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"cmon chris!! you've been learning how to dance for the past year, you've gotten so good at it, why not let the whole world see?" you whine, watching as your cousins dance to the upbeat huapango with their boyfriends.
you were currently at your younger cousins quinceañera, chris was obviously your date. you've had a lot of fun so far, catching up with family, introducing chris to some extended family he hadnt met yet, participating in traditions he had never heard of, but now, it was time for el baile
your cousin had already done her valse and baile sorpresa, it was time to get lit!! the only problem was your stubborn boyfriend. for the past 15 minutes you had been trying to convince him to go dance with you, but he just wouldnt budge.
you roll your eyes in annoyance, it's not like his dancing was bad, sure, at first it was horrible, but as you practiced and taught him, he got better! better than some of your cousins who have been dancing since you guys were babies!!
"mija! porque no has bailado? se que te encanta, no te sientes bien? o que?" (honey, why havent you danced yet? i know you love it, do you not feel well? or what?) your mom asks, "no quiere bailar, ma" (he doesnt want to dance, mom) you reply, head motioning towards chris.
"chris, mijo, why you no dance?"
"i'm not that good yet, uhh no bueno" the boy replies with a smile, pointing at himself. "aish" your mom waves him off with a smile, standing up and grabbing his arm, yanking him up. "mi niña want to dance, so you dance!" your mom declares, pushing him towards the dance floor, knowing he wouldn't say no to her, couldn't say no to her.
you clap your hands excitedly, immediately standing up. "thank you mami!" the dj then puts the song eres ese algo on, making you smile. this was the first norteña he had properly danced to when you were teaching him. he had learned how to dance this genre very well, it was his favorite.
"you know this song, amor, dont be nervous."
chris nods, taking your hand as you wrap your arm around his neck, him mimicking the move around your waist.
you 2 begin your dance, chris taking the lead as he takes lazy looking steps back. he quickly changes his pace though, the saxophone beat dropping, you following his footsteps.
your family looks awestruck as your bodies move as one, effortlessly gliding across the floor. chris leads with confidence, guiding you through small spins and twirls. you continue dancing, making your way around the whole dance floor. chris, fully aware that he's doing well, starts a turn sequence, your hair flaring out with each spin.
the two of you giggle and smile as the dance continues. your once insecure boyfriend adding his own flare to the steps, improvising dips and quick footwork that showcased everything you'd taught him. as the song comes to an end, you finish with a flourish, breathless but exhilarated.
your family actually claps, some of your tios and tias chanting, "guerro, guerro, guerro", making chris smile. then, the song tao, tao comes one, a classic cumbia. chris had caught on to cumbia's pretty quickly, only struggling with the turns you'd have to trade off.
the boy immediately pulls you back in, pearly whites at full display.
as the lively beat kicks in, you start swaying side to side, getting into the groove. you begin to spin around, laughing and enjoying the moment. your feet shuffle to the catchy rhythm, mixing simple steps with playful turns and little hops, chris definitely impressing your family.
you then playfully twirl around chris, as he matches your energy with some fun footwork. you both share smiles and playful glances, really feeding off the music and each other's vibe.
as the night continues, the 2 of you dance until the party was over, only ever stopping to drink water.
Hey guys! Just wanted to say, for the next couple of weeks, i will be uploading some Sturniolo content.
First and foremost, that content is NOT originally mine! I was approached by another writer on here that oh so kindly asked me to repost her work as she will no longer be supporting the Sturniolo's.
I do NOT know why, and I also did not pry. She asked NOT to be be mentioned or anything, so if you recognize a fic as hers, please respect her wishes.
imagine Steve Harrington and Henderson! reader who is 3 years younger than him...
• Henderson! reader who is actually dustin's half sister, different moms, but no one knows they aren't fully related
• Henderson! reader who was born in '70 (making her a year older than dustin) in the lone star state
• Henderson! reader who wasn't introduced until season 3 (1985) around age 15-16 (?)
• Henderson! reader who became really good friends with robin! They met in band and are actually very alike, from clothing style, to humor
• Henderson! reader who wears glasses, also has braces (Though she doesn't have CCD like dustin!), and a southern accent
• Henderson! reader who views dustin's friend group as her little siblings too! Despite only being a year older than them. El and Max often going to her for advice
• Henderson! reader who is such a music NERD. (she makes mixtapes for everyone because it's quite literally her love language)
⤷ • Henderson! reader who has an assortment of dorky music pins on her bag! and stickers too!
• Henderson! reader who got kicked out of her old school in texas
• Henderson! reader who always has gum and snacks on her
• Henderson! reader who loves to collect things! i.e mixtapes, friendship bracelets, keychains, stickers, pins, pressed flowers, hair clips/barrettes, and movie stubs!
• Steve Harrington! who is not a pedo!
• Steve Harrington! who never viewed her in a creepy way, or fell for her because she's younger. he fell for her personality (though her looks are a bonus.) and how caring she is for everyone, especially dustin and his friends
• Steve Harrington! who is actually really terrified of his feelings towards reader because wdym she's younger than nance?!
• Steve Harrington! who is slightly more protective of her than the rest, especially when dealing with upside down shit. best believe he's glued to her side, always walking in front of her with an arm stretched behind him
• Steve Harrington! who never yells at her, despite how frustrated he may be with a situation, he watches his tone around her
• Steve Harrington! who is so head over heels for her!!
• Dustin Henderson! who always told his friends his sister was off limits.
• Dustin Henderson! who has the healthiest relationship with his sister, rarely any bickering between the 2
• Dustin Henderson! who has monthly sleepovers in his sisters room that he never misses. he once dropped a dnd match because it fell on their monthly sleepover, (eddie was pissed)
• Dustin Henderson! who makes her his personal bank, anything he wants, he'll ask her to pay (and she never denies)
• Dustin Henderson! who was the first person to realize one of his closest friends had fallen for his sister and didnt talk to either of them for a week
• Henderson siblings! who value their monthly sleepovers. they use the time to catch up— talk about whatever may be going on, good or bad, watch movies, etc etc
• Henderson siblings! who don't really look like each other. reader has blonde curly hair, light brown eyes, skin is more tan, and she's a music nerd, not science
• Henderson siblings! who are often described as bubbly when together, their healthy vibes radiate onto others
• Henderson siblings! who have a handshake they've done since they were in elementary school
• Henderson siblings! who both talk with their hands, scream when excited, and over explain everything
• Henderson siblings! who had their first serious fight when dustin found out steve and reader had feelings for each other
a/n: got into stanger things 🥹✌🏼 this outta all things inspired me to write again... sigh
