#<- first time tagging my oc lets get hype

[frogsafterdark]

Trick or Treat ^^

A little pumpkin treat for you!!! 🎃🎃🎃 Happy Halloween!!!

[robynlilyblack]

But you’re over here

Fred Weasley x fem! shy! Potter! Reader

Summary: During the final game of the season, a certain redhead couldn’t care less about the trophy

Warnings/tags: swearing, friends to lovers, first kiss, getting together, mutual pining, Hufflepuff reader, potter reader, James being a good dad, Cedric being the best wing and hype man, Jess, Timothy and Joey OCs, marauders being parents

A/n: 4.4k words, ngl the alchemy plays in my head during this kiss scene, apologies for any mistakes I'm a bit ill right now, as always reader can be the bio or adopted older daughter of James and Lily, based on this and this requests ♡

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“Oh boy, oh boy!” James claps his hands, rubbing them together in excitement as he, Lily, Remus, and Sirius reach the top of the stands 

Lily giggles at her husband's enthusiasm, following him to the front row, while Remus and Sirius brace themselves at the top, catching their breaths after a quite frankly atrocious number of stairs

Today was the big game, not only was it the old rivalry between Slytherin and Gryffindor, but it was the final, and the first year Harry was serving as captain after Oliver passed the torch to him two years ago. It was safe to say as fun as the Triwizard tournament was the previous year, quidditch was still the marauders and co’s favourite pastime. Hell, the whole school was buzzing

“Were they always that high?” Sirius whispers, rubbing his chest “Fuck me” he breathes heavily

“I think we’re just old now my love” Remus chuckles, after all these years he still can’t help but wind up his husband just a little bit

Sirius makes a face “Fuck you! I’m not old…you’re old!” he childishly argues, wearing a grumpy pout that twitches everyone once and again, revealing the smile beneath

“And when is your birthday?” 

Sirius’ mouth opens to reply but alas the man has nothing and is caught looking like a fish, though he’s a very cute fish in Remus’ mind

“We might be old…but you’re still as pretty as you were last time we were up here” Remus compliments, leaning down to peck Sirius’ tinting cheeks “Pretty boy” he whispers one last blow before pushing off the beam and joining his friends leaving Sirius flustered 

“Pads? You comin?” James calls out, head shooting over “Ohhhh” James barks a knowing laugh, whispering something to Remus and patting his back as he sits down

Sirius can’t help but let out a small smile as they turn away “He thinks I’m pretty” he mutters all giddy to himself before joining his friends, taking a seat between Remus and James, with Lily on James’ other side

“See! I told you we were smart coming early, it’s already beginning to fill up” Lily points out, smiling to herself as she shrugs off her jacket, grabbing the others as well, before laying them on the seats behind them to save room for when the McKinnon’s made their fashionably late appearance

James smiles, hand finding the top of Lily's head “That we were, hun” he agrees, patting her head and soaking up her proud little smile as she smooths out the rest of the coats

“Who are you looking for?” Remus asks, pulling James’ attention back to find Sirius squinting off into the distance

“Our goddaughter, I haven’t seen her in ages” Sirius pouts, squinting harder

“You saw her at Easter break” James chuckles 

“Oh yeah” Sirius nods, remembering “Still, I miss her” he confesses, warming the men's hearts

Sirius and Remus decided against children, not that they didn’t want them per se, more they couldn’t confirm the child's safety with Remus’ furry little problem. As such, they filled that hole with you and Harry. Sirius took an extra shine to you though, maybe it was your shy yet cheeky nature that reminded him of Remus, or maybe it’s the little bit of himself he saw in you, watching you get sorted into Hufflepuff when everyone else in your big, wonderfully weird family was Gryffindor. Whatever it was, though today was Harry’s day, he still had to make sure you were alright

“Do you want your glasses?” Remus offers, sighing as he watches his husbands sorry display and reaches for his bag

Sirius swats his hand away “I don’t need glasses moony, I’m fine. It’s just the wind, it’s blowing stuff in my eyes” he gestures around his face, scrunching his nose before attempting to subtly squint again

Remus’ eyes meet James’, shaking his head as he mouths ‘why can’t he admit defeat?’

James smirks, shrugging as he turns away, now interested in where you were, as is Lily after overhearing the debacle. The four searched for you as the student body make their way to the stands. Glancing around Remus’ spots a wild Weasley, smiling as he watches Ron attempt to hold back his blushes as Hermione fixes the red paint on his cheeks. Lily spots Neville, Ginny and Luna in another stand wearing their handmade lion mains. Sirius spots well…nothing, but your father on the other hand is the one to finally find you. 

He watches as you enter the stand diagonal to them with Cedric, Jess and two other boys he doesn’t quite recognise but based on their green scarfs must be Timothy and Joey, which would be two out of the four very few Slytherins in this world he accepted were good, the others being his best friends’ brother and the one and only Dorcas Meadows

“Found her” he points with joy “There she is, ain’t our little fawn beautiful” he shines, causing all their eyes to fall on you as you all worm your way to the front of your own stand

“It’s funny seeing them in red and gold” Remus notes, an amused look as he observes yours, Cedric, and Jess’s Gryffindor scarves, most likely stolen from your brother and his friends…or perhaps secretly gifted from one particular Weasley

Lily nods, but her head tilts to the side as your head taps the taller of the other boy's shoulders “They seem close, which one is he again, Tim or Joe?” she ponders trying to remember

“Tim, she said he was tall in the letters” James confirms “They aren’t together” he says with confidence

“And how would you know that Captain Oblivious?” Remus’ laughs, eyeing his friend but then his gaze drifts to peak at his husband, who's been unusually quiet, realising he’s still very much struggling to see you

Remus slowly collects the glasses from his bag again and holds them up in offering

“Dammit” Sirius sighs accepting the truth and putting them on, looking grumpy until his eyes widen, like he’s seeing a brand-new world

“Better love?” Remus teases while pointing you out again

“Shut up moo…aww there she is, beautiful as ever” he adjusts them smiling “Wait…whoa” he looks at James doing a double take as everything is now in high definition “You’ve aged so well” he notes

James’ smirks “Why thank you, I steal Lily’s muggles products” he admits unapologetically, not that it’s much of a surprise to the girl next to him who just rolls her eyes, accepting the fact she now buys two of every product just for him

“It’s the one with lighter hair, not Cedric, the taller one” Remus points out to Sirius

“Oh…” Sirius eyes the boy, judging “...nah”

“What do you mean nah?” everyone jumps a little at first turning around to see Marlene, Dorcas and the cutest little lion there had ever been joining them “Holy shi… sugar those specks are something” Marlene laughs, catching herself before glancing at her wife, mouthing an apology while their daughter looks up at them confused

“Suu’gar” the little cub repeats before pointing at Sirius “Specky!” she says excitedly “Unkie Jams t‘win” she claps, pointing between James and Sirius before jumping and clapping again all happy with herself

Sirius’ quickly pulls the glasses off, cheeks heating while the others struggle to hold in their giggles 

“I don’t need them” he looks straight at Marlene, trying his best to be convincing

She just gives him a ‘really’ look in return before smiling softly 

Sirius half chuckles, half sighs as he admits defeat, flashing the women a genuine smile “It’s good to see you Marls, you too Dorca darlin” he then looks down at little Lacy “Hello little cub” he coos 

“Rwah!” Lacy holds up her hands in a claw motion, doing her best lion impression 

It was well known the Marauders had one brain cell between them, but when that cell fired it was magical, all including her mothers and godmother pretended she was the most fearsome thing they’d ever beheld, even a couple other parents who had taken seats little ways down joined in. After some pleas and chocolate offered to calm the beast, the group settled in again, catching up as they waited for the game to start.

You rocked on your feet, eyes continually flicking to the players entrance in anticipation

“You good sunshine?” you feel a soft pat to the top of your head, looking up you’re greeted with Timothy's soft smile, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly as he checked in, worried the ruckus and busyness of the stand was a bit overwhelming for you

You gently tap your head into his shoulder, nodding “I’m good…just excited” you confess with warm cheeks as your nose is flooded with the scent of your scarf again

“Ahhhh” he elongates, giving you and then the scarf a look “Y/n and Freddie sitting in a tree” he whisper sings

Your eyes widen before you attempt a scowl that looks more like a puppy pouting “Shut up” you chide, fixing the scarf a little before looking away, hoping Cedric, Jess and Joey were having a more in depth conversion but instead you find them grinning “Sugar” you press your lips into a downturned smile

They all looked at each other before singing in unison 

“K…i…s…s…i…n…g!” 

Despite your cheeks positively flaming around the second ‘s’, you can help but break into a smile. Your friends knew about your little crush on the Weasley boy from afar. Despite your brother’s closeness with the family you didn’t have such ties, you adored Ginny on the few occasions she had visited, along with Ron and Hermione, but as for the rest of the clan your paths rarely crossed. You were meant to spend the summer with them as your families decided to holiday together, but when Cedric won the Triwizard tournament that changed, and instead, he took you and your friends traveling with the prize money 

Yours paths finally crossed at the beginning of the school year, when Sprout created a seating pattern allowing everyone to get familiar with their randomised Herbology partner before the end of year assignment. You were nervous at first, as you were sure the professor was when she pulled out your names. Putting the quietest person in Hogwarts with the loudest person seemed like it would either be the worst pairing she had ever seen or the most genius 

To her good fortune…and ego, it was the latter. It was surprising to see the king of mischief actually try with his assignments, but most chalked it up to the fact that while you were quiet, you were well-loved by your year, you held no prejudices, helped people with their assignments when the asked you, and was just in general sweet to everyone, to the point even the meanest Slytherins were a little soft on you. Therefore, most assumed Fred couldn’t bear to let you down either, and while that was true at first, a second reason soon bloomed for the boy

It bloomed for you as well, you slowly opened up to him each class, topics drifting to something deeper, and by the time Christmas rolled around you both were close friends. So close in fact you began inviting him to your friend’s secret hideaway by black lake, at first to study, but then to hang out both with and without your other friends. It was funny at first, with Cedric and Jess being rivals in quidditch and Timothy and Joey's Slytherin status, but Fred warmed to them, gaining their trust and, not that they told either of you, their blessing 

“I hate you all” you pout, falling into Cedric’s side hug as you shake your head

“Nah” Timothy joins from the other side

“You love us” Jess chimes in, beaming at you

“Not as much as she loves him though” Joey adds cheekily, nodding towards the pitch, it seems none of you had noticed the crowds stir for the players appearances during your teasing session

Cedric and Timothy quickly retract their grasp, smiling at one another as you lunge adorably forward to see. Your friends soon join you, all cheering, while you find Fred in the small mass of people, admiring him as he laughs with the others. After a few moments, the team is finished talking, beginning to take flight and get into position. Once there, you watch as Fred’s eyes begin to scan the crowd, heart thumping as his gaze slowly draws closer, skipping a beat when they fall on you, and damn near stopping as he doubles back, face lifting 

You see, a few weeks ago you had met Fred to check over your final herbology assignment, which meant a late-night picnic waiting to see if your flower would bloom under the full moon. While chatting, the topic of today's game came up. Of course, now that Hufflepuff were out for the count, he teased you with who you would be supporting, his teasing backfired however when, without missing a beat, said you would be supporting whatever team he was playing in. 

After his slight fluster, which, to this day is one of your proudest achievements, conversation returned to normal, you figured he’s forgotten about it until a first year found you this morning holding a small bundle of Gryffindor scarves, one of which had a red ribbon around it with a note for you

You bring your hands up, hugging the scarf as your eyes meet, causing the biggest smile to take over his face. It was times like this you truly believed your crush was requited, and little did you know a certain redhead was thinking the same thing

“Be brave and go for it” Cedric whispers some encouragement 

He’s right, you think, Now or never

As you mouth him ‘Good luck’, you add a little extra to it, blowing him a kiss

His eyes widen in a pleasant shock, melting into a mix of joy and pride as he pretends to catch it, winking at you before kissing his balled up fist before returning his gaze to the field just before the starting whistle blows

“Way to go gal” Jess cheers, reaching over to give your arm a soft squeeze

“Aww the grew up so fast don’t they” Timothy wipes an imaginary tear from his eye while Cedric and Jess both match his energy, taking out handkerchiefs and pretending to be forlorn mothers, with Joey doing the same but with an imaginary tissue

You giggle at them, and while you would usually try to come up with some sort of witty answer, you instead break into a smile “He likes me” you say simply, swaying side to side

“If he didn’t, he’d be an idiot love” Cedric gives you a side hug while the rest of your friends’ smile, happy for you “Now let’s what your man kick snake butt”

“Hey-” Joey and Tim begin to object together but then shrug 

“Oh, who are we kiddin” Timothy laughs, taking off his green scarf and pulling out a red and gold one as does Joey “Pusey’s an arsehole and I want a chance to be a bridesman at your wedding someday”

“Bridesman?” you giggle, heartwarming at the idea of you and Fred getting married someday

“Yip, Ceds already called man of honour” 

The match was a whirlwind of emotion, the kind of game that left everyone on the edge of their seats. Gryffindor and Slytherin were neck and neck at every turn, every goal answered by another, and it was clear to everyone that this match would come down who would catch the snitch first

“Holy shit, this is intense!” James exclaims, practically bouncing in his seat “Merlin, how the hell did you guys watch me and Marls do this back in the day?”

“Jamie…language!” Lily scolds with a giggle, lips quirking up in amusement as she gives Dorcas a please forgive us look

“Oh, don’t worry, Lacey can’t hear a thing thanks to these” Dorcas it waves off, gesturing to Lacey’s adorable, enchanted earmuffs “Watch this” she says leaning over the little girl perched on her lap “You want some ice cream, bubs? What about a unicorn?” 

Lacey doesn’t react at all, instead she stays focused on mimicking her other mothers’ gestures and waves towards the pitch

“Those are…” Lily starts but is promptly cut off 

“What the hell was that!” Marlene huffs, throwing up her hands as the crowds roar once more, a mix of cheers and groans as the Slytherins risky manoeuvre pays off leading to another goal “Fucking Pusey again!”

“Did you get the earmuffs for the crowd or for Marls?” Remus whispers to Dorcas, who struggles to hold back a smile

“Oi! Gingers! Stay in formation! Godric, what are you doing?!” Marlene shouts again, shaking her head as Fred and George narrowly avoid colliding whilst going for the same bludger

“No comment” Dorcas replies with a grin before planting a kiss on Lacey’s cheek

The match grows increasingly heated after Harry lets the snitch slip through his grasp, igniting a fire under Slytherins asses causing their play to get even more aggressive

“This game is insane!” Cedric grips the railing so tightly his knuckles turn white

“Come on, Freddie!” you yell, unable to stop yourself as he whizzes by

You watch him turn ever so slightly, catching your voice over the roar before he dives back into the action, pulling off a spectacular move that has more than one person flushing

“Offt…your man’s a beast” Timothy mutters as Fred swoops in to deflect a bludger, shirt riding up a little as he does “What? I can admire” his cheeks tint as he sees all of your raised eyebrows

“Don’t worry” you say with a laugh, “He’ll never admit it, but he has a little guy crush on you too”

“Really?” 

“Really” you confirm, giggling 

“Did you see that?!” Sirius exclaims, pointing towards Fred after he executes a spectacular mid-air spin to block the Bludger aimed at Angelina “Can’t deny the boys got style!”

“Sure does” James agrees but then his expression sinks to a smug one as he adjusts his glasses “Almost as cool as some of the moves we pulled off ay Marls?” he tries to get her attention but is gifted a passive ‘uh huh’ instead

“Oh, please” Remus argues, chuckling “Are we forgetting in our final year when you tried to do a spin like that and your glasses came flying clean off?”

“What?!” Lily, Sirius, and Dorcas all turned to him in unison

“Moony!” James protests before his face slowly sinks as if awaiting his impending doom

“Wait…” Marlene turns slowly, looking menacingly down at James “You’re telling me. I almost lost my final match as captain because of your speckyless ass?”

James hesitates, his ears turning near crimson as he sheepishly scratches the back of his neck “…no comment”

With one final push, the final whistle blows, and the crowd erupts into cheers. You and your friends join in, your eyes look over towards Fred, who’s the first to get to Harry, pulling him into the biggest bear hug. The sight makes your heart warm, but your admiration is cut short as your friends practically pick you up, ushering you to move 

“What’s happening” you ask confused

“Come on, we gotta get down their sunshine” Timothy insists, shooing you along with Cedric, Jess and Joey “You’ve got a ginger to congratulate”

Over on the other stands your family celebrates. Everyone’s on their feet, except Lacey who is now glued to Marlene’s hip as they cheer 

“Yesssss!” James roars, pulling Lily into a celebratory hug…and subsequent snog 

“That’s my godson!” Sirius bellows, fist pumping the air before looking to hug James then realises “Oh…well if that’s what we’re doing, come here moons!” he hithers towards Remus, arms outstretched 

Remus laughs softly before indulging his husband, pulling him in for a kiss before dramatically dipping him

Meanwhile Marlene and little Lacey remain oblivious to the romance in the air, as she was too busy yelling so hard her voice will be lost come tomorrow “THAT’S MY LIONS!”

Dorcas just chuckles at the scene, pulling out Lilys camera and snapping a shot of them all (A/n: art of this bit in the future?)

As their celebrations calm down, they notice the teams beginning to land and everyone else begin to make their way down to join them

“This takes me back” Remus lets out a small laugh watching the red and gold scarfs fly around

Nostalgia fills the air as the others join him, gazing down

“Man…that used to be us” James remarks, letting out a breathy laugh before glancing over at Marlene

She nods, a happy yet bittersweet smile on her face “Yeah…good times” she reminisces before looking down at Lacey “Times are still pretty good…maybe better” she confesses watching her little cub cheer 

Dorcas joins her side, arm wrapping around both Marlene and Lacy as their foreheads meet

“I think we should give them their moment” Lily suggests “We have time to embarrass them later” she giggles

The group hums in agreement. As their stand empties, they begin pointing out things only they are privy to from their vantage point. Like Nevilles and Lunas intertwined hands as they weave through the crowd with Ginny, Lee sprinting to hug George, the Slytherin team sulks, or even Snape begrudgingly handing a couple of gallons to McGonagall. None of them, however, have managed to spot you or your friends yet. 

“I hope y/ns alright in the crowds” James says softly next to Lily

“As long as she’s with her friends I have no doubt shell be alright” she hums, giving your fathers arm a squeeze 

“Oh, there she is…” Sirius points you out before chuckling to himself “…maybe being your twin ain’t so bad” he jokes, wiggling his glasses 

James laughs, wrapping an arm around Sirius as everyone turns their attention back towards you 

Down on the pitch, it’s a flurry of red and gold, so you hold back at the edge where it was quieter, encouraging your friends to head into the chaos and enjoy it. Jess, Joey and Timothy promise to be right back, while Cedric spots Cho in the crowd little ways from yourself and joins her, being careful not to drift too far from you

You beam as you take a couple of steps back, watching Harry get lifted up by Ron and Neville. Much like your parents and family above, you want Harry and Fred to have their moment in the spotlight. There would be more than enough time to talk to them after

Unbeknownst to you, one of that duo was already looking for you. Fred’s eyes scan the chaos for your figure, but finds a familiar blonde in the crowd first, and he smiles watching him kiss Cho’s cheek. Cedric feels the eyes on them, looking up and noticing Fred’s searching expression. He smiles, giving a knowing nod towards you, as does Cho who’s clearly been filled in on the situation. 

Fred’s eyes follow the direction and there you are, standing apart from the rest, your gaze locked on Harry. Taking a deep breath, he hypes himself up, realising in that moment you aren’t just wearing his scarf, but the jumper he gave you to keep warm a few weeks ago as well. That along with the kiss you blew him earlier, are all the signs he needed to finally make a move

“Oi, Freddie” George calls as he moves away from the rest of the team “Where ya going?” George tries again but to no avail, Fred’s already gone, pushing through the crowd, using his broom to help manage the masses

As he breaks free, you do a double take, and he finds himself smiling as your confused expression melts into hope and joy

“You’re supposed to be over there” you tell him, taking a few steps forward as he closes the gap

“But you’re over here” he replies simply before leaning closer, eyes searching yours for permission 

You bite your lip, giving him a nod, to which his own smile grows and his broom is abandoned as his larger hands come up to cradle your cheeks guiding them up towards his lips as they crash into your own. You clutch the front of his sweater, pulling him closer but Fred being the showman he is had other ideas. His hands drop down, snaking around your hips before he dips you back. You squeal at first, then laugh softly with him before your lips reconnect. After that the rest of the world fades away. The cheers and buzz around you becoming a distant hum, neither of you reacting to your friends’ cheers nor the flash of Jess’ camera 

Your friends aren’t the only spectators of course…

“Wait…” Marlene points towards you and Fred “…is he about to…oh!” her mouth drops open, gently covering Lacey’s eyes while Dorcas smiles in a happy shock beside her 

Remus, Sirius, Lily are next to react, eyes widening, before breaking into smiles. Remus and Sirius take a moment longer, clearly doing the ‘does he deserve her’ math in their heads first

“That’s my girl” Lilys hands come up to face, overjoyed, she had an inkling you were a little love struck from your letters, she just didn’t know with who until now

“He’s alright” Sirius begrudgingly admits while Remus nods in agreement

Their smiles and shock soon melt into anticipation as they all slowly turn towards James, who had been a bit too quiet considering the situation. But when they see him, he is…beaming?

Turns out Lily wasn’t the only one with an incline, in fact, James being the girl dad he was, has known about every crush you’ve ever had, your one on Fred being no different. Safe to say, he was ecstatic

“Yes!” he cheers “Oh the dips a nice touch, very classy” he nods in approval before looking over at the others “What?” he takes in their shocked faces

“Prongs?” Remus eyes him “You realise that’s y/n, right?” he feels the need to check

“Yeah” James shrugs before his mouth makes an ‘oh’ shape, his reply sending them into fits of laughter “I’m supposed to be mad right now, aren’t I?”

Thank you for reading ♡

[punksyeet]

- Baecation ❥

Plot: Gianna (OC) heads to Hawaii with her best friend for a celebratory girls trip, completely unaware that she’d meet the man of her dreams.

Warning: Hefty flirting & mature language!

"May I have a piña colada please?" I ask the bartender, leaning against the tiki bar counter.

This man is drop dead gorgeous.

I'm talking thick curls, a gorgeous body with a v-line that's barely covered by his cargo shorts, and tattooed skin that's the perfect shade of caramel.

"Of course beautiful," he replies, and automatically gets to work on my drink.

I smile sweetly and turn to my best friend Trinity, that's stood next to me with my jaw dropped.

She playfully whacks my arm and covers her mouth to hide her giggles.

"There you are love," the man replies, sliding over my drink.

"Thank you so much," I reply smiling again, and slip him a $5 bill.

He takes my hand and stops it from sliding the rest of the way towards him.

"You're all taken care of," he exclaims. "A lady as beautiful as you should never pay the bill."

My cheeks immediately turn hot and I just know I look identical to a tomato. "I-Are you sure? Thank you so much!"

He gives me a warm smile, before bringing my hand up to his lips and placing a soft kiss on my knuckles. "Anytime, beautiful. Now go enjoy your day."

I smile and thank him yet again, before walking off with Trin by my side.

On our walk back to the beach house, I take a sip of my drink.

"Ooo girl I think he put extra rum in this," I coo, doing a little dance. "I might have to let him put a ring on it."

Trin nearly chokes on her drink, bursting into laughter. "Girl that man was whipped for you! And who wouldn't be?!"

I dramatically pout my lips and pull her into a hug.

For a little context, Trin and I are both professional wrestlers.

A tag team to be exact.

The other night, we won our championships back from Alba Fyre and Ilsa Dawn.

And to celebrate, we booked a three day trip in Hawaii.

"What time does the ship arrive?" I ask, taking a seat on a lounge chair next to her.

"Around 4:15," she replies, picking up her phone and tapping on the lock screen to reveal the time. "So we have a good hour to kill."

I nod, taking another sip from my drink.

We decide to spend the first half our just relaxing and chatting, and the other heading back into the house and get ready for the day.

I end up picking a cute pastel green knit bikini, a matching hat, and my Burberry slides.

"BODYYYYY!" Trin squeals and claps her hands, hyping me up when I walk out of the bathroom.

I giggle, twirling and posing for her.

"Thank you boo!" I reply, giving her a warm hug.

She hugs back and kisses my cheek as we pull away.

—————————————————————————————————

We’ve been on the ship for almost 2 hours - exploring the island from afar, taking cute pictures, trying incredible Hawaiian food, swimming, and jamming out to island music.

It's such a fun and quality-filled time with my best friend. <3

"I'm gonna go grab a drink," I say, as I get up from one of the deck lounge chairs. "Do you want anything?"

"I'll take whatever you're having," Trin replies, poking my side.

I giggle and nod. "Alrighty I'll be back in a sec."

I head downstairs to the bar area and my eyes widen at the sight I'm brought with.

The same gorgeous bartender from earlier looks up and immediately smiles once he sees me. "Hi again, gorgeous."

I smile back and sit down. "Hi. Are you following me or something?"

He chuckles and shakes his head. "As much as it seems that way, nah. My cousin actually owns the ship, so I volunteered to bartend just for today."

I nod, and cross my arms over the counter. "How strange that we ran into each other twice the one day you're working here."

He shrugs. "It's a small world, babygirl. Anyway, what can I get you?"

I smile at the pet name. "Two dirty shirleys please. Preferably as strong as you made my piña this afternoon."

He smirks and winks at me before going to work on our drinks, and once finished, slides them both over to me.

I reach into my purse, before he stops me again. "Don't even think about it."

I playfully roll my eyes, smiling, while taking a sip of my drink.

"Thank you again," I reply, getting up.

"You're very welcome beautiful," he coos. "You know what I just realized? I never got your name."

I smile and hold out my hand. "I'm Gianna."

"Gianna," he repeats, taking and shaking it. "That's a gorgeous name. Fitting for a gorgeous lady."

I blush, smiling. "Thank you. And you are?"

"Oh my bad," he replies, chuckling. "I'm Joshua. You can call me Josh. Or Jey. Or really anything."

I giggle quietly. "Josh sounds perfect."

He smiles and strokes my hand with his thumb. "Listen, I don't mean to be too up front or a bother, but would you like to go out tonight? I know a couple awesome restaurants around here."

I smile, tilting my head. "Sure. And you're no bother, I promise."

He gives me a warm smile. "Perfect. I'll meet you on the beach at around 8?"

I nod, taking another sip of my drink, before entering my number into his phone. "That sounds perfect. I'll see you then."

He nods, kisses my hand, we say our goodbyes, and I walk off.

"Girl," I say, hurrying over to Trin. "You're gonna die."

"I know," she teases. "It's as hot as the pits of hell out here and I still don't have a drink in my hand."

"Oh shit," I reply, handing her the other glass. "Sorry."

She giggles and shakes her head. "I'm just teasing, sis. Now spill."

I sit down on the chair next to her and set my glass down. "Remember the bartender from earlier?"

"The one that had the hots for you?" she teases, wiggling her eyebrows.

I playfully shove her shoulder and she laughs. "He's working downstairs and...let's just say I have a date tonight."

Her eyes go wide before she squeals and pulls me into a hug. "Gi that's amazing! I told you!"

I giggle, hugging back. "I know! I'm so excited!"

"You really do deserve this sweetheart," she says, before taking a sip from her glass once we pull away. "It's been so long. I'm so happy for you."

I stick out my bottom lip and smile sweetly.

A couple years of ago, I was in a super toxic and abusive relationship with a former colleague named Carmelo Hayes.

To make a long story short, he was super egotistical, made me feel like shit almost every day of our relationship, and even put his hands on me once in a while when he didn't get what he wanted.

It was a super scary time, but Trin was by my side throughout and helped me build the confidence to end things with him.

My soulmate in best friend form. <3

"It really has," I reply. "But Josh is super respectful. He's already ten times the man that Carmelo ever was."

She smiles, taking another sip of her drink. "It really does look like he adores you already. These island men are something dangerous."

We share a laugh and enjoy the rest of our time on the ship together.

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It's now about three hours later - around 7:05 to be exact - and Trin is helping me get ready for my date.

"I'm thinking we curl your hair," she says, playing with my hair in the mirror. "And then tuck in these two front pieces."

I hold up my hands. "You're the master. Work your magic queen!"

She flicks her hair off her shoulder and we share a laugh before she gets to work.

"I love it," I squeal, once she finishes. "Thank you Trinny!"

Trin sets down her curling iron and gives me a quick hug from the back before heading out of the bathroom. "Anytime babes. Now get changed so I can see the full effect."

I give her a warm smile and nod before taking my dress off of its hanger.

We picked out a pretty baby blue mini dress that compliments my skin perfectly.

Once I'm done getting dressed, I step out of the bathroom and pose. "Ta-da!"

Trin looks up from her phone and automatically squeals, throwing it aside. "Oh. My. God. Sis you look GORGEOUS!"

I scream and giggle as she pulls me into the tightest hug. "Thank you bestie! I couldn't have done this without you!"

We rock back and forth for a bit before she plays with my hair and makes sure my dress looks perfect in the mirror.

"Alright girly you're all ready! Have the best time and call me if you need me!" she coos, hugging me.

I smile and hug back. "I will Trin. Thank you for everything."

We say our goodbyes and I'm off to the beach to meet the dreamiest man in the world.

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After a few minutes of walking on the beach, I see a figure standing against the bar counter.

As I get closer, I see that it’s Josh - dressed in a white loose polo shirt with the first 2 buttons opened and jeans.

"Hi gorgeous," he coos, reaching out his arm for a hug. "You look incredible."

I smile and gladly accept the hug, resting my chin on his shoulder. "Thank you, love. You do too.”

His hand rests on my back just above my ass.

"You ready to go?" he asks, pulling away and holding my hand. Our reservation is in a couple minutes."

I nod, smiling. "I'm super excited. All the Hawaiian food I've tried so far here has been incredible."

He gives me a warm smile and we head to the restaurant, making some more small talk on the way.

The date itself is amazing.

I ordered the most delicious loco moco - a rice and meat dish with gravy and egg, and Josh and I shared pretty much our life stories.

I could tell he was listening to my every word - which is something I'm not exactly used to, but I love about him.

Now, we've decided to take a walk on the shoreline.

"How'd you like the food?" he asks, looking down at me.

"Incredible as expected," I reply looking back at him, smiling. "But it gave me one hell of a food coma."

I rub my stomach with my free hand as he chuckles. "Yeah Hawaiian food is pretty filling. But I'm glad you enjoyed it."

I smile sweetly, until he stops walking and turns to me.

We kinda just stare into each other's eyes for a bit, and of course, I'm blushing the entire time.

"You really are the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen," he coos, taking a strand of hair away from my face and adjusting the flower by my ear, which he gave me earlier at dinner.

I blush, looking down smiling. "Thank you, Josh."

He gently lifts my chin and I'm met with his gorgeous face once again. "Don't be shy, love. Unlike that douche that you were telling me about at dinner, I'll take care of you. I promise."

I blush even harder, still smiling like an idiot.

"Can I kiss you?" he asks, cupping my face and stroking my cheek with his thumb.

"That depends," I reply. "Do you care if I kiss back?"

He chuckles and leans in, cupping my face and pressing our lips together.

I automatically kiss back, wrapping my arms around his neck and playing with his curls.

His hands travel to my waist, pulling me in closer, and deepening the kiss.

With every stroke, I feel more and more ascended to heaven.

This man is perfect.

The perfect kisser anyway.

We slowly pull away and gently touch foreheads.

"You're incredible babygirl," he coos, taking both of my hands before kissing my left one.

"You're not so bad yourself," I reply, teasing him and smiling.

We share a laugh and our lips meet again - only for a peck this time - before we continue our walk, hand in hand.

Eventually, it gets pretty dark and he walks me home.

"I had the best time with you tonight," he says, turning to me once we get to the beach house.

I smile and reach up to run my fingers through his hair. "Me too Josh. Thank you for everything."

He smiles back and leans down, allowing our lips to connect once more.

After a couple strokes, he pulls away and kisses my cheek. "Have a good night."

"You too," I say, my voice barely above a whisper.

I watch him walk off before heading inside to reunite with Trin, who's sitting cross-legged on the bed, her lip dramatically stuck out, signaling that she heard everything.

The second I see her, I start laughing. “Trin, you’re like a raccoon.”

"You two are fucking ADORABLEEEE!" she squeals, running over to me and wrapping me in a hug.

I giggle and hug her back. "Thank you girl. He's truly amazing."

"You have to tell me everything!" she demands, taking my hand and pulling me onto the bed.

"Okay so first..." I reply, and go on to tell her every little detail.

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giannamacri successful girls trip 🌴💚

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[kayfabe-is-king]

Highlights from my very first AEW live show (spoiler free):

Justin Roberts finding out it’s my first show, coming over to chat with me and then giving me both a high five and fist bump.

Fangirling over Bryce Remsburg and him offering to take a picture with me (he was insanely kind).

Staring Ricochet in the eyes and screaming that he was bad at his job (it got such a rise from him, I did it the whole match).

My husband going, “Oh that’s why the lady in line had all that toilet paper. I was worried she knew something about the restroom situation that no one else did.”

The kid next to me swearing like a fifth generation sailor and throwing out top tier insults at the heels.

Literally everything about Will Ospreay - from chanting his name at the top of my lungs to him chatting with fans post match.

Getting to see Brody King’s entrance live and barking my head off for him.

Chatting with other fans around me (everyone in our section was fun and friendly) and exchanging theories. Most of them agreed John has been regularly referencing both the Old and New Testament. One thinks the PPV title “world’s end” will have more meaning in the scheme of the Death Riders angle.

Orange Cassidy taking the time to do selfies with everyone who stayed after taping ended. He truly gives back to the fans and jumped the railing to pose with a fan in a wheelchair. I cannot say enough good things about him and Will.

MxM Collection - I finally get the hype. They were a blast live.

My husband asking me if OC was cosplaying as Johnny Cage.

Yelling out “you deserve better” to Kip Sabian and him laughing. He is somehow even hotter in person.

Chanting “shots, shots, shots, shots” with every single person in the ballroom (including some staff).

All the love for Big Bill and his dance moves.

Kyle chewing every piece of scenery in sight while putting on a damn fine match.

Speaking of chewing scenery, the hubs was positively giddy about every single women’s match. Not just for the brawling (although he was amazed at how brutal they can be) but also for their high caliber scene chewing.

Slapping hands with: Toni Storm, Thunder Rosa, Private Party (and Marq letting us touch his tag belt), Danny Garcia, Alex Abrahantes and Komander.

Beast Mortos standing right next to me and roaring. Seriously I could have touched him but refrained.

My husband being concerned about PAC going outside (it was very cold) with wet hair. “He’ll catch his death from pneumonia.”

Accidentally touching Jon Moxley’s head (and apologizing profusely to Cheesecake for doing it only for him to hug me and say it’s fine).

How we all collectively decided to chuck our inhibitions out the window and chanted like nobody’s watching.

Seeing first hand how much fun all of the wrestlers were having too. Especially when the cameras were off.

Last but not least, the hubs taking most of the photos and videos so I could simply enjoy the show.

[just-some-guy-joust]

Just Some Guy OC Tourney - Side A: Round 1

Rules:

do NOT be mean to anyone or any characters in these polls. you MUST clarify if you are joking/teasing or you will be blocked. if you are someone who entered an oc into this and you are mean to other contestants you will be disqualified

do NOT claim a character doesn't deserve to be here. yes including your own. be nice

if you are posting propaganda you have to tag us, including if your propaganda is in the reblogs. it is difficult to tell when something is or isn't propaganda. anything not tagging us will likely be missed

please don't hesitate to let me know if i messed something up!

have fun, hype each other up <3 thank you

Evergreen | She/her | @insertsona

shes just kind of chilling tbh . she's technically unemployed (didn't feel like it) and spends most of her time vibing . her ex recently returned to the city after randomly disappearing for years and she was just kind of oh hey glad youre back . her most interesting trait is that she takes part in a fighting tournament once a year and wins it usually . and shes transgender

Promos: evergreen is a character in my oc universe teunia! shes a side character in the main story the tourney and a slightly more main character in the unnamed prequel that i think abt very often (but have yet to develop . bc im too busy thinking abt my dr oc constantly)

teunia's folder -> https://toyhou.se/InsertSona/characters/folder:3849690

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Zephyr Fey | He/him | @lord-plague

An averagely built guy who somehow managed to join the military force of his fortress city without a birth certificate, ID, and with dyed hair. Nobody knows where he came from, nobody knows why he is here but there he is. No magic or superhuman abilities or prodigal skills but my god does he make great goo bowls with greater personalities (nobody wants the goo bowls and he does not know why). That one friend that keeps trying to alleviate awkward situations with jokes and random laughter.

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Full images and descriptions under the cut!

EVERGREEN IS LITERALLY SO JUST SOME GUY. despite being a repeat champion for the tourney she lives in a shitty studio apartment . she had a girlfriend that was also her rival and then they broke up and she was just oh ok! her hobbies include vibing, hanging out, etc. shes like those old guys you see watching planes take off or construction occur . nobody knows where she gets her money from . her ex's new partner is a friend of hers. she doesn't even bear any relevance to the first main plotline because she's too busy doing other stuff she just happens to also be in the city while the horrors occur . sometimes shell go to the local coffee shop and just not order anything . i wanna be her friend . i havent actually posted her on tumblr . shes so some guy that most of the facts abt her character i can think abt are so mundane i never even bothered to write them down

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[aurorangen]

Character Asks!

TYSM for tagging me @mdshh @simvanie! Honestly, Renee would be all of them, but these are the sims I think of straight after.

🎬 Which OC is the first at a movie theater opening night for a movie they've been excited for?

RIKUUU!!!! He loves to stay on top of the latest trends, especially movies. If someone asks if he's seen xyz YUP I'VE SEEN IT! Riku would enthuse about the film (and hype it up) and as someone who radiates lots of energy, he'd make you want to see it! Those tickets would be purchased as soon as it's available and ofc he'd buy one for his best bud Oscar. Also being first there is great for him to claim the good seats to get the best experience.

🤔 Which OC is the pickiest?

I know you've hardly seen Nancy, but she is the pickiest. She is a chef, a perfectionist chef, so she'd definitely be picky with food. It's not with being a picky eater but with presentation, execution, and taste. It all has to be done up to the highest standards!

😣 Which OC is the most stubborn?

Actually both Renee and Robbie are stubborn siblings, but let's talk about Robbie! Refuses to listen to others, does what he wants, is not very open-minded at all, and always wants to prove that he's right. Well, this attitude stemmed from his childhood, with his sister overshadowing him, and then feeling like a failure. He finds his own way to stand up for himself and being mean/stubborn acts as a protective shield to hide his insecurities. Robbie is working on communicating better and listening to others tho.

💪 Which OC looks like a pushover, but could actually kick someone's butt?

Now this is definitely Renee. She's only small but she can kick your ass!! Both with words and feet haha!! In my head, there is a time skip from when she graduated to being a detective and during that time she received extensive police training like defence, firearms and combat. DO NOT UNDERESTIMATE MY SWEET RENEE!!!!

✨ Which OC is most likely to excitedly talk about hobbies?

This is Oscar! Out of him and Riku, he's the more reserved guy and I see him as an outgoing introvert. When it comes to his hobbies, he does not shy away and talks animatedly about them! From snowboarding to music, rock climbing to traveling, his life is full of adventure and he loves to share everything!

I'm very late to this but I'd love to see your answers @druidberries 💜

[softcitrus2345]

Hello! This may sound a bit weird, but do you have any advice or recommendations on getting into this niche? I've kind of been watching from afar on several blogs, and I really want to try and test the waters! But I'm not really sure how to go about it, and I'm super scared that I'll end up just talking to a brick wall, having my mutuals find out, or have people ridicule me :')

Thank you for any and all help - I love your art!! Been hanging around for a while now and the progress you've made is so cool

- Clueless Anon

Oh I totally getcha! That's not a weird question at all! /gen /pos

Starting out with this kinda thing is really difficult, I know from experience. It took me months to hype myself up enough to even create this blog, let alone start posting on it, and I had (and still kinda do) those same fears you expressed, they're all very valid but hopefully what I share can help a bit with making your experience more manageable :3

The information I'll share here consists of opinions based on my personal experience posting on this blog, and getting into the belly kink community in general

I'll break it up into steps from what I sorta did when I started out so it makes a bit more sense.

STRUCTURE YOUR BLOG - Make an introduction post with general information about what to expect from your blog, and some other information about yourself if you want to. I like to include a few other things like some of my hard boundaries and leave it as a PINNED POST so that anyone who comes across your account will see this information

BLOCK YOUR MUTUALS - I have the same exact fear of being "found out" by people im close to or just know outside of this space, so once you set up the bare essentials on your blog, look for your mutuals accounts and block them. If you think a mutual of yours might have a blog but you're not sure, ask them! (Something I did was I asked my mutuals to send me their blogs so I could check them out when in reality it was so I could do this exact thing) Don't see blocking as something inherently malicious or bad, it's just a protective measure and a way to curate your experience on the internet in a way that is comfortable for you!

INTERACT WITH YOUR FELLOW ARTISTS! - I know it may not seem like something super important, but interacting with other artists is a very good way to establish yourself in the community, reblogging, tagging and replying to posts you like with nice comments have the potential for others to check out your blog or interact with you as well! I got lucky enough that I found similar communities outside of Tumblr beforehand, but it's still an effective way to get yourself out there and seen!

START POSTING! - Besides my intro post, my first post was something that I wanted to curate in a way that would encourage conversation. I shared several of my ocs that I planned on posting here and some basic information about them, and opened up asks! It's always gonna be a pretty slow start, but as long as you put the time into your work and are passionate about what you want to share, people will find your stuff! It's hard sometimes, especially when comparing yourself to others is such a common thing for people to deal with (including myself sometimes) but everyone's gotta start somewhere!

Starting out anywhere is difficult in itself, but with things like this that are more sensitive subjects for people, I completely understand your uncertainty and nervousness about sharing this kind of content online. But as long as you're not hurting anyone or sharing harmful content, I don't see why people should be so stinky about others just trying to explore different parts of themselves and their interests.. Kinks shouldn't inherently be seen as something to be ashamed of just because someone doesn't understand it. I've been lucky enough to have close friends in this community who have helped me become more comfortable with myself and with sharing my chonky art, and I'm incredibly grateful for that.

I'm flattered you came to me for advice, I hope some of that can help you on your journey, and thank you for sticking around for so long, it means a lot to have your support ;;w;; 💖

I hope things go well for you! I'm cheering you on anon!!

[ozai-the-bonsai]

I have recently encountered this post here suggesting a quite interesting story idea for a Zuko x firenbender!reader fic. I initially tried to contact the owner of the post via pm but I haven’t received any reply yet and I am kind of worried someone else will make a move if I wait any longer.

I am so hyped to write this but I need to ask the general audience some questions. Maybe while we work this out, the owner of the post will see us and help me clarify this stuff as well ^.^

I personally find that I write OCs much better than the reader themselves, the freedom of an OC allows me to dive into the different dimensions of the character much more! But if the main hype is for firebender!reader, then I won’t object of course (:

PS: to get an idea about what my writing is like, you can check out the first chapter of Tame the Dragon (for x reader) or you can check out this stand-alone piece here (for x oc) or the first chapter of this little Valtor x OC series (tho the second chapter captures my OC writing better).

[At this point I realised I can only add one poll dammit]

Second Question: Do you want smut or not?

This is a complicated one since the characters in ATLA are all minors. The reader/oc is going to be the same age as Zuko (16) and I personally did a lot more than making out at that age [for the record, my partners have all been my age as well during that time, and we gave a clear yes each time so my experiences were healthy and based on mutual consent]. So I wouldn't mind including more than kissing from time to time but I can totally understand if the majority would be uncomfortable with characters being 16 and going into +18 territory.

I think that is all I want to ask for now, I cannot wait to start working on this fic!

I am tagging everyone from the original post who wanted to be tagged in case someone started working on the suggested idea, if you don't want to be tagged in the future please kindly let me now via comment or pm!

@annonymatic @yoongiesstar @lost-inthe-v0id

[thedroneranger]

The Drone Ranger's Be Kind Rewind ⏪ SometimesAnAlice Edition!

A rec reblog series dedicated to the fics that we love so much, we've re-read them!

@sometimesanalice's Rewind has landed! I have to give kudos for the commentary; I enjoyed reading it immensely! Plus, this peak hype person energy, and I am here for it!

While we continue to churn out amazing new content, let's be kind and rewind to look at some of the OG content we love! And don't forget to reblog when you re-read! Continue to show your comfort fics and favorite creators some love. It helps keep the fresh content coming :)

Let's keep this going throughout the summer, so if you're interested in participating in the Be Kind Rewind, message me. The more, the merrier!

If you want to know when a new Rewind drops, join the tag list, and check out previous Rewinds!

fics below the cut (listed in alphabetical order by title)

baby, i’m high octane, Jake Seresin, @laracrofted I could write papers and sing songs about how much I love this series. I refuse to remain calm about it because it is so devastatingly good. Ames has such a stunning way with words, I am always so immersed and transported and blown away by her work. There are lines in her stories that just stick with me for days and parts that I think about endlessly. (I’m also delicate about Delicate, do not get me started!) But BIHO is in a league of its own. Nora is an OC who you instantly love and root for right from the very first chapter. There is something so special about the way Jake is written in this story, the layer of depth he has is so compelling to me. And it has been such a treat going on the journey with them as they find their way to each other in the dreamiest of slowburns. Add this to the top of your TBR pile, you won’t be sorry!

can't unfeel that, Jake Seresin, @theharddeck I think about this fic A LOT. The yearning and pining and emotional intimacy is so deliciously angsty as these friends-with-benefits fight the deeper feelings they’re developing without knowing the other person is feeling the exact same way. Sana does an incredible job building the tension and exploring the dynamics between these two as they try (and fail) to keep it casual. It’s bittersweet, it’s juicy, it’s unforgettable. And fair warning, the smut in this will send you into a tizzy. 

Government Issued, Bradley Bradshaw, @bradshawsbaby I love this trope so much, I get such a kick out of the idea that people are out there getting fined for “defacing Naval property”, but this one in particular is so much fun! There is a lovely sense of domesticity that makes this such a cozy, fluffy story to read. However, it’s the build up and the banter that never ceases to amuse me! I love to revisit when I need a good laugh.

Jealousy, Bradley Bradshaw, @gretagerwigsmuse I am the self appointed president of the Smart Aleck and Bradley fan club. These two have had me in a chokehold since the moment I read them and they haven’t let go of me since. I had such a hard time picking which to highlight for this because I love and reread so many (sending all my love to skyrockets in flight, afternoon delight). No one breaks my heart and puts it back together or makes me yearn and pine or giggle and blush like these two. They are my favorites and I’m so thankful for them because their story is so special. The care and attention to detail that Jordan puts into her fics is just unmatched. But there is something about Coach Dadley Dadshaw that just warms my heart in the best way. I love getting to see the sweet glimpses into the future and lovely life that these two get to build together, I’m truly so soft over it. This story in particular gets me with Dadley!Bradley, Jealous!Bradley, and all the witty banter that Jordan writes so well! It has got it all: fluffy feels, humor, and a dash of smutty goodness!

Mighty Fine, Bradley Bradshaw, @thebirdandthebee The way this fic gets me grinning and buzzing every time I read it! The fluffy, smutty adrenaline rush of it all! I have so much love for the smitten Rooster in this story! He is so gone and so soft for the OC Caroline, who is an absolute firecracker. The build up is such a fun one that you can’t help but cheer for him when he finally gets his girl!

No Sex with the Ex, Bradley Bradshaw, @tongue-like-a-razor  Lena has so many stories on her masterlist that I go back to again and again and again (shout out to The Zipper Incident and Faking It and Less Talk). She is the QUEEN of tension and electric, witty banter. They always read so effortlessly and I am constantly left in awe at the finesse of her storytelling! I always find myself swooning, and laughing, and yearning when I read her stories! There are so many things I love about this in particular from the Hangster bromance to the jealous!bradley to the pining of it all! No matter how many times I read it, I still get a little thrill from it!

Red Flags, Green Flags, Bradley Bradshaw, @roosterforme There’s a reason this story has 4K+ notes on it: it’s fun, it’s flirty, it’s perfect! "Are you asking me on a date while I'm technically still on a date with Jake?" you asked him with a grin.//"Oh, your date with Jake ended a good thirty minutes ago," he informed you with a very serious look. "Now you're on a first date with me. You having fun?"-- NEED I SAY MORE? Your honor, I rest my case.

Tuesday Night (prequel to Not A Coincidence), Bradley Bradshaw, @sehnsuchts-trunken There is nothing more that I love than a slow burn and some good old fashioned mutual pining, and this little duology has it in spades! Mary’s Reader is so quippy and sarcastic, the banter always gets me laughing. The tension and chemistry is so palpable in these fics, you can’t help but be greedy about wanting to read more! And it doesn’t hurt that Rooster is just so swoon worthy. 

Untitled childhood Bradley series, Bradley Bradshaw, @the-ace-with-spades I have read a lot of angsty stories that hit me in the feels, but nothing has quite ruined me emotionally like this series has. This universe where after Carole’s death Bradley goes to live with Mav and Ice, as he tries to figure out where he fits in this new family is absolutely gut wrenching in the best way. There have been times where it was so hard to read because I was blinded by the tears in my eyes. The way it makes my heart ache! It’s still a work in progress, but I am so hopeful for a soft landing. 

You Don’t Get to Taste the Honey Without the Sting of the Bee, Bradley Bradshaw, @notroosterbradshaw No list is complete without something from Cass! There are so many that I debated picking (g.u.y, the boyfriend experience, the 1%), but the angst in this one just sticks to my ribs and I think about it often. When Cass leans into the angst, she really LEANS into it and this one hurts so good. Bradley is so realistically flawed in a way that makes you want to shake him for being so blasé to his partner’s feelings. I love the way Reader sticks up for herself and I ache for her in the way her partner is the source of her pain. It’s complicated and messy and real and I love it. Hit me in the feels and I will come back for more, and Cass keeps me coming back for more!

Creator's Own

Give Me Your Hand {Here is My Heart} (2-part Series) The ‘Like I Can’ series is something that took on a life of its own. What was supposed to be a little one shot turned into a three part series that turned into a universe of its own that takes up half of my masterlist. I love writing for these two, but I am really partial to this little mini-series that explores their relationship and builds up to their first time together. I think there are some fun moments, but also some tender and emotional ones as they take that final step from being just friends to being something more. Next from me will be Vol. 2 to Leave a Light On!

Tag list and friends: @petcr3 @desert-fern @Sagittarius-Lovewitch @mygyn @sweetwhispersofchaos @horseshoegirl @the-annoying-fan @dingochef @moon42flight @thecitysgraveyard @ereardon @roosterforme @cherrycola27 @galaxy-of-stories @taytaylala12 @malindacath @violyn20 @awildewit @potato-girl99981 @shanimallina87 @blue-aconite @djs8891 @linkpk88 @furiousladyking @daggerspare-standingby @princess76179 @jstarr86 @hecate-steps-on-me @darkheartcherry @soulmates8 @roosters-girl @dempy @roosterisdaddy36 @hangmanscoming @s-u-t @mavrellover91 @chicomonks @averyhotchner 

A kind reminder, this is a 18+ blog. While not all stories in the recommendation list are 18+, please respect boundaries and do not interact unless you are 18 years of age or older.

[justcallmebc]

Ok but the accuracy with the 3 one (2nd question pic)

1- Megumi Fushiguro

2- Toge Inumaki

3- Suguru Geto

So- Instead of using My OC I'll just use GN!Y/N Headconnons here-

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Here goes nothing- (yes ima bad writer, show mercy!)

Warning: Swearing.

1- Who Do You Get Along With The Most.(Megumi)

When y/n joined as a jujutsu sorcerer, They weren't much of a talker- not in a way of being super introverted but they weren't really an extrovert too can't say they were an ambivert either cause one moment they were silent AF like planning a mass murder or just super- duper exited like they took some Drugs or shit. Though this behavior of their's made them understand other's or more specifically Fushiguro Megumi.

Poor boy thought they were quite the silent type unlike too extroverted yet dumb like Yuji or too bossy like Nobara so he was drawn to them, talking and explaining them all about the jujutsu sorcerer's. Until they got too comfortable and started to acting like the other two fellows- Boy was confident that he actually found a sensible person to talk too after so long but nonetheless the more he saw the different sides of them the more he got along with them, to a point that he started to understand them more than Nobara or Yuji themself did. Understanding your mood shifts, to understanding how to comfort you.

He, himself can't believe that he can do that but there he is and he is glad that he can do so. Y/n even started to open up to him to which he replied with a stoic face(not always) though a rational answer's and ofc you would have thought it as rude but you knew better.. Knew him better.

Now Megumi and y/n freely open up to each other. Megumi is so very glad to meet them.

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2- Who likes you the least.(Geto)

Let's just say that after you rejecting his offer on joining him (Before becoming a jujutsu sorcerer) and insulting him publicly, for being a creepy old fuck following you like a needy motherfucker just to join some stupid organization (or you can change).... Yea he hates the very sight of you.

He still thinks your useful though might as well destroy you then force you to join.

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3- Who has a crush on you.(Inumaki)

Ok, so for this one lets just say that you knew 2nd year sorcerer's through Megumi as he was like a guider to you for the first few weeks, he introduced you to Maki , Panda and Inumaki. You surprisingly got along with panda and Inumaki but for Maki it took you quite some while. Let's just say she was impressed with your skills, they weren't enough but you held quite a good fight with her so she said she will help you with training but only if you promised her to give a good, no better fight next time.

"She didn't mean to sound rude just trying to sort of hype you up"

Panda whispered in your ears before tagging along with Megumi and Maki. Now you were left with Inumaki and you definitely were nervous, yes you knew he can't talk because of his cursed speech but that didn't help you. You weren't sure how to proceed with a conversation with him since you were always called up by others in a convo but him. He seemed to have noticed your uncomfortable form and put a hand on your shoulder-

Tuna Tuna (Look)

you turned to face him-

Tuna mayo? (talk?)

You can hear the worried tone of his voice even if the words where small. You let out a breathy chuckle before replying that you're ok and you aren't hurt to which he nodded and listened as you took this opportunity to have a convo with him. Sometimes he used ingredients of Onigiri and when you didn't understand he either made hand gestures or even write it down. You felt bad but he reassured you that it's ok and nothing to be worried about.

It has now become your mission to try and understand him like Megumi and others, so he to can feel easy and not write it down again and again. He on the other hand loved the time you both spend together, Knowing that not many people talk to him because of his cursed speech but you trying your level best to understand him made him. . . Melt. The fun times you both spend together, The jokes , the laughter, the horror of Maki's anger, the comfort of cuddling with panda and sleeping. He at first was unsure of his feeling but every time you had to part made him sad, was an under statement.

you most definitely developed a crush on them panda said to Inumaki continuing with "I had noticed by you looking at them".

A crush...yes.

Thought inumaki with a small smile that was covered by his clothes.

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4. Who do you kick out after seeing him/her watching you sleep? (Megumi)

"God damn it.. Not again!" megumi groaned in anger as one of his divine dogs, who were suppose to guard the hotel rooms while the others slept peacefully, was gone. After the group went to finish off a curse they didn't notice that the time went really quick so as a result gojo gave them a small feast and bought rooms in the hotel for a night. Megumi wasn't really as tired since he did the least as this was suppose to be more of a training for y/n and yuji so most of the time megumi took naps which resulted him not finding any sleep at the night. As annoying as it was, this was the third time that one of his divine went without giving any sorts of signal. Lucky the cursed energy flowing through the snow furred animal was enough to follow its trail, while his other void furred dog also lead him towards a room. Megumi was very hesitant to enter because he didn't expect that divine dog to enter a room, nontheless your room. wait on the first place how did it enter the said room?..

"Great what am I suppose to say to them now.." he said while holding the bridge of his nose. After a few minutes of contemplating he decided to knock on the room and then he would apologize but when you didn't open the door after few hard knocks, he genuinely gets worried. thoughts like 'What if their is a strong curse that attacked you when you were asleep' ran through his head as he held the unlocked handle of you room.

"maybe that's why the divine dog wasn't able to report back" he mumbled to himself as he slowly but carefully open the door and seek in for any threats only to find his divine dog to be patiently sitting near the edge of the bed you were asleep on. He slowly entered inside your room with light steps making sure not to make any noise and head towards his divine dog. when he didn't feel any threat he quickly just wanted to silently retreat back outside but when you started to move to change your position form facing the wall towards the other side he froze ready to hear you scream, when nothing happen he looked down towards your face where there was a strip of moon light falling from between the blinds making you look venust. The room wasn't very dark but dim from the moonlight, While looking at you he figured out the reason why you weren't opening your door. Apparently you fell asleep with your airpods on and maybe the music must be playing still. feeling lucky he was confident he would silently move out and save the embarrassment. Unfortunately he took too much time to think cause a few message ringtones went off in your airpods and after shifting a little you sat up blinking your eyes a few times. You turned to grab your phone only to catch a dark silhouette standing near the edge of your temporary bed. A loud scream was about to erupt from your mouth only for it to be muffled by a large hand. After a few protest punches, the person let out a groan which made you halt. I have heard that voice, you thought.

"Quite down please, People will panic if you keep shouting" said a gruff voice. You know that voice until it clicked to you. You moved the palm off you mouth and said in a whispering loud voice-

"MEGUMI?!" You couldn't believe your eyes, W.T.F is HE doing in YOUR room?!.

"See I know its very awkward situation right now but let me ex-"

"No..Out of my room.. please" You said in a bewailed yet shocked voice. Without another word megumi left your room and you made sure to lock you door.

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You weren't able to sleep properly that night. (but megumi explained himself in the morning though :^) ,also you were the one who brought the doggo in to play a bit it wasn't until late that he realised it was gone)

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5. Date your Sis/Bro/BFF to make you jealous. (Inumaki)

Lets just say that it was panda's idea because apparently

It has worked in movies so why not.

And Maki warned him... He should have listened to her...

Lets just say... That made you think of him more like a brother than effecting you even a little..

Inumaki did broke off with the said person, It was hard but it wasn't what he wanted in the first place...

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6. You end up in a relationship with. (Megumi)

It shouldn't be like this... It really shouldn't..

Then why, Why did your heart beat so fast when you heard him light laugh on one of your worst jokes ever. He should be annoyed right?.. "That's was the worst of worst's I have ever heard from you" he said with a small smile dangling on his face.

"Oh - ah haha it wasn't even that bad" you tried to recollect yourself. Its not just that day, somethings different. Usually when both of yours eyes met by coincidence, you would always wiggle your eyebrows to tease him but that damn day- that day when your eyes met in practice area, when his hair stuck to his sweaty forehead as he held a tired out expression, your heart sank in your stomach as butterflies flew uncomfortably. What was this feeling erupting within you. It hasn't happen before(It has) when your with megumi but suddenly everything with him seems so... tough.

Megumi was your friend.. You cannot right..

All he has ever done is be nice and respectable with you ever since you joined jujutsu high.

. . You cannot believe you have fallen for him.

Its been tough trying to act as if everything is smooth like butter but you know you cannot control that feeling when he's around you, talking, light laughing, smiling, something he doesn't show easily yet with you he's all clam and open-ish.

You have been quite since morning, something very normal cause sometimes everyone enjoys staying calm rather than always jumping like literal monkeys every now and then plus everyone from gojo sensei to all students of 1st and 2nd year knows how sometimes you liked to stay more reserved and silent. So no one disturbed you, no one but Megumi because he knew your silence, he knew you. So when everyone(Yuji,Nobara,Gojo) where moving to have lunch you stayed back..with megumi.

You purposefully didn't wanted to go to cafeteria and wanted to gather your thoughts but being left with him your thoughts instead of calming down took a speed of bullet train. You couldn't stop thinking as every step he took, your heart felt it was trying to move up your throat and jump out your mouth to run away and hide some where. Sensing your discomfort megumi stopped in a friendly distance while taking a little while asking you "what's the matter."

"Hmm?" you look at him confused. That one emotion took every single vein in your body to stay and appear calm.

"I said what's the matter?" he said in the same tone.

"Nothing?" you said trying to look confused. But he wasn't a fool and you knew that.

"Im not falling for that" he said after staying silent for a while.

Megumi unlike you had many goals and was very determined so surpass his own limit to be able to stay on itadori's level. not in a rivalry way but more to prove that he is strong enough to fight when itadori is down on his knees. Megumi had goals. You weren't even sure of yours. Megumi deserves better ofc. You wouldn't have been scared to confront, if it wasn't for the obvious fact that megumi isn't interest in dating anyone.. or more over the reason you have been hurt so much that you don't want to lose him too. Things like this are the reason for friendships to break and you were scared.

"[Name]?" Megumi called out to you while you were space out finding the floor more interesting. When you didn't respond megumi place both of his hands on each of your shoulder's. Not until he gave you a little gentle shake that you looked up at him while he looked down at your seated position.

"Please tell me... what happen?" If someone would see megumi right now, they will catch a fever because he isn't like this. His eyes isn't soft they are sharp. His voice isn't so light its always serious. His lips aren't in a worried frown when they are always pressed together in a pursed manner forming a line. His face doesn't look sad when its always in a annoyed or tired expression. You're hurting him...

"[Name] whatever happene-" you cut him off.

"Megumi.." you're hurting him... "I'm sorry"

"??" He seemed confused on your sudden apology.

"I like you.." You said it, you finally said it and it feels great to get it of you chest but u know whats about to come next so your ready, hardening your heart as megumi slowly moved away from you. you couldn't see his expression because you found the floor to be more interesting again. After a few minutes of silence you heard megumi sign.

'Here it comes' you thought bracing yourself for the rejection. . . . . you felt warm.. '....' you stayed silent as megumi rested you're pounding head on his chest as you heard his ever speeding heartbeat.

"I.." Megumi began only to stop for a moment. . . "I.. Feel the same about you.." Megumi said, his voice soft and light. 'Its a dream' you thought, 'Its a beautiful lie, yea its a dream' you started shaking, not crying but lightly shaking not believing which only made megumi to hold you tight around your shoulders. You didn't even notice he was hugging you.

"You got me all worried you know" his voice as sweet as honey filling you're ears.

"Is this a dream?" you asked not sure what to say at which he lightly chuckled. "Funny cause right now... even I feel like this all is a dream.." he replied.

After a few moments of silence you wrapped your arms around his torso apologizing a few more times to which he only rubbed your back.

He was yours and you were his... No one could change that now.

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OMG IM FINALLY DONE- This was in my drafts for months holy god.(cause I honestly wasn't planning on posting, I ain't built like that fr 😔)

Im so sorry if this a OOC but I hope you enjoyed this because i don't know If I'll ever write again HAHA :)

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Have a great time, Love, BlackCat_0491

[thisuserislilsilly]

Summary: First Sanguinala with Isolde....which also included spending the holidays with her family, who I had not being introduced yet...nothing could had ever prepared me for that.

Pairing: Crae Vullscat (Rogue Trader) x Isolde and Elise (OC precious baby by @meervalv0)

Genre: Action/fluff/wholesome

TW: Foul language, fluff, wholesome, (miss?)characterization of Lion El'Johnnson

Author's note: Between Christmas and my birthday (today) I wasn't able to upload this before....oh well pretend it's still Sanguinala okay?

Goblin tag squad: @cardinalcanis @finchly-tintinnabulation @artemisareia

@echo-of-damnation @meervalv0 @jaghatai-khock

@druidwolf21

Out of protocol

For all the tales and holopictures and myths surrounding Holy Terra, I must admit the first impression the world gave me whenever I was preparing my vessel to dock in their ports was no different from the other thousands upon thousands of Hive Worlds I had traveled to or had seen pass by in my youthful lifetime. Of course at that time of the year the bright lights of the festivities could be seen even from where I was standing high above the ground and, yes, knowing that was the birthplace of the Imperium as a whole surely hyped up the view but, like I said before, it didn't surprise me as much as I initially thought it would.

What did surprised me about this whole trip was the reason as to why I had been given permission to get there in the first place; I knew it was custom to visit family members and introducing oneself to the family of your loved one but I did not thought for a moment Isolde would be that enthusiastic to spend Sanguinala with her family...and me by her side.

It was a pleasure she would think so highly of me so quickly, partially because the firsts impressions and first date weren't the best ones I had ever organized for someone, but still some chills ran down my spine from time to time knowing that family was far above what I was used to being around with; large family gatherings? I could take it, a Primarch family gathering featuring one Rogue Trader they had barely heard about? A situation I was certain my luck wouldn't save me from or help with being left in the best impression possible. There would be side glances, I was sure of it, coupled with judgemental questions and the passive aggressive attitude of a father finding out his daughter had decided to fall in love with a complete asshole that hadn't been killed yet because the Emperor found it funny to have him around.

Nevertheless, those worrying thoughts slightly dissipated from my mind as the retinue on my name was making their way down to the Imperial Palace, passing through the busy streets of the world and letting me realize that just because it was a sacred place for the rest of the Imperium that didn't meant it was exactly exempt of illegal activities or those the branches of all the Adeptus wouldn't exactly approve of. There were at least six different "dirty" markets I could envision with my keen eye just in the principal avenue alone, who knew how many more there could be hiding on the labyrinth side alleyways or passages that the rich population attempted to ignore; my face lightened up when imagining those things and made a mental note to excuse myself later to explore at my own expenses those dangerous exciting prospects.

As we closed in on our destination I could hear choirs and letanies becoming increasingly louder; surely one of the many pompous shits the Ecclesiarchy prepared for these kinds of visits sure the miserable and feeble little Trader and his procession would feel small at the sight and sound of those majestic displays of power; I frankly found it stupidly predictable. I would've stayed like that, drowned in the misery of enduring those protocols if not for a small child with the same white hair of my beloved that suddenly bumped into me and looked up at my face before pulling a teddy bear from under her arm and yelling at me

"You're the rambling man! You're the rambling man!"

I politely smiled to her and waved my hand to not seem rude, fighting back the urge of kicking said child to the stratosphere and then running away back to my ship as fast as the wind could carry me; just like all the kids in my past, I knew that little shit wouldn't stop bothering me if I showed even a hint of interest to whatever she was trying to do get someone's attention.

Editor's note: Vullscat disdain for children can be traced back to his teen years, where he had to take care not just of his six years younger sister, but also his cousins that would routinely visit his mother during festivities and other local special occasions; Crae, the older amongst all of them, always took charge over the rest of the kids, hence that repulsion began to brew inside of him.

Which, is worth pointing out, would come back to bite him later in life, first in the Schola Progenium where he studied in as he turned into the errand boy of the older students and the personal pinata of the younger generations, then when he graduated and received the Trader Warrant Crae would have his first piece of action (and neverending luck) saving an orphanage from being captured by Genestealer forces in 831-0, a Industrial World, which gave him enough reputation and supplies to visit the stars. There are more of those incidents on his journals later on, but this was important to point out as soon as possible.

Sadly, as the protocols advanced and we finally managed to walk two steps without being blasted by the choir chanting, the little girl decided at the face of my clear intentions of getting her as far away from me as possible that she wanted to stay right beside me and do as much noise her little throat could allow her to make me pay attention to her; which is to say it wasn't so hard when the other option was to hear for the 11th fucking time how it was the highest honor in our lives to see some golden steps and the OUTSIDE of the Emperor's Palace that we couldn't enter into even when they hadn't stopped bombarding me and Gertie and the rest of my crew about what was inside and how golden the shit stains looked. Like I said, protocols and the boredom of the high class are not for me.

So, with a groan that could only could had been made by a toddler, I looked down to the kid again and asked her what was her problem with me and where were her bloody parents, I think I omitted the rude question about if she didn't had any friends to go play with or bother instead of talking to a complete stranger like me.

Editor's note: He did not, in fact, omitted that question, I was present and heard that come out of his lips.

She introduced herself in the most confident way I had ever seen someone so little do, her name was Elise which it was a cute name fitting for someone her size, I thought. What was less fitting though was the age she said she had; personally I think I have a good eye for that sort of thing so when she uttered the age "13" I was having a hard time believing it from someone who, judging by size, wouldn't be able to pass the 10 year mark...by the Warp I initially gave her six years old, not double that number.

"But that is my age!" She pouted when I explained it to her

"There is no way you have that age, Elise, even with all of the de-aging technology of the world" I shrugged

"Mom said I was different and that everyone in the family never seemed like people their age is not my fault!" Her blue eyes seemed to stab mine by the anger inside of them

"Are you sure she didn't told you that just so she would get...I don't know some bonus on the local shops for having a daughter that was about to reach the minimum age for Astra Militarum recruitment?" I arched an eyebrow

"Mom would never!"

Honestly i didn't had the heart to tell her she was probably swearing on a horrible lie she would understand a few years after that conversation, so I just limited myself to surrender to her and admit her "mom" was probably in the right. With that little argument out of the way my communication skills with kids ran out, which created a rather awkward silence in which my dumb brain couldn't come up with any fitting or not traumatizing topic to engage with her; I couldn't talk about adventures in outer space because she most likely wouldn't even know what amasec was, I couldn't show her my injuries and tell where I got them because I don't think most people would approve of detailing how Eldar guts looked like to explain why I had a bit of their collarbone stuck in my left arm and I most certainly couldn't start to talk about the weird and strange hallucinogenic substances I had tried in the last few years which had hit me differently from all the others I had tried in the past. With all of those topics out of the way, my chances of knowing what to say were closed to zero, which was why I was so eager to jump into whatever she wanted to talk about.

"So why are you here, rambling man?"

"Crae, my name is Crae" I was already sick of that nickname

"Yes yes, but answer rambling man"

"C-R-A-E" I spelled out my name for her

"Answer!"

"Answer sir Crae" I showed her the proper way to say it

"JUST SAY WHY YOU'RE HERE RAMBLING MAN!"

"You-!!!!" I took her by the arms and was about to shake her when I noticed Gertie was currently staring at me with a horrified expression "I...I'm here because of the holidays, Isolde family lives around the Palace, so this whole trip was just to arrive there early...which you can see it failed"

"Why didn't you say so? I can show you the way home Rambling man!"

"You...know Isolde? And where her family....lives?" Honestly I wasn't surprised someone the size of my love was known locally, I was just surprised someone knew where she lived

"Of course! Just follow me!"

Before I could get a word in, Elise had already started to run in some random direction and waving me to follow her; I sighed, left Gertie to deal with the stupid procession and ran after Elise, looking down at my pistol just in case she turned out to be a thief that was leading me to an ambush, years of experience in those kind of situations prepare you for those scenarios believe it or not. Luckily my little guide seemed to be more interested in playing a little race game with me than actually leading a Rogue Trader right into the barrel of a gun, which I found it most pleasant.

After a few turns and twists through the busy streets, we finally arrived at a luxurious and enormous...castle would be the fitting word for the building even when the Palace was a couple of blocks away from it; to say it didn't match at all the surrounding buildings half demolished or overcrowded with citizens would be an understatement, but a believable one at that taking into consideration space in Terra was so limited that two cars driving through a street at the same time was considered a miracle worth of whatever Saint had blessed that corner to have two people arrive on time to their jobs.

I didn't question really if that was the real home of Isolde, knowing she was the daughter of a Primarch made it obvious she would live in a beautiful place and not in the slumps with thirty other families crammed into a singular room. Knowing that for her services the kid would most likely ask for money or food or even a combination of both, I instinctively placed my hand in my pocket and began searching for my wallet when she knocked on the front door willing to announce my arrival.

"The Rambling man is here!" Elise yelled as she slammed her little fist against the door twice her size

"Elise I think if you announce me like that nobody is going to understand you" I rolled my eyes playfully

"They will, you'll see! I have been calling you like that this whole time!" Her smile was quite contagious, I gave her that much

"Yeah since you've known me back there on the procession! Whoever is inside didn't saw any of that!"

"....no...no I know you and they too from before!" Kids and their puzzling ways to talk, I swore on the Emperor I couldn't understand shit of what that meant

"What the shhhh...oe does that supposed to even mea-!" I caught myself just in time to not swear at Elise when I saw the door opening and the figure of Isolde smiling widely appearing on the doorframe

To say my heart stopped once again when I saw my beloved is now typical of me and this journal, to recount once again how beautiful her eyes were and her delicate white hair would honestly take half of a page and would get pretentious after so many different descriptions with synonyms that ultimately accomplish the same goal of worshipping her figure then and now as well. That sight left me stunned for a moment, smiling like an idiot in the particular way she knew by now, which Isolde took to approach me and give the warmest and tightest hug I had received in a while. She had a little hat typical of Sanguinala celebrations, with some earrings with little bells in them that jingle a melody every time my beloved moved her head; I took her lips in mine and went absolutely feral on them, recovering all the lost time in which I didn't had her in my arms...Elise disgusted retching snapped me back to reality and what we were doing; shame really, I was about to get my tongue deep on her [EDITORIAL CENSORSHIP].

Once the reunion had passed, Isolde turned to kneel besides Elise and start talking with her in whispers and giggles, which it was what made me realize the kid maybe had very close ties with the Johnsons...or she was part of the family too, a possibility that had been brewing in my mind for a little while product of the very particular way Elise had referred to knowing the family and where Isolde lived; just my luck, I couldn't stop fucking meeting family members even if I tried to avoid it, one more thing to ask the Emperor as to why he loved torturing me that way.

"Crae....I am sorry but you...uh...you can't enter yet" Isolde addressed me after her chat with the kid was over

"What? Why? I didn't even do anything illegal this time, the Arbites aren't chasing me! I...I am clean!" A true description of what could be proven at that time, since nobody had yet realized my crew had stolen 2.000 Imperial credits from the orbital docks when nobody was looking at us

"No, silly, it's because the surprise is not ready! Ugh I wasn't supposed to put it that way....forget that....it's because I....uh...the decorations are still being...you know...." Isolde cute little gestures only made me chuckle in the most warmest way possible

"It's okay...it's okay...I get it, I have no trouble waiting out here" I took a little step forward, closing in on her and Elise who was staring at us

"Thanks....I just want it to be perfect for you and for dad to receive you well...and you can babysit Elise while you're at it!"

"Yes, I completely get it! And I'll babysit Eli-wait a minute why do I have to babysit her?!?!?!?!" I frowned as soon as it dawned on me what Isolde had just said

"Yeah! Oh it'll be a perfect time for you two to connect! You'll get to be with little sis and she will talk good about you to Father too!" Isolde clapped happily

"Connect?!?!? Isolde you know I fucking hate-" I raised my voice until I remembered I was speaking about a kid that was in front of me "I have troubles talking with kids....! I don't even know what they like to eat!"

"I like eating people...they're a very good source of proteins!" Elise chimed in at that second, leaving me absolutely horrified

"Please tell me she's joking..." I blurted out in panic

"Eli!!!" Isolde frowned as she snapped at her sister

"Okay fine I don't eat people I eat apples" She kicked a rock

"F-fr-f-fruits?!?!?!?!" I screeched, that was even worse than the joke!

Both sisters collectively made a exasperated sigh at my reaction and made no further comments about it, which it was nice since I was already starting to regret with all of my soul having to share meals with the same kind of people that would rather eat....healthy earth-raised food than meat or industrial rations.

Editor's note: A common reaction amongst Hive World citizens who would most likely wouldn't be used to eat the same diet as those of other types of Worlds.

Although I am not such a easy man to sway, I have to admit Isolde finally convinced me of taking care of the spawn she had for a sister with the condition I would get a "gratifying moment" with her in bed and that all of the food I would be eating that day didn't contain even the slightest bit of fruits or vegetables. After that was settled Isolde spin around in place, left some final instructions to Elise to behave in my presence and then blew me a kiss as she once again entered her home, leaving both the kid and me alone with each other.

Another little awkward moment passed between us, inspecting one another from top to bottom in the vain hope of trying to guess what could a Rogue Trader and a royalty child do that would last the few hours we had to spend in one another's company. None of the ideas that passed through my mind involved safe spaces for a kid to be in and I didn't had enough time to get a fake ID for Elise to invite her for a drink at a local bar.

"So uh....what would you like to do?" I finally broke the tension

"I don't know, whatever you want!" Great, amazing, for a moment I forgot I was talking to a kid

"You like...parks? We could go find one if-"

"They're too boringgggg! And I'm not seven!"

"Well you look like a 6 ye-"

"Don't finish that" She looked up at me in an intimidating way

"I...will not then" I managed to fade the mental image of a kid stabbing me in the leg with a shake of the head "Amusement rides? There must be a place around here with those kinds of games right?"

"I haven't seen one in all my life! I don't know if they even exist here...dumb men in charge, why can't dad order them to build one" Elise mumbled crossing her arms

"Uuuuh well then....hmm....." Without any other options, I went for the most tame adult activity I could think of "Have you ever seen street jetbike races?"

"What is that?"

"They're.....uh....they are...." I couldn't find childish terms in which to explain it "When a jetbike goes fast and competes with others to see which is faster, we call that a race!" That would had to do

"Oh no I've never seen one! Do you know where i can see them?" Her innocence was too precious

"Yeah, I know a few spots!" I was already feeling guilty for crushing that childhood innocence with that activity, but I couldn't think of anything else

Like I said before, every and any World, for more fancy or holy it may seem, always has a place for the common wrongdoer and little shit to find a place to get some fun and beers, even Holy Terra....specially Terra for how boring the protocols are and how everyone speaks like they were a thousand years old and have never heard of common slangs in their entire sad lives. It wasn't hard to find those populated and shady places, what was hard was trying to cover the worst parts of it to Elise and advert her eyes from seeing two drunken bastards go at it in a local tavern while there is a couple doing sloppy style all over a table that had puke in it. It took me more than I had expected to get a good route to a ring of jetbike races who looked decent and wasn't filled with clothing not suited to be seen by kid like Elise.

Once we arrived I was pleased to see they spoke a lot of "Impure languaticus", a common galaxy wide vocabulary used mainly by people that don't want to get caught talking about how much shipment of certain spice is going to arrive to their doorstep so the local nanny doesn't spill that info to the local Arbites. My IL was good enough to explain my way inside as to why I was with a kid around, gaining entrance with the only condition I had to carry her on my shoulders in case someone could mistake her for a servitor or (dear Emperor no) a personal slave I was trying to sneak into the place. Luckily for us Elise didn't uttered a word the whole way through, I guess it was because she was receiving too much whiplash from what she used to see people do in comparison with all of the stuff that was happening right in front of her noses....I limited myself to not go into extreme detail whenever she asked about what people around us were talking or doing.

We slipped pass a few improvised bars, food stands that had the most vomiting food I had ever laid my eyes on, some very polite arguments between two people threatening each other with knives, a woman too happy with setting things on fire and the gang that was currently trying to pin her down and some kids poking a Ratling before we arrived at the circuit in which the races were about to begin. To spoil the fun again, I have to get into the race itself and the circuit; you see, my fellow readers and listeners, street jetbikes can shine in different fields should the owner modify them well enough and have the money to throw away at that, some are focused on speed and take a lot of their design from the Astartes models obviously downscalling it a bit to not accidentally rip every bit of skin from their body when they start the engines and the force of the acceleration turns their brains into smush inside of their skulls, other types take more from the improvised mechanisms commonly seen on the Hives to get better drifting capabilities or less suspension to make their bikes jump even when idle...I never understood the culture behind that but it exists and is worth pointing out; the races follow too these two primary tuning styles, consisting in tight corners for the drift aficionados while others are just one long avenue the racers have hijacked to race and see who gets to the finish line fast enough. I am going into detail with this and getting sidetracked from the little adventure I dragged Elise to be on because my readers would probably never get another chance to know this landscape in general or the one located on Terra itself, so there you have it folks in case you ever want to visit the Holy world just to have a fun little race, although I would strongly advise bring a bloody gas filtration mask because the pics and poop odor are the most common smells you're gonna find here.

With that little touristic recommendation out of the way I return where we had left it off: Elise, up in my arms and currently kicking my face in excitement, had yet to go hungry, but I decided to buy her some big cone of ice cream with chocolate chips so she wouldn't miss a single thing from the race that was about to begin. As she started to lick the top of her delicious treat the racers started their engines, looked at the poor servitor that was making the countdown, smirked as everyone present knew what was about to do and as the count made it to zero the racers proceeded to gain speed and collectively tale turns to run the servitor over as the race began; Elise luckily didn't noticed it while I took a few moments to stare at the poor sod that had been that servitor, now just a mesh of cables and squished meat on the ground. The kid up in my arms screeched in sheer happiness as the screens around us displayed with different camera angles every bit of the action unfurling on the tracks. Racers zig-zag from point to point, becoming barely distinguishable blurs on the screens, people voices began to raise in volume as their bets depended on their favorites to win, beer was spilled, the commentators couldn't stop making bad jokes and innuendos every time there was a change in the leader board.

"Crae, why is everyone saying number 8 is a bottom and that the racers in the lead is dominating the rest?" Elise asked at one point

"It means whoever is in the lead is....uh....in charge of the competition pace! You know, like when you walk alongside someone and you dictate how fast or slow you two walk?"

"Oh.....I don't see how that's funny though..." She placed a finger on her chin, not finding logic in any of this.

I preferred to not make any other comments about the subject, knowing anything I could say would be later on be used against me if she repeated some joke or word to her family or friends out loud, preferring to save myself the discussion that would start with "Uncle Crae taught me that!" and then would derail to the point I would be most certainly kicked in the head first and then kicked out of the house. So, for the best of our sakes, my lips were unusually sealed as far as that occasion went; I know, just remembering it makes it seem too uncharacteristical for who I am.

The fun and excitement wouldn't last forever though, as the race began to get into it's final lap I knew perfectly well the ending of this was a violent crash between racers or with the Arbites showing up to engage into their usual "anti fun" arrests for anyone and everyone that would be even near where the competition was happening. Turns out my luck would once again play into some cruel sadistic joke when both possible situations would occur at the same time; when the two leads were engaging in a fierce back and forth between the first place in the last stretch of the competition I "accidentally" made Elise drop the remaining bit of ice cream she was having with a sudden little hop to adjust her weight in my already sore arms, her face dropped as I had expected to just when the blue jetbike had violently steered to collide with the red jetbike back tire creating a spinning momentum that saw the drive and it's driver smash into the brick wall beside them and blow up in a disgusting display of guts and fire. The kid complained and cried and blamed me for my stupidity over the loss of her food, but that I could take if it mean she didn't had a traumatizing story to tell her family about how the new cool uncle Crae had basically shown her a murder for sport on live broadcast.

After that was sorted out and the people around stopped screaming incomprehensible words both of excitement and lamenting the (honestly predictable) ending to that race, some sirens were heard in the distance and the group of guys that was supposed to be the lookouts for any troubles started to scream and screech in such a high tone I had never imagined a human was capable of producing those kinds of sounds. Panic flooded the illegal gathering place in an instant, with us being caught in the middle of it.

"Elise hold still and for the love of your beloved uncle, don't fucking let go!" I looked up at the kid, hiding as best as I could my fear of going to the jails of Terra

"Okay!" She simply nodded, burying her nails into my face, making me regret even more the decision of saving someone else's skin

This wasn't my first busting and it most certainly wouldn't be my last, not even on Terra funnily enough; reminiscing of the twists and turns we had gotten through to get there I was fully aware going that way back was not possible, the crowd for once wasn't in our favor as it pushed in every direction possible which created the perfect scenario for the Arbites to pick and choose whoever they were thinking of arresting first, and secondly my legs could run fast....they had gotten me out of many jams, but they weren't magical at all and most certainly wouldn't outrun a Arbites motorcycle even less so with the heavy weight that was the devil's spawn on my shoulders...I thought in dropping her though, for a moment I mean, it would be pretty easy to explain she had let go of her grip and had fallen without me realizing it, it too wouldn't be too much of a trouble for her if she wished to spill out she was the daughter of a Primarch to the officers if they caught her; but Isolde would most certainly kill me if I returned empty-handed and, if she didn't, the motherfucking Lion would most certainly bash my skull in with his sword before turning my remains into a punching bag. No....no I had to think on her well-being too, for as painful as I found that.

So, if legs couldn't do the job, the only other option to escape was through a jetbike, the new inconvenience was actually getting on one which, again, created the trouble of having to steal one from the racers who most certainly wouldn't let a stranger have their only way out of there for free, even with all the authority of being the uncle to a Primarch kid wasn't going to be good enough for it. So what did this Rogue Trader do to get one? Did I used my natural charms to sway people in my favor and requisite the vehicle from their hands? Did I used some muscle, from my strong and INFALLIBLE [Editorial reminder of the subjective source of this information] arms to grip the handle of a jetbike and jank it out of the hands of a common Imperial citizen?....No, I didn't do any of those things, who do you bloody take me for, some kind of Imperial Saint or Referential? I just grabbed my pistol by the handle, waited for a racer to drive my way, threw the dammed weapon at their face so the hit would throw them off, grabbed the fallen jetbike and drove away as fast as the thing could take me!

Editor's note: In the haste of writing this exhilarating recounting of events, Crae cut the part of the story where he had been chased down by Arbites, got detained, explained as he was getting arrested of his relationship nature with Elise Johnson, mocked the officers as he raised his two middle fingers and then drove off to the house of the Primarch, where his retelling of the events picks up once again.

After a totally uneventful and quiet ride back to the place where this whole adventure had started in, I made my priority to dismount Elise from the vehicle and take one good look at her attire and face in case there was any kind of dirt or something else that could've gotten attached to her being which could be used to inquire where had she been those couple of hours. Luckily for me there were just some human flesh bits and flayed skin attached to her dress, most likely from the racers tragic demise, and assumed the pale skin and blank traumatized expression on her countenance could be easily explained as just Elise having so much fun she needed time to process everything she had seen with me...well and maybe a shrink too while they were at it.

"Isolde! Love we're back...!" I knocked the door of the castle, looking at the staring child behind me for a moment and giving her a thumbs up

"Who the hell-?" A deep male voice came from the other side of the door, and the sight of a fully dressed Astartes looking exactly like their Primarch but slightly shorter looked down to me "What is this and why is my sister with you?"

"Ah two excellent questions that can be answered right away!" I cleared my throat avoiding my bowels from spilling through my arse "I am Crae Vullscat, a pleasure, and I had been tasked with taking care of that lovingly child that you see right there...by Miss Isolde, my girlfriend" I marked that last word proudly

"Eli? I've never seen you so lost in thought-!"

"Too much excitement I think...or maybe by eating so much sugar, you know how kids are!" I slapped my knee with one arm and with the other I poked at Elise brother's side, trying to form a bond there

Leaving no time for either Elise or the man to process what was happening, I invited myself to enter in the big lounge where I was already catching a distant Sanguinala jingle starting. There was no plan though for what I would do once I was in front of the rest of Isolde family, which it was frankly amateurish from my part; I was going to stand there like a smiling fool without muttering a word from how embarrassed and threatened I would feel, but surely the confident Crae that had managed to slip pass a giant such as Elise and Isolde brother could just as easily talk with one of the most important figures in the entire Imperium and their wife, right?

"Uh hello Mister Lion El'Johnnson....a p-p-pp-p-pleasure to meet you at last....oh Miss El'Johnnson I-I-I hadn't seen you there before! Merry Sanguinala for you both....! I-uh I....ahem....I'm Crae Vullscat, your most humble servant at forever service of you, your Legion and, of course, the Imperium." The initial speech I had rehearsed thousand of times in front of a mirror disappeared from my mind the moment I saw the Lion staring at me from across the room

But that and the events that transpired on that chat (more like inquisitive torture) is a tale for another entry, I am afraid to say. But to not leave this Sanguinala without a proper punchline, I will just state that house would eventually become my home, my second home away from my mother and family. I choose to look at it that way; no matter how tense those hours may had been for me or how much discussion was on the family table when Isolde bluntly said I had already "been inside of her" in the past and that she was grateful I would do it again....I have chosen and will remember with the help of this journal or not the first Sanguinala I spent with Isolde.

That is what drives me to write these pages, the mental image that springs to mind when I see a chimney lit, when I smell the coffee just served on a cup and when I look into the sight of my wife with our kid in her arms. A Father meeting his son-in-law and a family adding a new member, whether they had liked that at the time or not.

[orangeshinigami]

Mutuals only / Slow replies & low activity blog. Multiship / Multiverse / OC & Crossover friendly! Mun is 21+ so mature themes may be present, everything will be tagged accordingly though. Est. Nov. 2023.

Discord available upon request for plotting & rping purposes.

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Hi there! First of all, thank you so much for taking the time to read these!!

You can call me Bibis, I’m 26 years old and roleplaying has been one of my hobbies for over ten years, I’ve been a part of the Bleach fandom for about that same amount of time too. However, I still haven’t finished reading the manga (I’m always working and when I finally have some free time I have no energy to do anything guys, help). But I’ll eventually finish it, I swear… Or I’ll at least watch the anime bc I’m super hyped about this revival. ANYWAYS, yes, this is just a heads up that I do know some things about the last arc of the manga but not everything. But don’t worry, depending on what we choose to write, I’ll do my reasearch!! &lt;3

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Ichigo or Bleach obviously, also no icons / headers and stuff used here were made by me unless otherwise stated.

I work 44 hours a week (sometimes more) and I’m still finishing my university course, so my activity will be low, especially from monday to friday. Please understand that I might take a long time to reply – this doesn’t mean I’m not interested in writing with you / don’t like your character or anything, I’m really just super busy most of the time.

No godmodding please. You control your character and I control mine, thank you very much.

Plotting!! I love plotting SO MUCH and can get super excited over it and come up with 5415114 AU’s, hahaha. Seriously, if you have an idea about how our characters could interact or want to build a whole new AU for them, PLEASE do not hesitate to hmu!! 

Feel free to turn memes / asks into threads, just make sure to make a new post for it rather than just reblogging the answered ask.

My discord is available to mutuals upon request, we can plot or even rp through there too!! Given my busy schedule, it’s easier for me to be active and reply to stuff there.

Shipping can be super fun, but only if there is chemistry. So there has to be a lot of plotting and our characters need to interact a few times for me to consider shipping them!! Instant shipping / pre-established romantic relationships are not really my cup of tea. I won’t write romantic ships with minors, btw, please don’t insist. 

My main verse is set when Ichigo is around 18 years old and finishing up high school!! But if you wanna interact with older Ichigo, or have a plotting idea that would work best with the older version of him, do let me know!! Like I said before, I truly love plotting, so don’t be afraid to throw your ideas at me, I’ll most likely be just as excited as you are to discuss them.

Since I’m well over the age of 18, you might see NSFW themes (such as violence, drugs, sex) on this blog from time to time. I have no triggers and I may be a little forgetful when tagging that sort of thing. Please if you see anything that’s triggering to you that you believe I didn’t properly tag, send me a message and I’ll fix it right away. I want this to be a safe and fun enviroment not only for me but for my writing partners as well!!

That’s about it!! I’m super friendly ooc, I promise. So send me memes and questions whenever!! I’ll be happy to answer all of them. :]

[winterandwords]

🌞 Writeblr positivity tag

Tagged by @reneesbooks. Thanks, friend!

1. What motivates you to write?

World's simplest answer, but enjoyment. I just really, really enjoy writing and couldn't imagine not doing it.

2. A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud/happy of. If not maybe share a line of someone else's work you love (just please credit them)

This bit from November Breaks (you can read and download the whole thing for free at @novemberbreaksbywintersimpson!) will forever make me feel fizzy about my wordstuff...

Hovering above the boundary between potential and decision, I am opaque. He holds me at the edge of the void and I become transparent. I wrap my bravado in ribbons of tendons and bruise-kissed skin, and even that is not enough of an offering.

3. Which OC makes you smile every time you think/talk about them and what are they like?

All of them! If I absolutely have to pick one, probably Brett from November Breaks and Spin Cylinder. He's a terrible bastard, but he's so much fun. He's reckless, self-centred, manipulative, and usually high on something. He's a very "That's a terrible idea. We should do it immediately" kind of person with no conscience and enough charisma to turn most situations in the direction of his choosing. Not someone I'd be friends with in real life, but a great dude to have living in my head.

4. What process of writing do you enjoy the most?

Editing. Specifically line editing. Like final draft level line editing. Obsessing over the tiny details with the guts of the hard work already done.

5. What part of writing do you think you are the best at? (Yes stroke your own ego it's okay)

Dialogue, maybe? I write a lot in first person, so maybe that should be monologue. I hear character's voices really clearly in my head, so I always feel like I'm just writing down something someone else is dictating to me.

6. What is something in the writeblr community is most enjoyable?

The level of support and pure hype. How people will go absolutely feral over each other's writing. It's fucking beautiful. Also, I don't feel like the only fucked up weirdo here, so that's nice.

7. A writing tool/device you use that helps you with writing? (It could be speech to text, a writing program etc)

I recently discovered LivingWriter and I'm in love. I adored Scrivener, but I need to be able to access my writing on my phone as well as my laptop and Google Docs didn't have the structure I crave. LW looks like how the inside of my brain feels.

8. A piece of worldbuilding that you like in your own story? (It could be the magic system, a particular place in the story, a law etc)

The psychoactive frequencies in Bridge From Ashes and Project Aria are fun. I've always wished it was possible to get the effect of drugs or adrenaline-junkie experiences without the potential consequences, so I made a fictional way for that to happen.

9. What piece of advice would you say to encourage others to write if they are having a rough patch?

TAKE A BREAK. No, seriously. If you're feeling burned out, exhausted or lacking in motivation, let yourself rest and recharge. We're all so conditioned to push through and often the best thing to do is just chill, switch off or switch gears for a bit, and let the muse kick back in when it's ready.

10. Tag some people whose works you love/have been your biggest supporters

@kaiusvnoir, @indecentpause, @thegreatobsesso, @manathen, @nanashi23, @elbritch-kit, @reeseweston, @drabbleitout, @diphthongsfordays, @i-can-even-burn-salad (I feel like I'm forgetting people because there are so many amazing folks on here and I'm endlessly grateful for you all)

Tagging @cherrybombfangirlwrites, @clairelsonao3, @daisywords and @diphthongsfordays if they'd like to do it, with an open tag for anyone else who wants to take part. Blank questions are under the cut 💜

1. What motivates you to write?

2. A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud/happy of. If not maybe share a line of someone else's work you love (just please credit them)

3. Which OC makes you smile every time you think/talk about them and what are they like?

4. What process of writing do you enjoy the most?

5. What part of writing do you think you are the best at? (Yes stroke your own ego it's okay)

6. What is something in the writeblr community is most enjoyable?

7. A writing tool/device you use that helps you with writing? (It could be speech to text, a writing program etc)

8. A piece of worldbuilding that you like in your own story? (It could be the magic system, a particular place in the story, a law etc)

9. What piece of advice would you say to encourage others to write if they are having a rough patch?

10. Tag some people whose works you love/have been your biggest supporters

[demetriandelibinaryboyfriends]

@ckfemslashnetwork

COBRA KAI SAPPHIC SUMMER WEEK 1 HEATWAVE

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I don’t want no drama But I know you’re looking at me Got the body of Madonna Like a virgin, make it sticky, sticky

Take me to nirvana Get me up out of this city And I know you got a woman So the situation’s sticky

Know you like what you see You look so damn good on me Like you’re good enough to eat Now you’re stuck in my teeth Got me picking out a ring Baby, I got an idea

Hey, I should be your next girlfriend And she should be your ex girlfriend Hey, you should be my next girlfriend La-la-la, ooh, mmm, la-la-la

Hey, I should be your next girlfriend And she should be your ex girlfriend Hey, you should be my next girlfriend La-la-la, ooh, mmm, la-la-la

California summer Like a popsicle, it’s dripping You’re an Arizona stunner Like a tea, I wanna sip it, sip it

Let me give you sugar You’re my spicy tuna, sticky, sticky Spicy like a rumor You’re my hallelujah, sticky

If you like what you see You look so damn good on me Like you’re good enough to eat, ah-ah

Now you’re stuck in my teeth Got me picking out a ring Baby, I got an idea

Hey, I should be your next girlfriend And she should be your ex girlfriend Hey, you should be my next girlfriend La-la-la, ooh, mmm, la-la-la

Hey, I should be your next girlfriend And she should be your ex girlfriend Hey, you should be my next girlfriend

***

AKSDJNHKUYFGDRKY YES ONE LAST MINUTE SUBMISSION BEFORE THE EVENT IS OVER I KNOW I'M CUTTING IT CLOSE

So this was actually the first fic I started writing specifically for this event, and then I didn't get anywhere near how much I wanted of the preview done by the end of the first week D: So I'm submitting what I have now! Still didn't get to what I was really hyped about (i.e. the spicy bits lmao), but oh well! Can't have time for everything, I guess. At least this post probably won't get filtered now?

So since this was the first fic I wrote for YasMoon in a while, it was absolutely the clunkiest when I went back to edit ^^; I had to spend way more time than I thought just cleaning the damn thing up and getting it on par with my later (and comparatively much better) fic snippets for the femslash event XD With that said, forgive me if it's still a little rough--I was kinda rushing to finish by the event ending D:

For anyone wondering about the ship tags--I know this is YasMoon-centric right now, but I promise MoonPiper will play a bigger role in the finished fic! Moon is dating Piper at the time this fic takes place, which is, ah...definitely going to complicate things. And also make Yasmine really salty. This girl is not one bit happy that she missed her chance like an idiot XD

BTW that top left pic of Yasmine giving Moon a once-over is the Screenshot of All Time. Girl is so ready to take her on the floor that instant. Like!!! Get it together, Yas!!! You are in public, babe!!!

Yasmine's older influencer sister Rosalie who lives in Big Bear makes an appearance here!!! I really love writing about her for some reason. Like I genuinely can't remember the last time I've been this jazzed about fleshing out a fandom OC, aside from some ship lovechildren I made ages ago XD But idk idk I just think she's neat!!! And I wanted to give Yas a family member she has a quasi-good relationship with, since I HC she has difficulties with homophobic parents.

CW for open-ish discussions of teen sexuality and some dirty innuendos.

***

“Thanks for coming out with me today.”

Yasmine watches Moon climb in the new Porche. Hair tied back, smile relaxed, patterned orange dress sweeping in a delicate cloud around tanned legs.

So much of her’s just the same. Impressive that a whole summer full of karate drama bullshit didn’t even bruise that carefree, easygoing spirit.

If anything, it strengthened. Perhaps out of spite, whether or not Moon was consciously aware of it.

Some parts have definitely shifted, though. There’s an iron resolve that’s grown under those thin shawls and short skirts. An extra coat of armor she’s sprouted, thanks to Hawk. Thanks to Yasmine.

Her stomach twists guiltily. It’s the kind of protection someone like Moon should never have to develop.

The world is a cruel place. Unfair, cutthroat, brutal to anyone who doesn’t fit the proper “mold.” Yasmine’s always known that.

She just never thought she’d be the one to teach it to Moon, with her friend’s wide-eyed naiveté and innocent hope that no one was that shitty a person—only misguided.

Yasmine knows she’s the exception to that rule.

“Are you okay?”

She blinks. Reclined in the passenger’s seat, Moon’s fixing her with the kind of concerned gaze she almost never deserves.

“Yeah.” It comes out sharper than she means. A habit she should probably work on. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You…were staring at me and idling the car. You’re kind of out of it. Should we stop for iced coffee?”

“Right.” Yasmine forces a smile. “Was just, ah…thinking about how I’m relieved we can hang out again. Don’t make fun of me for being a sappy bitch, but I missed you.”

Moon laughs—and oh god, she missed that too.

Not that she’ll ever admit it aloud, but it was horrendously stupid to think she could cut Moon off. To think she wouldn’t come crawling back, mesmerized like some idiot in a spy movie falling into the world’s most obvious honey trap.

Not that Moon would ever intentionally honeypot anyone. But she has a way of making you care too much, and not realizing it until it’s too late to save yourself.

“Same,” Moon says. “Actually really glad you’re not still mad at me.”

“Oh, no, I am. Incredibly lame of you to ditch me for a guy who looks like the main character of a budget Sonic the Hedgehog live action remake. But I guess I’ll let it slide this once.”

Moon bursts out snickering—the same way she always has when Yasmine’s bluntness catches her off-guard. There’s something comforting about the familiarity.

“Appreciated,” Moon says.

As they weave out of the hilly Encino neighborhood, Yasmine’s grip on the steering wheel loosens. She didn’t even realize she was squeezing.

“Although I’d be an idiot to turn down iced coffee,” she adds. “Maybe if we wait ‘til we get there, we can Instagram it.”

“Damn. If I knew you were in the mood, I would’ve made you some for the cooler.”

Yasmine winces.

It was a habit they’d fallen into their freshman year. Moon fiddled around with her parents’ coffee machine, using Yasmine as her guinea pig to test out various experimental lattes. Yasmine had tried just about every plant-based creamer under the sun now—and shockingly, even found a handful that didn’t taste like shit. It never failed to make her feel pampered and cared for, even if some of Moon’s combinations were a little…unconventional. (She’s pretty sure Moon spiked her oat milk hazelnut latte with hemp once.)

Something about Moon being so ready to pick the kind gesture back up—after everything—makes Yasmine feel like a horrible person all over again.

“It’s fine.” Her voice is tight. “My mom doesn’t give a shit if we get some food on the credit card. And those kinda covert promo posts get more likes, anyway.”

They turn onto the 405 entrance ramp, where 11 a.m. traffic is already moving as if the entire freeway is stuck in a swamp. Apparently they aren’t the only teenagers trying to get in one last beach trip before the school year.

Speaking of. Moon’s end-of-summer party is in a few days. Which Yasmine will have to miss because…reasons.

Or one reason, mainly. One sharp-eyed, curly-haired, leather-jacket-wearing, much-hotter-than-Yasmine reason.

Ugh.

Her concern isn’t her and Piper getting catty with each other—although she certainly wouldn’t rule it out. She’s much more worried about what’ll happen if she actually likes Piper.

Because Moon deserves someone kind and considerate who treats her well. And the past year or so, she’s had pretty shit luck with that.

And yet. Yasmine has a feeling Piper could be the best girlfriend to ever grace the planet, and the sight of her would still feel like a knife to the gut.

I’m sorry, I wish I could. Ros is having this influencer mixer thing in Big Bear and my parents will kill me if I don’t go.

She’s ironed out the excuse a thousand times, and it sounds plausible enough. Moon knows Yasmine’s parents are crazy, and obsessed with everything their precious Rosalie does.

Hopefully it’ll suffice to not further strain an already-frayed thread. A thread Yasmine’s trying to duct tape back together.

“It’s a shame Sam couldn’t make it,” Moon pipes up suddenly.

Yasmine freezes.

She’s not sure where she and Sam stand. If Yasmine had her way, they’d be done. She seriously doubts there wasn’t any truth to what Kyler told her and Moon.

Besides, Yasmine would bet good money Sam’ll throw her lot in with Aisha next year, now that Aisha’s everyone’s favorite fucking wedgie-giving bitch, apparently.

But Moon’s fond of Sam. Apparently, they rekindled their friendship while she was in France.

While Moon still didn’t know if she and Yasmine were going to patch things up. While she believed it was best to let Yasmine go and make things right with all the people her ex best friend hurt.

And Yasmine doesn’t think trying to get her way in the Sam matter will do much to help her hold onto the friend that, against all odds, she managed to get back.

“Yeah,” Yasmine lies. “A shame.”

“Guess she’s too busy with her new dojo boyfriend.”

Moon snickers again. Yasmine glances over, eyebrows raised.

“Her what now?”

“Didn’t you see her Instagram story? She and this guy she met through karate, they’re totally—wait.” Moon’s eyes widen as Yasmine frowns in confusion. “Did you unfollow her?!”

Yasmine’s eyes flick back to the road, chest turning in embarrassment. Before she can think of an excuse, Moon gasps in smug delight.

“Oh, you petty bitch.”

Yasmine huffs. “Look, her stupid ex-bestie embarrassed me in front of the entire school! Forgive me for thinking we weren’t really on following terms.”

Her friend only laughs, seemingly content not to rib any further. Another thing Yasmine’ll have to add to the list of neverending things she’s grateful to Moon for.

How annoying. She already owes Moon so much, and it’s only getting worse.

“Then I guess I’ll have to catch you up myself,” Moon says. “So when Sam started doing karate again, her dad was training this other guy, too. They hit it off, apparently. But she hasn’t told her dad they’re together yet because this kid’s also living with them because his home life is really bad so the LaRussos invited him to stay in their spare room so he could actually get regular meals—”

“Wait, wait.” Despite herself, Yasmine’s overcome with morbid curiosity. “Miyagi Do or whatever, right? Please tell me Sam’s new boytoy isn’t the same freakshow who tried to hit on me on my birthday. Donatello, or whatever the fuck you said his name was.”

Moon chuckles. “What, Demetri?”

“Yeah, that’s the one.” Yasmine makes a face. “The I-promise-I’m-not-a-stalker-I-just-watch-you-across-the-cafeteria guy. I’d honestly be shocked if he ever landed a girl.”

“Well, he does karate, too. Not like Miguel and Robby, though.” She lets out a dreamy sigh, gazing out the window. “I’ve gotta take you to the next AVT. So many hotties there.”

Yasmine might be sick.

“Right, yeah. Totally my dream to land some shrieking, possessive, testosterone-loaded freak who tattoos my name on him without me asking and then tries to use it to guilt me to stay with him after he beats people up over Yelp reviews. Husband material right there.”

Moon winces. Yasmine doesn’t hold back a smug grin.

The hopeful naiveté can be endearing, but Moon really should have known better than that one.

“They’re not all like that,” she mumbles.

“Come on.” Yasmine scoffs. “In what world would I want some gross, sweaty braindead maniac rubbing himself all over me and acting like I’m his pretty little bitch on a leash? Hard fucking pass.”

She’s thrown off by Moon’s dubious look.

“Didn’t you used to get Kyler to beat up anyone who got in your way?”

“Well, yeah, but that was different. It was a convenience thing—I didn’t get some disgusting girl hard-on because of it.”

The very thought makes her shudder. Boys are good for intimidation purposes, but their uses end there.

Yasmine shuffles her legs, stomach tightening. If…well, that was the rent she might have to eventually pay for guys like Kyler to do her bidding, then to hell with it—she’d do her dirty work herself.

***

“So Rosalie really got lost at the Cannes film festival.”

Moon’s body bends gracefully as she flaps the beach towel out behind her. The wind catches it perfectly, straightening it as she guides it to the ground.

Yasmine tracks her movements, insides aching. Gleaming, sun-kissed skin, perfectly curved body, silky chestnut hair…

She’s such a fucking tease. And from the way she’s deliberately taking her time squatting to put down the towel and stretching up again…

She damn well knows it.

Well, two can play at this game.

“Oh, yeah.” Yasmine sets their cooler down and strides over to her friend. “She knows some actor who was supposed to get us into this premier, but he got sidetracked schmoozing on the main walkway. Apparently Christopher Nolan was there, and—”

Moon begins to open their umbrella. Yasmine gently but firmly takes it away. “Here, let me.”

“Are you sure?” Moon looks worried. Cute. “It’s big, Yas. It’ll crush you.”

“Oh, please. I’m taller than you! Besides.” She fixes Moon with a conniving smirk. “You and Sam aren’t the only ones who get to feel up long, hard rods.”

As she slides her fingers across the umbrella handle, Moon giggles, scandalized. “I…didn’t know you liked that sort of thing.”

“See, umbrellas aren’t whiny, boring little shits who never shut up about how great their handle is, or cry when you tell them a different umbrella has a better handle.”

“Anyhow.” Yasmine slung the umbrella over one shoulder. “Ros’s actor friend vanishes, so she runs off to find him, right? In, y’know, that one slutty green gala gown she wears in all the party makeup tutorial livestreams. She got yanked into some side tent because they actually thought she was co-starring in the new JLo movie! Was like an hour before we found her.”

She saunters across the towel and plants the umbrella in the sand as she recounts the story. Moon’s eyes wander across her, as palpable a sensation as heat rays tracing her back in a tanning salon.

Yasmine smirks. Moon likes strong people? Girls in leather jackets and boys who dive into punching showdowns?

Hell, she can be strong, too. Just because she prefers others to do the work for her doesn’t mean she’s not capable.

She stands on her toes as she cranks the umbrella open, making a point to flex long, thin legs as she does it. She takes her time adjusting the thing, letting the sun catch a blinding gleam in her summery cyan manicure.

A breeze ruffles the skirt of Yasmine’s sundress, cool air brushing against her back legs. She makes no effort to stop this.

Maybe Moon will enjoy the view. Would do her some good to remember what she’s missing.

“You, um…you doing okay with that?”

Moon’s completely flustered. Yasmine’s so self-satisfied it could eat her up.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s fine,” she says airily. “Just a bit awkward. But if Kyler’s not gonna be around to lift shit for me, then I’m not about to wait around for someone else who will.”

“I mean, I could go bat my eyelashes at one of those surfer guys and get them to help us. Not like it would be hard.”

Yasmine shudders.

“What, and have to deal with him trying to menage-a-trois us all day? It’d cause more problems than it’d solve.”

She loosens her fingers—strategically enough that the umbrella tie toppling to the sand looks like an accident. As it hits the beach, she groans.

“Ugh. Damn thing.”

Yasmine slowly inches her feet apart, bending at the waist and making sure her…well, her back end is as noticeable as it will go without looking ridiculous.

Maybe it’s her imagination, but she swears Moon sucks in her breath.

Yasmine spends several seconds plodding through the sand, umbrella tie in full sight the entire time. When the search is convincing enough, she grabs the tie and quickly stands back up.

“Did you just use the Legally Blonde Bend-and-Snap on me?”

It’s Yasmine’s turn to blush.

“What are you talking about?”

“Oh, come on. The thing where you pretend to drop something so you can lean down and get it and show off your ass. I know you’re not that openly slutty unless you want someone to see.”

Yasmine stares at the umbrella, face probably making her look like she ditched the sunscreen today. She’s not about to let Moon see.

“Oh, don’t be so enamored with yourself! Not everything is about you.”

Moon snickers. “Yeah, but that sure was.”

“Ugh. You can’t prove that.”

“I may as well be able to. Your aura’s all full of it.”

Yasmine fingers the hem of her dress, growing more and more flustered.

Moon didn’t used to be this cheeky. Or this…bold. Learning to stand up for herself sure gave the girl a self-made remodel.

And it’s driving Yasmine absolutely insane.

She wants to scream. Wail. Pull her hair. Beat her fists in the sand.

Anything to fight off the effect this New Moon is having on her.

But to hell with it. She hasn’t pulled her last ace yet.

“So are we ready to hit the waves or what?” She takes a deep breath, finally turning back to Moon and gesturing toward the lapping ocean. “It’s hot as shit out, and I didn’t come here just to tan.”

“Sure. But let me grab a drink first.”

As Moon reaches into the cooler, Yasmine starts to peel off her hot pink sundress. She makes a point not to rush, wanting to savor her friend’s reaction.

Oh, she’ll love this.

When Moon turns around, she nearly chokes on her Arizona iced tea.

“You didn’t.”

Yasmine smirks. “I did.”

The other girl shakes her head, mouth tightening. “You really just—ugh.”

“What?” Yasmine bats her lashes, feigning innocence. “It’s a perfectly good bathing suit! What’s the problem?”

Moon groans, yanking off her own sundress in one frustrated motion. “Well, one of us is going to have to change!”

And for a moment all Yasmine can do is stare, taking in the tie-dyed blue, black, and white bikini identical to the one she’s sporting. Matched not for some giggly best friends stunt, but out of a sort of mutual pettiness that still lingered from that fateful night by the bonfire.

The next moment, she’s howling with laughter.

“Oh, you catty bitch. And here I was thinking you didn’t have a mean bone left in your body.”

Moon crosses her arms, glaring. “It was my bathing suit to begin with,” she says, tone snippy. “You were the one who copied my style!”

“Yeah, because I thought it’d be cute if we matched. And you thought so, too, until you went drooling after Spikehair McRage Issues. And now I’m ripping you off? Convenient.”

Her smirk widens as Moon splutters incoherently, arriving at some kind of logical dead end.

“Come on now.” Yasmine pushes her bottom lip out in a fake pout. “All our drama’s water under the bridge, isn’t it? It can be a quirky bestie thing again, you know.”

She knows damn well Moon’s annoyance goes deeper than having her outfit plagiarized. And she also knows that playing dumb as Moon gets more and more quietly exasperated is one of the funniest things she’s ever seen.

Yasmine’s willing to let bygones be bygones. But the Old Yasmine—the one with her heart still torn out from the only person who mattered to her abandoning her at a moment’s notice—can’t resist a few jabs here and there.

“Don’t pretend you don’t know why I’m upset.”

Yasmine blinks, taken aback.

So Moon’s directly voicing gripes regularly now. That wasn’t just a one-time thing.

It’s a little intimidating.

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.” She keeps up the act, wondering how far she can get.

Moon takes a long swig of tea before speaking, as if to gather strength.

“When you posted those social media pics over the summer…you wore it as a dig at me, didn’t you?”

She opens her mouth, trying to think of a justification and coming up short.

“Not about to believe you ‘just felt like it’ or ‘just forgot.’” Moon snorts derisively. “I know blue tie-dye’s not your style. You only ever got one of those because I did, and you thought it’d be funny if we looked the same.”

Yasmine hesitates, a stone forming in her stomach.

Perhaps if Moon’s ditching her filter, then Yasmine doesn’t need one either. Perhaps brazenly voicing the unsaid with 0 reservations is their new normal.

Strange as that would be.

“I wanted to remind you what we were,” Yasmine admits quietly. “What we had, that you…decided you didn’t want anymore. And I guess also remind you that you could like…turn your back on me and do the ‘reform’ thing all you wanted, but that wouldn’t ever change the fact that you were my best friend. That there’s a lot about us that’s exactly the same, and you can’t pretend you didn’t go along with all the shitty stuff I did for a long-ass time.”

“But I stopped. I apologized to people. I tried to change.” Moon frowns. “Isn’t that what matters?”

“I’m not saying you’re not like…a way better person than me.” Yasmine smiles sadly. “I’ll admit that now. But you’re not some flawless saint. And you can’t just erase the person you were when you were with me.”

“I guess not. But I was never that happy when I felt like…like I was your obedient little pet or something.”

The words cut deeper than Yasmine expects.

“Is that—is that really how you think I saw you?”

Moon realizes she’s hit a nerve.

“I—I don’t know.” Some of the steel is gone from her voice, guilt poking through. “It felt like that sometimes. I know you cared about me, and you were working through a bunch of shit and couldn’t be super open about it. But you always made everything about you.”

And fuck—Yasmine can’t argue with that. She stares at the beach towel, shuffling her feet.

“And why did you wear it today?” Moon’s voice hardens. “To needle me again?”

Yasmine crosses her arms, finally looking up. “And why did you wear yours?”

Moon stops, caught at an impasse. Yasmine’s smirk returns.

“See? We’ve still got a thing or two in common.”

She saunters over, swaying her hips and shifting the tie-dye bikini back and forth.

“I knew there was some mean bitch left in you. Otherwise you’d never have agreed to hang out with me again, hmmmm?”

She smiles, and it’s every bit as smug and conniving as the mask Old Yasmine always hid behind. Moon inhales sharply, leaning back as Yasmine sweeps through more and more of her personal space. By the time her friend gets within inches of Moon’s face, she’s a tensed-up, flustered mess.

Interesting how her feet stay planted when it’d be easy to back up. Maybe that new assertiveness of hers is pressuring her to stand her ground. Or maybe…

“I think we’ve both been feeling a little petty about that whole mess on my birthday, haven’t we?” Yasmine murmurs the words against Moon’s lips, tantalizingly close. Their bodies are brushing now, electricity fizzing under Yasmine’s skin at every point of contact.

She’s burning to know if Moon will close the distance. Give into temptation and finish the job, like Yasmine knows she wants to.

Moon’s eyes start to shut, lips pursing. Yasmine’s smile widens, reaching out manicured cat claws and devouring the metaphorical canary.

In one quick motion she turns, sweeping one arm around Moon and using her other to pull out her phone and snap a selfie. Then she’s gone, stepping away to drop the photo on Instagram and type a caption.

“Twinsiessss!” she hums, reading it aloud. “Missed beach days with this girl. X x x x.”

Moon shakes her head, scoffing. You tease, her glare says.

Well. It’s only payback, isn’t it?

“We’re ridiculous,” she says, sighing. “This is one step away from those annoying ‘his’ and ‘hers’ t-shirts.”

The implication isn’t lost on Yasmine—and it’s all the proof she needs that Moon was one bad decision away from breaking Piper Elswith’s heart.

Is it wrong that she takes a fucked up sort of pride in it?

Shoving the quandary from her mind, Yasmine claps her hands. “Okay, enough of all that. Let’s go for a fucking swim.”

She crams her phone in their swim bag, haphazardly throwing a spare beach blanket over their belongings. Grabbing Moon’s wrist, she tugs them toward the sea.

It’s nice to hold her again. That tanned, lotioned-up skin never fails to feel perfect under Yasmine’s.

Moon laughs, expression coy. “Feels strange to be running around in our bikinis again. Brings back memories, doesn’t it?”

Yasmine’s face grows hot. It’s Moon’s turn to get her blushing, apparently.

“You remember the last time we did that?” Moon prompts. As though one rubbing around the sensitive spots of her memory wasn’t enough to trigger them.

“Oh, yeah.” She chuckles, and it’s a little bittersweet. “How could I forget?”

***

Random author's notes, in no particular order:

I realized that I put not one but two spy movie mentions in my recent YasMoon fics...so now I have a headcanon that her dad is super into James Bond and spy/thriller movies and that's how she's familiar with all the tropes! I like to think it's one of the few things they can still bond over and enjoy together, since I HC that Yasmine's relationship with her dad has gotten more and more strained over the years as she feels like she has to hide the fact she's a lesbian (and he's probably also out of the country a fair bit, if S4 is anything to go off of).

I actually find Yasmine and Sam's relationship so interesting??? Like Yasmine showed 0 guilt when she dropped her in S1 and readily sided with Kyler over her (in contrast to Moon, who looks guilty about cutting Sam off and seems upset by Kyler's public slut-shaming stunts). But then come S3, they're friends again??? I'm left to think they only really made nice because they both care about Moon and want to make her happy, because otherwise I don't think they'd have any reason to forgive each other. (Which kinda further proves my point about Yas being gay for Moon--"ugh I can't stand this shit-talking blowjob-giving bitch, but I'll be nice to her for you and you ONLY, babe!" Like Moon is really the only person who can keep Yasmine's bitchiness at all under control lmao. Even Demetri does a shit job of calling her out XD) And then by the time S5 rolls around, she and Sam seemed to have developed some genuine friendly affection for each other--which I think is kind of neat! The power of Moon's influence, amirite???

Yasmine's hapless lesbian ass really can't think of any better way of flirting than being like "oh nooooo!!! Kyaaaa!!! The wind went under my skirt!!! KYAAAA!!! I bent over to pick something up and you saw under my dress!!!" like a cringey anime girl. I would attest in a court of law that she is just THAT much of a disaster when it comes to openly and publicly flirting with girls. Like she hasn't the faintest idea what she's doing!!! She wants to get the point across but god forbid anyone notice she's gay!!! It needs to look accidental for plausible denial reasons, okay!!! Oh, the joys of writing a deeply closeted sapphic flailing her way through life <3

I just KNOW that Yasmine and Moon know Legally Blonde. Like how could they not??? The main character is a California valley girl XD Yasmine claims she watches it over and over because she loves Elle's aesthetic, but she secretly envies how smart Elle is and kind of wishes she could get a high-end kick-ass businessy job she could show up to in a bright pink suit. She also aspires to have a little purse dog, although she's partial to pomeranians and Japanese spitzes a little more than chihuahuas.

It's our lord's year 2023 and I am still saying the matching bikini bit from S2 was gay as fuck. Like Yasmine definitely knew what she was doing and she definitely wore that shit on purpose. And girl has enough basic fashion sense to not get an identical garment as her bestie unless she wants them to be matchy matchy. Y'know. Like a couples costume. Pretty damn fruity innit

Writing Yasmine as the most unapologetic lesbian tease is so funny. Like by god this girl WILL seduce women with everything she's got while wanting every dick on earth at least 400000000 feet away from her at all times. Iconic!

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Tagged by the AMAZING and double-y talented @goldheartedsky to participate in this writer's ask:

1) How many works do you have on AO3? 22. Because I'm excellent at thinking up ideas and then scaring myself out of writing them. 2) What’s your total AO3 word count? 89,347. Again, I'm AMAZING at psyching myself out of projects.

3) What fandoms do you write for? The bulk of my paltry number of fics are The Old Guard focussed, but I have an ANCIENT, unfinished Stargate: Atlantis fic on there and a snippet of a LOTR/LOTRO piece that will never be completed.

4) What are your top 5 fics by kudos? Codeword Blue, For The First Time, The Slowest Burn, Lost in Translation and Close. Which is kind of amazing because the ship-focus for these is, arguably, not necessarily 'mainstream' in the TOG fan space so I massively appreciate that people rate them!

5) Do you respond to comments? I do! Or I used to, back when I posted something new/regularly. I haven't posted anything for a VERY long time now, and so actively avoid reading any new comments because then I'll feel guilty for not writing, or feel like a fraud.

6) What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I don't really go for angsty, because I tend to just want happy endings for all. I have an unsatisfying cliff-hanger ending to what was supposed to be a two-parter fic (Homewrecker) so I supposed in a parallel universe where people are dying for me to finish it, the fact that it's resolutely NOT complete might be causing some angst?

7) What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? They all have happy endings in one form or another but I think the one that might have the most "aaawwh" factor is maybe I Won't Let You Sink. Any excuse for my boy Booker to get a hug, really.

8) Do you get hate on fics? I don't think so? At least none that I'm aware of! Nobody's leaving me comments or hitting up my DMs, put it that way.

9) Do you write smut? I do. With varying degrees of success, admittedly, but still...

10) Do you write crossovers? If so, what’s the craziest one you’ve written? Many moons ago, perhaps, on a long-forgotten fanfiction.net account but nothing I can remember!

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen? Darling, I don't want my fics half the time. Why the hell would anyone else?!

12) have you ever had a fic translated? I have not!

13) have you ever cowritten a fic before? I think I've made plans to with a few people but not followed through. I'm scared of not living up to the hype and letting them down!

14) What’s your all time favorite ship? Honestly? The Ongoing LOTRO Fic I'll Never Finish, featuring my OC and Lothrandir. That Ranger needs a hug, a break and therapy in that order and my elf will give him that.

15) What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? BITCH, THROW A DART AT ANY OF THE 40-ODD DRAFTS IN MY FOLDER AND YOU'RE A WINNER.

16) What are your writing strengths? I'm almost annoyingly descriptive. I can't draw for shit so I'll use words to try and conjure up an image that I could never in a million years manage with a paintbrush.

17) what are your writing weaknesses? My lack of self-belief...

18) thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I'm for it! As I'm not fluent in any other language, I'll keep it to short little snippets, italicised, that I'm confident aren't terrible and won't cause an international incident! I think it can be a nice nod to a character's past, who they are and their heritage.

19) First fandom you wrote for? Again, MANY moons ago and long-forgotten, but Stargate: SG-1 when I was maybe 13?

20) Favorite fic you’ve written? Probably Bloom. I just really like the idea that Booker and Joe's relationship is deep and probably has evolved and developed and fluctuated a LOT over the years and had fun exploring that! (And Goldie's art for it was just phenomenal!)

TAGGING: I honestly don't know who else may have been tagged in something like this already so hey, if you write fic and want to participate, by all means fill your boots!

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Just Some Guy OC Tourney - Side B: Round 2

Rules:

do NOT be mean to anyone or any characters in these polls. you MUST clarify if you are joking/teasing or you will be blocked. if you are someone who entered an oc into this and you are mean to other contestants you will be disqualified

do NOT claim a character doesn't deserve to be here. yes including your own. be nice

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have fun, hype each other up <3 thank you

Zena | She/her/hers, it/its/its, and ze/zir/zirs, but all pronouns are acceptable | @spark-ocblog (CW: mentions of blood and murder on this blog)

Zena works a variety of retail jobs and lives in a boring, cheap, low-quality apartment. She is entirely oblivious to the various supernatural happenings in the town she's in, despite being one of the oldest supernatural creatures in the area. It likes to participate in mundane human activities for fun, such as "Lie Down On A Cushion For Eight Hours With Your Eyes Closed," and "Pet Animal." Zir biggest worries are busy shifts and managing human finances.

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Levi | He/him | @cyikess

An unwilling chronic isekai protagonist. He can't catch a break! He keeps getting thrown to new and different fantasy/sci-fi/whatever worlds when all he wants is his normal life back. He's just a guy!

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Full images and descriptions under the cut!

Zena is an immortal plant spirit who really wants to participate in human life. After zir move to the city, ze hops from job to job trying to sample the human experience as best ze can. She tries to keep a houseplant and care for it manually (without any magic) and it dies immediately. She's aromantic and orchidsexual, but alloplatonic. It's very awkward trying to socialize with its coworkers, especially because its first language is not a verbal one. Ze's very easily tricked and oblivious to many things... including the many witches in the area that stop by the cafe ze waitresses at. The cafe is perfectly normal, but its primary clientele is criminals and illegal magic users from the surrounding area (just because of where it's situated, locationally). She sticks out like a sore thumb because her human disguise isn't particularly stealthy, but most people politely assume her appearance is due to some sort of curse and avoid commenting on it. It likes reading corny romance novels and hanging out with people in its spare time. It's autistic and obsessed with puns, and fascinated by human languages. Zir whole entire aspiration is basically to be just some guy.

He is one of the guys ever tbh. All this crazy shit happens to him/around him and he stays normal! This crazy shit includes being sent to other worlds again, and again, and again. He does not know why this is happening. And in all these worlds there's cyborgs, and non-humans, and all sorts of people and then there's him. With his stupid glasses and failboy energy. Love him. All my friends love him too. He's even on my water bottle!