#I don’t know how to talk about my ocs but I love them. And it’s all that matters 2 me

[sparklingchim]

game on | jjk

pairing: jungkook x oc

word count: 2.7k

tropes: footballer!jungkook, fake dating, f2l

rating: pg

warnings: jk is a huge flirt, mentions of jk's past fights in school, lots of hand holding, paparazzi!!!, mentions of jk's flings 🫢, they love to bicker <3

summary: your fake relationship goes public - cue the unexpected butterflies.

a/n: she's finally back !!!! n i rlly hope u like it 😋

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So many nights spent wondering about the future, but you never imagined yourself in this scenario.

“I can see someone across the street.”

“That’s good – that's perfect.” Jungkook doesn’t even look back to catch a glimpse of what’s happening outside when he says, “Let them get their little shots. We’ll pretend we don’t notice.” He leans closer, elbows on the table. A grin lights his eyes. “Maybe we can even start the show right here.”

Jungkook begins to play with your fingers, gently tracing his fingertips along yours. Slowly, he lifts your hand, your elbow grazing the edge of the table, and links your fingers with his in the air.

You hesitantly mimic his smile. “Sure you don’t wanna switch paths and become an actor?”

“Hmm, maybe in my next life,” he ponders. “But only if you’re the co-star.”

“Can’t even leave me alone in our next life? I’d categorise that as obsessive behaviour, Jungkook.”

Kind of like the way most people in this café are obsessively watching you two.

The plan is simple: sit in a café with Jungkook, pretend you’re lost in your own little world, play the part of a love-struck couple – and wait. Wait until people become suspicious that this isn’t just another casual lunch between childhood friends, but that maybe there’s something more. Wait until a few more onlookers gather outside, cameras ready, eager to capture the moment your friendship seems to blur into something else.

“That’s just how a boyfriend would act, no? Be obsessed with his girl.”

“I guess? No one’s ever been obsessed with me.”

“Wasn’t Junwoo?”

You sigh deeply at the mention of your high-school ex-boyfriend. “Yeah, after I broke up with him.” If a two-month thing even qualifies as a relationship.

“Should’ve let me punch that fucker for treating you that way, seriously.” He says it with such contempt dripping from his voice, you’d think this happened recently and not nearly three years ago.

When Junwoo and you got official and had your first time, suddenly that’s all he was interested in. No more fun dates or random calls just to talk. Just a guy who liked the idea of you more than actually spending time with you. And once you called him out on it, he pretended it wasn’t true at all and tried to win you back with cute letters, random gifts or cringey apologies over voice notes.

“You got into trouble for that way too many times,” you remind him pointedly.

Whether it was for the sake of protecting you or losing his temper on the field – Jungkook had squared up to other guys more times than you could count. And still continues to do so on the field. Boys.

Jungkook’s sweet, charming, total golden retriever, until you piss him off.

“Ah, I really miss it,” Jungkook mumbles, wistfully brushing his thumb over your skin.

“Fighting?”

“No, just school in general. It was a silly time back then.”

“Don’t remind me. Life was so carefree.”

“Was it really for you, though?” Jungkook asks, tilting his head like he already knows the answer. “You were, and still are, a study maniac. Dragged me to the library so many times.” Jungkook rolls his eyes at the memory of the times you’ve spent in the library to study for exams and you nearly swat his arm for that.

You were stressed out and trying to survive under all the pressure of acing your exams. He was there for the vibes. You hunched over textbooks with color-coded tabs, he sprawled across the seat next to you, nearly falling asleep from boredom. Jungkook used to doodle on your notes while you crammed for midterms. At the time, it drove you up the wall. You’d flick his pen away, scold him for distracting you, threaten to ban him from ever coming again.

He always came anyway. And you always let him.

Now, whenever you’re studying – whether alone or with a study group – you catch yourself having memories popping up in your mind of Jungkook sitting next to you, twirling a pen, asking dumb questions like do you think mitochondria ever get tired of being the powerhouse?

You don’t miss the stress of high school. God, no. But you do miss that. Him in those moments. The silly distractions. The way he annoyed you so much it looped around into comfort.

“And you got us kicked out so many times,” you argue. “I get your hatred for studying, but you were doing too much.”

Jungkook shrugs, unbothered. “I did the best I could, honestly.”

Right then, the waitress appears with your drinks. Two iced americanos, his with an extra shot, yours with oat milk. She places them on the table with a polite smile before vanishing again. Jungkook thanks her absently, stirring his coffee with the paper straw.

“Kinda wish we could go back for a day. Just one,” he says, eyes fixed on the swirling coffee. “Walk the halls, eat lunch together, annoy each other in class.”

“You just want to relive the time you sneaked off with Hyejin and made out behind the gym hall.” You sip on your drink, eyeing him.

Jungkook nearly chokes on his coffee. “You know what, I wouldn’t say no to that,” he replies, a sly smirk forming on his face. But then he recoils dramatically. “No, ___. How dare you say that when we’re on a date? I don’t wanna go back in time to kiss other girls.”

You quirk your eyebrow, but he doesn’t budge from that statement. "You just said you wouldn’t say no.”

“Slip of the tongue.” He waves it off. “I’m – we’re still new to this,” he adds, eyes wide with mock innocence. “But I’m fully reformed now. Monogamous. Loyal. Emotionally available.”

“Oh wow. All three?”

“All three.” He nods solemnly. “All for you.” Jungkook leans closer, conspiratorially. “Do you wanna sneak off and kiss behind the building?” he teases, voice dropping the tiniest bit. A soft, short chuckle escapes him like he’s proud of his flirty jab.

You can’t help the smile tugging at your lips. “You wish.”

He sips on his drink, sparkling eyes trained on you. “Should we really, though?” he asks more seriously. “Maybe not in the back of the café but my car or something?”

“I don’t know. Is hand holding enough? Did Taesung tell you something about a kiss?”

“Lemme just ask him.”

Jungkook lets go of your hand. He grabs his phone and types.

You squint suspiciously. “What did you text him?”

Without a hint of shame, he flips the screen around.

should we kiss?

You nearly laugh. What an unprofessional, unhinged text message to your manager. But then you catch sight of his grin behind his phone – that wide, dimpled, full-teeth kind of grin that makes him look way too pleased with himself – and annoyance melts away.

“You’re so lucky he puts up with your shit.”

“I just add a little fun to his job. He needs it.” His phone pings. He reads the message aloud. “He said it’s not necessary. Do what you’re comfortable with.”

Suddenly, worry tightens your chest. “Do you think they’ll follow us? To your car?” you ask, voice low as your eyes flick to the café window, though you force yourself not to actually look.

“They’ll keep their distance,” Jungkook says calmly.

Your worry turns out to be nothing more than a fleeting flicker. Here one second, gone the next. Especially when he gives your hand a reassuring squeeze.

“I told you not to stress over these things. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

“I can’t stop the worrying.” You tap a finger to your temple. “This thing won’t shut up.”

“It doesn’t have to work when I’m around.”

“I believe you when we survive the day.”

“Yah,” Jungkook breathes out affronted, his shoulders sagging dramatically like you just wounded him. “Do I not take care of you?” he pouts, the expression softening every line of his face.

“I’m just joking,” you giggle, nudging his foot under the table with yours. “Don’t be upset.”

Jungkook crosses his arms, lips still pursed in that exaggerated pout. “I’m not upset,” he says, clearly upset. Or pretending to be. His foot nudges yours back, a petty little kick that barely has any force behind it.

“Thank you for risking your life in public with me,” you try, waiting for his reaction.

“Risking my life is crazy, no?” he says, drinking his coffee. “We’re just having overpriced americanos.”

“So you do still know the value of money and have a concept of what���s normal. We haven’t completely lost you yet.”

“Yeah, what can I say. I’m still grounded.”

“You’re paying a monthly fee for a dog-walking app, and you don’t even have a dog. I don’t think that’s exactly grounded.”

“I just like to know what’s going on in the dog community. Sue me.”

“That’s called being rich,” you shoot back, lifting your drink. “Meanwhile, I was checking my bank app before I said yes to this fake date.”

“You wound me again.” A disappointed sigh slips past his mouth as he slouches back in his seat. “It’s those boys you hang out with at university, isn’t it?” he asks, shaking his head slowly, dramatically. “Feeding you cafeteria food and making you split Ubers.” He tuts, tongue clicking. “You’ve been through so much.”

Jungkook is ridiculous. But he also has a point.

“Maybe this fake dating situation won’t be only beneficial for me.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ll show you how a man treats his girl properly.” He leans forward slightly.

“You don’t even date.” And yet, throughout your friendship, he still manages to do better than half the boys you’ve talked to.

“Exactly.” He shrugs like it proves something. “And I’m still ahead of the curve.” On a more serious note, he adds, “It’s not that hard to not be weird.”

“Low bar, huh.”

“Painfully low.” Jungkook winks at you. “But I’ll raise it for you. Temporarily.”

“Until you send me off to the college boys?”

“The finance bros you’ve been collecting?” At least Jungkook has the decency to try and hide the smile that threatens to break across his face, but it’s a miserable attempt.

“It was one date,” you groan, slumping back in your chair. “Will you ever stop annoying me about it?”

“I fear I can’t.” He reaches out, fingers brushing yours before he gently takes your hand. He gives a light tug, coaxing you to lean forward again, and you do. “How long did it take him to bring up crypto again?” Your fingers end up loosely threaded with his, resting on the table. The contact makes the teasing a little less annoying.

“I think he made it a whole five minutes before he went into a deep dive of explaining cryptocurrency to me.” You swirl your straw in slow, disappointed circles. Whoever started the myth of meeting the love of your life at university is a big, fat liar. Or maybe just works in admissions. And definitely deserves jail time.

“Wow.” Jungkook nods impressed. “Do you want a moment of silence for your brain cells?”

“I’m surrounded by idiots. I’m used to it.”

“You’re a med student. How does that work?”

“Men. Lots of emotionally unintelligent men.”

“But now you have me!” Jungkook exclaims, eyes big and sparkly. He squeezes your hand as he triumphantly holds them up a little. “Isn’t that fun?”

You laugh at his silly antics. “It’s an upgrade, for sure.”

Jungkook drinks up your words with a huge smile. “I’m so honoured. You’re, like, the smartest girl I’ve ever had.” he says. “I won’t disappoint you.”

“Do you even know anything about the girls you’ve been with?”

“They’re pretty?” he answers hesitantly. “And they have amazing taste.”

“Finish your drink before I throw up, please.”

“Wanna end our date already?”

“Didn’t you want to head to the gym after this?” You take a final sip of your coffee, pushing the empty glass away from you.

“I can cancel.”

“For me?”

“For us.”

“All it took for you to spend more time with me is fake date you?”

“Says you,” he shoots back. “The one who always bails on me because she has to study.” He mimics your voice when he says it and does a terrible job at that. It’s awful, but he still manages to pull a little laugh from you.

“Speaking of,” you say, glancing at the time. “I actually have a study date in an hour. So I don’t have time to hang that long.”

“This relationship’s doomed to fail,” he says flatly.

You gasp. “Excuse me?”

“Fully admitting to going on another date during our first date?”

“A study date,” you clarify, rolling your eyes at his theatrics. “With my study buddy.”

“Side chick, you mean.”

“I should accuse you of that, not the other way around.”

“Doubting my loyalty already, I see.” Jungkook taps his fingers against his glass. “I told you, I’m a brand-new man. I’ve got the big three now.” He raises a finger for each one: “Loyal. Monogamous. Emotionally available.”

“I truly love that for you, Jungkook. Growth looks good on you. But I still need to study.”

Jungkook finishes his coffee, sighing when he places his glass on the table. “Lets go then.” But then suddenly he goes, “Hold on – what would you rate this date? One to ten.”

You ponder. “Like, maybe a seven?”

“Seven? Damn.” Jungkook exclaims. “What are you deducting three points for?” He tilts his head with a genuine confused pout.

“It was a cute date. Conversation was fun, good banter but...” You trail off, thinking. Jungkook raises his eyebrows expectantly. “The butterflies were missing.”

He scoffs. “I can give you lots of butterflies if you let me.”

“Don’t make me deduct more points,” you warn, unfazed.

“Ah, okay.” He bows his head in apology, muttering, “I’ll do better next time.”

You giggle, comforting him with small pats on his head. “Don’t feel too burdened. I really liked it.”

~

Leaving the cafe hand in hand, a shy smile playing on your lips, you walk beside Jungkook towards his car. Your shoulders are tense, awareness prickling at your skin as you feel the distant hums of cameras capturing every step.

You try to play it cool, telling yourself that this isn’t different from any other day, but the little waves of anxiety still roll through you.

Jungkook seems unfazed. When you glance at him, he’s already looking at you, the edge of his mouth curved upward. He pulls you closer, his body shifting ever so slightly to shield you from curious eyes.

Once you reach his black Bugatti tucked away in a quiet street, he opens the door for you, his hand brushing lightly against your back as you slide in.

He rounds the car and settles in beside you.

“You okay?” he asks softly.

You nod. “Are you?”

Concern flickers over his face. “Yeah, as long as you are okay.”

“No, I am. Really. Just worried that they would be more annoying about following us, but it’s all good.”

“They know better.”

“Think we did good?” You turn your body a little towards him as he starts the car.

“Of course we did,” he replies. “You looked like you were seconds away from falling in love with me. Got excited for a sec.”

“Delusional and confident.”

Jungkook checks the rearview mirror, his gaze flickering over the street behind you. “They’re probably still around.”

“You think?”

“Probably. But let them look. We are kinda adorable.”

You huff out a laugh. “You’re not wrong.”

Jungkook’s fingers rest lazily on the steering wheel. He turns his head to you again, eyes twinkling like he’s had an idea.

“Maybe we could do a bit better?”

“Better how?”

He leans a little closer, his cologne wrapping around you. His voice drops slightly when he says, “Come here.”

Jungkook cups your cheek, gently guiding you towards him. You lean into it without a second thought. Your eyes fall close, and you wait, expecting him to kiss you just like you had practised it at your place, but you don’t feel the gentle touch of his lips against your mouth.

Instead, you feel him press a slow, lingering kiss to your forehead.

Your chest stirs at his unexpected move.

There they are.

Butterflies.

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a little extra from me to u 😋:

[letsgetrowdy43]

The things I do for you—

Jack Hughes x reader

requested by the lovely @toasttt11: 🐞 "you're blind- you're so blind! why would i even do half the things that i do for you for anybody if i wasn't head over heels for them!" this feels like so jack idk why! but anyways whatever you want to write lovely ! i don’t know how much ideas or suggestions you like in your requests so I’ll just keep it simple! but oc is totally fine i love oc’s but x reader is totally good too!

warnings/notes: I did a similar one to this a few months ago, so I switched around who said the dialogue!! Kinda loved making this, so thank you so so much for the request, my love!! As for warnings, there is swearing and alcohol consumption!

Rowan’s summer celly!!

There was something never endingly painful about being in love with a boy whose head was so far in the clouds.

Jack's best friend has been at the brunt of the heartbreak for too long, watching from afar as he basically lusted over other women, waiting for the moment he would finally see her.

The summer was always her favourite time because it was four blissful months dedicated to friends and family time, trips around North America, days on the lake, and nights surrounded by laughter.

The lake house was the holy grail of the quintessential Hughes summer; it was the home base and the highlight of the summer.

This year, they were kicking off the summer with a private party for close friends only. All their best friends from childhood into their adulthood, who were within a close radius of Michigan, were in attendance, meaning the house was packed. Most of Luke and Quinn's college buddies showed up, Jack's USNTDP friends were making an appearance, and even her closest friends from both university and high school were stopping in to kick off the off-season.

The country music had never been louder, the drinks felt never ending, and the conversations and catching up was flowing.

Which had led Josh Norris to the girl's side, a man who had always been in her corner, in a platonic way that sometimes blurred the lines of something a little more sexual. He awkwardly held his beer in his hand, the other wrapped around the girl's shoulder as they chatted with Quinn and his girlfriend, who was finally meeting the people closest to him.

Jack's attention was caught from across the kitchen at the sound of his best friend's more than adorable cackle. A laugh that felt almost sacred to him His eyes zeroed in on her, Josh's hand firmly now on her lower back as he whispered in her ear.

To most, it would have looked innocent, maybe a little too friendly, but Jack's ears immediatley began to ring.

The pit in his stomach growing as he watched her stare up at the older boy, her stare almost angelic before she raised herself up on her tiptoes to whisper something back to Josh.

In seconds, he was walking towards the group, greeting his brother and his girl friend who he had deemed almost too sweet for his grump of a brother before looking at his best friend who almost stiffened as if she had been caught.

"Everything okay, Jack?" she said, taking a sip of her drink before he nodded. "I'm fine, can we talk for a sec?" he nodded to the back deck, away from the crowd.

She, of course, agreed, a trait many of the boys would say was her downfall. Too easy to give in to Jack's will, too quick to put his needs before her own pleasure.

His ex had once described it as pathetic, Luke and Quinn thought of it as her loving demeanour.

When they got outside, her hands instinctively moved to cover herself up from the chill, "Is something on your mind J?"

It took him a second to find the words. He truly had no plan to pull away from her conversation, but seeing her in a position that almost felt reverent.

"Are you trying to sleep with josh?"

A loud laugh left her lips as her eyes narrowed at the seriousness on his face, like he was trying to be mad at her for something that was entirely not his business.

"I'm not, but if i was it would be none of your buisness." she said sternly, her crossed arms tightening aorund her as a signifier of her dissaprroval of his tone.

He immediately just went into defence, "You can't seriously be thinking about doing that?" "I just told you I wasn't, Josh and I have always been friends. And who are you to tell me who and who I can't sleep with?"

Her eyes were fuelled by some sort of deeper anger that had Jack speechless, his mouth open to say something but not a word had left.

"I'm being serious Jack, ever since highschool I have been playing wingman for you and your array of girls, and I'm glad to do it, cause I want to see you happy and you deserve all of that love," she began to choke up at the thought of being that girl in the sidelines, just waiting for him to even glance at her with the sliver of light he had given to other girls in the past. "Why can't you do that for me, Jack? Let me feel like I'm allowed to be happy, and hell, maybe even find someone who likes me!"

"I really can't do that."

She shook her head at his confession, "It's selfish, you're selfish"

"You can't be mad at me for that!"

"I can, and I am because you're blind- you're so blind, Jack!" Her tears of frustration started as she watched his brows furrow. "I don't understand what you're trying to tell me." "I'm mad because I put everyone's needs before my own, especially yours. Even when it comes to you and your love life, at the expense of mine," she huffed, frustration tightening her chest as confusion remained on his face. 

"Why would I do half the things I do for you, for anyone, if I wasn't head over heels for them?" his mouth fell slightly agape as her hands wiped away her tears.

"And I'm not expecting you to understand that, or coddle me. I just want you to let me be happy, and—"

She was cut off by the crushing press of his chapped lips against hers. His hands cupped the sides of her face as her hands fisted the soft fabric of his sweater.

She froze.

only for a second before she melted into his frame, head dizzy at the feeling of his lips, which were rough and almost shocked, like he hadn’t planned this either, but his grip on her face was steady. Certain.

When he finally pulled back, their foreheads rested against each other, both of them breathless, suspended in a fragile space between everything they hadn’t said and everything they just had.

His thumb swiped across the tear-stained skin of her cheeks before dropping them to pull her into a soul-crushing hug. her head tucked under his chin as he held her for what felt like the first time.

"You," she whispered into his chest, barely able to find her voice. "Why right now?"

Jack pulled away just slightly, eyes flicking over her face, desperate to read her reaction even though he barely understood his own thoughts. "Because it’s always been you, you have always been there," he said. "I just didn’t know how to see it until you said it out loud."

She let out a broken laugh, her hands still gripping his sweater like it was the only thing keeping her grounded. "You’re an idiot," she murmured. "I know."

[welcomehome-confessions]

Hello, blog admin! I see that this blog is used to display peoples opinion and ideas on welcome home, but I want to ask you what are YOUR ideas? Do you have any head canons? What is your opinion on the neighbors ?

You don't have to answer them all. I just want to know a tad bit about your welcome home world. everyone has a different one, and I think thats beautiful!

-Hello anon! I usually try to share my own thoughts here and there when I have something to say, while of course not invalidating the confession of course, But I really appreciate you asking me this ;-;.

Let’s see…I have a lot of thoughts about theories and headcanons, as well as the characters. I doubt I’ll be able to share them all here, since they would make this an ungodly long post. But I’ll try to share what I think is most pertinent. And if there’s anything anyone wants to know my opinion on in specific, feel free to ask! That being said, here are my thoughts:

Theories:

After watching that recent game theory, I did feel like there was one thing that fit, and that’s the fact that there are cult-like elements regarding the neighborhood. My idea of it is a bit different from what they said in the video. I think there are more so small hints of it, and the aspect of everyone having to act like everything is okay or trying to act like everything is perfect, but the second anything doesn’t ‘go as it should’ things start to get scary, that’s what feels cult-like element-wise to me.

I’ll give my thoughts on wally when I talk about the characters, right now I’m mainly talking about general theories and thoughts. Now this part is just me thinking, but personally what we have seen that includes characters having some sort of break down (Eddie, Poppy, Julie), I doubt anyone else has felt this way, but the way each of them have a particular problem or flaw highlighted, it almost feels as if the world is mocking them for it. Like it’s holding it over their heads. Tormenting them with it until they can’t anymore. It feels taunting to me.

Now I’ll cut this bit off for the sake of keeping this from getting too long, so here are my thoughts and headcanons regarding each character:

Wally: Something is clearly very wrong with him, wether he is a willing antagonist or an involuntary one is still to be seen, but I think he is largely and intrinsically connected to what is going and has gone so wrong with the franchise and world of Welcome Home. I don’t headcanon him as a daddy dom 6’4” suave man, nor as a sweet silly baby uwu baby. I see him as someone who, possibly due to whatever is going on with him lore wise, has no knowledge of ‘normal’ workings and behaviors. It’s very peculiar. Is it real? Is it an act? Is he being used as a literal puppet by some entity that doesn’t know how to act like a person? We don’t know but I do love a good puzzle.

Headcanon-wise I like to headcanon wally, if we are talking self indulgent fanfiction here, as someone who seems a bit oblivious, seems a bit naive. But he has a dark side, and personally I like to see him written as a secretly possessive and obsessive person. Charming and sweet, but deep down there’s something dark lingering and he just can’t seem to help it when it slips out.

Barnaby: I hate that mangy mutt (no offense to Barnaby lovers, this is my own opinion.). Lore wise I think he also might be connected to whatever is going on with Wally. He comes off to me like a care taker of sorts. A ‘guard dog’ if you will.

Howdy: I love him a normal amount. Very normal. So normal. I kind of wish there were more AUs with him in it so that I can draw my OC in it with him. Anyways I don’t have any particular theories about him at the moment since there just isn’t a whole lot to work with lore wise, until we get to him. So here is a headcanon that is, again, fully self indulgent and probably just me being a huge simp. He gives me ‘closeted gay’ vibes. Heavily in denial, Maybe even prone to saying insensitive comments here and there for the sake of overcompensating how totally not gay he is. But I think when he finds that someone (cough-insert OCs here-cough) he can’t stop thinking about them and yes, gets quite possessive. I can’t help it, I like men that yearn and struggle.

Frank: I think Frank is one of the most possibly conscious characters. He’s certainly seen things, so therefore I think he knows things. I think he has some knowledge of what’s really going on, but he has to tiptoe around and be very careful not to slip up. I also think that the

“Lavender” and the recent update to the looky loo story books with the sleeping beauty story, I feel like it heavily refrences lavender marriages/relationships.

Eddie: I have no particular theory I stick to with Eddie since, again, I feel like there’s just not a whole lot yet. But, I do think that regarding his character, I feel like bro just wants to be needed. Just wants to feel like he has a place, and that he’s part of something.

Poppy: I relate a lot to her, and her conflicts as someone who is very introverted and socially anxious to a crippling degree, and struggles a lot with it. I interpret her whole break down as, well, She feels trapped no matter what she does. She’s too afraid to go outside or join the other neighbors in activities. She feels safer in her own home, yet that can feel suffocating too. That can feel like a prison too. She wants to reach out, and step out, but she can’t. She wants to stay where it’s safe and comfortable, but it’s also scary in its own way. That’s at least what I kind of see.

Sally Starlet: Resident Lesbian. JK, but yeah. She’s another character that I don’t have much to say about theory wise, for now. But I think there’s a lot of interesting potential with her. I quite look forward to getting more in depth knowledge of her.

Julie Joyful: She’s got A LOT going on I think. She showed us that there’s definitely something amiss going on, aside from what we already knew. I think that the recent update shows us that the cast aren’t just what they present on the outside, what we see. Their real selves is different somehow. And that real self, that real conscious, is definitely present still even as they stay ‘in character’. That’s what it is I think, I think they all have to stay in character. Again, feels very cult-like to me. Of course what we saw where her inner voice was different to her outer voice, and how her real self can even swear, could potentially only be a Julie thing…but I don’t think so. I think this can apply to all the cast. Frank certainly shows similar signs to me. Over all I like Julie and think she’s a very very interesting character. I love the concept of the rainbow monsters and want so badly to figure out why she’s separated from her siblings. Why she’s so afraid of being shunned and thrown out of the neighborhood.

Yknow I’m just throwing this out there, but some elements from canon clues that I keep saying feel ‘cult like’ to me, are giving that one movie that Harry styles was in…uh…Don’t Worry Darling, yeah that one. Like that. What if it’s something similar? Not exact. Just the elements of, the conscious of people are sent into this idealized version of the world. This perfect neighborhood. Where they can escape the real world. And basically live in this cult like paradise. To add on to the cult thing, cults often target people who are vulnerable. People with insecurities that make them feel ostracized or like they just don’t fit into normal society. That’s just something else to consider.

Yeah, that’s about all I feel I should write. I’m sorry it’s so long I really did cut out a good chunk of stuff. None the less I hope you enjoy my silly rambles.

-Pierrot

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On This Day in Schitt's Creek: May 20

2019

Inconvenient Interruption [david/patrick, E, 3,733] by @stargatewars

David and Patrick's morning activities are interrupted by a fire alarm, leaving them frustrated for the day.

Introductions [david/patrick, G, 698] by @gottriplets

David makes some very important introductions

Loose Ends [patrick & rachel, G, 1,082] by @smilexdarling

The missing conversation between Rachel and Patrick after the barbecue.

new tricks [david/patrick, E, 4,246] by etben

“—I also like fucking,” David says. “I mean. If we’re talking about things that I like.”

Patrick Brewer has a boyfriend [david/patrick, E, 4,272] by @sloganeeer

Patrick had a boyfriend. Patrick never had a boyfriend before. He’d been a boyfriend, but that wasn’t at all the same thing.

Some Notes Concerning the Persistence of Witch-Cults in Rural Southern Ontario [stevie & david, T, 1,980] by @spaceoperafaerie

David is tasked with finding the officiant for his marriage to Patrick. He gets off-course almost immediately, but that's really Stevie's fault, let's be honest.

2020

Don't You Want the Way I Feel? [david/patrick, T, 110,408] by Apropos_Of_Nothing

What would have happened if Patrick and David never kissed during Grad Night? Set after S3E13 following the story of how Patrick and David will end up together no matter what universe we put them in. Includes drunk texting, boyfriend's bantering, soft moments, and angst induced by these two idiots. - "Aw like your best friend?" Patrick sighs in relief at the return of their comforting banter. "Yes, the BEST. A BFF as the kids would call it." "Confidantes really". "Kindred companions?" "Partners in crime... and business." "Ew David. You two are so gross."

Fifteen Hundred Miles [david/patrick, M, 30,758] by MoreHuman

It’s an attractive thought, that changing your life could be as easy as doing a hard thing. Instead of moving to Schitt’s Creek, Patrick decides to hike fifteen hundred miles of the Pacific Crest Trail, through the wilderness, alone. He ends up meeting someone else with something to prove.

If I Move My Hands Fast Enough [david/patrick, G, 1,314] by @froggierboy

Early in their relationship, Patrick sees David stimming for the first time, and he does his best to be supportive. - Patrick has greatly enjoyed learning this about David, cataloguing his movements, trying to figure out what they mean. He shimmies his shoulders when he's flirting. His hands move in tandem when his mouth when he explains things. He waves them constantly, but pulls them in close when he's feeling awkward or nervous

just wanna tell you how i'm feeling [david/patrick, G, 1,055] by @wild-aloof-rebel

I Really Like You: a mixtape for David Rose, carefully curated by Patrick Brewer

Love, David [david/patrick, T, 11,984] by @mymariahcarey

Take a deep breath, and start at the beginning. Tell them how we first met. Tell them that this — that this has to be one of the happiest days of my life.

“I’m David Rose, for those that don’t know. I’m Patrick’s best man and um, best friend? Which you may not have guessed due to the fact I nearly missed the ceremony. Um, anyway… this, this is one of the happiest days of my life.”

Olivia Rose Comes to Schitt's Creek [david & oc, G, 1,215] by @gingerann

David's daughter comes to Schitt's Creek and he tries not to be an absolute failure.

Schittier than Fiction [david/patrick, T, 16,236] by @delilah-mcmuffin

Patrick wakes one Tuesday morning to discover that his life is being narrated. That would be disquieting enough, but the voice in Patrick’s head seems to know more about him than even he does, especially when it comes to David Rose, the owner of the general but very specific store that Patrick is currently auditing for the Canada Revenue Agency.

Teal and Navy Blue [david/patrick, NR, 2,542] by @roberttchase

“Patrick,” Alexis turns to look at him. He likes her, even if the first time they’d met it was a little awkward. He’s grown closer to her, enough that he’d paid almost as much attention to her as he had David when they’d gone to visit the first wedding venue. “David is out with Stevie and you’re going to go and work? Ew, no. I won’t allow it to happen,” she shakes her loose curls. “Ted’s at a thing tonight anyway so he can’t call. Why don’t you come to the motel and we can do each other's nails and we can like...gossip and stuff..”

This Town Is Just One Long Smorgasbord [gen, G, 2,856] by Varanidae

A Tremors AU Alexis leads the entire town on an assault against a monster graboid and the only bombs David knows how to make are bath bombs.

2021

A day at the motel [johnny/moira, G, 2,647] by slimexpuppy

AU – During their time in Schitt’s Creek, Moira finds herself pregnant, much to her and Johnny's surprise. The little tyke, Charlotte (Lottie for short) is now over 2 years old.

A New Day Has Come [david/patrick, T, 5,555] by @lisamc-21

David and Patrick spend their day off visiting their furthest vendor. This mini-road trip provides the perfect opportunity for their mutual pining to take them from business partners to lovers. A super fluffy fic about pining and being sweet to each other.

can't conceal it [david/patrick, T, 4,020] by @fishyspots

David had his suspicions about this picnic, no matter how carefully he hid them around his mom and sister. Patrick had been far too eager to brush off David's reasonable follow-up questions about what they would eat and where they would go, which was saying something considering Patrick's general indulgence when it came to David. But that hadn't been enough on its own. Then David had asked if Patrick minded postponing for an hour or two while he made a quick run to Elm Gulch to drop off some library books and pick up a few that were on hold, and Patrick's face had dropped in a way that would have been too much even for David. So David was already looking for flaws. And then he saw the gross, unwieldy—and slightly smelly no matter how much Patrick protested—hiking backpacks sitting in the backseat of Patrick's car when he pulled into the motel lot to pick David up. That wasn't happening. Patrick tended toward fanatical when it came to his hikes, but David needed those to stay a solo activity. Plus, his sweater does not do well with physical exertion. Or, David tries to get out of the hike. It (sort of) works.

If You Asked Me To [david/patrick, E, 10,865] by @vanillahigh00

It's David's birthday, he's dragged to an open mic night and he's not thrilled till he meets one of the performers.

my dress on the floor [stevie/twyla, T, 4,332] by @5ambreakdown

David smiles and squeezes his hand. “You’re cute.” Before Patrick can respond any sort of way to that, he hears the door open behind them and turns to see Stevie enter, her eyes widening and mouth opening slightly. He hears her whisper, “Oh shit,” as she takes in Twyla behind the counter. Huh. ---- are stevie and twyla together? will patrick ever understand fashion? did i just vomit a bunch of words onto the page and didn't double check to make sure it was coherent? all these and more just might be answered!

Pink, it was love at first sight [david/patrick, M, 1,000] by @simplymarleycat

With a dark gray bath towel wrapped around his hips, it set off Patrick’s fair skin which had now taken on a deliciously pink hue after his shower. David had gently recommended for years that Patrick shouldn’t crank the water up too hot or scrub himself so hard as to not dry out his already delicate skin. While he normally tried to heed David’s advice, it was nights like these after he spent the day tilling the soil of David’s raised garden beds and mowing the lawn followed by an early season baseball practice, where Patrick couldn’t seem to resist. David decided he wasn’t going to complain at all.

Protection from Precipitation [david/patrick T, 1,100] by @thesleepyskipper

It’s the middle of April and the sky is completely grey. Large fluffy flakes are slowly falling, most dissolving as soon as they hit the pavement. Patrick pulls along his ratty old suitcase, wobbling behind him as he approaches the bus stop heading south from Elmdale. It’s the last leg on the journey to his final destination, the ridiculously named town of Schitt’s Creek. As silly as the name might suggest, it sounds to him like the perfect place to start over. He considers himself lucky to have found both a new job where he can use his degree and his business acumen, as well as an affordable place to stay, all in one fell swoop. Patrick is waiting as a tall man dressed in inappropriate clothing joins him at the stop. He covers him with his umbrella to protect him from the snow.

Stand With a Shield at Your Side [david/patrick, E, 11,567] by @mostlyinthemorning

What if David and Alexis kept their trust funds after Eli stole all of their parents' money? And what if Patrick was David's financial advisor? Work is complete, chapters to be posted for the next three days.

What do you say to taking chances [david/patrick, T, 2,352] by @designatedgrape

“And, uh, in the interest of us potentially working together, I did want to, uh, come clean about something.” “Oh..kay?” “I, um…” Patrick chuckles and ducks his head, rubbing at the back of his neck as his cheeks flush pink. “I think you have a really great business idea, David. I do want to be a part of it. Regardless of...anything else. But, uh… Doyouwanttogotodinnerwithme?” Patrick suddenly spits out. David blinks as his mind buffers trying to process the abrupt right turn the conversation has just taken. “Dinner?” “Yeah, uh, like...like a date. I wanted to know if you would go on a date with me.”

2022

algebraic functions [david/patrick, M, poem] by elifisher96

i used to approach sex as an algebraic function:what value(s) of x with these coefficients makes this statement true

Days and Days [david/patrick, G, 837] by elifisher96

Patrick has feelings about Fun Home

Original Sin [david/patrick, T, poem] by @a-noble-dragon

He looks like an angel in his white sweater but his lips taste like sin.

You look fine [david/patrick, T, 400] by @lizzie-bennetdarcy

It's odd for Patrick to be up this late, did he injure himself? Or perhaps he was having a nightmare? Or that time Ray saw David walking from the bedroom to the shower.

2023

[Fan Art] Lightning Bolt Sweater [gen, G, art] by @mammameesh

How to make your own Lightning Bolt Sweater for your holiday tree.

Gold Rush [stevie/alexis, T, 77,500] by @colourcodedbinders

The last time she’d seen her was in Beijing, heartbroken, stomping down the tunnel to her locker room at Wukesong Arena, like Alexis had personally stolen the gold medal from her. Like the weeks of sexy, flirty rivalry was as good as dust because she’d lost the last game. By the time Alexis had thought to go talk to her, just a few days later, she’d apparently already made some excuse to fly back out to Canada. And Alexis, um, gets it? She’d be pretty pissed too, she thinks, if some hot girl took the gold medal from right under her. It doesn’t mean that Alexis hadn’t been bothered by it. It doesn’t mean she hadn’t gone back home irrationally expecting a call from Toronto. It doesn’t mean she hasn't thought of Stevie Budd an almost pathetic amount of times since. OR Alexis and Stevie reconnect at the Olympics after 4 years. David and Patrick meet for the first time. They all come out of it with something worth its weight in gold.

2024

Surprise! [david/patrick, M, 1,421] by Hamlet13

David and Patrick have to go away for a business trip just before Christmas, which they are planning to spend with Patrick’s parents at the cottage. Marcy and Clint decide to come down early and, with Stevie’s help, set up all the decorations at the cottage as a surprise. But David and Patrick’s trip is cancelled, and embarrassing times ensue as Marcy and Clint get a lot more of a surprise than they bargained for.

Things Left Unsaid [david/patrick, NR, 941] by @whatevenisthisbloganymore

Patrick wites a letter to Rachel.

Stats:

No fanworks for 2017 or 2018 2019: 6 fics/16,011 words 2020: 9 fics/178,368 words 2021: 9 fics/43,438 words 2022: 4 fanworks (2 fics, 2 poems)/2,288 words 2023: 2 fanworks (1 fic, 1 fanart)/77,500 words 2024: 2 fics/2,632 words Total: 32 fanworks (29 fics, 2 poems, 1 fanart)/320,114 words

[charlotte-family-apologist]

Tested out some new markers by dressing up Suchin 😋

[scribblesscribblings]

@mountainashfae @outeremissary I like to think about the banter they’d get into

[murdleandmarot]

Sometimes you have to make shitty little OCxCanon comics to keep yourself sane

Sorry @mysticalcats I stole ur oc (foxglove)

[march-of-the-moths]

do you have a ref for your piral…..

SMILES SO SWEETLY. GLAD YOU ASKED !!!!!! VERY GLAD

^ my piral [don’t mind the chemicalfuzzy @ , I go by it on every site that isn’t this one]

ANDDDD to anyone out there who doesn’t know him !!! this is Damon, and As You Can See he is very very based off hit album the downward spiral by nine inch nails. design-wise he’s also kind of based off a heart and club moth [first design] / a comet moth [second design]

he gets 2 whole designs one that’s just. The normal one [IN QUOTATION MARKS LOL], and another that’s him after title track + Hurt happens [yeah they. They happen btw] [and then there’s these 2 other guys that revive him all weird later on , I’ll . I’ll talk about all dat in some other post but that’s the idea

he has been the number 1 plaguer of my mind lately BUT I do have a whole lot of other album based ocs I cherish dearly INCLUDING OTHER NIN ALBUMS !!! I do plan to post them all eventually I’m just very shy LMAO

under the cut is just extra stupid drawings . see him face :}

[what-is-love-babey-dont-hurt-me]

OC DUMP!!!!! And a rambly life update haha

Haven’t been drawing a lot because the semester was difficult ESPECIALLY around finals. As a break between studying I would often sketch my Kirby ocs! These were are all scattered throughout August - December. Still making the ref for Sir Meteor, so he hasn’t been introduced officially yet (unless you have seen me post about him in discords lol), but he’s been a work-in-progress ever since I posted those allosaurus skull studies in August X)

My winter break has started recently and I’m itching to create again, especially since I have those requests that I opened, I wanted to do them way faster but assignments are priority sadly. As a reward for anyone who has read this far, have a peek at my next planned full piece!

[bannedaid]

thinking about my gw2 fellas because i can’t play right now. thinking about all of them and shaking them around in my head and thinking about how i havent rped them in months and they’re starving and wasting away. sorry varus eros sobb agar keer plato and the sylvari i impulsively made one day. scratches head. kind of want to yap here but also in tags because i think tumblr works that way. people yap in the tags right

[quietwingsinthesky]

sometimes i think about my spn oc and how i rewrote everything about amara to interact with the story i was trying to tell about her. there were some really neat ideas in that i need to recycle for something one day. like, in the show proper, they just let amara take over a human baby and that’s fine, but amara’s not Meant To Be Here. this entire universe is one constructed in her absence. saying she can possess a human body should be like saying if you took a person and sent them to a universe where 1+1=3, they could just figure out how to function within that.

which in story took the form of Amara being something that could not be Understood, only Rationalized. a force locked outside the narrative who could only get inside and destroy things if given a role within it. by the Winchesters as A Monster To Face. by Chuck as Wayward, Unreachable Sister. and by miss oc as. simultaneously a projected creature to be saved, an amalgamation of injustices done to herself (and others) that would never be righted but could be made up for by being a part of this. and as something impossibly powerful that could be both protection and purpose.

and the Darkness wasn’t any of those things, really, but to have agency in her own story required new shackles, but ones she was always straining against. she wouldn’t fit inside the confines of a human mind, let alone a body, at least not well enough to leave it Intact. like lucifer burning through nick, but Worse. because the burns were an expected outcome of skin not strong enough to hold him. humans were built for angels, some were built better and some worse, but they’re meant to work. putting amara in human skin should disconnect the skin and mind and soul from the reality her brother built itself, i think. slowly. bit by bit.

and at the same time, i’d gone and written the kind of wild scenario you really can only write for your thirteen year old mary sue, given that spn oc the part of herald/high priestess/failed vessel. which she pursued with wild abandon like that would fix anything wrong with her <3

in the end, running alongside the borrowed family theming of the original show was my own theme of “how much self-annihilation will you accept to make your point. are you accepting it, really. or are you seeking it.” not just physically, in letting something unmake the base components of what you are as it tries to fit inside you or in it constricting and suffocating itself beyond self-recognition to get inside in the first place, but, obviously, it’s supernatural, how much selfhood do you cede to your family. is it worth it.

it was interesting, if nothing else. let thirteen year old me cook. she had ideas.

[horizontalsplash]

google search “how to connect with someone in a way that isn’t just talking about your own ocs”

[jikigo]

you ever just see a post and just

. 😭

.⬅️🫀⬅️

[peapod20001]

Crush? esplain you have not esplain'd yet

BrO-

Do you understand??? Do you understand?????

[leviiackrman]

can you explain why you think people would wanna buy merch of your ocs

I’ve asked a question for that exact reason. I don’t know if people would want to!!

Asking never hurts and selling original art is the start of a business (which is what I am) so I’m genuinely just asking. It’s also not uncommon for people to sell merch of their ocs, hence again why I’m asking in the first place.

[gaylittleguys]

I feel like ‘found family’ has become such a idk watered down ready for marketing term but WOW do I really really love like. unprepared adult finding a child and needing to raise and help them stories. 🥺 especially if the child/‘parent’ are fundamentally very different and the parent is doing what they can to try and support the child to the best of their ability with their different needs even if they don’t fully understand.

I’ve been thinking a lot about my Sharpstone characters and seeing the wild robot tonight reminded me of my original story concept which was Jasper finding a lost monster/vampire/bat kid that’s completely different from him and helping her. (+ Lio along too) Even tho I decided to focus on their story before that bc it was more interesting and would set up things better for that first idea, I still really like that story it’s very special to me. I hope I do get to tell it someday. Maybe I’ll doodle bits of it….