#I need to talk about my OCs more geez

[theflyingzinniaumbrella]

Tag game time: Picrew edition

Heya, peeps! It’s been such a long time ever since I got to do this, I got tagged by the rad @ghastlyrider to make OCs in this picrew here:

Deputy Marigold Shavanaugh (Far Cry 5): When Marigold is not working, she really shows that she is the living embodiment of heartcore plus she’ll have a shirt of a magical girl character because girl is big fan of magical girl. She is one too Anyways-

Captain of Security Twila Hopkino (Far Cry New Dawn): Perhaps if her hidden home country didn’t have it’s downfall, she would’ve been seen giving someone she likes a flower she made from nature magic. Twila doesn’t admit that she is a hopeless romantic at heart but she definitely is.

Enjoy!

Tagging: @kikiack and anyone who wants to try this!!

[yuzukult]

untitled teaser | hvc & reader

title: currently untitled pairing: vernon x fem!reader/oc rating: rated m for final fic genre: angst, fluff, smut, wealthy!vernon, unrequited love!au (on both sides, it gets flipped lol... idk it's a confusing one) wc: 10k+ (ongoing) warnings: clubbing, adult themes, oc tries to seduce vernon lol, grinding...... idk just club things a/n: this is what i have been working on instead of actually finishing my own series HAHA i currently don't have a title but if you wanna give me some ideas lemme know ,,,, currently the doc title is "attention"

The burst of blackberry, a tart aroma with hints of bay leaves and cedarwood, has you intoxicated over his cologne alone. His slicked back chestnut brown hair, the calmness he exhibits, and his quiet, mysterious exterior is supposed to make him seem unnoticeable; yet for some reason, he’s always the most attention-grabbing in a room full of people.

Besides his handsome looks, he’s wealthy. The thickness of his bank account doesn’t present itself through his narrow, slim wallet, mostly because he doesn’t showcase the worth of his business unless it’s an obligation. He’s successful, yet remains humble about it; his clothes are made from the luxury brands without it embossed on the outer material, instead the names are stitched inside to keep himself modest. 

His car is the only thing that advertises the amount of digits that his business profits. The fastest, sleekest, and illustrious cars are the ones that he owns—from Corvettes to Teslas to Bentleys—he collects a plethora of them, those three barely denting all the marques, he finds himself indulging in that category and limits it to just that. Fine dining isn’t a necessity, but he does it for ventures required by his company. Expensive hotels and stays are just for comfort, but not something he needs, understanding that it’s more of a want if anything.

Hansol Vernon Chwe is just that guy.

Apart from all of that, Vernon is still an average person—other than the fact that you practically drool over the sight of him and he’s in the 1%. He’s sweet and kind, a general minimum trait that men should have, but he’s also good at overextending himself when people need him to. Last year, he hosted a gala for the Children with Cancer Foundation, earning more than enough donations and then on top of it matching the amount that was donated from others. 

Geez. Even your panties are getting drenched at the thought of him just busting out that fucking power move.

Unfortunately, as much as you boldly put yourself out there, Vernon is unavailable. Emotionally, probably, but mostly because he clearly states that you just… weren’t his type. You’re not a mirror of him; there’s never saccharine words that leave your lips unless it’s to seduce, donating to charities isn’t really on your list of priorities, and to be quite fair, you weren’t much of a charming go-getter as he is either. 

Opposites attract you’d try to justify, but to Vernon, that’s not enough.

Your gripe with Vernon isn’t because he rejected you—it’s that he rejects you but still likes to be… around you. When you’re out on Friday and Saturday nights, your mutual friends lead the group to hang, and when he hears your name included in the list of attendees, he’s there. Even after a long day of dealing with difficult people, you can expect to see Vernon there in his white dress shirt with the first couple buttons unraveled, resting on one of the couches at a table in the VIP lounge, legs parted in his trousers. 

He’s just sitting casually, but he looks like he owns the place.

“You sure you don’t wanna date?” you ask, lips almost brushing against his outer ear as he lets out a soft chuckle and brings his glass of whiskey on ice to his mouth. The music is loud, booming in the speakers of the dim club with strobe lights, making it hard to have any decent conversation but to be honest—who is even trying to talk here when their bodies should be?

“You’re pretty,” he admits, his chocolate swirls of eyes locking with yours. “And—I’m attracted to you. But for dating… you don’t really fit my criteria.” 

Criteria. He says it like he has a checklist for the girl he wants to date. 

Despite constantly hitting on him, you knew your limits for the night. Patting his clothed thigh with your manicured hands, you lean in to press a gentle kiss on his cheek. “Okay, then I’ll leave you for the night. Maybe I’ll try again—but for now, I’m not gonna let today be ruined because Vernon Chwe said ‘no’ to me,” you smirk, pulling down the hem of your dress before standing up. Gesturing to a friend, she excitedly gets up from her seat before shuffling to you. “Let’s go dance!”

Vernon is a liar.

He likes you—a lot. The way you laugh, covering your mouth with your hand as if he still can’t see how far your jaw drops when you’re cackling. His favorite view is when you’re just tipsy enough that your hooded eyes become more alluring, cheeks hot from the alcohol, and your words slurring with weighted truths to them. The last time you were drunk, you admitted that you wanted his dick in your mouth. Vulgar but… still honest.

Dating you meant drama—well, dating in general meant drama, and Vernon knows how you are. You’re not labeled a “drama queen” per se, but you are definitely quite the handful. He saw how defensive you got when a random guy at the club turned down your friend Sana because her nose was a little too big; those earrings were unlatched, dropped into Sana’s palms and somehow your shoe was in your hand, ready to swing.

Okay—he concedes. He kind of enjoys seeing you be like that.

Vernon is calm, cool, and collected. With you being the opposite, he’s not sure if being with someone that intense is good for him. You’re not who people expect to stand by his side when he’s at a banquet or when he’s on those business trips—your party lifestyle reminds him of those people who don’t ever settle, live on breaking hearts, and he’s partially afraid he’ll just be another number on your list of another one you’ll hurt. 

Not to mention that he’s not entirely sure that you’re the type of girl his parents would like if they met you.

You’re entertaining, he’ll agree to that, but you're far from someone who could be his more. You’re aggressive, overly outspoken, and worst of all, you do weird things to him.

You’re the cause for his heart stuttering—he almost mistook it for a heart attack—and you’re the reason why he paces back and forth when he accidentally said something that was borderline offensive in the midst of vetoing the chance of ‘us’ yet again, concerned that those harsh words are why you don’t return his texts. Only then, he realizes you’ve napped through the afternoon and didn’t get a chance to check your phone. And even on those really arduous days where his clients tend to be a little more finicky than usual, you still manage to make him laugh and feel the burden lift from his shoulders. How are you able to do those things to him without much of an effort?

Yet, at the same time, you’re also the pounds of stress that replaces the burden. 

Especially at times like these.

There’s a lot of things about you that he likes, but one of the things he doesn’t like is how quick you're on your feet when he turns you down. It barely takes minutes or even seconds after he says ‘you’re not my type’ before you down a couple shots and head to the dance floor with your ass against some other guy’s crotch.

“Oh,” Vernon’s friend, Mingyu, sings in amusement. “She’s dancing with Minghao.”

Vernon furrows his brows. Who the fuck is Minghao? Not all the words that pour in his thoughts spill from his tongue. “Minghao?” 

Mingyu nods, mid sip of his cognac. Cognac isn’t much different from whiskey, as much as people think—the only thing disparate between the two is that cognac derives from grapes and whiskey comes from grains. Vernon just prefers his whiskey over cognac; he can’t actually tell them apart, but he just… favors the one more than the other.

“Yeah, Xu Minghao. Heard he fucks… like well.”

Vernon scoffs. “… He fucks. Like well?”

Mingyu nods, lips pulling into a straight line as he swirls the drink in his hand. The condensation falls, dripping onto the fabric of his jeans but he could care less, especially when his own girlfriend is on the dance floor beside you, who wasn’t Vernon’s own. “Yeah, my girl heard from a couple of her friends that he’s good with his hips.”

With a quirked brow, Vernon licks his teeth. “You sure that it’s not your girlfriend’s experience we’re talking about here?”

Mingyu narrows his gaze. “Don’t play. Just ‘cause the one you’ve been eyeing suddenly captured Minghao’s attention doesn’t mean that you can jab me like that. Least I can commit.”

Puffing up his cheeks, he doesn’t even bother turning to look at Mingyu when he throws his sharp response. Nothing can avert his attention away from you, especially when you’re fixated on Minghao, your hand atop his as his own rests against your hips with your back pressed against his chest. Is this what you’re into? Some guy with blue hair, similar to the label on a Dasani water bottle or marginal Sonic the Hedgehog? 

“I don’t have commitment issues,” he counters through his gritted teeth. When did he clench his jaw so tightly, and why does he feel his fist balling up? You’re not his, after all, and yet he’s acting like you are. 

“Then what are you going to do about it?”

Vernon doesn’t even think. It’s out of character for him—what he often does is plan out his moves before making them. When it came to work or even what he wanted to meal prep for the rest of this week, Vernon always thought things through. Vacation? He’s already got an agenda. Dinner with friends? He’s got reservations at four different restaurants. Just pick one.

But you? You drive him absolutely insane. He can’t predict anything with you, and he doesn’t have a plan on what to do with you. 

Before you know it, he’s on the dance floor—an unfamiliar place for him because Vernon isn’t the type to bust a move even when he’s intoxicated but tonight, he’s a bit offbeat. Maybe he had too much of the whiskey, or maybe he caught some secondhand smoke from the guy taking a puff of a joint but nonetheless, he’s got his hand wrapped around your wrist and tugging you into him.

“What—”

“I don’t like you rubbing up against him.”

Mouth slightly agape, you step back from him. “Okay, and? You're not my boyfriend.”

He sucks in his cheeks irritably. He knew rejecting you would eventually bite him in the ass. “I just don’t like it.”

“You don’t get to tell me what you like and don’t like,” you retort, rolling your eyes before pushing your hair back. “Now if you would excuse me, I’m going back to Minghao.” But before you could get away, Vernon pulls you back. The impact of your cheek against his chest is a harsh one—but not… a bad one.

It… kind of turns you on? 

But you’re not gonna let him know that.

He exhales out a deep breath. “Okay, then fine. Be my girlfriend.”

You choke on your spit. 

“Wh-What?”

ok the end lets hope i finish this one and that it's a banger

[dollfaceksj]

i hope yoongi and oc share tents together <333 so that someone could not sleep that night +we’re not using yoongi for jungkook we made out fgs i hope you get me! jungkook should realize his mistakes and that he should treat oc AS A GODDESS 👏

sawry but you just gave me an idea and it isnt this one.

warnings: angst, this one is pretty long guys, reader gets bothered, TENSIONNNN

forgot to mention what jk looks like so he’s just wearing a sweatshirt n sweatpants, hair like wednesday!jk in seven mv🤪 link to taglist at the bottom of the post

taste of a poison paradise | jjk (m) #9

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WHAT SHOULD YOU DO?

ACCEPT his request of hearing him out 64,9%

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his big black eyes pleading with you as he awaits your response has your resolve crumbling by the second

*sigh*

let’s see what he has to say

you rub your forehead as you slowly turn back to the seating area and sit down in your previous seat

he takes a quick breath and sits down across from you, elbows on his thighs and he leans forwards

“i wanna start by saying i’m sorry,” he starts, his fingers anxiously fidgeting and picking at the loose flesh around his nails

you glance down at his hands before back up at him

it’s weird to see him being nervous

“i shouldn’t have said those things. i shouldn’t have ruined your night just because i wanted to tease you and joke around. i didn’t realize the impact of my words at the time.”

you squint your eyes at him, did you really give him a chance to speak and he’s saying the same thing he said when he came to apologize about saying he doesn’t like you?

“why did you say those things?” you ask, you need more of an explanation on how he can just say that to not only you but to his fucking senior

like where does he get the fucking nerve

he quietly sighs at your question and runs his hands through his wavy black locks, the palms of his hands rubbing into his eyes as he thinks about his answer

you lean back into the seat and throw your leg over the other, impatiently tapping your foot against the floor

“should i remind you of the time we don’t have?” you nod toward the train driver, reminding him of the fact you’re still on a train that will leave soon and you need to get off

like you know you said he thinks the world revolves around him but geez

“i don’t know, okay? i just,” he shakes his head and looks up at you. “i just really wa–”

“we ready?” you hear yoongi’s voice coming from your side. you turn to look at him and nod before rising to your feet

jungkook sighs, head still in his hands

probably should’ve picked a better time to talk it out, dumbass

you reach for your suitcase but both men suddenly lunge at you to help you

“oh,” you say surprised as they both stand facing each other, hands on the suitcase

“you’re good, i can take it from here,” yoongi politely says to jungkook as he starts tugging on your suitcase

“let me do it,” jungkook starts, “they’ll need you at the front to navigate because they’re not that good with direction.”

feeling like you’re in a kdrama rn

yoongi glances at you for a moment as if to ask for permission to go on ahead

???

he doesn’t need to ask you for permission when it comes to anything

there’s nothing serious going on between you and yoongi

you’re just saying that now because you’re still hoping for something to happen between you and jungkook and you’d feel guilty if yoongi took whatever you two have seriously

that is such BULLSHIT

jungkook is gross HES GROSS!!!

you don’t hope for anything!!!!

“he’s right, they’re really bad with direction,” you mumble. you watch as yoongi slowly drops his hand from your suitcase and nods before taking his own luggage

did jungkook think he could send yoongi off to have more time to speak to you?

you allowed him to and he gave the most basic bitch talk

you don’t even turn to jungkook when you file out of the train with yoongi, leaving jungkook behind with your luggage because he said he could handle it, did he not?

you gather with everyone in a circle, everyone’s checking if everyone’s here, checking luggage and everything

you don’t even look at jungkook as he drags both his luggage and yours to the circle

enjoy!

it’s a short walk to the actual camping area and when you’ve finally made it, you breathe out in relief

“let’s start with their tents,” seokjin tugs on joon’s arm, leading him to hyunjoo & isabella to help them out with their tent

it seems like hobi and yoongi are sharing a tent

seokjin and namjoon are sharing a tent

jimin and tae are sharing a tent

you luckily brought your own tent<333

you just love privacy.. but who doesn’t

and apparently so did he who shall not be named

but it doesn’t matter

everyone is busy with their own tents

you nudge yoongi’s hip with yours

“i got my own tent, you know.” your flirtatious words make him chuckle

“are you implying what i think you’re implying?” he responds before squatting and fixing up some loose ends on his tent

you huff. “and what do you think i’m implying?”

he chuckles under his breath and shakes his head at you. “your minx antics are distracting me.”

you laugh and hit his shoulder before deciding to go fix your own tent

get away from him you’re on DEMON time

you didn’t think about how sharing a tent with someone means they’d help you set it up

cause you’re alone

and now you’re

:)

a dumbass

trying to fix your tent

hm. it says if you turn this rod this way..

..and you take that bit and put it there…

…and if you do this then the zipper should be on that side..

for fucks sake.

it’s been 5 minutes.

you sigh as you drop it, rising to your feet and staring at the pathetic attempt of putting together a tent in front of you with your hands on your hips like a soccer dad

ugh

everyone is seemingly still busy but they look successful

and you look a fool

“you gonna let me help you?”

you turn your head to the side, eyes meeting with big black tapioca pearls accompanied by pretty lashes and thick brows

why

why

why

can he just!!!!

leave you alone

you stare at him for a moment. “shouldn’t you be fixing your own tent?”

he nods behind you and you turn to look in that direction, noticing how his tent is ready

the hell

everyone else is still fixing their tents and they’re duos

he did that

this quickly

on his own???

you’re pretty sure he never leaves the house

let alone gone camping before

so how????

“so?” he closes the distance a bit more, looking down at you from his height

you click your tongue and shrug your shoulders. “i wouldn’t want to appear as attention-seeking.”

he sighs at your pettiness, bringing his hand up to rub his eyes

“yeah well, you weren’t exactly the nicest to me up till that point, were you?”

huh

what

“what?”

“did you mean everything you said to me? about me? like how i’m not good for anything and that i’m nothing but a fuckboy?”

you blink at him

you did say those things in the heat of the moment

if he had said those words to you you would have gone batshit fucking crazy

not to mention how you were acting toward him even before the night at the club

well.. no, you didn’t mean those things

is this his way of implying he also didn’t mean the things he said to you?

he sighs at your lack of response and scratches the back of his head. “forget it, y/n. i just want to put up your tent. will you let me?”

he does look sincere

hmm

well

whatever

might as well make him work for it

you nod toward your tent and take a step back

he wastes no time and gets to work on your tent

this is gonna be a loooong night😕

it’s 20 minutes later and everyone is now around your tent, trying to fix it

it seems like something is wrong with your tent

great :)

just what you needed

“yeah, the tent is fucked. how much did you pay for this joke?” seokjin asks as he rises from his squat position

you think about it. “like… 80 bucks.”

he shakes his head. “you should go ask for your money back cause they ripped you off.”

of course it’s YOUR tent that’s messed up

you sigh and place one hand on your hip, the other scratching the back of your head

“well, what now?” jimin asks as he’s still trying to fix your tent, not wanting to give up

“you’re gonna have to join someone’s tent.” yoongi says to you as he walks around the flat tent toward you

taehyung beams, “oh, in ours!”

“i’d love for y/n to join us but the two of us barely fit in it.” jimin is the voice of reason and they all sigh

hoseok says, “but you’re alone in your tent, aren’t you?”

there’s

no fucking way

is he implying..

for FUCKS sake

you try to fight it but you can’t, your eyes automatically snap towards jungkook

but he’s already staring straight at you

“yeah, i do. she’s welcome, of course.” there’s that arrogance that you know and love–

know and hate.

you hate it!

you glance at tae and joon and as you suspected, they’re glancing at each other

are they really planning on protesting that?

you don’t like how they act like you can’t make your own decisions

you step forwards. “alright, then.”

your eyes shift to jungkook and he’s staring at you, his eyes narrow at you for a split second and his lips slightly twitch

you can’t tell what tf he’s thinking

but it doesn’t matter

it’s just to SLEEP. nothing else

seokjin pulls everyone out of the awkward silence that has settled around you. “great! now shall we get started on dinner? i’m starving.”

yoongi and seokjin are in charge of dinner right now

hyunjoo and isabella are helping them out

hoseok and namjoon are working on the campfire

jimin and tae are organizing the tents and arranging a seating area around the campfire

leaving you and jungkook to just.. stand around

you’re just standing by the people cooking and jungkook is testing out a seat made by jimin

“oh, y/n!” seokjin calls out to you

oh fun

“hm?” you spin on your heels to face him

“can you and jungkook go to the closest store and pick up a few bottles of water?” he asks as he stirs whatever he’s stirring. “take my car.”

he kind of asked it but it feels more like he’s telling you to do it

and what are you going to say to your senior? no?

you can’t even drive but you know jungkook can

fuck

“okay.”

seokjin hands you his car keys and you gather all your courage to walk up to jungkook right now

he looks up from his phone as you toss the carkeys in his lap

“let’s go, gamerboy. we’ve got duties.”

you don’t even pause as you walk straight past him, heading toward the car

ooof

the look on his face is one you won’t forget

he looked happy you were acknowledging him but quickly stopped smiling when he realized it was only because you were given a task

it doesn’t take long for jungkook to join you, unlocking the car and getting inside

you get into the passenger seat and look up the closest grocery store

which is

a 35 minute drive.

if only the car blew up rn…

you set your phone into the cupholder next to the gearshift so he can see the navigation on your phone

he buckles his seatbelt and so do you, and he slowly reverses out of the spot and starts driving

the car drive

is so

tense

and

quiet

you’re just staring out the window

the silence disappears when his fingers dance across the car radio and turn it on

he skips a few channels before realizing all of them are shitty and just settles on one

you continue to glare out the window

this silence is TOUGHHH

“do you need something from the store?” he asks quietly, right hand managing the gear shift and the other is turning the steering wheel

and he looks so fucking good

“no.”

he sighs at your short answer and turns the music a bit louder, maybe an attempt at drowning out his own thoughts

the roads are pretty empty so you’d gotten there in about 20 minutes

jungkook was definitely going way over the speedlimit but if he gets a fine, seokjin will definitely tape it against jungkook’s door

you unbuckle your seatbelt and get out, making jungkook copy you

he follows close behind you as you enter the store

once you’re inside, he skims past you and disappears into the store as he goes to look for water

hmm

you on the other hand let your eyes roam the snack section

ooo kinder

doritos

CHEETOS

you’re scanning the bags of chips and bars of candy until there’s a presence next to you

thinking it’s jungkook, you look up at him

but

it’s not jungkook

and for the first time, you really wish it was jungkook

you frown as there’s a guy, probably in his mid thirties

standing

next to you?

“aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” he says, eyes drinking you up

gross.

you squint at him as you put the bar of kinder back in it’s rightful place. “thank you.”

“you here alone?”

you keep browsing. he isn’t being overly creepy and isn’t invading your personal space so you don’t really feel threatened. just grossed out. “no.”

“what kind of crazy person would leave such a beautiful woman unattended?”

you internally roll your eyes at his cheesy line but mumble, “an actual crazy person.”

he takes the kinder bar you just put back and waves it at the cashier, who then nods at him

okay, maybe he’s a regular?

he then hands you the bar

you frown at it but take it nonetheless, free food is free food

“you wanna go ditch your responsibilities and join me for a night?”

just as you turn to look at the man, another presence is pressed up flat against your back

“how about you fuck off?” jungkook’s chest rumbles as he speaks, sending vibrations down your entire back

the man glances at jungkook and takes a step back

“hey man, shouldn’t leave a pretty girl by herself. i didn’t know she was your girl.”

bruh you literally… told him….. you weren’t alone?

well. ur not jungkook’s girl.

UR NOT.

jungkook continues, “well, now you do. get the fuck on, man.”

wha

did he just

okay

😂😂😂😂😂

he actually

does look intimidating rn

he’s towering over this other man, staring him down and clearly asserting his dominance

the guy glances at you before shaking his head and leaving the store

you slowly turn to him, his black eyes staring you down and a slight pinch in his brows

he looks really fucking annoyed

“thanks,” you mumble, referring to getting the guy off your back

he didn’t have to imply you two were in a relationship though but whatever

you watch as his eyes drop to the kinder bar in your hand

he doesn’t reply but instead takes the kinder bar out of your hand and tosses it aside before grabbing another kinder bar and a handful of other bars, chips and candy before heading to the counter

he pays for the sweets and the water

ouuuuu

you watch as he picks up two packs of 6 water bottles on his own, plus the bagged candy between his fingers

he’s

uhhh

kind of hot rn 😭😭😭

“let me help you–” you reach out but he just turns his body sideways so you can’t reach the water

“just open the door.”

you blink at him a few times before holding the door open and walking out with him

there’s a group of men just sitting by the side that weren’t there before

you open the trunk to help him load it in but he shakes his head, he just hands you the bag of sweets and says, “get in the car.”

he’s so

different?

you kinda

you kinda l*ke it

BE QUIET!!!!

you stare at him dumbfounded before actually complying and getting into the car

the ride back is even quieter than the ride there

but whatever right

it’s not like you want to talk to him

so you just

enjoy

the silence

upon your arrival, it’s already gotten rather dark out. you move to unbuckle your seatbelt but a hand on your bicep stops you

ahhh shit. here we go again

you glance at him over your shoulder and jungkook is staring straight ahead, out the windshield, hand on your arm like he doesn’t realize he stopped you

“sorry.” he takes his hand back. “listen.”

you fight the urge to roll your eyes. “why should i?”

“because you were right.”

hm?

everyone loves being told they were right

so

let’s actually hear him out

you settle back into your seat

he finally glances at you and you cross your arms as you wait for him to speak

“you’re right. i am childish.” he stares straight at you as he’s speaking and it’s SO intense

“so i’m coming to you as a man now and i’ll own up to everything.”

you tilt your head to the side in intrigue, a slight pinch in your brows which makes your pretty lashes kiss your brow bone

his eyes quickly scan your entire face before he continues, “the reason why i was pressing you and taunting you was because i wanted you to give in.”

his words from when he came to pick up his sneakers pop into your mind

‘i just wanna see how long you can go before eventually wrapping around my finger.’

you respond with, “yeah, you already made that clear.”

“no, listen to me,” he says as he places his hand on the compartment between the driver’s seat and the passenger’s seat, next to the cupholders

the intensity radiating off of him makes you want to listen

“i’m saying that my pride was too tough to swallow.”

uh

what???

why would he have to swallow his pride?

you frown. “i don’t get it.”

he sighs in frustration and closes his eyes for a moment. “i wanted you to give in, not to prove a point but because..” he pauses, “because i want you. i just didn’t want to admit it, not even to myself. because i never had to before.”

oh

oh

oh okay

👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍

wow

😀😀😀😀😀

how

do you even react

to that

he’s not done, though. “but you kept holding onto it like a dog with a bone and my patience was running out. i was not used to the feeling and i didn’t understand it at all. i lost my temper and said some shit i shouldn’t have, like a little kid. i’m sorry.”

now THATS how you apologize, ladies and gents!

he apologized like a normal person now

you blink at him a few times

he’s being sincere

you know he is

you want to accept his apology. you really do

but you’ve gotta get your lick back somehow

you quietly sigh. “come here.”

??

he frowns. “what?”

“come closer,” you chuckle, curling your index finger right next to your face so he knows where you’re requesting his presence

he wastes no time leaning into you but you stop him by his chin with your index finger right before his lips touch yours

you gently press your finger into his chin to push his face back from yours a few millimeters

you say, “apology accepted.”

he glances down at your lips before back at your eyes, his breath tickling the skin of your lips

damn

he is so damn close

“but that’s only because i love it when men–” you pause for a second.

“i love it when boys look and sound absolutely fucking pathetic.”

oh goodness

HELLO????

you see his adam’s apple bouncing up and down in your peripherals

you pucker up your lips just enough to graze his lips, basically pressing a soft peck to his lips

that peck only lasted half a second but….. his lips are … so soft

“that’s a thank you for this,” you say as you pull away and hold the bag of sweets up

you swing the door open without a second thought and get out, swinging the bag of snacks back and forth and leaving jungkook to deal with the reality of what just happened and the packs of water

jungkook: 2

you: 2

to be continued

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How do you draw the metal shine on your animatronics?

Oh geez

Honestly?

I have no frigging idea! Couldn't start to explain what I'm doing, as I just draw and add shine and shading as I work. At least if yer talking about my robot shine in my sketches.

But alright, let's see if I can try and make examples for this..

Fig. 1

As said above, I usually shade and shine as I go, so leaving this one mostly blank was bit of a toll on me.

But yeh, just a flat sketch of our favourite Sun guy just happy to be here

Fig. 2

Alright, this is a very simple example for how I do most shine on areas meant to be a light colour. Can't be too drastic and risk making it look like the casing is supposed to be darker.

Best way I can explain the "shine lines", hmmm.. I'm not smart enough to have the words, I guess. I just learn from observing art and things around me to try get an idea what gives the right effect with the tools given..

Fig. 3

Let's try with more detailing by adding soft shading.

I really do just add these things based on feel and vibe, as I go.

Do pay attention that whether it's metal shine or shading on non-metal parts, it rarely goes all the way to the art lines. Gotta preserve white space for effect, it helps giving the needed illusion of light when ye only got pencil to work with. Is the best way I can put any instructions on this.

Fig. 4

Of course matters on the shape and desired effect on what you are drawing. There are many ways to draw shading and shine on different materials, for the right feel. This is just some basic and simple examples I can think of to try and illustrate.

I'm sure you can find plenty of better tutorials out there to explain this concept in deeper detail than I'm able to.

I never really looked it up myself, I just experimented with my techniques as I went. Even trying to set it up in separate parts have me unsure if this gonna help ya understand how I do my work.

Best I can tell ya, is I mostly tribute the backgrounds of Hollow Knight some credit for my shading techniques today. Some arts done attempting to copy the style of the game's backgrounds and detailing gave me some pointers to work from.

(Moth character my old OC Grave Keeper)

So, yeah, that's the best I can give ya on the subject of how I do metal shine in pencil. Best I can offer is ya look up examples that work for you, to try draw from as you figure out your own technique and vibes for it.

I do hope that was any help!

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Flashing Lights

13) Heavy

Jack Harlow x Singer!OC

Series Masterlist

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“Guys, I think Jack is avoiding me.” Maryse said as she sat across Doja and Saweetie, they had decided to get brunch as they hadn’t seen each other in a while.

Taking a sip of her water, Doja spoke first. “That man is obsessed with you, I refuse to believe that.”

Saweetie nodded in agreement, “Yeah, girl that man would crawl in your skin if he could.”

While all that was true, something didn’t feel right. Running a hand through her hair she explained further. “Well yeah but he’s been acting differently since I told him I was going to be gone all fall to tour.”

The conversation they had a couple days ago continued to play in her head. “So, where do I fall in this?” Maryse could remember not knowing how to properly answer the question. For some reason, it felt deeper than just missing her while she toured.

“Hm, maybe he’s just scared he’s going to lose you. He’s never dated anyone that actually has a career. No offense to his ex’s, so I’m sure it’s going to be quite an adjustment, same with you as well.” Doja told her

“Yeah,” Saweetie continued “I mean you never had to deal with much distance before either, that loser ex of yours was home every week.”

Maryse rolled her eyes at the mention of Nate and sighed. “Yeah, I’m definitely going to miss him, but after our phone call it felt like he was giving up before we could even try.” She told them sadly.

Doja and Saweetie gave each other a look feeling sad for their friend. “Look girl,” Doja spoke first, “it sounds to me that you need to have a conversation with Jack. Like a real one, not one of those quick conversations over the phone.”

Maryse nodded knowing they were right.

“Don’t worry too much about it.” Saweetie said and raised her glass “Now, let’s toast to you going on tour with fucking Coldplay.” They clinked their glasses together and took a sip of the drinks, Maryse pretended to listen as the girls talked while she continued to think about her situation with Jack.

***

Urban looked down at his phone in confusion.

“Hey, Jack.” He called out to his friend who was sitting at the table writing. Jack looked at him in acknowledgement “Hm?” before continuing to write.

“Is your phone turned off? Maryse just texted me saying that she’s been trying to contact you all morning.” Urban asked, confused, he was actually shocked Jack wasn’t with her right now. It’s usually the first place he goes when he steps foot in New York.

“Nah, it’s on.” Jack said, still not looking up, and continuing to scribble in his notebook.

That made Urban even more confused, and slightly concerned. “Y’all, get in an argument or something? You’re usually up her ass.” He said with a chuckle

Jack didn’t find that funny “I just don’t want to be on my phone right now, geez. I’m not up Maryse’s ass either, I’m my own person. I’m just trying to write this verse for EST and not be bothered.”

Urban just stared at him wide eyed. Shocked that he was speaking of Maryse that way.

“Okay, dude. I don’t know what your problem is but I hope you fix it soon. Don’t take that energy to the Today Show.” Urban said with a roll of his eyes, and left the hotel room.

When Urban got to the hallway he didn’t know whether or not to tell Maryse he was in a bad mood or tell her a little white lie. Deciding to be honest, he texted Maryse letting her know Jack was working on music and that he seemed to be stressed but reassured her that Jack would be by later after rehearsals.

***

Not wanting to cause a scene Maryse stayed at home to watch Jack’s performance on the Today Show, she didn’t hear from him at all the day before other than him sending a text saying that he loved her, and that he would come to her place as soon as he was done performing.

Maryse was worried about him, something was off with him. The sparkle that was usually in his eyes when he performed was gone, his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. The reasoning had to be something deeper than just being exhausted.

When Jack walked in the door later that morning, it looked like the whole world was sitting on his shoulders. She immediately dragged him to the couch and settled into his lap and wrapped her arms around him.

They sat in silence as they soaked in each other’s presence with Jack’s head resting on the inside of Maryse’s neck. The past few weeks had Jack spiraling in his anxiety with him constantly telling Jason “yes” to appearances, hardly having a moment's peace.

Jack lifted his head, squeezing Maryse to get her attention. “I love you, Maryse.”

Maryse was slightly caught off guard by the deepness and emotion of his voice. She had to blink back tears before sharing the sentiment.

It was quiet for such a long time she would’ve thought Jack was asleep if he wasn’t pressing small kisses to her neck every few minutes.

“Do you wanna watch tv?” Maryse asked, motioning towards the television and running her other hand through his curls. Jack didn’t say anything but gave a simple nod. Maryse slid off his lap and sat beside him now on the couch, legs draped across his legs.

“You don’t have to but if there’s anything you want to talk about, I’m here, baby.” She wanted to remind him that she's there for him, no matter what. Jack knew that was his chance to open up, but something was stopping him.

Maryse felt him let out a sigh next to her. “I’m fine, M. I’m just happy to be next to you finally. I’m sorry I’ve been kinda distant lately.”

She nodded, “It’s okay.” It wasn’t okay and it upset her but she would bring that up later.

“Let’s just take a nap, okay.” Jack nodded once more, falling asleep almost immediately. Maryse stayed up thinking about what was going to happen next month when they’re apart.

Hours had passed and Jack was still sleeping next to her, Maryse knew she needed to get up and go to the studio. She promised Saweetie she would hop on a song for her.

As she tried to sneak out Jack’s arms, he woke up.

“Where are you going?” Jack asked before rubbing his eyes, trying to wake himself up.

“I’m going to the studio to record something for Saweetie.” She told him while trying to find her shoes.

“Can’t you do that later? I’m sure she’ll understand.”

Reaching down to give him a kiss on the check. “I won’t be gone long I promise.”

As she turned back around, she was immediately pulled back by Jack tugging on the hoodie she had thrown on causing her to fall on top of where he was laid on the couch. Jack pressed his lips to hers passionately. As much as she wished she could stay and kiss him, work had to be done.

“Please, stay.” Jack almost whined.

“I’ll be gone only for a few hours, you big baby.” Maryse told him jokingly, grabbing her tote bag she always takes to the studio. Turning back around Jack’s face was full of frustration.

“We haven’t seen each other for longer than 24 hours in weeks with us both traveling.” Maryse crossed her arms, hugging herself. “I told you, I’m only going to be gone for three hours, top. It’s not that big of a deal.” She didn’t understand why he was getting so upset.

Jack ran a hand over his face before speaking again. “I finally convinced Neelam and Jason to push back some meetings today so I could spend the day with you.”

She was getting annoyed now. “While I appreciate that, I didn’t ask you to do that for me.”

“Sorry for thinking you wanted to spend time with me.” Jack muttered back, the stress and anxiety was starting to creep back up, making him tense.

Maryse rolled her eyes. “Jackman, please.” She said sternly. “You know I would spend time with you every waking moment if I could. I can’t just rearrange my studio time because you’re here.”

“I just want to spend time with you, Maryse!” Jack’s voice started to raise slightly.

“Why don’t you come with me then, you can see what I’m working on.” Maryse suggested anything to stop this disagreement.

It was Jack’s turn to roll his eyes. “No, I just want to spend time with you and do something that doesn’t involve one of us working. I just find it funny how I can move things around but you can’t.”

“Again, I never asked you to do that.” Arms still crossed over her chest.

“I did it because I love you!” He shot back.

Maryse huffed, turning around and walking towards the window in her apartment. Needing a moment to breathe. “Jack, I’m starting to feel like you’ve been trying to make me feel guilty for being busy and being gone for long periods. My career is important to me, I can’t just drop everything for you.”

“Making you feel guilty?! No, this is about you not making me or our relationship for that matter a fucking priority.”

She breathed out a heavy sigh and shook her head. Jack wasn’t going to back down any time soon, and she didn’t feel like arguing anymore “I’m going to the studio now, don’t wait around.” Slamming the door behind her.

When Maryse got to the studio Saweetie was already at the soundboard. “Hey girl!” She said turning around in her seat, her smile dropped when she saw the look on her friend's face.

“Oh no, what’s wrong?” She asked, concerned.

“Jack and I just got in our first fight.” Maryse said as she pulled a chair up next to her friend.

“About what?”

Running a hand through her hair, “Jack wants to change my whole schedule up to be with him. He wanted me to cancel on you because he apparently pushed back meetings to hang with me since he was in town for the Today Show this morning. Which I never asked him to do.”

Before Saweetie could respond Maryse continued venting. “You and Doja were right, his ex’s always followed him around, changing their schedules for him. I don’t think he likes that I’m just as busy as he is.”

Saweetie nodded her head acknowledging her friend's feelings. “One thing I’ve learned is that there’s always room to grow, you guys seriously need to have a conversation about this. That’s the only way to handle this. As soon as you leave here you both need to talk. Don’t let the issue linger.”

“Yeah I will, this is just making me so upset.” Maryse told her friend. She hated arguing and hated it even more with Jack.

Saweetie pulled her into a hug, “You guys will get through this.” Maryse nodded, having a hard time believing her.

As promised Maryse finished recording in less than three hours, when she got back in her car she checked her phone to see if Jack texted her in those three hours. She was disappointed to see that he hadn’t tried texting or calling.

The closer she got to her apartment the more guilty she felt for leaving the way she did. While she quite didn’t understand where Jack was coming from she shouldn’t have snapped at him.

To say she was hurt when she walked inside and saw it empty was an understatement. Jack hated her now, and probably thought she wanted nothing to do with him. Maybe he was right, maybe she did put her career above him sometimes. But still felt like her feelings were valid as well. She can’t drop everything to be with him, even if she wanted to.

Going to her room to cry herself to sleep she stopped on her tracks when she saw a bouquet of flowers on her bedside table.

Walking to the flowers she pulled the card immediately to read it. “I love you.”

Maryse pulled the card to chest and closed her eyes as tears started falling. Crawling into bed, she still held onto the card. Pulling her phone out her hoodie she texted Jack. “I love you too.” sighing when she saw he left her on read.

It was harder than normal to fall asleep that night without Jack next to her knowing he was in town. She didn’t know what she was going to do if they didn’t talk this out before things escalated, especially with tour coming up.

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[jtl07]

jt (finally) watches warrior nun - s2 e1 (pt 2)

(Btw, thanks for the replies on the first post! Really fun to talk about this stuff with folks!)

Alright, so from the first post, the things I wanted to talk about in that first avatrice scene were: 1) how tense Beatrice is, 2) conversely, how easily she bends to Ava, and 3) that was not the first time Ava has kissed Beatrice.

I talked a bit about the emotional tension that Beatrice was carrying in the last post, so let’s talk about the physical tension - which also leads into the 2nd point about how she bends to Ava (and also the cheek kiss lol)

First, can we give KTY all the accolades for her choices in this scene? We get so much from Beatrice in just over a minute of screen time:

snippiness

a lecture (which is the closest we get to s1 Bea but it’s wrapped in something like a plea that makes it feel different)

the quick improvisation that reminds you of what she’s capable of (i.e. not just able to kill a man but also to make herself invisible if she needs to)

suspicion (which, now that I think about it, is kinda reminiscent of her calling out Lilith outside of Arq-tech in s1 e4

pride (which I absolutely love and will talk about more below)

her softness at the mention of Mary

and of course, the most perfect impersonation of a computer restart lol

I mean, look at all that! So sososo much in one minute! Geez. All the awards to KTY.

Anyway, Bea’s hella tense in this scene and, as mentioned in the replies of the first post, it makes a lot of sense considering how out in the open they are here. I get this feeling that without the structure (and scripture) of the OCS, Bea has this need to double down on holding herself in (and running from her own feelings). And she’s trying so hard here. She keeps defaulting to that strictness, what with the mini-lecture and the suspicion, but she can never hold on to it for very long, can she? Because Ava’s right there to make her bend.

Two moments in particular: First, the “exceptionally well-organized” line (0:59 in this vid), look at how her posture changes.

I love how Beatrice straightens here, almost as if she’s standing for judgement - and expecting praise. Which she probably received when she was back at Cat’s Cradle. But they’re not at Cat’s Cradle now, and what she receives instead - at least what she seems to take it as - is admonishment. I mean, look at her reaction:

She ducks her head as if chastised, even gives Ava a nod like a sullen child. But I don’t think Ava quite meant it as a critique, yknow? There’s a fondness in her voice, in her smile, teasing even - and of course, the gentle reminder (1:08), “You don’t have to be so perfect all the time,” where KTY again gets all the awards for how she puts so much in how Beatrice hesitates in looking back up at Ava, that almost stuttered breath she takes in when she does. Goddamn, KTY, such a great performance, showing just how deeply Ava has gotten under Beatrice’s skin.

The second moment where Beatrice bends to Ava, not as evident as the above but it’s still there, is in response to Ava’s “Yes, mother.” Which, huh, I guess Ava realized the best way to get Beatrice to bend is to tease her lol

Beatrice ducks her head just for a moment and yknow, I wonder if that’s what tipped Ava over the edge - it is kind of adorable, the way Bea just accepts the teasing. But also it’s like, here Beatrice is with the girl she loves (as mentioned in the replies to that first post, my thought is that Beatrice is well aware of her feelings by now) and idk, I get the feeling that she doesn’t necessarily want to be so strict - this is Ava, who wants to live and chat up customers and swim and run and do all the things. But Beatrice’s mission is to train Ava so she wins, so she stays alive, so if Bea has to endure some teasing, so be it.

And that leads into that third and last point: I really think that this wasn’t the first time Ava’s surprised Beatrice with a kiss. I mean, look (1:26) how Ava doesn’t hesitate in leaning in, doesn’t even think about it afterward, doesn’t say anything about Beatrice’s wide-eyed, frozen expression. Just skips away without a care in the world.

And Beatrice, for all her shock, recovers well - too well, I think. She just kinda … accepts it. If this was the first time, my thought would be that she’d go into some kind of panic or guilt mode, yknow?

But she doesn’t here - sure she needs a second, but then she blinks, remembers to breathe, straightens to her usual posture. And again, awards to KTY because there’s so much in that look she has at the end:

It’s almost like resignation - perhaps this thought that that’s all things will ever amount to be between them, yknow? That it won’t go further; they can’t.

Okay as usual, I have written more than I thought I would lol. I’m going to try to get through the rest the episode this weekend but don’t be surprised if I don’t. Lmk what y’all think!

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Mending Our Home PT. 2

Dad!Steve Harrington X Mom!Reader

Authors Note: This is a chapter talking about grief, again Pregnancy loss trigger warning! Send in a request if you want to see more Dad Steve in the future (maybe some happier stuff but I do love angst), I have a few other drafts but would love some inspo!

Summary: Conclusion of the Harrington's unplanned hospital stay, Joyce and Jim (Hop) cheer you up. Taking care of you and Steve like you wished your parents did. In Steve's exhaustion he's brought back to 1986 and the memories he wish would stay there. You blame yourself, for all of it.

Characters: Steve Harrington, Reader, Teddy Harrington (oc), Joyce and Jim, mentions of other characters ft. auntie robin and uncle dusty. Max Mayfield and Eddie Munson.

Warnings/Tags: Grief, Clarity of what happened Season 4, Body dysmorphia?, Pregnancy loss warning!

Word Count: 4.4 k

Flipping through a magazine that was on the tray table when a series of knocks stole your attention. The door opened wide to reveal Joyce running to your bedside. She looked just as exhausted as Steve. Jim Hopper followed to drop some bags on the floor, setting a water bottle and baggy of snacks on the tray by your bed. She cupped your face and grabbed your hand, kissing all over your face. Steve stood at the foot of your bed in tears, Jim came up behind him and shook up his shoulders, pushing him to the other side of the bed close to you. The adults took turns hugging you, but Steve just watched in silence, examining your body, his face holding some type of apprehension. While his hand was soft and malleable cradled with yours, warming your heart.

“You did so well honey. After Steve called us, Hop and Jonathan went and cleaned the apartment up. When you're sick of us, we're gonna stop on the drive home at Bradley's and fill your fridge. Get everything nice, ready for you to be home safe." She squeezed your shoulders again before hugging you get again.

"Geez don't suffocate the girl. What Joyce is getting too, we’re all so glad you're alive and recovering kiddo.” Hop pulled Joyce to his side, knocking your chin to the side in fondness.

"We also have been sprucing up Jonathan's old room so Teddy has a comfortable place with us. Whenever! No pressure, he's just such a good little boy." Joyce reached out for you hand leaning her hip on the free space of your bed.

“Or if Steve gets sick of sitting up in a chair staring at you.” Hopper added with a wink, poking fun at Steve.

“Watch it, oh old one,” Steve went over and started talking to Jim. Joyce was still holding tightly to your hand,

“Thank you, Joyce for everything. For coming here, being with Teddy. It means a lot.” You squeaked

“Of course, sweetie, you just take all the time you need to heal and rest." she brushed the wiry hair off your forehead.

"We're all here for you, and we have a little surprise in the waiting room if you're up for it." Hop added, craning his head towards the door.

"Yes! Eat something first you two, I'll be right back! Don't go anywhere!" Joyce jumped up running out of the room.

"I love that woman but she is crazzzyyyy..." Hop sighed moving his cap to scratch at his scalp

"A wonderful crazy that you match Hop." You giggled

"Shush, now let's open up the ho-ho's before she comes back and complains about my high blood sugar." He teasingly hit your arm with the back of his hat, grabbing the paper bag of squeaky plastic processed snacks dumping them out on the table.

"Mommmmyyyyy!!!!" The door opened wide to Joyce holding Teddy by his hand until he saw you in the bed. Running immediately to you Steve pulled him across the bed by his belt.

"Teddy! Hi baby." you cried, kissing all over his face holding him to your chest. Voice caught in your throat at his smell they way he still fit in your arms. "My sweet boy, I missed you so much." you croaked. Shoulder starting to shake, your eyes clouded with emotion. Steve rubbed your back, pinching his nose to stop the imminent onslaught of tears felt by everyone in the room.

"What's wrong, Mommy?" Teddy probed ever the smart boy, "Nana told me to be gendle. Was not gendle?"

His hands brushing your tears clumsy, holding your face in his soft and small hands. They would only be like this once, you thought. Remembering how scared you were when you found out. Now not ever thinking about changing how anything went if each outcome gave you the family you had. Only the sorrow on those few who weren't here to share it along side you.

"No teddy-bear you are so gentle," You assured your baby, because that's exactly what he was. Teddy was yours, your baby boy. "Mommy's just sad. But you, Daddy, and everyone else makes me better."

"Do you want us to take him with us?" Joyce stressed as you held Teddy, rocking him against you. The feeling of shame creeped up your throat in needing a nearly 5 year old's comfort.

"No, no, we'll either be able to take him home from bedtime, or Robin will. She wants to check in. Help me clean up the car." Steve insisted, ruffling Teddy's long chestnut curls. making them stick up in various directions.

"Steve I'm so sorry. That BMW has been through it." you rambled embarrassed, hiding your face against the pillow.

"It's perfectly okay, I'll shine her up! She'll be as good as she was on my 16th birthday."

"You should get some rest first, Steve. You look like you just spend the night in the can."

"You can sleep in a can?" Teddy perked up at his honorary grandpa,

"We gotta fine one big enough for you bear!" Joyce spun Teddy around, chasing him around the room. They both walked around the hospital with you affectively tiring you out but not your son.

"We could've brought blankets!" Joyce admonished her husband trying to help Steve with the pull out couch.

"We're in a hospital, Joyce. I doubt they don't have extra blankets for Steve's comfort. Now a pillow for that head is a whole other issue."

You giggled into Teddy's neck, as the two men bickered. Joyce left to finish making the bed.

"Are we gonna live here now?" Teddy asked you coloring randomly on the newspaper you held on your lap for him.

"No baby, just until I get a bit better." You cooed, rubbing his back he sat up to look at you.

"What's wong?" You looked to Steve who'd stopped, then back to your son. The fear in his brown eyes reflective of his father's turned your stomach sour. Steve was at you side in a spit second to distract Teddy.

"Um hey. Do you need anything particular while we're out?" Hop cleared his throat as Joyce wrap a arm around his waist covering her yawn in his chest.

"Do you have everything at home, Sweets?" your husband asked through tired eyes and a hardly contained yawn.

"They send us home with things right? I'll be okay. Maybe just Teddy?"

"Hey bub, Nana and Pop are gonna go grocery shopping. You want anything special?"

"Sheerios!"

"Heart healthy, good job!" She pinched his cheeks, "We'll give you some time together, just call the house if you need us?" They said their goodbyes and Steve shut the down behind them, leaving the Harrington's in the room together.

"Is there food here?" Steve laughs unwrapping a ho-ho for Teddy,

"Hey Edmund, we want to talk to you about something. Okay?" Steve started the conversation with saturated warmth.

"And it's okay to not understand, be sad or angry. You just tell us, we love you so much." You added moving the hair out of his eyes, just like you did for his father. Edmund was his carbon copy if that was ever a possibility.

"Otay."

"Remember we talked about being careful with Mommies tummy?" He nods chocolate smearing on his chin as he eats, "Do you know the reason why?"

"To grow my best fwiend." You sharply inhale, but Steve keeps Teddy's attention on him as your lip wobbles.

"Yeah, yeah buddy. Mommy and I wanted-want you to have a little sibling, but they weren't quite ready yet. " Steve corrects himself,

That's why Mommy and I are here at the hospital because Mommy and I, we had to say goodbye." Steve's hand reaches out for yours as an anchor. Teddy then notices your distress again, hooking his arms around your neck.

"Don't cry, Mommy. You still my friend." He tells you, brushing your hair down just like he's seen Steve do for you when your sick.

"Yeah?" You ask wetly, squeezing him. "I'm not your bestest friend?" you chide jokingly.

He laughs, cupping your ear and violently whispers.

"Don't tell Daddy..." Then hiding in your neck again.

"Okay baby." You giggle wetly, "Do you understand what were saying?"

"The stork took the baby back, because she wasn't ready."

"Almost, we still need to be careful with Mommies tummy a little longer. She doesn't feel to good, the baby made her real sick." Steve sits on the edge of the bed, Teddy seeks his comfort by leaning against Steve's chest. They both heave a sigh of relief, melting into each other's embrace with you at their side.

"But I'm better now, I'll always be here. No matter what." You brush thick locks from his eyes, some of the ends still baby blonde from his first hair cut.

"Will you have a baby still?" Teddy finally breaks a confused smile, laying his palm flat over you heart.

"Maybe someday, but right now I need to heal and give you my undivided attention!"

"This makes Mommy sad, and Daddy sad too." He asks, somber. To many thoughts and emotions running through his small body at once as he traces the shapes on your hospital gown.

"A little, but nothing tickles can't fix!" Steve grabs at Teddy's sides pining him against the bed as you both attack him with tickles. Under his chin, feet and along his sides.

"Hehehe, otay! Staph!!"

"Oh no, here comes the tickle monster!" Steve rears back pulling his elbows deep into his shirt like a t-rex's arms

"Nooo! Daddy no tickle monster!" Teddy belly-laughs holding your arm over him in protection

"Once he gets started the tickles must ensue! Only tickles!" Steve says if faux pain, pretending to tickle your sides.

"No Daddy!"

"Run Teddy! You can't save me! Save yourself from the tickles!" Teddy slides off the bed running to the bathroom and shutting the shower stall.

"Hi-" Steve says cupping your face in his hands pressing chaste kisses around your face.

"Hi." You stop his ministrations, kissing him deeply on the lips making his shoulders relax as you hold his face to you.

"When's the last time I said I love you?" taking a hypnotized breath that warms your cheeks, smelling of chocolate.

"It's a new day Mr. Harrington, but I love you too."

"You're beautiful and I love you. I'ma tell you that everyday for the rest of my days." His nose, circles around yours with humor.

"You're a dork."

"Your dork, in writing Sweets. Till death do us part-" He wiggles his ring finger in your face, unaware of his doubleganger trying to climb up your legs.

"And ickness!" Teddy yells next to Steve by the bed, frustrated.

"Ickness?! Oh no!" Steve picks up his son, shaking him into another fit of giggles. As he slams the toddler down on your cover legs, Teddy pleads for aid versus Steve. And you comply unable to resist his Harrington born charm. Pulling at Steve's shirt, pretending to go back for more kisses. You give him one on his cheek as an apology before you trap his arm under your body.

"Come 'ere Teddy, cuddle pile on Daddy." Teddy doesn't hesitate flinging himself of Steve's chest knowing he'll catch him regardless.

"Ugh! You. Are so heavy, can't stay up!" Steve plays dead, falling in his arm chair while Teddy slides down his body. Waltzing Jumping with without Steve's support back over to you on the bed.

"Daddy perished." You burst out laugh with Steve, at your baby's seriousness.

"Who taught you that word?" You ask through laughs

"Uncle Dusty, said died wasn't good. Perish is metal." He responds with an almost perfect rock and roll head bang.

"Jesus Christ-" You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose,

"Speaking of Uncle Dusty, I think he's gonna be at bedtime tonight." Steve's head jumps up from it's place resting on the chair.

"Really?! He doing the puppet show!" Teddy's eyes nearly burst out of his skull in excitement

"I do the puppet show too!" Steve fiends offense

"But Dusty does voices, Daddy." Teddy whines

"I've never been more offended by a preschooler!" Steve holds his chest, pretending to sob.

"Get the phone for Mommy baby, we're gonna call Auntie Robin and Uncle Dusty for bedtime stories."

"Yes!" he jumps of the bed, making your heart leap out of your chest.

You dialed the house, phoneline picked up by Joyce as Robin and Dustin argued in the background. Asking for Robs to pick up her nephew. She stayed an hour, taking the car seat in her tiny car. Promising Steve to call you both before bedtime. When he came back to the room, Steve slumped back into the arm chair he'd dozed off in several times within the past hour.

"Stevie Baby, if you keep nodding off your head will pop off like a bottlecap."

" 'M sorry. Just a lot going on up there."

"That's no good." You giggled holding Teddy's Winnie the Pooh stuffy in your arms. You cried when he left it with you, wanting him to keep you company until he saw you after preschool tomorrow.

“Hmm." He stood up, pacing the foot of your bed. Unraveling a blanket laying it over you, before taking the smaller one for himself. After a few minutes he try's to dose off again, only to pop he's head back up and grip the arm rests. As he looks at you on the bed with unease.

"Steve, talk to me. Please." You press moving the blankets off your lap in mild frustration. Not directed at him yet his face crumples in a wince all the same.

"I was really scared, Y/N. I’ve never been that scared before, ever. I just-… Jesus.” He rubbed at his eyes again, slumping into the armchair. Scratching at his scalp,

“Steve.” Swinging your feet of the bed, leaning forward to halt his movements. Weaving your fingers in his, his lips pressed to your knuckles.

“I can't do this without you, I couldn't help you-I was helpless. Max, she. She was like a sister to me and when she passed away..." His seeming composure broke then, like the last crack in a dam. Letting the water roam freely, he shook with the waves. You stood up holding him against you, his tears dampening the fabric you wore. "I was lost for a long time. Then Eddie too, with all that blood and you so scared. I can't fucking imagine... Fuck Y/N-”

"Steve..." You kissed the crown of his head, the selfish misunderstood boy King was long gone. Stomped out by his father, Russian Soldiers, a multi-dimensional power, and finally himself. When he'd look in the mirror he fought a broke until there was no longer a empty shell of a person who couldn't sleep with his window open anymore. He filled his life with those he cared for, became strong for them. He craved their presence, the good and the bad. Then he found you, you were his future a dream he now craved. You made his love for you a reality with your son. Healed him to be the man he never thought possible, kisses his scars in the dark and still loved them full-heartedly in the daylight. Proud of his name, proud of the person he was and always could be. The guilt of his love hurting, his love hurting you. Was unfathomable, but you were here. Holding him through it, even if it caused you pain you didn't show him. You were there. You were still here with him and he's breathing evened out. Nose buried into your ribs as he held your tummy to his chest. Underneath the nauseating clean hospital smell, the iron and baby wipes. You smelled like you, the very base smell of your whole being was there.

"Stevie?" Your hands carded through his hair at the base of his neck, his nose nuzzled twice into your skin until he inhaled deeply.

"Yes?" yawning through the question, eyes finding yours above him. His chin resting on your sternum, one eye winking when his neck popped at the stretch.

“I’m here, I can’t go anywhere. You could just rest your eyes for a bit." You squeezed his cheeks in your palms, making his nose scrunch in a pout. "Maybe even use the shower to relax your body. Or just come back over here,” You tugged him with you as you shifted back in the bed, leaving room for him to lay back next to you. He inclined his head to you succumbing to your plea, relieved that you could finally rest together. Laying on his side next to you, this time immediately closing his eyes and holding your hand to his chest. Rubbing his index finger over your wedding ring to sooth himself to sleep. You were still slightly upright so he nuzzled into your shoulder as his pillow source. His hair tickled your bare neck when he shifted closer.

“I love you so much, thank you.” whispering to him after his breathing deepened. Sleep came to you shortly. It felt like minutes when you were woken up for your next walk. Nearly knocking Steve unconscious so he would stay and rest. The comforting Nurse from the night before returning, confident they would release you late in the morning. There were some other issues that worried them you'd come back for checkups after discharge but you were doing well. Moving alone but assistance was recommended for strenuous activities like lifting. Six weeks starting for any very strenuous ones, like it was even a consideration presently. Despite how much you loved your husband, and loved loving him. It was just past 7 when you returned to the room, Steve gone from the bed. Knocking on the bathroom door after the nurse left, the sound of water running behind it with heat radiating from the frame.

“Yeah one second,” A squeak turned it off and there was rustling before Steve cracked the door open, a towel draped around his waist just below his V-line of his pelvis. “Hey you're not supposed to be up without someone around.” He opened the door the rest of the way revealing his whole chest and arms. Water still clung to his hair, all of his hair, it took everything in you not to look down past his pecs. The trail of dark hair shading his soft tummy begging you to run your hands along it.

“Um earth to Y/N?” ‘How has his towel not fallen, shit he’s talking to me’ He waved his hand in front of your face, the other still holding the door.

“Sorry, I’m out of it I got back from walking. So I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” You lied, still tracing the water droplets cascading along his skin.

“Yes, I’m feeling much more like myself. If you want to sit on the toilet, I could help you wash your hair after I get dressed?” you contemplated his offer, it sounded so wonderful. You still reeked of grease from your shift the day before yesterday, along with something metallic and sterile soap from your gown.

“Yeah… Please?” You felt ashamed, ears flush at the intimacy. The guilt filed in soon after. Having him worry so much, wasn't he just as burdened with emotion as you were.

“Okay sit I’ll be right back,” You put on a smile, be strong for him if no one else. He came back into the bathroom in loose sweatpants without a shirt, your eyes went wide again. “See anything you like?” He started doing ridiculous poses in the doorway to make you laugh.

"You are so corny!" You laughed, throwing a hand towel at him.

"Hey, you were totally checking me out. I still got it, bab-, Shit soap!” He skipped back out into the main room. There was a rustle of items before he appeared again with a toiletry bag. Joyce had packed for the two of you. A frown etched its way back along your face as your eyes burned with unshed tears. He filled a small tub with warm water, looking around he found a clean cup to use. He hummed a Depeche Mode song as he went.

“Steve.” You hiccupped, hands shaking in your lap finger wringing together.

“Yeah?” He asked without looking, head rocking with music only he could hear. His head whipped around when he heard you sniffle when his eyes meet yours his face fell, devastated.

"I'm sorry." You croaked out before he could ask. Tears flooding from your eyes, creating a puddle on your collar.

' I'm so sorry Steve. I don't know what's wrong with me." You gasped out through shaking sobs, clinging to him when he dropped to hold you. Torso cradled between your thighs,

' Maybe if we had gotten here sooner like you said, she-." Steve's breath stuttered, the air around you tightened as you remember being so excited. For her.

' We would've been okay. I didn't listen, this is all my fault." You shake, pulling away from him, clutching at your thighs with clammy hands. Steve brushed the hair out of your face, thumbs wiping your tears as he observed you. You were panicking, hyperventilating enough that your face and chest blushed red.

"Breathe, my love. Breathe, in-and-out." His hands moved up and down your arms, squeezing at your biceps to the tips of your fingers. "Let it all out, I got you. 'M here." He exaggerated his breaths until yours were more controlled, "I love you. We'll be okay, just like you said. One thing at a time. Remember, we still have a healthy baby waiting for us at home. Yeah? And I will always be here, we got this."

"What-what if I can't, Steve?"

"You can do anything, baby. I've seen it. This might be too soon but you made Jesus's miracle of parting the red sea look like horse play." He wiped your eyes again, everything was starting to clear again. Now you could see the tears streaming down his face, the smile didn't reach the honey of his sunken eyes.

"What if this was it? What if I can't have more babies. Our dream of a big family can't happen... Because of me?" You said with a dark edge, it was your fear since Dr. Kerr first saw you while pregnant with Teddy. Steve chortled, a quiet suppressed laugh as he pinched his nose and sniffed the remaining tears away.

"Then we'll adopt or do that other stuff like Dr. Kerr said. Hey, look at me." Steve squished your cheeks, thumbs running along your cheekbones. "I would rather selfishly keep you all to myself. Edmund can buy his time." You sniffled quickly, sharp enough it could be mistaken for a laugh.

"This is all temporary, Sweets. It's okay for us to be sad."

"Okay." You exhaled,

"I love you so unexplainably much. I love Edmund so unconditionally it physically hurts." He brought a fist to his chest, taking a deep breath with closed eyes. "We loved this baby so much, she just wasn't ready yet. And that's okay, I'll love and remember everything I learned from her."

"And what's that?"

"That I would rather go through this heartbreak 100 times a day, then ever-ever loose you. I want to take away all your pain and suffering for myself. Give me all of it, I can take it. As long as you're still here with me."

"I love you."

"I love you most."

"Not possible."

"Alright come on, Mama's, this linoleum is not forgiving on my working man knees. Turn back around and let me make you feel better."

"Is that a threat or promise?" You giggled, palms wiping at the hollow of your eyes.

"You know exactly what these hands are capable of Sweets." Steve said with a salacious grin and wiggle of his fingers, his gold wedding band glimmering under the florescent light. He washed your hair with immense care, taking the time to massage and scrub at the scalp.

"Hmm, thank you." You said after he helped wring it mostly dry. He pressed a warm kiss to your wet forehead, "Steve?"

"Yeah?" His eyebrows shot up as he hovered over you, standing abruptly. Holding one of your elbows with an open palm,

"Moses parted the red sea, not Jesus." You commented, and Steve belly laughed hard enough for you to crack another smile.

"See, I can't live without ya! There's not much underneath my perfect quaffed hair."

He gave you the privacy to freshen up other areas, but when stepping out he was half laying on the bed. With his feet still on the ground, eyes closed. You made it over to the chair before getting a little woozy, Joyce had packed a ton of options but there was no way you were getting these on by yourself. Steve’s watch went off and he immediately jumped up, putting on the shirt that was in his hands. Crossing the room stopping at the bathroom knocking. He hadn’t looked at the chair until he opened the door and looked around to find the small stall empty.

“Jesus why didn’t you call for me?”

“Was feeling rebellious, also you passed the hell out and if I don’t have too, there’s no need for me to wake you.” you twist a little bit too much adjusting yourself in the chair, causing you to moan in pain clutching your sides. 

“Hey careful,” Steve walks over to you and squatting in front of you, “tell me how to help.”

“I want to change into big girl clothes, I’d feel weird if the kids came by and saw my ass out still in the hospital gown.” You griped,

"I wouldn't mind in the slightest."

"Steve-"

"So I should stick to granny panties? Throw all the others away?" You challenged playful smirk on your lips, the smile finally met his eyes after a day of tears the brown shown with happiness. Warming through his heart, you pressed your hand to hold onto that pulse. It soothed your woes and added kindling to the hearth in your heart. When he pulled you from the chair, you felt weightless, oozing with molten love for your family. Everything would be okay.

"What? I can admire my beautiful wife in a diaper and nothing else." He scoffed offended holding your hand to his chest.

"Pfft honestly, who needs underwear? We're living in the 90s, baby!" Steve held you through the giggles. He would never leave your arms again if you let him.

Masterlist

Steve Harrington

Part one

[lostfirefly]

Bugust. Day 19. "Is this for me?" Buggy x OC (I'm sorry, I love writing about them)

“You all piss me off sometimes, honestly!” Buggy sat on a pista with his head in his hands.

“Captain. There's a courier waiting for you.” Cabaji sat down next to him, muttered softly.

“What courier?”

“Outside your office.”

“What a fucking day! It's all wrong!! Spotlight was late, you completely missed my entrance. Five fucking times! This is a rehearsal but everything must be perfect!! Fine!" Buggy clapped his hands. "It's an hour break. I need a break from you all. I'm surrounded by a bunch of idiots.” Grumbling to himself, he strode to his office.

"So where's the fucking delivery guy?" Buggy looked around. "Fuck him too. All right, I'll at least rest for an hour. Need a nap. Oh, and I'll send a picture of Richie to cot---" He opened the door to the office. "Cotton candy? What are you doing here?"

"Hi!" Catherine sat cross-legged on the couch and waved at him.

"Cathie-pie.. Seriously?" Buggy pointed at her clothes. "You have a picture of a whale playing drums on your t-shirt?"

"Don't laugh at my clothes, jerk! I love this whale. He looks like a true rock star."

"You've been coming in here more often, haven't you?" Buggy grinned and sat down next to her on the couch. "How long have you been here?"

"I don't know, about twenty minutes. Oh, saw a guy in a cap, he brought you some papers. And I carefully put them on the table, but I didn't touch anything, don't worry. And decided to wait for you a little. But I was about to leave but see! Here you are!" Catherine squealed and hugged Buggy around the neck and kissed him on the cheek several times. "Hi-i-i!! I was just passing by." Smack. "And thought I'd drop off a present for you." Smack. Smack. Smack.

"A present?" Buggy tried to dodge her kisses. "Geez! Stop doing this, woman!!"

"I want and I kiss you!" Smack. "Yes, the gift. Here!" Catherine held out a small box to him.

"You're all covered in my makeup now." Buggy gave Catherine tissues and opened the lid. "What is this?"

"Oh," Catherine wiped her lips. "I ordered you some new gloves. When I threw the things in the wash a few weeks ago, I noticed your old gloves were already a little frayed. And since your girlfriend is not a very good seamstress, I went to the best sewing atelier in all of Cairo and a lovely sweet girl, you'd like her by the way, made you new gloves."

“Why would I like her?”

"I don't know." Catherine shrugged. "She was pretty and from the conversation, I understood she can sew, cook, keep the house in order. Well.. I'm not really good at any of those things she mentioned." She rested her chin on Buggy's shoulder. "Maybe somewhere in a parallel universe you are together, who knows."

"My personal advice, talk less to people, Cathie-pie. I don't give a shit that you can't sew, and you're not a super cook. Although I do love what you cook for me. And.. And you're the.. the.. the most beautiful girl in the world." Buggy blushed. "At least in this universe."

Catherine laughed, squealed and kissed him on his nose.

"Fuuuck, Catherine!! Stop it!!" Buggy took the new gloves out of the box and examined them. "So.. Did you go to the atelier and order these special for me? Is this gift for me?"

"Of course! I can't let my Buggy Bear performing in ragged gloves. Your fangirls wouldn't understand such a thing."

"I don't have fangirls, stop mocking me, little shit!"

"No, you have! I saw them!" Catherine took one glove in her hand. "Try them on, please! I want to make sure I got the size right."

Buggy shrugged, put the glove on, and clenched and unclenched his fist a few times. "Perfect."

"Great!" Smack. "Oh, I also brought sandwiches." Catherine pulled a lunch box out of her bag. "I remember you took a couple this morning, but I decided to bring you some more."

"Do you remember how the sandwiches ended up last time?" Buggy giggled idiotically. "Need I remind you? It was here on the couch." He started imitating her. "Oh, yes, Buggy. More, Buggy. Damn! I will remember that day for the rest of my life."

Catherine punched him in his shoulder. "Fuck you, honestly. First, speak more quietly, someone might hear. Second, your office is banned again." Catherine opened the box and gave him a salmon sandwich.

"We'll see, Cathie-pie." Buggy grinned and winked at her. "Yes! With salmon!"

"I hate you and your natural charm." Catherine narrowed her eyes. "I don’t understand at all how you conquered me after you wanted to leave me in the desert."

"Fuck!! I didn't leave you!!"

He sniffed the food and took a bite.

"Tasty?" Catherine asked, stroking his hair.

"So fucking good."

"You know, when my dad wasn't on business trips, my mom always left the bakery on her lunch break to bring him lunch to work. They'd go out to the park near his office, and there was a bench under a lilac tree. They would sit there for an hour, talking about everything. One time, when I studied at university, I passed by that park and saw them on the bench. Dad was holding mom's hand, eating rice with his other free hand. But you know, I'll never forget the way dad looked at mom. They had been married for over twenty years, and he looked at her as if he had just fallen in love with her. I thought at the time how happy they were. And when my dad went on business trips, he always came home with lilacs and my mom met him with pecan pie. We always knew that if Mom baked it, it meant Dad was about to arrive. You'd love her pie. It was soft, spicy and smelled like home." Catherine exhaled and put a turkey sandwich in Buggy's hands. "So, when my dad came back he always kissed mom on her cheek and she stroked his back. After dinner, dad would sit on the couch, mom would sit next to him, pour him cocoa, and he would tell her how his trip went. Yeah, they'd fight sometimes, but then dad would pull some stupid romantic crap…"

"Like what?" Buggy asked, with a mouthful of food.

"Chew than talk." Catherine laughed and kissed him on his cheek. "One time they had a big fight and mom didn't talk to him for three or four days. So my dad climbed in their bedroom window, dressed up in the clothes he met her in. By then, dad had gotten a little fat and his jacket didn't fit him very well. Imagine this." Catherine started laughing. "My well-fed dad crawling down the wall into his own bedroom with a jacket that barely buttoned up on him and lilacs in his teeth. My mom laughed for a long time afterward, but forgave him right away. She loved my dad very much. Like I love you." Catherine put both arms around his neck and kissed his cheek a few times. "Love, love, love you so-o-o much." Smack. "Okay, I think I should go, you're busy, and I don't want to distract you. I'll leave you sandwiches and go on my walk. I wanted to go to the library and dig through some books, remembering the depressing time I had working there." Smack. "I'll be waiting for you at home with pizza." Catherine was about to get up.

"Well, actually. We're on break for an hour." Buggy cleared his throat. "Can you... Can you stay?"

"Are you sure? I'm not gonna bother you?"

"How can you bother me?" He shrugged.

"Okay. Then let me make us some coffee." Catherine got up off the couch and ran over to the coffee machine. "But take note, clown! We only drink coffee and eat, okay? Because I know you and your naughty hands!"

"But you never complain!"

"Buggy!" Catherine crossed her arms.

"Fine." Buggy took a bite of the sandwich. "Cathie-pie…"

"What, my blue-haired love?" Catherine looked over her shoulder at him as she placed her cup on the coffee maker.

"Tell me more about your parents."

[storiitells]

Nekoma's Manager Jackpot

An episodic Haikyuu Series by Storii Tells

Pairing: Kuroo X Oc (Kylie White)

Warnings: None

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- Training Camp -

A mysterious bus drove through the streets of Tokyo. It was a very run-down one and barely holding together with pure hope and prayers. Once the bus stopped at its destination, a few black dressed persons exited the vehicle. Everyone was carrying a pair of training bags. One person already waited for them to arrive and smiled at them as the captain of the black dressed group came over. "Nice to be back again" said the arriver, "Nice to have you here again" said his counterpart. The two captains grinned at each other, one more determined to beat them than the other.

"Anyway, let's head to the gym, the others are waiting."

The hole group followed the other team's captain. Here and there you could hear a certain tangerine whoaing about the enormous campus. As they all arrived at the gym door, Nekomas Captain opened it and walked inside, where all kind of different teams were playing against each other. The two shortest of the crows team were upfront and were about to enter as a female voice, clearing her voice, interrupted them. They all looked back and saw a foreign girl. Long blonde hair with shining green eyes, in the Nekomas school uniform.

"May I enter?" She asked them friendly, and the Karasuno team stepped aside for her. Hinata, Tanaka and Nishinoya couldn't take their eyes off of her. As she walked along them, a small breeze passed them and they could smell flowers with a hint of vanilla. She was drop-dead gorgeous, but what was she doing here?

As soon as she entered the gym, one voice was clear as water. Nekomas Captain, "Why are you still wearing the school uniform!" The shoulders of the girl slouch down, "Geez I just got here, Tetsu"

The three curious crows got even more irritated as the gorgeous girl were talking to the captain at first name basis. "Go change now!" One other member of Nekoma noticed the girls' arrival. He waved and yelled, "Hi, Kylie-san!" The girl immediately smiled, waved and yelled back "Hi, Taketora!" And after it went back to go change.

Nishinoya and Tanaka glared after her as everyone went inside. Their Nekoma friend noticed and went to them, grinning like a champion.

Tanaka saw Yamamoto and clung onto his clothes, "Who is she? And why is she here?... Don't tell me-"

"Oh yes, we do. We have a manager now. And she's the best" Nishinoya jumped in on them with stars in his eyes, "But she's not from Japan, right?"

"You're right Yuu" Yamamoto started but got interrupted

"I'm from England and I'm in Japan as an exchange student for a year" The two crows immediately turned around and saw non-other than the girl wearing a red tracksuit. The pants fitted her, but the jacked seems to be a lot bigger on her, maybe because they hadn't had any other size. They could not respond to her, they were too much in their head swooning around the fact that she talked to them. As she could see the starstruck faces on them, she immediately knew who she just spoke to, "You two must be Tanaka and Nishinoya. Taketora told me about you. It's nice to meet you two in person and I hope we have fun this week. My name's White Kylie but call me Kylie" and she smiled at them. As she was about to open her mouth again, a certain captain spoke up. "Kylie, don't talk to them. Come over, we need your help!" The girl looked right past the boys "Yeah, I'm coming" then she glances back "I have to leave. Can't wait to see you play" she bowed a little and hushed over to the rooster head. As the two Karasuno boys glanced after her, they noticed that Kuroos name was written on the back of the jacket. "Wait a minute" Noya whispered, "why is she wearing the captain's jacked"

Yamamoto laughed a bit, turned around and also looked at Kylie, "Funny you ask" He was about to answer but stopped as soon as he saw that Kylie was besides Kuroo already. She but her hand in the large pockets and swung around, saying something to the capitan while grinning. In the next second, Kuroo tried to grab her neck, thou failed miserably. She began to laugh at him. The bed head tried it again and succeeded. He pulled off his jacket from her, only for it to land on the bench. But at the end, both of them laughed while Kuroo was giving her the notes.

Yamamoto only laughed at them and returned to his spot. He for sure has got the manager jackpot. Sure, Karasuno had two beautiful girls, one shyer as the other, but Nekoma had a beautiful English girl, who's giving her best to help everyone in the team. And the best thing, she's not shying away to have fun with them. Hope clearly was there for Noya and Tanaka to once be close to girl's too.

The training continued, and with every minute that ticked by, the more curious everyone in Karasuno got about this new manager of Nekoma. Over the time, they figured she's more like a mother than a manager. If anyone's got off the field, she would be there with a water bottle. If someone's got slightly hurt, the next second they left the fight, she would be there to check it or even tape it up. Also encouraging them to keep up a good spirit and giving them the brightest smile straight out of heaven. Many teams they played against wished to receive a smile from her and those who did claim to can now die at peace.

After all those years in where Nekoma was envy of other schools for their manager, they now have the best manager in all of them. The best always comes last.

The day passed by and the sun began to sink to the ground. Many teams stopped playing for today and took a well deserved rest. Others still stayed behind to trained themselves individually. As it is, with two idiots and a tired Akaashi. As always. They played a bit before two new people entered the gym. Hinata and Kageyama. They joined them for the late training and tried to learn even more for two hours. After these two hours, someone unexpected knocked against the open door. All 5 boys looked over to the entrance where they saw a short blonde foreign girl. The crows could only stare, while Bokuto was the first one running to and scooping her up into the air. "Kaychan, it's nice seeing you again, Kuroo always keeps me away from you" Kaylie had grabbed onto the Ace's shoulders to stabilize herself "Bokuto-san you surprised me, long time no see"

The owl let immediately let down the cat manager again, "What are you doing here, Kylie?" Kuroo asked the girl with crossed Arms. "Oh just looking" She leans against the door frame "Curious what you're all doing at this ungodly hour and-" She couldn't continue her words as a lanky Russian entered the gym yelling "Can I join you" he was about to jump in, but Kylie could catch the wildcat at the collar. His lungs shortly got rid of all air with a yelp before he landed on his butt, "You're not going anywhere tonight, Lev. It's late. Get some rest. Or I call Yaku"

"But I haven't-"

Kylie only needed to get out her phone and Lev stood up while nearly crying, "Please don't call him, he makes me do a hundred dives again"

As she put back her phone, Lev sighed in relief and actually left back to the building the stayed at.

"By the way, that's counting for the all of you. Go clean up. Or you miss bath time!"

Kylie left the Gym again as quick as she entered it. Everyone was blankly standing around before Hinata calls out "Nekoma's manager really got you all on a short leash" You could clearly hear the smile on his lips. Akaashi was the first to follow her order and picked up the balls, "Let's clean up. I want to at least shower"

"Yeah right" Kuroo agreed the pretty setter "Don't want her coming back"

"What happens when she's coming back" asked Hinata and all Akaashi explained was "You don't want to know"

Back to Nekoma's Manager. She just arrived back at where the others are and Kenma was the first to spot her. "Are they cleaning up finally" He sat in a small seating area with Kai and Yaku, surly playing something on his phone, "I don't know. But at least two of them know what happens if they don't" She then sat down at the last spot on an armchair. Yaku laughed, remembering the time when Lev didn't listen to her and stayed late after practice.

She had only found out about it because Kuroo had made a late night jog but ended up at school. Of course, he called the manager to let her know Lev's still awake. It hadn't taken her a second to wake up and cycle her way to school. Even Kuroo was surprised how fast she got to school. She wasted no time and still had her messy bed hair. She stomped into the gym and first kicked Lev to make him fall down on his knees and then slapped his back head. She yelled at him while shaking him at his collar. Furthermore, she still helped to clean up with Kuroo but promised the tall gray haired idiot, the next time she would just watch him while he would clean up all by himself for the next week.

The next day, Lev was feeling the consequences. Tired, worn out and Kylie still had no sympathy left for his misery. He definitely learned his lesson.

The 4 of them laughed bout it as Yaku mentioned it again. Kylie glanced at her phone to know what time it is and in the exact same moment the volleyball idiots entered the building "You're late" she claimed "Bath already closed, you took too long" While the others looked devastated. Akaashi was the only one to speak up, "I told you to hurry up" and he sighed, but spotted that Kylie was slightly smiling and knew what would happen now.

"I may have talked with the janitor" She claimed and all idiots looked at her with stars in their eyes, "he leaves them open for a few extra minutes" Bokuto was the first to thank her in his extreme ways, joined by Hinata. Kageyama only bowed to her while kuroo smiled relieved.

"But get going now. Do you even know how embarrassing it was to plead for you guys? Next time you can suffer in sleep with the stink of yours"

All 5 immediately headed to the bathrooms after hearing her threat. Yaku and Kai were holding back a laugh during the situation, and only let it out as they all were gone. After a few seconds, Kylie also joined them.

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Helloooo! I love your HC/PG series! I wanted to talk about a specific detail I noticed. I absolutely love how each and every one of them want to worship her cooch. I can feel through the screen that it's more than just lust for them, you know? While I'm reading, I can feel that her body is more than just flesh to them, it is quite literally the shell of the most beautiful thing they have ever laid eyes on. They don't see her as an object, but they do put her on this pedestal where they view her as some sort of entity instead of a person. They're demons but to them, she's a goddess. Her cooch is like some sort of divine thing that they have to pleasure the way Catholics have to take communion. That's literally the only way I can describe it. Keep in mind, these are just the words that come to my head when I think of their devotion towards OC! I do not get any actual religious tones from your work! It's so true when they say that she does not have the slightest IDEA of what she does to them. She genuinely does not. I think no matter how much she grows to love them, she will n e v e r love them the way they love her. I cannot imagine her getting hungry for their dicks and become almost feral the way they do when they get a whiff of her cooch juice. She will make love to them and make sure their needs are met because she cares for them, but...I don't think she sees pleasuring them as some sort of calling or duty. Which...tbh...makes the story so much better? LMAO Like geez...I just love the way you describe their attraction/lust/love towards her because I GET IT. I love it so much. You are such an amazing writer and I cannot wait for you to show us what else you have in store for us!

Omg, first of all sorry for taking forever to respond to this, Anon. Things have just been a bit crazy busy lately for me!

Thank you so much!!! Lmaoo, yeah, it's mainly just how I usually write my characters - crazy in every single way for the OC, but especially them. It definitely stems from the devotion aspects, but also just my need to write characters that blur the line between love and lust. OC is definitely capable of going feral for them, just as they do for her, but she doesn't have that added component of waiting as long as they did so their lust festered. Also, just pussy drunk characters are some of my favourites to write, especially smut wise. It's really fun to play with the 'my partner's pleasure brings ME pleasure' angle, too.

Love me some desperate, lustful demon kings, so I'm glad you do, too! Hehehehe

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Leah!! Shatter me was awesome! I loved it, when I saw the 28k wc i became all giddy and everything 🤪 I loved how you presented every character and idk they seemed to fit their roll so well? You've got an amazing talent there it kept me thoroughly hooked up!🤩

And jk caring abt oc had me kicking my feet every now and then. I just don't understand how jiyoon could do this to him! He's such a pure soul 🥺 even if he got what he deserved at the end my heart still hurts for him when she you know shattered him.

And oc was so kind and accepting to all. Especially when she was handed that stupid plan, it was heart breaking 🤧 I can't imagine how hard it must be for the women who go through this in the real life, fck giving up an infant just like that, it must be so difficult for them😞 I don't think their paychecks can even suffice the entire connection which they've established with the young one, I saw this documentary on surrogate women, it showed the whole process of surrogacy and geez when the clients are from an entire different country, it must be so hard giving up the child who she'll probably never meet😭🤧

You're so sweet, Anon 💜 I'm glad I could bring you something you've enjoyed :D

To be honest, I've had this story in my ideas folder for quite some time now and have been constantly on the fence about whether or not I was going to write it (Thankfully, I signed up for the Daddy's Home Fest and talked myself into biting the bullet, more or less) because it does deal with such sensitive and delicate topics. I won't shy away from heavy subjects, and I've written some pretty intense things, but I knew this would be a bit different regardless. I have family that have gone through similar situations but even that felt not quite enough. So, I spent a lot of time researching and reading as much as I possibly could so I could try and handle it with the care it needs and deserves.

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Losing Game [Antoine Griezmann x fem!OC] (Chap. IV)

Requested: No​

Pairing: Antoine Griezmann x OC!Gabrielle Darian; more to be added.

Warnings: English is not my first language!

Wordcount: 2.8K+

A/N: Thank you for reading! GIF IS NOT MINE. Enjoy!

Previous chapter

“I’m so tired,” Louisa sighed weakly. “You?”

“A bit,” I answered.

“You nailed it, girl. Really. Forget about what your mother said, I only heard positive stuff about the gala.”

We entered in the living room, and sat in front of the TV for five minutes.

“Plus,” she teased, “you even got yourself an admirer.”

“Who?”

“Emilien. You know, the guy with blond hair. I asked our friend Google, his last name is Beaufort and he plays in Italy.”

“We barely talked,” I retorted.

“Touché. But trust me, girl, he couldn’t stop looking at you for the whole night!”

“Good for him.”

“You’re harsh, he’s actually good looking. Or maybe you prefer Mbappe?”

“He’s very kind,” I admitted, putting my hair down and raising my shoulders.

“Griezmann, then?”

“What?”

I turned to her. Did she see us talking? Did she see him put his face closer to mine?

“Well, I saw you talking to him,” she reminded me. “Right after that, I was talking to Varane when Lloris arrived and asked where Griezmann was.”

“He’s very nice,” I answered innocently. “Like the others.”

“Oh yes, Lloris and Varane were very nice. Kante too, a real sweetheart.”

“Good, ‘cause Kylian invited us to the match tomorrow. And I said yes.”

She gave me a confused look. Oh God, don’t tell me she doesn’t want to go?”

“I thought you would accept, since…Crap, was it wrong of me?!”

I barely finished talking that she jumps towards me and shakes my arm.

“Yeeees!! I can’t wait, oh my God! Oh geez, we’re gonna need jerseys! Whose jersey will you choose?”

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The morning after, some kind of messenger comes knock at our door to give us the tickets for the match, plus two bouquets of flowers and a pretty little blue cloth bag with two yellow bracelets inside. Louisa’s bouquet doesn’t have a note, but mine has, with a message from Kylian.

“Promises are made to be kept 😊

I hope you’ll have a good time at the Stadium.

Maybe we can grab a coffee some time?

See you tonight,

K.

PS: If you don’t mind coming in the locker-room after the match, the guys would like to meet you.”

“Ooooh,” Louisa said after reading the note behind my shoulder. “He’s so into you!”

“Stop it,” I said putting down the note. “He’s just being polite.”

Louisa and I both were free this morning and she thought of it at the opportunity to bring me to “urgent” shopping. Thank God, we quickly find a sport shop that sells the Bleus’ jerseys. Louisa, incapable of making a choice, takes a jersey that doesn’t have a name or number on it, and I’m about to do the same when I see Antoine’s jersey. Without hesitation, I take one and we go to the till. After one hour and a half of shopping, we finally head home. After lunch, I go to work and work on last night’s gala. I’m home at 6 pm, and Louisa is waiting for me excitedly. After studying, we have a quick diner, we prepare ourselves, put our jerseys on, and it’s already time to go. Louisa talks makes her prognostics for the whole ride, and her good mood is just contagious. We arrive at the stadium, where people are already coming in. We walk to our seats, and we see that we have a great view. People arrive around us, and we patiently wait for the game while talking joyfully – we you can call me repeating “I’m telling you he’s just being polite!” and Louisa, stubborn as hell, insisting “I’m telling you he’s into you!” a discussion. The game finally begins, and the two teams comes in. I sing the national anthem with all the supporters, and the match officially begins.

After a few minutes, N’Golo Kanté shoots but the Italian goalkeeper stops it with a jump on the left. Barely a few minutes later, Benjamin Pavard raises the ball, which find Kylian, standing on the very left of the Italian goal. He shoots but the ball arrives in the keeper’s legs, who jumped on the ground. But the ball slips through his fingers, and Samuel Umtiti takes his chance: he shoots and finds the soccer goal. The French supporters scream of joy, and Louisa and I join them in their celebration, jumping and screaming with them. Later on, an Italian player makes on fool on Lucas Hernandez, which outrages the supporters of the Bleus. The player raises his hands, yells that he’s innocent, but the referee is not stupid and decide on a penalty for us. We see the French team consult each other, and Emilien, who I first recognize from his blond hair, seems more that determined to shoot it, and even walks to Didier Deschamps. But it’s eventually Antoine that takes the responsibility. Everything stands silent for a few seconds, then Antoine aims at the goal’s right, and even if the keeper jumps in the right direction he cannot stop it. French supporters rise with joy again, French flags are being waved, and Louisa and I hug each other. Jeez, I think I just found myself a new passion. Less than twenty minutes later, Griezmann does it again, scoring with an assist from Ousmane Dembélé. A few minutes later, the Italian team get a free kick, thankfully our keeper and captain stops it. But Italian captain Bonucci, without any hesitation, shoots out of a sudden and scores.

“Shit,” I say loudly.

Everyone around us is just upset as we are. Later, the referee uses his whistle: it’s half-time. Louisa leaves to get a snack, swearing she’ll be on a diet tomorrow, and comes back right on time for the referee to start the second half. A few minutes later, the Italian come close to score, but thank God Hugo Lloris stops it. He gives the ball to his teammates, and Ousmane finds it. He starts running like crazy, and the fans scream to cheer on him. He arrives to the Italian goal, and when a player from the other team come to take the ball, Ousmane fakes shooting the ball in the center but takes the ball back and shoots. The ball hits the cross-bar, and a disappointed whisper is heard among the Bleus’ fans. But suddenly, Emilien tackles an Italian player, starts running and shoots. This is it! The stadium makes its joy heard and Emilien celebrates for an entire minute. And I thought he was the calm kind…Later, Ousmane tries two time, and Florian tries once, but nothing works. The final whistle is heard and I clap with the other supporters.

“We need to go to the next matches!” I tell Louisa, raising from my seat. “Even if we must go to Siberia!”

She laughs and nods.

“Come, we’ll go see them.”

“We’re allowed to?” she asked, not entirely convinced.

“I don’t know, but Kylian said the team wanted to meet us.”

“I can’t wait to see his face when he’ll see you wearing a Griezmann shirt,” she smirks.

We get down the stairs, and walk towards a bald man who seems to part of the staff. I prepare myself to plead my case but he’s quicker than me, looking at the yellow bracelets that Kylian send us we on our wrists.

“Miss Darian and Miss Honorin, right?”

“Yes,” my best friend answers.

“Follow me, please.”

We follow him on the pitch and then in a corridor. Suddenly, Louisa stops to go to the bathroom.

“I must ask you to wait them, they’ll be here soon. This is for you,” he hands me a badge.

“Thank you.”

I take the “Visitor” badge and wear it like a necklace. He bids me good night and leaves. Now alone, I feel like I must stretch my legs, and starts walking around the room. I’ve walked six times past the “Staff” door when I hear a voice coming another large corridor.

“There’s nothing to discuss here. We took that decision all together.”

It’s Paul Pogba, and he sounds very serious. Suddenly too curious for my own good, I lean on the wall and listen.

“But it’s not fair, dude.”

I recognize Emilien’s voice immediately.

“You’ve been saying that since earlier, we get it. That’s why we changed our plan. So that’s Antoine that will take care of it, end of the discussion. He earned it. Hye, don’t give me that face, bro, you’re the one that had the idea!” he adds, raising his voice which becomes cold. 

I hear someone coming, and then another voice.

“Chill, guys.” Kylian says.

“Aren’t you fucking pissed off by all of this?” Emilien asks.

“Yes, on the idea,” Kylian confesses. “But Grizou was picked, and he will succeed. We saw it yesterday.”

The steps are coming closer and I run to the other side of the corridor, faking waiting. I turn around innocently, and see Kylian.

“Hi,” I smile. “Congrats, it was awesome.”

“Thanks a lot,” he says, smiling back at me.

“And thank you for the flowers and the card. It was adorable.”

“Oh I’m glad you liked them. I didn’t really know which flowers to pick, so Olivier helped me out.”

At this moment, Louisa comes back. Damn, she was falling down the toilet or something?

“Hi! Good match, huh?”

“Yeah, thanks.”

“I was thanking Kylian for the flowers,” I tell her.

“Oh right, it was really nice from you.”

“My pleasure. All ladies deserve flowers. The guys must be all fresh now, ready to come into the circus?”

He gives us a smile and invites us to follow him into the corridor which he came from moments ago.

We enter the locker room, and I quickly pray not to see any butt. Thankfully, like Kylian said, they’re all dressed up. They turn towards us as one and I feel my face becoming paler.

“Good evening, ladies,” Didier Deschamps say, shaking my hand. “How are you?”

He shakes Louisa’s hand, and his assistant, Guy Stephan, come to say hello too.

“Come on, boys, be polite,” he tells the team as a teacher.

They all come to greet us with the bise (NDA: for those who don’t know it’s the French way to say hello or goodbye, it’s like you and the other person kiss each other’s cheek). Antoine comes among the last ones, right after Emilien. When his lips touch my cheek I get a little shock, and by the way he steps back, I can see he got one too.

“Sorry,” I say.

“No, that’s on me.”

He looks at me and give me a small, shy smile and then Paul, who is standing behind him, gets impatient.

“Hey, bro, are you are gonna move your ass or what?”

Everyone laughs, and Blaise Matuidi comes to the striker’s defense.

“Leave him alone, he’s just saying hi.”

But Antoine steps aside to let his friend come forward, and I surprised by the feeling of disappointment it creates inside of me. But I do my best not to show it, and greets Paul and then Hugo Lloris.

“Where is Benji?” asks the Captain to the group.

“Still in the showers, I think”, Raphaël answers. “When I came back here he just had finished showering.”

“Come, we’ll go see him,” Hugo tells him. “Olive?”

Olivier Giroud nods, raises from his seat and follows his friends.

“Lovely meeting you,” Hugo tells me with a smile before leaving the room.

Olivier and Raphaël waves at me and leave after him.

“So, did you like the match?” Guy Stephan asks Louisa and me.

“Yeah, it was awesome,” Louisa answers.

“Yes, and congrats on your victory,” I add. “Continue like that and the World Cup is coming straight to you guys.”

“You’re too nice,” Deschamps says.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t talk to all of you last night,” I say. “I was…very busy.”

My eyes meet Antoine’s and I look at the ground.

“Nah, don’t worry,” Ousmane laughs. “We know Grizou and Kyky just couldn’t stop bothering you. They got no education whatsoever.”

“Bro, you’re the annoying one,” Kylian snaps, outraged. “Go sit your ass somewhere else. And you got no education, I swear to God-” 

Ousmane laughs again but doesn’t move. They all come to talk to us, ask questions and tell me they had a good time at the gala.

“It’s getting late,” I say, “We’re not gonna bothering you guys any longer.”

“What?” Louisa says, turning her head towards me.

“Oh, already?” says Samuel Umtiti, looking disappointed.

All around the room the guys look the same way. They look like kids, it’s cute.

“You can stay, there’s no problem, really” Steve Mandanda assures.

“It’s nice of you, maybe next time?” I say softly, grabbing Louisa’s arm.

“And Antoine who was so happy to see you again,” Paul teases.

“Well, he saw her, didn’t he?” Emilien snaps, his voice surprisingly cold. “And maybe the girls got things to do tomorrow, or maybe they work.”

“It’s true,” Louisa sighs.

“I’ll escort you two,” Antoine says.

I wave everyone goodbye, and we follow Antoine in the corridor we came in from, and until the stadium’s parking lot.

“Our number 7 is a true gentleman,” Louisa teases him.

“I wasn’t gonna let you walk alone in the night, he answers. “There might some psycho around here.”

“My car is right here,” I say, pointing at it. “Well, see you around.”

“See you two soon.”

Before I can breathe, he leans towards me, kisses my cheek and at the same time I feel a small paper in my hand. His lips are warm and his skin soft, and I feel a shiver through my body. He gives me a smile and walks away before I could think of the options I had. Pulling myself together, I grab my keys when I hear a voice in the night.

“Gabrielle?”

I raise my head and see Antoine, turned in our direction.

“Nice jersey.”

He gives me a grin and then walks towards the stadium, hands in his pockets. Louisa put hers on her hips and turns to me.

“Am I under an invisibly cloak or somethin’?”

“So, are you gonna send him a message or do I have to do it in your place?”

“Are you gonna leave me at some point or?” I snap. “Let me do my homework, I’ll think about it after.”

Louisa sighs, muttering some words I can’t understand, and goes inside our bathroom. Since we came back from the stadium last night, she won’t stop bugging me with Antoine and the message he put in my hand, were he wrote his phone number and two words: Call me. Of course I want to call him, but there’s no way I’m doing it now, otherwise he’s gonna get ideas. I finish my homework and send them to my teacher when Louisa comes back and sits on the couch. I let out a sigh and sits beside her.

“It’s not that I don’t want to call him,” I start. “But I call him as soon as the day after, he’s going to think I’m the type of girl who runs to him as soon as he calls me.”

Lou’ thinks for a minute and eventually nods.

“You ain’t wrong. But you can show him you’re not like that later. One advice, hun, call him this week, or he’ll think you’re not interested. And you are interested, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I am. But I only saw him twice.”

“But you two did talk at your gala, didn’t you?”

I never told Louisa what happened with Antoine at the gala – mostly because it’s probably me imagining things. I decide to do it now, and when I’m done telling her, she frowns.

“But I probably made it up in my mind,” I say quickly.

“Did you made you the fact that he leaned towards you and touched your hair?” she asks sarcastically with a smile.

“No,” I admit. “But the rest, yes.”

“Maybe you didn’t. If your mother hadn’t broke the charm, he probably would have given you one hell of a kiss,” she laughs.

“Not in front of everyone,” I retort. “When we’re not alone, he’s very different.”

“Because he’s with his friends,” she assures. “All dudes are like that. When you guys will know each other better and you’ll show him who’s in charge, I assure you his behavior will change.”

“Maybe.”

“But do try to see him before he and that click of his go to Russia for their business.”

She’s right. Once the team will be in Russia, it will be hard to…well, continue what hasn’t begun yet.”

“But I told Kylian I would go have a coffee with him,” I remind her. “What will he think if I see Antoine?”

“Oh it’s fine, it’s not like he asked you to marry him,” Louisa says, rolling her eyes. “He’ll get that you prefer Antoine. But if you really have a problem with that, I can handle the Kylian boy,” she adds with a teasing smile.

We both laugh but I know she’s half serious.

“But seriously, Gaby, don’t stress out,” she says seriously. “If something must happen between you and Griezmann, it will. If not, well it just won’t.”

I nod, knowing she’s right.

NEXT CHAPTER

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Knowing your partner well can potentially make writing together a lot easier

Name: Royal

Pronouns: She/they

Preference of communication: Discord since its more mobile friendly than tumblr IMs

Name of muse(s): Vi and Caitlyn Kiramman

Experience/how long (months/years?): Geez uhh I wanna say...less than a decade but more than 5 years. I did have breaks within those 5ish years though, different fandoms/lost muse/school were the primary reasons

Best experience: Just one? Hm well I'd probably just vaguely say some 1x1s on discord. At that time, I was writing OCs and most of them were wlw ships and ofc I'm a sucker for wlw content so yeah, being able to expand my own OCs and discover other people's was (is) really fun!

RP pet peeves/dealbreakers: It's not really a pet peeve or a deal breaker but one liners. Can't really work with them, I need a little meat to give something fun back haha. Also implementing major character changes into a thread/RP without discussing first, for example killing my muse or vice versa. I'd really love a heads up or if we talk about it first. Adding onto that but this is obvious, godmodding. Please don't control my muse to the point where I can't put in some action/help roll the thread/RP along for the both of us

Muse preference (fluff, angst or smut?): A N G S T! Forgive me my muses, but I am such a sucker for angst. Breaking them down is fun in such a twisted way but I love delving into all that drama, what makes muses tick, what makes them throw everything aside for one person/purpose

Plots or memes: Plots! Even if there is a vague discussion of what we wanna do, I love planning little details/background info for our muses/RP

Long or short replies: This one I actually had to think about as I love both. That being said, I'd probably prefer longer replies (from me or the other party) since every juicy detail is packed in and I can better envision what our muses are doing/going through. The emotion of our muses in a thread really comes out the longer it is, though of course I would never expect anybody to write to a certain degree

Best time to write: Night. I can't focus for most of the day so when everything is dark and I'm left alone with some good music, I can write for hours (and completely wreck my sleep schedule but shhh)

Are you like your muse(s): Somewhat. I'd like to think I am a nice mix of both Caitlyn and Vi. I sure as hell am not as smart as Caitlyn but I'd like to think I'm as analytical as she is. And for Vi, well...I'm a masc lesbian. That's all you need to know lmfao

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Tagging: @everybodysenemies, @tealsteel and anybody else that wants to!

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Red babbles about her TW.ST Yuu.

Sometimes I think about the moments where I was tempted to put my version of Yuu (actually named Brine) on here bc I need more oc presence. I built her up in TWST to be this orphan who dodged the questions of going home the best I could, so every time it was brought up she and Crowley were just doing this awkward "WELL GEEZ, THAT'S JUST TOO BAD" dance of not finding a way. She doesn't want to leave! She used to live in a cruddy little shack on the beach (thus why she's called 'Brine' - she smells strongly of the sea and made her way by doing odd jobs like cleaning up the waters & lighthouse and fishing). Living in Ramshackle and fixing is up is the DIY DREAM! She likes that it's weird and needs some fixing up. She likes having a home.

I hit almost every sarcastic option for her and made her charge head first into danger because she has anger issues out the wazoo and always chooses violence. But also, she pounced on overblot situations like an eager Ghostbuster because she's gained this dominating responsible sense of wanting to keep the peace level in the school. She's only known turbulence, she wants to keep the foundation stable.

When it comes to the dorm leaders...

Wow, did Brine and Riddle not get along in the beginning. After the overblot, they're on a tolerable, amicable level where she does rub him the wrong way but things don't get out of hand. They could, but the opportunity has not arose. She does not do well with authoritarianism.

Given Brine is very sea-oriented, one might expect that she and Azul get along swimmingly. Not quite. Azul tries to worm his way in, sensing she is a gal of the sea and considers it to be her home, but his smooth talk and business ethics just turn her the other way. She loves the lounge though, so she gives him props for that. She does, however, have a little bit of a soft spot for Octavinelle though, it's inevitable. It has a sense of familiarity comfort to it, and due to that, it allows leeway for those two to build upon.

She and Leona butted heads MASSIVELY and I swear they've come so close to blows, but with time, they just grew on each other like obnoxious sibling fungus. She punches and/or kicks him in passing and he does the same to her. Hitting with them is a form of affection. Definitely not a good idea to get between them when they really argue though, it gets pretty ugly since they both do not back down.

Brine and Malleus vibe wonderfully. Brine has insomnia and tends to stay up well into the AMs, leading to conversations that wile on for a good hour or so. He's come to know her the most out of all the students (outside of Grim) because of these late night chatters.

Before my iPad took a nosedive down the stairs with me and left me with no access to my gamefile from then on, I had just got into Scarabia. Brine and Kalim are chef's kiss, get along swimmingly -- though the dorm is way too dry for her to fully enjoy. The heat is much too intense! His all-welcoming flouncy personality and her roughish and socially inept self just mashed together beautifully. She will throw down for that boy SO hard. Her comfort with him is at max and she has been spotted just crashed out taking naps using his lap as a pillow.

Because I lost access, I did not really get to experience Vil and Idia. 💀 From the very, VERY basic knowledge I have of either, I really don't know if Vil would like Brine. I can see him wanting to chase her with a hairbrush because her hair always looks unruly and she has an unkempt look about her that might make his lip curl, and she would not be appreciative of that. Idia, meanwhile, I suspect might be a little skittish about her. He can probably sense this intense, pent-up stormy spirit she has and might be put off by it, but again, I don't know his character all too well.

I always visualized that after she graduates, Brine would end up becoming part of the staff as some sort of groundskeeper who keeps threat at bay. She loves to work with animals, especially mystical ones, so she might become something of a creature teacher (much to Crowley's relief /coughs).

I might actually add her to my blog way off into the future. I even had these little things prepared for when I would! Right now life is a little too chaotic, but she could be just a muse vibing in the background on the blog if anyone wanted to mess with a TW.ST au, or something.

She always has those bags under her eyes. Perpetually Tired.

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I would love to hear about this!

So tempted to hit y'all with OC stuff but they're not even Fandom ocs, they're just my little guys (and gals)

The idea I have for a COD x OG work crossover is insane and chaotic and I need to stop thinking

I hope your head gets to feeling better soon.

For context, the actual narrative of my original work is basically the modern world coexists with inhuman species and magic users. There's more for the specific homebrewed species of mine on @snootlessimperfectworld that will also help explain some things. Specifically looking at the "Let's Talk Series"

Here's a thing about the OCs I posted previously but I'll be adding more here, don't worry

But for today, the focus is the use of "portals" throughout the work. Literally the main conflict in this is the result of a Dragon breaking out of prison and into the realm where Humans exist, thus breaking interdimensional boundaries.

I really just can't stop picturing the 141 getting sent to a random location due to some really weird signals/energy changes/some other thing that raises concern. There's reports of people patrolling the massive compound, and there's starting to be rumors they're actually harboring some weapons of mass destruction.

The team arrives and they find the building to be... empty. There's no sign of people or any hint as to what they were doing.

They're about to give up when they find a hangar connected to the back of the building. They decide to check it, just to be safe, and enter the hangar without really knowing what they're walking into.

Instead of vehicles or even storage bins, they find a Dragon. A massive, teal colored Dragon chained to the floor and sleeping. Or at least, tranquilized. The Dragon's wings are stretched above it at an awkward angle, there's massive steel collars around its neck, tail, and snout. It's legs are pinned underneath him, and there's massive chains keeping the bulk of its body against the floor.

The 141 is so in shock by what they're seeing, they can't even say anything. They just kind of walk around the dragon like "?????"

Eventually, Soap reaches out and touches the dragon cause "how could they do this to you?". Next thing they know, they're releasing the dragon's chains and hoping it stays asleep long enough for them to leave. They'll deal with the consequences later, all right?

Except by the time they're done with that, the dragon is Awake and some other stuff happens and they run into my little troop of idiots.

Maxlar is the first one they encounter (excluding Devon, the Dragon featured above), and he's just all "oh geez, thanks guys for releasing him. I was real worried about him, ya know?"

I'm just thinking of Malvo, my grumpy cold-exterior "I am better than all of you" little Demon man, basically telling the 141 to piss off and let them deal with their issues in peace. Of course Price refuses, cause "that's a dragon and you guys are weird, we're not just letting you wander around"

Hades trying to step in and prevent things from getting worse. He's trying his best to not have a mental breakdown. These guys are scary and guns still kill Night Watchers, okay? He's trying to be a good King and be a good diplomat but it's really not working when these guys clearly are serious and he's got Maxlar, Devon, and Troy behind him cracking jokes like it's a normal Tuesday. That and he's got Malvo threatening them in increasingly intricate ways, and he's really just very tired and wants to go home.

Finally, they reach a kind of truce, and the 141 decides to assist them in making it back to their world. Hades wants to cry from relief, but there's still a lot of things left to discuss.

Someone on his side of things asks "what do we do with these guys?" while pointing at the 141.

Aten, the feral little dragon he is: *with a growl* Eat them 141: Huh??? Troy, a vampire: Yeah, I am kinda hungry. Price: We agreed to help! Aten: And you'll be helping by filling our stomachs! Hades: What the bloody hell is wrong with you two?! NO! I swear- *covers face and just stands there for a moment* Gaz: Is he okay? Aten: Oh yeah, this is normal for him. Maxlar: If Hades isn't having at least one mental breakdown during a stressful situation, there's something incredibly wrong with him.

I mean, these are the people the 141 has to deal with:

Maxlar Whishling, a schizophrenic magic-wielder that's got a sort of "high on life" mentality and is just so unserious. The reason there's an interdimensional war happening in their world, and is adamant it's not actually his fault. Which yes, he's right, it's not technically his fault, but he's the reason still.

Devon Breathstone, Maxlar's best friend and partner in crime. An absolute unit of a human (around 7' tall and fucking huge all around) because he's a fucking Dragon. Incredibly chill and more controlled than Maxlar but clearly along for the ride

Malvo Whishling, Maxlar's younger brother turned Demon that is so fed up with everyone and everything. He's supposed to be dead, yet he's not, he's having to clean up after his brother's messes. Incredibly powerful magic user. Smarter than everyone, has no emotion, speaks in a very formal way, literally well-dressed.

Hades Evanchio, the King of the Night Watchers but more like the King of Anxiety. Never signed up to be King, was literally dragged into it. Cares deeply for his friend Maxlar but just really wants to go home and cuddle with his husband, okay? He's tired, leave him be.

Atendarajo Evanchio, Hades's feral husband. Definitely commits arson on a regular basis. Intentionally initiates chaos because he can. Also a dragon, but mini sized. Has crippling Small Dog Syndrome as a result of this. Will steal your kneecaps in a second.

Troy Fallwood, a vampire known for simply appearing in the most unusual circumstances only to disappear again for several months. A bastard and a fellow chaos instigator.

I just wanna witness Ghost feel intimidated because holy fuck that guy is huge-

I want Soap and Gaz to get fucking bullied by a feral little Dragon

I want Price to be arguing logistics with Anxiety Man and Smarter Than Everyone

I want Soap to slowly be integrated into the Chaos because Maxlar, Devon, Troy, and Aten all realize "hey he's actually kinda cool"

I want Gaz to get hit on by a vampire but he can't tell if it's because the vampire actually believes Gaz is attractive or because it's, as he said earlier, he's "kinda hungry"

I want Price to be fiercely protective of his team while Hades and Malvo are begging to get rid of the others

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Day 11.2; The Candy Debate

AI-lesstober; fainting OC-tober; (skipped) Flufftober; sweet tooth Description; The terror twins debate on letting Jamie eat as much candy as she wants, aware it's not ideal. This turns into giving Jamie candy as she yet again is sick from not eating.

"Did you take my stash away?" Sideswipe asks, "again." "I don't care it's October. Actually, that's a good reason to take your stash away." "Geez, you won't even share with Jamie and Lily?" "It's only eleven in the morning." Sideswipe sighs, "I was thinking about giving Jamie some. I know candy isn't great while she's not eating much, but…" "I know; she's ended up in the medbay twice from not eating., and everything she still will eat without giving her guardians a hard time isn't great to be her only food." "Even I can't say her sweet tooth is a good thing with her eating habits." The two continue to talk about their concern about Jamie and her guardians.

The twins walk down the hall at noon, heading to the cafeteria. They walk downstairs seeing Jamie by the conference room. They know too well what's going on. The two get Jamie onto the floor. Sideswipe watches Sunstreaker get his candy stash and Gatorade from his subspace. "Sunstreaker," Sideswipe points to Jamie, who has fainted. She wakes up quickly. "Jamie? Hey, look at me," Sunstreaker has Jamie look at him, "you need to drink this." Sunstreaker puts the bottle on Jamie's lips and tilts it a little. Worried about the issue they'll have if Jamie isn't drinking. Should I still get a medic? Sideswipe asks. No, we're doing what Ratchet told her guardians to do when she ends up in the medbay. Where the frag are they?! Sideswipe asks. He gets up to go find them. Sunstreaker gets a Reese's from Sideswipe's candy stash. Jamie is doing better and sees what Sunstreaker has. Sunstreaker smiles seeing Jamie eyeing the candy. "Sideswipe is right. You have a sweet tooth just like him." Jamie eats the candy and drinks more of the Gatorade.

Sideswipe, Crosshairs, and Drift rush down the hall to their friends. Crosshairs and Drift immediately regret thinking Jamie would be fine for four hours. "Seriously guys!" Sideswipe scolds, "this is the third time!" "Sideswipe, enough," Sunstreaker argues. After Jamie finishes the candy, Drift takes her to their room. Crosshairs will get their lunch. Sunstreaker goes with him while Sunstreaker goes with Crosshairs. Sunstreaker gives Drift the candy bag.

Drift sets Jamie on the couch in a sitting position and gets more candy for her. The two mechs debate whether they'd rather Jamie tricked them into getting the candy and seeing her smile. Once Jamie eats the second candy and finishes the Gatorade, she lies on the couch. Still not feeling good, but better than ten minutes ago.

"I don't know what we're going to do," Crosshairs sighs, "we worry about causing Jamie to feel like she does in her dimension, but these… episodes are becoming frequent." Sunstreaker doesn't know what to say. Every Autobot and the few humans who know Jamie well worry about her. The two prepare a tray for each to carry with lunch for themselves and their friends.

The two walk into the room, seeing Jamie trying to sleep. The four mechs want her to eat more than candy. Drift sits Jamie up and gives her a plate. Hoping she'll eat. "I'll feed you if I have to," Drift comments. The four mechs laugh, seeing Jamie smile, before eating the small portion Crosshairs made here. They eat their lunch, happy Jamie is eating, but know there's a serious issue. Hoping they don't have to resort to drastic measures.