#OOC: woo! first anon ask

[chaotic-amalgamationz]

“Here don’t worry I’ll help you!” I say before teleporting you out of the floor. “Are you alright? What happened? You can call me Finn by the way!” (My version of the fern, any pronouns.)

-🌿anon

*I sit on the thankfully solid floor* “Phew! Thank you for helping me. I thought I wanna going to have to chew off my legs pretty soon. and I’d prefer to not have to clean the mess before Kevan gets home”

*They seem a little timid, but still want to thank you either way.* “I was just walking then I just, I’m not too sure.. fell? What’s your name again? Finn? Wait, how did you get here? Were you always here?”

*I stay sitting on the ground to make sure the circulation gets back to my legs.*

[milktei]

hi! i really fell in love with your “again” fic with sakusa. it was so amazing & i really liked how you wrote it. i was wondering if you can write another fic with that same concept but with suna?

Fine

Suna Rintarou x Reader

Genre: Angst, hurt/comfort

Warnings: Suna is probably a bit ooc. not edited

Requests: Open

a/n: first of all i would like to let anon know HOW SORRY I AM FOR TAKING LITERALLY OVER A YEAR TO POST THIS. I LOVE YOU ANON AND IF YOU ARE STILL IN THE FANDOM I HOPE THIS IS OKAY. THIS WAS HALF FINISHED IN MY DRAFTS FOR SO LONG AND I FINALLY BIT THE BULLET

on another note requests are still open somehow but i can’t guarantee that they will be finished efficiently :’)

You weren’t sure when the rift started.

You two were happy, at least you thought you were.

He would bring you little gifts after practice, eat meals with you any chance he got, either plan or agree to go on dates with you.

Until he didn’t.

Maybe he got too comfortable after so long of together. Maybe he thought he didn’t need to do much to woo you anymore. To an extent he didn’t, but him completely failing to put any effort into the relationship hurt.

He was on his phone more, staying at practice late, practically ignoring you when you would hang out, all without any explanation.

One date. One night not spent in an apartment is all you asked for.

After weeks of trying he finally agreed. An awkward dinner were trying to keep a conversation going felt like pulling teeth.

Your displeasure with him was palpable from when you got in the car all they way to his apartment where you two now stood.

“What is it?” he asked with annoyance ringing through the air.

You sighed as you sat on the couch “I…” you swallowed, almost afraid to tell him “I’m not very happy with how today went.”

Suna scoffed, “You’re talking as if that’s fault or something.

You winced “Well it didn’t seem like you were enjoying yourself either.”

He raised an eyebrow at you tone and threw his arms in the air. “I did what you asked y/n! We went on that damn date didn’t we? I even invited you over! What more could you possibly want?”

Time seemed to slow down in that moment. What more could you possibly want? Surely he knew? How could you possibly answer that without making him even more mad?

Clenching your hands, staring angrily at the ground, you could only say what came to mind.

“How did we end up like this Rin? It’s like we’re strangers again.”

For a moment you could have sworn you saw a shift in his posture, a subtle recoil, but it disappeared in a moment and was replaced by a more rigid stance.

“I don’t know what’s going on with you y/n but I’ve been feeling just fine. if you don’t like it you can just leave.”

The venom in his words was unlike anything you have ever heard come from his mouth. This wasn’t the man who you fell in love with. The man who stuttered endlessly when he first asked you out. The same man who took pictures of you any chance he could because you always looked good in his eyes.

No. This man was aloof, uncaring, detached.

He was not your Suna Rintarou.

“Fine.”

A beat of silence.

“Fine?” Suna echoed back. You hated that you couldn’t read any emotions in the tone of voice he used.

“Fine,” you said feeling more confident with your decision.

No longer feeling cemented to where you sat, you grabbed your bag from the couch, storming to the front door where you ripped open the closet to grab your coat. as you jammed your feet into your shoes you took a couple deep breaths.

“So you’re leaving? Just like that?”

You inhaled sharply and turned to him, angry tears filling your eyes. “You don’t get to talk to me like that,” you pointed at him accusingly “not after everything you did, not after everything I did to try to make this work. This isn’t my fault and you don’t get to make it seem like it was.”

The only sound that filled the room was your angry breathing and in a moment you turned on your heel and left the apartment

——————

That memory from months ago rang clear in your mind as you stared at the man in front of you dumbfounded. There he was, standing at your door. He nervously scratched the back of his head as he held out a bouquet of flowers to you

The state he was in was nearly a mirror image of when he first asked you out.

“I’m sorry.”

You had half the mind to slam the door in his face.

But you didn’t

That lovesick part of your brain that you desperately tried to shove back wriggled its way free and you take back the man that had put you through so much pain.

That leads to where the two of you are right now. Months after he showed up with those flowers.

You had initially planned to go to the mall alone, just to buy a friend a gift for their upcoming birthday.

Suna had the day off and when you told him of your plans, he surprised you by asking to tag along.

While at first you were elated to be in his company. A cloud of dread sat in the back of your mind.

He was trying, you could give him that.

Flowers, home cooked meals, cafe dates, and daily calls. Everything you could’ve dreamed and asked for all those months ago.

That was the problem though. He was doing everything you begged for and now you couldn’t tell for the life of you if it was genuine or not.

It was irrational and unhealthy to be thinking this way. To think that Suna was only being a better boyfriend because you asked him to and not because he actually wanted to.

But how could you think any other way with how he had treated you before?

Still, you walked through the mall with him, hand in hand, just like before.

A particular shift caught you eye in a store, one that wasn’t your friends style, but definitely yours. Suna could tell from the look in your eyes that you liked it.

“You thinking of getting that shirt babe? I can get it for you.”

You looked at him like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar and forced out a giggle “No thank you Rin, I was just looking.”

His smile faltered the tiniest bit “Alright.”

The rest of your shopping trip was uneventful and you eventually found what you were looking for.

It was when you got in the car that he tried again, “Why don’t we grab some ice cream before we go home? There’s a new place on the way to your apartment.”

He rejoiced at the subtle excitement that showed on your face

“Only if you would like to. We don’t have to.”

He nearly groaned in despair at your response.

“y/n”

You stiffened in shock at the seriousness in his voice “Yes?”

“Somethings bothering you.”

it wasn’t a question, it was a statement that Suna was waiting for you to confirm.

“What are you talking about?”

He sighed “I’m not going to sit here in silence again when I know somethings wrong. Something has been wrong for a while now.”

“Nothings wrong!” you shout defensively. Shocking even yourself. You turn your gaze to your lap and nervously wrench your hands together.

Silence filled the car

“Well now I’m even less inclined to believe you.”

You let out a sad chuckle at his response and take a deep breath before telling him what’s been on your mind since you got back together.

“It just feels like nothing will ever be like how it used to be.”

He kept silent and you took it as a cue to keep talking. You weren’t sure you would be able to stop even if you tried

“How am I supposed to act like nothing happened! They way you spoke to me back then…and then expected me to stay, getting mad at me for “throwing away” what we had, even though you knew I was unhappy.”

Tears fill your eyes but Suna dared not invade your space in a moment so vulnerable

“Then all of a sudden you come back and I can’t find it in myself to day no because I wanted you to do better so badly- and you are!

You’re putting more effort into this, but I can’t help but feel bitter sweet because I can only think about how your only trying because I asked. I wonder everyday if any of this is genuine or if you’re just comfortable having me around and then one day you’ll realize that this isn’t for you and leave again.”

The amount of despair that filled Suna was immeasurable. His mind filled with doubt and screamed at him at all the ways he could’ve done better and how he never deserved you.

Still, he reached out a hand and waited for you to grab it.

“I should have never let you leave that day y/n. I knew that from the moment that door shut, but I was too stupid, too proud, too afraid of what would happen if I chased after you.”

His grip tightened, “and like a coward I waited, hoping that maybe you would come back instead of me having to take that step.”

Suns let out a self deprecating laugh “It took me way too long to realize that’s what got us into this mess in the first place. Me waiting for all you love on a silver platter when you got none in return.”

He turned as much as he could in his spot and grabbed your other hand. You looked up at his face and almost gasped at the amount of love and earnest that showed on a normally expressionless face.

“I understand that you think that I may only be putting this much effort because you asked. But you shouldn’t be afraid to ask y/n, not anymore. Trust me, while I am doing what you asked it’s also because I want to make you happy. Every time I think about that day I get so angry at the fact that I made you so desperate for the bare minimum.”

“Please y/n, anything you want just ask and I will do everything in my power to make sure that I don’t make you sad again.”

You couldn’t help yourself and leaned across the centre console of the car, hugging him as best as you could as tears finally began to flow.

“How do I know this isn’t just going to go back to the way it was? You could very easily fall back into that habit.” You said through sobs.

“I know” Suna sighed

You pulled back “You know?”

“I know” he confirmed, “but I promise to do whatever I can to make this right y/n, you tell me if your unhappy and I will do my best to fix whatever I’ve done and ensure that we’ll be fine.”

A beat of silence filled the car before you let out a small laugh through your sobs. Suna’s heart fluttered at the first sound of happiness you let escape for the first time in a while.

You lifted a hand and messily wiped away your tears, “This is an awful place to have a heart to heart moment”

He smiled at you with all the love under the sun and cupped your cheek. “There’s a lot that we still need to work through, it’ll take some time. But how about I take you to that ice cream place first?”

You beamed at him, “Okay”

Yeah, you two would be just fine.

[wimble-warcrime]

Ooh can I request how you think kid and killer would show their interest in you? Basically their way of courting you/beginning of a relationship. Together or separate, whatever you feel like 🖤🖤

hi anon, thanks for the ask! i'd be happy to do both :)

im a big fan of the concept of courting in general (to many period drama influences) so some of these may seem weird or ooc

kidd-

different from killer, who would take a more traditional approach to courting/wooing a potential partner, kidd's approach is more... chaotic... we'll say

we all know that this tulip head has the emotional range of a teaspoon, and therefore struggles with expressing any emotion other than rage and pride, so be prepared for a whirlwind of whiplash

he doesn't know what he wants, you don't know what he wants

killer knows what he wants, but won't be at all helpful in this case

while he will staunchly deny this until the day he dies, kidd's love language is acts of service (beating the shit out of people for you), gift giving (making you things to beat the shit out of people) and quality time (discussing in depth on how to beat the shit out of people)

expect a lot of shiny things, handmade metal contraptions, and requests for you to just sit with him (he tells you he needs someone to hold something for him, or shine the light at a particular angle, but we all know he just wants to be around you)

he fails miserably at any attempts of flirtation

the first time you cackle at him for his terrible pick-up lines, he shuts himself away for a few days. the second time, (with killer's guidance) he realizes that making you laugh would be great way to warm up to each other.

it becomes a witty back-and-forth of banter and cheesy pick-up lines, and a solid friendship is formed. you talk about whatever, he gives his (sadistic) input, he rambles on about his latest invention (probably a weapon) and you give your feedback

you don't know that each of these conversations are pertaining to the same creation, he's (very secretly, and quite skillfully (to killer's surprise)) getting your input, because he's making it for you.

it's months in the making, he probably started right after your first lengthy discussion about preferred weapon types or something like that.

i'd like to think that for kidd, it's obsession at first insult with him, so you'd probably be relatively new to the crew. he wouldn't last long enough to have known (and liked you) for years, no patience with dis man

he gets talkative when he drinks, so i guarantee you the first time he gets like black out drunk around you, he spills his guts. its an unspoked rule amongst the crew, that any 'gushy' feelings that come from that captain while he is inebriated, are not to ever EVER be brought up afterwards.

so you kind of just. sit there. thinking abt the fact that this angry tulip man like you. and wont admit it to your face.

after the first emotional moment TM you guys share, things start to pick up. you are witness to a softer side of the one-dimensional captain, and quite like it.

start seeking those out more. he won't, but the best progress is one made in emotional vulnerability. (dr. wimble advice corner approved)

he cant take a hint, so dont bother dropping any. if you wanna go forward, say something. kidd cannot read (alegedly), let alone between the lines. your best bet is to whip out your tits (gn) in front of him.

i will die on this hill, kidd is firmly a boob guy, dont try to change my mind. he lov em

there is no "so, should we date now?" phase with this guy, he just skips right to the "fucking them with the lights on" phase. a hot and heavy encounter later, and he has firmly planted himself at your side, no takes-backsies~~

you wake up the morning after hovered in hickeys and bite marks, and EVERYONE know your his now. he wont say it, but you are.

killer-

killer on the other hand, is a traditionalist, an 'el hopaness romtic' if ya know what im sayin

he will woo the pants right off you, season two anthony bridgerton wet shirt scene style (iykyk)

you probably aren't new to the crew, kil strikes me as the kinda guy who doesn't know he likes someone until it's too late. like man's good at self reflection and all, but it takes TIME to get to him, so there is no 'love at first fisticuffs' with him.

it starts with friendship (demi killer till the day i die), you two are like each others bestfriends. no one tops kidd (ehehe) for this guy, but you can tie

it's the little things at first, and more one-sided at the beginning (on your end), like complimenting his cooking, offering to help with dishes

maybe you buy him some hair stuff, he did mention that he was running out, off handedly. or, you sharpen up his knives for him while he's away

Killer's love language is also acts of service, more so on the receiving end tho, but he likes to give gifts. he'll cook for you, personally

like one meal just for you type thing. he says he wants you to try out a new recipe of his, but really, he just made you a nice meal, and cant say it to your face.

you two act like a couple already, but both deny it, saying youre just 'really good friends'

he first really realises that he likes you, seriously likes (maybe love) you when you get injured. and not like, oh little scratch, but like, almost died injured.

a foe has never been downed faster, than when killer heard your scream of pain and terror from across the battle field, and fucking flew across to get to you.

it's obvious to anyone that mans got it badd. he doesnt leave your side until youre concious again and the promptly blows up you for being dumb and reckless and almost getting killed. its a nasty fight, one that shatters your friendship. no one expected anything like that from him. probably the most anyone has ever heard from him in one go

he is just worried, but cant tell you that he loves you, without fully knowing how you feel back. not a guy who readily takes risks like that.

it's a few weeks before he's talking to you again, afraid that he astronomically fudged it by his little outburst. the exchanges are clipped, (you, who had been pining hard for him for like ever) and you're positively sure he hates your guts (he doesnt he just scared)

he avoids you, trying to put as much distance between you two as physically possible, trying to get rid of his feelings for you. but the you go and get yourself hurt. again

it was an accident this time, he saw it happen. like slow motion, the knife you were holding was bumped out of your hand by someone backing into you, it fell, cutting your hand open, before notching itself into the flood

he blows up at the person responsible, before dragging you to the medbay to patch you up. all the while, muttering about how clumsy you are, how much of a danger magnet you seem to be.

its at that moment you know how he feels. it's not said outright, but the care he takes with you, treating you like you're glass

you lean down to kiss his mask. just a small pec, an utterance of a 'thank you' whispered after

but

his heart is beating like a wild mustang, and he freezes. he makes sure your affection wasn't just because you were grateful (after he starts working again)

your reassurance is like cupids arrow for his heart. you like him, have liked him for a while

nothing really changes between your dynamic after that, at least from the outside. really, you've started to be more physically affectionate behind closed doors.

it's a huge step when he takes his mask of around you. the lights are off, and you can't see his face, but he lets you touch it. huge step in your relationship

he's still a baddie, violent and unhinged, (to keep up appearances), but when no ones looking, he'll love on you

this feels kinda rushed ngl, but alas, when is it not? anywayz anon, hope you like it! iv'e already done poly! kidkiller here, i hope you enjoy :)

btw my requests are open, but im still in college, so be mindful if it takes me a hot minute to reply to them

[felix-dubois-archaeology]

Hey all!

My name is Félix DuBois. I’m an archaeologist, twenty-five, and from Unova. I’m using this blog as a kind of daily record of my discoveries and encounters. :]

My team:

The four of us don’t battle much, but we sometimes get stopped by an overexcited trainer or two. :’]

- Fafnir || “Faf” || Yamask || They’re great to have on expeditions, even if they are a bit of a shy fella. I always have to coax them out from behind me when we first get to a site.

- Chevalier || “Chevy” || Doublade || I know I can always depend on Chevalier to keep us safe. He’s been by my side for years now and his loyalty is unmatched—the same’s not to be said for his bravery, though! :p (Don’t tell him I said that.)

- Éclair || Clodsire || Easily the most friendly out of all of us. I’ve known Éclair since I was a baby, and I’ve seen him manage to woo even the coldest of hearts.

My credentials:

- Four years at the University of Nacrene City in Unova for my dual bachelors in anthropology and history.

- Four years so far at Hammerlocke College in Galar for my PhD in archaeology.

I’ve currently returned to Unova to gather research material for my dissertation on the history of both the Relic Castle off of Route 4 and the Sword of the Vale near Eindoak Town.

OOC under cut! || Please read before interacting.

Navigation:

- #[dubois digs.txt] || Posts relating to the blog's story.

- #[faf.txt] || Posts including Fafnir.

- #[chevy.txt] || Posts including Chevalier.

- #[eclair.txt] || Posts including Éclair.

- #[ask.txt] || Responses to asks.

- #[(name).askr] || Posts asked by a specific person.

- #[ooc.txt] || Out of character tag.

This will be updated as time goes on and the blog progresses.

Boundaries:

- Keep it PG-13, please!

- Don’t be a jerk.

- Pelipper Mail, as well as regular asks (both anonymous and otherwise) are currently ON!

- Malice, Mystery Gifts, Musharna Mail, Musharna Malice, and Mystery Anons are currently OFF.

This is a Pokemon IRL and/or Rotomblr blog. Please be warned of unreality. Posts will be tagged accordingly. If I miss something, don’t be afraid to remind me.

[Main blog is @tellofunni ! If you want, come say hi!]

[fueledbyapplepi]

Hello can i request where they get jealous but instead of them being insecure/sad, they’re mad and u have to ask for their forgiveness, like u have to make suyo to them pls tell me u understand this.. With izana, ran and shinichiro and pls make this in highschool or college au. This is my first time requesting so i hope it’s alright..

jealousy, jealousy | Izana, Ran, and Shinichiro

- The boys getting wooed by the reader after being jealous.

genre: 🌸 fluff 🌸 , v slight angst, kind of ooc ig?

warnings: none

A/N: Hi, anon! Thank you so much for requesting (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤. I'm sorry in advanced if this didn't turn out the way you expected it to be since I'm not good at writing the "suyo" stuff huhu. I still hope you enjoy it tho! (And yes, the title is inspired by Olivia Rodrigo's song hehe)

btw "suyo" is a Filipino word similar to wooing or making up to someone

Izana Kurokawa

Jealousy is a revolting disease, and it’s growing on Izana every second passing by.

He doesn’t appreciate this feeling of inferiority towards other people. Especially when it’s concerning you. But he can’t help it when you’re spending much more time with this block mate of yours. Do they even deserve a minute with you? No.

Even though he’s the Izana Kurokawa, he’s still human. So he has every right to be jealous, right? But it’s not like he’s going to admit it.

However, this doesn’t get unnoticed by you. Your boyfriend has been quite mean and cold towards you for the past few days.

“Izana, do you have something to tell me?” you grabbed his hand while leading him to one of the vacant benches on your campus. “C’mon.”

Izana frowned at you, pushing your hand away. He hasn’t been hiding anything from you, and it’s not like his jealousy is evident and coming off the surface.

He sat crossed legs and looked in the opposite direction. Avoiding your gaze and any possible confrontation towards you.

“Izana.” you poked his shoulder, “Did I do something wrong?”

“No.” He subtly adjusted his seat to create a distance between you two. 

“But...you’re being mean lately.” You seated closer to him.

Izana looked at you with surprise. Has he been cold to you lately? Was he too caught up in his little bubble of jealousy that he didn't notice?

“I’m not.” He tried looking at his shoes as if it’s the most interesting thing in the world.

Knowing that this will go nowhere, you tried to caress his shoulder. “I still have time before class.” You smiled at him, “We can go get coffee together.”

“Why don’t you invite that block mate of yours?” Izana mumbled looking away with a visible pout on his lips.

Then it hit you. So that’s what it's all about.

Your boyfriend rarely shows any signs of jealousy throughout the time you’re dating him. So it made you smile knowing why he’s being a big baby about it.

“You know that I’m only forced to hang out with them since we’re groupmates, right?” You leaned on Izana’s shoulder, “And besides, they haven’t done anything properly to help. If we’re on the same program, I’d rather be grouped with you.”

Izana can’t help but lowkey beam at your statement. With red ears, he faced you. “Americano.”

You smiled with the response from your boyfriend, although still quite confused. “Huh?”

“Let’s get our coffee. I want an Americano.” Izana stood up and grabbed your hand.

“Alright.” You smiled at him while you clutched his hand.

Maybe you, an assurance, and a cup of coffee were all he needed.

Ran Haitani

Insecurity is not in Ran Haitani’s vocabulary. He loathes it since insecurity is rather loud and reflecting towards one’s personality.

How can he be insecure when he has everything? Roppongi, Rindou, and you.

You’re beautiful, smart, kind yet tough, and strong. Something that unfortunately not the one that he only sees, but your lowerclassmen and other block mates as well. So it was no doubt that you’re always surrounded by them.

Thus, rather than being jealous, Ran was more possessive of you. After all, he ought not to share you with anyone.

But being constantly busy with your college organization, surrounded by those scum - as what he would like to call them - and not being able to do anything about it, pains him. It’s not like he could just go walk up to you in class and kiss you. He wants you to see him as an understanding boyfriend.

With a scowl etched upon his usual lazy face, Ran sat on one of the couches in the campus halls as he waited for you.

“I’m sorry to keep you waiting.” You sat on the couch as you faced your boyfriend. “It was quite a hectic day in planning for the program.”

Ran smirked at you, “Hehhh, I didn’t know you can plan with gremlins.”

You raised your brow at your boyfriend. “What?”

“What?” Ran stared at you with his lazy eyes, “They look like gremlins to me.”

You rolled your eyes at your boyfriend. “Ran, they’re my block mates. You can’t just call them that.”

He stretched his arms as he wrapped the other at your shoulder. “I can call whoever I want them to be, Y/N.” 

You squint your eyes at your boyfriend. Sure, he was mean and arrogant to other people, but he never once insulted anyone close to you or spent your time with.

“Ran, are you perhaps...jealous?" you teased your boyfriend.

“Baby, I’m anything but that.” He smiled with a proud look on his face.

You looked at him innocently “So, it’s okay for me to spend overtime in the org?”

Ran rolled his eyes. “You can do what you want, Y/N. I’ll just come with you.”

You laughed. Knowing that Ran will just keep up with his passive-aggressive attitude and teasing facade, you bring up your hands to his hair as you loosened his braids.

Ran looked at you wide-eyed. “What are you doing?”

“French braids for my baby.” You smiled at him.

Ran closed his eyes as you were doing his hair. Feeling proud and content that he’s the only one who can have and own your hairstyles.

“You’re not going to spend much more time there, right?” He can’t help but ask out of curiosity.

“Of course not.” You smiled as you sectioned his hair.

Ran smirked. Those gremlins could never.

Shinichiro Sano

After turning him down 20 times, you finally agreed on going out with him. Which turns out to be the luckiest day he ever had and one of the best decisions you have made so far. You can’t even comprehend why you had to turn him down because of your academics.

Dating Shinichiro felt like your life was at peace. You felt protected and loved all the time. Even though your life’s in shambles because of college, he always tells you how you’ll get through it at the end of the day.   

However, you noticed that your boyfriend was sulking these past few days. His constant head pats weren’t there anymore, and there’s always this cloud of thoughts that got him staring into space.

Do you find him boring? Are you going to replace him? Did you finally realize that you’re way out of his league? 

Shinichiro felt like his mind’s about to burst from this overthinking. But he can’t help it if there are at least two people confessing their likeness and fondness towards you almost every day. He can’t help but feel jealous and worried about the possibility that you might find others better than him. 

Maybe it’s just his insecurities dawning on him.

Shinichiro felt the cigarette touch in between his lips. Getting the lighter at the back of his pocket, he was surprised when someone lit up his cigarettes.

“Thought I’d found you here.” You smiled at him as you leaned into the wall of one of the smoking areas outside your campus.

“Y/N, I thought you had classes?” He looked at you surprised. Puffing the jealousy out of the smoke as he sees you.

“The professor’s out.” You looked at him worriedly as he had another faraway look in his eyes. “Shin-san, are you okay?”

Shinichiro looked at you, his eyes trailing down at a piece of paper you were holding.

“Oh, just another love letter.” You smiled as you crumpled it. “It’s full of incorrect grammar by the way.” You laughed while scratching your head.

Shinichiro sighed. “Why did you even settle with me, Y/N?”

“What do you mean?” You looked at him with anxiousness.

“You have a lot of people confessing to you, why me?” Shinichiro threw away his cigarette as he waited for your answer.

So this is the one that has been intruding in his mind recently?

You hugged Shinichiro which caught him off guard. Nuzzling your face into his neck, you peppered his cheeks with kisses, making the man blush.

“I’m sorry if I hadn't said yes sooner.” You caressed his cheeks. “And I’m sorry for making you feel this way. They already know I have you, and to be honest, it’s just really annoying. Yet, they won’t stop”

He looked away. Trying to hide his beat red face. “Do you want me to…”

“No Shinichiro. You can’t beat them up, you’ll get expelled.” You laughed at your boyfriend as you continued to hug him tightly. 

“Do you want to go on a date with me?” You smiled at him.

“Like, right now?” Shinichiro asked with delight.

“If you’re free, then let’s go.” You grabbed his hand, leading him the way.

Shinichiro smiled. With just a few words, you were able to ease his worries and insecurities away.

Perhaps he was jealous of nothing.

[qingxin-dream]

Ooh i love your evern may i ask for gorou with flaming flower stamen and star conch? Mayne they're put at a bar having s jolly good time, but someone starts to flirt with s/o and gorou gets jealous. Congratulations!!!

Serpent’s Bluff

a/n | woo first gorou fic! thank you anon for your request from my 250 follower event!! didn’t think i’d write 2k but idk a secret bar sounds cool lol so i kinda just went with the flow :D (art credits: @/cwilocky on twitter).

warnings | alcohol, slight intoxication, unwanted advances, jealousy, lust, ooc gorou probably😭

genre | friends to lovers (ambiguous relationship)

word count | 2.1k

pairing | gorou x reader

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As the sun set on the misty island of Watatsumi, the Resistance dispatched their night patrol while the remainder of the soldiers were finally able to return to the base for much-needed rest. If you were acquainted with right people and sneaky enough, you might be lucky to catch the silent retreat of a few soldiers to a little hole-in-the-wall called “Serpent’s Bluff” near the outskirts of Bourou Village.

The local tavern was one of the most well-kept secrets of the army, even the Divine Priestess was reportedly unaware of how many of her troops frequented the charming cavern-turned-bar. A towering sakura tree hid much of the cliff face with its long branches and blossoms, where the secluded entrance of the bar was built into the rock.

Only those who knew where to look would spot the camouflaged Electro shield preventing any unwanted visitors.

You had heard of the lounge from the infantrymen a while ago, but never found the time or desire to drink after a rough battle. Sleep was so much more inviting in your opinion.

But, today was a special occasion. The Special Operations units had successfully completed a mission that severely set back the advances of the Shogun’s Army. Morale is the highest its ever been, and a massive celebration was definitely in order.

Her Excellency Sangonomiya rallied the soldiers with a victory speech at the mess hall, and offered the huge, top-quality rations to everyone in the camp. While the majority of the army was preoccupied stuffing their faces with fine seafood, some dismissed themselves to eat in their tent instead, feigning exhaustion. Your partner, General Gorou, took notice of this.

Yawning, you rubbed your eyes and packed up your meal. “I think I need to hit the sack too. Maybe I should take my food with me as well.”

“You too?” Gorou questioned with an undertone of shock, ears threatening to fold downward in disappointment. “Why don’t you stay a little while longer and be merry? This is an important milestone for us as an army.”

“I completely agree, sir, but after a long day’s work I am beat. Honestly, I might pass out on the way to my tent… would you mind escorting me back, General?” you pleaded with an adorable pout and a mischievous glint in your hooded eyes.

Gorou eyed you worriedly at first, getting up to support your weight in case you collapsed with an arm around your shoulder. He quickly caught on to your body language and decided to play along with your excuse.

Turning to the soldiers scarfing down a heaping portion of Butter Crab, he bowed. “I apologize, comrades. I shall return shortly. Please excuse us.”

Not that they were even paying attention with all of the steaming hot food in front of them. 

Once out of earshot from the Divine Priestess and the rest of the Resistance, you snatched Gorou’s hand and tugged him toward you, your back flush against a nearby tree. The poor man stuttered and stumbled his way right into you, breath hot on your face and cheeks bright red. You giggled at his whimpers, pointing toward a lightly worn path encased with foliage. “C’mon let’s go!”

Stepping backward and composing himself with a hand over his flustered face, Gorou replied, “W-what? What are you talking about, (Y/N)? I thought you were dead tired!”

“Silly, Go,” you teased, fingers tickling his free hand as you snake them together. “Let’s go celebrate at the Bluff. A drink might actually be nice with this good food.”

His fluffy ears perked up and his excitedly squeezed your hand. “Really? But... what about Miss Kokomi? And the troops?”

You rolled your eyes playfully with a smirk. “If you haven’t noticed, a good quarter of the mess hall is vacant. Where do you think they are? No one is going to interrogate you for leaving. You were escorting me, remember?”

“Hm, I suppose you’re right,” Gorou agreed with a noticeable wag of his tail. “Let’s go check this place out, then.”

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Finally, you approached the seemingly blank cliff face under the veil of the sakura tree. Unfortunately, you couldn’t quite remember how to access the bar just based on rumors.

Was there a mysterious indent in the wall to press? An offering to be made to the tree? Do you knock? Would they even let you in if you asked?

You observed every inch of your surroundings, searching for some sort of hint. Then, you saw a flicker of light. No, it was a spark of Electro emanating from the petals of the sakura blooms. This wasn’t just a sakura tree. It was the biggest Thunder Sakura Bough you had ever seen.

“Oh!” you exclaimed, harnessing the Electrograna from the trunk of the tree. “And there’s a lantern here too! Let me light it with this.”

Instantly, the concealed shield dissipated and the both of you ventured inside. At the sight of you and the General of the Watatsumi Army, the entire tavern immediately went deafeningly quiet, bewildered looks written over the faces of the troops.

Maybe it was a bad idea to bring Gorou, and you consider bolting out of there with him in tow, wanting to forget you ever dragged him to this dumb bar.

“Hey!” one of the soldiers yelled in the back, mug in the air. “It’s General Gorou! Now it’s a party!”

The roar of cheers that followed, alcohol overflowing the rush of glasses thrust into the air, startled you both at first but you were relieved that everyone was excited to celebrate with Gorou. You watched as his expression brightened with laughter, his fellow comrades already shoving large cups of beer in his hand and eagerly chatting about the recent achievement. 

“Why don’t you check out the bar itself?” Gorou had to raise his voice over the loud music and clamor of the boisterous soldiers. A few of the troops tried pulling him to their tables to celebrate, and he couldn’t help but laugh. “I guess I’ll meet you there in a moment!”

Lucky for you those by the bartender were much less rowdy than the larger crowd, but Archons it was so damned hot in this cave.

There was no chance you were going to sit here and be steamed alive, so you removed a few of the heavier armor pieces of your uniform and let the layers of your robe slide down to your shoulders—effectively relieving all of the heat trapped in your chest and giving you a chance to breathe.

You drew the attention of a few men who, to your dismay, found your exposed chest and shoulders to be an open invitation. The clink of your drink served by the bartender distracted you from a particularly mysterious figure slowly making his way toward you, eyeing your figure up and down as you sat on the tall barstool.

As you set your empty glass back down, a man you recognized as part of the Resistance from the pendant dangling from his neck entered your view, sliding between you and the next barstool effortlessly. You couldn’t deny he was quite attractive with his raven hair pulled up into a messy ponytail, little dark bangs falling onto his face and framing it perfectly. A charming smirk pulled on his lips as he ordered a drink.

“Hey, I think I know you,” he began, a charming smile playing on his lips. The sound of his voice felt strangely endearing against your ears. He only spoke a few words, but you could already tell he was the womanizer type. “You’re (Y/N), right? One of our medics on base?”

Embarrassingly, it took you a moment to snap out of your thoughts as you tried to figure out his motives. Had you met him before? You returned a friendly smile and replied, “Oh, yes! That’s me. Uh, what branch of the Army are you from?”

“I’m Hiroyuki, part of the general infantry division stationed here in Bourou Village as the last line of defense,” the man leaned against the counter so that his hand was inches from your arm, and you sensed him beginning to invade your space. “I couldn’t help but come over to introduce myself, your work here at home and on the battlefield is admirable.”

“That’s very sweet of you,” you lightly laughed sheepishly, twirling your hair between a few of your fingers in nervousness. The mixture of alcohol in your system was beginning to buzz you, and the proximity of this soldier drove your slightly inebriated mind crazy.

It was incredibly difficult to do anything but drink in the way Hiroyuki’s glistening irises entranced your own, you hadn’t even noticed how he had placed his firm hand on your thigh. “I-I’m at a loss for words, ha.”

“Shhh,” Hiroyuki leaned in even closer, if it was possible, and you yelped as his hand squeezed your upper thigh firmly. You certainly did not expect him to be so bold, causing you to immediately snap out of your dazed state. 

Gorou’s name was on the tip of your tongue, ready to call for help.

“What the—? Hey!” a snarl interjected angrily, hastily making his way to your side and standing his ground next to you, a protective arm locked around your waist. You breathed a sigh of relief. It was Gorou. “What do you think you are doing? Leave her alone!”

“Ah, General! I didn’t expect to see you by the bar too. I was simply getting a drink and having a chat with this lovely lady,” Hiroyuki folded his arms and narrowed his eyes at Gorou, despite trying to play it off cool.

But Gorou was having none of it. Ears flattening furiously, a low growl rumbled deep within his throat as he guided you off of the barstool carefully. “If I see you touch her again, we’re going to have problems. She’s mine, got it? We’re leaving.”

“G-Gorou!” you exclaimed, trying to ignore the stares as the general dragged you out of the tavern. It all happened so fast, but you were grateful that he was there to save you from Hiroyuki’s advances. It was much too hot and crowded in the bar, you couldn’t even think about finding a window to escape, especially seeing as you were borderline tipsy. 

Alcohol tolerance obviously wasn’t one your talents.

When you were both away from the tavern and village, Gorou abruptly stopped near once of Watatsumi’s great waterfalls under the late moonlight. He huffed a sigh to relieve the tension in his shoulders, his back facing you, and shyly turned his head halfway toward you. “Are you okay, (Y/N)?”

“Yeah, I think so,” you softly nodded, heat rising to your cheeks at the sight of his hand lingering in its hold of yours. “Thank you. For getting me away from him. I…”

“I know. I should’ve went to the bar with you…I’m sorry,” Gorou turned to embrace you. His arms held you so tightly, so comforting, and his fluffy tail wrapped around you. Hugs from Gorou were infinitely relaxing and tender, one of the best ways he knew to put you at ease.

You gazed up into his eyes warmly, expecting to see his sparkling blue irises, but they were clouded by an unknown emotion. He rubbed his thumb on your cheek, watching the cute plumpness of your face move along with it. “I can’t stand the thought of anyone trying to take you from me.”

Maybe it was the alcohol making you hear things. Didn’t he yell at Hiroyuki earlier saying you were his? No, no, it was too noisy in the bar to understand. You and Gorou were just best friends. Close friends? I mean, of course you both have—

A tiny fang poked between Gorou’s lips as he smirked. Suddenly you recognized the darkness pooling in his orbs, sending heated shivers down your spine. You snickered, pulling the general forward by the loose ropes of his uniform and nearly touching noses with him. “Go, I never pinned you as a jealous man.”

His breath tickled your neck as he leaned in to whisper in your ear, desperation evident in the whimper growing in his throat. “I… I need you.”

“Right here? Under the waterfall?” you teased, daring to trace your fingertips like a ghost on his toned abdomen. “You haven’t even asked me to be yours, and you want to stake your claim now?”

“I-I, yes, I love you,” Gorou practically begged into your neck, dreaming of his teeth marking the sensitive area. He had folded like putty so quickly it left you speechless.

All he needed was for you to say the word and he was yours. Would you let him?

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[myonepiece]

ah okay i see! (im the same anon who asked about the non-anime characters btw 💕) in that case, would you be alright with writing sfw/nsfw relationship hcs with yamato? i never see anyone write for him so, im just craving content at this point haha.

I’ve gotten a surprising amount of requests for Yamato and I am intrigued~ I had to look up the whole character and see the personality section but that didn’t me much at all, but I think I did pretty well but I apologize if any is a bit ooc and correct me if I am 💕

Yamato sfw hcs

-okay so he has absolutely no relationship experience for obvious reasons (can you imagine asking Kaido for relationship advice?) so really all that he has to rely on for advice is Oden’s journal and his reputation. the journal didn’t really give Yamato anything to work with and Oden’s harem-ways didn’t appeal to Yamato because he didn’t want an assortment of wives he only wanted you

-Yamato doesn’t do any really traditional things to woo you, but he’ll actually bring some animals he hunted and killed. like biig animals that show how strong he is, he likes to think of it as a gift and a way of saying “see I can protect you”. if you thank him and accept the gifts happily he will b l u sh and he’s just so happy and proud of himself. and if you give him a dead animal too?! *swoon*

-one time he saw a man give you a flower (he didn’t like watching that) and he noticed how everyone else in relationships seemed to give their S/Os flowers too so he started giving you flowers. but the first few times all he knew was get you a flower so he went and found a flower that just so happened to be surrounded by thorns and poky things- but Oden wouldn’t back down from such a small thing so neither would Yamato! 😤 long story short he came to you and handed you a handpicked bouquet of flowers that had thorns and the thorns had poked his skin and his hands were bleeding a l o t and so were parts of his arms 🥺 I might have to make a oneshot of this

-he is extremely touch starved but the only type of physical affection he knows about is kissing, and rough/intense kisisng at that. only because the beast pirates had girls/boys over a lot and unfortunately (fortunately in Yamato’s thinking) Yamato saw quite a few makeouts so he tried to kiss you once but it was kind of forced and rough and you had to push him back and he looked confused and you had to explain there’s other ways to kiss and you shared a small little soft gentle kiss and Yamato melted, like his brain turned to mush

-you have to introduce him to other forms of physical affection but once he learns some he’s all over you in at least one way. usually an arm around your shoulder or an arm around your waist. he loves cuddling at night and in the morning, being the big spoon is his absolute favorite but he also likes to shove his face in your boobs (if you have them, no matter what size)

-let him tell you about Oden. please

-the farther into the relationship the more outgoing he gets and eventually it’s almost exactly like Oden with Toki excpet Yamato is a bit more affectionate because he’s so touch starved ☹️

-dates are usually in some type of fun restaurant or fair or festival, but there’s also the few where Yamato will take you to walk along the river or the shore at night

-he insists on walking you wherever you’re going, like he’ll be in town talking to some people and as soon as he sees you walk by he yells your name and waves. he comes over and asks where you’re going and then immediately says he’ll take you there, there’s nothing you can do to get him to leave

-he’s obviously extremely passionate and he really shows that with you. he always talks louder around you not only because he’s just generally like that. he’ss actually a bit louder than usual because he’s just so excited to be with you and he’s so happy

-no better fuck with you, I mean no one. someone touches you they’re gonna get a slightly smaller Oden charging at them. usually when this happens and you don’t want said person to be obliterated by your boyfriend, you can latch onto Yamato like a koala then he stops because he wants to put you down so you don’t get hurt. but on the occasion you cling to his back or his direct front where you’re out of the sword’s range, you’re basically just along for the ride

[carewyncromwell]

Jacob will you marry me

[Despite the flush creeping across his face, Jacob tries to play it cool.

Key word being “try.”]

“Marry? Now come on, love, you -- you gotta at least woo me a bit first, don’t you? Wine me, dine me, the works?”

[He chuckles offhandedly.]

What do you even say when someone you don’t know asks you out? What do you say when someone asks you out, full stop?! Merlin, Olivia, could I use you right now, dealing with this --

“...Really, though...if you’re interested, I’m up to meet up some time down the road -- do some verbal sparring over some butterbeers, if you’re up for it. It’s just, well...my life’s a bit shite at the moment -- don’t really have much time for anything serious, right now. We’ve all been there, right?”

Sure, Jacob, everyone’s gotten themselves and their family stuck in the cross-hairs of a secret magical criminal organization, you bloody moron --

“So uh...maybe just pencil me in for a date sometime in the future?”

((OOC: I laughed so hard receiving this, Anon, thank you!! <33 Congrats on actually getting Jacob a little flustered.))

Talk to Jacob Cromwell!

[fortress-of-iserlohn]

Please tell me more about Reuenthal/Yang, I have never considered this ship before (Reinhard/Yang is my usual poison of choice) but now I can't stop thinking about it. I need AUs! And canon-divergence! And - please just tell me as many ways this could happen as you can, in as much detail as possible!

howdy anon friend i am fajsdofjsaf. honoured that you are considering my tiny lil raft ship and just HELLO

but really. you have certainly come to the right place! i am here to fulfil all of your AU and canon-divergence needs :D

beneath this cut you shall find TRASH wonder and MORE TRASH all your dreams come to life

alright let’s start with canon-divergence because this one is slightly less quantity and quality because canon fic is really hard??? (and also i am admittedly writing one right now and i don’t wanna give away too much :3????)

logh has all these cool plot points where the outcome changes depending on the action the character in question takes!!!!

ie. what if yang took schonkopf with him to meet with reinhardt the second time?

or like. what if yang disobeyed the orders from hq to stop the battle of vermillion?

or, my personal favourite, what if yang decided that schonkopf was right and then basically declared iserlohn an independent entity and the thirteenth fleet + iserlohn basically divorced themselves from the fpa???? 

seriously though. do you think either faction could’ve taken the fortress back by force? reinhardt probably eventually could, but in his best interests, he leaves yang alone and goes to crush the fpa first, then comes back to negotiate a truce.

but anyway, we’re here to talk about my favourite thing in the world - reuenthal/yang, so i’ll leave my crying about what if canon for later.

CANON DIVERGENCE REUENTHAL/YANG.

i don’t have much on this because i’ve yet to finish the source material but i will have. more. one. day. (i hope)

also pls note that i’m not big on plot beyond trashy fluff, so this is probably stupendously ooc and i can’t fix it just let me have my otp pls asofmsaodfijas

1. the star crossed lovers thing - where reuenthal accompanied kircheis to negotiate the exchange of prisoners with the fpa. and it’s literally love at first sight for him with yang and yang’s not. disagreeable because reuenthal is beautiful and he can be charming af when he wants to be (and he really wants to charm yang lbr) 

after kircheis and reuenthal return to odin, reuenthal starts moping about the admiral’s big brother house and eventually caves and talks to mittermeyer about his pure hearted admiration of yang where in mittermeyer stares flatly at reuenthal and tells him ‘you’re pining like one of those heroines you detest from the classics’ and reuenthal is so Offended TM by this he sulks off to the officer’s bar and drowns his sorrows until he becomes drunk enough to admit that hey, mittermeyer really knows him too well.

so the next day, very hung over, reuenthal starts sending letters (or more likely, electronic communications) to the 13th fleet with flowery poetry and declarations of his feelings and shit. and at the start, the 13th fleet kind of think he’s up to something nefarious. but then they just realise reuenthal actually really is just pathetically in love with yang and so for the good of all mankind, they just ‘accidentally delete’ every single message before it makes it to yang. 

no one expects that reuenthal eventually (cos that boy has no chill, like me) literally rolls up and parks his goddamned flagship next to the hyperion when the tristan is supposed to be passing nearby one day and demands to know why yang hasn’t been basically texting him back and then yang is like ‘??????????????? wat’ and then everyone in the 13th fleet, from schonkopf down to julian have a LOT OF EXPLAINING to do. (cazerne pretended to know nothing and washed his hands of the whole thing from the start because the less he knows about these sort of things the more sane he can stay okay).

eventually reinhardt gets sick of reuenthal moping about odin and shoos him off to be the consul of heinessen and reuenthal just continues to woo yang (now in person!!!) by showing off whenever he can even when it’s stupidly inappropriate with the inbuilt optimism of being a good looking and popular dude that everything will work out eventually and one day yang will just cave and say ‘fine.’ (spoiler alert, he does)

2. post-vermillion - actually this is 90% what my fic is about so i’m not going to say a lot about it. you’ll get to read this eventually as a proper-ish fic in a month or two (pray for me pls, it’s currently 7000 words and nowhere near done).

but consider. if yang and reuenthal met after the alliance surrendered. hm. Hm. HMMMMMMMMM. with added shenanigans from my favourite admirals from the empire and fpa sides :D

AU REUENTHAL/YANG

I FRIGGEN LOVE AU.

i’ve already talked about my ‘what if yang was born in the empire’ au, and briefly covered my college/university au where reuenthal social media stalks yang in a non-creepy way until he grows enough balls to just ask him out.

but, i was also yelling a lot at @beingevil today cos she brought up an actor au, but she’ll be writing that one so i’ll leave it up to her (WINK WONK)

other AUs to be considered:

1. history professor!yang & hitman!reuenthal - someone (probably fucking job trunicht) puts a hit out on yang and reuenthal is assigned to the job and he stakes out yang for a few days and yang is just like a small defenseless animal????? how can he murder a small, defenseless animal like that?? and gosh he’s super cute too??? he’s so my type!!!!!??? so he can’t pull the trigger and instead reuenthal goes on the run with yang and they uncover conspiracies against the government and then they put trunicht into prison and live happily ever after?

2. coffee shop au - where yang owns a coffee shop and reuenthal is a lawyer/business person who comes in to buy coffee, but in reality is here to perv on yang and also everyone in the shop (customers and staff alike) knows this except for yang who thinks reuenthal is a really nice guy and ‘julian, don’t you think reuenthal is just so friendly. he seems to really like leaning close to you when he talks and his voice is so deep and his eyes are so striking and he’s really handsome ???’ and julian sighs and goes to make himself another three expresso shots just to get through the rest of the hour

3. hogwarts au - where reuenthal is a slytherin, who’s bffls with a gryffindor (mittermeyer) and yang is the laziest ravenclaw ever sorted and did you know his best subject is a history of magic which everyone else hates??? so like they have potions together (because they’re the same age and so they would be in the same year level!!) and reuenthal thought that yang would be HELPFUL but there’s a reason yang consistently almost fails everything but history which is that he literally comes into class and then curls into a ball and then GOES TO SLEEP. so imagine reuenthal’s DESPAIR when he gets paired up with yang for astronomy as well? it’s his shittiest subject because ew astronomy??? and they’re assigned to do their major project together. but it doesn’t turn out as bad as he imagines. instead, they slowly develop ~feelings~ because there’s cute midnight dates on the astronomy tower where they cuddle beneath a blanket together for ~warmth~ and share hot tea while they do their star charts. then eventually reuenthal talks yang into going to a quidditch match and vaguely cheering for slytherin because reuenthal is one of their star players. cue attenborogh being thoroughly distressed by yang’s casual betrayal of his own house ‘but yang, you’ve never come to a single game in five years’ and yang replying ‘interhouse rivalry promotes antagonistic tendencies’ and wrapping himself up snugly with reuenthal’s green and white scarf.

honourable mentions go out to the following:

- hetalia!AU - where yang is the personification of the alliance and reuenthal falls in love with freedom

- soulmate!AU - where your soulmate’s name is written in their hand somewhere on your body & reuenthal’s been hiding his entire life because his name is written in alliance standard and yang just thinks that the curved lines across his arm is a really weird birthmark

- pokemon!AU - where yang is the most wtf gym leader ever and kind of just naps all day on a snorlax but no one’s been able to get a badge off him since he took the gym. reuenthal as an ambitious trainer who’s just missing THE ONE BADGE...

i actually have a heap more but i just. NEED TO CRY ABOUT THEM FOR A WHILE BECAUSE CANON IS MEAN TO ME

[filthy-reckless-rp]

Congratulations Sarah! Jackson Cohan is all yours. Am I here to gush? You betcha! Oh my gosh, we loved your app for him so much. It's obvious that you've understood his characters wonderfully with every trait giving us a peak into his mindset. I love that yes, he's manipulative- a negative trait- but he's Jackson Cohan manipulative (not-so negative). His attention to detail is excellent too, really all the aspects you described for him show just how this ray of sunshine is able to take the UES by storm and even elude Gossip Girl with that impeccable private life. We are so excited to have him on the dash! Woo, okay. We'll let you get to making his account now.

Please send his account in ASAP and you know the rest.

---Admin P

OOC:

Name: Sarah

Age: 18+

Preferred Pronouns: She/hers/her

Timezone: CST

Do you have any triggers?: RFP

How active are you? (Please describe in words): uhgfsdc i scroll through the dash at least every 2 days?

How did you find out about us?: i’m currently in it!

What made you apply?: i know how great it already is plus I want a second character finally lmfao I’ve been saying I’m gonna pick one up fore

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Canon Application:

Character Name: Jackson Cohan

Why do you want this character?: One reason is he’s different from Bethany so it’s always nice to play different characters. Another reason is that I wanted to play a male. And Jackson just stood out to me. He manages to be friendly but not be a pushover, he has the chance to be manipulative but he doesn’t take it unless he feels like he needs to. He’s sly, knowing how to get other people’s information without revealing too much of himself.

Any changes? (If you wish to change an FC please discuss it with us, off anon, beforehand): Nope! none that I can think of

Wanted connections? (Just a little idea of what you might like for your character ie: ex hook-ups, childhood bestie etc. You don’t have to fill this part in!): current hook-ups. He already has childhood besties and a previous crush. I feel like a current hook-up would be nice though

Character’s birthday: July 2

3 virtues and 3 flaws, explaining each:

- Manipulative: Being manipulated by Jackson Cohan is probably not anywhere close to the top 10 worst things that could happen. In no way is Jackson’s manipulation a bad thing, he just knows how to use his smile and charm for his benefit. No harm done to others. He also uses his manipulation to get important information out of people, which he doesn’t use to harm anyone, just to know what’s going on and the real facts behind gossip girl’s lies.

- Prejudice: Growing up in the UES it’s hard to not be judgmental of those around, even those you’ve grown up with but sometimes even Jackson can’t help it. He tries not to act on those prejudices and is definitely open to viewing others differently once he gets to know them but there are just things that make him judge. He’s not the type to vocally spread his prejudices though and will definitely just keep a smile on his face to try and hide the fact that he may be judging you.

- Secretive: It’s a wonder how Jackson has managed to not reveal so much of his life but he honestly doesn’t feel like everyone needs to know everything about him. While he doesn’t have anything bad in his past and everyone has things they regret, he’s no exception, he likes to keep his private life just that. Private. He has various ways of changing the topic about his life or he’ll just answer in a way that makes it seem like he’s giving you more than you’re really getting. He’s found that keeping his private life private makes his own personal life a lot more peaceful and less chances for him to be thrown into messes that he didn’t sign up for.

+ Perceptive: The small trim you got, Jackson noticed. The new highlights, he noticed that too. A slight personality change, he may have noticed that too. (don’t ask me why 2/3 were hair related but that’s all I can think of.) The new dress you just got, he noticed even that. If there’s one thing that Jackson Cohen does well, sometimes better than most people in the UES, it’s noticing the small details. Its part of why people love him so much. Things other people don’t dwell on, he’ll try and mention just to tell you that you look good or you’re doing well. He’s mastered the art of observation and participating at the same time, even though sometimes he does prefer to do one or the other. Jackson likes to know what’s going on around him at all times.

+ Friendly: Anyone his friends bring, he’s glad to welcome them and make them feel comfortable. Unless he feels like you’re ruining the relationships and lives of those around you, he’s a constant pleasure but again he won’t hesitate to pull you aside if you aren’t. Jackson does his best to know the names of those around him even if they don’t know his name. He’s the type that is welcome to approaching people first or even just strangers approaching him first. He’s all for connections and friends all around. He’s especially more open to people who grew up outside of UES than some of the others he may hang out with but he’ll still do his best to make you feel comfortable.

+ Loyal: Some would say Jackson is loyal to a fault. Personally, he doesn’t believe it but Jackson has yet to deal with people challenging and making him question his loyalties to them. Once you’ve gained his trust, it’s something that you’ve typically got for like. He’l defend you to his last breath and try and believe the best of you until you personally prove him wrong. He’s not a big believer in gossip (or gossip girl, take that) so unless it comes straight from a source he can truly trust about the issue, he’ll doubt it happened until it’s confirmed. His loyalties play a part in why he doesn’t gossip about his friends, though he’s not completely above listening to it.

If you don’t get this character, who would be your second choice?: Maybe Christopher Vanderbilt

Para Sample (A couple of paragraphs, as the character you’re applying for): haha no.