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lizzybeth1986 · 2 years ago

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Since I have way too many PM universes and at least four of my MCs have fics featuring them...I thought I'd try to simplify things a little by making a post here of the MCs, their relationships, the personality types they are dating etc 😅

x - signifies a romantic relationship

& - signifies a platonic relationship

Scholar!Hayden (Hazel Park x Iris Young)

MC: Hazel (f! Black MC)

MC FC: Justine Skye

Hayden: Iris (f!Asian Hayden, Scholar)

Hayden FC: Jung Ryeo Won

Hayden's Personality: Mysterious | Sweet | Sincere | Logical

MC's relationships: Only with Iris.

Other Relationships: Steve and Nadia, Sloane and Alana are in relationships as well (actually Steve and Nadia are married in all these universes).

Fics in this Verse:

Metamorphosis (Hayden x MC)

Noot Noot (Sloane & MC, Sloane & Hayden)

Closure (coming soon!) (Hayden x MC, Hayden & President Thompson)

Headcanons:

Hazel Alana Park - Character Sheet

Hazel and Iris' Children

Adventurer!Hayden (Basil Park x Sage Young)

MC: Basil Park (m! Asian MC)

MC FC: Eric Mun

Hayden: Sage Young (f! Black Hayden, Adventurer)

Hayden FC: Lupita Nyong'o

Hayden's Personality: Outgoing | Rebellious| Humourous | Impulsive

MC's relationships: With Sloane, Sage, Alana, Khaan and Damien. He never breaks off with Sage, and she knew from the start that he was polyamorous. He begins dating Sloane even before she reads out her love letter, and begins tentatively dating Damien after they rescue him at Tokyo HQ. Khaan and Alana he gets together with shortly before they defeat Eros.

Other relationships: Steve and Nadia are married, Sloane dates both Khaan and Alana, Sage enrolls in university for a meteorology course and meets a girl who she also dates there.

Fics in this Verse:

The Stars (Are Out Tonight) (Sloane & Hayden, Sloane x MC, Hayden x MC)

Harvest Moon (Hayden x MC, Sloane x MC)

Saffron Sugar, Turmeric Spice (Hayden x MC, Hayden x f!OC)

The Stuff of Exploded Stars (coming soon!) (Sloane x MC)

Once in 50,000 Years (coming soon!) (MC x Sloane, MC x Hayden, Sloane and Hayden in other relationships)

Joker!Hayden (Hawthorne Park x Zinnia Young)

MC: Hawthorne Park (m! Black MC)

MC FC: Daniel Kaluuya

Hayden: Zinnia Young (f! white Hayden, Joker)

Hayden FC: Chloë Grace Moretz

Hayden's Personality: Mysterious | Rebellious | Humorous | Logical

MC's relationships: Hawthorne begins dating Hayden and Damien as per the canon timeline (Zinnia all along, Damien at Berlin), but begins dating Sloane after their boatride together in Paris.

Other relationships: Sloane actively dates Alana as well after the Eros defeat. She later bumps into an old friend from her childhood at Queen's and reunites with him. Zinnia eventually finds Dames and casually dates him at some point.

Fics in this Verse:

Placeholder Apology (Hayden & Dames)

Apology: Take Two (coming soon!) (Hayden & Damien)

Coffee Brown Eyes (Sloane x MC, Sloane x Alana)

Pioneer!Hayden (Rosemary Park x Heathcliff Young)

MC: Rosemary Park (f! Asian MC)

MC FC: Nikkita Chaddha

Hayden: Heathcliff Young (m! Black Hayden, Pioneer)

Hayden FC: Ephraim Sykes

Hayden's Personality: Mysterious | Sweet | Humourous | Logical

MC's relationships: Frankly this is the one universe I haven't thought a lot about yet, but I do know Heathcliff and Rosemary get married over a year after they first met. I don't have a clear idea about who the other characters in this universe are dating either.

Fics in this Verse:

Sea of Love (Hayden x MC)

Headcanons

Pets

Faceclaims for my other characters:

There's one OC in this, and another one I haven't developed much yet! Hopefully when I do have a clear idea for Sloane's childhood friend in Queen's I'll add him as well.

In order:

Sloane Washington - Nelly Muse

Damien/Dames - Chayanne

Alana Kusuma - Marion Jola

OC - Nilukshi Sigera - Yureni Noshika (the Sri Lankan girl from the meteorology course that Sage dates)

#perfect match #hayden young #sloane washington #alana kusuma #dames #damien nazario #a couple mcs and maybe two ocs #basically this is me trying to keep track of all my PM universes 🥲

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cloveroctobers · 2 years ago

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Oops I almost forgot to request but idm waiting!! could you make an oj haywood x black/fem reader who's a model (and pretty bold lmao) and they meet cus they needed his horses for a photo shoot? idk if that's too specific I don't wanna step on ur toes or anything snfnskfn 😭😭

covergirl | OJ Haywood x black! Reader | October prompts !

A/N: Thank you for your patience! I didn’t forget about this! Now that we’re in my favorite season of the year I decided to add something else to the mix and include this in my October prompts for 2022! It’s a short one but hopefully a good one.

+ Prompt: 6. “Is it just me or did it just get really cold in here?”

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attention was never something you turned away from. You loved it. It was always all eyes on you, you know, like Tupac’s fine ass once said. Ask any of your siblings and cousins growing up, you were the main one who oozed star quality. Sorry. So you took that to your advantage, gaining tumblr fame quite quickly in your tumblr teen girl era and that later brought you to high-end modeling.

The only time your photo shoots were early was if you were overseas and it always ended up eventful. You weren’t much of a morning person but you adjusted once you were fully up. Plus you didn’t enjoy wasting anyone’s time; especially your own. Now that you were back in California, your agents knew to only schedule you for early afternoon shoots. Not to mention that you’ve grown to have insomnia once your career began to take off and a hint of sleep apnea when your body allowed you to disconnect for a few hours.

So sure sleep was a huge question mark when it not only came to modeling but you loved having “me time,” when you weren’t out with your friends.

Letting out a small yawn that you covered with a few of your fingertips, you glanced up at the ceiling for a moment longer as the makeup artist patted the setting powder underneath your eyes then gave you your space.

“Here you go!” A voice chirped shortly afterwards, “looks like I’m right on time too.”

Continuing staring upwards as you lounged on a faux fur multi-colored stool, you spotted a curly haired girl in baggy clothing as she held out a iced tan tea to you. “Heard you enjoy that London fog tea shit, it’s giving clay but to each their own I guess!”

Taking it from the familiar face you smiled around the straw before you sipped your beverage, “Emerald Haywood. Thanks for this, I didn’t know you worked behind the scenes?”

“Oh please, with a face like this? And charisma like mine?! You already know I’m in front of the camera just like your pretty self.” The brown skinned girl winked while you smirked.

“My apologies sis, I should have known.” You stretched, putting a arch in your back while Emerald shamelessly checked you out in your outfit, “what are you doing here?”

“I’m wherever the money is. Just ask your cousin,” Em raised one arm in the air, leaning over slightly as her hips rotated before she continued, “OJ and I had to keep the business running when daddy passed. After our asses got fired from a failure of a previous shoot, I did some research and found out somebody else needed horses. And you so happened to be here.”

“Riiight,” you pointed, “and here I was thinking you gained some sense and became obsessed with me instead of messing around with my cousin.”

Em quirked up a brow, “don’t tempt me with a good time…either way I talked to my therapist and we both agreed that it’s time for me to focus on myself.”

You hummed at that, not saying what you thought on it. You knew Em for a couple of months now, ever since your cousin, who happened to work at a strip club, began bringing em around. They were casual in the beginning—it seemed since your cousin had a issue when it came to dating; either the girls or non-binaries she dated got jealous over her profession/no longer felt comfortable with her line of work, turned out abusive, or decided to start sleeping with their therapist right after putting their relationship on a break.

Nonetheless you kept your mouth shut since your cousin said she would figure it out. So you respected it and you actually liked hanging out with Emerald Haywood. Your energies meshed well together and you hung around the same group of people. She was cool in your eyes minus the whole sleeping with your therapist two days after she called it quits with your cousin…but hey it was none of your business.

“Okay everyone, let’s clean up and get the horse in for the final shots of the day! I want to leave and get fucked up like the rest of you!” The photographer announced.

Pushing off the stool, you continued downing your tea as the assistants on the set removed the stool and large potted flowers out of the way. “That’s great, em. I’m sure it’ll all be worth it in the end.”

“You see the vision.” Em snapped her fingers, “I had no doubt you’d get it.”

“Of course,” you shrugged as another assistant came over to you, suddenly picking at your roots gently before placing a metallic cow-girl hat over your head, “self-love is the best love and whoever you decide to share that with and they understand? It’s even better.”

One of the assistants, Stella, you believed her name was, held out her hand to take the leftover drink before you lightly turned to see a dark skinned man catering to a white horse.

“I think I just found that someone.” You whispered, beginning to strut over to the man and your supposed prop for hopefully the next thirty minutes.

Em titled her head to the side in confusion as she watched you make your way over to her brother. It only took her a second to realize what was going on as you gently began stroking ghost’s fur who swayed his tail in response.

“Who’s the lucky guy?” You asked.

OJ peeked up and over from his side next to the horse and moved to stand in front of; to continue caressing it’s nose. He barely glanced at you as he responded, “this is ghost.”

“I’m not talking about the ghost, handsome.” Your voice was as sultry and light as you patted the horse, arm going up to rest along it’s spine comfortably.

OJ blinked, “oh. I’m just the guy with the horses.”

“No. There’s always more than what meets the eye,” you smiled, “I’m Odette and you are?”

“I’m aware,” OJ had his attention back on the white horse continuing to provide comfort, “your manager told us you go by Detty, that you’re gonna be on your Beyoncé shit and gave us a whole run down of what not to do in your presence. Which I understand boundaries…I just want to let you know that these horses—

“Deserve the same amount of respect as any decent human being,” you said, “I get it. I know a thing or two about horses and bulls. It was my grandfather’s thing. Sure he loved his bulls more than horses but trust me, I won’t hurt him. I’m capable of being gentle.”

That’s when OJ looked at you to see you slightly biting on the corner of your lip. He didn’t know much about you coming into this gig but his sister did. All OJ needed to know was the time, to provide reassurance for whichever horse he thought would be best for this, and the price. He wanted to bring lucky but this photoshoot requires a white horse for whatever reason and Ghost could be a bit finicky at anything lately. He was the last one Otis Sr. Was on when he was attacked so OJ knew that Ghost was going through a bit of PTSD at the moment.

“OJ! Get out the way and let the girl do her thang! Ghost also knows what to do!” Em called out to OJ, who cautiously stepped back as the assistants came over with another stool to help you onto ghost.

However OJ still found himself lingering close by while Em chatted away with others on set. OJ watched you as you carried on so elegantly, in your flowy attire as you seemed to be chatting with the horse here and there every time you shifted to a set poses. It did not take the photographer long to get multiple shots and finally the winning one.

“I think we got it!”

Claps started to surround until you asked; now sitting up from ghost, “you think or do you know? I still think outside for this scene would be better.”

“It’s not the look the magazine was looking for babe. We got the floral backdrop and your gorgeous face, that’s all we need.” The photographer answered, “that’s a wrap everybody!”

OJ watched as you rolled your eyes then shrugged. He moved over back to ghost as the stool was placed down again for you. Carefully you climbed down and moved to stand by ghost’s head. You caressed him once more, “thanks for your time, buddy.”

Everyone slowly began to clear out as you flicked your eyes over to OJ who was actually staring at you this time, “and thank you for lending us ghost…OJ, was it?”

“Mhm,” he dipped his head, “you’re welcome.”

Quickly learning that he wasn’t a man of much words you breathed out a small laugh. Normally most guys that couldn’t hold a conversation you lost interest. However there was something about OJ that made you have a little bit of time.

“What’s the O stand for in your name?”

“…Otis.”

“Odette and Otis.” You let it roll off your tongue, “Look at us sounding like somebodies grandparents. Doesn’t that have a nice ring to it?”

“Sure.”

“I think we could do something big with that.”

“Yeah? Like be somebodies grandparents?” He snorted, picking up that you were flirting with him.

“That and much more.” Your voice lowered as you held OJ’s stare.

The stare down was broken off once the lights suddenly shut off on you two. It only took seconds for a blur of white to fly by your sight followed with the clunking of Ghost’s hooves.

“Aye! Ghost!” OJ watched as the ghost ran around in circles in distress, the brimmed man trying his best to click his tongue to get the horses’ attention.

A side door suddenly opened, giving Ghost the opportunity to rush through it.

“Whoa! What’s wrong with ‘im?” Em asked, shades lowered as she glanced away from her phone.

OJ huffed as he began jogging over to the door which clicked behind the horse. Sighing you began peeling off the boots, wiggling your feet as you let out a yawn again.

“Did he get your number yet? ‘Cause we need to go and get some real food. What y’all had here ain’t enough to feed a damn fish.” Em muttered to you as you made your way over to her.

Before you could respond you listened to the rattling of the door handle that OJ pressed on.

It didn’t appear to be budging.

“The doors stuck.” OJ bluntly stated.

“You mean to tell me you don’t know how to open doors? You just push it!”

“I’m doin’ that!” OJ yelled back, “i’m guessing this is one of those doors that locks behind you.”

Em grimaced after attempting to get it open herself, “ohhh.”

Carrying the boots in one hand and lightly rubbing on your arms with the other, you began looking around the building. It felt much smaller with the lights out and not as comforting.

“Is it just me or did it just get really cold in here?” You asked, eyes wide as your eyes darted around the room.

Footsteps moved to stand beside you. Em tested your realization blowing into the air and found a puff of cloud went towards the air. It was on the tip of her tongue to just brush it off, assuming that the air temperatures increased when no one was around.

However…something felt like it was.

The three of you were quiet, picking up on the sound of something almost spluttering from above. Instantly you were holding your breath and you weren’t sure why as all three pairs of eyes shot up to the ceiling above their heads.

“What the hell—

“I think we should move. Now.” OJ ordered, not liking how that sounded and given what he previously witnessed with shit falling out of the sky with his own father, he knew this didn’t feel or sound right either.

Briefly he touched your elbow, guiding you and Em away from the center of the room to the bathroom door. All three of you crouched down in the doorway, peering out and wondering what that noise was. It sounded as if something was leaning, almost like a electrical tower about to give way to the ground. Not long after, objects came crashing through the ceiling but the most noticeable one…happened to be a traffic light pole along with a camera attached.

The object appeared to be damp from what you could tell in the dark surrounded by other miscellaneous items. Cautiously the three of you made your way by the fallen item with Em kicking at it and OJ peering up at the newfound hole in the ceiling.

“That’s strange.” You spoke, not knowing what to make of this.

Em nodded, “uh huh! Shit’s just falling out the sky for fun lately? This is honestly giving me the heebie jeebies.”

“Ghost.” OJ muttered, “he had to have known…he wouldn’t of just ran off like that if he hadn’t.”

“OJ…let’s not go there.”

“What?” You asked watching as the two shared words with their eyes, “hey, I’m here too! Whatever you’re thinking you can just say it.”

“…it’s nothing,” OJ decided, his eyes meeting yours. He could tell you didn’t believe that and something inside of him wanted to tell you about his dad but he wasn’t fully sure himself. It was a feeling that told him to get everyone out of dodge, “we should find a way out of here—

That’s when that same jammed door slowly creaked open, automatically making you take a step back, hand latching out to yank OJ back by his shirt.

Em already had her taser out, pulled from her crochet cross-body bag. The three of you waited for someone to peek in at you but after at least a minute, no one did.

“Yeah, I don’t know about y’all. But I’m gettin’ the fuck up outta here before these rich condescending folks think we did this mess so!” em chucked up the deuces before she jogged over to the door, crouching down as she had her taser ready.

Once she disappeared behind the door she yelled out to you two, “we’re good! I’ll be in the car, OJ!”

Puffing out a breath, you quickly let go of OJ’s bunched up shirt and returned your hand back to rub at the goosebumps on your forearm.

“I’ll count this as my weirdest day on set and I’ve had a lot of those.” You commented.

OJ hummed as he slowly turned to face you.

“I think it’s about to get weirder around here.” OJ mumbled glancing at the traffic light that fell through the sky, “no I won’t elaborate but I think we should all be careful.”

“Are you saying we just walked into the twilight zone?” You tried to joke but it also fell flat to you.

“I don’t think that was just some miracle.”

“What—never mind you don’t seem like you want to completely share your thoughts with me right now. Which I guess is fine, maybe it aligns with the whole introverted horse-loving tall dark and handsome thing you got going for yourself.” You ranted, “but this isn’t how I imagined the end of the shoot going either so we should head out. I feel like we’re being watched.”

“Okay, covergirl.” OJ nudged his head towards the door, waiting for you to fall into step beside him.

Both of you cautiously stepped outside to California’s humid air, sunny and as if nothing just occurred. Up ahead you could see Em waiting in the passenger side as you and OJ stood in the parking lot.

“On the bright side…I told you so.”

“Told me what, Odette?”

Keeping your arms folded you smiled, “that we’ll be apart of something much bigger together.”

Spinning you began walking backwards digging into your boot to grab your car keys, “you’re not getting rid of your future wife just yet. You and I both sense that by now don’t we? I’ll see you soon won’t I, Otis?”

OJ wasn’t sure how to answer this as he slowly trailed after you. He just shared a experience that was a bit strange with you and here you were trying to turn this into some possible dating adventure? He didn’t know how to take you so he just tipped the brim of his hat which made you scoff out a laugh, fully turning to your expensive car.

He moved to get into his own truck after he took his eyes off the sway of your hips, beside his sister and started the engine, just as the camera on the fallen traffic light flashed in the dark room.

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Continue along with my anthology fall prompts here

#nope x reader #nope 2022 #nope film #nope jordan peele #oj haywood #oj haywood x black! reader #oj haywood x black! f! reader #oj haywood x oc #daniel kaluuya #emerald haywood #em haywood #october prompts #requested #keke palmer

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