#her name is Lexie she’s my world and my everything

[seagiri]

It’s her birthday

[ayyy-pee]

hii lexi!!! hope you’re doing well :)) would you be interested in writing a suguru first date kinda thing? i thought it might be cute ^_^ (also i love your pfp!! it looks so good!)

AHHH THANK YOU NONNIE! <3 I'm so late, but I imagine Suguru would be exactly like this for a first date when he's really into reader lmaooo it's short but i'm trying to flex my brain with little drabbles. i appreciate you sending this request in! i hope you like it! <3

𝐹𝐼𝑅𝒮𝒯 𝒟𝒜𝒯𝐸

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Pairing: Suguru Geto x Female Reader

Warnings: Cutiepie sweetie face nervous Suguru Geto!, downbad Suguru, Gojo being an annoying shithead, fluff and cuteness <3

It's so hot here.

Is it hot in here?

Has to be. Or else Suguru wouldn't be sweating so much. He can’t even hold his drink, the damn glass keeps slipping from his hands.

Maybe it’s the lights making his palms so moist?

Are the lights too bright? Too hot?

Was this restaurant the right choice? If it’s making him this uncomfortable, surely you’ll be uncomfortable, too.

Maybe he should have chosen another place. Do you even like Italian? Fuck, he should have asked you before making a reservation. What if you’re allergic to…pasta or like…tomatoes? He didn’t even think about that. Maybe it's not too late to change plans.

The soft buzz in Suguru’s pocket pulls him from his scrambled thoughts, and he takes his phone out to see a text sitting at the top of his notifications.

Beauty: Pulling up now. See you soon :) <3

Fuck! It's too late to change plans!

Okay. Okay, this is fine. It will be fine! He’s got this. What’s there to be nervous about? Nothing, because Suguru doesn’t get nervous. He asked you out, anyway. Not the other way around! There’s no reason he should be reduced to this clammy, sticky mess he’s become.��

And yet, it seems that’s all Suguru ever is when he’s in your presence. Although, it’s only been one other time.

It's been an entire week since Suguru first laid eyes on you coming down the aisle at his best friend's wedding. You would have thought he was the one getting married, the way his face grew red watching you smile, so stunning in that gown the bride had picked for you. The way his heart practically tried to punch its way through his ribcage when you’d graced him with a glance, aiming your beauty right at him. How you watched, teary eyed as your very best friend married his very best friend and it’s so insane of him, he knows. But Suguru thought he could see himself in this exact position one day…with you. And he didn’t even know your name.

It's so cliche, truly; a groomsman and a bridesmaid getting together at a wedding? It’s a romcom waiting to happen, but Suguru couldn't help himself.

You were the epitome of beauty. Your eyes, your lips, your smile, everything about you. They were all things Suguru could not get out of his head after you'd danced with him at the reception. With that cheesy love ballad playing way too loudly, you slipped perfectly into his embrace, like the missing piece of a puzzle, and he had to get to know you.

"Fuck your honeymoon," he'd told Satoru, rolling his eyes as his best friend panned his camera across the beautiful powdery sands of Turks and Caicos. “Can you ask your wife for her number?”

“Hmm…” Satoru flipped the phone back around and Suguru could see him pretending to think about it, tapping his chin just to irritate Suguru. “Beg me.”

“...Excuse me?”

“Beg…me…”

That stupid grin on that long limbed bastard’s face. If Suguru could, he’d reach through the phone and smack it right off of him. Why would he beg for your number? He’d get connected with you some other way. Suguru is not a beggar. Nothing in this world could make him open his mouth and plead for something.

“No.”

“Then I’m not asking. Good luck finding her! Gorgeous girl. Hope she doesn’t find someone else because there were quite a few people asking about her at the wedding…”

Suguru knows what he’s doing. And he fixes his friend with a deadpan stare as he says, “Nice try. Not begging.” 

And Satoru chuckles. “Okay! See you in three weeks!” He sings on the other end.

“Wait!”

And so Suguru…begged for your number. Not his proudest moment, but as he sees you slip through the doors of the restaurant, grinning and waving excitedly when you spot him…well, it makes every bit of groveling worth it. He just saw you exactly one week ago. A full 7 days. 168 hours. 10,080 minutes. And you look just as breathtaking, if possible.

This feeling is familiar, the heat radiating from his cheeks and the intense pounding of his heart and this sensation to get on his knees before you and offer you the world.

“Hi,” you greet him, out of breath as you approach.

Suguru stands quickly, stealthily wiping his damp palms on his pants. And it’s a little awkward at first, but you hug him, slipping into his hold like you just…belong there. It’s driving him insane, the way you just seem to fit him so perfectly.

You take your seat on the other side of the booth, all smiles and god, if it doesn’t send Suguru spiraling. You’re just so cute. You almost seem as excited to be here with him as he is to be here with you.

“I meant to get your number at the wedding, but honestly, I was just too nervous to ask.” You confess, giggling, a bubbly and airy sound that makes Suguru want to hear it more, maybe set it as his ringtone then piss Satoru off so he’ll blow his phone up. Then Suguru can hear it over and over. 

He chuckles, smoothing his hands over his pants again, trying his damndest to stop the sweating. “Yeah?”

You nod, picking up the menu and gracing him with a sweet, shy smile before hiding behind the sheet of paper. “Yeah, so I’m really happy you called.”

Suguru’s heart races and he can’t help the goofy grin that’s now formed on his lips as he picks up his menu. “Me too.”

[moodymisty]

I didnt expect you guys to like reincarnated!reader x Magnus as much as you guys did, so here's the rest of my notes/thoughts on it. Additionally, reader is female, but a lot will be left blank so people can fill in their own details. Enjoy -🌳

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Reader reincarnates onto a world unencountered by the Imperium yet. Reader ends up as a decently ranked servant of the planet's ruler. Reader thinks she's in some kind of generic isekai land, and is pretty shocked when giant ships come from space with huge ass soldiers on them. When Magnus and the Thousand Sons come and start to negotiate the planet joining the Imperium, she's there in the background of the negotiations, doing her duties and silently freaking out over her low fantasy (due to some Warp sorcery being on the planet) isekai life suddenly turning into a Sci fi.

Magnus notices her pretty quickly, since he can read minds and hers is so obviously different. (I was also thinking that maybe her being reincarnated also means she feels different in the Warp, like maybe there's two psychic presences in the same place for her? Idk). He picks up pretty quickly that she's from 21st century Earth/3rd millennium Terra, and becomes fascinated by her and what she knows. He arranges to have her brought aboard his flagship Photep to serve him so he can learn more about ancient Terra (and spend time with her). Reader is pretty happy to get to go to space.

Magnus doesn't tell her that he can read her mind/knows she's reincarnated (might have to invent reason). He enjoys learning about Earth from what he sees from her mind. He starts picking up phrases from her that have fallen out of favor/been forgotten by the Imperium, and whenever one of his brothers asks him what a phrase he's used means, he explains it and waves off where he heard it from as "Oh I picked it up from one of my serfs". This happens often enough that the primarchs put together that Magnus is picking up all these phrases from the same serf. If Magnus is paying enough attention to this one serf, she must be pretty special. At some point in this convo (not all primarchs are there, I was thinking Horus, Fulgrim, Sanguinius, maybe Guilliman, maybe a couple others), Magnus realizes he's fallen in love with reader. Magnus admits he's never actually talked to reader outside of her duties as a serf, everything he's learned about her/from her is from mind reading. One of his brothers declares that's no way to have a relationship, those are built on trust and communication! Magnus must court his lady love! Cue wacky (and warpy?) romcom shenanigans as the primarchs give love advice to Magnus. ("Try complimenting her."

*later*

"How'd it work?"

Magnus: "I surprised her with my compliment while she was concentrating on cleaning and she threw her rag in my face.")

Eventually someone suggests just talking to her normally and explaining things, and hey, that works out! Reader knows that Magnus is now trying to court her, he properly does so, she falls in love with him, and they get married. (She starts calling him Maggy as a nickname)(also at some point Magnus tells her he can read minds. Reader is upset but also embarrassed)

Eventually they have two kids (maybe three, haven't decided fully yet). First is a girl named Magdalene, also Maggie for short. Since Magnus doesn't have a last name, reader decided that all their kids will have "mag" somewhere in their name instead to show they're related. Next is a son, Charlemagne, Charlie for short. (If they did have a third kid, it would be a son named Alexander, Alex or Lexie (to keep up with the nicknames ending in -y/-ie sounds) for short. Breaks the Mag rule, but Magnus means Great so naming him after Alexander the Great still kinda works.)

Also, because I like my characters having happy endings, Reader manages to convince Magnus to not to continue to practice sorcery in secret after Nikaea (repercussions could be dangerous to her and the kids, Emperor is more powerful psyker so could easily figure out/overpower Magnua, wait until later to maybe reconvince Emps). So Magnus never sees his vision of the Heresy and doesn't breach the Emperor's webway. Prospero never burns, and Magnus remains a loyal Primarch. The Heresy may still happen, but Magnus and his family can stay alive and happy together.

Awww loyalist Magnus and his family ;;

[elegantsplendour]

Fire and Storm

Summary: As the Seven Kingdoms hesitated between the Blacks and the Greens, Aemond stood ready to flip the script.

Dance of the Empire inspired one shot.

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Lannister! reader, mentioned Aegon II Targaryen x Lannister! reader

Note: Hi my dearies, I’m so sorry I haven’t been active in the last month. Transitioning from Montreal to Toronto has been a lot to handle. But the good news is that I got elected as student council vp in my new school🤪. Here is a one shot inspired by my first fic Dance of the Empire (a bit spoiler). I will be back writing all the three fics and will try to update weekly. Thank you all for sticking with me❤️❤️❤️

Warnings: major character death

Tagging my friends :) @qyburnsghost @lovelykhaleesiii @boundlessfantasy @vhagarswar @purple-writer8 @valeska-fics @lexi-anastasia @f4ll-for-you

Within the chilling walls of the seat of House Baratheon, the hearth held a flame that danced rebelliously, threatening to bite those misfortunate enough to find themselves in proximity. Torrential water poured mercilessly from the sky while the wind howled ruthlessly. Sealed by the solid bricks of the castle, the flames, fragile compared to the frightful storm yet unpredictable and dangerous in nature, continued to consume silently.

The silver haired prince sat calmly by the scorching heat, his long fingers brushing against each other. It had been two days since the Lord of Storm’s End pledged allegiance to the prince’s elder brother, called by some the Usurper, in return for a marriage pact between the prince and one of the lord’s daughters. Amidst the looming threat of a deadly civil war, every second counted, but his delay was calculated. Aemond had been waiting silently and patiently for his nephew's arrival, much like a flame waiting to devour its fuel.

A servant knocked by the door, bowed and announced the news. Without a word, he arose from the chair and paced through the solemn hall of the castle with stately ease. The effortless regality exuded from his presence was as if he was on his way of being coronated. A sharp curl appeared on the corner of his thin lips as he recalled his drunken and debauched brother , expecting the Conqueror’s Crown on his head like an infant. With each step Aemond took, he felt himself drawing nearer to his desires: power and her.

Aemond Targaryen wanted everything and was ready to steal, scheme and slaughter.

Unlike his half sister Rhaenyra, the named heir of the late King Viserys, or his brother Aegon, born with the title of the first born son, Aemond Targaryen's life was a battle, a relentless one against a seemingly inescapable destiny of becoming another insignificant Targaryen royal, riding an ordinary dragon, holding a hollow position in court, accompanied by a mediocre noble woman, doomed to be forgotten in history.

However, when his mother suggested betrothing him to the eldest daughter of Tyland Lannister, he was taken aback. Could he, the overlooked second son, really be promised the "Beauty of Casterly Rock" and an alliance with the house guarding mountains of gold? Promises were a strange to the One-Eyed Prince, as he had always been a taker, much like he had claimed the largest dragon in the world. The fleeting memories of the golden lady of emerald eyes all appeared to him a cruel jest. The tender moments of her smiles were overshadowed by her anguished cries upon learning that she had been bartered off to Aemond’s elder brother Aegon, who would rather bury himself between the legs of harlots of the Flea Bottom.

Contained fury blazed in his chest as Aemond watched the young Lucerys Velaryon, his bastard nephew, who had taken his eye eight years ago.

Lucerys conveyed with a trembling voice Rhaenyra’s message to the Lord of Storm’s End. Aemond paid no attention to the words coming out of his mouth. His one violet eye burnt a hole in the quivering messenger. His throat throbbed with thirst for retribution as the flashes of scarlet and black that had blinded his eye when Lucerys’ blade had cut through his flesh.

This rage was tainted with despair, for what he truly desired was taken by his own kin and given to his brother. He soon realized he had nothing left to lose.

With that, as the Lord of Storm’s End dismissed the Velaryon impatiently, the prince’s shadowy figure also disappeared in the hall as he watched Lucerys mounting his pathetic and minuscule dragon Arrax while the storm still raged on.

Soon, the monstrous Vhagar hovered over the young dragon. The lightning tearing through the black sky and roaring of thunder were music to Aemond Targaryen’s ears, as if the gods were in awe of this spectacle of terror. In the face of raw power commanded by the largest dragon of the world, neither Lucerys, Rhaenyra, Aegon, nor even the games of thrones stood a chance. Aemond was the second son who inherits nothing he doesn’t seize for himself. Addicted to the intoxicating scent of the lioness of Casterly Rock and the adrenaline rushing in his veins from being on top of the world, Aemond whispered to the green beast, “Ipradagon.”

Eat

Scarlet blurs flashed before him, followed by a haunting dragon squeal echoed before him with no one but him to bear witness to the gruesome bloodshed. While others might see flesh and dragon bones plummeting from the sky, Aemond saw a vision of the Conqueror’s Crown landing on his head. While his mother, the Dowager Queen, sought to suppress the war, Aemond stroked the anger bubbling in Rhaenyra. And what better way than slaying her favourite son?

War were precisely what he craved; for war breeds to fear, fear spawns to chaos, and chaos is a ladder.

As the Seven Kingdoms hesitated between the Blacks and the Greens, Aemond stood ready to flip the script.

All his life, he had been but a sword wielded at another’s will. At that moment, Aemond Targaryen became the master of his own terror, and the realm would watch a second son rise to rule the continent.

[infernalodie]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞 || 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐳

Inspo: Emile Mosseri - Jacob and the Stone

Pairing: Maddy Perez x Gn!reader

Summary: The stone that stood tall and would never full leave her memory...

Warnings: Angst throughout with mentions of suicide.

Words: 1770

DNI IF YOU’RE YOUNGER THAN 18!

There was this stone Maddy used to go to.

Somewhere in the density of a forest right outside of Highland. Practically resting near the long breaks of the open countryside, this place resided.

It’d been a complete chance that she came to this location. Her car broke down with her friends and their goal to live the night up was still on the list of plans. So, they ventured into this forest and found this large stone.

She remembers Cassie being a ruckus and being the emotional drunk she was. Lexi was reserved and just talked with Kat. Rue and Jules were holding one another. But Maddy found you staring at this stone, perplexed or fascinated by it.

Maddy remembers you dragging your hand across the texture of the rock. Lips twitched faintly as the tips of your fingers gently caught the grooves; scars of its past and present. And something about it made you say, “It’s beautiful.”

Everyone knew you found beauty in the strangest of places. If it is some random obscured painting or one of those poems you would write in your free time–there was nothing you couldn’t find positives in. It had been what made Maddy fall in love with you in the first place.

And she remembers how you looked back at her. A look in your eye that was almost contentful. Like something had been decided the moment you saw this large stone. You had said, “If I ever die, I want to be buried here. I’ll even write it in my will.”

She punched your arm for saying something like that. Warning you that she would be the one to do the job if you brought something like that up. You smiled and laughed. And she remembers your arms curling around her and holding her against your chest tightly. Your face tucked in her hair where you pressed gentle kisses.

That had only been a week before everything happened. That was the last memory she had of you before you were gone. Swept up and taken wherever was after this life. And now, even after all these years, she hadn’t been able to bring herself to go back to that forest–to relive that moment all over again in a place that she imagine still had your lingering presence.

Today, it was the anniversary of your death. So, with the urging encouragement of Lexi and Rue, she drove up to the forest. She walked amongst the trees that the further she got, blocked out the sun that had been beating down on her since she got back from Highland. It left a massive veil between her and the outside world that hoped hadn’t desecrated this sacred land.

Then she finally arrived at the stone. It stood tall- maybe even taller than she had once realized. Its exterior was jaded–chips having fallen off from years of weather conditioning. And in a traditional fashion, your initials were etched into its face. Your name, your birthday and the day of your passing. Each letter and number is rough around the edges, but perfect as its own; much like you.

Flowers were scattered around the marked grave. Much of them came from friends that had specifically come down to visit and pay respects to you. There were postcards from Jules; she believed that in some way, they might make it to you somehow. There were stuffies from Rue who knew of your unhealthy obsession with said items. Lexi left some of your favourite books from your guys’ friendship being built from that.

But Maddy had nothing to offer. Perhaps she thought her visit was enough considering the time she’d pushed to avoid the inevitable.

Exhaling heavily, she forced a smile. “Hey, baby.”

She sat beside the grave with the faint outline of where it had been dug. She clasped her hands together, saying, “I would ask you how you were doing, but I think we both know that would just be stupid of me.”

Painful silence. She didn’t know what to say. What was there to honestly say? You had given up. Maybe you lost sight of the beauty in this world. Lost all hope for society and decided to clock out before you saw anything get worse. Or maybe you had been depressed the whole time but she was too blind to see it. People wore masks–some of who no one would expect. Maybe you were a part of that few.

But since you left, she tried to keep to what she had been before you left–be the person that you loved. So, she wasn’t going to try and beat around the bush with any fruitless questions or statements. “I want to say you left because you couldn’t handle living anymore. But somehow-” she laughed, shaking her head. “-something tells me your sick mind thought that becoming one with the earth was beautiful, huh? I mean, we both know that’s how your mind worked.”

In some way, with your passing, she felt like she had finally grown as close as she could get to you. With your family left in shambles from your death, Maddy had taken it upon herself to be the one to pack your belongings up. Place your clothes in boxes, trinkets in boxes, and all the little handwritten notes that lined your walls. And on the final day, there was only one poem left and she just sat in the center of your room and stared at it. Then she cried. Harder than she ever thought she could. She screamed and fought against the harsh grasp of reality that was; once she took that final paper, you were officially gone. You would be gone from her life forever.

But from time to time, when she came down to Highland to visit her parents, she stopped by your family’s house. She had dinner with them, talked about life, made plans for future holidays and then she would ask to look at the boxes.

There would always be a silence that fell over the kitchen. The uneven breaths from your mother who would purse her lips, forcing a broken smile that could crack as she grabbed Maddy’s hands and hold them tightly. Which would always be contradictory because of the tears in her eyes. And your mom would always say, “Honey, don’t ever feel like you need to ask.”

And your dad would sit there quietly, avoiding eye contact that could betray the tough exterior he had to keep. When, in fact, the wound of your passing was still fresh and it would always stay that way. No child is supposed to go before their parents.

But you did. You defied every expectation; good and bad. You believed in most people who didn’t deserve it. You found lessons in situations you had labelled, “misconstrued control”. Each of those lessons made you grow and in any way you could, you tried to pass this knowledge on to others. But you gave up and in Maddy’s mind and that substituted everything else out. Your action to leave so soon was unforgivable to her.

You gave up when things were getting good for the two of you. When your guys’ story was starting to pick up make things interesting.

“I started reading some of those poems you had taped up on your walls.” A faint smile twitched on her lips. “They almost looked like etchings of thoughts you never said to me.” Maddy’s lips trembled. She remembered clearing out your room and spending hours sitting in the center of that room. Unable to take her eyes off of all the deep and meaningful quotes that you were so infatuated with. If she’d known that she returned to your house in her dreams, finding you standing and staring at each poem with a smile, she would’ve never laid a foot inside that room.

Bowing her head slightly as she swayed. Sniffling harshly, she said, “If you must die, I’ll envy even the earth that wraps around your body.” Her tearful eyes lifted to the inscription of your name carved meaningfully into the boulder. Face twisting with her voice giving way. “And I fucking miss you, Y/n. I hate knowing something else will give you warmth when I could’ve filled that spot for you.”

Her voice cracked. A sob fell from her lips. “I shouldn’t be sad. You fucking left me!” She fell to her hands, slowly lowering herself where blades of grass brushed across her rosy cheeks that kissed the earth. Her body trembled as she sought the feeling of your arms once more. Fingers delving into the dirt, hoping to find your hands interlocking with hers the further she reached. “But I want you here. Even in my dreams, I just want one more day with you.”

It was a distant and unforgeable wish, she knew that. But she was desperate. She had to wake up most nights and cry herself back to sleep because that would be the only way to reunite with you once more. Through the pain, she was healed by your smile. And she trying to find a middle ground between acceptance and refusal.

But that was the thing–no one can have both. When someone is gone, we can’t do anything to bring them back. And with time, we will heal. It’ll hurt like hell and it’ll feel like that wound will always be open, but that’s what comes with acceptance. And when we least expect it, when we find someone that makes our hearts skip a beat like the person before once did, we’ll realize how far we’ve come. How much pain we were able to take and keep moving forward.

It's a sign to try again.

And it hurt Maddy to admit it, but she wanted to keep going. Keep you close to her heart, but far enough that she was allowed to think about the good times instead of the worst.

And what helped was for her to think about how your mind worked–your beliefs that she never could wrap her head around. With time, she learned more about herself and where she stood on the unappreciated qualities of life and the world she lived in. Maddy believed that in some alternate reality, the both of you were still together and thriving. And acknowledging that was beautiful in its own way because she got to experience it for some time–a small sliver compared to a counterpart, but still a gift. But a different version of her would feel it until her last breath.

Something like that was poetic, wasn’t it?

[startwelve]

Feeling love's strange

Hellooooo Well I love the band Black Sabbath, rockers and Goddess Maddy... so I wrote this shit Hope you like!!!

Maddy Perez was accustomed to the fast-paced and party-filled life in California. But everything changed when a new boy moved to town. He was different from the others: he had a rough appearance, listened to heavy rock, and most notably, he had a motorcycle that accompanied him everywhere.

From the moment she saw him, Maddy felt a strange attraction to him. Although his defiant image contrasted with her lifestyle, she couldn't help but feel intrigued. She wanted to know him beyond appearances and discover what lay behind that facade.

At one of the famous weekend parties, Maddy attended with Cassie, Lexi, Rue, and Jules. For most of the party, Maddy danced, drank, and avoided eye contact with her ex-boyfriend Nate. At one point, a jerk on the dance floor grabbed her face and kissed her. Maddy pushed him away, slapped him, and left the crowd to go to the bathroom to fix her ruined makeup.

Maddy was looking at herself in the mirror when someone entered the bathroom. It was him. She couldn't help but glance at him, intrigued by his appearance and mysterious aura.

"¿Hello, do you mind if I join you here? This place is a bit crowded," he said, smiling slightly.

Maddy looks at him and smiles.

"Sure, go ahead. No problem." She bites her lower lip. "By the way, I've never seen you at these parties before. Are you new in town?"

"That's right. My name is Roger," he introduced himself.

"I'm Maddy."

"Lovely name, Maddy," Roger said subtly, savoring the girl's name. "I moved here recently. Came in search of a fresh start, I suppose," Roger said and shrugged.

"A fresh start, huh? Sounds interesting," Maddy said curiously as she crossed her arms. "And what specifically brought you to California?"

Roger leaned on the sink and took a cigarette from the pocket of his jeans, lit it, and took a drag, under Maddy's watchful eye.

"Freedom, I guess. I wanted to escape my old life and experience something different. Also, I like the weather here and the vibe of the city," he chuckled softly. "And, of course, the music."

"Music? What kind of music do you like?" Maddy asked interested.

"Heavy rock. It's my passion. Music has a unique way of expressing what I feel, and heavy rock makes my heart beat faster," he said with a spark of excitement in his eyes.

"I understand what you mean. Music is my escape too, but I tend to lean more towards a different style, something softer and melodic."

"So, I guess we're like polar opposites in that sense. But maybe that's what makes it interesting," Roger said with a grin.

Maddy laughed. "Yes, I suppose so." She moved a little closer to him. "But sometimes they say that opposites attract."

"That's true. And I think I might be feeling that attraction right now."

Maddy blushed slightly and nervously played with a strand of her hair.

"Oh, really? Well, I guess it could be mutual."

Roger leaned in a bit closer to her, crouching a bit to reach her height, and looked into her eyes, whispering, "Why don't we find out?"

Maddy took a deep breath and felt drawn to him.

"Maybe we should."

She leaned in, and their lips met in a passionate kiss, tasting the alcohol and tobacco on each other's lips.

The background music and noise from the party faded away as Maddy and the motorcycle boy immersed themselves in their own world, exploring the connection they had just discovered in the middle of the party.

The unexpected encounter only fueled Maddy's desire to get to know the motorcycle boy better. They started to meet casually, sharing laughs and conversations about music, life, and dreams. Although their worlds seemed opposite, they found a deep connection between them.

With time, Maddy discovered that behind his rough appearance, the boy was someone sensitive, passionate about music, and had a heart full of dreams. And he, in turn, admired Maddy's courage and authenticity, how she was different from the other girls he had met.

The End

[yutahoes]

Polarity

Chapter Ten

Masterlist

characters: mafia boss! Yuta Nakamoto x innocent! florist! reader

summary: While running away, you seemed to be moving closer to the man you were avoiding. Are you even heading to the right direction?

chapter word count: 4.3k words

chapter genre: fluff, smut

chapter warning: language, annoying MC, confusing Yuta, physical assault, lots of kissing, confession part two, badly written smut because the author cannot write smut anymore 🙄, foreplay, breast sucking, oral - female receiving, fingering

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The running tap water feels so cold against your fingertips. The make-up they put on you looked so magical as you stared at your damp face in the bathroom mirror. Why is your lipstick still intact if you already wet your face? And why is the water so cold if this is all just a dream? 

Unconsciously, you pulled the jacket covering your bare shoulders. A reminder that what happened outside the halls is real. But how much of it was real? Did Yuta really confirm his feelings? 

“I don’t want her in danger so I try to push her away but I also want to hold her in my arms and never let go.” 

“I want to kiss her but at the same time, I want to see her face.” 

“...I felt that when I met you.” 

Yuta’s words kept on repeating inside your head. This is all too much. You’re freaking out. 

No. None of this was real. It might be a dream. A fairytale-like dream. Maybe you were thinking so much about his feeling that your head started creating scenarios for your own sanity. Yes. That is probably right. This was all on you. 

You were drying your face with a paper towel when the door opened and in came the hostess of the party. She already looked so beautiful when you first saw her in the store and although something evil is in her smile, you can’t help but gush at how classy she still looks. “You’re Johnny Seo’s date, right?” Oh yeah. You went here as Johnny's date. “From what mafia family are you, Y/N?” 

A confused look was all you can give her but she already apologized while putting on some gloss on her lips. “I thought you were from one. You seemed close with Yuta.” The mention of his name made you wary. You only heard about what Yuta feels about the girl. You don’t know what Kyoko feels about him. And if you remembered clearly, Lexi mentioned a proposal. Are they that serious about each other? “I hope you’re not two-timing them.” 

What? Two-timing? “Yuta is a well-respected man and I understand that little flies…" she glanced at you from the mirror. "would want his attention. I care about him and I don’t want him hurt…” 

“Then why did you choose to marry an old man instead of him?” The sentence came out even before you could think of it. You bit your tongue to prevent yourself from saying more. Why are you meddling in their own business? 

Kyoko stepped forward, smirking. “Shall I tell you something, Y/N?” The smile on her lips is sinister. “I don’t need to choose a person I own. If you think Yuta likes you just because he saved you once, I’ll assure you that Yuta will always choose me.” Not only is her smile that cynical, but her personality is also that. How can she think of that when all Yuta does is love her? 

Maybe you really are a masochist. “You don’t own Yuta. He’s his own person.” Why are you defending Yuta in front of the woman he loved? 

Loved. Because everything that happened earlier is real. Yuta doesn’t love Kyoko anymore. He realized what love is when he met you. And if everything isn’t real, Yuta wouldn’t even know about this. You pulled his jacket closer, your courage lies on the remaining scent on his coat. “And Yuta doesn’t just like me.” You exclaimed, a mischievous smile playing on your lips, “He loves me.”  

Her eyebrow raised, a chuckle escaping her red glossy lips. “You and he don't belong to the same world. How shameless of you to think that he's in love with you? He hasn't moved on from me,” she scoffed. “A guy in a high status as Yuta will never be attracted to a low-life like you.” 

It now made sense. You and Yuta are not the two sides of the coin. You’re from different worlds but not opposite worlds. Like the poles of the magnet. “Polarity.” You claimed as a matter of fact, “Opposite attracts and same poles repel.” That was a stupid statement but it was the only thing making sense in your head. “I honestly don’t care if Yuta chooses you. If he hasn't moved on from you." You must really be a masochist. "But I will always choose Yuta. A thing you didn't do.” 

Her hand went in contact with your hair, roughly tugging the ponytail that made you yelp in pain. For a classy woman, she has such a bad temper and a firm grip. “Yuta is mine.” She exclaimed but you only smiled, hissing through the pain of your hair getting pulled by her. You don't want to hurt her. She's needed for this party. “He only cares about me. He only loves me. He only needs me.” Is she some kind of a crazy woman? “He’s crazy about me.” 

You laughed wholeheartedly. “Yuta is crazy about fighting.” Why are you even taunting her? Maybe you are the crazy one.    

A voice from outside startled you both. Yuta. Calling for your name. Before the restroom door opened, the woman in front of you sat to the ground which startled you. What is she doing? The mafia boss looked puzzled when he came inside as the woman in front of you reached up a hand for him. “Yuta, she just pushed me to the ground.” Wow, you thought, she really is crazy in the head. “She…” 

To your surprise, Yuta just faced you. Face stoic as if angry at something. “What is the number one rule of the Nakamoto group?” 

You knew that. The first sentence you heard from him. A bittersweet first meeting. You gulped before answering. He's mad. "Never hurt a woman." 

From the corner of your eye, you saw how Kyoko smiled in triumph. Yuta smiled, surprising you. “I guess I’ll have to punish you when we get home.” The smile on the other woman’s face was replaced with a look of surprise. You can't blame her. You were feeling the same. Punish you? Yuta held your hand and faced Kyoko, “We’ll excuse ourselves. Thank you for the invitation and the amazing food, Kyoko.” 

She called for his name but he was quick on his steps to leave the same room as the other girl. Kyoko looked pitiful looking at the two of you. She's on the floor. Her dress will go to waste and get ruined. She's the hostess of the party and if someone were to see her seated on the bathroom floor, it would be embarrassing. Yuta should have helped her stand up.

Yes, you are a masochist.

But that is not your problem now for Yuta’s hold on you was so strong that you started to assume that he was still angry. Is he mad because he thinks you hurt Kyoko? You should have just run away when she said that crazy stuff. That’s what you’re good at. Why would you even talk back to her and pretend to be confident when you're not? 

Maybe what she said was true. Even if Yuta likes you, he will always choose her. 

You haven’t seen Johnny in the crowd even if you passed the hall. All the faces were blurry as your eyes started heating up, tears threatening to fall.

In the end, Yuta still confused you.

In the end, Yuta still cares about her.

In the end, Yuta is still in love with her.

Not with you. 

The way to the parking space was quiet, everyone might still be at the party. He opened the backseat of a familiar car, pushed you inside, and closed the door behind him. If you thought your chest might explode earlier, it is worse now. Your heart kept on beating in your chest in nervousness, eyes forming tears. “Yuta, I didn’t hurt her.” You started but were cut off by his lips on yours. 

It was exactly like the first time you kissed: the feel of his soft lips, the smell of his musky scent, and the warmth of his tongue slipping between your lips. The way your heart kept beating crazily in your chest, your body heating up as if you were getting a fever, and your lungs gasping for air reminding you of that first time. It felt like a nostalgic fever dream. 

His strong arms pulled you close, sweeping you off your feet so that you were almost seated on his lap. "I know," Yuta mumbled before kissing you again. It was like the second time you kissed but this time, you weren't drunk on alcohol but the scent of him. Unlike the first one, this was shorter but breathtaking.

You can feel his warmth. You can smell him. You can touch him. Yuta is real.

He isn't just your imagination anymore.

The tears sprung from your eyes and his reaction changed quickly. "What's wrong?" He asked in panic, staring at you with a lot of worry in his eyes. "Did I hurt you?" 

You shook your head, hastily rubbing your eyes. You didn't know why you were crying but everything was just overwhelming you. You've only considered the possibility of Yuta liking you but you don't know how to react now that you confirm his feelings. You don't know him that well to know if he's serious about you. He moved on from his first love, are you sure that he wouldn't move on from you? 

This is scary.

"Y/N," the way he called your name, all throaty and breathless made you gasp. "Say it again." Yuta trailed butterfly kisses on your neck. "Say that you'll choose me." 

Wait. "You heard that?"

A light chuckle can be heard from him. "Everything." Your eyes widened in surprise. You feel so embarrassed now. Yuta heard all the crazy things you said to his first love? "I'm not just crazy about fighting," he started, fingers rhythmically tapping your waist. "I'm crazy about you." This is more breathless than the kiss you shared earlier. "I didn't know when it started but you're all I could ever think about." The same as you. 

He rubbed the tears away from your cheeks with his thumbs. "I thought it was a sexual attraction at first. You look so pretty with the nightclub lights. I started wanting you." His words were hushed like a secret he wanted to share. "Then I saw you looking so pale in the amusement park,'' That was when Momo was almost kidnapped, right? It feels so long ago. "I thought I'm going to go crazy. If you didn't live back then, I might have killed myself." 

"Then is it true that you broke down when I woke up?" 

He smiled. A million-dollar smile that is always attractive in your eyes. Happiness indeed looks good on him. "Who told you that? Sophie?" You nodded. "I was relieved that you woke up but I was so scared that I might put you in danger like that again." Yuta was scared? You made the mafia boss scared? This is making your head ache. "I was scared that for you to be safe, I should not see you anymore." His hold on your waist became tighter. "I won't force you to stay with me, I can't promise you that you'll be safe with me. But if you stay, I’ll protect you until my last breath.” 

The danger of being in love with a mafia boss came to you like a wave. He'll be in lots of danger and that means, you will be too.

But this is Yuta.

And you want to be with him. You want to stay with him. "I'll always choose you, Yuta." 

"I love the way you say my name." 

Your eyebrow raised at that. "I always call you by your name." 

He shook his head, chuckling. "The first time you said my name was in the hospital and then the night you were drunk." You did? But you have always been calling him Yuta Nakamoto. He smiled timidly, "Why do you think I can't resist kissing you those two times?" Just because you called his name? Why haven't you realized that? Is this some kind of a fetish? Then Yuta might really be weird. 

A giggle escaped your lips, "Yuta." You called in a teasing manner. "Yu~ta~" You said in a sing-song voice. 

He lightly poked your waist before nuzzling his head on your neck. "Fuck." Yuta cursed in a soft voice, his breath warm against your neck. "I want you so bad." Your eyes widened in surprise. Did you hear him correctly? "You look extra beautiful today. I hate that Johnny was the first person to see you like this." 

Does it bug him that much? But Johnny is the one who brought you here tonight. “Speaking of which, I have to tell Johnny that I’m with you.” 

He pulled you closer, removing his coat to reveal your shoulders and nuzzled his head to the exposed skin. His lips were soft as he placed butterfly kisses along your shoulder blade. “I’m holding you yet you’re talking about another guy.” He kissed the spot between your shoulder and neck, making you moan. “That’s just unfair, Y/N.” 

Yuta stared at you. His brown eyes locked you in his warm gaze. “You’re like a magnet pulling me in. Am I the only one feeling this?” Magnet? He really did hear you earlier.

“No,” You whispered, holding his cheeks before giving him a quick kiss on the lips. “I also want you.” Then another quick kiss on the lips. “I’m crazy for you.” Another one, except this time it’s longer. “I will always choose you, Yuta.” 

If you thought you were close to each other in the cramped backseat, you’re dead wrong about that. You were surprised that he managed to pull you closer that your bodies were almost melting at each other. He kissed you with more passion, a steamier kiss than the other kisses you shared. His hands rest on your waist and you were the one who moved them to touch you. Your fingers thread in his silky smooth hair, the other hand clawing his shoulder as his lips came in contact with the side of your neck. Your lips whisper moans against his ear. You want him. So bad.

You lightly grind on him but Yuta only pulled you away from him as if you’re in fire. Wait. Does he not like that? Did you do something wrong? He was breathless, lips already looking swollen from all the kissing, and his face was flushed. “We can’t do it here and I can’t wait that long to head home. Can I take you to my apartment?” 

You've never said yes that quickly. Are you even that desperate for him? Instead of Mark who you always see driving a car, another man was driving you on the highway. Yuta's hand just rests on your thigh, his gaze outside the window. Your hands felt sweaty at the possibility that your first time will happen tonight. You should call Sophie and ask her if the intense beating of your heart is normal.

Your phone. You left it in Johnny's car. You have nothing on you right now.  

There's no one to help you now but yourself. 

The huge building startled you. When Yuta mentioned an apartment, you didn't expect it to be in the highest building in the city. You've only seen this luxurious building in magazines and knew that a room here would cost millions. Does this mean Yuta is not just rich but super rich? Should you reconsider the relationship you and he have? "Are you alright?" He asked and you smiled, nodding at him.

You are not alright. You're freaking out. 

You were astonished when you both entered a glass elevator with gold embellishments. It looks so classy. Are the elevators here like this? But your eyes widened seeing him take out a gold card with the building's logo in front and the word 'penthouse' on the bottom. Penthouse? Isn't that the highest room in the building? 

The glass allowed you to see the streets from below. The cars looked so small and the lights shone so bright as the elevator reached the top floor. If you weren't so distracted by Yuta's giggle at your awe-struck exclamations, you might think that you're already reaching the sky at how high you were. A feeling that perfectly describes you now. 

"You can say no if you don't want to do this, Y/N," Yuta claimed as the elevator doors opened and a huge receiving area welcomed you. The smell of lemon and his musky perfume filled the air. "I can wait." 

You can't. You've waited long enough. You're both already here. "I want to do this." 

His lips were soft and warm but his kisses were rough against yours. You giggled when he grunted, complaining at how far the room is from the receiving area. Your eyes feast on the huge bed in the middle of the overly clean bedroom. "This room is bigger than our house." His hands wrapped around your waist, hugging you from behind. "Momo could have her own dollhouse here." 

Yuta kissed your exposed shoulder. "She doesn't know this penthouse exists." His kisses went north. "No one knows." He kissed the side of your neck. "You're the only one I ever brought here." 

Your heartbeat started ringing in your ears and with how close Yuta is, you're sure he can hear you. Is this feeling even normal? Shouldn't this be considered a near-death experience?  Or is it because you are nervous? "Yuta," you called turning around to face him. Your hands held on his shoulders as if grabbing for courage. It's funny how all your courage is dependent on Yuta tonight. "I don't know how this works. You are my first..." You gauge for the right word to use. "...everything. I'm scared and I don't want to disappoint you." 

A smile played on his lips and you only felt your heart stammer much harder. This isn't just nervousness anymore. You like this man. You love seeing him smile while looking at you with a lot of warmth in his eyes.

Like is an understatement.

You love this man. You're in love with Yuta Nakamoto.

"If it helps, I'm also nervous." But he doesn't even look nervous at all. "You are my first and I don't want to disappoint you." 

"You and Kyoko never did it? Even Lexi?"  

"What do you take me for?" But he's an SVIP in the club. It's not impossible that he has some practice. Right? "You're talking too much. Right now, all I want is my name coming out of your lips." Your face started heating up when he placed his thumb on your bottom lip. "You're very pretty, Y/N." A gasp escaped your lips. "My Y/N."  

It was a feeling you knew you don't want to stop. Your heart stammered in your chest in the loudest way possible. "My Y/N," He repeated, lips nuzzling on the side of your neck as he traced circles on your back. The spot he kissed felt so hot and you bit your lip to prevent a sound to escape your lips. He licked a spot on your neck before sucking on it which made you moan. "Fuck, I need you." 

His cursing doesn't help for it became the last straw for your insanity. You quickly unbuttoned his black dress shirt, slowly revealing skin that you failed to see clearly before. Your fingers traced the intricate tattoo on his chest down to his abdomen. You've seen him shirtless before, that night when you both had tea in his house, and you remembered marveling at his lean body. Who would have thought that you'll get a chance to touch him? Maybe that's why your fingers are shaking now. 

You were so drunk with Yuta's scent and the warmth of his skin that you didn't even notice his fingers undoing the zipper on the back of your dress. The air felt cold when the fabric fell on the floor but Yuta's eyes on you were so warm that your body formed goosebumps. Your breasts were now in full view since the stylist asked you not to wear any bra with the dress. "You can stop me if you feel uncomfortable." He claimed and you nodded. "God damn, you're very beautiful." 

Yuta gently pushed you to bed, your dress completely forgotten on the floor. His mouth went from your lips south to your neck then to the exposed skin above your breasts. You don't have those huge mounds like Sophie's but you feel like they're pretty decent and Yuta doesn't have any complaints. His lips moved to the right breast as a breathy moan escaped your lips, his other hand playing with the other breast. This is too much for you to handle. His lips is just so good. When he took the hardened nipple in his mouth, playing it with his tongue, you tugged his hair. It didn't stop him though and just kept on licking your nipple, even moving to the other one. 

Fuck. You wanted to curse out loud but the words can't come out your lips, only explicit sounds. Your stomach was churning, your abdomen suddenly feeling full as if you wanted to pee. "Yuta," you called as he started kissing your stomach. "Yuta." You moaned just as liquid started oozing from your core. Is your period starting again? Or is it that good that you wet the bed? But it feels completely different. Satisfying. Pleasurable. 

The mafia boss only chuckled at the mess you made and you hide your face in embarrassment. "Let me do it again," Your eyes widened in surprise. He's going to do what again? Making you wet the bed? Making you pee on yourself? 

Yuta kissed the inside of your thigh before pulling down your wet underwear. Wait, you wanted to revolt, what is he doing? Why is his face so near your... You screamed when his tongue darted out to give your core a lick. God, what is Yuta doing? And why does it feel so good? "You taste so good." You were surprised. But that is disgusting. You just peed and he was licking your wet vagina now? Yet, you can only moan at how amazing it feels. 

For the second time, you came and Yuta sucked all the liquid you just released. Is sex this dirty? Isn't he disgusted that you peed in his face? "God, you are so sexy." He exclaimed while hovering above you. His fingers caressed your inner thigh before reaching your throbbing core. "You're so wet." He whispered, "Can you still go for another round?"

Another round? Another of this amazing experience? You nodded before you could even think of it. "Can you take two fingers?" Two fingers? In your core? You don't know but you wanted to know.

A gasp escaped your lips when he inserted his forefinger. You've never tried touching yourself before and the closer you ever reached with the sexual experience is your wet dreams of Yuta. Wet dreams that are now a reality. You grabbed his arm when he inserted another finger, moving them inside you. This is such a foreign experience. An experience you never thought would happen especially with Yuta.      

A scream of his name resonated in the room when he hit something inside you. Your lungs felt out of breath, eyes only seeing light, as your body shivered on yet another oozing of liquid from your core. Wait, you heard this before. Sophie shared this experience before. Is this the orgasm she had been talking about? 

Your body was still shaking when Yuta pulled out his fingers from inside you. "Are you alright?" And he had the nerve to ask that? After messing you up like this? "Let's get you cleaned up." Yuta stood up then opened one of the cabinets in the room, taking a white towel. Wait. You're already done? But he didn't even remove his pants. 

"Should I do something for you?" From your vision, you can see the huge bulge in the front of his pants. 

Yuta smiled then shook his head. "I'll take care of this." Sophie said that it will be painful for men to have a hard-on. You should at least do something and repay the pleasure he gave you. "What matters is making you feel good so don't worry about it." He wiped your thighs with the towel then kissed the side of your neck just below your jaw. "I think I pushed you too hard." 

He didn't. But you don't have the energy to tell him that. Are you that tired already? "Stay with me tonight?" You nodded and even that felt like a huge task. If you're going to do this again with Yuta, you had to build some stamina.   

Yuta lay down beside you, "I can't believe you will be the last person I'll see tonight and the first person I'll see tomorrow morning."  He wrapped you in his arms, back facing him. "This must be a dream." He whispered against your ear which sent shivers down your spine. "I don't deserve to be this happy." 

You turned your body so that you were now facing him, smiling warmly. You touched his chest, leaning in to kiss him on the lips. A reminder that he isn't just a dream. An assurance that when you wake up in the morning, you will still be in each other's arms. He pulled you close, placing his lips on you before slipping his tongue and sucking your bottom lip. 

Yuta was catching his breath when he let go of the kiss and his soft voice whispered, 

"I love you, Y/N." 

Chapter Eleven

[itschlorosis]

JUST ONE YESTERDAY - the walking dead

okay, well, hello.

i don’t know if anyone might be interested but i started a fic about the walking dead. yeah ! it’s a daryl dixon x fem!oc, who has a name and a personality :) it’s not a x reader (also an male!oc x fem!oc !)

you can either find it in wattpad or ao3 ! it’s under the same user name as this one : itschlorosis :)) want to remind you that english is not my first language so there might be mistake, i’m sorry ! it would mean a lot if you’d check it out !

i might ad that it’s my birthday today (not trying to bribe you or anything lmao). anyways, i hope you have a great day, evening or whatever :))

little gift, here is a sneak peak of the first chapter :

« － IT HAD BEEN ONE HELL OF A NIGHT. Lexie was exhausted; they had been running for hours, putting as much distance as they could between themselves and the recently overrun military base. Victoire had been crying non-stop; it was nerve-wracking, but Mathias didn’t say anything. Every time Lexie sighed, she received a dirty look. Everybody was on edge, high on adrenaline and fear, and that's how they had run for so long.

Hours before the chaos they found themselves in, the trio—though not truly a trio at that time—was safe and sound at the Atlanta Military Base, the AMB. It was surrounded by protective walls and situated far enough from the city that encounters with the biters were not as common. Life there wasn’t so bad. Lexie spent her time in the infirmary, learning medical procedures. Victoire had her students, whom she taught every day, along with other children present in the camp. Mathias oversaw every run outside of the walls, interviewed newcomers, and prepared expeditions. It was not the best life possible, but it was a calm one, as calm as living through the end of the world could be. Before everything fell apart, they had never interacted; Mathias was the only link between the two women. »

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

WIP Questionnaire

Thanks @buffythevampirelover for the tag! This game looks fun!

Rules: answer as few or as many as you'd like!

1. What was the first part of your wip that you created?

TSP: Lexi was! TSP started out as a school project, and we had to create a character sheet for our first person narrator! That was "Alexia" who is now just "Lexi" (but her full name is still Alexia).

SOTL: The concept! "School for fairy tale characters" was basically it. I got discouraged a bit when I found out this concept already existed, but that didn't mean I couldn't do my own take!

2. If your story was a TV show, what would the theme song/intro be?

My favorite types of intros for TV shows are original theme songs or very catchy instrumental music. 30-60 seconds is a good length. I'd hope that for TSP and SOTL. Hope this isn't a cop-out.

3. Who are your favourite characters you've made? Why?

TSP: My favorite characters to write for are Lexi, Gwen, Akash, Robbie, and Carmen. Lexi because the arc I gave her is an exaggerated version of something that speaks a lot to me. Gwen because I wasn't expecting her to be as interesting as she ended up being planned to be. Robbie and Akash because of how funny and sweet their dynamic is. Yes, I love them separately, but they're a package set. Carmen because she's just so damn interesting I love studying her under a microscope.

SOTL: I am barely into writing it, but it's Jack at the moment. Shocker, he has three chapters while Tierney and Úrsula have one each! But the reason is that he is average at everything, but he doesn't let that get him down! He's funny and relatable and a dork.

4. What other pieces of media do you think would share a fan base for your story?

TSP: Hm, good question. The only thing coming to mind right now is Young Justice (the cartoon). Starts out with this fun group of kids, becomes extremely dark. Ensemble cast. Sneaking around. Superpowers. Fight scenes. Drama.

SOTL: Insert fairy tale retelling here.

5. What has been your biggest struggle with your wip?

TSP: Juggling everything. The world building, I guess. Making all the characters distinct was something I struggled at for a while, but I'm getting much better at it. Trying to figure out how the world works is challenging, but I am having fun. But juggling all the moving parts to make it cohesive is a challenge.

SOTL: What is plot?!! Also battling my ambition to do every fairy tale ever. I'm gonna have to make a lot of background characters that will get their own side stories separate from the main series to get all that I want. I probably will do that.

6. Are there any animals in your story? Talk about them!

TSP: Yep! Alium has a lot of fantasy creatures, animal hybrids, and fun things I just made up. Custos the dragon is the only truly prominent one right now. He's a blue fire dragon and is adorable. I also have kitsunes. Animal hybrids include unibison, ferretsnakes, cowyotes, beaverducks. Things I made up include the elemental foxes and blue hedgehogs.

SOTL: Hofiwi is an anthropomorphic bear! She was cursed to be anthropomorphic, this is not a normal thing in this world. I love her and she's just planned at the moment. Can't wait to do more.

7. How do your characters get around? (ex: trains, horses, cars, dragons, etc.)

TSP: Hovercrafts, dragons, teleporting, trains, and some other power-based travel

SOTL: I'm still figuring this out no one has gone anywhere yet. Dragons or carriages would be cool. Maybe I can mix them with something modern to fit the setting.

8. What part of your wip are you working on rn?

TSP: World building! Specifically the power database since that will be the backbone for everything.

SOTL: Reading fairy tales... I need to do that more

9. What aspects (tropes, maybe?) of your wip do you think will draw people in?

TSP: Powers, diverse cast, queer/disability rep

SOTL: same as TSP but fairy tales!

10. What are your hopes for your wip?

If I see one (1) fanart between either my life will be complete.

This was fun!

Softly tagging @mk-writes-stuff @jezifster @blind-the-winds @little-peril-stories @sleepywriter00 @mysticstarlightduck @sarahlizziewrites @writernopal @gottestod-writes + anyone who wants to join!

TSP intro

TSP tag list (ask to be +/-): @thepeculiarbird @illarian-rambling @televisionjester @finchwrites - giving a slightly harder nudge than usual cause I really want to see what y'all have to say! Still optional obviously

Blanks below the cut!

1. What was the first part of your wip that you created?

2. If your story was a TV show, what would the theme song/intro be?

3. Who are your favourite characters you've made? Why?

4. What other pieces of media do you think would share a fan base for your story?

5. What has been your biggest struggle with your wip?

6. Are there any animals in your story? Talk about them!

7. How do your characters get around? (ex: trains, horses, cars, dragons, etc.)

8. What part of your wip are you working on rn?

9. What aspects (tropes, maybe?) of your wip do you think will draw people in?

10. What are your hopes for your wip?

[dragonairice]

LOWKEY BEEN INSPIRED BY @not-sure-what-im-feeling s AWESOME OCS AND LORE (Go check them out)

And it inspired me to talk about MY ocs :D

I mention in passing that I am in fact writing a novel, but I try to avoid saying too much to prevent spoilers buuuuut I think I can keep it vague enough while still rambling <3

The novel (technically a novella) is called 'The Shadow Walker' and here's a draft of a blurb:

With no friends, an absent mom, an abusive dad, and a shadow that inexplicably went missing; Nicholas Walker is convinced his life couldn’t possibly get any worse. But everything changes when he meets something (or someone) who may or may not want him dead.

(Not the best but again it;s a draft)

ANYWAY THIS IS MY BOY NICHOLAS

He's 12 years old and a selective mute and my scrungliest little blorbo who experiences the horrors™. He doesn't have any friends, is neglected by his parents, and all in all has a bad time before the book starts :(

The only source of healthy food in the house (he borrows money from his dad and goes to the store alone) but is severely malnourished from eating nothing more than reheated takeout his dad left in the fridge. Nick doesn't talk verbally unless it's to his dad (out of necessity) and otherwise converses in ASL (which I'm learning for this book <3). Loves pretty buildings and stargazing, has a dream of visiting things like Notre Dame and the colloseum some day and is fascinated by architecture. I just realised that this kid would adore Minecraft but anyway after things get better for him he's given Lego models of like the eiffel tower and he loves them :)

Gonna stop before I spend the entire post talking about my boy and move onto

HIS MOMM

You know that thing that's like, "Not a bad person, just a bad parent"? Yeah. That's her. She ran away from her abusive boyfriend and left Nick behind out of fear, since she didn't know if she could survive by herself, much less with a child in tow. She ends up leaving with her best friend and they travel around the world a lot for their job. They're a musician who plays back up for bands in different places and Rachel ends up learning to play some stuff too after watching them for so long. The two end up dating at some point and they've been together ever since. Rachel still sends Nicholas a postcard every time she travels to a new place, but she doesn't have the courage to actually see him in person yet. Also fun fact. She's descended from a woman who was killed for being a 'witch' during the salem trials. This is relevant to the story :3

Do I have to talk about his dad??? Ughhhhh fine

This is Gregory Walker. I hate him. bye.

Not but fr, he's a terrible father. Works at a convenience store and his co-workers fear him. Lives off of take-out and instant ramen, never checks on his son. Spends all his money gambling and buying alchohol. Literally would not notice if he missed an entire month of his life (*cough* foreshadowing *cough*)

ANYWAY ONTO TWO OF MY FAVOURITES

LEXI AND CHELSEAAA

Lexi is a single mom who grew up kinda spoiled and is still figuring out how to raise a kid. Her parents are kinda helpful about it but also she doesn't want to raise Chelsea how she was raised so hgjhrj. Chelsea was orignally planned to be autistic since this entire book is a transparent cover for neurodivergent rep but the version of her in my head is so very ADHD instead. They only show up near the end of the book so I'm still experimenting with them a bit but Lexi is a huge book worm and Chelsea loves unicorns, like, I mean in the 'mythology is cool way' not the 'stereotypical girl behaviour' way. She does love pink things and sparkles though

THERE IS ANOTHER CHARACTER BUT THEY'RE A SPOILERRRR BUT I WILL JUST SAY THEY ARE NOT HUMAN AND ALSO WHAT THE TITLE OF THE BOOK IS TALKING ABOUT

(It's a sentient shadow, that's- do you get the pun in the name- there's three references in it-)

[the-carlos-cow-eyes]

Transfem Juniper Wheeler AU (I’ve actually wrote this and shared it with my friend Lucy 4 months ago, now it shall be shared with you and the world. Also based on the Final Family/season 2 rewrite AU where Juniper lived with Andy in the middle of the woods during the events of season 2 until they get to Lord Incarnate with Lexy and Devon to get Jake out)

The first person Juniper told was Andy during their time alone together in the woods. She managed to keep everything inside for several months but suddenly began struggling with it and tried to isolate herself. Andy, thinking that she was depressed over her mother’s death, tried to talk to her but she kept trying to shut him out. When Andy continued gently pushing, Juniper snapped and everything exploded out of her. She screamed about how she wished she was a boy but she wasn’t and how much it’s been killing her. Almost 15 years of hiding everything spilled out of her and she began hyperventilating and about to spiral into a panic attack when she realized what she had done. But Andy just held her, reassuring Juniper that he wasn’t upset at all, that all he cared about in the world was her being happy. And if being a boy wasn’t making her happy, then she could be whatever she wanted. She struggled through her tears to tell him that she was a girl but Andy was more than fine with it and asked Juniper what she would like to be called instead of Junior. She didn’t have a name set yet, so she began going by “Jun”. After that, whenever Andy had to go on a shopping run, he made sure to buy her more feminine clothes and let Juniper grow out her hair. He sees how happy it makes her to finally be herself, so he’s more than okay with spending all his money on Juniper. 

Aweeeee!! This Is so cute!! We love supportive Andy In this household😌🫶

[jimmystrudel]

Part 2 of ranking 2024 WAG jackets

part 1 & part 3 (and VGK whenever that's posted)

6. Nashville Predators - Emma Barrie’s IG story (thank you @thepassionthatunitesusall for telling me where to find them)

It’s hard to tell what they are made out of but I think it’s fake leather which i don’t like

I do like that they are cream, not white, and that they are embroidered not ironed on patches or graphic t-shirt emblazing

I think these might be my favourite patches quality wise

Overall they are really classic and look comfy but aren’t very original so LA beats them

7. New York Rangers - 1. wagsofrangerstown IG, 2. natoriner23 on tiktok 

 For the first game the WAGs and kids all came in jerseys which is considered a bit of a taboo in the NHL WAG world (idk go watch Lexi’s videos on it) and since they had tons of time to plan this, it felt like a powermove and the full group photos of it are super cute (i love when the babies match)

Also Key’s mom has a jacket and if they have mom/family jackets I will scream, that is so cute

For the jacket itself, this is the only picture of it I’ve seen so idk what the front look like but the back is fine?

I like signatures a lot, they are always cute, but painted, cropped, baggy pleather isn’t interesting and they could have done so much more

8. Washington Capitals - Madison Aube Kubel’s IG

I didn't get great screenshots of this so go to her page if you want to see more

I absolutely hated these when I first saw, thought they were going to be giant pleather monstrosities but then I saw Madison Aube Kubel’s reel of her making her own since she forgot to submit her order on time and they grew on me

They seem like they are made out of a satiny/normal bomber jacket material

This is my favourite of the caps logos and I am glad they used it and the back looks good but I don’t like the giant numbers on the front, you know they are super stiff and you can’t sit down while it is buttoned up without it looking really weird

I don’t love it, I don’t hate it, I just wouldn’t design it

9. Edmonton Oilers - Lauren Kyle’s IG

As previously stated, I don’t like minimalism so they lose a few points, but these really strongly give bad bitch, cool unrealistic tv motorcycle gang

I’m 99% sure they are real leather since they are stiffer and in some close ups you could see skin texture (if it wasn’t obvious I really like real leather)

I like that it is actual stitching, instead of being painted

One personal really big pet peeve is that the c in McDavid should be lowercase

10. Florida Panthers - 1. floridapantherswags IG, found the other on tiktok a few days ago

According to God (Lexi) they have matching pants (seen partially on the right) with the number one of the back pockets, most of the women in the group photo aren’t wearing them so like do they not like their own outfits??

I really like the stitching detail on the back but not having the last name be in that giant open space on their shoulders looks really awkward so they should have put the name there (since they aren’t who they are with since they have numbers) or removed the line of white stitching and made everything else bigger

I also don’t like a baggy jacket if it’s meant to be paired with jeans where the detail is on the butt, like if they were committing to the pants they should have cropped it

I think if they wanted to keep the pants and no last name they should have made vests instead of jackets since the sleeves aren’t doing much

11. Colorado Avalanche -Sussanna Ranta’s IG story

This is the only picture of these that I have seen and they really just look like jackets, nothing special

I tiktok I think I saw something about them having caps that match with the numbers on them but hats are fucking lame

These are just aggressively mid and kind of disappointing

[horsetailcurlers2]

watching grey’s anatomy for the first time after only watching private practice: another long and obnoxious stream of my thoughts while watching (season 8 edition)

-webber is taking the fall!!! i genuinely didn’t see that coming and i totally should have

-now that the dynamics are all really really settled, i’ve been really enjoying christina and alex’s antagonistic brother-sister relationship

-wasn’t webber gonna retire like a bunch of times anyway? why is everyone acting like it’s the end of the world that he’s stepping down

-derek AND meredith are both pissing me off. i know she has abandonment issues and he has trust issues but she just acts like their marriage is something that could end at any moment as if it’s no different from them dating and he acts like everything is black and white and every time somebody breaks his trust they are automatically morally bankrupt and he runs away and ignores the issue until HE deigns that there’s no issue anymore. they both need therapy if they’re gonna fully commit to this marriage.

-MAYFIELD IN 22! richard is so fucking funny for this

-owen comparing his and derek’s situations is ridiculous

-teddy is kind of hot this season

-well now i feel guilty that i made that note in the episode where her husband apparently dies

-meredith saying “if zola takes her first steps while in daycare, i’m gonna kms” is bonkers considering her history

-i love lexie she’s so embarrassing. she’s like me if i was hot

-there’s a big suicide prevention flyer in the background of a scene. am i being paranoid or are they foreshadowing something awful?

-not the first time a woman named adele has made me cry

-owen hunt sucks harder than anyone has ever sucked before

-i don’t hate the if/then episode. it’s fun and interesting. but i think some of the choices they made make absolutely no sense. i get that the point is like “if this variable changed, what would happen” and they just did that w a bunch of variables. but w some of them i’m like… that’s not what would happen tbh.but it’s fun and silly and i like the idea of exploring alternate possibilities

-and the alternate universe weird shaped grey scrubs are so ugly. worse than the orange

-zola is so goddamn cute i can’t stand it

-go off, teddy. get his ass. (idea: me and teddy start a fight club but it’s literally just us ambushing and jumping owen for funsies)

-i can’t talk about owen anymore bc i’m getting way too worked about a pretend man who works in a pretend hospital

-MR FEENEY IS HERE!!!!!

-!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! holy mother of fuck

-one day she will repent for her Shonda Crimes

[ladylooch]

Lady Looch AUs

Kevin Fiala X Sam Stalock

Sam and Kevin begin a secret relationship after his trade to Minnesota from Nashville. Sam's older brother, Alex, requests his little sister to steer clear of his newest teammate.

Blog Tag: Letters in your last name AU | Series Page | Pinterest Board

Nico Hischier X Lexi

Nico and Lexi live in the same New Jersey apartment building. Their friendship quickly turns into something more. Lexi is the perfect balance of fun and practicality to the serious and sexy New Jersey Devils captain.

Blog Tag: What my world spins around au | Series Page | Pinterest Board

Timo Meier X Emma Hischier

Nico Hischier's sister, Emma, finds herself in sinful cahoots with a different Devil.

Blog Tag: TM: Loving & Leaving | Series Page | Pinterest Board

Lucie Hischier X Connor Wood (from Lio & Lucie)

Lucie Hischer and Connor Wood were destined to fall in love with each other. Tropes on tropes of romance novels that Lucie grew up reading about have her first year in NYU finishing with a bang. Literally. Her and Connor rush through life, trying to manage school, being semi-famous and the tempting desire to play house. Things get real quickly for our two risk taking love birds when Connor is traded and Lucie ends up pregnant.

Blog Tag: Lucie X Connor (also see Lio & Lucie) | Series Page | Pinterest Board

Lio Meier X Savannah Miller (from Lio & Lucie)

Lio Meier likes two things for most of his adult like- hockey and women. After being drafted first overall, he made a long-term commitment to hockey in New Jersey, but runs away from committing to women like his ass is on fire. Until Savannah Miller starts working for his team. There are bumps along the way, but even before Lio can accept it, he feels like Savannah is endgame. Now all he has to do is lose everything to get her back.

Blog Tag: Lio x Savannah (also see Lio & Lucie) | Series Page | Pinterest Board

Liv Meier X Luca Fiala

Liv Meier grew up in a complex position as the middle child and the only daughter in her family of 6. She was a self-proclaimed wall flower until Luca Fiala came home to his roots to train for his sophomore NHL season. Watch as a summer fling turns into their perfect forever.

Blog Tag: Liv X Luca | Series Page | Pinterest Board

Mackenzie Hischier x David Carlson

Mackenzie Hischier grew up as the middle child in a pack of brave and beautiful women. Her heart yearns to travel the world, while touching base back in NYC when she feels like sticking around. David Carlson grew up in a much different life in rural Iowa. But his shot at the show came calling and he is making the most of his one life with the Rangers. Two enemies can't help but become lovers through their witty banter and hot, hot sex.

Blog tag: Mackdavid AU | Series Page Here | Pinterest Board: Here

Inactive AUs

Kailey X Miles Wood

Summary: Starting a new life in Colorado was supposed to be a breeze for two kids from Boston. Until it wasn't.

Blog Tag: Shot in the dark AU | Series Page: here | Pinterest Board

Other useful posts: AU Central (timeline, family tree etc) | All AU Birthdays | When AUs Collide tag |

[kamryn1963]

So Long, London- Chapter 16\30

This chapter is a little late but I've had no motivation at all lately so I'm actually surprised I managed to write it today, haha.

I think I'm going to go down to just updating on Monday's. I was trying for twice a week but with school starting up in a couple weeks for me and having a couple more drafts I want to work on, that's a easier goal for me to hit.

Anyhow, I hope you enjoy this one!

A few hours later Lexi was medically cleared and discharged into Al’s care. She was mostly unresponsive as Al gently guided her to his car. Lexi was still clutching Meredith’s wedding ring and hadn’t said anything since she stopped crying. 

Al had been able to get her to wash her hands and arms and get the blood off, but Lexi had been spaced out that whole process. 

Al had stepped out an hour earlier to call Michelle and update her so she knew what was happening and what to expect. Michelle had told him that she was going to meet a friend so she wasn’t overcrowding Lexi when they got back. 

Al had protested, this was Michelle’s home too and he didn’t want her to feel like she wasn’t welcomed. Michelle had been insistent though and Al eventually agreed once he made sure this friend wasn’t a bad influence or anything. 

Now Al was driving home. Lexi was sitting silently in the passenger seat, one hand holding Al’s and the other fidgeting with Meredith’s ring. Occasionally she looked at him but she never said anything and neither did Al. He’d stay quiet but he was right there for when she was ready to talk. 

Back at Al’s apartment was when Lexi spoke. Al had reheated some leftovers for them to eat and after they both picked at their meals more than eating them, they had settled onto the couch. Al was flipping through the channels finding something to watch for background noise, when Lexi said something. 

“She’s gone”. Lexi’s voice was quiet, distant and hoarse from the sobbing she’d done earlier. 

“She is”. Al replied his voice just as quietly. It was hitting him too. Him and Meredith might’ve recently divorced but they were still married for twenty years. He still had a life with her for so long. She was his whole world for almost half his life. 

“We were arguing. I don’t remember about what. It was stupid. But I- I distracted mom, that’s why we were in an accident. It was my fault”. Lexi sobbed and Al didn’t hesitate before he held his daughter again as she sobbed her cries loud and raw. 

“Hey, hey, breathe Lex. It’s not your fault, not at all, baby. Not at all. The only person at fault here is the drunk driver who hit you guys. You have no fault in this”. Al reassured. A singular tear fell down his face as he heard the words coming out of Lexi’s mouth. 

“It is! Dad, it's my fault. Our last conversation was us yelling at each other, and then- then she was bleeding and blood was coming out of her mouth and- and”. Lexi trailed off as talking became too hard and the sobs took over again. 

Al pulled her against him as another tear fell down his face. God, what had they done to deserve this? What had Lexi, his perfect little girl, done to deserve this. She didn’t deserve to be paying for the sins of her parents. 

“Lexi, listen to me. It’s not your fault, okay? Your mom knew how much you loved her”. Al responded as firmly as he could in that moment. 

Lexi’s sobs died off just enough for her to speak again. She sagged against him, exhaustion and the pain from her injuries taking over. “She said my name, mom said my name right before she died. And your name. There was a smile on her face when she died”. 

Al felt like the air was knocked out of him at that. He wanted to sob himself, figure out how the hell everything has blown up like it did. But he couldn’t. Not until Lexi was okay, until she was asleep. 

“Mom, still loved you”. Lexi said. There were still tears streaming down her face but her sobs had calmed as she looked at her dad. 

“I still loved her”. Al said honestly. He did. He thinks he always would. She was his wife for so long, his first true love. 

Lexi just smiled, her smile was sad and fragile and Al returned it as he leaned against the couch, Lexi still leaning her head against his chest from where she was sitting next to him. 

Lexi eventually headed to her room after reassuring him she was fine and she just needed space. Al knew that was a lie but he didn’t push, just nodded and respected her need for time alone to think. He’d check on her in a bit. 

Al’s phone rang and he sighed as he reached over to turn it off. It had been going off for hours and Al knew his leaving suddenly definitely raised some concerns but he knew he wouldn’t be able to find the words to talk about what had happened yet. 

Michelle got back home two hours later. Al hadn’t moved from his spot on the couch until he heard the front door open and he turned plastering on a fake smile as Michelle entered the apartment. 

“Hey”. Michelle greeted her eyes softening as she got a look at Al before she looked around. 

“Lexi’s in her room. She’s not feeling well right now”. Al replied quietly knowing that’s who Michelle was looking for. Michelle just nodded as she sat next to Al. 

“I’m sorry for your loss”. Michelle said and Al didn’t know what he expected her to say but it wasn’t that. 

Al nodded anyway. He appreciated the words he just didn’t expect them to be aimed at him. Was this his loss? He was the one who divorced Meredith. Maybe if he hadn’t, if Al had stayed around maybe Meredith would still be alive. He didn’t have the right to receive condolences. 

Al lost Meredith long before today. 

That night, Al finally decided to call somebody. He needed to tell somebody what had happened. Needed to burden somebody with his feelings before Al did something he’d regret. Al decided to call Trudy hoping she wouldn’t mind him complaining. He sat back as the phone rang for a minute before Trudy picked up. 

“Alvin? What the hell has been going on?! Trudy demanded as soon as the call connected and Al sighed as he leaned back against his couch and closed his eyes. 

“Meredith’s dead. Her and Lexi got into a car accident, rammed by a drunk driver. Lexi’s okay, thankfully just minor injuries but Meredith died. In Lexi’s arms”. Al’s voice was almost monotone as he filled Trudy in on the day's events. 

The line was silent for several minutes. Trudy was obviously rightfully shocked. Al had kind of dumped everything on her. 

“God, Al I- I’m sorry for your loss”. Trudy finally said and despite Al knowing she meant well, he couldn’t help but let out a bitter laugh. 

“Is it really my loss? Lexi experienced a loss, she lost her mother at only eighteen but I lost Meredith a long time ago”. Al responded and he heard Trudy sigh. 

“Alvin, listen to me carefully. You're allowed to grieve. It doesn’t matter if you and Meredith were divorced. She was still a part of your life for a long time and you're allowed to have feelings because she’s dead”. Damn, Trudy clocked him quickly. 

Al wanted to reply, wanted to argue or tell Trudy how Meredith had said his name as she died, but all he could do was sob. It was quiet, Al didn’t want to wake his kids but Trudy could still hear him. 

“It’s okay. I’m here”. Trudy reassured through the phone. And even though she wasn’t physically there, Al felt just as comforted. 

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

Gilmore Girls OCs ( L-Z )

( A-C ) ( D-K )

Name: Lena LaCosta

Story: My Way / Piece By Piece

Face claim: Rachel Zegler

Name: Levi Bloom

Story: You’re In The Band

Face claim: Owen Patrick Joyner

Love Interest: probable Matt King & Tommy Gilmore

Name: Lexi Danes

Story: Untitled

Face claim: Lily James

Love Interest: Preston Gilmore

Name: Lia Belleville

Story: Found Tonight

Face claim: Ciara Bravo

Love Interest: possible Jess Mariano

Name: Lili Gilmore

Story: Guts

Face claim: Sophia Bush

Love Interest: Tristan Dugray; endgame TBD

Lili Gilmore was just like her sister.  That’s what she’d been told since she was old enough to understand that her mother didn’t mean it as a compliment.  No, to Emily Gilmore there were few insults more biting than comparing her two daughters.  Rebellious, bored, and too clever for her own good, Lili Gilmore was everything that a Hartford heiress shouldn’t be.  Rebellious, bored, clever, and, now, expelled from Chilton.  With no other private school willing to take her, and not quite desperate enough to send her to boarding school, Emily and Richard only have one choice for what to do with their younger problem child – exactly what Lorelai did when she was Lili’s age, in fact.  Send her to Stars Hollow. Lili isn’t particularly bothered by going to public school, she’d never cared for her academics either way.  Aside from less time to spend with her boyfriend, Lili is sure that a small town public school can’t be worse than the suffocating halls of Chilton.  Only there’s no escaping the Gilmore name, and in this particular small town, every single person she meets knows her effortlessly charming older sister and picture perfect niece.  And every single person is watching to see how she measures up.

Name: Livi Ruiz

Story: You’re In The Band

Face claim: Madison Reyes

Love Interest: Esme Gerard

Name: Lorrie Gilmore-Danes

Story: Hey December

Face claim: Mackenzie Foy

Family is complicated; such is the fate of the Lorelai Gilmores, and Lorrie is no different.  She knows that her parents’ relationship has always been complicated — it was complicated before she was born, it was complicated when she was born, and it has been complicated for her entire life.  She knows that her mom has never had an easy relationship with her parents, and her dad’s parents both died before she was born. Her mom is an only child; her dad’s sister managed to join a vegetable cult.  She has two older half-sisters and an older cousin who’s more of a brother, an entire town who helped raise her, parents who always try to put their daughter first, and has never questioned her place in the world. Family is complicated, but Lorrie Gilmore-Danes has never doubted her family’s love for her.  But when she’s fourteen, her grandpa dies and her family is sent into a tailspin.  And for the first time, Lorrie finds herself not knowing where she belongs.

Name: Lottie Donahue-Callisto

Story: Delicate / New Romantics / Coming Of Age

Face claim: Uma Thurman 

Love Interest: Luke Danes

Troy Donahue-Calliso had a plan.  A good plan, at that.  A plan that involved graduating from Chilton at the top of his class, then going to Yale to study political science and international affairs, then going to Yale law, then becoming a lawyer, then senator, and then the youngest President in history.  He liked his plan, it was a good plan.  It left room for the occasional stress relieving hookups with his friends, it accounted for the disdain that he would forever face in Hartford – for his sexuality, for the colour of his skin, for his parents’ divorce, for his father not being from Hartford.  It was the perfect, foolproof plan.  He never planned for the Gilmores.

Name: Lucas Gilmore

Story: The Road Not Taken

Face claim: Timothee Chalamet

Love Interest: Natalie Lister & Brandon Webster

Name: Lucía Davila

Story: Bubblegum Bitch

Face claim: Ester Exposito

Name: Marley Tinsdale

Story: For Forever

Face claim: Dove Cameron

Love Interest: Jess or Logan

Name: Matt King

Story: You’re In The Band

Face claim: Charlie Gillespie

Love Interest: probable Tommy Gilmore & Levi Bloom

Name: Megan Capello

Story: The Road Not Taken

Face claim: Natasha Liu Bordizzo

Name: Natalie Lister

Story: The Road Not Taken

Face claim: Kathryn Newton

Love Interest: Brandon Webster & Lucas Gilmore

Name: Nellie McCrae

Story: Untitled

Face claim: Willa Holland

Name: Paige Huntzberger

Story: In Omnia Paratus

Face claim: Annasophia Robb

Love Interest: Finn & Colin McRae

In omnia paratus. Ready for anything. As the youngest Huntzberger and a future Life-And-Death Brigadier, Paige Huntzberger had always lived by those words. She believed in living life to the fullest, enjoying every moment, and not worrying about the future. But when she starts at Yale, with Logan, Finn, and Colin to guide her into the next stage of her life, Paige finds herself questioning everything she thought she knew about the world.

Name: Preston Gilmore

Story: Untitled

Face claim: Matt Bomer

Love Interest: Lexi Danes

Name: Sage Hall

Story: Thank You For The Music

Face claim: Kaylee Bryant

Love Interest: Jess Mariano or Dave Rygalski

Music was everything to Sage Hall, it always had been. Not only was her dad a musician, but she herself was something of a prodigy.  Playing ten instruments, writing her own songs, and performing at every town event since she was five, all Sage had ever wanted was to be known for her own merits and not as The Troubadour’s daughter.  It seemed hopeless, and Sage was close to resigning herself to only ever being known for her father, when she accidentally crashed into Luke’s newly arrived nephew — a cute troublemaker who only knew her as “that music girl.”

Name: Sam Gleason

Story: Town That Raised Me

Face claim: Sabrina Carpenter

Love Interest: Jess Mariano

Baby number thirteen, and thirteen years younger than the next youngest sibling, calling Sam Gleason’s birth unexpected would be an understatement.  But despite her mom being too checked out to raise another child, and her father having left years ago, Sam was still happy.  Kirk, the youngest of her older brothers, had raised her for most of her life, and everyone in Stars Hollow was happy to help out. Life in Stars Hollow was never boring, but when Rory Gilmore leaves Stars Hollow High to go to prep school in Hartford, Sam finds her town, and her life, changing in ways she had never expected.

Name: Sara “Bijou” Topaz

Story: All That Jazz

Face claim: Hayden Panettiere

Love Interest: Jess Mariano

Name: Sienna Elliot

Story: Untitled

Face claim: Michelle Trachtenberg

Love Interest: past Jess Mariano, Logan Huntzberger

Name: Skye Bloom

Story: You’re In The Band

Face claim: Savannah Lee May

Love Interest: Lane Kim

Name: Sophie Dugray

Story: Tarnished Gold

Face claim: Blake Lively

Love Interest: Logan Huntzberger & Rory Gilmore

Hartford girls should be seen, not heard; pretty, never vain; smart, not a show off; and they should always be compliant with whatever plans their parents made. As the Dugray heiress, Sophie knew this better than anyone. Still, it didn’t stop her from partying until sunrise, flirting with Logan Huntzberger, or even from maintaining a 4.0GPA. But she knew better than to aspire to be anything more than a dinner party hostess running the DAR. Then Rory Gilmore comes to Chilton, a whirlwind of literary references and small town optimism, and for the first time in her life, Sophie finds herself imagining life beyond Hartford Society.

Name: Tommy Gilmore

Story: You’re In The Band

Face claim: Jeremy Shada

Love Interest: probable Matt King & Levi Bloom

Name: Troy Donahue-Callisto

Story: Delicate

Face claim: Taylor Zakhar Perez

Love Interest: Harry Bechtel & @the-witching-ash's Richie Gilmore

Troy Donahue-Calliso had a plan.  A good plan, at that.  A plan that involved graduating from Chilton at the top of his class, then going to Yale to study political science and international affairs, then going to Yale law, then becoming a lawyer, then senator, and then the youngest President in history.  He liked his plan, it was a good plan.  It left room for the occasional stress relieving hookups with his friends, it accounted for the disdain that he would forever face in Hartford – for his sexuality, for the colour of his skin, for his parents’ divorce, for his father not being from Hartford.  It was the perfect, foolproof plan.  He never planned for the Gilmores.

Name: Troy Donahue-Callisto

Story: New Romantics / Coming Of Age

Face claim: Taylor Zakhar Perez

Love Interest: Harry Bechtel

Troy Donahue-Calliso had a plan.  A good plan, at that.  A plan that involved graduating from Chilton at the top of his class, then going to Yale to study political science and international affairs, then going to Yale law, then becoming a lawyer, then senator, and then the youngest President in history.  He liked his plan, it was a good plan.  It left room for the occasional stress relieving hookups with his friends, it accounted for the disdain that he would forever face in Hartford – for his sexuality, for the colour of his skin, for his parents’ divorce, for his father not being from Hartford.  It was the perfect, foolproof plan.  He never planned for the Gilmores.

Name: Vicki St James

Story: Delicate

Face claim: Ellie Bamber

Love Interest: Logan Huntzberger or Dave Rygalski

Troy Donahue-Calliso had a plan.  A good plan, at that.  A plan that involved graduating from Chilton at the top of his class, then going to Yale to study political science and international affairs, then going to Yale law, then becoming a lawyer, then senator, and then the youngest President in history.  He liked his plan, it was a good plan.  It left room for the occasional stress relieving hookups with his friends, it accounted for the disdain that he would forever face in Hartford – for his sexuality, for the colour of his skin, for his parents’ divorce, for his father not being from Hartford.  It was the perfect, foolproof plan.  He never planned for the Gilmores.

Name: Vicki St James

Story: Coming Of Age / New Romantics

Face claim: Ellie Bamber

Love Interest: Logan Huntzberger or Dave Rygalski

Victoria Bechtel.  Josephine St James.  Vicki, Tori, Josie.  Josephine Victoria Bechtel-St James often joked that she had a new name for every new city that she moved to – only, it wasn’t entirely a joke.  Having moved more than twenty times in sixteen years, she was no stranger to starting over, to reinventing herself.  Her own mother had only been in her life long enough to choose her middle name, while her brother’s mother had divorced their father after finding out that he’d had a child with another woman.  Ever since, it had only been the three of them.  In ever city, in every fresh start, they had been there to tether her, to make sure that she would never lose herself in her endless reinventions.  But this time it’s different.  This time, they won’t be there.  This time, Harry is staying in England, in boarding school, and their dad is moving to San Francisco. This time, Vicki alone is moving to Stars Hollow, Connecticut, to live with the mother she’s never known.

Name: Viviana Lozano

Story: Untitled

Face claim: Zion Moreno

Name: Willow Dell

Story: The Road Not Taken

Face claim: Kristine Froseth

Love Interest: Jess Mariano

Willow Dell was nice.  That was the first word that anyone would use to describe her.  She was nice, sweet, friendly, involved, polite.  Bored. Willow Dell was bored.  Her life had been the same for as long as she could remember.  She’d been in the same dance classes since she was three, not for any love of the art but because her godmother taught them; she’d been second to Rory Gilmore in every class since she was five; her now-paid jobs were the same favours she’d been doing around town since she was eight; the only signs that time was passing at all were the marks of her height on the kitchen doorframe and the new cats her mom was always bringing home. Rory Gilmore changing schools is the first time anything in Willow’s life has ever been different, though she’s disappointed to find that it didn’t change things nearly as much as she’d hoped.  She still went to dance classes, she still had the same jobs, she was just the first in her class.  But when Luke’s nephew moves to town, Willow knows that change is in the air.   Willow Dell is nice.  Nice girls offer to show moody new boys around town. Nice girls don’t fall in love with boys like Jess Mariano.