#joscar

[potato-lord-but-not]

ARTHUR LESTER AND HIS THREE BOYFRIENDS DOODLES 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️ okeay weell… half of them are just John and Oscar but w h a t ever

[weremadeofbadcode]

Malevolent fandom.

Hear me out.

Hallelujah by Leonard Cohen

But it's John and Oscar.

[strangerhawke]

I finally finished my Joscar fic!!!! it’s taken like. two months. to finish. but hey. we got there.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57076831

[landoom]

What is going on between Oscar and Jon this weekend 👀

I don't know but I'm pretty sure we had 0 interactions reported before and now this??

Count me interested ;-)

[mayhem24-7forever]

The Jocademy is proud to announce that we (I) have officially awarded the first (physical) Joscar ever!

(Thank you to Lew for humoring me and my silly amateur awards show I care way too much about and spend way too much time and effort on)

[dangerousanchorfury]

Jane e Oscar blindspot

Jane and Oscar.

[hangmanapologist]

Ddoes Mr. Pullman’s PR manager have anything to say about his Joscar win? 🎤

Revoke it until he grows the goatee back ‼️‼️‼️

[dianemillers]

just realized ABC has this livestream going on of older GH episodes (rn it's in 2019) so if you want to relive dawn of day and joscar for some reason... here

[dangerousanchorfury]

Jane e Oscar blindspot ❤️

“You were never really into jazz until we got together. My mother died when I was a kid and her albums are all I really had of her growing up, so…I’d listen to them over and over and they just…they became a part of me. Music was important to me, so it became important to you.”

[strangerhawke]

A monsterfucker Joscar fic, you say...?

👀

yes indeedy!!!!! you can find it here

i also did some art for it while writing it (if you think oscars arm looks vaguely dick like, i promise it was unintentional)

[tyrewear]

oscar joscar piastri you have bewitched my body and soul

[dangerousanchorfury]

Jane e Oscar blindspot ❤️

[mayhem24-7forever]

Thinking about the Joscar award I gave Lew... I feel like a divorced parents and my child went to dad's for the weekend and I'm not getting my court mandated picture updates. Lew if you're somehow reading this, please have someone post a picture of my child so I know he's safe 😂

[mayhem24-7forever]

i'm out here worrying about if my joscar is okay and he's on the beach? smh co-parenting is so hard

[scorpiobox]

JANE AND OSCAR.

[birdsaesthetic]

The Bird in the Tree

Note: It’s time to reveal what these two tattoos mean (my own theory). 1x17 tag.

Jane was shrugging into her jacket, her back to him, when she heard him from across the table murmuringly ask, “Have you had dinner?” 

She turned to face him then. 

“Or not yet?” His face seemed to hold the softest of expressions as he began taking the steps toward her, to which she blinked, once, twice, then shook her head. “No, not yet.”

“What would you like to have, then?” he offered, getting closer, and she shrugged, made an unsure face. “Anything. I don’t mind. Really.”

“Okay,” Oscar said. “You stay here, and I’ll be right back.” He gave her his back and, hastening, he reached the door then disappeared. 

There was only her afterward, accompanied with white noise, waiting as asked, both arms on her sides. And when she checked the time on her cell phone, it was getting later. But she awaited him anyway, killing the time by repetitively touching the core of her new necklace—doing so was already becoming a habit.

He was back in around fifteen minutes, with two plastic bags which held take-out food that smelled so damn good. Stimulating, even. Jane, dragging her feet toward him and the food he brought in, was smiling now, the way one corner of her mouth tilted up whenever she felt affection for something, or someone.

“What’s all that?” she blurted.

“Something I thought you would like,” he replied, as he quickly grabbed one of the boxes and opened it, revealing some sweetened chicken wings; then another two boxes, noodles with some orange sauce; then the last box, mixed boiled vegetables. The two of them were enveloped in a bubble of this spicy, delicious smell as they settled down on the same table they’d been on some time earlier, and began eating. 

“Something I thought you would like,” he replied, as he quickly grabbed one of the boxes and opened it, revealing some sweetened chicken wings; then another two boxes, noodles with some orange sauce; then the last box, mixed boiled vegetables. The two of them were enveloped in a bubble of this spicy, delicious smell as they settled down on the same table they’d been on some time earlier, and began eating. 

“Mmm. This is amazing,” Jane commented, her mouth full of food yet to be chewed. But she was genuinely impressed by this food, though it wasn’t her first time eating Chinese. Oscar looked up from his own take-out box only to say, “It's yakisoba... your favorite.” And then, he noticed her pause, seemingly struggling to swallow the chunk in her mouth. 

“Something wrong?”

She managed to swallow it down, finally. “It's just that, um...,” she tried to explain, “you know more about me than I do.” 

He’d been already looking at her, but by now his look turned into a stare, and she stared right back. “What was I like before all of this?” she asked, deep down hoping that he wouldn’t mentally recoil, because she knew  how much he hated those endless questions of hers. But then he was calm, and she couldn’t believe it when she caught a quick snippet of his chuckle at her question. 

“You were compassionate,” he answered, his lips smiling, his eyes smiling, at which she felt such a great sensation rising in her chest. He continued: “Loyal, patient. So damn stubborn.”

She had to frown for a moment, at the last one. “I'm not that stubborn!” 

“Yeah, said every stubborn person ever,” he retorted, and then again, she saw him chuckle for the second time tonight, to which she couldn’t help but grin herself, and ask some more; she didn’t want to break the momentum they built together so far. “You. What were you like?” 

It was then when he hesitated, outwardly, his teeth scraping over his lower lip, as though the answer would never come—even his hesitation spoke volumes, and so she effortlessly sensed it. “If it makes you uncomfortable, Oscar, then…” The last thing she wanted was to press him into doing anything. Not now. Not like this. 

His name, as she said it, made his heart skip a beat. Oh God, it sounded so welcoming coming from her mouth he almost kissed her on the lips for it.

“No. Not at all,” he mumbled. 

“Okay...” 

Although she still wanted to ask things, say things, she held it back, as challenging as it’d always been, to see him within hand reach, a treasure of information about her and whatever life she had before, and only being able to do a little about it.

They picked through their take-out boxes again, and after a minute, or maybe two, at the sight of that exposed giant tree tattoo in his inner arm, she couldn’t hold it back—it seemed her only chance! “Your tattoo…”

“Yeah?”

“Why a giant tree, though?” she continued, the look in her face amused. 

He shrugged, thoughtful. “It’s… steady, giant, and it can be a home, for birds, for example!”

Jane nodded, then gestured her hand at herself. “Feel free to ask me about any of my tattoos, though I won’t be able to tell you what they mean. There’s so many of them, none of which means anything to me!” She attempted levity, one Oscar didn’t smile at, to which she’d been wishing that he’d, wishing that he’d  laugh, even, and she’d hear the sound of his laughter, for once. But instead he sighed then said, “Well, actually… Yes, I know that there’s one meant something to you.”

Her eyes flew to his. “Which one?” And he could tell that she knew no patience when she inched somewhat toward him. 

“The bird tattoo… You actually wanted that tattoo by choice.”

“I wanted that!” she echoed. 

“You did.”

“Does that mean that… that it has nothing to do with the cases?”

He nodded. “Yeah, it has nothing to do with them. The tattoo is yours.” Ours, he wanted to say. 

“What did it mean to me, then?” she asked, her eyes wide, unwavering, and he sniffed, bit his lips, and looked away. How would he sound like, if he told her that it meant she’d wanted a piece of him, to remain with her forever; that she hadn’t wanted to forget him, even when she was supposed to forget everything she knew, or felt; that she’d been hoping she’d remember him once she saw it, or touched it? How would he sound like, look like, if he told her all that? 

And despite himself, he couldn’t even begin to imagine what she would do or say when she knew—but she wasn’t meant to know this in the first place. God.

“You wanted to, at least, have something of your own, before you left, ” he said, after some time. And it was true, generally speaking. 

She put down the box of food between them,  feeling her insides twist with guilt as she sat there beside him, completely silent. By now she’d figured it out: that memory, that sketch he was working on, that sad look on his face, that engagement ring she passed to him, the dark atmosphere, and the ‘it can be a home, for birds, for example!’ he’d said. It was all because he designed it, the bird tattoo she now had on her neck, to be there forever. It’d been basically his. But then she’d wanted to make it hers. That, eventually, would make it theirs. It sounded so tragic, all that he had to go through because of her, and yet it was only fragments that she remembered so far but not the whole picture. 

“You okay?” He cut through her thought, and she could do nothing but nod to that. Then, he too put down his food, pulled a phone out of his pocket and scrolled down, up, down, then hit play to a sweet song. 

“What’s that?” Jane frowned, but Oscar smiled at her face, helped her get on her feet, wrapped an arm around her middle and began swaying, slow, taking her along with him, as the song played out around them for what seemed like a whole night. 

Note: I mean, please tell me that my theory makes sense: Oscar had the tree tattoo from a long time ago; Rime, on the other hand, had only the navy seal tattoo back then? Before she left, though, she’d wanted a piece of him, something concrete, since she knew she was about to be dropped off at Time Square with nothing—literally nothing. So, she thought that she would throw the bird tattoo of Oscar design among the tattoos—there was really no risk in doing so anyway—though she had to make it special, hence why it’s on her neck, always exposed, a little separate from all the other tattoos. And it showed, that the bird tattoo had never related to any case! Because it’s personal. It’s hers. His. Theirs.