#she is my favorite oc.. love to think about her�� put her in situations..

[shripscapi]

she makes a peculiar Venus

[secretsofafangirll]

you're still my favorite girl

pairing: chris sturniolo x fem!oc

summary: in which chris and isabelle are childhood best friends, who have always had underlying romantic feelings for one another. when chris starts hanging around other girls, isabelle can't help but question their relationship.

tw: talk of insecurity, kind of soft!dom chris, sexual situations but no real smut. mention of fem!oc being "tiny". use of "ma'".

"Come on, Belle," Chris shoots his hand out for her wrist and pulls himself from the couch as she walks away, "You'll have fun, I promise. Madi's gonna be there, Matt and Nick are going. If you're not gonna go for yourself, at least go for them." He pleads staring down at her, fiddling with her fingers.

"No, Chris. I'm sorry, but I'm not going. The last time I went to a party, someone threw up on me and one of Madi's old friends called me ugly, so," She raises her brows at the boy, "I will be staying in the comfort of my bed for the night with Sam and Colby on my screen."

She starts to walk away but Chris reaches out for her again, this time wrapping an arm around her waist hand colliding with her stomach and pulling her back, "Chris!" She giggles as she stumbles, her back coming in contact with his chest.

"Just stay here, B. I'll want to be with you when I get home. Just curl up in my bed and steal my clothes like you always do, hm?" He tickles her ribs and flexes his bicep around her frame.

"Fine," She huffs, throwing her head back against his chest, "but I'm wearing that unicorn, rainbow bullshit hoodie." Putting a finger in the air, she pulls away from his body, and heads for his bedroom.

"Okay, then I'm gonna head over. Be safe. I'll lock the door behind me and don't answer unless it's me, Nick or Matt. Behave." He points and narrows his eyes at me.

"Yes, sir." She jokes, putting her hands behind her back and bowing at the man. His eyes glaze over momentarily and his cool guy act falters for a moment.

"Love you, Belle."

"I love you, Chris." She calls and makes way to his bedroom.

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It's been three and a half hours since Chris left and Isabelle has heard nothing but silence. Not one text or call. She called and texted him several times to ask when he's planning on getting home, as she's getting tired, but he hasn't responded to a single one.

She worries that something bad has happened to him but she knows that Nick and Matt would've called if anything went wrong. While Sam and Colby play quietly in the background of her thoughts, she chomps on her acrylic nails and stares off into space.

Anxious thoughts fill her mind and tiredness threatens to take over. What if he's hurt? What if something happened to Nick and Matt and Chris doesn't have time to tell me? What if Nick and Matt have no idea something is wrong with Chris and he's just suffering all alone with no one aware?

She knows this is the worst thing for her to be doing right now, so to distract herself, she hops out of his bed and saunters into the kitchen to get a glass of water. As she softly pads toward his bedroom door, she hears her phone vibrate against his nightstand. Immediately relief floods her chest and she turns on her heels to run back. She lunges for her phone and is only met with disappointment when she sees that it was just a stupid Instagram notification. But her heart drops when she sees it was Chris who caused the notification in the first place. So he has time to post on Instagram, but not to text his best friend back? Makes total sense!

She reluctantly clicks on the notification to open a story he posted. It's him with one of his other good friends in the influencer space, Paige. He has an arm draped over her shoulders while she curls into his side and blows a fake kiss at his smirking, smug face. The text on the photo reading, My day 1 #1 @paige.

An unfamiliar feeling washes over her. His day one number one? She thinks. What about me? I've known you since kindergarten.

She doesn't know how to describe this feeling. It was like her favorite toy being pried from her hands as a child. Or the spot on the best team in the world being given to someone else. Being given to someone better. Was it jealousy?

No way. She thinks. He's my best friend, I'm not jealous of someone who he's possibly romantically interested in. But when she taps on her profile and sees she also posted a story, she knows exactly what to expect. And boy is she jealous when she sees it.

Paige's post is a different picture. It's a picture of them, back to back. both with sunglasses pointing finger guns at the camera. Nothing's funny about the picture, but Isabelle can't help but laugh. Not at the way they look or the stupid sunglasses, but because Isabelle posted that exact picture of her and Chris not that long ago. She taps through a highlight dedicated to her best friends and two months ago, that exact pose pops up.

Rage courses through her veins. Jealousy and rage flow all throughout her body. You wanna steal my man and my posts? She thinks. And Chris wants to blatantly ignore my attempts to contact him but then be active on social media anyway? Go right ahead.

At this point, she doesn't want to call him or text him. She doesn't even really want to see him at all. Hell, she has half the mind to drive back to her own house and let him find his house empty. But she knows that isn't the right thing to do. So she stays put and tries her best to fall asleep in her best friend's bed.

༺♰༻

Isabella had fallen asleep. Comfortable and warm in Chris hoodie and in his bed. He slowly crept in the front door with Matt and Nick two hours later, careful not to wake the sleeping girl. He signaled with his hand for the two to keep it down as he walked in. Though suddenly, Nick dropped his phone and the smack echoed through the entire house.

Chris' head whips around to Nick with wide eyes "Dude," he whisper shouts, "Shut the fuck up."

Matt and Nick make it to their respective bedroom quickly and quietly, eager to go to sleep after such a long night. Chris, on the other hand, is eager to see his sweet best friend. He ever so carefully pushes down the door handle and cracks the door to see Isabelle sleeping so peacefully on his bed, drowning in his large hoodie she swore she would wear. Her soft breaths making her hair move with every exhale, her small hand resting on the pillow beside her head. He takes a moment to take in her beauty. He can't help it. Chris has always thought she was the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. With her long dark hair and piercing green eyes, he could never deny beauty like that, even if she's his best friend.

He tips toes to his closet and closes the door behind him to change. He peels off his shoes pants and shirts, stripping to his boxers. He doesn't have it in him to shower tonight. After forcing himself to socialize with people he didn't even really like that much, all he wants to do is cuddle with the one person he can never get tired of being around. He quietly exits his closet, grateful that his girl is still asleep. He creeps over to his side of the bed and slides in carefully next to her.

He scoots in closer to her and wraps an arm around her waist pulling her closer to him. He peels the hood from her head and places a loving kiss on the top of it. However, he feels her shift beside him and she pulls her body away from his altogether, leaving no part of her touching him at all, save for his hand which is still tacked on to her waist. When he doesn't take the hint, she reaches behind herself, grabs his hands, and roughly tosses it off of her body.

Chris' brows raise in shock at her rejection and when he reaches out for her again, she scoots even further away, almost falling off the bed.

"Belle," He whispers. No answer. "Belly," He tries again a little louder. Still nothing. "Isabelle," He speaks in a normal speaking voice and places a hand on her hip but she only shrugs him off again and doesn't answer. He props himself up on his elbow stretches his body over hers and turns on the light, "Isabelle Bianca Lavigne, if you don't tell me why you won't let me touch you right now, I swear to god B," He trails off, his voice stern and assertive.

Isabelle finally answers at this, her face bare of any makeup, only covered in sadness and mild insecurity and she turns to face him. His eyes soften slightly at her expression but he maintains composure and control of the situation. He's always had that power over her. And in a strange way, both of them like it more than they should.

"There's nothing to say, I'm just hot." She lies through her teeth, and turns back over.

"Bullshit," He scoffs, "You're in a thick ass sweatshirt, under my heavy ass comforter and turned my fan off. Plus, you're always freezing cold. So try again, Isabelle, and this time, don't lie to me."

"Okay, Chris, if you don't want me to lie," She spits and turns to face him, "I text you five times and I call you six. I leave four voicemails and I even call Matt and yet, I get nothing but radio fucking silence from everyone. Then, my phone buzzes and when I think it's my best friend finally texting me back, I see he's posting on Instagram instead. And not only that," She continues, looking around the room as if there are imaginary cameras around, "He's posting other girls, calling them his number ones, as if his, correct me if I'm wrong, best friend isn't worried sick in his bed, because he won't text her back. So, sue me, if I don't want you to touch me right now, as I'm not feeling very loved." She huffs, rolls back over and turns the light back off.

Chris sits, his mouth agape in silence. She can shut him up real damn fast, it seems. She's never said anything like that to him. He's around other girls all the time and she's never reacted like that before. He blows out a long breath before reaching for her body again. He drapes an arm over her waist and starts to pull her against him again.

She struggles against his strength again but he whispers her name over and over in her ear, sending shivers down her spine. She gives in and relaxes in his grip, "There we go. Relax and let me talk to you, okay? And let me see that face, hm?" He pulls the hood from her head and turns the lamp on once again. There she is. He whispers to himself.

"Is this about Paige?" He questions, turning her onto her back and pulling her impossibly closer to his chest. He brushes her hair out of her face and behind her ear, his hand slipping under the hoodie and onto her bare stomach, his pinky slipping under the waistband of her panties; a habit he had made when she got comfortable enough to sleep without any pants on.

"Christopher," She groans slapping her hands over her face, "It's embarrassing."

"No," He grabs her wrists and pulls her hands from he face, "it's not. She's just a friend, I promise. She wanted to post those for some P.R. bullshit. I barely know her." He swears, looking into her innocent green eyes. His left hand plays with the hair on her forehead and his right hands still lies on her stomach and halfway in her underwear.

"You don't understand, Chris. I already have a hard time being your friend because of your fans. Sometimes I question if any of this is even worth it and then when I see shit like this, other women who just think you're young and sexy, claiming you and shit, it just makes me wonder if I'm really your best friend or if you just keep me around because you feel like you have to. There are so many women who could have, who should have you, but I feel like I'm just keeping you from being happy. Fuck, I mean, I react like this when someone just posts some bullshit about you. It's actually pathetic Chris. And not to mention, Paige is gorgeous. Like, the kind of beautiful you think is made up. Shes blonde and skinny and kind and social and successful, and everything I'm not. Just seeing you with her, looking so happy and so friendly and close. It made me want to tear my skin off, Chris. I've never felt like that before, and it's really scaring me."

Chris looks stunned next to her, his hand frozen on her head and on her waist. He closes his eyes and shakes is head, "Wait back up. One, fuck my fans and what they have to say about you. I love you more than I love any single one of them. Two, you are my best friends. Always have been. No other woman is ever gonna come between that. Third, sure Paige is pretty, but you. Oh, Belle, I call you princess for a reason. You are the most beautiful woman I have seen and I never want to hear you say you aren't, what was it, skinny, kind, social and successful ever again, do you understand?" He grabs her jaw and forces her face on his. She just stares into his eyes and nods like she's under a spell. "You are a goddess to me, Isabelle. If I have to get your name tattooed on my forehead and that promise burned into my skin for you to believe me, I will." He looks down into her eyes once more, his grip still strong on her chiseled jaw.

She leans into his warm body, his bare chest on display for her to touch. She flattens her hand against his left peck and stares into his blue eyes. His right hand moves to the small of her back, his pinky still in her panties. He presses her body into his, pushing her stomach into his groin. The two of them suddenly become very aware of two things: (1) The meaning of the conversation they just had. (2) The lack of clothing both of them have on. Chris clad only in his boxers and her in his sweatshirt with no shirt or bra and a pair of tiny lace panties.

"I don't just love you, Isabelle," He whispers, "I'm in love with you. You're my best girl, always have been. I can meet a thousand girls like Paige and you'll always be my favorite girl."

"You have no idea how long I've waited for you to say that," She sighs, before stretching her neck to meet his, her nose brushing against his.

"God, Isabelle, you're gonna be the death of me", Chris breathes, before roughly pressing his lips against hers. He rolls himself onto his back, with his back pressed against the headboard. He grabs her hips and hoists her over his lap, allowing her to straddle his thighs. She places her hands on his shoulders as his hands roam her tiny body. The kiss is wild and wet as their tongues exchange saliva between them. Isabella involuntarily grinds her hips down into his, but Chris is too caught up in the kiss to notice.

"Tell me, ma', " He breaks the kiss and catches his breath, "Say it. Tell me you love me. I can't keep kissing you if I don't hear you say it."

She leans into his ear and blows a soft breath, causing his body to shudder, "I'm in love with you, Chris. I always have been."

With that, his hands squeeze her waist and his lips are back on hers. The kiss is rough and passionate and insanely sloppy. This time, when Isabelle swivels her hips on his, his breathe hitches and his hands shoot out to stop her, "Baby, baby." He pulls away form the kiss and the loss of suction sounds around the room, "You have no idea how bad I want to fuck you right now, but I'm too tired to fuck you how you deserve. I need you to answer me honestly Princess, will you be able to control yourself if I don't stop now?" He tilts his head. She bites her bottom lip and gives him guilty fuck me eyes, shaking her head. "So do I have to stop?" He questions one more time to be sure.

"I think so," She drops her hands from his shoulders and places them on his thighs behind her, her hips still moving slightly against his grip.

"That's okay. We can go to bed, I can hold you as much as I want. and in the morning, we can figure all of this out and if you're good, I'll fuck as hard and as good as my best girl deserves, how's that sound? Hm?" He questions, running his hands up her waist, teasingly tugging on her panties and letting them snap back every here and there.

"Fine, I guess." She gives in and flops over to her side, off of his lap, turning away from him.

"Ma' ," He chuckles softly, "I'm doing this for you, ya' know kid? I could fuck you right now, but it wouldn't be that good and you know that." He pulls her back over to face him and hikes her thigh over his lap and stomach as he lays down beside her, he head resting on his chest.

"Mhmmm" She hums annoyed and tired, lazily bucking her hips against his literal hip bone and groin.

"Settle, ma', " He whispers gripping her hip tightly and turning off the lamp. The two fall asleep, her hands curled up under her jaw and his hands roaming every inch of the body that will soon belong to him.

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a/n: alright! how do we feel? i definitely got a little carried away and i'm not sure how i feel. let me know please! also, let me know if ya'll want a part 2.

like and reblog pls!!! i need my blog to grow....

all the love, she ☆

part 2 here!!!

[paigebooeckers1]

Maybe, Maybe Not

Paige x fem oc (Amiyah Dalton)

Hey guys! This is the first part to my first fic that I’m actually publishing which is kinda crazy for how long I’ve been reading on here and ao3, or writing and discarding. Idek if anyone will see this, but if you are reading welcome and I hope you enjoy! Depending on how this goes I may or may not write more parts, but yeah this is part one! 🫶🏽

Part 1

“Amiyah! Have you seen that black body suit of mine, like with the open back? I can’t find it anywhere.” My roommate yells at me from our shared bathroom.

“Oh no, definitely not,” I say sheepishly, knowing damn well it’s laying on my bed ready to be worn out tonight.

We’re getting ready to go out, one of us against their will and it certainty isn’t my insufferable best friend, who I just so happen to love enough to agree to go with.

It’s not even that I don’t love the party scene- quite the opposite actually, especially with Jade. But after finding out my ex transferred to UConn this year for football after I pretty much ran away from him, I’ve been trying to avoid the bars or parties like the plague. The thought of seeing him again— drunkenly trying to sneak his hands around my waist and convince me to give him another chance as he has about a dozen times before— it makes me nauseous.

However, I’ve also decided seeing him is inevitable and I’m done hiding from his sorry ass, hence why I’m contently getting ready in my pink Victoria Secret robe, humming along to Playing Games by Summer Walker as I finish up my makeup. I think I enjoy getting ready more than actually leaving the dorm.

Jade suddenly storms into my room, breaking me from my thoughts and making me mess up my brown lip liner in the process. Though I can’t even stifle my laugh as we both stare at the body suit in all its glory, paired with my favorite pair of low rise baggy jeans and my black Jordan 4s as it lays on my bed, waiting to be put on.

“I fuckin knew it, asshole,” not a hint of annoyance in her voice as she says it. “You’re lucky it looks better on you anyways.”

“I love you, too!” I say smiling to myself as she goes back to her spot in the bathroom sink, trying to perfect her lash clusters. I observe myself in my vanity mirror as I put on my last layer of lip gloss, making sure my makeup and curls look better than ever. Although there’s no real occasion, it almost feels like one, like I need to prove myself tonight, and I hate myself for it. I don’t need to prove myself to anyone, especially not Jordan. Even thinking of his name puts me in a bad mood.

I push the thought down, though, knowing it’ll only boost the anxiety I already feel before going pretty much anywhere when I don’t know what to expect. Tonight is about me and my best friend looking good and hopefully getting drunk.

I skip a few songs on my R&B playlist before getting up to get changed, knowing having my outfit on will automatically boost my confidence. Jade is already in the kitchen pouring us pregame shots, so I decide to pick up my pace. She’s clad in a pair of black, baggy cargos and a burgundy cropped tube-top, her belly ring glistening and boho braids reaching just above her ass.

She saunters into my room with the shots in hand, singing along to Practice by Drake that’s blaring from my speaker as she downs the vodka and has her arm raised to give me mine. One thing about Jade is she knows how to get you hyped for a night out. “I don’t know about you, but I’m excited as hell for tonight.” she always says. Jade’s the kind of friend that can mold into any situation you need her for, and I love her for it.

“Me too, honestly,” though I only half mean it. “And we look good. I swear if you bring someone home tonight though, I’ll kill you. That’s the last thing I needa hear.”

“You should know I just go where the wind takes me by now, Amiyah.” she says dismissively. She will most definitely be bringing someone home tonight. “What about you miss ‘I’m too good for everyone?’”

I laugh at this. I don’t have that mentality at all, but I certainly have slowed down when it comes to hook ups and one night stands since my freshman year at UConn. I’m a junior now, but I find it a waste of time. You get wasted, go home with someone, wake up the next morning feeling like shit (physically and mentally), and leave as fast as possible. Having said that, I find it hard to commit to relationships just as much.

“Nope, I just wanna drink tonight, Jade.

You already know.”

“Man you gotta live a little more, and how you gon claim you’re bi but never want to get with anyone, you literally like both!” Jade says jokingly. I can’t help but laugh at the irony of that—it’s very true.

“You should really focus more on yourself, god knows you need to.” I’m of course joking. She flips me off with her acrylic nail before heading to the kitchen to pour us each one more pregame shot.

I throw a few rings on my manicured hands to compliment the tattoos on my fingers, and spray my favorite perfume before leaving my room, making sure to grab my ID and lipgloss filled purse. Jade is already taking her final shot and I join her, the liquor burning my throat while also easing my mind. I take one final look at myself in the large mirror by our door, admiring the way my (Jades) body suit hugs my waist perfectly, the way my jeans hang low and flattering on my hips, my gold jewelry complimenting my brown skin. I feel good.

“You probably shouldn’t look so good if you want to avoid Jordan, Ami.” Jade says with a joking tone, but there’s also meaning behind it. She knows how bad our relationship was, and I think all 5’5 of her would be willing to beat his ass for me.

“Nah, I don’t need to worry about him, he should be scared of seeing me.” And I mean every word, whether I believe it myself or not. I scrunch my curls in the mirror before we head out the door. I feel good. Tonight is going to be good.

Hopefully.

-

Ted’s is packed. I’m not sure exactly what else I was expecting for a Friday night, but it never ceases to amaze me how many college students can fit into such a tiny bar. I instinctively grab Jades elbow as she guides us through the crowded bar so we can order our drinks. Surprisingly, there’s two stools open at the bar, which we rush to. I sit down with a huff and scope out who’s at Ted’s tonight as I order our drinks; a dirty shirley for me and rum and coke for Jade.

“Here you go ladies, they’re on the house,” the bartender says with a wink as he slides us our drinks. I shoot him a toothy grin and thank you. Although flattered, I have to fight back an eye roll. Too many men have egos bigger than themselves, probably thinks he’ll be taking one of us home tonight. I take a sip of the drink, the grenadine hitting my taste buds and it makes me wonder how people could order any other drink. I turn on the barstool to say exactly that to Jade, but she’s already off to the side of the bar talking to a guy she’s been talking to on the football team, Nick or something. Typical.

A wave of self-consciousness hits me sitting at the bar alone, so I go on my phone to distract myself, sipping on my drink and mindlessly scrolling through instagram. That is until I hear that familiar yet dreaded voice calling my name, almost taunting me. I should’ve known. I should’ve told Jade to stay with me.

Fuck.

“Ayy Amiyah. I called your name bout’ 10 times. You too good to talk to me now or sum, baby?” His voice is slurred with alcohol and dripping with cockiness. It makes me sick.

“Don’t fucking call me that, Jordan.” I don’t even look at him as I say with it as much force as possible, though I feel small as he puts a hand on the small of my back, towering over me with a smirk that says ‘I know you still want me.’ It’s gross. I quickly stand up in attempt to leave his presence and find Jade, but he’s faster than I am, like he knew what was going to happen before he even approached me.

His right hand grabs my wrist, the other snaking around my waist. He pulls me into him in attempt to keep me close, so close I can smell the alcohol on his breath as it fans my face. I turn my head away and immediately try to squirm out of his grasp, my free hand trying to push him off of me. Not only to get away from him, but I also can’t let him see any weakness that is forcing itself to break through me.

“Get the fuck off me bro.” I say, finally breaking free from his grasp, feeling the need to disinfect my entire body. I’m floored as Jordan has the audacity to reach for me again. “I don’t know know why you always playing hard to get Ami, just let me take you ho-“

“Yoo, everything good here?” A tall, blonde figure inserts herself between us, one hand holding her drink, the other on his shoulder pushing him back with enough force to cut him off. That’s hot as fuck I think to myself, but my face stays in the same scowl directed toward him. I have to stifle a laugh as he quickly cowers under her, as she probably has a good inch or two on him.

“Oh yeah, man, just tryna talk to my girl here,” he says with a smirk. I swear I see red as the words leave his mouth. We’re done. I left. And he thinks he has the right to call me his girl? Insane.

“Your girl? Well it don’t look like she really wanna talk to you, not gonna lie.” She says it so sternly, I almost feel intimidated and she isn’t even talking to me. As much as I appreciate this girls gesture, I quite literally can’t hold back from telling him off myself.

“‘Your girl’ is actually crazy. I am not your girl, and I am not about to have this conversation with you here. Get the fuck out my face.” I get up in his face, ready to bitch slap the smug look he somehow still has on his face right off.

“Yeah you should probably get the fuck out the bar, actually,” the girl says firmly. I can’t even see her face, but clearly the look on it says more than words because at that, he looks at me, then at the blonde, then to me again. Although it looks like he wants to argue, we all know it won’t get him anywhere, especially in a crowded bar.

He mutters a string of curse words I couldn’t care less about under his breath as he walks toward the exit and I immediately relax, letting out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. Not only is he gone, but hopefully he’ll get the hint and leave me alone. For good. I’m not sure if he thought coming to UConn would win me back, but he’s dead wrong. I’m done falling for his lies, the way he tries to sweet talk me back into his life. It might’ve worked in the past, but not anymore.

I’m broken from my thoughts as the blonde clears her throat behind me, and I suddenly feeling bad for forgetting she was even there, as I still have my back to her as I stare at the exit door. I quickly turn around to thank her for cutting him off, and that’s when I realize I’m face to face with Paige Bueckers.

Paige Bueckers; basketball phenom, campus celebrity, not to mention major whore. It’s annoyingly hard to deny how attractive she is, though— she’s wearing a simple back t-shirt that shows off her biceps, grey sweats hung low on her hips, enough to see the Nike boxers peeking under them. A silver chain decorates her neck and her blonde hair is slicked back into a bun. Her jaw is sharp, her nose perfectly sloped, big blue eyes staring right down into my brown ones, her plump bottom lip jutted out and tied up in a small smile— fuck what was I saying? Oh yeah..her roster is disturbingly long and I personally do not want to be another tally on that list. So, I keep my cool.

“Oh, thanks for that. You didn’t need to, I could’ve handled him,” I say with ease, adjusting the straps of my body suit. I smirk up at her, not missing the way her eyes follow my actions, almost hungrily.

There’s a beat of silence as she’s looking down at me, until she licks her lips. “Oh, yeah don’t worry bout’ it.” She pauses again. “Sooo...is he your boyfriend? Annoying ex?” she says with that infamous smirk. There it is. The cockiness, the charm that pulls every girl she glances at in.

“Ex. More than annoying, though. I’d probably go with crazy, obsessive, dickhead.” I laugh, though it holds little humour.

She laughs, too. “Yeah, I got my fair share of those.” Yeah I don’t doubt it, I think to myself. Her eyes rake over my body and she licks her lips again. It’s taking everything in me not to look at them.

“So what’s your name, ma?” The nickname rolls off her tongue like she’s said it hundreds of times before, though it does have more than an effect on me than it should.

“Amiyah.” Despite the feeling in my stomach, my tone remains casual, sultry, even. I can see I’m having some kind of effect on her, which boosts my confidence slightly. “And you are…”

“I’m Paige,” Her cocky expression falters slightly, yet she still holds hold her hand out, smiling. I let out a real laugh, but accept the handshake regardless. As if I don’t already know exactly who she is, and as if she doesn’t know I do. “I know your name, basketball star. You gon’ give me your autograph or what?” She’s still holding my manicured hand, thumb brushing over one of the tattoos on my fingers before dropping it. Fuck.

“Amiyah…” she drags out the last syllable before continuing. “Pretty name, pretty face, and a sense of humor? I feel like I needa buy you a drink.” She flashes me a genuine smile. I think about it for a moment, I really do. But I also remember my goal for tonight, and I’m not about to change my mind for Paige Bueckers. Though it’s very hard to do so as her blue eyes bore into my brown ones, making my 5’4 feel much shorter.

“I’m flattered, but no thank you. I gotta find my friend she’s probably looking for me. Plus, I already got one, see?” I grab my dirty shirley, only remembering it’s sitting beside me on the bar when I reach for my purse to leave and collect Jade.

“Dirty shirley, you got taste, huh?” She says as she stirs her own. Her voice is casual, yet laced with something I can’t put a finger on.

“Yeah, can’t go wrong, right?” I don’t even wait for her response. “Well thanks again for helping me, I appreciate it.” I give her a quick smile.

“Yeah, yeah no problem.” She says casually, rubbing the back of her neck. I can read her expression, though, and it’s telling me that she’s thrown off. That her streak of buying a pretty girl a drink and taking her home to do god knows what else is broken. I almost feel proud.

“See you around, Paige.” I don’t wait for a response before leaving her at the bar, forgetting my drink in the process but I can’t find it in me to care. I need to get out of her presence before I actually fold. I easily find Jade, looking not very happy, and not very sober.

“Let’s leave, I’m sick of tonight.” Her voice is slurred, and I can’t help but laugh. I’ve dealt with one too many emotional, drunken Jade moments that I’m sure it’s about Nick. I don’t even argue her, wanting nothing more than to take my makeup and jeans off and go to bed at this point.

As we’re walking out, I quickly glance back at the bar at see Paige still there. She’s sitting now, sipping on her own dirty shirley with a tight-lipped smile. Her teammates, Jana, Ice, and Kk, are laughing at her, like they’re teasing her. I can’t help but wonder if it’s about the interaction she just had with me. Were they watching her, waiting to see if she’d score a catch? I laugh to myself, glad I was able to give them a different ending to a show they probably see way too often. I’m sure she’ll find someone else in no time.

Luckily the walk back to our apartment is short. Jade is mumbling in annoyance, half to me, half to herself, something about leaving so soon and cutting it off with her boy-toy who she’ll most likely be back to soon enough. I tune her out; for some reason I can’t stop thinking about Paige. How she looked at me, like I was the only girl in that bar. I force the thoughts away though, knowing exactly how the night would’ve ended if it had gone another way. I’d be one more tally on her list of girls to say she’s got with to only forget about two days later.

I hate being vulnerable, so I avoid it at all costs. Maybe that’s why I avoid intimacy, whether it’s for one night or one year. Maybe that’s why I have raging trust issues. Who knows, I don’t want to find out and I don’t need to either. Not now, at least.

“Next time, you’re coming with me again whether you like it or not, and you’re having fun!” Jade says to me, trying to serious, but I only laugh at the slur of her words, as she had much more to drink than me tonight. I decide to hold off on telling her about my events tonight until the morning. “Ion wanna hear nooo excuses missy!”

“Yeah yeah Jade, go to bed babe.” I say as we finally reach our apartment, slipping inside and locking the door. I retreat to the comfort of my bed where I’m left alone with my thoughts. Maybe I want to go next time, maybe I want to see what happens.

Maybe.

-

“Amiyah, you’ve got to be joking…you’re joking right?” Jade’s deadpanning me, her voice sounding genuinely angry. I feel like I’m coming out to my mother again. We’re sitting on my bed, the morning sun peeking through my half shut curtains, iced coffees we picked up from the campus cafe in our hands.

“What? I don’t see what’s wrong here.”

“You telling me Paige Bueckers eye fucked you, shook your hand, offered to bye you a drink…and you said… no?” She’s laughing, almost to herself. “You’re unbelievable. This is what I’m talking about. That woman is every girls dream, and you shut her down like some random guy. You’re even too good for Paige Bueckers. I can’t-” I cut her off before she can continue her rant, much too passionate about this whole situation for a girl who’s supposedly straight.

“Personally I think you’re being very dramatic. She just wanted to hit and dip, that’s what she does and everyone knows it.” I sip my coffee, simply wanting to be done with this conversation.

“Oh okay, so if, like, Drew Starkey was at that bar, asked to buy you a drink and take you home, would you say no?” I let out a loud laugh, partly because of how passionate she is being about this, partly because she compared Paige Bueckers to Drew Starkey. Did I say Paige wasn’t absolutely gorgeous? No. I just don’t need to be another trophy on her case.

“I’m not answering that, Jade. This is about my dignity, not my attraction. I’m done with this conversation and I think you should be too.” I shake my head lightheartedly as I get up and head to the bathroom, taking my curly hair out of its bun and shaking it out. “If anything, let’s talk about your horrible taste in men. Nick? Really? First of all ew, second of all he seems like a dick.”

“Shut up Ami, he’s not that bad. And he’s funny! Don’t worry, he knows where home is.” We both laugh at that, because somehow Jade always does lure them back in somehow. She fails to mention my pretty bad track record of relationships. Jordan, on and off since senior year of high school turned crazy ex.

Olivia, my best friend, sophomore to senior year of high school.(do not recommend best friend to girlfriend pipeline)

And then there’s my very concerning list of hookups, which Paige did not need to be apart of to make for another traumatic story. Nope. Don’t even like the thought of how her hands would feel around waist, how her lips would feel…Not at all.

And that’s final.

-

Paige’s POV

“Girl boo, do not even lie right now, lying is a major sin. Do you want to go hell? I did NOT think so!” Kk is practically screaming at me. It’s been two days since the bar, and she’s felt the need to tell pretty much everyone in her path, including all of our teammates, about my interaction with Amiyah. Hell, I think she even told CD. So what? She said no to me buying her a drink. That happens. It’s not a big deal.

“I swear I had to walk over to you after she left, pick your jaw up off the floor and put it back in your mouth, Paige.” Ice chimes in now. Okay maybe it is a big deal. Maybe my ego is a little bruised. I couldn’t help but falter when she declined my offer, especially after saving her from that douche who was basically assaulting her in the middle of the bar.

“Alright, alright chill. Y’all are reaching now. It’s literally just a drink.”

“Okay. Then if it’s just a drink, why were you sulking for the rest of the night, and this morning? You literally are right now!” Jana says, and I’m suddenly aware of my hunched posture and furrowed eyebrows. I don’t even answer her question. Not only do I really think it’s not worth talking about, but I also don’t have an answer. Sure, I could blame it on the fact that I don’t think I’ve ever been rejected like that, so casually like she had anything better to do. But even then, usually I’d go find another girl to talk to, to take home, to fill some kind of void I constantly felt. But I didn’t even want to.

There’s something about Amiyah. The way her big brown eyes stared up at me like she was trying to figure me out, but saw right through me at the same time. Her plump lips, the dimple she had on her left cheek when she smirked at me. The small freckles that lined her nose paired with a gold septum, the curve and sway of her hips when she walked away. Or maybe it’s the confidence she had, the drawl in her voice, way she didn’t seem fazed by anything— me, her ex, the whole situation. She just wanted to find her friend. It made me want to get to know her more. It drew me in.

So now I’m here, getting it rubbed in by my friends as we sit in the living room of me, Jana and Allies apartment.

“I’m bouta kick all of you out, for real.” I say, not even really joking. It’s late and I have class in the morning, though I can’t even remember what it is. I think I’ve been maybe 3 times this year. (super senior things, chill)

“We heading out anyways, academic weapon things. Oh, and go take a shower, your attitude stinks!” Kk and Ice filter out of the dorm, leaving just Allie, Jana and I, their calmer presence lowering my blood pressure. It’s silent for a moment, as Jana’s already in bed and Allie is making some snack.

“Do you really like her or something? What’s really got you so bothered, P?” Allie quietly asks me from the kitchen as I’m getting up to head to my room. She seems genuinely concerned and it confuses me. Am I really being that weird? I guess I am, I don’t think I’ve stopped replaying the interaction with Amiyah in my head since it happened. I think three separate girls texted me today asking if I wanted to hangout, and I haven’t even bothered to open any of them.

“Nah it’s chill I’m like, over it. Thanks though, Allie.” I’m almost trying to convince myself. She nods in response and I shut my door, plopping onto my bed. My hands run down my face in frustration before opening my phone to mindlessly scroll on instagram, still thinking about the interaction. Was I weird with her? Should I have butted into her and that guys argument? Did I ask stupid questions? That one I can answer; asking for her name.

Amiyah Dalton. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t know who she was before I came up to her. I’ve seen her around campus, though she’s very hard to miss. It’s like she’s constantly glowing, her smile lighting up any room she walks into. At the same time, she also has this mysterious energy, like no one actually ever knows what’s going on in her head. Maybe I see through her because I’m the same way, but that doesn’t matter. I’ve heard murmurs about her through mutual friends, girls and guys saying they’ve hooked up with her and hardly ever heard from her again.

Maybe I’m this bothered because I thought I could be different, like I could take her home and prove that I am. But I didn’t even get to do that after she basically brushed me to the side. I feel like I need to prove myself to her. Yeah, that’s all. I just need one night, one taste of her and I’ll be fine.

I’m broken out of my trance when her instagram comes up on my feed as “suggested for you.” Real funny. My fingers seem to have a mind of their own as they click on her profile. I spend more time than I’d like to admit on there, intently looking at each post, wanting nothing more than to like, comment and favorite every one. My thumb even hovers over the follow button for about 5 minutes before I decide against it. She probably already thinks I’m weird, I shouldn’t…but what if I shoot my shot and she notices me? Nah she’d proba- Am I really think this hard about a fucking instagram page? Maybe. Am I going to bag this woman? Yes.

Well, maybe.

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hi bb we're literally on the phone rn but im thinking about reader and how disappointed she'd be when her and the guys get to the base in London 😔

where are the trees? and the caves? where are the wandering tourists she can feast on? she's been happily eating exotic fruits on her island in brazil for decades and now shes forced to help these big nasty mortal brutes on their suicide missions. omg she's so so upset with her situation and hates that shes a woman of her word.

and to make it worse?? price won't even let her eat the new recruits or the men they hold hostage :((( not even a nibble. he's such a mean old man :(( like hows a girl supposed to get some nutrients around here? it's okay she might just eat johnny one day :)

i also made a moodboard?? for xoana cus she's one of my favorite ocs you've made. love you byeee

omg guys i have the best partner everrrr 🥹🥹

read wild woman for context

she is highly disappointed with the living conditions of the base. its smelly, loud, and unfortunately littered with men who are very interested in 141s newest member. thankfully the reader has very weird and off putting energy in like a sexy way ofc that causes them not to approach and those that do are quickly sent away with their tail between their legs when her eyes slit and she snarls at them like a caged animal. which price or kyle quickly show their disappointment in her behavior leaving her huffy. johnny and simon will it wholeheartedly encourage it though.

i can just imagine ghost taking her by the back of the neck like a scolded kitten when he catches her luring in a new recruit. just as shes about to take a bite he swooping in "we told you no eating." carrying her away while she snarls and curses.

on the topic of food she's not impressed by it but she does get free rain missions, killing as many as she can and making their jobs easier and she does get hostages sometimes. only the ones that choose to be extra difficult.

and poor johnny he knows no peace with her around but he doesn't wanna be saved.

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WHEREVER YOU ARE✩༶‧˚

GENRE + T/W: sfw, fluff, angst. WORD COUNT: 3.6k words. TAGS: satoru gojo x fem!oc, established couple. adoptedkiddo! tsumiki.

SYNOPSIS: tsumiki wants to study abroad for high school, but satoru gojo is against it. will satoru let tsumiki go? AUTHOR'S NOTE: ***manga spoilers*** because of what happened to tsumiki in the manga, i decided to write a more wholesome version of what i would think tsumiki would've wanted to do. she is going to make small appearances and still have her name mentioned in my future fics, but this is dedicated to her. and because i think satoru loved having her as his child 💚 REMINDER: if you want to imagine yourself in oc gojo girlfriend's character descriptions instead, please do!

you sat down on the couch, “satoru, we need to talk.”

“i swear, babe, it wasn’t megumi’s fault.” he stared at you innocently with his hands raised.

“megumi?” you looked at him, brows furrowed and confused, “no, babe, we need to talk about tsumiki.”

satoru sighed in relief, glad he didn’t get himself in trouble. he didn’t want you to find out about megumi getting sent to the principal’s office for fighting at school today. that was another lecture for another day.

“what’s going on with my favorite child?” satoru joked, putting his arm around your shoulder.

you explained the situation to satoru, “now that tsumiki is graduating middle school, we had a grown adult talk about her future plans. she told me she wants to study abroad for high school. she wants to learn english so she can teach kids here in japan after she graduates.”

“absolutely not. she’s staying here.” satoru said without even thinking. no reasoning to support his decision.

“but babe, i think it’s a good idea. she’s 15 and starting high school next year. there are good study abroad programs out there. and it's great to live in country of the language you want to the learn.” you said, trying to justify tsumiki’s decision to satoru.

“no, (y/n).” he said sternly. since when did he ever directly call you by your first name instead of a petname? and since when did he want to play patriarch? you were usually the shot-caller in this household.

it was time for the back up plan if all else failed. kisses. you grabbed satoru’s hand and peppered it with your soft lips. “please? for me and tsumiki?”

he looked at you and took his hand away. you stared back at him in disbelief, “satoru gojo, what is your problem today?” even the government name didn’t make him flinch like it usually did.

he never acted like this, even when he disagreed with you, he was usually calm and rational. he would have data and reasons to back up his decisions, but not today.

“i just don’t think a 15 year old girl needs to go study abroad in another country without her guardians.” he said bitterly, “and that’s final.”

he removed his hand from your thigh and got up from the couch, leaving you alone in the living room as he made his way to the patio to join catoru in the sun. your jaw dropped. what was wrong with him today?

later that night: tsumiki's room

“(y/n), did you ask gojo-sensei if i can study abroad?” tsumiki asked curiously as you towel dried her long brown hair for her. she had spent the last week convincing you about letting her attend a private academy in california, and you were totally on board with it until satoru shot you down earlier today.

“i did… he wasn’t too happy to hear what i had to say though.” you frowned at her. she looked at you with sad eyes.

“what did he say?”

“he thinks that you’re too young to study abroad and that you should stay here in japan with us.”

“i’m not a baby, (y/n).” tsumiki said, “why can’t gojo-sensei see that i can take care of myself?”

you thought out loud, “maybe because you’re his little girl... his partner in crime. he doesn’t want to lose that. you know what a softie he is.”

“yeah, but it’s not like i'll be gone forever! i can come home for the semester breaks and i’ll always have my cell phone with me!”

“i know, sweetheart. coming from how i grew up, i think this would be a great experience for you.” you commented as you thought about how you wanted to attend jujutsu high instead of being homeschooled when you were tsumiki’s age. (read ‘love at first fight’ here)

tsumiki sighed in defeat, “can’t you give him a kiss or something? he never says no to you.”

“believe me, i tried.” you chuckled, “he pushed me away and said no.” you and tsumiki both knew satoru gojo's weaknesses.

“what?!” tsumiki gasped, “that man is so obsessed with you and he did what?!”

“i know, that’s the last time he’ll be getting any kisses from me.” you stated, sitting down on her bed.

“well, that’s just mean.” satoru interrupted your girls only conversation. his tall frame leaning against tsumiki's bedroom door, arms folded.

tsumiki smiled, “oh, hi gojo-sensei!”

“hi tsumiki.” satoru greeted her, sitting down on her bed next to you. tsumiki sat on the floor. “(y/n) says you have something you wanted to talk to me about.”

"oh... yes!" tsumiki nervously laughed, scratching the back of her head. "well, since i'm graduating middle school, i wanted to ask you and (y/n) if i can attend this boarding school in california. it's called e.f. academy."

"okay, if you're going to go this far away, you're going to have to convince me. so tell me more." satoru encouraged her.

"well..." tsumiki started to word vomit, "it's a private high school academy with small classes. they have a lot of extra curricular activities and travel opportunities. they'll prepare me for college. they have advisors that i can talk to if we need anything..."

"tsumiki, can't you do all of this here? why do you have to go so far away?" satoru asked. this was his way of being 'reasonable'. he was starting to ask questions so he could make the best decision.

tsumiki was smart and calculated, just as you and satoru raised her to be. she started her rebuttal, "you and (y/n) have always taught me and megumi that we are not going to grow if we don't step out of our comfort zone. you even told megumi to be greedier, so this is me being greedy."

satoru nodded his head, "okay. give me a week to think about it. don't bother (y/n) and don't ask her to give me kisses because that's unfair."

you smiled as you watched satoru and tsumiki talk. they were really a father-daughter duo, partners in crime, two peas in a pod. you missed the days where your 6 year old adopted daughter used to keep your 18 year old boyfriend in check.

"really? you'll really think about it?" tsumiki asked satoru with a hopeful gleam in her eye.

"yes. i promise." he answered.

tsumiki stuck out her pinky as satoru laughed. he intertwined his pinky with hers, both of them kissing their pinkies to seal the deal. (read 'pinky promises' here)

one week later: satoru's office

satoru knew that he only had one week to make a decision that would change his life and ultimately, tsumiki's life. megumi and you were all for tsumiki studying abroad, while he was the only one against it.

"she's the only one that doesn't have cursed energy. she can't see curses and she can't attend jujutsu high with us." megumi's comment ran through satoru's mind. it was true, being the only one who couldn't see curses or practice jujutsu in the family could feel alien. but tsumiki never expressed that she felt alone.

satoru sighed while he sat in his expensive office chair. he knew that he was going to have to give tsumiki an answer today. he still wanted to say no, but his heart knew the right decision was to say yes and let her be free to be her own person.

he heard a knock on his office door. the four signature knocks signaling it was you (or him). ten years later, that has never changed.

"gojo-sensei?" your saccharine voice called out for him as you opened his door.

he greeted you with a bright flashy smile, "i love it when you call me that."

you rolled your emerald green eyes at him as you made your way towards his desk, sitting against it. "did you make a decision yet?"

"i'm thinking about it." he mused.

"you know our baby girl is waiting for an answer. she's at cheer practice right now, so she should be home at 6 today." you commented.

"let me take one last walk and i promise i'll be home on time for dinner." satoru huffed. you leaned down to kiss him before heading back to your office. he grabbed your hand, stopping you.

"wait, can i get another kiss?" he requested with a shit-eating grin.

your radiant laugh filled his office. he peeked one of his shiny blue eyes out of his blindfold. you turned back around to grab his chin with your hand.

"see you at home." you whispered, kissing him again fervently.

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satoru decided to take the long way home instead of teleporting. he wanted the last couple hours to himself to think.

why was he so against tsumiki studying abroad? he thought about the conversation he had with you last night.

"i think you have abandonment issues, satoru. that's why you won't let tsumiki leave japan." you realized as he pulled you closer to him in bed, your gentle hand resting against his bare chest.

"hmmm. you think so?" he mumbled, pulling your chin up for a sweet peck on the lips.

"i know so."

abandonment. the first person who came to satoru's mind was suguru geto, his bestfriend. the original partner in crime. a person who he loved and cared about til' this day.

"losing suguru really changed you, babe. and that's okay. you've become a better man because of it." you said softly.

"i guess you're right." satoru acknowledged. he sighed deeply and closed his eyes. he felt your delicate breathing against his skin as he fell asleep.

it was true, what you had said. satoru didn't want to be left behind again. even though he knew that tsumiki wasn't actually leaving him behind, he didn't like the fact that another person he loved and cared about wasn't going to always be present in his life.

he knew that if he kept her here, she would just grow up pushing him away or maybe even resenting him. and he couldn't have that. he knew what he had to do. he was going to let tsumiki go.

later that night: family dinner

"so... did you make a decision, gojo-sensei?" tsumiki interjected at dinner.

yours and megumi's green eyes met at the dinner table. the ball was in satoru's court now.

"i did, sweetheart." satoru said calmly. you and megumi extremely curious, tsumiki's heart beating quickly.

"you can go."

"really?!" tsumiki jumped out of her chair.

"really." satoru confirmed.

tsumiki cheered and squealed in delight. running to hug satoru. she ran to her room and grabbed her acceptance letter to show the white haired sorcerer.

"you already have an acceptance letter?" megumi questioned his sister.

"they have a 99% acceptance rate, so it doesn't matter. but i wanted to show gojo-sensei anyways." she beamed.

"i guess they just let anyone into that school." megumi muttered. you kicked him under the table as he shot a glare black at you.

"when is the first day?" satoru asked you and tsumiki.

you answered, "classes start in two weeks. i already bought our plane tickets and made sure our passports were good to go, tsumiki has her student visa ready as well."

"you already bought our plane tickets?" satoru questioned, chuckling, "and what were you going to do if i said no?"

"i knew you wouldn't have said no, babe. you can't say no to me or tsumiki to save your life." you grinned.

"she's right about that." megumi added. tsumiki nodding in agreement. she did get catoru because satoru said yes. (read 'the purrr-fect approach' here)

"i can definitely say no to (y/n)." satoru defended himself as his family ganged up on him.

you picked up your empty plate, and walked to satoru side, "can i get a kiss before i start the dishes?"

"sure, babe." he replied with no hesitation as he gave you a quick peck, unaware of your tricky mind games.

"see? you can't say no." you laughed as you picked up the rest of the empty dinner plates and utensils.

"what did i say about using kisses as a weapon?!" satoru complained. "that's so unfair!"

the dining room was filled with laughter from you, megumi, tsumiki, and satoru.

two weeks later: tsumiki fushiguro takes california

satoru was glued to tsumiki by the hip for the past two weeks. they went shopping together for all her academic needs, for new clothes, a laptop, and a new matching backpack and suitcase. they went to get their hair cut together, and even got their nails done together (satoru loved getting pedicures, you thought it was because of the foot massages). he wanted to spend as much time with tsumiki as possible before parting ways.

orientation for tsumiki's school was a two day event. during the first day, the families would be given a tour of the school and then everyone would attend a social hour to get to know the faculty and other students. the second day, the families would help their student move into their dorms and say their goodbyes until semester break in the late fall, early winter.

during the first day of orientation, tsumiki had already started to make friends. she was just like you. beautiful, nice, caring, friendly. people wanted to be around her and wanted to be her friend. you and satoru watched from the sidelines of the gymnasium as tsumiki mingled with her new classmates.

"are you still worried about her? she's already getting used to things here." you tried to comfort satoru as you watched your future high schooler.

"i was hoping she'd beg us to take her home." satoru frowned. you smacked his chest playfully with the back of your hand.

"mr. and mrs. gojo," a student aide approached the both of you, "can you sign these papers for tsumiki? these are the final documents for admissions."

"sure thing." satoru replied, grabbing the clipboard and pen from the student aide. you waited until they walked away to turn to satoru.

"mr. and mrs. gojo. what did you think about that?" you sneered.

satoru chuckled as he signed the document, "sounds like music to my ears."

"give me a 10 carat diamond ring first, babe." you grinned as satoru handed you the clipboard to sign the document too.

satoru gojo would give you the world if you asked for it.

"(y/n)! gojo-sensei!" tsumiki shouted from across the gymnasium to catch your attention. she waved while pointing at the two of you. she was showing her new friends who her cool and awesome parents were. you and satoru waved back at her, giving her both of your world-class smiles.

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satoru used blue to hold up all of tsumiki's luggage as the three of you made your way to the dorm room that tsumiki would be staying in. you and satoru paid extra to make sure that she would get her own room. you sat down on the empty bed, tsumiki joining you.

"what do you think, sweetheart?"

"with a little extra decorating, i can make it look like my room at home." she said with a bright smile.

you and satoru helped put on the bed spread, duvet cover, and pillow cases while tsumiki unpacked her clothes and placed them into her small dresser.

you could feel satoru tensing up, his cursed energy spiking every now and then. he was dreading saying goodbye to tsumiki. whenever he would look at you, you would give him a soft smile and rub his back in reassurance.

"gojo-sensei, (y/n), look what megumi gave me for my dorm room." tsumiki's brown eyes twinkled as she showed you a pink sparkly picture frame.

the picture frame contents were of the four of you. it was a recent picture from tsumiki's 15th birthday. you had your arms around megumi while satoru had his arms around tsumiki. it was a rare occasion that megumi was smiling in a picture. tsumiki's signature bright smile lit up the picture. you could feel the love radiating from the frame.

"megumi says that this picture will be a reminder of home and that you all love me."

"he's right." you patted her head, brushing her brown hair. "are you sure you want to do this? it's not too late to change your mind. we can go back home if you want."

"no, i'm sure!" tsumiki said confidently.

you laughed, "you're breaking satoru's heart, baby girl." you hugged satoru, his arms were folded as he quietly laughed, shaking his head.

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you and satoru spent your last couple of hours with tsumiki reminiscing about her younger days and what kind of child she was growing up.

"remember the day that satoru lost you and megumi at kanda matsuri? i was going to have a heart attack."

satoru shot you a glare, "in my defense, there are thousands of people at that festival. it's one of japan's big three festivals! they were like four feet tall at the time! i told you we needed to get them those child leashes."

"you were such a responsible girl, going to the lost and found." you ignored satoru and laughed, remembering that tsumiki went to the lost and found to have the festival employee announce 'satoru gojo, can you please come to the lost and found to pick up your children'.

"remember the one day gojo-sensei forgot your anniversary?" tsumiki peered at satoru, giggling.

"oh god... don't bring that up." satoru hid his face in his hands.

"what was that? our third year of dating?" you asked satoru, "and your cute 9 year old partner in crime saved you that day. she went to the flower shop down the street and bought lilies with your credit card."

"then how did you find out that i forgot if she saved me?" satoru interrupted you.

"because you always get me roses, even though my favorite flowers are lilies. not only is tsumiki responsible, she's extremely thoughtful." (read 'lilies and roses' here)

"remember when tsumiki brought me a homemade lunch for teachers day?" satoru smiled at the fond memory. tsumiki was only 8 years old when satoru got an official teaching position at jujutsu high.

"it was her idea too," you reminded satoru, "she asked me to help her bring your lunch to the school that day. our baby girl is so caring. what did we do to deserve such an amazing daughter?" you gushed at your 15 year old, hugging her tightly. tsumiki just smiled and laughed like she always did.

"i think i'm the lucky one too! what did me and megumi do to deserve such loving adoptive parents?!" she remarked.

"all you two had to do was look cute. that's why i picked you two up off the streets." satoru joked. (read 'learn to love' here)

you heard a knock on tsumiki's dorm door, tsumiki opening it. the resident assistant announced, "curfew is starting soon. parents are going to be saying goodbye to their students in the courtyard."

you felt satoru's cursed energy spike again. he wasn't ready for this moment, and honestly, neither were you. you weren't sure what was going to break your heart the most: letting tsumiki go or watching satoru leave a piece of his (still) healing heart behind.

you and satoru quietly followed behind tsumiki as she confidently led the way to the courtyard. it was like she belonged here at the academy the way she navigated through the halls. the courtyard was dimly lit, the california skyline in the background, clouds kissing the top of the city buildings.

you watched as satoru sneakily wiped his tears away from his cerulean blue eyes. he crouched down, softly smiling at tsumiki.

“you gonna be okay without your partner in crime?” he asked her.

as strong as tsumiki was, her brave face started to falter. her warm brown eyes brimmed with tears as she ran into satoru’s arms for one last hug before you and satoru had to leave the campus.

tsumiki babbled through her tears, “thanks for letting me come to school here… i promise i’ll study really hard... i love you and (y/n) so much. you two are the best mom and dad ever.”

satoru scoffed through his tears and continued to hold her. you put a reassuring hand on satoru’s shoulder, joining them for a group hug. tsumiki looked up at the both of you with flushed cheeks.

you kissed the top of her precious head, an action that she never grew out of (and you hoped she never would). you smiled back at her with tears in your eyes, “wherever you are, baby girl, satoru and i will always be one call away. we love you and we’re so proud of you, tsumiki.”

"no boyfriends, please." satoru added with a chuckle. he didn't think he could handle another heart attack.

EXTRA:

"did you see how much tuition costs at tsumiki's boarding school?" you asked satoru as he sat down in his first class airline seat.

"no, i didn't even bother check the brochure they handed us at orientation." satoru stretched his long legs, "how much could a high school tuition cost? one or two thousand a year?"

you just laughed at his ridiculous comment. you were amused at how naive he was.

"what? why are you laughing?"

"try seventy, babe." you stared at him. satoru looked like he was going to have a brain aneurysm.

"seventy what? seventy dollars or seventy thousand?"

you annunciated each word clearly so he could understand you. "seventy. thousand. dollars. a. year."

satoru fake-clutched his chest, "we have to go back and withdraw her, immediately."

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[dododrawsstuff]

IkePri OC Melinda

Excuse the messy sketch, I'll update it if I finish (and this is also not her regular clothes, this is like a portrait painting of her, but Chev said it was okay if she was silly, that's why the peace sign and the smily expression ajdhajdj)

She was more of a meme character in my head, but she grew on me, so have Melinda (I finally gave her a name)

Taglist: @olivermorningstar (you said it was ok to tag you in OC stuff, but let me know if you don't want to be tagged anymore) and if there's anyone else that wants to be tagged in my OC stuff, let me know

More about her under the cut

Name: Melinda (nickname: Mel)

Age: 24

Birthday: 10/31

Story: She is originally from a different world, and IkePri is a game she plays. One day she just wakes up in Rhodolite’s castle. Nobody knows the cause or if she can go back to her own world. She arrives roughly the same day Emma is appointed as Belle, Mel is granted stay at the castle because of Emma. She is assigned to help around the castle, to earn her stay.

Mel’s favorite character was Calvis, she had fallen in love with him in her own world (as pathetic as she thinks it is). And as she gets to interact with the princes and Emma, she falls harder for Clavis, which is unfortunate for her, since she starts to notice some signs that Emma is on Clavis’ route.

She is torn at first, because she really loves him, but she thinks she can never make Clavis as happy as Emma can. She gives up on pursuing him, and resigns to just watch them for afar and wish for their happiness.

Personality: Melinda is a bit of a pessimist, but tries to keep a positive outlook on life. She is awkward on social situations, especially if it involves interacting with strangers, so she is sometimes considered to be rude. She really likes to laugh and tends to be more silly with people she feels comfortable around. She is very expressive once she is comfortable with someone, and uses her hands a lot while talking.

Melinda can struggle sometimes with establishing boundaries and speaking up for herself, but it's something she is working on.

Pair: Chevalier

Story with Chevalier, I guess?: After arriving in Rhodolite ****she ****tries to avoid Chevalier most of the time, being a stranger that appeared out of nowhere, she is suspicious to say the least and she doesn't want to try her luck.

But stuff keeps happening that makes them interact with each other, at first he is disinterested at best in her, but as they keep interacting, she starts to pick his interest.

I imagine one of the key interactions they have is when Chevalier calls her a simpleton and basically useless, which is true, since she most of her skills she acquired during her life were useless in that world, but she has a lot of pent up feelings, the uncertainty of going home, feeling like she doesn't fit in, and then his words spoken in a cold tone disregarding her feelings added salt to injury, and is what makes her explode despite her better judgment. She just start venting in a language he doesn't understand (in this particular scenario I imagined there are no Portuguese speaking countries in the IkePri universe, and I chose Portuguese because is the only other language I feel confident in writing).

After that, he starts to take an interest in her. He demands asks her to teach him her language, in return he teaches her about politics, manners, etc. He was able to learn and speak Portuguese in less than a month.

At one point he starts to request her to his room (kinda like in his route, where he asks Emma to tell him stories, if I'm not crazy, it's been a while since I played his route) so she can tell him stories he hadn't heard before. And from this point onwards, I really haven't thought much, but I imagined a VERY slow burn.

Some random headcanons that I didn't know where to put:

She and Chevalier sometimes talk in Portuguese whenever she misses home, or when they don't want other people to know what they're talking about (though sometimes others can tell because of her body language). They gossip a lot in Portuguese, it's mostly her, he just listens to her rambles;

Eventually she ends up revealing to him that she is from another world. But it's something he had suspicions for a long time;

Chevalier likes to hear her talk about her experiences, her childhood, her hobbies, what she used to do in her own world. And Melinda is happy he likes to listen to her, though sometimes she wonders if she’s being a bother;

They also talk about history, technology (mostly because I think it would be interesting to muse about him discovering these things)

She needs to use glasses, but her eyesight is not so bad she can't see without them, so most of the time she just doesn't wear them

I'll edit this as I develop her more ^^

[khunyuki]

"I've lived my life with blade and you always in my mind"

ᴍᴀɪɴ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ: 3. 𝙽𝚘𝚠 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎?

Synopsis: Hoshina Soshiro has always been gentle with Uzui Kagami but after a passionate night where pent up feelings were released (both emotional and physical), his treatment of her has never been better.

Pairing/s: Hoshina Soshiro x Fiancee!OC

Note/s: This is kinda short since I actually dunno what I should put here and I do think it wasn't delivered properly but at least I tried hahaha. I did not expect that to happen midway though 🤭

Genre: Aftercare, Fluff

Masterlist: TOC, Previous, Next

Whispering I love you's to each other, holding them close and not letting them go, just showing them how much they deserve to experience great things in whatever shape or form. Love isn't all about the physicality of it. It's also on the small things along with the big things. Most importantly, both have to feel it, be in the spiritual or emotional aspect of it, intellectual or practical, physical or sexual. No matter what your love language may be.

Hoshina Soshiro caressed his fiancee's resting face, thinking of how lucky he was to have her. He traced all of the marks he decorated her bare body with as he recalled the acts they did that night. He still remember clearly how he lost control of himself after their first time, having longed for her for years yet never acting on it until then. How it lasted until morning when his body could no longer handle the exhaustion that accumulated from the entire day along with that night workout.

However, that was only his selfish desire. Never once did he forget the situation that led up to that moment. He had always prioritized her feelings more than his just like she always did with him. While he wishes she could forget it and finally move on, he knew it wasn't that easy. He could only give her his words and actions that promises to stay by her side no matter what.

"What are you thinking?"

She looked up to his face from her position on his chest, her favorite was hearing his heartbeat up close. Her fingers rubbing circles on his bare chest tracing upwards to his face. Her favorite part of his face was his smiling eyes that would sometimes open whenever he says or thinks of something serious. His eyes that remains closed is a big part of his charm, something that always makes her heart flutter. Well, everything he does always makes her swoon, something not exclusive to his eyes.

"I'm thinking about you"

See, he knows exactly how to get to her, feeling her own heart beating faster. He doesn't have to do anything, just show her that smile of his and she's dead. A small sound beeping somehow interrupted the moment, it was the bath he prepared when he got up earlier to bring her water to drink and wipe her down with a towel. Until now, he thought it was such a waste to wipe away the mixture of their cum that continued to drip down her pussy due to how full it was.

"Do you want to take a bath?"

Kagami said yes and Soshiro carried her up like a princess to the bathroom. The sunlight peeking through the curtains in the living room as they passed through it. Seeing her illuminated by the sun, he falls even more at how the brightness fits her really well.

He placed her down the water first before sitting behind her, placing her in between his legs. The water was just in the right temperature to hit the spot and they relaxed in each other's arms once more.

Kagami turned around to face his way and started to massage his scalp, after pumping shampoo on her hands. Soshiro sighed at the comfortable feeling of her hands, laughing at how she tried to style his hair in different ways with full concentration. He does the same to her, having more options due to her long hair until it turned to a competition. They then scrubbed each other's bodies which almost turned to another round of activities but prevented themselves by playing in the water.

After washing, they changed their clothes with her wearing his in an oversized fashion. Soshiro would've squeezed her tightly for how cute she was but settled on just teasing her. They dried each other's hairs which made them drowsy despite it being morning so they settled for resting in the guest room as his room was still pretty messy. Then they slept peacefully at each other's arms, not minding anything but themselves.

It was already late in the afternoon when Soshiro woke up alone in the bed, without his lover by his side. He could hear the soft rumbling of the washing machine and the sound of cooking with the smell of something burning greeting his nose.

Alert, he got up and went to the kitchen to see his lover making them late lunches, with her still in his clothes. She immediately greeted him like it was the most normal thing to do, as if she didn't just toss something burnt on the plate on the counter and cracked another egg on the pan.

"Good morning, Soshiro. Did you sleep well?"

"Uh-huh, shame you weren't there when I woke up. Though I don't mind if I get to see you like this everyday"

His heart squeezed at how domestic it was. They really were like a married couple right now. Though he wanted to just hug her tightly having just woken up, he had to salvage their foods. He removed his arms around her and told her to just leave the cooking to him. She gave a pout but relented as cooking was not her specialty, cutting was. She really doesn't want to accidentally poison him again even if he said whatever she cooks was delicious.

She went to get the laundry so she could hang it on the veranda along with their clothes that was washed first. Then eagerly waited for him to finish cooking so they could eat together. He just cooked a simple lunch given the time, some eggs, fish, and rice, along with miso soup. He was thankful for her doing the rice and soup properly for it would've taken even longer if she didn't.

They just talked about things as they ate. Most of the talking was done by her this time while he just listen, replying in the most playful way. Then he'd talk about something funny that happened in his division to which she'll laugh and eagerly listen to. It's just how they usually spend their time whenever they're together. And after eating, they washed the dishes together.

"Don't you think we're like a married couple like this?"

She asked him with the shyest smile on her face. Thinking about it already made her blush but saying it, she was kinda nervous still.

"Is this you saying you wanted to get married now?"

He turned to her, with his eyebrows wriggling which made her laugh, splashing him with the water droplets from her hands with him reciprocating it.

"Of course! It's something I've always wanted!"

She pretended to pout yet still smiled brightly from the giddiness. She knew she was getting ahead of herself but that doesn't mean she'll stop. She then gave him an understanding smile as she resumed to the last plate.

"Though I'm fine even if it's not now. I've waited a long time so I can wait even longer"

The smile on his face dropped as he frowned his brows in concentration. He wiped his hands then he told her to wait as he went to his room to get something.

"Wait a minute"

Kagami was confused but she didn't think there was anything wrong as she finished cleaning up and went to sit on the sofa. She wonders what he's up to when he kneeled down in front of her after returning.

"Soshiro?"

He took her left hand and gave it a gentle rub, focusing on her ring finger.

"Ever since I was a child, I've only ever lived with blade in my mind then you happened. Entering my life at such a young age then proceeded to stay with me until this very moment. You have always been by my side and you keep occupying my mind every single day"

Somehow, tears were welling up in Kagami's eyes, her free hand covering her mouth as he continued. His mouth telling her how much she meant to him, his wishes and promises, smoothly coming out like he's been practicing this the whole time. He proposed to her with his eyes just on her, not even hesitating nor wavering. Then he showed her the ring he bought a very long time ago.

"This time with no family members to arrange our engagement. This time I only ask just for the two of us. Will you marry me?"

Even before he asked those words she's been nodding her head the whole time. Her tears never once stopping at all even as she wiped it over and over.

"Of course. I'll be glad to"

As she watched him slip the ring on her finger, she greeted him with a kiss full of love and affection. Something Soshiro laughed at, from how eager she was, his own heart feeling giddy.

They just lounged at the living room with his arms wrapped around her as she admired her ring. Of course they have rings provided by their own families but they never really wore it as it didn't bear much significance towards them other as it is also banned at work. But this time, it was her own engagement ring, given to her by her lover. There's no way she's letting it leave her side even at work. She just has to hide it and protect it properly.

"Are you that happy?"

She could only nod, not once taking her eyes off the ring. Soshiro only chuckles at her again. He really should've done this a long time ago but never had any chance to with how busy they were. Marrying her was a given fact and something he really did want to do as well. It really was only circumstances that let them postpone it like this for so long that it put pressure on her. That was his only regret, making other people pressure her for his inaction.

The peaceful atmosphere was interrupted by a call from his apartment phone. They looked at each other first before he got up to take it.

"This is Hoshina"

He pressed the telephone on is ear and he could hear some soft mumblings before...

"HO-SHI-NAAAA"

He knows the owner of the deep, scary voice coming from the other side of the phone that made him stood stiffly.

"C-captain"

A flash of realization appears on Kagami's eyes as she watches her fiance sweat buckets like someone who's been caught in an act of mischief. She couldn't help but laugh at his uncharacteristic behaviour watching him try to explain his situation, trying to keep his poise but failing. She went to his now clean room to fetch their own phones that she's been charging after waking up but never opened. She knew exactly what was awaiting her the moment she opens her phone, after all.

She just opened his own while waiting for him to finish his call. Nobody would believe her if she told them that the workaholic vice captain of the third division actually forgot he has work, y'know. Keeping the silly thought in her head, she saw how many missed calls and messages he had from his colleagues and captain for skipping work. She would've replied to it all but that's invasion of privacy so she just settled for looking at his gallery.

"Are you done?"

She asked as soon as she heard him finish speaking and put the telephone down. He turned to her with a frown and a full-blown pout.

"You were laughing at me, weren't you?"

She thought she was too cute but when the slight giggle left her, she tried to hide it by covering her mouth but it was too late.

"No?"

He instantly got to her side and tickled her as punishment for trying to tease him. It was her laughter that once again brought light and joy to his apartment.

"What did she say?"

She asked after they settled down. Of course she was still jealous of Mina but she was already reassured by his words from earlier. She knew that his captain values the rules and order very much and that their relationship is strictly colleagues. The jealousy as just a her overthinking thing.

"She asked why I skipped work today after leaving so suddenly last night and to tell her beforehand about it. Then said that it's fine since there weren't any kaiju reports today but expect to be disciplined when I got back"

She's really glad that she always take her days off for 2 days in a row so she could never experience what he just did.

"You're already the vice captain yet you're still getting disciplined. What a naughty superior you are~"

"Well if my little platoon leader didn't try to seduce her superior then maybe he wouldn't get scolded?"

They both challenged each other in a teasing tone, maintaining a smirk on each other's faces. Though like always, it is Kagami who loses when she heard him call her 'my little platoon leader' even though they weren't in the same division anymore. As just the thought makes her so happy like a little kid.

"It's still early so do you wanna go on a date?"

Nodding her head, Kagami left to go get changed. She took their clothes from the veranda and went inside his room so she could wear her freshly washed kimono. Despite visiting his place sometimes, this was the first time she ever stayed the night so there were no extra set clothes for her here.

Soshiro, having been left on the living room, took her phone and opened it to see unpleasant messages that came from her family. He left them an incredibly long message with the implications of...

'This is Hoshina Soshiro. Please refrain from contacting my fiancee any further nor should you try to visit her at work if you do not wish to see me angry.'

Then blocked their contacts from her phone, deleted the unpleasant texts; then went to get ready himself, changing into a yukata himself to match with her.

They left his apartment and they just walked around town, window shopping at every store they passed by. Their hands interlocked with each other the entire time. Then they entered a cafe that she insisted in, ordering Mont Blanc for him and Eclair for her. They ate sweet treats that complements the sweet atmosphere they're exuding.

He then asked her if she wanted to live with him, to which she answered positively. She no longer has to commute for so long just to go back to a suffocating environment.

This time, she's going back home to him.

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[clownhara]

is there like a jester ocs 101 i do wanna learn about them

Putting these under a read more because this might get long

My family :)

Edward Roberts-Rosales: I made too many jokes about this bastard being my dad and now he's my dad. High key wants to fuck plants. Evades taxes like no ones business. Kind of a shit guy but it's funny to watch him mess up everything so we keep him alive for that alone Max Rosales: My better dad. Can really do so fucking much better than Edward but he settled </3. Is a plant man. Likes baking. Is the dad that actually loves me. Heron Rosales: I don't do to much with her but I'm trying to do more. Max's trans sister. Wants Edward dead and honestly, we don't blame her. Average chronic pain haver tbh please get her some Ibuprofen. Boaty McBoatface: My brother who is a boat. Edwards favorite son, despite being terrified of being on boats after he was the sole survivor of a ship wreck. I fuckinh hate this thing

Project Moon adjacent ones

Despise Domek (Or just Des): Local Enkphalin hooked rat. Goes by it/they but people close to it can call them she/her. There are two remaining people who can call them she/her. Steals things from people it likes to keep a piece of them, so don't invite them to your house. Things WILL go missing. Says the phrase "Well it didn't kill me so I'm fine" way to god damn often. Ambrose Domek: Not actually related to Des at all his parents just stole Des's parents last name. We heart religious fanaticism to the point of self harm!!!!!! Has two boyfriends and has convinced himself neither of them like him. Him and Des are besties :) Keith: Real Jester-heads remember Keith. I made this bastard before Ruina came out and he keeps fucking staying relevant to whatever game is out. How does he do it. Lobcorp him is Geb and Myo's adopted son, a Rabbit, and had a complex where he's gotta prove himself 24/7 and ends up getting his leg ripped off. Ruina him is trying to find Gebura again after the whole Library situation happened, and is wildly distraught after learning Myo's whole deal. Limbus Keith is content, much older, runs a weapons shop, and is gay married to Heathcliff. Jesus Christ I made him before the new translation of Lopcorp happened I think HOW LONG HAS HE EXISTED WHAT THE FUCK

Damien Domek: Also not related to Des, just took it's last name because he liked it. They are qprs though. Also is broke as shit but mostly stays out of the Rat lifestyle by just old fashioned robbing people. Loves lying to people for fun and profit, but he is honestly a pretty nice guy. Minus the lying

Randos

Arlo: Disgusting rancid cyborg scientist who needs to bathe and touch grass. I adore him though. Ellie: Arlos little sibling. She/they user. Kills people for money and feeds the bodies to the eldritch horror that follows her around Hector: The eldritch horror that follows Ellie around. usually just looks like a dilf tbh its easier for Ellie to explain. Can't actually speak so he usually just talks telepathically while making a bunch of hums, chirps, and clicks to mimic speaking.

Oleander: Local unethical scientist that unethicaled a bit too hard when trying to revive his even worse older brother and turned off most of his emotions manually to avoid coping with the mental toil. Sad! Many such cases. Can't feel any emotions other then joy now. Kinda sucks but he certainly doesn't seem to upset about it :)

Simon: Oleadners brother. Kinda. Moreso a robot piloting Oleanders brothers body. Fucking hates Oleander but after Oleander lobotomized himself Simon begrudgingly takes care of him now. Despite his complicated feelings, he's wildly overprotective.

Cybel: A robot Oleander made! They are meant to gather as much information as they possibly can in case some horrible event happens that kills off humanity. is quite literally indestructible. Likes ice cream.

Octavius: I made this guy to be a danganrompa villain back in high school and I succeeded too well. I fucking hate this fake ass bitch

Tabb: This fucking guy. Trapped in a time loop but he doesn't know and its technically not a time loop. Met his (now) husband ages ago but died shortly after meeting him, so he revived Tabb, then the two got married, then Tabb died again so Halt (the husband) revived him again but he lost his memories then halt died and Tabb revived him the Tabb died again so Halt revived him but he lost all his memories so they dated again and got remarried then Tabb died again and you get the idea. Very nice guy, a bit anxious, perfectly normal minus the dying thing. If it wasn't for him losing all his memories and Halt tampering with shit so he was in love with him i uh. Don't think he'd actually like Halt all that much tbh

Halt: Just wants to be happy with his husband :(. Sad he unethicaled all over that science. Hey are you noticinga theme here. Also he's a cat boy but thats really not relevant to his depression issues

Urge: Halts kinda milfy twin sister. Really sick of all of this loop bullshit because she gets to watch her bestie Tabb die repeatedly, so she packed up her bags and left. Can't be in the same room as Halt without them getting into a fist fight. Do you see the themeing with their namesan d their ideals. Halt is kinda halted in place but Urge keeps pushing forward because she has the urgeto move on. Do you see it. It is almost 1 am

Russel: A kid that got roped into this whole mess because he walked in on a Tabb revival tube without permission. Sticks around Urge most of the time. Had a bad homelife to put it mildly, so Urge took him in.

Theres way more of these bastards but these are the most relevant ones. I am going to bed now. Goobnight

[kommandonuovidiavoli]

A little reflection on lore and AUs

This is something that's been roaming in my mind for a while, I just want to put it down on "paper".

All of us have their main AU. And with AU, I mean a universe where their characters are canon in the KND lore and live their own adventures. All of us have a main timeline with the main characters that will go on living their lives and adventures.

This AU can generate more AUs within it, where little things change, and these will be labeled as "AUs" by the creator since they derive from the main plot but then develop into something else. And these kinds of AUs are fun because you can explore different possibilities within your own story!

Now, that being said, let's talk about "adding someone else's OC into your story". I see it can have 4 main situations:

The OCs and their lore are now fused with your own, and you accept the existence of said OCs in your story since they don't change the end result, if anything they make it funnier to achieve;

The OCs are a different AU and you know it, and you just play it as a different AU from your plot, it's just for fun;

This is a "different universes meeting" kind of deal, a portal opened somewhere, and now the AUs are interacting. They won't change their final story, but this is a fun little moment that can be canon or not;

You acknowledge these OCs may exist in your own universe but also specify that, even if they might have the same story and personalities, they also might be a different experience from the main AU the creator invented for them. They just exist in your universe, but they are not the same exact people.

I love the 3rd plotline a lot, I find myself doing that but with past and future, having them meet for the lolz (even if it's just an AU into my story). I am also up for RPing AUs meeting because I find the concept really funny and interesting, with characters explaining their deal and then going on adventures together (also because let's be real, Penny ain't gonna meet anyone's OC anytime soon since there's age difference).

But when I introduced the idea that @artsygirl0315's Sector PHP meets Irwin I started diving into the 4th case: these OCs might exist in my universe but they are not the exact same.

As an example, still using Sector PHP: let's say I will have them show up for the Nightmare War and help others win it. They will be canon in that part of the lore (if the creator wants), but of course, in their main story the Nightmare War never happened and they will never experience it, and I won't force them to add it to their canon, since this is completely my creation and *I* only know how to develop and end.

Another example (sorry for dragging you in but this is relevant lol), is @roguephenon, who has the plan to make Penny canon in his AU story, but she's gonna be a different version of Penny, even if they might end up having the same main traits. He can have Penny do what he wants, and he can modify her a bit, but still, Penny is now canon in my AU and his AU too! Maybe one day these two will also meet and tbh I LIVE to see that moment!

Honestly, usually, the fandoms I was in were canon-oriented, there weren't too many OCs, and if there were, I and other creators would go the 3rd route and have AUs somehow meet.

This is the first time I find myself actually wondering if I can make it somehow canon that someone else's OC exists in my AU. And I like it!

Of course, if you don't like the idea just hit me up (literally, with a bat) and say you don't want your OC into my lore but you're up for AUs meeting or whatever you prefer!

So far, I am just playing around with OCs meeting and having fun but... well, I do need people for the Nightmare War LMAO.

What do you think? What is your favorite thing to play?

[enidtendo64]

How is Preston in the Diner at the end of falls au

I know you said that you think Pacifica is thinking she can change him. But does he deserved to be changed? The man conditioned Pacifica with a bell which is horrific!

But who knows maybe having his face re-arranged and his wife leaving him changes a man. But I am curious and skeptical about him.

Also I absolutely love your au, so far I’m loving the additions you made to characters and the fun dynamics I’ve seen so far!!!

I never thought of Albert Corduroy before as a character but I find what you did with him interesting!

AND You added additions like Tres and Quattro and Abigale that make me JUST *GESTURES HANDS HAPPILY*

One more thing is McGucket and Tate also going to be in this? And if so, what is their relationships with Pacifica like?

I know some people started making McGucket and Pacifica close because of weridmagedeon and because Pacifica might have inventor genes from Abigale so I’m wondering your thoughts on it

Sorry if this is just a bit much but this quickly gained my attention and became one of my favorite aus

Oh I’m not even gonna try to be mysterious about it, Preston sucks lol. It’s more just, it’s more about Pacifica’s evolving character that she wants to try to help him than him in general. She sees herself cut from the same cloth as him, I mean she’s as Northwest as he is. But with Dipper and Mabel’s help, she was able to grow despite her environment and people around her. She thinks that if she doesn’t at least try to help him, then isn’t she kind of like a hypocrite? Like why is she any different than him?

But really that’s just all part of the entire mock show’s recurring themes of Pacifica being forced into situations and headspaces that kids don’t normally have to deal with (I.e. having to work to pay rent, worrying about job security, being consistently in the face of the concept of death and loss) and her not realizing it’s different for her and her dad. She was just a kid, sure she did make her mistakes, but they also had a heavy hand in why she was who she was. Sure Preston can change, but he has more responsibility and penance bc he’s an adult—he should’ve known better. Oh and also he’s like her dad so she is also clinging to that lol.

Thank you! Honestly this started out as just finding it funny that Paz works at the diner post show, but then I started just using it as a way to use and explore other minor or background characters in the show. I more or less gave myself a rule that I’ll try to have no complete ocs for the living people, and I can make OCs only for the ghosts, just so we can really use everyone! Or at least try to, to an extent lol

YES I had to put Archibald in bc he’s basically one of the catalysts for why Pacifica has such an interesting post series story! Not only is she working at the diner, but apparently Archibald and the rest of the lumberjack spirits around have been protecting her from Bill! Like she really won them over with that party 😭 makes sense tho that the zombies from scaryoke got introduced during a party they love to go crazy

YEAH! I just like using the background or one off characters lol. Quattro and Tracey are interesting cause like their clone brothers straight up died, but what’s the difference between clones vs being your own person? Did the clones have ghosts/sounds that moved on? 🤔 and then Abigale Blackwing was just a fountain of good shit to headcanon. I think her being some ghost supreme is just really cool and also lowkey fits the Northwest brand of being haunted af (like what do you MEAN they have their own graveyard on their property 😭)

So as for McGucket and Tate I had planned something where their (re)introductory episode would be ghosts bothering Pacifica at the diner and saying something crazy’s going in Northwest manor. This leads to Paz and Kevin going to Paz’ old house and Kevin finding out the Pacifica Northwest lore of her growing up in a haunted house, and Pacifica ACTUALLY seeing how haunted it was instead of just getting a chilly feeling all the time. They meet with McGucket and Tate who are the reasons the ghosts are in a tizzy, they’re full ghost harassing! All four team up when an especially malevolent Northwest ancestor starts up some trouble.

Throughout the series I imagine McGucket and Tate and the Northwest manor being recurring appearances, especially regarding either they need something specifically science-y with the ghosts OOOR…when they need to find homeless Tracey and Quattro a home….hello Father McGucket!

In terms of Paz and McGucket and Abigale, I think Pacifica feels a little weird about McGucket since he effectively owns her old home now (she’s better but lbr she’s still petty lol) but I think there’s some mutual respect. McGucket might find some of Abigale’s old schematics maybe? And probably have some great admiration/respect for her with what he sees. Paz might also surprise him by being surprisingly adept at mechanical thinking and actions (as if she’s got…muscle memory? 🤨) but Paz doesn’t think of it since she doesn’t have a huge interest in that stuff. But now you know why she’s so damn good at minigolf (“it’s all geometry, duh.”)

Thank you so much for showing so much interest! I’ve spent an embarrassingly long time thinking of this AU and will probably continue to think more of it so I’m glad there are people who like it!

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BABYDOLL: CHAPTER NINE. A MIDSUMMERS NIGHT NIGHTMARE

jj maybank x fem!routledge OC // read on Ao3

In which a boy with zero self preservation falls in love with a girl clawing at life.

chapter summary. kooks take the lead in their fight against the pogues; kie & lottie get ready for midsummers; the kook gathering of the year gets disrupted by teenage antics

word count. 6.4k || masterlist

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The Heywards were among the favorite of Lottie’s. Pope had struck parent gold with his mom and dad. They were kind, loving, and stern in the right ways. They all did often get on Pope’s parent’s nerves, but the Heywards never pushed them away. Their doors were always open for a safe place to land, as long as they helped out in the store, which was where they all found themselves the morning after the movie incident. 

Lottie and JJ helped restock the miscellaneous things on the shelves, Kiara worked the register, and Pope bagged orders while they conversed. 

“Don’t let them get in your head, Pope. There were three of them and only two of us. That’s typical Kook shit right there, an unfair fight,” said JJ. “Though, I am curious, what exactly was your thought process going in with a headbutt?” 

Pope sighed, handing another order to a customer. “I don’t know, man. I just kinda acted out of instinct. I was a cornered animal.” He wore two good-sized cuts on his forehead, one from Rafe and Topper jumping him and the other from headbutting Topper. 

Mr. Heyward walked inside through the front door with a towel tossed over his shoulder. “Pope, someone’s here for you,” he called out, followed by a cop trailing into the shop behind him. Lottie slipped behind JJ in hopes of not spotting herself, considering she had run away from a DCS officer and a cop. In a smooth motion, JJ pulled off his baseball cap and placed it on top of Lottie’s head, pulling the bill down to obscure her face just slightly. She didn’t think it was a super effective disguise, but it was good enough. 

Pope’s whole body tensed up behind the front counter and his voice was laced with nervousness as he said, “Hello officer.” 

Shoupe had his lips pressed in a thin line, almost like he was just as unhappy to be there as they were to see him. “I have an arrest warrant for felony destruction of property,” he said, sucking all of the air out of the room. He moved behind the counter, walking right to Pope with cuffs in his hand. “Hands up where I can see ‘em.” 

The only person not frozen, unsure of what the hell to do, was Mr. Heyward. He wore a look of bewilderment and confusion as his son was put in handcuffs. Pope was the furthest thing from a bad kid, even while hanging out with their group. He wasn’t the kind of kid who committed a felony until he was pushed too far. But “they started it” didn’t exactly hold up when it was Kook vs. Pogue in a court of law. 

“Whoa, wait, Soupe,” Mr. Heyward said. “What’d he do?” 

“Take a look at the warrant,” he answered simply, started to push Pope forward to prompt him to walk. 

Heyward scoffed. “You’re just arresting my boy?” 

Moving through the shop, Pope looked mortified, like he could actually see his entire future leave his grasp so quickly. They all followed about him; Lottie tried to think of a plan, of something to get Pope out of his current situation. He had too much to lose. Pope was a good kid, the best of them, and he had suck a bright, sparkling future ahead of him despite where he came from. Kids from the Cut really only got one chance, and it was about to be taken away from under him. But nothing came to mind that would work quickly enough. 

Mr. Heyward was trying to understand, pleading for Shoupe to just stop so they could talk everything out, but the officer wasn’t listening. He was a second away from shoving Pope into the back of a squad car before JJ’s voice rang out above everyone's muddled, arguing voices. 

“It wasn’t him!” Everyone stopped, their voices falling silent as they all turned their eyes onto JJ. “It was me; I did it. Pope, here, tried to talk me out of it, actually. But I was pissed because he’d just been beaten up and I was so sick of those assholes on Figure Eight that I lost my shit.” JJ stood in front of a cuffed Pope, who stared at the blond with wide eyes. 

JJ licked his busted lip before he said, “I can’t let you take the fall for something I did. You’ve got too much to lose.” 

Shaking his head, Pope asked under his breath, “What are you doing?” 

“Tellin’ the truth.” There was a somewhat satisfied look on JJ’s face. Lottie didn’t know if he was doing the right thing, but he was doing what he thought was right. Pope did have too much to lose, but she didn’t think either one of them should go down for sinking the boat. Was it technically a crime? Yeah. But there should’ve been a workaround when someone was an asshole and had beat the shit out of someone else. Was that logical? Of course not, but she didn’t give a shit. The only thing Lottie cared about were her friends, way more than “law and order.” 

JJ pointed to Mr. Heyward. “I took his old man’s boat to do it too.” 

Mr. Heyward looked between the two boys even more confused than he already was. “What the hell?” He didn’t sound angry, necessarily. Maybe it was disappointment in JJ or maybe he could tell JJ was lying to protect Pope. 

“JJ-” Pope started but was cut off swiftly. 

“Just shut up, Pope!” JJ snapped before his attention was pointed at Shoupe. “He’s a good kid, and you know where I’m from. This was all me.” 

“That the whole truth?” Shoupe asked Pope to confirm JJ’s story. For a moment, it looked like Pope was going to double back and take the blame, but JJ’s fierce gaze told him he better not. JJ was sticking his neck out for him, protecting the college scholarship that awaited Pope. 

So, while it looked like it pained him, Pope nodded. “Yeah, that’s about covers it.” 

Shoupe didn’t need anything else. He unlocked the cuffs from Pope’s wrists and slapped them on JJ’s. He shoved the boy in the back of his squad car while they all watched. Lottie felt guilty, even though there was nothing she could have done. Shoupe was going to take somebody in for the sinking of Topper’s boat. The Pogues were too interconnected, acting like a unit, each one piece of a whole heart. 

Perhaps JJ didn’t have the same future ahead of him that Pope had, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have one period. Just because he was a kid from the Cut with a shitty dad, it was easy for people like Shoupe to write him off as a lost cause, but Lottie didn’t see JJ that way. He had a future, a good one, even if she had to drag him towards it. 

Lottie was pretty sure she was going to start growing ulcers in her stomach because of her nerves and accumulating stress. Pacing back and forth across Kie’s bedroom, she bit her nails in an attempt to channel some of her overflowing stress. 

At least her brother had made it back to the island in one piece. He had texted her, promising to meet up and explain everything that night after she, Kie, and Pope were done with the biggest party of the year, Midsummers. 

For the past couple of years, Lottie had joined Kie and her parents at the party, enjoying a night full of drinking, finger foods, and fresh gossip. Kie loathed the event, but it was the only Kook activity she agreed to participate in to keep her parents off of her case. She brought Lottie along to keep her sane, and Lottie would be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy dressing up and pretending to be some high-class snob for the night. She liked sipping champagne that cost more than she could ever afford and giggling at one of the back tables with Kie for most of the night. Yet, with everything else going on, she wasn’t as excited as she usually was. 

“Okay, I have these-” Kie started to say, emerging from her walk-in closet holding two dresses. She spotted Lottie on her bed, spiraling in her thoughts and viciously picking at her already wrecked fingernails. With a sigh, Kie tossed the dresses on the back of her desk chair and crossed the room, snatching up both Lottie’s hands and looking them over with furrowed brows. 

Her nails were bitten down to the stumps and the skin around them was either red or bleeding. Kie frowned, squeezing Lottie’s hands affectionately as she said, “I’m sorry.” 

“For what?” 

“I’ve been so focused on myself lately that I’ve totally been ignoring the shitshow you’re going through,” Kie said. “Between DCS, your dad, and this treasure hut shit, it’s a lot, Lot.” 

Lottie smiled softly, squeezing Kie’s hands back. “To be fair, I’ve been trying to ignore it too, but I keep ending up in another kind of mess along the way.” And the twist in her gut told her that wouldn’t be ending any time soon. “It’s not your job to deal with my problems too, Kie. I’m handling it, sort of.” 

Kie shook her head, holding up Lottie’s hands. “First of all, as your best friend, it is my job. And second of all, this is not ‘handling it.’” She stood up from her bed and searched for something in the drawers of her vanity. After a moment of rummaging through her belongings, Kie pulled out a small first aid kit and a couple of bottles of nail polish. She cleaned the blood around Lottie’s nails and did her best to make them look someone presentable, erasing some signs of the stress eating away at Lottie. Then, she painted Lottie’s stubby nails a pretty baby blue color that almost perfectly matched one of the dresses Kie had tossed over her desk chair. 

When Kie was done painting her nails, Lottie laid back on the bed with her hands resting at her sides as she waited for the polish to dry. Music hummed softly from Kie’s vintage record player, working to soothe some of the anxiety that knotted in Lottie’s stomach. Kie worked on getting herself ready, pinning up her hair with a flowered headband and applying light, shimmery makeup to her face. She had already volunteered to do Lottie’s hair and makeup too, considering everything Lottie had to get ready she had left behind at her house, which was probably being watched by the cops, DCS, or the men who broke into it earlier that week. 

Luckily, Kie’s Kook side enjoyed doing someone else's hair and makeup, more than doing her own. 

They sat in comfortable silence for a while, Lottie opting to talk about her feelings later that night at their planned sleepover instead, per Kie’s demands, but of all of the things that occupied her mind, she kept coming back to one in particular. 

“Do you think JJ’s okay?” Lottie asked, staring at the ceiling fan. 

“He’s JJ,” Kie replied with a small sigh. “I don’t know if he’s ever ‘okay.’ But, I mean, he’s probably holding up better than Pope would have after being arrested.” 

Lottie didn’t like imagining either one of them in a holding cell. “They’ve probably called his dad by now,” she said. All of the Pogues knew what Luke Maybank was like and they shared a hatred for the man. She didn’t know how he’d react to JJ’s arrest. Lord knew the man had been in that very police station a number of times, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t be happy to bail his son out. Luke was so tightly wound with anger that any chance he had to take it out on his son, he took. 

JJ didn’t like to talk about it; he was the hardest to read out of all of the Pogues. Kie always confided in Lottie about her feelings. Pope usually wore his feelings on his sleeve. And John B. was Lottie’s twin; she could read him like a book whether he wanted her to or not. 

Since Lottie and JJ’s promise in fifth grade, in which they agreed they wouldn’t keep anything from each other, Lottie liked to think she had the best chance of understanding how JJ felt, but he was still squirmy when it came to talking about his feelings. Instead, he tried to skirt around the topic, making jokes or changing the subject. The only time Lottie ever saw JJ vulnerable was when he came to her after a bad fight with his dad when he couldn’t handle being at his house for another minute. He’d find his way to her; that was how their promise had started. 

One day, in fifth grade, JJ had run to her house teary-eyed with a bloody nose and black eye. She’d never seen him cry before, and it was startling considering she’d known him as the tough, carefree kid. She had been the only one home - her dad had taken John B. on a finishing trip - so she patched JJ up the best she could and let him sleep over, crying it out on her shoulder. From then on, he came over when a fight got particularly bad, confiding in Lottie until he fell asleep and curled into her side. 

“Probably,” Kie said, her voice drenched in the same concern Lottie felt. “But, again, this is JJ we’re talkin’ about. He’s got a way of getting out of shit. I think he’ll be okay. And if he’s not, you know he’ll find you.” 

Kie had left her vanity and stood above Lottie with a reassuring smile on her glossy lips. Purple shimmer glittered on her eyelids and on her cheekbones, and perfect little curls fell from her updo in an effortless kind of look. “Come on,” she said. “Let’s get you ready.” 

She curled Lottie’s hair, leaving half of it down in soft waves past her shoulders, and pinned the other half in a bun. She used a mix of purple and baby blue flowers around the bun to match the theme of Midsummers, which always looked like a floral shop threw up on it, and dusted Lottie’s eyelids with a shimmery white powder. Lastly, Kie made her lips and cheeks rosy, then sprayed her with some expensive perfume her mom had gifted her for Christmas. 

Once their hair and makeup were done, they put on the dresses Kie and thrifted a couple of weeks ago. Kie’s was a silk purple, ankle-length dress with thin straps. It was simple but beautiful, yet as Kie looked at herself in the mirror, adjusting the stack of silver necklaces against her collarbone, she frowned. 

“I feel like a bourgeoisie pig,” she said with a huff. “I tried to tell my mom this whole party’s in poor taste. I mean, half of the island doesn’t even have running water.” 

Lottie, being from the half of the island that didn’t have running water or power due to the hurricane, understood where Kie was coming from. People on the Cut were suffering to get their lives back on track after the storm while those in Figure Eight had already resumed life as normal, like the hurricane had been nothing but a little thunderstorm. 

It was in poor taste, but Midsummers was an unshakeable tradition that the Kooks wouldn’t let go of even if the hurricane had ripped their summer homes off the foundation and sunk them in the sea. They enjoyed the excuse to flex their country club membership, gorge themselves on seafood, and chat in pressed suits and fancy dresses. 

“Think of it this way,” Lottie said, zipping up the side of her dress. It was a baby blue number that fell just past her knees with a flowy skirt made of soft silk. Petal sleeves covered her shoulders but the back opened a tasteful amount. The dress was beautiful. “Could the Kooks use their money to help out people suffering ‘cause of Agatha? Yeah. But we all know they won’t. You, however, are using your Kook card to help out a poor, down-on-their-luck Pogue by bringing me along to Midsummers. I intend on taking full advantage of the party, AKA taking advantage of the rich. So, it’s like you’re doing charity work, which is more than most of the Kooks are doing.” 

“You’re not a charity case.” 

Lottie laughed. “I’m not? Please, Kie. I’m an orphan being hunted by the DCS whose only hope of not being shipped off the island is some wild goose chance for gold my dad died trying to find.” It was as tragic as it was funny. Out of all of the ways Lottie had envisioned her teenage years would going, where she was had not been one of the options. “Not to roughly quote Pride and Prejudice, but I’m sixteen-years-old. I have no money and no prospects. I would be a burden to my parents, if I had any, and I am frightened. If that doesn’t sound like a charity case, I know what does.” 

Kie looked like she wanted to argue, but Lottie’s case was hard to refute. So, she sighed and sat down on the edge of her bed, fiddling with her necklaces. “Every time I try to bring up how much shit the Kooks do to us, how shitty most of them are, to my mom, she ignores me. I think she thinks going to Midsummers and doing all this Kook shit will turn me into her, but I don’t want that. I don’t wanna be some asshole with, like, zero awareness of anything going out outside by bubble. I like being a Pogue. I like being friends with you guys, not those fake people from the Kook Academy.” 

Kie’s parents had enrolled her at the private school for kids on Figure Eight for one school year, which was a disaster. Kie didn’t talk about that time of her life much, just that she had been miserable for most of it. It was like her parents were trying too hard to force her to be someone she wasn’t. 

“You’re not like those assholes, Kie. Even if you went full-Kook, you still wouldn’t be that oblivious.” Kie was probably the most aware person Lottie knew. She had this desire to fix the world, even if it was impossible, which Lottie admired deeply about her best friend. “But, you know, you also don’t have to pretend like you’re totally a Pogue, either.”

Kie looked at her, confused, somewhere on teetering on being offended but not being sure by what. “You’re a Pogue, obviously, but you don’t have to suffer like one. You get to hang out with us and eat all of the rich people’s shrimp cocktails at the country club. It’s like the best of both worlds.” 

As much as Kie was a Pogue, she had something the rest of them didn’t, money. Of course, that wasn’t everything, but it made life a hell of a lot easier. Kie was far from a stuck-up rich girl who thought of no one but herself and maybe her inner circle of fellow rich kids. Kie was kind and she cared about nearly everything with intensity. Along with that, she had a nice house to come home to with generators when the power failed. She had country club access and a cushiony life to fall back on if she needed it. 

“It just makes me feel guilty, okay?” Kie admitted though it was not really a secret. She had a tendency to shut down any mention of her parents' Kook status or the fact that she didn’t have money troubles like the rest of them. While they sometimes poked fun at her, it was never serious. They never thought of Kie as a Kook because she was too much like them. 

Lottie sat down beside Kie and threw an arm around her shoulders, pulling the brunette close to her side. Kie rested her head on Lottie’s shoulder and sighed. “You shouldn’t feel guilty. If there is anything I know for certain, we aren’t are parents. Not that you’re parents aren’t cool, sometimes, but you’re your own person.” Kie seemed to untense slightly, humming quietly in response. “And if anyone deserves Kook money, it’s obviously you. You’re gonna build an animal sanctuary or stop global warming or some shit.” 

If anyone on the island had good intentions with their inheritance, it was Kie. She’d spend it all trying to save the world. Lottie had all of her faith in that. 

“So,” she continued. “Let’s go to this party, have fun, and worry about socioeconomic injustice tomorrow.” 

➤

The Island Club was a sea of flowers and outfits more expensive than Lottie could probably wrap her head around. Women stood with their perfectly manicured fingers clutching glasses of wine or champagne, hanging off the arms of their clean-cut husbands who were mindlessly chatting about golf or bragging about their accomplished children. 

Despite feeling like she stood out like a sore thumb, as she always felt at Midsummers, Lottie faked an air of confidence as she followed Kie’s family around. Her parents forced Kie to say hello to a couple of their friends, following it up with a passing comment about Lottie being Kie’s good friend. They didn’t mention Lottie’s full name, knowing that everyone on the island knew who her dad was, the odd man who disappeared almost a year ago. Though, some of them recognized her from her job at the Island Club or from the gossip about her dad. 

Once Kie’s parents finished their rounds, the girls were free to enjoy the party on their own for the rest of the night. 

They spotted Pope on the outskirts of the party, dressed in an apron with Heyward’s printed across the chest. He and his dad provided fresh oysters and other seafood for the party-goers. Midsummers was probably one of the last places Pope wanted to be, but the money the club shelled out was too good to pass up, and his dad couldn’t do it all on his own. 

As they approached him, Pope was focused on the grill in front of it, keeping his head low and hopefully out of sight of Rafe, Topper, and their friends. 

Kie cleared her throat and put on a British accent. “Excuse me, sir. Do we have to shuck these ourselves?” 

A slightly annoyed look came across Pope’s face before he looked up, expecting to see some prissy rich girls, but he was met with Kie and Lottie smiling brightly at him. 

Lottie faked the accent as well as she said, “I’m afraid it may mess up our costumes.” 

Pope looked relieved to see them, smiling and shaking his head. “We wouldn’t want that now, would we.” 

They lingered beside him at the grill, stealing a few oysters before Heyward swooped by and picked them up to cart them around the party and schmooze guests into tipping with the big bills they always carried in their pockets. 

The spot gave them a good view of most of the party. It was almost unreal to see so many Kooks dressed up in one place, enjoying themselves. As Kie had harped earlier, it did feel wrong, Lottie had to admit. Nearly everyone out on the Cut was still living by candle and flashlight, trying to repair their homes with what little money they had. And the Kooks partied. 

Lottie understood where Kie was coming from, and her disdain for almost every person at the country club, but she also knew no one else there felt guilty. At least she and Pope would get a good meal and air conditioning if they snuck inside, that was good enough for them. The Kooks, unknowingly, were doing the slightest bit of charity work by allowing her and Pope there in their midst. 

As she watched the Kooks move about in their colorful dresses and pastel suits, Pope kept his focus on the grill, but Lottie could hear the guilt in his voice when he asked, “Have either of you heard from JJ?” 

“No,” replied Kie. “He’ll be all right, though. He’s got the survival instincts of a cockroach.” 

JJ was almost as good at getting himself out of tough situations as he was getting himself into them. It was a stressful talent for everyone to witness, especially Lottie. 

“It’s all my fault,” Pope sighed. 

“No, it’s not,” Lottie said. “They jumped you, Pope. Topper almost killed you. He deserved it. And you know JJ, he wouldn’t have let you go to juvive.” It didn’t matter what had gone down, JJ found a loophole to get Pope out of trouble and he took it. He’d probably go to juvive for any of them, which was stupid but very sweet; it was very JJ. Lottie just hoped he was okay. 

Sudden applause filled the air, forcing the Pogues to cut their conversation short and turn their attention to the Island Club patio. Out of the building walked the Ward family, the special guests of the night. Ward Cameron was being honored for some reason because the Cameron’s needed more praise and recognition. His new wife hung on his arm, wearing an odd, golden headpiece and the smile of someone who just struck gold when a marriage license. Behind them were Ward’s children from his previous marriage. Sarah Cameron looked like her usual princess-y self, dressed in a long white dress and band of small white flowers and leaves in a crown on her head. Lottie thought of her brother and wondered how it was possible for him get caught up with someone like Sarah. She was from a completely different world, wrapped in the bubble wrap of Figure Eight. 

Beside Sarah was Rafe, who looked less psychotic in a baby blue suit and slicked back hair, and Wheezie who looked like any other slightly annoyed pre-teen in attendance. 

“Here comes Lord Captial and the Exploiters,” Kie muttered. 

Lottie snickered at the nickname before tugging on Kie’s wrist. “Come on, let’s go smuggle some drinks.” 

The rules were a bit more laxed at Midsummers. Trays of drinks were left at tables and easy to swipe. Even being caught with alcohol by someone like Kie’s dad who spotted them downing a glass of wine, wasn’t a huge deal. He had said nothing and turned his wife’s attention onto something in the opposite direction, leaving the girls in the clear. 

The Kooks weren’t too interested in Kie, Lottie, nor Pope. The girls were left to sip their drinks and giggle at the ridiculous outfits some of the guests wore. As much as Kie loathed the event and Lottie didn’t fit in, they managed to have some fun with bullies full of good food and head lighter due to the wine and champagne. 

Live music played from a small stage in the corner of the patio and a dance floor was nestled between the tables. Kie and Lottie danced together, stumbling slightly due to Kie’s long dress and Lottie’s heels. They spun each other around, giggling and ignoring the dirty looks some of the Kook girls sent their way when they bumped into them. 

They danced for a while, until the sunset and darkness was cut with the strings of fairy lights that decorated the patio. Eventually, Kie was dragged away again by her parents, leaving Lottie alone at one of the tables beside the dance floor. She opted to watch the crowd until a presence was felt at her side and someone said, “Whoa, look at you.” For a moment, she feared some Kook was trying to hit on her, but when she quickly turned her head at the voice, her eyes landed on a grinning JJ, dressed like the wait staff. 

Relief washed over her at the sight of him. All day she’d been worried about him, waiting for a text or call. 

After her surprise and confusion faded, she threw her arms around him, letting out a breath of relief that she’d been holding in since he was shoved in the back of the squad car. The hug caught him off guard, but he was quick to return it with a light chuckle in her ear. 

“I should really get arrested more often if it’s gonna get me this PDA.” 

Lottie pulled back, ready to ask him what happened after he was hauled away, but she stopped at the sight of new bruises that blotted the skin on his cheek. She was sure they hadn’t been left by Rafe. She reached up to touch his face and try to get a better look in the dim lighting, but he flinched. Anger replaced her relief in one shift motion. 

“What happened?” she asked, already having an idea of what his answer was, but needed confirmation from him. 

He tried to play off. “This thing?” He pointed to his cheek, and she nodded. “Oh, you know, just my old man.” 

“JJ…” Lottie wanted to do something, fix it, she just didn’t know how to. 

JJ didn’t seem to want her or anyone to fix it. He acted like the way his dad acted was a simple fact of life, which only enraged her even more. “It’s fine, Lot,” he said with a shrug. “We’ve got bigger things to worry about than my dad’s right hook, okay?” 

She thought that was bullshit, but she knew when talking to JJ wasn’t going to get anywhere. In that moment, he was focused on something else and any attempt to get him to talk about his feelings would be fruitless. 

“What else do we have to worry about now?” 

He smiled with his split lip and held up a folded piece of paper. “In the word of your brother, ‘super secret spy shit.’” 

Lottie groaned. “What does that even mean?” 

“It means I’ve gotta deliver this message from your brother to the Kook princess, who he’s totally mackin’ on, by the way.” A million more questions came to Lottie, but JJ spoke again before she could start asking them. “Don’t ask me how that’s possible because I’ve got no idea. But I do know that we’re back in the G-game, baby! We’re gonna be stupid rich like the rest of these assholes.” 

Her head hurt with all of the sudden information, but before she could ask any follow up questions, JJ slipped away and headed right toward Sarah Cameron. What a note from her brother had to do with the missing gold, Lottie was lost to. She turned her back on the dance floor for a second, downing the rest of her glass of champagne, and spun back around to wait for JJ to come back. 

However, all she saw was the confused smile of Sarah and the back of JJ’s head running through the crowd of Kooks in the opposite direction with a group of boys chasing after him. 

Lottie cursed under her breath and took off after them. 

The group managed to move a lot quicker than Lottie through the crowded country club. She muttered a number of sorries and ‘excuse me’s as he bumped into people, half running half walking through the clusters of people. Turning down a hallway, she spotted the group consisting of Rafe and his friends filing into the men’s locker room. They certainly weren’t all venturing inside for a pee break. 

Stepping inside the men’s restroom, Lottie ignored the odd looks of confused men as she followed a collection of voices coming from the attached locker room. As she hurried through the threshold, she saw Kelce, once again, holding JJ in a headlock while Rafe cracked his knuckles, looking ready to punch the shit out of the blond, again. 

“God, do you assholes seriously have nothing better to do?” she said, earning the group’s attention and surprise. 

JJ struggled against Kelce. “Lot, get out of here.” 

Rafe faced her with a smirk, eyeing her up and down. “You heard him, Lot.” She crossed her arms, not budging from her spot at either boys’ request. There was no way she’d leave JJ outnumbered and listen to anything Rafe told her to do. Realizing that, Rafe rolled his eyes and told one of his friends, “Get her out of here.” 

One of them moved to grab Lottie, but she looked them dead in the eyes. “Touch me and I’ll scream so loud half of Midsummers will be in here wondering what’s going on.” The boy held his hands up and stepped back. 

Rafe moved closer to JJ, clicking his tongue. “You’re face looks really bad, dude. You’re starting to look more and more like your dad.” Anger flooded JJ’s face. He spit at Rafe, pissing off the boy even more. 

Lottie felt steady panic rise in her chest at the idea of another fight breaking out. 

Luckily, the commotion of all of them running through the country club had alerted one of the security hired for the evening. A man entered the locker room, dressed in a tux and with an unamused expression as he looked between the group. Kelce was quick to let go of JJ, and Lottie hurried to her friend’s side, eager to get them both the hell away from Rafe and his friends. 

“Is there a problem here?” the man asked

JJ cleared his throat and fixed his crooked bowtie. “Pardon me, officer. No, there’s not an issue,” JJ said. Lottie saw the wheels in his head turning, and wasn’t quick enough to stop him from saying another word that could potentially make their situation worse. “Actually, no, that’s not true. There is an issue. We’ve got a criminal trespass in progress here, a blatant disrespect for private property. I’m in violation of all of shit, sir, but these young gentlemen, uh, caught me and were about to take me away. And that’s what you should do. Escort me out of here.” He looked at Lottie, trying to figure out a way to get her out of there too. 

She suppressed a sigh and smiled sweetly. “Oh, y-yeah. Me too, sir. Trespassing and…all of that.” 

The security guard remained stoic in his expression and didn’t seem in the mood to ask any more questions or argue. He probably didn’t want to question the son of the man being honored that evening; it was easier to believe whatever JJ and Lottie had said. The man grabbed them both by the arm and started to lead them out of the locker room. 

JJ, however, didn’t plan on leaving quietly when he knew the Kooks wouldn’t try anything with the burly security guard right there. “You Powerpuff Girls have fun!”

It seemed like Rafe held the same sentiment as JJ, wanting to get the last word, a deep cut. He plastered that stupid smirk on his face as he caught Lottie’s eye. “Oh, Lot. I forgot to tell you, you look pretty hot tonight. For a Pogue.” 

She didn’t know why that, out of all of the things he could have said, got under her skin. The whole night, despite knowing she didn’t fit in at Midsummers, she still felt pretty. Kie had picked out the perfect dress and done her hair and makeup nicely. But Rafe’s comment, out of everything that could have been said to her, made that feel disappear in an instant. It was an unfriendly but true reminder that no matter what, not matter what she looked like, the caveat of ‘for a Pogue’ would stick to her. 

Lottie wasn’t ashamed of being a Pogue, but it was a hindrance, a reminder that they’d always be one step behind the Kooks no matter what they did, how hard they worked, or how much they tried. 

Turning her head, Lottie tried to ignore it, knowing Rafe was really just trying to get a rise out of them, but JJ didn’t do the same. He broke free of the security guard’s grip for just a moment, trying to pick another fight with Rafe, but the man caught his arm again and stopped him. 

He hauled both of them out of the locker room and restroom, shoving them through the crowd of peering eyes. Lottie ducked her head in shame but JJ seemed more annoyed than embarrassed. 

“Hey, man, we can walk ourselves, all right?” he argued, but the man ignored him. Instead of dropping it and walking out in quiet shame, JJ did what he often did best: he made a scene. 

Lottie was caught between wanting to walk into the ocean and drown, and laugh. They were pushed through the people, slowed down by JJ stopping to down a glass of wine he stole from a table and sent loud compliments to the party-goers who had stopped to watch in slight horror and humor. JJ made sure everyone at Midsummers heard him. 

“Hey! Let go of them!” Kie’s voice sounded loudly. Her parents were at her side, trying to get her to be quiet but she brushed them off, yelling at the security guard. “You can’t just boot them! I invited them here. I’m a member of this club!” 

As the man was distracted by Kie, JJ shoved him hard and grabbed Lottie before they started to make a break for it. They raced around the crowd, who watched stunned and entertained, as Lottie’s own amusement broke through her embarrassment. She laughed as they approached John B. who saluted JJ with a wide smile on his lips. 

“Misson accomplished, sir,” JJ said. 

John B. nodded. “Then let’s get the hell out of here.” The group of three started running toward the dark ocean, where John B. had docked their boat for a quick escape. Pope and Kie broke away from their parents, following the three. All five of them fled, heads thrown back in laughter at their own antics. 

Midsummers was a fun party, but no matter how hard they tried to blend it, it wasn’t meant for them. But that didn’t matter because they had each other. They were the only things meant for each other, a group of Pogues with what felt like world against them.

[buckysgrace]

Under the Mistletoe

Steve Harrington x Fem!OC (Daphne)

12 Days of Christmas

Steve gets handsy underneath the mistletoe

CW: semi public unprotected sex

(smut. Steve gets handsy with Daphne at a party)

Daphne

The party was in full bloom, lights twinkling and pop music blaring as she opened herself another can of beer. It wasn’t her favorite, but it was good enough to drink. Or at least to get a buzz from it. The kitchen reeked of it, most likely from someone spilling it everywhere. That would explain why the floor felt so sticky. 

She admired the garland that was situated on top of the cupboards, even though it was beginning to fall off. Too many people had been inside of them, most likely searching for more alcohol. She couldn’t even really remember whose party this was, only that it was a friend of a friend. Or some distance cousin. 

Her feet were beginning to ache from the heels she had put on earlier, ones that she was beginning to regret. But it went with her outfit, and it made her feel cute. That had to mean something. She had gotten complemented enough for that anyway. 

“What did you get?” Steve asked as he appeared behind her, his hair pushed out of his face as his eyes crinkled with his smile. He was wearing a green Christmas sweater, one that matched her own. She also thought it brought out the green in his eyes. They had been the only two that actually dressed as if it was a Christmas party. Maybe they’d throw their own next year. 

“They’re down to just beer,” She grinned as she passed him his can. She wiped the leftover col liquid against her skin, trying to get her fingers warm again, “I wish there was eggnog.” He replied as he opened his can, wincing as it began to cascade down the side of the can. 

“I would kill for some eggnog right now.” She replied with a laugh, grinning as she stole a few napkins and passed them to him. He shook his hand free of the liquid, shaking his head as he began to clean himself up. She would’ve liked to place his fingers in her mouth and lick them clean, but didn’t feel like they were quite to that stage yet. Sex had been good, but softer and sweet than she was used to. She was ready to dig her claws into him, but feared that she would scare him away. 

She’d liked him for a while now, at least crushed on him through high school. But he never seemed to notice her, then again, she was three years younger than him. She’d felt lucky enough to meet him through college, her dreams coming true as he had started a few years later than everyone else. 

“Too bad they just have beer,” She grinned, “It’s not hard to make.” She told him as she took another sip from her can, wondering if she should bring some to him in the following week. She wouldn’t mind. She was pretty sure she’d do anything for him. 

“Of course you’d know how to make it.” He said in a teasing manner, his lips pressed into a little smile. She loved the way his mouth curved, felt like it was as unique as the way his eyes were downturned. There was something special about him, something that she was sure he didn’t even see. 

“My mom made it every year,” She brushed it off as they walked back up the spiral staircase, away from the annoying music that was blaring through the stereos, “No alcohol for us kids of course.” She added, recalling how he mentioned his parents would let him have a cup of wine on holidays. 

“That’s not as fun.” He mumbled underneath his breath, ducking his head down to keep from hitting the star that was dangling at the top of the staircase. It was on a rather large string, like it had purposely been placed there to hit people on top of the head. He had so far smacked into it three different times. 

“She’s a good Christian lady,” She said with a grin, taking another sip, “Do you think they’re bad decorators, or they just did it late?” She asked as she sat down next to him, pulling her skirt down so it wouldn’t reveal too much of her skin. 

“They’re just shitty,” He smiled as he tilted his head, looking at the way her skirt rose over her knees, “Wait, c’mere.” He added as he jerked his chin in the opposite direction, walking further away from their sitting area.

She winced when he wasn’t looked, doing her best to keep from limping in her shoes. He had warned her about wearing them, and she had done it anyway. Now she really did feel like a fool, but it just matched her outfit so well.

“What?” She asked as they came to a stop in front of a doorway, his hands crossed in front of his abdomen. He was grinning oh so sweetly, his eyebrows wagging as he waited for her to catch on.

“Mistletoe,” He replied with a nod of his head, grinning from ear to ear, “Kinda romantic, don’t you think?” He teased as she fell into place in front of him. She laughed, pressing her lips together as she looked at it.

“Did you put that there?” She asked as she furrowed her eyebrows together, enjoying the way that he laughed. She moved her hands to his shoulders, holding onto him softly.

“I would’ve put it in a better spot,” He defended himself, licking his bottom lip as he moved his hands to her waist, “But this isn’t so bad. Comfortable.” He added as he glanced around, reminding her that they were alone.

She nodded her head gently, standing on her tippy-toes as she leaned forward. Her nose brushed against his as her lips slid against his mouth, capturing him in a gentle kiss. Her heart hammered inside of her chest as she tasted him, allowing him to pull her closer.

He kissed her deeply, softly as she began to tangle her fingers through the hair on the nape of his neck. Kissing him spread sparks through her body, the smell of him intense as he began to kiss at her bottom lip. 

She smiled at the feeling, her lungs soaring inside of her chest as he began to rub his palms across her hips. His skin was warm against hers, comforting as he began to place them against the curve of her ass. She gasped, pulling away to look at him in surprise. 

“What are you doing?” She giggled as he continued to let his hands wander, gripping a hold of her hips tightly. She gave him a playful push, lips parting as he pressed himself up against her. She could feel his bulge against her hip, her mind suddenly feeling a little hazy. 

“Mistletoe,” He grinned as he brushed his nose against her cheek, “I just want a kiss.” He reminded her as he kneaded her ass in his hands, making her roll her eyes at his answer. Men. 

“You’re not trying to kiss me.” She stated, giving him a warning look. He snorted as he shook his head, looking very convinced that he was doing just that. 

“You’re just not letting me.” He replied as he leaned forward, his nose pressed against hers once again. She licked her bottom lip softly, leaning forward to capture his mouth against hers. 

She kissed him harder this time, letting him know that she was just as desperate for him as he was for her. His lips moved quickly, taking the air from her lungs as he kissed her desperately. She moaned against his mouth, feeling his groans vibrating against his skin. 

She gasped as he slid his hands underneath her sweater, his palms cool against her skin. She shivered as she bit down on her bottom lip, giggling as he moved his hands up towards her tits. She moaned as he pressed his fingers against her nipples, pinching them softly.

“Steve,” She warned as she glanced back at him, still able to hear the roar of the party from downstairs, “There’s people nearby.” She reminded him, giving him a look of disbelief.

“They won’t hear us,” He grinned as he began to roll her skirt up, looking at her mischievously, “I promise. I just wanna feel you.” He hummed as he continued to kiss along her neck, making her laugh softly.

“So eager, huh?” She teased as she bit down on her bottom lip, glancing around before she slid her panties down to her knees. She giggled softly, holding her skirt up so he could have easier access. 

“For you?” He grinned as he pressed his lips against hers, kissing her deeply. She smiled against the curve of his mouth, savoring the taste of the beer on his tongue, “Always.” He hummed against her lips, making her gasp as he gave her nipples a little pinch. 

She giggled as she squeezed at his bulge, biting her bottom lip as she concentrated on getting his zipper down. She reached inside a second later, biting back a laugh as she pulled his hard cock free. His cock was long, bigger than she’d ever had. He was slightly paler than the rest of his skin, a little pinker.

He groaned as she pumped him slowly, his eyes fluttering shut as he slowly rocked his hips forward. She leaned down, spitting on it before she spread her saliva across his warm skin. Just to get him ready.

“Wanna feel you,” She nodded encouragingly as she turned back around, lifting a knee up for better access. She grinned as she felt him scooting closer, keeping her back warm as she reached between their legs and slid his fat tip inside of her eager hole, “God, Stevie.” She gasped, fully savoring the feeling of him sliding inside of her slick cunt. 

“Fuck,” He groaned as he buried himself inside of her, his teeth grazing against the crook of her neck. His fingers were rough against her hips as he held her in place, his body trembling from behind her, “She’s so wet for me.” He teased as he reached a hand between her legs, rubbing at her clit softly.

She whined at the feeling as she began to rock back against him, savoring the feeling of his balls against her skin. She enjoyed the feeling of being filled to the brim, of his thick girth stretching her out. 

She leaned forward, placing her hands flat against the wall as she began to roll her hips back against the curve of his cock. She gasped softly, trying to keep her moans concealed as the tip of his cock pressed against the deepest part of her.

“S’good,” She whimpered as she licked the corners of her lips, her heart throbbing inside of her chest as he continued to press his fingers against her clit. She moaned from the sensation, feeling the pleasure spreading deep inside of her, “More. C’mon. Move.” She demanded, turning back to look at him.

He looked beautiful, his hair falling loosely onto his forehead as he began to rut his cock in and out of her soaked cunt. His eyebrows were furrowed on his forehead, his pink lips spread in bliss as he dragged her back onto his cock roughly. 

The thing that drove her the most crazy, however, were the little sounds that left his lips. He always sounded so needy, so breathless and full of pleasure. His grunts were deep and soulful, intense as she began to grind herself back against him. 

She sighed deeply at the feeling of him stretching out her walls, his cock buried far inside of her. She bit her bottom lip, using her palms to rock her back against his long dick. She licked her bottom lip, greedy for the feeling of him buried inside of her. But they had to be quick. 

“Fuck,” He whined as he dropped his head against her shoulder, his lips dragging against her skin as he pressed his palm flat against her abdomen, “You feel so good.” He whimpered as he pushed into her deeper, knocking her forward as her moans fell from her tongue. 

She gasped as he continued to drag his cock in and out of her slick cunt, dragging his lips across the crook of her neck. She reached her hand back, linking her fingers tightly through the hair against the nape of his neck as he continued to fuck into her. 

She whined this time as his cock pressed against her bundle of nerves, pressing deep inside of her as his balls continued to smack against her skin. She knew they’d be screwed if anyone walked by, but it felt too good to stop. She wanted more of him, wanted to feel him until she was sore and exhausted. 

“Stevie,” She whispered softly as she tilted her head in his direction, whimpering loudly as she rocked herself along the curve of his cock. Her thighs were trembling, her clit was throbbing as the pleasure burned deep inside of her. Everything went too intense suddenly, too powerful as he pressed his hand down harder against her abdomen, “I can feel you.” She whimpered as she looked down, confirming the bulge that was pressing against her skin. It drove her wild.

“Daphne,” He continued to moan as he held onto her, his face buried in her hair as he clung to her. She whined as she felt her walls clamping down around his girth, her high beginning to topple over, “Fuck, oh God.” He gasped, pushing into her deeply.

She whined, her fingertips curling into a fist as her orgasm hit her the same time that his did. She could feel his cock throbbing against her quivering walls, their cum mixing together and dripping down her thighs. 

“God,” She giggled as she bit down on her bottom lip, her knees shaking from the intensity of it all, “You’re bad.” She teased as she looked back at him, leaning forward enough to bite his bottom lip. She tugged, earning a gasp from him.

“Am not,” He protested, his cheeks slightly flushing. His brown eyes were glazed over, filled with lust as he watched her, “Well, maybe a bit.” He added a second later, earning a laugh from her. She knew that he was more likely to end up on the naughty list than anything else, but she didn’t say that out loud.

“Best mistletoe kiss ever.” She complimented as she leaned forward, giving him another kiss. She savored it, sure that it was the sweetest one she’d ever had. 

[christian-oc-tournament]

Please vote based on the picture AND the description!

Kyr [Lewis and Kyr @enjoliquej]

I don't know what you're talking about I am a innocent normal--mean HE IS A normal INNOCENT dog that humans on this planet use as companionable pets. He has NO desires to escape this planet nor was he put here for his war crimes he is just a dog. He is NOT deceiving his human driver, Petco Chewables are DELICIOUS. I do not have an alternate form, this is how normal dogs look.

Mip [Stronger Than Blood @gadzooksgalore]

Mip is one of the main characters in my upcoming story "Stronger Than Blood," which explores life underwater in my own universe of biologically accurate merfolk! Mip is a young seahorse mer of 9 years whose coloration mimics that of the blue ringed octopus, a detail meant to fool predators into thinking she’s poisonous. She's a poor swimmer and somewhat small for her age (a whopping 6 inches), which she presumes are the main reasons she was abandoned by her family less than a year ago. Mip's three moods generally include shy, nervous, and scared - but she can be incredibly brave when the situation calls for it, and possesses a bright curiosity capable of outshining her fear in the right environment. She loves seashells and has always wanted to keep her own collection! This sad, skittish child is one of my favorite OCs and I can't wait to share her story in the near future.

[femminger]

Art practice by trying some other artist's styles that I'm a huge fan of!

From Top Left to Bottom Right:

@ghostishere0 - the original reason I started this doodle, as I wanted to draw a "shepherd lovers squad" and their OC (who I don't know the name of F) was the perfect fit for it.

@luminesparkz - the best interpretation of Pom pikmin. If I were Mr. Nitendo, I would make them the official comic creator along with the manga comics.

@marblyso - If I was a little more unhinged and made a shrine to Erma Shepherd, it would be mostly marblyso's art of her, it's my absolute favorite Erma depiction <3

@rexscanonwife - another OC that I don't know the name of, but she makes such a cute pair with Shepherd and has such cute art that why not, let Shepherd have multiple canon wives at this point.

@citruscrisp - I think this is secretly Alph in an alternate universe where he makes comics about himself, because citrus has Alph's character SPOT ON, and also loves to put that boy in a situation (which I am happy for, I enjoy seeing that boy in a situation)

@daisythecomic - oooaaaaaaaaaa they look like little mice people they look so soft and sweet I love them so muuuuuuuuuccchhhhhhhhh

@louie-posting - I can't not include actual Louie Pikmin on this list.

@kiwilittle - the soft, the sweet, the one who makes the best family style art, really making me wish I was an inch tall so I could go to holidays with the olimar family, also their wife design is so cute that if Olimar didn't already get it I would shoot my shot for her m a a m

@pikbugz - really nails the soft aesthetic that makes pikmin such a calming series, and their coloring style is so soft and good that it gives me the ratatouille nostalgia flashback moment.

@splitster - more than just the wraith au guy, they are the one who makes incredible and funny comics; I've seen so many fics with the rescue corps where I can pick up that yes, this trait came from a splitster comic, and that's a GOOD thing. Made me actually LIKE Dingo, the nerve.

@diesaur - I can't do diesaur's incredible, unique art justice, they are amazing at using geometrics and have the best charlie (his little teefs...)

@solluxander - Cars, one of my favorite pikmin Ocs I've ever seen! Collin deserves a slightly unhinged sentient fluffball boyfriend, and I always love seeing the new ways Cars will interact with him.

@sillypikmin - all hail the best pikposter, who I'm still convinced is an actual leafling living on actual pnf-404, literally every time I have a bad day I look at drawings of Moss and feel better.

@eggpathy - thank goodness they came back to give us old man yaoi. I keep their drawing of olimar kissing the pikmin good night on my phone and look at it before I go to sleep and so far I have yet to have a single nightmare.

@the-knife-consumer - the only person I trust with Louittany, toxic yuri my beloved, I just adore their beasty brittany design so so much, I wish I could have a small brittany to live in my house...

anyway they have the best headcanons for our beloved blorbo hamster people

@natibranch - there's a voice line of Louie going "wa-ha!" in this really cute sing-song voice and every time I see any art by natibranch I hear that sound in my head as a little burst of serotonin, they just nail that exact feeling so so well.

@pikked-min - Another of my favorite Pikmin OCs, Yuva! A really interesting and unique character concept with a lot of thought put into the worldbuilding, followed by a strong unusual personality that had me looking at the pikmin world through a new perspective entirely. Please, someone, give them some sunglasses. Read the fic it's so good

@ssserf - artistic and deep while still somehow looking like official nintendo tm art, genuinely the best at the pikmin proportions, how could I resist trying my hand at the classic amazing beautiful Brittany Fruit Sweater moment, literally SO iconic

@kashi-pon - while I was working on the part of this that was just kashi's various highlife dresses there was a part of me that wanted to dedicate the rest of the space to paying homage to the joke comic of Louie lifting his skirt to show Olimar that he's wearing shorts, except this dress....well......

@diamondwerewolf - the reason we got louie in a little bunny outfit anyway, and thus why we got kashi's dress version. you single-handedly turned Louie into a tumblr sexyman, how could you

[fkmarrycill]

One Shot: At Ease

(Not my GIF)

Tommy Shelby x OC

1190 words, 🔞 for implied shagging and naked canoodling 😉

I've finally gotten my act together and finished something! ☺️🙌🏽 It's a one shot, which is the kind of story I write the most. In it, a single version of slightly older Tommy meets with a lover from his past at the local hotel–their regular rendezvous spot. It's tender and a little angsty.

Thanks for reading! ❤️

The phone rang while Ada was talking, and the scowl on Tommy's face softened. There were only a few people who had access to Tommy's direct line, and only one who wasn't family. He assumed it was her, since they hadn't talked in a while.

“Apologies, sister… An urgent call awaits my attention.”

“It's her, isn't it?” Ada smiled the canary-eating grin she always smiled when Tommy was thrust into a situation that tugged at his heartstrings. She welcomed any crack in the stoic demeanor he'd brought back from France after the war.

Tommy sighed, removed his glasses, folded them closed, and placed them on his desk. “I don't know who you think it is, but–”

“–It’s alright, brother,” Ada interrupted with a smirk. “I'll leave you to your secrets and consider myself in charge for the next few days.” She rose to leave the room and smiled a knowing smile, pausing long enough at the heavy wooden door to hear Tommy's quiet but terse “thank you” before closing it behind her as she exited.

He picked up the phone. The conversation was brief. They'd meet at the hotel in an hour. He poured himself a whiskey and lit a cigarette, a short break to shift his mindset before heading out.

***

Tommy lay on his back, on top of the fine white cotton sheets of the king-sized bed, his naked body flush from his emotions as much as from their hungry lovemaking. “Bloody hell, Veronique…” She still made him feel as woozy as opium when they got together.

“It's good to see you again, too.” She winked and kissed him tenderly before hopping out of bed. Rather than the kimono he found her in when he arrived, Veronique donned Tommy's white button-down shirt and sauntered over to the desk. He admired how his shirt accentuated the sun-kissed light brown of her skin. She rifled through her satchel, found a folder, and gave it to him.

He sat up. “And this time, you were in…? Ah, New York,” he said, after seeing the first document, a photograph of the Statue of Liberty. He put on his glasses to examine the scene that was captured in black and white. “Is that Yankee bird as green as they say she is?”

“She's French, like me, but yes. And much, much taller than you,” Veronique teased as she always did, being slightly taller than Tommy.

“But height had fuck-all importance when I was on top of you a few minutes ago, eh? Take my shirt off,” Tommy commanded when Veronique rejoined him in bed.

She complied.

“Mmm… Mine…” He groaned softly and rewarded her with a wet kiss to her neck and his fingers lightly tracing the nipples of her large breasts. Then his hands migrated to her full hips and held her gaze, not with the glare he fixed on most people he encountered, but one of unshakable fondness for his old lover. He brushed her shoulder-length hair aside, cradled her face, and drew a light mewl from her with a kiss much less urgent than the one he delivered when she opened the door.

Veronique was his favorite prostitute in France, one he visited as much as he could on leave and fantasized about when the tunneling and trench life got too bleak. They bonded over being different–Tommy being Romani, and Veronique being biracial–and often scorned by others. Since war time, she'd parlayed her connections into a photography career. It was an unusual choice for a woman, but photography was a cherished hobby she'd picked up from her older brother. Besides, she was used to being unconventional and loved the need for constant travel that came with the job.

She visited Birmingham whenever she could and always brought Tommy photos from her travels. Tommy, for his part, paid for the well-appointed room monthly, giving them an easy way to meet whenever she was in town, plus a second bedroom with heavy curtains and red lighting that served as Veronique's dark room, always stocked with her supplies. She knew he used the main bedroom with other women while she was away, but that was the last of her worries. She'd retired from her old profession, but she still attracted men with ease and chose the best the world had to offer to share her bed, wherever she made it. They cherished the strong connection they'd developed over times of war and peace but could never confine it to conventional rules after everything they’d experienced.

Tommy continued to shuffle through the rest of the photos, settling on one at a nightclub. The patrons were integrated, and the band was Black. He lingered on the photo.

“That one's in Harlem. I had a fantastic time there, always do. I'd love to show you around there one day...”

“Hmm…” was all Tommy uttered as he continued to study the picture.

She massaged his bare shoulders, finding an array of knots to tackle. “You don't get out as much as you used to, do you? The war, your family business, and now the MP role? It has all changed you so much.”

Tommy returned the photos to the folder and placed it and his glasses on the nightstand. He leaned back into Veronique’s capable hands. “You're not wrong… it changed all of us. You, so much for the better. Me, I question it every fucking day...” He closed his eyes and let her hands smooth his pain away.

“You made this possible for me,” she declared, softly kissing his neck as she continued to massage him. “And you damn near single-handedly created a much better life for you and your family. You've gotten everything you wanted, no? Why are you still fighting?”

Tommy had wisely suggested to his superiors that Veronique be recruited as a spy. She was multilingual, and it gave her wealth, power, and favor with her government, having the ability to collect valuable bits of information from the high-ranking German officers who opted for the “French experience" rather than frequent the tents behind their front that were filled with imported German women.

“Let me take care of you, Thomas,” she continued. Her hands migrated from his strong shoulders to his head for a gentle massage.

Tommy’s eyes were still closed, but his mouth hung slightly open, allowing his contented sighs and murmurs to escape and quietly fill the air between them. The feel of her fingers waltzing through his hair and across his scalp was mildly electric and soothing. “I've not been to New York yet, but it does seem like my sort of town.”

“I know you'll love it. And I will get you there one day.”

“One day… Yes...” Tommy shifted to lay on his back, and she snuggled close to him, resting her head on his chest. As she usually did during their trysts, she lazily traced his tattoos with her fingers and told him story after story of her adventures in the city. He asked her questions and listened intently until his eyes grew heavy and he drifted off. During their stolen moments was the best he slept these days.

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OC INTRODUCTION ❣ ELIOTT EMBERS

BASIC INFORMATION

full name ✒️ Eliott Embers nicknames ✒️ ― species ✒️ human height ✒️ 182 cm age ✒️ 17 y/o birthday ✒️ 30.06 gender ✒️ cis male (he/him) sexuality ✒️ gay hometown ✒️ Queendom of Roses dorm ✒️ Cendrea (my Cinderella fandorm) class ✒️ N/A club ✒️ Home Economics favorite subject ✒️ animal linguistics dominant hand ✒️ left talent ✒️ doing house chores quickly hobby ✒️ watching tv shows, writing, collecting rocks favorite food ✒️ pumpkin soup least favorite food ✒️ anything made out of eggs pet peeve ✒️ people making a mess after he cleaned twisted from ✒️ Cinderella

PERSONALITY

Eliott is, first and foremost, good at finding the good side in almost every situation. His family treating him like a servant? Well, at least he's gaining a lot of skills that may be useful to him in adult life! His step-brother is fighting with him again? Maybe he can use their fights as an inspiration for dialogue in his next fanfic! Hope is the only thing he has, and he holds onto it as tightly as he can.

At home, where making himself be too noticed would probably do him more harm than good, Eliott is quiet and obedient ― he knows when to put his head down and bite his tongue, keeping the complaining to himself, and when to exit the scene. Away from home, though, he transforms completely. He's cheerful and full of energy. Even if he can sometimes be a bit awkward when talking to others, he's still very friendly (sometimes to the point of not knowing when to stop talking) and loves meeting new people. To make up for having to be quiet and calm at home, he often indulges in a bit of harmless chaos. He jokes around a lot, tends to pull little harmless pranks on people, and is not above a little rule breaking if he knows he won't get into too much trouble for it.

Amongst other Royal Sword Academy he has a reputation of being always willing to help others, though Eliott himself is not exactly proud of it ― he's not sure how much of it is the natural goodness of his heart, and how much is just a habit of agreeing to other people's demands without even thinking.

A dreamer at heart; he spends most of his time fantasising about the life he will lead once he moves out of his house or, better yet, completely strange worlds. Often times, he gets lost in his own fantasies, making him seem a little airheaded.

Signature Spell -> A Dream, A Wish ; It allows him to bring to life things he had written about, within certain limitations. For the thing to came out looking good and actually function as intended, he needs to describe it in as much detail as possible, and the bigger, more complicated the thing, the more magic it requires. Most of the things disappear after a some amount of time.

BACKSTORY

A leftover child ― that's what Eliott calls himself, usually when trying to make a joke about his situation. He never knew his mother; she died in childbirth. His father, trying to give his son a good life, remarried quickly, not noticing that his new wife seemed to be more concerned with his money than his son.

After Eliott's father died too while Eliott was still a young boy, his step-mother sold their house and their family moved into a more prestigious part of the town. His step-mother didn't hold too much affection for the son of her late husband, either leaving Eliott to take care of himself, or pushing him around to do whatever needed to be done at the house, and clearly favouring her biological child.

Growing up, Eliott quickly found ways to escape his situation. Sometimes ― quite literary, as he would start to spend more and more time at his friends' houses, his absence often unnoticed by his step-mother. Other times, he would escape into the world of fiction, devouring one tv show after another or, even better yet, discussing his favorite shows with people online.

RELATIONSHIPS

Grace Celestique [OC] ― Eliott's vice-housewarden and his senior, they basically adopted Eliott the moment they saw him. Eliot can see that despite Grace's usual silliness, they can often be pretty mature and he trusts them with helping him run the dorm well. He often comes to Grace for advice, and even without that, the two of them hang out a lot ― they simply compliment each other's chaotic energy quite well. Duncan Lawerence [OC] ― Eliott's freshman year roommate. At first Eliott was afraid that the two of them wouldn't get along, considering how cold and aloof Duncan was acting. Luckily, the two of them quickly bonded over their favorite tv show and now not only is Duncan a part of Eliott's closest friend group, the two of them have also co-authored a few fanfiction together. Allan Embers [OC] ― Eliott's younger step-brother. To say that the two of them never got along would be an understatement. Eliott was always jealous of Allan getting all the attention and support, while Allan, being the spoiled child, would often treat Eliott horribly just for the sake of it. Growing up, the two of them would either constantly fight or ignore each other for days. Now, with Eliott going to RSA and Allan going to NRC, their relationship seems more strained than ever. They simply don't talk to eachother at all, and during every interschool event, Allan seems to be avoiding his brother like the plague. Eliott isn't sure why Allan suddenly stopped picking on him and started to just ignore him the whole time, but he chooses to think of it as a blessing. That way, he can have some peace. Trey Clover ― Growing up in the same neighbourgood, the two of them quickly became friends. Not only did they spend hours playing together, Eliott would spend most of his free time at the Clover's house, adoring the atmosphere there. He very much sees Trey as an older brother figure, and even if they can't spend as much time together now, they still keep in contact and meet up as often, as they can. Che'nya ― The two of them are childhood friends as well, and they grew even closer after they both got into RSA and if Eliott is not spending time with the friends from his dorm, he's usually always with Che'nya. Separately, Eliott is almost a model student, but together with Che'nya, they're the staff's biggest headache, as Che'nya often happily enables Eliott's mischief seeking behaviours. ♡ Riddle Rosehearts ― They're both childhood friends and neighbours, as the new house Eliott's family moved into was next to the Rosehearts' house, with the windows to the boys' bedrooms being opposite eachother. Eliott would often see Riddle through the window and grew curious about the boy, readily taking the first chance to befriend him. Despite how different their temperaments were, they quickly grew close ― when they couldn't see each other anymore, they would exchange letters through their windows. Eliott didn't understand why after some time their friendship suddenly stopped altogether, with Riddle ignoring his letters, but he assumed he must have done something to make the boy upset. He missed his friend, but there was nothing he could've done about it, and with enough of his own problems, he didn't have the time to dwell on it. They only rekindled their friendship after Riddle's overblot; they slowly learn how to be friends again, often meeting up on the weekends or after school, if Riddle has the time.

TRIVIA

he's the housewarden of Cendrea. he took the position at the beginning of his sophomore year, after being chosen by a popular vote by his dorm mates at the end of the previous school year

Eliott is a passionate ― and a quite prolific ― fanfiction writer. he specialises in writing long-winded modern AUs for fantasy shows that may be bittersweet, but still always have a happy ending. he's not particularly shy about this interest of his and will happily show his works to whoever asks about it

his dream career is becoming a children's books author

while he is good at doing all the various house chores, he doesn't especially enjoy them

not only does he feed the mice living in his house, he also gives them names and talks to them as if they are his friends ― he's been doing it since he was a child

he has an old shoebox that he keeps under his desk, full of the rocks he collected on his walks

most of the time he stays at RSA during the winter and summer breaks

he doesn't like eggs because when he was younger, he often had to cook for himself and eggs were the easiest thing he could cook in different ways, so now he says after eating them so often, he got bored of them

he likes to wear baggy/oversized clothes

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