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

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she makes a peculiar Venus

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for any oc you want

What is your general favourite thing about the character? What is your least favourite?

thank you for the ask <3333 i'm gonna go with Anwen Hawke for this one since she's been on my mind :3

19. What is your general favorite thing about the character? What is your least favorite?

Favorite: idk how to really articulate but like. Anwen is so cool. She doesn't get stuck second guessing herself, she just acts, and even if a situation goes haywire she rolls with the punches. She has the resilience of a stubborn shit-stain that won't come off your boot, and even if she has a generally lighthearted front attitude most of the time, she is truly an intimidating presence when she wants to be.

But like, at the same time, at the heart of it is a woman who's just trying to get by and be a decent person. At her core, I think Anwen has a very sweet part of herself, and while that part can get buried by a lot of her circumstances, she's not trying to hide it. And I love her for it <3

Least Favorite: *gripping her by the shoulders and shaking her* - "Anwen bby girl please make better decisions i am begging you". Like, she sticks her nose into a lot of situations she does not need to be a part of, especially in Act 1. Two examples off the top of my head:

Example #1: As an apostate mage, as soon as she got a whiff of templar nonsense going on she should have dropped looking for Keran, but noooo not only did she track him down but then she mouthed off to the knight captain's face and put herself and her sister on the Chantry's radar 😭

Example #2: Anwen had no right to win the Arishok duel, anyone could have told you that she was going to get herself killed. Even though she won, he nearly did kill her and left her scarred for life, physically and emotionally. Was it selfless? Yes. Was it heroic? Yes. Was it an Objectively Stupid thing to do? Also yes 💀

Character Asks Game

[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.

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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!!!

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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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OC Tag Game

Thank you for tagging me, @dudewheresmynug !! I love Lydia and it was fun to learn more about her 🥰

I think a lot of people I know have already been tagged, BUT I want to hear more about @jeyradan @buckynats @uniquelyuninspired @master-of-the-elements @thepoetskettle @antivan-sprig and anyone else who wants to play, if you haven't already!

Also, I only have two photos of Eann on my phone (I'm traveling this weekend) and I took them both before I realized my hair settings were on medium, so... just imagine her with stranded hair 😅😅💕

Name: Eann Aldwir

Alias: Nuglet, sometimes Nuggles or Nuggie or just Nug. Don't tell Neve (EVER) but Eann is small and pinkish with big ears and when she first started working with Strife she'd get put on cave duty a lot because she could fit in tight spaces. The team started calling her Nuglet, etc. She hates this nickname. Neve would love it. DON'T TELL NEVE.

Gender: Female

Sexual Orientation: Lesbian/Queer (mainly interested in women but not gender essentialist about these things)

Age: 32? 33? A little younger than Neve (and me lol), probably, but old enough not to care.

Spoken language: Common, some Elvish, a few interesting curses in various languages picked up from Varric (she's making Taash teach her more Quniat swears).

Occupation: Muck-about mage. Good at squeezing into tight spaces, encouraging people, and making bad jokes in worse situations. Eann was never a circle mage, and barely thinks of herself as a mage at all. She mainly uses magic as the most natural and intuitive way of bashing at dangerous things. She was raised among the Dalish, but her mother had been a city elf; she escaped to the clans when Eann showed signs of magical talent as a toddler, and Eann inherited a certain gritty disenchantment from her mum. She has tattoos but not vallaslin (more on that in a minute), and she loves Arlathan but doesn't love the Dalish obsession with Elvhen culture and history. She's not especially distressed that the gods are false, although she wishes they could have been, like, cheap con-men instead of the worst people alive.

FAVORITE:

Color: Peachy pink! Rose. Salmon. Burnt orange. She is a whole bouquet of warm colors, not really on purpose but because her hair and skintone makes any other palette seem cold. If she COULD, though, she'd wear slate blue like the Grey Wardens. She likes their look.

Entertainment: I hate to say this, but pranks. Cute ones, not mean ones, but... pranks. Wisps in the pantry, training Assan to hide Davrin's favorite carvings on the roof, swapping out every halla figurine for one of Manfred just to see who notices. Taash and Harding will sometimes help, Emmrich is never not surprised, Neve and Davrin roll their eyes.

Pastime: She's quite keen on exercise and trains a lot in her spare time (needs those biceps for dragging herself up off the edge of every cliff in the world lol). She also is just really interested in people and will spend HOURS chatting up strangers and learning their life stories. She collects and dries herbs for custom tisanes (herbal teas) -- not medicinal, just tasty, and a way to keep her friends up talking until the wee hours.

Food: Oh, ANYthing. Yum. Except not mint, and not nug meat. Nugs are too cute. Also she identifies too strongly with them at this point.

Drink: Tea (see above), coffee strong enough to punch you in the face, a good Tevinter white. Also ale. Can't go wrong with pub ale, really. (Note: Eann is incorrect about this. You can go wrong. VERY wrong, and she has. But never mind.)

HAVE THEY...

Passed university: I meeean... the Dalish University of hard knocks? Basically no. Eann can read and write and has Veil Jumper training, but she was never very good at formal studies and her teachers were often exasperated with her. She's smart, and she has an eye for getting out of tight spaces/situations (again, cave duty) but she's not an academic by any stretch of the imagination.

Had sex: God yes. Eann loves people, in all senses of the word. She's a terrible flirt and she follows up. Gentle, though. If she sees you're shy or sensitive, she'll be careful with you.

Had sex in public: Well. There was a haycart once. But there was a LOT of hay, and they were subtle about it. She's pretty sure, anyway. (Mainly she thinks, why not a lovely soft bed if you have one?)

Gotten tattoos: Both her arms have light gold sleeves in the shape of wings! When she stretches, they shimmer in the light. No one really knows if it's because she loves Assan or wishes she was a Crow or just likes birds, and Eann won't tell. (But really. Who doesn't want to feel a little free?)

Gotten piercings: No, but not for any good reason. She probably would if you dared her.

Gotten scarred: Really a fact of life more than anything, at this point. A particularly bad one on her left thigh. Her scars heal well, though, and she's avoided anything on her face so far.

Had a broken heart: Eann generally bounces back quickly. She'll love someone until they seem not interested anymore and then she's on to the next thing and best of luck to you. But deep down she believes love is just a temporary kindness. The world is hard and hurtful and unpredictable, and we lose things even when we try not to. She'll do her best to protect you. She'll break her heart doing it. But that's not your fault, and she doesn't blame you.

ARE THEY

A cuddler: Oh sure, always. Touchy-feely as hell. But Eann is uncannily good at reading people so she'll also leave you be if she senses that's not the thing to do.

Scared easily: Well. She'll happily fight almost anything, doesn't startle, doesn't scream. But she gets CREEPED OUT by gross things, including the blight. Especially the blight. Also very susceptible to ghost stories, which Neve takes unfair advantage of.

Jealous easily: Nah. If you love her, you love her. If you don't, she's off. (But she does get her feelings hurt sometimes if people leave her out of things. She likes to feel connected and included.)

Trustworthy: More than she'd like you to know. Eann keeps secrets to the grave, and masks a deep seriousness with a few too many poorly timed jokes, but you can see it. Varric could see it. She's a bit like him, in that way.

FAMILY:

Parents/Siblings: Just her and her mother and the Aldwir clan. She sees a bit of herself in Taash in this way, both raised by single parents in a community that both did and didn't belong to them (although she also recognizes Taash has gone through a lot of shit she never did). Eann loves her mother, who's getting on just fine without her as armorsmith back home, but the clan was always full of children and other people who knew her. She was never really alone, even if she WANTED to be.

Children: Eann raising a child would be the cutest way to give Neve Gallus an actual heart attack. They'd all survive but at least two of them would nearly go over a cliff/ catch on fire/ raise a demon every day. It seems... possible? But more likely they'd find an orphan in need of a family than that they'd sit down and plan one. Definitely no pregnancy for Eann, ever.

Pets: EVERYTHING! A nug, a halla, a weird Hossberg lizard thingy, a Minrathous cat -- Eann accepts all comers. Neve might need a bigger apartment. 😻

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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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[ipilokko]

Not much of a question , but you should totally yap abt your ocs!!! Any of the m!!!!!! Id love to hear about lore or little details.. (for the q&a if youre willing to answer ..)

Ahthdhf AUGGHH THNK YOU 😍😍😍😍😍😍

Okay yap about my ocs... Lemme thinnkkk...

Idk man i love them so much 💔

I am SO EXCITED for their wedding and proposal scenes (I've been dying to post the chapter for WAY too long but there's still like a long way to go...)

Uhh so... I love how weird they both are. They both show their uniqueness in different ways. Roy just takes joy of little things- like walking in the rain, putting his dry hand in water etc. and his emotional intelligence is high. Mollie is like this highschool student trapped in an adult's body in some ways. I just love the way she bullies her plushies and how good she is with little kids. I also love Roy's relationship with little children. He'd make a great father... Or he already–

WHAT i like is their dynamic dude. You got lawful and naive Roy who takes every chance to worry about mollie, he's extremely calm and quiet but he can also slide a little into the Mollie zone when he wants to. We got Mollie to spice things up and order Roy around knowing he will– mostly – accept. She can make something fun even as simple as sitting or eating. I love how confident Mollie is and can be both serious and not serious depending on the situation even though she is mostly on the fun side of the life.

I LOVE how calm Roy is and how he's quiet and how he just talks with his eyes. And the way he just stares. I have a VERY spesific way of imagining the way he moves and talks, very spesific. I would love to animate it to show you the exactly how though i am not really experienced with animating...

And we got their beautiful flaws hfgfgfggfhfhh. My favorite trait of theirs can become their flaws in varied doses and i love that too 😌 The other flaws you will discover on your own as you read 🤭

I can't think of anything else to talk about without spoiling anything/giving spesific scenes...

I am SO excited to complete all the chapters and show them all to you! I think there'll be around 15-18 but it can be more or less... Or the exact.

Tbh i am kind of thinking about redrawing the comic with the canon way, without rushing I mean.

(if you want to know more you can dm me so i can tell you about the lore without spoiling others!)

[green-fifteen]

Boomerang

tags: platonic stobin, stobin child, OC, teenager problems idk, not!fic

word count: 795

@stobinmonth prompt: school

I'm thinking about Steve as a middle school teacher only because it's my favorite level to teach. How innocent they are! How evil they can be! And what a nightmare when his own kid shows up in class.

And, okay, Jules would want me to tell you that Steve is NOT her father, he just raised her with her mom and has been there every single day since she was born. It's an IMPORTANT distinction when the man in question is contractually obligated to teach her peers about condoms.

Right after the D.A.R.E. convocation the first week of school (a totally sexless function!), Kelly Nesbit made a button in Home Ec. that read, "JUST SAY YES TO MR. HARRINGTON" with wobbly little hearts in the O's. So you can imagine the kind of thing she is dealing with, here.

She sat her parents down the weekend before 6th grade to let them know the situation.

"Dad, you're not my father."

"I'm not?"

"You're very important to me, but we both agree that I am not related to you."

Robin cut in. "Okay so who am I? By your logic."

"You can be my mother, it's fine. It's on all the paperwork, you enrolled me."

"You do know my signature is on your birth certificate, right?" Steve reminds her.

"Unimportant. I won't be bringing my birth certificate to school and showing it off to my friends. If we're careful, we should be able to pull this off."

Robin and Steve shared a wary glance.

"And what are we pulling off, exactly?"

"Convincing the school that I am not related to a teacher." She gestured at Steve with a offensive amount of dismay. Robin made a mental note to have that 'terrible role model' talk with Erica that she'd been putting off.

Steve was eventually manipulated into agreeing when Jules said something like, "Aunt Nancy was right. She said you'd never agree because you're overly attached to me."

(Which I'm sure you can guess Nancy did not say. Her actual words were like, "If you ask him to pretend he doesn't love you at school, he might actually start crying in the hallways.")

So they don't speak to each other at school outside of 4th period, when Steve is careful to only call on her as much as he would any other student. No one suspects a thing for just over a month, at which point Jules manages to step all over her own careful plan.

It's something like this: it's 4th period. The bell is about to ring and Steve is handing back module one tests from the week before. Jules gets hers and just stares at it for a solid minute. He took off two points for that? FOUR points for THAT? And you see, Julia Buckley is something of a whiz and a perfectionist. A sense of indignation begins to build as she looks over the rest of the marks Steve left on her paper. And sure, she did get some things wrong. But what's the point of your dad being your teacher if he doesn't even let the small stuff slide? It's outrageous.

When she sees the little note at the bottom of the paper, a scribbled nonsensical little Good work, Bluejay! her frustration boils over.

"Dad!"

She yells into the quiet classroom. Everyone turns to look at her and then at Mr. Harrington, who is frozen with his handmade "BEST DAD" mug an inch from his lips. He looks like a raccoon caught in a floodlight.

"Do you think I don't know what peer pressure is? I wrote you a very clear definition. Do you even have a rubric? I want to see it."

Someone laughs or she notices the looks on their faces and realizes she's really done it now. She only has two choices. She can either insist she called the teacher Dad by mistake in the most humiliating way possible and endure the shame of hearing her classmates giggle and spread it all over the school for the rest of the week. Or, she can own up and buy herself a much longer, slower mortification. One that doesn't let up until graduation.

Steve eventually clears his throat. "No rubric-- just the answer sheet, Miss Buckley. If you have a problem with your grade, please see me after class."

And she decides right there, 'Bluejay' in his messy scrawl and 'Miss Buckley' in that strained tone of voice.

"Why bother?" She rolls her eyes and tries to sound casual. "I'll just see you at home."

She doesn't stay to appreciate the wide, surprised look he gives her or the astonished little whispers of her peers. The bell rings like a sign from God and she high-tails it right out of there.

[cressidagrey]

Heyyy

I couldn't find if you said anywhere what pronouns you use, so I hope it's okay that I use she/her.

To the fic: you put me in a reading slump, in a good way in a i-want-to-read-this-fic-in-another-font-way and I haven't found a way yet to find other stuff like yours. Honestly I didn't even read driver/OC before you 😭 what are you putting in your fics?

Girl I never should have found out how often you post because now I'm always on the lookout for a new update as if I'm not able to wait 6 months for other fics. Definitely not meant as pressure (and I know about the weekend break, have fun on your vacation) just in a way that I'm very impressed by you putting out there 8-12k chapter almost daily, while being a full time student (same here 🫠, not law but i have one law class and the amount of work i have to do to be good in it-unreal) and to have to edit it all, maybe even by yourself as I didn't saw a beta mentioned, but even then big extra Kudos to your and your maybe beta.

Have not read the latest chapter 13 yet because I want to read it on my commute, but I can say I love everything. The drivers finding out one after the other and always deciding not my circus not my problem, im outta here, gotta go bye, is way too funny.

Also not to brag but I clocked Max immediately when he called her Belle, I saw what you did there. And ngl I kinda want every chapter to be the one where the Leclercs find out I also always want it not to be so the fic never ends 🤣. By the way my first fic by you were Such a mystery, also a banger.

And here I'm saying sorry to any person reading this wall of text on mobile and leave with a few questions if you are comfortable answering them:

1. Favorite flower?

2. Ever attended a GP?

3. Any siblings? Younger sister here, and if yes I hope you don't write from experience 💀.

Heyyy!! First of all — you’re so sweet for even thinking to ask about pronouns 🥹💛 She/her is perfect, and thank you for being so thoughtful about it!!

Second — I’m literally grinning like an idiot reading this entire message 😂 The "reading slump in a good way" and "i-want-to-read-this-in-another-font-way" is such a high compliment I don’t even know what to do with myself. Thank you for all the love and support — it truly means the world to me. 🫶🏻

And you're right — I don't have a "beta" (unless you count my endless rereads where I catch the mistakes at 1AM lol), but I do have people I bounce ideas of like @llirawolf, who gets to listen to me ramble on at like 2 in the morning.

Sending extra solidarity your way with the full-time student life (and law classes omg — even one is way too much sometimes 🫠).

Also major props for clocking Max immediately when he called her Belle — you have reader superpowers and I love that for you 🤭 Now for your questions!!

Favorite flower? Poppies! They’re soft and gorgeous and so RED and just pure joy to me.

Ever attended a GP? Nope — I’m a hardcore "watching from bed with six pillows and three blankets" kind of fan 😂

Any siblings? Biologically, I’m an only child! My parents fostered my older cousin until I was about 10 though, so I do have some real-life sibling dynamic experience... though, not gonna lie, that whole situation didn’t end particularly well 💀 so some angst might have found its way into my writing lol.

Thank you again for this amazing message — seriously. I’m sending you the biggest hug and wishing you all the strength for your coursework too!! (And I’ll keep trying to find ways to stretch White Horse out just a little longer so we can all live in this world together a bit more 🤭🫶🏻)

[jaylawrites]

my love.

.. before we start with my first fic (heyy y’all 😂) , i just wanna say she ^ is my whole vibe. idk i’m mainly doing this for myself. if any of my stories do get big support, thank you! 😭

y’all are probably tired of the introduction so let’s get into the ff.

(IM A JAMAICAN-AMERICAN SO: BLACK OCs ONLY BTW, SO YES YOU WILL SEE ‘AFRO’ AND ‘MELANIN’ AND ‘CURLY/COILY’ ALOT IN MY FICS.)

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song inspo: ‘nothings into somethings - drake’

warnings: nothing really.. ??

jey uso x brenae (oc)

joshua and brenae broke up two years ago. all brenae wanted was that ideal life. get married, start a family, die together. everybody wants that, no?

josh and her were the ‘perfect’ couple. the ‘high-school sweethearts’ type. the ‘couple goals’ type. the “they’re never going to break up” type, but everybody who believed this was wrong.

after years, josh never asked the question. he never decided when he wanted to settle down, leaving brenae in a tight situation that quickly led her to the decision that she won’t wait for that man anymore…

and so she left him.

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joshua still wasn’t over it. it didn’t matter how long it had been, he still wasn’t over her. she was his everything and more.. but he was not ready — more like too scared — to take things forward. he didn’t know how to cope without her. even his family tried to get in contact with brenae but she completely ghosted them all. except trinity, that was her best-friend (besides her sister) , the person she trusted with everything. she was forever thankful glad that she had gotten close with her in that time that her and jon were together. the last two years of his life had been hell and he had relapsed into his drinking addiction.

big cup of ac’, i’m drowsy

fast forward, the vulnerable man was now drunk and in his emotions, dang near ready to get into bed. the use of alcohol and sleep to replace tears seemed like the best solution to him. he was now on his fifth drink he had made using his built-in bar, an affordable vision brought to life that helped explain his character.

i’m still posted up where you first found me

joshua was scrolling through his phone, wasting time as he had no love for anything hobbies or enjoyment anymore. on instagram, he saw that trinity had uploaded a new post.

it was with..

brenae..?

he sat up straight on his couch, his lidded eyes widen as he stares down at the screen in his hand. it was brenae. he hadn’t seen or heard from her in two years and now she’s on trinity’s post? ‘it has to be serious?..’ he thought.

and there she was. ‘with trinity.. in front of some balloons and flowers. a comfortable, dark scenery, probably an important event i don’t know about..’ and he was right. he zoomed in. a man.. next to brenae. he hadn’t even noticed, way too focused on her looks; you’d think she wouldn’t have changed much in only two years. the moonlight shimmered down on her as she smiled… that smile. it could make the whole room light up in a matter of seconds!

“who the f*ck is that?”, josh had managed to slur out in a whisper. “who is that man..”

no hope — he does not know him. his eyes move down the screen to the caption ‘my favorite, my best-friend, a sister to me! i love you so much, sissy, and congrats on your engagement 🥲😘’

did i just read that you just got engaged on me?

i heard from your friend, you couldn’t even tell me

joshua had practically jumped out of his seat because what do you mean engagement? ‘it’s been TWO YEARS.. two years and the woman is already engaged? after all the effort that i had put into the relationship, all the tears i spent crying over this girl, i meant not a d*mn thing to her!’, he kept repeating the last sentence in his mind over and over again until it drowned out all the other thoughts that he had left.

this time alcohol and sleep couldn’t save this man. he was too far gone. the love of his life had left him and he still wasn’t over that… and now his own sister-in-law is posting a congratulations in regards to her engagement?

“cool. so that’s it then.. huh? the one thing she wanted i couldn’t give to her, am i a man?”, he cried out to himself in a shaky breath, dropping his phone on the couch while he did his best to not drop the alcohol mix in his hands. “i’m not a man… i’m not the man she wanted. she couldn’t even wait for me.. she didn’t wait..”

or better yet wait on me..

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author’s note:

BYE, DID I DO GOOD? 😅😭 I KNOW IT’S SHORT BUT I TRIED GOING FOR AN EMOTIONAL FEEL!

y’all i’m scaredduhh.. okay, there y’all go my first fiction, mwah!

[jax-winchester]

The Gilmore Girls biggest fault is ruining already established great characters. Very long ramble and its just my opinion. Please read and tell me your thoughts but be nice!

Dean

Dean was a great character in the beginning! He was a dreamy, slightly mysterious, new kid from Chicago who worked on cars. His initial attraction to Rory is because of how intently she reads, Lane says he is thrilled when he hears Rory has been accepted to the prestigious private school Chilton. Then the writers dumb him down, Rory’s love of books bores him, he doesn’t care about her pursuit of an Ivy League education, he cheats on his wife with Rory.

Jess

Now I do really like Jess but his character was basically just an edgier version of Deans original character. Dreamy new boy from New York, mysterious, and he also notices how much Rory likes to read, but he likes reading too. However, to set them apart Jess has an attitude and is mischievous. Jess makes it known he has a thing for Rory pretty much since he’s introduced (Like Dean). It makes Jess look like a jerk. Since he’s literally encouraging Rory to leave her boyfriend for him. Then they do get into a relationship! Jess’s attitude just grows and grows. Some of his actions towards Rory are inexcusable. Then ✨poof✨ he just disappears. Jess was a complex character with a bad past, the show really could have leaned into that. We could have seen more character growth. But nope! (Also side note I think Jess and Paris would have been a great couple)

Marty

Marty was a funny new guy Rory meets at college. We first see him when He and Rory show up extra early to their first class (showing one of their similarities). Then, his first introduction is Rory finding him butt naked in front of her dorm. (My personal favorite introduction). He also has a slightly similar financial situation as Rory. While yes Rory’s grandparents have money Rory doesn’t. What money she gets from Emily and Richard comes with strings. Marty is always working odd jobs to help put him through school. He isn’t a trust fund kid and while I think Rory has a trust fund. She does know what its like not to have money. Lets not forget Lorelai and Rory lived in a shed! (But yeah Rory is pretty spoiled by the end) They have similar sense of humors and they like the same movies! He was really sweet (also cute) and he was a perfect new friend for Rory. But Noooo, he just had to have feelings for her. Then, he disappears for like 3? seasons and pops up like 2 more times.

Paris

Paris was a highly competitive, extremely smart, and witty student. (Also slightly a bitch but love her though). Paris and Rory pushed each other to do better in their classes. We find out though Paris is more than just a strong student. She has home life issues and struggles with self esteem. She also has had a long time crush on cute classmate Tristian. There is some focus on Paris’s issues with self-esteem especially when she meets Jamie and she mentions her bad home life. But, her home life is treated more or less as an ongoing joke. I think Paris’s issues should have been taken more seriously. Especially when she goes to Yale after her breakdown when she isn’t accepted into Harvard. But, when Paris goes to Yale she’s basically just a joke. Her issues are solved by her obsession with arts and crafts? She still has anger issues and takes control over things. Like the newspaper and then CHEATS on her great boyfriend Jamie. I don’t have anything really against Doyle. Im just not a fan of how they did Paris’s character.

Lane

Its pretty universally agreed that Lane was done wrong. Lane was a great kid! The show really could have done so much more with Lane’s religious trauma. Also, with the fact Lane gets kicked out. Not to mention the Dave situation. AMAZING boyfriend Dave. I get it the actor left to star in The OC but Zach? Why not add a new member to the band? Create a nice new character, maybe a member of a different band thats playing at the same placed they are. But Nope! She marries Zach, has an awful experience with sex, then gets pregnant with twins. Zach slept around plenty before Lane, you’d think he would be better with birth control. 🤷🏻‍♀️

That’s enough rambling for now.

[roanofarcc]

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.

[vancemedicibutwhimsical]

Dont feel pressured or anything but now thaf uve put that idea in my head id like to hear more about them like hcs and stuff,

justed has been one of mt favs for awhile i think jts cutie

I AM GOONG TO THROW UP ON YOU/POS/PPOS/POS

I am not pressured i fucking love justin x ted and need so much more of them so let me tell you.

Also this MIGHT be an ask ive already answered i genuinely cant tell if tumblr is tweaking and gave this one back BUT WHATEVER IM ANSWERING IT ANYWAY

one of my biggest headcanons between the two of them, following the ‘ted fell first Justin fell harder’ situation, is that Ted would have his first experience in actually gifting your partner things/thinking of them when you see something.

In my scenario with Ted and Mandy, I think growing up in that misogynistic sort of time, Ted didn't realize that the lack of concern for providing anything to Mandy wasn't just ‘dude stuff’, he just wasn't interested in being her boyfriend outside of the status it gave him. In his head, he figured she could just buy herself things and it would be easier, right?

But when it comes to Justin, Ted can’t see anything related to Justin's interests without thinking of him. I think he'd be a bit embarrassed to actually be vulnerable and show that for a while, but one day would cave. Maybe Justin's birthday or something is coming up >_< I also love to think about their style differences and how they both pretty much admire each other. Sure, Justin is a prissy rich kid, but he does look great with his shirt tucked into some slacks. Ted might be a barbaric idiot, but he pulls off a jersey and shorts very well.

Although, they like to see each other on the opposite side of the spectrum. Ted loves the way Justin looks after they've played catch in the dirt; once-pristine running shorts and shoes covered in dusty dirt, his competitive expression slick with sweat. Justin likes formal events at school because he gets to see Ted in a dress shirt, a tie, or even a suit. He likes how button-ups hug Ted's hard-earned muscles, and how he gets to adjust his tie every 5 minutes for a closer look at his face. Overall my favorite headcanon has to be Justin turning Ted from this egotistical jock into a pretty genuine guy- sort of how he behaves when Jimmy unites all the cliques for a second. Not to say he's some fairytale boyfriend, but I think Justin makes him more bearable to be around. Teaches him some 'rich boy' manners that Ted probably doesn't understand fully, but attempts to follow in order to see Justin smile.

i love them,,,, guys,,, pls send asks for ships or ocs anytime you like i LOVE ANSWERING ASKS

[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?