#who i then just turned into a middle aged random oc

[amoebeau]

have you . Ever drawn.. . ..fiver nights of ffreddpyks....... . . .

YES I HAVE ACTUALLY its embarrassing but my old arts still floating around out here actually.... quite scary

here is a quick feddy for your troubles

[jazziejax]

𝐓𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - Adonis Creed x Black!OC

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - What was supposed to be an apology turned into an unexpected spark. One bouquet, a shared look, and now the media has questions neither of them are ready to answer. But behind the headlines, something real might be blooming—if they let it.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - Slow burn tension, paparazzi/media intrusion, mutual pining, strong language, mild angst, sexual tension

𝐉𝐚𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞’𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 - I didn’t think yall were gonna like this very much, but here you go. I’m spewing out so many ideas, I might even go back and touch my Aaron and Kelvin fics.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 6,640+

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 - 🏸˙✧˖° ༘ ⋆｡˚

The video spread like wildfire.

A grainy clip—filmed on someone’s phone and clearly zoomed in from across the gym—captured two women sparring, one of them a powerhouse wrapped in black with quick hands and sharper feet. The footage showed brutal jabs, unrelenting movement, a burst of speed that overwhelmed the reigning champ of Delphi’s female fighters. A takedown. A scream. Small gasps from the gym.

No name was attached. Just the caption—“WHO the hell is she???”

Speculation swarmed online.

Some thought it was a pro fighter from another camp trying to embarrass Sandra. Others guessed a random with nice hands. But no one knew for sure. Chantal had been too fast, too focused, her face barely visible behind headgear and gloves. The comments were a flood of awe, disbelief, and messy guesses.

Chantal didn’t know about any of it that morning.

After leaving Delphi the day before, her fury had fizzled into silence. She wasn’t even sure if she’d locked the door behind her—just collapsed onto the couch, flipping through the same three channels without watching any of them. Her body hummed with leftover adrenaline, but her chest was heavy.

She hadn’t eaten since breakfast—barely touched the oats she made early that morning, but she hadn’t noticed. Her mind was far too full.

She thought of the moment she pushed past Duke and Adonis. The way her gloves hit the floor. The eyes that followed her out. And most of all… she thought about Armando.

This gym was supposed to be theirs. A dream they never quite got to live out. He would’ve walked in beaming. Respected the space. She’d stomped in angry and left worse.

By the time night came, Chantal was curled up beneath her weighted blanket, eyes trained on the ceiling. The guilt didn’t just sit in her—it clawed. And by the time she fell asleep, it was with a clenched jaw and a heart swollen with shame.

The next morning came just as the last.

She rose quietly, repeating the same routine. Brushed her teeth. Did push-ups, abs, squats. Showered. Pulled on a plain black T-shirt and black and yellow, Kobe basketball shorts with Nike Jordan’s the same color. She made the same oats again, this time actually eating them. They were warm but tasted a bit different, but she blamed it on her overwhelmed psyche.

She headed out just after ten.

There were a few things she needed—dish soap, protein bars, tampons. Her headphones stayed on as she moved through the aisles of the neighborhood store, trying to keep her mind off yesterday, but the pressure hadn’t lifted. Not even a little.

She thought time would wear it down. That she’d laugh at how riled up she got. That maybe Duke or Adonis would’ve forgotten by now. But it stuck. The weight. The tightness in her chest. The memory of the room going still, of people yelling, of her own voice ringing out in a place built for discipline.

She didn’t just feel embarrassed. She felt wrong.

She paused at the end of an aisle, eyes catching on the bright display of the floral shop tucked into the corner of the store. Pink, white, and orange petals swayed under the soft buzz of the overhead lights.

Almost on impulse, she walked over.

A middle-aged man with gentle eyes and a button-down shirt looked up from behind the counter.

Chantal gave a soft breath of a laugh, her hands shoved deep into her pockets. “Can you make me a bouquet that says… I’m sorry for embarrassing myself—and you?”

The man blinked once. Then slowly pursed his lips and gave a single, understanding nod. “Sí. I’ve got just the thing.” He said kindly.

And for the first time in two days, Chantal let herself breathe.

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The car idled for a long moment in front of the Delphi Boxing Academy, engine humming low beneath the spring sun. Chantal sat behind the wheel, hands resting on her thighs, thumbs tapping anxiously. She looked different today—though not on purpose. No hood. No scowl. No fight in her shoulders. Her long braids were pulled into two pigtails, and her oversized glasses sat low on the bridge of her nose. A small attempt at appearing… softer. Less threatening.

More apologetic.

She took a breath and finally climbed out, bouquet in hand—bright, fresh flowers wrapped neatly in brown paper. They felt heavier than they should’ve.

Inside, the gym hummed with life. Gloves hitting bags, sneakers squeaking across canvas, the low bass of rap music bleeding from someone’s phone. But no one really looked her way. Maybe that was worse than being stared at.

The guy behind the front desk wasn’t the same fanboy from the day before. He was older, stockier, wearing a fitted T-shirt with the Delphi logo across the chest and a Bluetooth headset in one ear.

He looked up as she stepped forward, awkward in her approach, her fingers tightening slightly around the paper-wrapped bouquet.

“How can I help you?” He asked, polite but not overly warm.

“Uh…” Chantal cleared her throat softly. “Can I speak to Duke, please?”

Their eyes met only briefly, and hers dropped fast. The man gave a nod and turned to disappear down a hallway in search of the head coach. She was left standing there, bouquet still in hand, fidgeting on the balls of her feet. Her eyes flicked around the gym, trying not to linger too long on anyone or anything. The memory of yesterday echoed in every corner. The way Sandra screamed. The sound of her own voice. The sting of adrenaline in her knuckles.

And then—

“Hello.”

The voice wasn’t Duke’s.

Her head snapped toward it. Adonis stopped a few feet away, arms crossed gently, his expression unreadable. A beat passed before she answered. Seeing her look, he explained. “Duke’s not in right now.” He stated, casing Chantal to nod before she blinked.

“Hi.” She said quietly.

They met somewhere in the middle of the lobby, just near the counter, the air between them thick with everything that hadn’t been said yesterday. Chantal shifted her weight, eyes flickering up to meet his before falling again. Her fingers flexed once, then twice, around the bouquet.

“These are for you.” She said, her voice unsure. “Or… Duke.”

Adonis arched a brow as he reached for the flowers. “Oh.”

He accepted them carefully, gaze dropping to the vibrant petals. A small daisy stuck out between the folds of the paper—charming and a little offbeat, just like her. He held them like something sacred.

“I got them because I didn’t really know how to do this.” She admitted, gaze still lowered. “And I wanted to come and apologize for… my behavior. For how everything went down yesterday. I’m sorry I brought that into your gym and messed up whatever rhythm you all had.”

Her voice was laced with awkward vulnerability, but she forced herself to meet his eyes again. He was watching her closely, unreadable, the weight of his stare like heat under her skin.

Adonis blinked once, glancing back down at the bouquet in his hands. “Flowers?” He couldn’t help but vocalize, not with sarcasm, but genuine curiosity.

Chantal raised her brows, lips pressing into a sheepish line. “Everyone likes flowers. And I didn’t wanna show up empty-handed.”

A quiet breath of amusement passed through his nose. He nodded slowly, that unreadable expression softening by a fraction.

“Well.” He said. “Thank you. They’re… pretty.”

Chantal gave a small nod of agreement. “Yeah.” And he found the way her face seemed to stay straight as she did so a bit adorable.

Silence hovered for a beat before Adonis shifted his grip on the bouquet and looked her dead in the eye.

“And I accept your apology. My fighter got out of line yesterday, and I should’ve stepped in before anything popped off.”

She gave another nod, this one slower, more grounded. But then her lips parted, and she said, clear as day—

“Yes. You should have.”

The response caught Adonis off guard. His eyes widened a little, mouth opening just barely like he was going to say something, but nothing came out at first. Instead, a quiet breath left his lips, a wry smile twitching at the corners.

“Fair.” He finally said.

Another silence followed, but this one felt different—less tense. She looked up at him again, a flicker of something behind her glasses. A vulnerability, maybe. Or just a deeper version of her usual fire, hidden beneath the flowers and soft tone.

Adonis tilted his head slightly. “You got a mean jab.” He stated. “Fast footwork, too.”

Chantal’s eyes narrowed slightly, but the corner of her mouth twitched. “Thank you.” She said, though she wasn’t really sure on how she should feel about the compliment he just gave her. Her hands then slowly fell to her sides now that the bouquet was no longer her shield. “I don’t wanna cause trouble.” She suddenly spoke up again, as if the words were eating at her and she just needed them out. “I just… came here to train a bit. Honor the place I sort of used to dream about visiting.”

Adonis looked at her for a long moment before giving a single, affirming nod. “Then train. The past is in the past. Whatever happens after that… we’ll figure it out.”

And for the first time since walking in, Chantal allowed herself to smile.

The air still hung a little tense between them after the apology, but something had shifted—tilted just enough to allow for a new direction. Chantal shifted again, her fingers fidgeting at the hem of her shorts as Adonis looked down at the bouquet once more, then back up at her.

“You got time to stick around?” He asked, voice casual, but his eyes steady on hers.

Chantal blinked. “For what?”

Adonis gave her a small, knowing smile. “To box.” He said, as if it was obvious.

She looked down at herself. Tight black t-shirt, basketball shorts that hit her knees, fresh pair of kicks. “I’m not exactly dressed for it.”

He chuckled lightly. “You think half the people who show up here come looking ready the first time?” He nodded toward the back. “We got extra gear. I’m sure there’s a pair of shoes your size lying around. And Duke always keeps fresh wraps in the back.”

Chantal hesitated, eyes flicking toward the ring, then back at him. Her voice was softer now. “You’re serious?”

Adonis took a step back, nodding. “Dead serious. If you’re trying to train for real, I’m not gonna let a pair nice shoes be the reason you don’t.”

Something in her chest gave a small thump. She hadn’t planned on staying. She hadn’t even planned on speaking to him, let alone being offered a spot in his gym like it was nothing. Like she wasn’t walking chaos. Like he wasn’t the Adonis Creed.

She studied him for a long second, lips twitching slightly. “Okay.” She said, and her smile was contagious. She hadn’t expected to be able to be here again, and now that he granted her permission, she couldn’t hide her joy at not being a total disappointment. And that grin was one that pulled Adonis in, copying gesture, making his dimples pop.

Fifteen minutes later, Chantal was seated on the bench near the lockers, watching as Adonis emerged from the back holding a box of shoes and a pair of wraps slung over his shoulder. She was already in her socks now.

He dropped the box next to her with a nod. “Try these.”

She pulled the lid off, eyebrows raising slightly. They were ASICS, used but clean, white with black soles and creased just enough to show they’d been broken in, but not beaten up.

“What size are they?” She asked.

“Seven. You look like a seven.”

Chantal gave him a skeptical look. “You know a woman’s shoe size by sight?”

Adonis shrugged with a grin. “It’s a talent.”

She let out a small breath of a laugh before she slid them on—and they were a perfect fit. “Okay… maybe it is a talent.” She mumbled to herself.

He crouched in front of her, holding the wraps out. “Give me your hands.”

She froze. Just for a second. Something about the way he said it. Quiet, and a bit demanding, but steady. She offered them slowly, palms up. He took one in his calloused hands and began the process—tugging the wrap snugly around her wrists, then knuckles. His fingers were firm but careful, and the intimacy of it wasn’t lost on her.

Neither of them spoke for a moment.

“You know who I am, right?” He asked suddenly, not looking up, his fingers moving across her hand like he’d done this a thousand times. At the silence he got, he looked up to see Chantal cutting her eyes at him, very judgmental. “Not like that.” He said, letting out a small laugh. “I just wanted to know before I spoke further.”

She then simply let out a small hum. “Adonis Creed. Heavyweight champion of the world. Son of Apollo. Fine. Yeah, I’ve heard.” She said, her eye focused on the wrapping his was putting around her hand.

That made him glance up, grin teasing the corner of his mouth. “Fine?”

She shrugged innocently. “That’s just what I heard.”

He snorted softly, moving to the other hand. “I know who you are too.” He said, his tone dipping more serious. “Chantal Figueroa. Wimbledon finalist. Nike darling. Media nightmare.” He said with a small wince. And those finals words alone seemed to flip a switch within Chantal. And she was back to reality, one she knew she could never escape. How naive of her to assume that life could offer her a semblance of grace this one time.

She looked away, cheeks tightening. “That last part’s their favorite.” She mumbled.

“I don’t always believe what they say.”

“You should.” She said quietly, a bitter twist to her smile. “I’ve given them enough footage.”

He finished wrapping and sat back on his heels, looking up at her. “Everyone gets angry. The difference is how you work through it.”

Chantal eyes drifted to his, and she couldn’t help but study him—his face, his tone, the strange calm he wore, even as he sat in a storm of loud gym sounds, from yelling to excessive sweat and fists. He didn’t seem to be patronizing her, so she took his words the best way she knew how.

Deflecting.

“So, what are you now, like, a sensei?” She asked.

Adonis looked up at her with a small grin before he looked off in mock thought. “Mmm, in a way.” He shrugged. Chantal exhaled a quiet laugh, then stood, tightening the gloves he handed her. She looked down at her fists. “Does that mean you’re gonna train me or something?” She questioned, her humor dry as she quirked a brow at him. “You know, since that’s what sensei’s do.”

Adonis cocked his head. “You want me to?” He asked, and the lilt of his tone was humorous, but there was an underlying edge to his voice that gave her a different vibe, especially with the way he tilted his head.

Her eyes met his, something sharp and stubborn rising in them, even beneath the softness. She wasn’t sure if he was flirting, or challenging her. Or both, but Chantal didn’t mind, she liked a challenge. And a bit of flirting “Yeah.” She said. “Show me your best.”

Adonis grinned slow, like it was something he’d been waiting for her to say.

“Oh, I’ll show you.” He said, a subtle smile gracing his lips, casing Chantal to quirk a subtle brow before moving around him and over to one of the bags.

The gym was a bit quieter now. Most of the morning and early evening crowd had thinned out, leaving only a few scattered boxers working drills in the far corners. Chantal stood in front of one of the heavy bags, her fists loosely clenched at her sides, a thin sheen of sweat across her brow. Adonis moved to stand behind the bag, hands pressed against the leather to keep it steady. He watched her carefully, as if he could see the battle in her head before a punch was even thrown.

“Let’s start light. Footwork. Movement. No punches yet.”

She nodded, jaw tight, and moved into position.

At first, her movements were sharp but stiff. Measured. Her body knew rhythm—she’d been an athlete nearly her whole life—but boxing was one of a different kind. One she respected more than she’d ever admitted out loud. She didn’t speak as she moved, keeping her eyes locked on the back while Adonis’s were locked on hers. Focused. Unreadable.

He moved with her, circling the bag, mirroring. He was calm and patient. Occasionally offering a tip in a low voice. “Keep your lead foot outside mine.”

“Relax your shoulders, you’re carrying tension.”

“You ever dance?”

That one made her pause for half a beat, her brow furrowing. “What?”

He grinned. “You move sort of like a dancer.” He said. “That…doesn’t quite know the choreography.” He added. Chantal rolled her eyes, the faintest smirk tugging her lips before she could stop it. “Guess that means I’m doing it wrong.” She mumbled.

“Nah.” He said. “It just means you’re just in you head. That you got something to fight. Which is good. But if you want to last, you gotta stop fighting yourself first.”

That settled between them, something personal, hitting somewhere deeper than her fist against the bag. She didn’t respond, just let out a sharp sigh before she just kept moving.

They ran drills for a while longer. He showed her a few basic combos—jab, cross, slip. She picked them up quickly, but kept her distance. Physically and emotionally. Even when she missed a punch and muttered under her breath, she didn’t look to him for comfort or correction. She just adjusted and went again.

After a few more rounds, Adonis called for a break. He tossed her a towel and a bottle of water from the corner which she both caught easily.

“You got hands.” He said, watching her from where he leaned near the wall. “You box before?”

“Not really.” He said, twisting the bottle open. “Messed around a little back home.”

“Where’s home?”

She hesitated, cutting her eyes to him as she raised the bottle to her lips. “New York.” She said before taking a sip.

“Which part?”

Chantal gave a slow shrug, sipping her water. “Does it matter?” She questioned, avoiding his eyes, twisting the cap on her bottle.

Adonis smiled, not taking offense. “Just trying to get to know you.”

She wiped her brow with the towel. “Why?”

“Cause I’m training you.”

She stared at him, hard. “Do you do this with everyone?” She asked, crossing her arms. Her weight was placed on one leg, and her brows were narrowed his way. “Wrap their hands, offer them shoes, ask about their childhood?” She listed. “Cause this is starting to feel a lot like a therapy session.”

He didn’t blink, but there was s shift in his eyes every time she seemed to question him. “No. Just you.” He answered lightly.

The silence that followed that hung a little heavier and Chantal was the first to look away. “Well, I didn’t come here for all that.” She said quietly. “I came to punch something. Not… unpack myself to someone I barely know.”

“I know.” He said. “But you’re still here.”

That made her glance back, brows furrowed, her voice a bit softer. “So?”

“So.” He said, stepping away from the wall and moving over to the bench closer to her. “Maybe you don’t want to be as closed off as you think.” He added.

At that, Chantal’s eyes landed on him, and this time she didn’t answer. He didn’t have anything to say. And she hated how accurate his words felt.

They sat like that for a moment, the gym noise around them muted. Eventually, Chantal set her water down, twisting the cap back on with slow fingers. “I used to go to boxing gyms with someone I knew.” She said finally, almost without meaning to. “A long time ago.” She waved her hand.

Adonis didn’t respond, he just observed her with a subtle nod.

“He said it’d calm my nerves. Make me think clear. Said boxing forces you to face yourself.” She exhaled a short breath. “I hated that part. Still do.” She shrugged, not meeting his gaze as her eyes made their way to her wrapped hands.

He studied her for a second, looking at the way she flipped her hands front to back and picked at the loose pieces of gauze. “But you’re back.” He said, looking at the side of her face.

“Yeah. Guess I’ve got more facing to do.” She replied with a humorless smile.

Adonis looked at her for a few more seconds, his eye trimming her figure before he stood again, nodding toward the bag. “Then let’s get back to it.”

Chantal looked up at him, the smallest flicker of something soft passing over her guarded features. She didn’t say anything. Didn’t say thank you, didn’t offer anything sentimental.

But she stood, tightening her gloves around her wrist with her teeth before moving back to the bag.

And that, for her, was something. It was progress.

And Adonis simply followed what she did, holding the bag. “Jab.” He demanded evenly.

She struck—quick, solid, but restrained.

“Again.”

She did.

“Harder.”

She hesitated for a split second before hitting it again.

“You’re holding back.” He said, voice low but certain.

Chantal narrowed her eyes at him, briefly taking her eyes of the bag. “I’m not.” She huffed.

“Yes, you are.”

Chantal threw another jab—tighter this time, sharper. But Adonis barely moved behind the bag. “You’re angry, I get it. But that ain’t gonna help you if you don’t control it.” He commented. Chantal paused, sucking in a breath as her fingers flexed, blinking harshly.

“Cross.” He asserted, so Chantal followed and threw it.

“Again.”

She did.

He leaned slightly into the bag, pushing it just enough to challenge her balance. “What’s got you tight today?”

“Nothing.” She snapped, short and clipped, throwing a punch before he could even think. He jerked a bit but nodded like he didn’t believe her statement, which only irritated her more.

“Do you ever let yourself lose control?” He asked, casually, almost as if they were having a conversation over coffee.

“Not the way you mean.” She huffed.

“Why not?”

“Because people could get hurt.” She admitted. Her answer was so fast, so raw, it surprised even her. She saw the way his expression shifted—just slightly, just enough to clock it.

“Good.” He said. “Now put that in your punches.”

Chantal sighed, taking a step back from the bag with her jaw clenched. “I don’t need therapy, Creed.” He hissed.

“I’m not giving you therapy. I’m telling you to stop lying to yourself.”

And that’s what did it. She lunged forward, hitting the bag with a clean right hook that made the chains rattle. She did it again and again. She worked her fists fast and hard now, breathing ragged, like each hit was purging something she couldn’t speak.

Behind the bag, Adonis braced himself and kept watching her.

“That’s it.” He said, voice steady. “Keep going.”

But her rhythm was getting messy. Her punches weren’t wild, but they were growing too fueled, too emotional.

“Chantal.” He warned. “Breathe. Keep your form.”

“Don’t tell me to breathe.”

“Then say what’s really eating at you.”

Her hands then paused mid-air, and for a moment, her breath caught. Her chest heaved up and down, her eyes making their way to his with a judgmental glare.

“Don’t do that.” She said quietly, shaking her head

“Do what?”

“Push me like you know me.” She retorted firmly.

Adonis simply tilted his head from behind the bag. “I’m not pretending I know you. I’m reading what you show me.” He responded. Chantals nostrils flared, chest rising and falling. She looked like she wanted to throw something at him, not just the bag anymore.

“I don’t need to be read.” She said, voice lower now, tight and dangerous. “I need to be left alone.”

Adonis studied her, standing straight behind the bag now that she was now longer punching. His tone softened, but he didn’t back down. “Then why’d you come back?” He asked.

And Chantal’s throat worked, but that didn’t seem to help her come up with an answer. He let the silence stretch between them, heavy and loaded.

Finally, he tapped the bag lightly. “You got power. You’ve got something real. But if you keep boxing, and playing tennis, like you’re trying to bury your own damn heart or prove some point, you’re gonna miss what this sport and the other could give you.”

She stared at him, her eyes flicking from the bag to his unwavering gaze as she tried to think clearly through his words—and then something flickered in her eyes.Not agreement, but recognition.

The bag was still swaying, leather creaking softly under the weight of her last blow. Chantal’s breath was jagged, caught somewhere between rage and restraint, the skin at her collarbone gleaming with sweat. Her fists dropped to her sides, wrapped and sore, her teeth clenched so hard her jaw ached.

Adonis watched her from behind the bag, his arms braced on either side, chest rising and falling with his own breath. He wasn’t smiling, wasn’t anything. Just… observant.

And for some reason, that made it worse. She didn’t speak again just stormed over to the bench without a word.

“Chantal.” He called after her, a little sharp, a little concerned. But she didn’t stop. Her fingers fumbled at the gloves, trying to pull them free, yanking at the velcro frantically.

“Chantal, slow down.” He said, stepping around the bag, cautious now.

She ripped the gloves off like they were burning her skin and tossed them onto the floor with a sharp thud. “I’m done.” She muttered, more to herself than him. She bent down, hastily untying the boxing shoes he’d given her, fingers clumsy, jerky, like she couldn’t get them off fast enough.

Adonis was beside her now, hands half-lifted like he didn’t know if he should touch her or give her space. “Hey. You don’t have to do all that. Just talk to me—”

“I don’t want to fucking talk.” She snapped, still not raising her voice, but the fire behind it was unmistakable. The first shoe hit the metal bench with a slight echo, the second one tossed beside it, her breath coming fast and hot as she stood up and grabbed her bag.

“Please, Chantal.”Adonis tried again, softer now, guilt flickering across his face. “I didn’t mean to push you that far.”

She slung her bag over her shoulder with a snap of her braids and locked eyes with him. “Well, you did and now leave me the hell alone.” And she looked away from his eyes faster than their gaze was held.

And for some reason, the words hit him clean. The sting of truth. She turned and headed for the door without another word.

Adonis stood there for a beat, running a hand over his mouth. Then his eyes caught the flowers—still sitting on the bench where he’d left them to train her, delicate and out of place among sweat and grit.

He quickly grabbed them and jogged after her. “Chantal!” He called, just as she reached her car. The sun outside hit her face, catching the glow of sweat on her skin, the defiance and anger in her stiff stance.

She didn’t turn, just pulled out her keys with clenched hands.

“Chantal, wait—”

He reached her just before she could open the car door, the flowers now a little crushed in his hands. “I’m sorry.” He yelled.

She froze.

The keys that dangled in her fingers were then clenched, still and uncertain.

“I pushed too hard in there.” He said, voice low, thick with something that wasn’t just guilt, but was understanding. “I saw something in you, something I always saw in myself once, and maybe I didn’t respect how personal that was. That’s on me.” He admitted.

Chantal’s back was still to him, her head slightly lowered, her shoulders rigid.

“I wasn’t trying to dig.” He continued. “Just… hoping I could hold space for whatever was coming up for you.” He ten gulped, a thick and long since passing between them. Chantal hands was clenched around the keys, and if it wasn’t for her still wrapped hand, she possibly would’ve been bleeding from how deep the indentations could’ve gotten. There was nothing but the bustle of Los Angeles between them, the wind blowing the loose tends of Chantal’s braids in the wind.

She then turned her head just slightly, not all the way, still stiff. “That wasn’t your place.” She said, and her tone was still clipped as she started at him.

“I know.” Adonis exhaled, stepping closer with the bouquet. “But I’m still glad you came. And I hope you come back.”

She finally looked over her shoulder at him—eyes fierce but glassy, her lips parted like she was holding back something far more tender than anger.

He held out the flowers again, this time without words. Her eyes looked down at them, the wind pushing the smell of the petals her way. She then looked back up at him, and though he wasn’t sure if she was still angry, her face still held a narrowed frown in her brow. And slowly, hesitantly, she took them, her fingers brushing his.

“I am still mad at you.” She murmured, blinking.

“I…think I can live with that for now.” Adonis nodded.

“And I’m not coming back in today.” She deadpanned, running the flowers in her arms, cradling it like a baby.

“I won’t ask you to.”

“But I might… tomorrow.” She said, her eyes finally meeting his, and when Adonis brows piqued at her words, she was quick to add on. “Or sometime this week. Or…next week.” She said dimly.

And Adonis gave a slow, careful smile. “Then I’ll be here.” He said softly.

“And I want you to know.” Chantal said, pausing just before opening her door. “It’s rude that you gave me back the flowers I gave you.”Her gaze was as sharp as her tone, unwavering, but there was a flicker of mischief in the set of her mouth.

Adonis blinked, surprised by her sudden jab, before a small smile curled at the edge of his lips. “Yeah, I know.” He admitted, lifting his shoulders in a slow shrug. “But I had to get your attention—and maybe a little forgiveness—somehow.”

She squinted at him like he was full of it. “Mm. Lousy attempt.” She mumbled, though just loud enough for him to hear as she gripped the handle of her car door again and opened it, on her way into the seat.

Adonis let out a soft, breathy laugh. He looked at her, really looked, as the sunlight softened against her cheekbones and the sweat still clinging to her neck glistened. “Alright, how about this.”He said, catching her attention before he entered the car. “I’ll take you out to dinner this evening.” He suggested.

She froze, her chin lifted slightly. “Dinner?” She repeated, her brow raising in suspicion.

“You said you were new to the area.”He said, voice casual, body leaning slightly against the car like he wasn’t asking for much. “I’m from here. I know the city. I can show you a few places. Introduce you to some people.”

Her eyes flicked to his, cool and unreadable. “It’s not like I plan on staying long.” She said, quirking a brow at him.

“Then take it as an apology.” He replied easily. “Since apparently, I can’t give you flowers.”

Chantal stared at him. Silent, her gloss lips pressed together, almost like she was chewing on the offer.

The wind swept through the lot again, catching the ends of her pigtail braids and pulling wisps of hair across her face. She brushed them away with one hand, tucking them back behind her ear, her long lashes fluttering as she studied him again.

Finally, she shrugged, nonchalant. “Okay.”

Adonis straightened. “Okay?”

“I’m not gonna say it again.” She said flatly.

And the man couldn’t help the grin spreading across his face. “Okay.” He nodded, holding back a laugh. “How about today at eight? I’ll come pick you up.”

“I’m not telling you where I live.” She deadpanned.

Adonis reeled slightly, confused. “What?” He scoffed. “It’s not like I’m not dangerous or anything.”

“You’re the heavyweight champion of the world.” She said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I’m a tennis player, not risking it.” She shook her head.

He raised his eyebrows. “Wow, okay.” He said, letting out a small laugh. “I mean, you pack a mean punch.” He quipped it like an afterthought, but her face never broke. Still stoic, still unreadable. Adonis let out a low laugh, running a hand over his beard. “Alright, alright. No address. But can I at least get your number?”

“No.”

He blinked. “No?”

She smiled then. Not a wide one. Just the faint curl of lip gloss and challenge, her head tilting to the side. “I’m not repeating myself.” She said, same as earlier as she looked at him.

“Why not?” Adonis asked, and he couldn’t help but smile at her as well, absentmindedly tilting his head with her. “Because I don’t want to.” Chantal grinned.

Adonis mirrored her posture, amused and just slightly exasperated. “Then what do you want, Chantal?”

“To meet here. At seven.”Her voice was steady. Very fine and decided, like the terms were hers and hers alone. Adonis nodded once, sealing it like a deal between competitors. “Alright. Then we’ll meet here at seven.”

She didn’t respond immediately. She looked at him, really looked at him, as if trying to figure out what his angle was. But there was nothing calculated in his gaze—just patience. Warmth. And a kind of gentle steadiness that made something tight in her chest loosen just a little.

With nothing left to say, she climbed into her car, the door shutting with a soft thump. The bouquet she’d taken back from him sat cradled in her lap for a moment before she reached over and gently placed it in the passenger seat. Adonis watched through the windshield, his hands still in his pockets, every line of his body relaxed and buzzing all at once.

And then—and he nearly chuckled aloud—as she buckled the flowers into the seatbelt.

He shook his head, a full smile breaking across his face as she started the engine. She didn’t glance back, didn’t wave. But she didn’t need to.

Because as she pulled out of the lot and drove away, she left him standing there in the quiet heat, heart thudding just a little faster than it had all day. The only thing settling it was a brief breeze that would occur every now and then.

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Back in their separate spaces, the evening sun had just begun to bleed into twilight.

Adonis stood shirtless in front of his dresser, slipping on his chain. The gold glinted against his skin, catching the light. He ran a hand over his freshly lined beard, checking the mirror, smoothing the collar of his black shirt he hadn’t buttoned yet. There was a buzz under his skin—not from nerves, not really—but anticipation. She said yes. And even though the Chantal Figueroa was all edge and no-nonsense, there was something about her that pulled him in like gravity. Sharp, mysterious. A little weird.

Meanwhile, in her apartment, Chantal stood under the stream of warm water, letting it run over her shoulders and back, rinsing away the tension of the day. The sound of the gym still echoed in her head—his voice behind the bag, the way he pushed her, the way her anger bubbled to the surface, sharp and cutting. And then… the way he’d followed her. The way his voice had softened. The way she’d noticed the damn flowers buckled in beside her on the passenger seat the whole ride home. She couldn’t quite name what she was feeling. Not yet.

And then—

Ping.

Adonis’s phone chimed.

So did hers.

He froze with his hand still adjusting the chain around his neck, turning toward the sound on his nightstand. The screen lit up with a preview of a message: “YO. You seeing this???” Followed by a link. An image. An all-too-familiar silhouette.

Chantal heard the alert through the steam, her head poking out of the shower curtain just in time to see the screen of her phone light up again on the sink. She squinted at it, then reached out with a wet hand to the counter to unlock it, not bothering to dry off first.

At the exact same moment, they both opened the message. And headline screamed back at them:

“ADONIS CREED’S GIRLFRIEND IDENTIFIED: MEET CHANTAL FIGUEROA! BOXING MEETS TENNIS? CREED CAUGHT HANDING FLOWERS TO STAR TENNIS ATHLETE OUTSIDE L.A. GYM”

Photos: [SEE THE IMAGES HERE]

And there they were—captured in sharp, intrusive frames.

The first shot was candid but clear—Adonis mid-step, one hand holding out a full bouquet, a mixture of yellow and pink garden flowers, the other tucked in his jacket pocket. His expression was earnest. A little amused. Like he was trying not to smile too much.

The second image was even more damning. Chantal stood in front of her car, her hand on the door handle, mid-turn while her other one was reaching out to the bouquet. She was angled toward him, head slightly tilted, her expression unreadable. Her hair, still in those pigtail braids, whipped gently in the wind. She looked composed, unbothered—but the camera caught the flicker in her eye, the way she was listening with a small smile.

And then the third was a zoomed-in moment taken through her windshield. Adonis stood on the sidewalk with his hands buried in his pockets, watching her. His smile, it was small but deeply genuine and trained on her like there was no one else on the street. Inside the car, the flowers now sat in the passenger seat. The seatbelt strapped neatly across the bouquet, just like a passenger.

Underneath, bold captions followed.

“No official confirmation yet—but sources say Figueroa recently relocated to L.A.”

“A match made in sports heaven? Or just a passing moment?”

“Tennis star Chantal Figueroa spotted leaving the same gym Creed owns. Coincidence?”

And critically—no one had yet put together that she was also the woman in the viral video from the day before. No comparisons had been made between the fierce fighter in the ring and the composed woman accepting flowers, though her wrapped hands were on. Not yet. But it was coming.

Adonis’s chain slipped from his fingers as he stared, jaw tight. “Shit.”

Across town, Chantal’s heart dropped straight to her stomach as she stood dripping and naked in the middle of her bathroom, blinking hard at the screen. “Shit.”

She scrolled and comments poured in beneath the post.

“Wait, that’s the tennis girl from Spain right?”

“Why is he looking at her like that omg.”

“I’m obsessed with this combo???”

“Tennis and boxing is an unexpected combo, but I kinda ship it.”

“Who is this nigga and why is he all up on my wife?”

“They look like they just kissed or are about to.”

“She’s pretty but he can do better.”

“Who the hell is she?”

“Tennis? Please. He’s out of her league.”

And all either of them could say was the same thing, again.

“Shit.”

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Bound by Blood and Fire — benjicot blackwood x tully!oc

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A/N: new fixation of the month, another skinny yt boy! I haven’t written an actual series in a few years, so here I am giving it another try. Also I know he didn’t turn out to be Benjicot, but I’m sticking with fancast!Kieran as Benjicot. Benjicot is aged up to 21, character is 18 — semi-proofread and updated (the character was changed into a random oc) characters physical description is not detailed or referenced to.

You can now read the next part here: i (posted July 17 2024)

Synopsis: Amidst rising tensions and a looming war, House of Tully seeks to strengthens its strongest alliances by proposal a marriage between Benjicot Blackwood, heir to Raventree, and Elmo Tully’s only daughter.

Content Warning(s): mentions of violence, no detailed depictions however. Era related content and sexism.

Word count: 1.8k

“It is done then?”

Elmo looked across the table at his son, his heir, as Kermit Tully nodded his head — his head bowing forward in response to his father’s words, “It is.” He simply replied, head lifting then to make eye contact with his father’s.

The pair stood in silence as the weight of his admission lingered in the air, the flames from the torches that lit the room casting a dim glow over the face of the father and his son who could have been mistaken for a mirrored image of himself if not for his own having grown aged throughout the years — Elmo’s gaze darted to the walls of their meeting room after a small, meek nod that hinted towards his reservations; gaze scanning the walls built of solid stone that stretched upwards in seemingly endless slabs, high enough that it almost seemed as though they were attempting to reach up high enough to the Gods themselves. The air was damp, caused by the ongoing storm outside having plagued the House of Tully for days — it made for a mess keeping guard amidst the growing tension between the houses, further enabled by the ongoing dispute regarding the throne.

“I do wonder, father,” Kermit suddenly spoke again, interrupting his father’s silence of contemplation as his grip on the hilt of his holstered sword at his hip readjusted, the glazed over look in his father’s eyes briefly clearing as he once more looked at him. “If I might…do you think she is ready? I do not wish to rush her into this, this is not a decision I think should be lightly considered…”

“Worry not, Kermit.” Elmo snapped, the anxiety in his chest heavy again at the thought of his daughter, shrouded by guilt that he was forced to swallow down. Pride. He released his grip on the ledge of the table made of weirwood and wrung his hands as he paused, his brow twitching and inhaling deeply, “We have given her more than enough time — all she’s had is time. It is her turn to perform her duty, just as we all must.”

Kermit’s gaze shifted, blinking a couple of times as he nodded, processing his words. There was a silence that fell over them both once more, the tension in the air almost suffocatingly thick and crushing him under the weight of it as Kermit thinks of his sister. Thinks of how she will react when he tells her she’s to be married. Thinks of his sweet sister, caught in the middle of the politics of the realm — treated as nothing more than a pawn and broodmare; his sweet sister who cried when he brought back his first deer after a hunt when he was twelve, big eyes welled with tears and nearly inconsolable. He recalled the days it took for her to speak to him again after that, promising to never subject her to such a sight again and do his best to sneak any catch in through the back gates. He thinks of the soft, sensitive girl who picked flowers and was fascinated by bugs growing up, much to their mother’s dismay — so curious and quiet, innocent and in her own world. Kermit wished he could have understood what it was like to see the world through her eyes sometimes, to see what it was that she did. Sometimes.

He almost felt dirty at the realization of just who — what — she would be marrying and that he was subjecting his sister to a lifelong commitment to a man who used to throw mud on her dresses; teased her until she cried as a girl, and then teased her more because she was a girl. That he was giving her hand away so quickly without giving her even a chance to agree or defend herself or choose — but what choice did a woman have in these matters? Kermit swallowed thickly, exhaling as his hands clenched tightly around the hilt of his sword.

Kermit did not have many friends beyond these walls that were not of his own blood. Benjicot Blackwood was one of the very few exceptions — introduced as children, both heirs to their respective houses, Kermit naturally found himself in the other’s presence more often than not; learning the ways of running households, trailing behind their fathers. Hells, they had trained together for several years and even fought alongside one another, too, on a few occasions after run-ins with Brackens. Benjicot had become a close friend of his over the many years they’d known each other, coming to know him as soft spoken, if not even shy and quiet and still, even knowing him and his character as well as he did — the decision still had not been an easy one. But he had mulled over the many available lords and their heirs across the realm, thoroughly considering each of them and whether they were suitable for his sister’s hand. No matter how close and good of an ally any of them were, how loyal they were, how fierce and powerful….Kermit simply could not consider any of them to be good enough for his dear sister. Benjicot hadn’t even been his idea. It had been his father’s idea, in fact — he was one of the first names that had been put forward when the discussion had first come up, but he had shot it down just as quickly.

He pictured the thought of his sister, sweet and soft spoken, scared of anything violent and bloody beside Benjicot — wild, crazy, and psychotic Benjicot whose eyes were wild in battle, bordering feral in simple fights that did not require getting bloody, pummeling men bloody regardless until they were nearly unrecognizable. The thought made him feel sick to his stomach.

“Do you think…” Kermit began to say, cutting himself short as he did not know what he intended to ask. He blinked twice, glancing down briefly before looking back up to where his father had turned his head to stare at him. They were both quiet, staring back at one another, as if they both seemed to be sharing the same thought.

Elmo looked back out the windows, looking over the fields that were soaked and flooded by the rains, seeming to know what his son intended to say, “She will understand.” He stated, taking a few steps closer towards the window’s ledge, looking up at the sky that was covered by dark, full clouds that hid nearly any and all traces of sunlight. “You should be off to speak to her, let her know of the news. Lord Samwell will be expecting you in the coming days. I am entrusting you to oversee finalizing everything. Oscar and I will follow.” He explained, back turned to him still as he spoke.

Kermit was not one typically to shy away from making difficult choices, but this one still felt like he was ripping out a part of himself. Like he had betrayed his sister somehow.

He nodded abruptly, bowing his head before taking his leave with a pivot-step and striding out of the room quickly, the doors swinging open before slamming shut behind him with the force of the guards stood outside. With a curt nod to the guards, Kermit turned and began wandering through the halls; absentmindedly guiding his way to the library, his hands clenched so hard his knuckles had turned white and jaw clenched as if that would steady him.

The doors to the library could have otherwise been a comforting sight on any other day, given that he had spent several days there in his youth, studying and teasing his sister into their adolescence over her obsession to memorize the history books front-to-back rather than being outside with the girls her age; knowing this was her safe haven amongst the busy day-to-day hustle of their house. However, it appeared daunting that particular day as he paused outside them, hand stretched out and ready to push inside as he listened for any noise; hoping that he would be met instead with silence that he could use as an excuse to walk away and claim that she wasn’t there — that he did not know where she was at that moment. Give him any excuse not to tell her…not yet. But instead he was met by the soft shuffle of shoes and melodic humming, his eyes closing with a furrow of his eyebrows as his shoulders slumped, sighing out a breath.

It took him a moment to compose himself — straighten his shoulders and stand upright, taking one final breath before he pushed open the door to find his sister; her head turning immediately to look at him, eyes wide and one hand up to her mouth as she picked at her bottom lip, frozen as though he had startled her, her humming ceased as her other hand held an open book, “Brother?” She suddenly asked, voice small amongst the room.

“Sister.” He greeted, voice low. “We must speak — join me.”

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“Winds are coming from the east today.” Benjicot said, looking out from the entrance of his tent before letting the flap drop closed, shielding him and his cousins from the cool winds that had picked up over the past few hours with the storm; clothes still clinging to his limbs from the rain that had caught him on his way back to camp, his hair soaked as it stuck to his forehead in stringy strands that dripped into his eyes. He used the damp backside of his hand to wipe a bead of water from his eyes as he knelt close to the map, staying far enough back so as to not damage it by getting it wet as he’d yet to change into something dry. “We can use that to our advantage if this rain slows down.”

“Any animal with even half a brain across the realm has gone into hiding by now, there’s nothing left out there.” Emrys said, his tone dripping with sarcasm as he sat back on his elbows, earning a pointed stare from his cousin. “Let us just call it a day for now. We will continue in the morrow — rest, warm up.” He pleaded.

“Don’t be foolish, Emrys.” Benjicot snapped while standing back up, circling the tent towards his cousin and deliberately nudging him with his rain soaked boot. “A true hunter does not just give up so easily, dear cousin. Though, I imagine this isn’t how you would rather spend your day — rather instead spend it with your whores, yes?” Benjicot mocked, the men letting out a chorus of laughter that was muffled by the sound of heavy rainfall.

“Regardless, we still might —”

Benjicot’s words were interrupted as a guard arrived, calling out to him as he entered the tent where the group of men were meeting, “Ser,” the guard said, stopping abruptly by the entrance and holding out a scroll. “A Raven has just arrived for you.” He announced, the scroll dampened by the rain as Benjicot retrieved it from his grasp, eyes narrowing slightly at the stoic male who stood still as a statue; awaiting his next orders. His gaze dropped to the scroll in his hands, the seal recognized as that of his house and glancing up at the guard once more before cracking the wax seal to unravel the paper, his gaze scanning its contents. In his peripheral vision, he could see his cousins sit up, Emrys to his right.

“Who is it from?” Emrys asked.

Benjicot blinked, jaw clenching as he lowered the scroll, sighing, “My father.” He replied. “He’s instructed us to return to Raventree at once. I’m to be married apparently.” He explained, voice just above a mutter as he crumpled up the paper and shoved it into a pocket.

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𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 ━━ S.TODOROKI X READER

SYNOPSIS… In which, Shoto Todoroki youngest son of pro hero Endeavour is forced into an arranged marriage with the daughter of Pro hero/ clan leader, Tajima Uchiha.

INFO… Todorokixreader , ShotoTodoroki x sasuke/madarareader, mhaxnaruto, crossover, OC!!reader, OP!Reader, arranged marriage, slightly angst, character development, uchihaclan, readers looks and personality are based off madara/sasuke uchiha.

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The water dripped down onto her head as she stared at the floor ━━ She heard laughter coming her father and other guests a few rooms away from her.

In recent events, Y/N had agreed to an arranged marriage that would help her clan’s war situation greatly.

She closed the shower tap and grabbed her towel before slipping on her dark, navy blue nagai that exposed most of her inner chest.

Putting on her wooden sandals she walked into the traditional Japanese styled hall finding her younger brother; Izuna Uchiha leaning against the wall.

“Are you really agreeing to all of this, getting sold off to some random? No one’s forcing you to do this. So why aren’t you saying no!!?” Izuna asked sternly obvious anger shown on his face.

He could only watch his elder sister tilt her head and stare at him expressionless. “I’m sick and tired of this, I just want peace upon our clan.” She whispered.

Her brother was unsure what to reply with as she walked past him making her way towards the middle of the Uchiha compound where the meeting was taking place, leaving her younger brother feel uneasy.

Stepping foot into the room she saw her father the no.5 hero, Uchiha Tajima, sitting at the chabudai table with the no.2 hero, Enji Todoroki, across of him.

She saw a young male who looked about her age sitting beside the number two hero.

He was tall and rather well-built. His hair was quite long, though it didn’t pass his neck, he had short bangs, parted twice as to not obscure his vision.what stood out was his hair was evenly split between two colors white on his right side and crimson red on his left.

She assumed that was her soon to be 'fiancé'. she walked towards the chabudai and bowed before sitting down on one of the zaisu.

“So, this must be your daughter, Tajima.” The fire hero asserted, staring at the beauty as she sat there remaining silent.

“Yes, this is my daughter, Y/N.” He smiled placing his hand on top of his daughter’s head as he moved it away soon after.

“Pleasure to meet you, sir.” Y/N commented with her usual straight face, lowering her head to show respect.

“Y/N is my eldest child and only daughter. She been accepted into UA by recommendations, perhaps you seen her at the exams Shoto?” Tajima mentioned as he gave a gentle smile to the number two hero’s son.

“No, we were probably placed in different sections of the exam.” Shoto muttered looking away from everyone. It seemed like he didn’t want to be here.

“That’s a shame, but since you both been accepted. That should give you three years to know and understand one another before your marriage.” Endeavour stated as his son stayed quiet with an unpleasant look on his face.

“And if we aren’t in the same homeroom?” Shoto asked angrily showing clear rebellion towards his father. Making the red haired adult give him a stern look.

Endeavour turned to the young girl needing to start a conversation to distract the two Uchiha of his son’s small outburst.

“Say, Y/N you must have quite the power considering your Uchiha heir.” Endeavour said making the girl turn her head to face him.

It then became obvious that he only wanted her to marry his son for a more powerful heritage and connection to his family.

She then turned to look at her father before he gave her a clear nod. “People of the main family all the same quirk called Kekkai Genkai, it depends if you’re able to awaken it or not.” She explained.

“My apologies, It seems I have forgotten. What about you Y/N have you awaken your Kekkai Genkai.” The pro hero smirked.

Before she was able to say enough her father had joined the conversation. “If you ask me Y/N has the strongest abilities the Uchiha clan has seen in a long time.”

Her eyes widened as her cheeks showed an unnoticeable pink. As her father smiled, fully aware of his daughter’s potential and power.

“Doesn’t matter, you’d be useless to me anyway.” The table became silent everyone shocked as they placed their attention on the young male.

Her eyes widened as she heard those words come out of her soon to be 'fiancés' mouth. "That’s enough, Shoto!!" He scolded him trying to hide his obvious annoyed face.

She felt the sharp stare of the no.2 hero's son as he stared at her in disgust. It wasn’t that he had anything against her or that she was unattractive she was beautiful in fact.

He just hated the fact he would marry someone of his father’s choosing and desires. Even the idea of it infuriated him.

The room remained silent until three knocks were heard coming from behind the sliding door. They turned to see Izuna standing by the door.

He wore casual attire that consisted of a short sleeve grey turtle neck with black trousers and home slides. As he dark long hair was in a ponytail

“Sorry to interrupt, but Y/N your needed at the front gate.” He muttered as everyone’s attention turned on him.

“please excuse me for a minute.” Y/N bowed before standing up and slowly walking towards her brother who waited patiently for her.

“Your son, Tajima?” Endeavour asked trying to change the topic as he stared at the male who had just arrived.

“Yes, this is my son, Izuna.” He introduced as the fire hero saw the similarities between the two siblings.

“Pleasure to meet you, sir.” Izuna bowed as he then quickly turned to leave needing to catch up with his elder sister who was waiting for him down the hallway. As he found no need to start a conversation.

She stood there with her back facing him as her head was slightly turned, giving the boy a view of her side profile.

she raised her eyebrows watching a sudden change in her younger brothers actions. Seeing as he refused to make eye contact with her, showing obvious signs of guilt.

“I lied, I just thought you needed an excuse to get out of there after what he said.” He admitted unsure of what his sister would react with.

Only then did his eyes widened to hear a giggle escape from his sister’s lips. “Thank you Izuna.”

Upon hearing those words a huge childish grin was painted all over his face. It wasn’t hard to miss the fact the boy deeply cared about his sister. Ever since they were younger their connection only grew stronger.

“Hey elder sister , you think you could help me with my training.?” He smiled rubbing the back of his neck as his cheeks became flustered.

Y/N couldn’t help but smile at the childish boy in front of her. He was only two years younger but to her he still just a child. Exactly why all she wants to do is protect him.

“Maybe later, Izuna.” She smiled watching the younger boy get all giddily as his eyes practically was sparkling with excitement.

Izuna felt his smile fade has he watched his sister turn around and slowly walk away from him, watching her disappear from his vision.

“Hey, where are you—” he stopped his sentence half way to realise she had already disappeared.

Y/N had now past the halls of the house to make her way to garden she often found herself at.

She stood infront of the small duck pond, staring down at the water. It didn’t take long to hear loud steps coming from behind her.

She stayed facing forward as the footsteps stopped a few feet behind her.

She couldn't feel any chakra so it couldn't be her father or Izuna. Since endeavour was to busy arranging the two’s future. it would only make sense it was her soon to be ‘husband’ behind her.

“Uchiha-san..” Todoroki spoke up. His tone of voice was rather harsh and cold. Making him sound all the more confident.

“I want to make it clear that I have no interest in you or this marriage. I don’t care what quirk you possess or what you have to offer, just make sure to stay out my way.” He commanded with his fist clenched and his eyebrows crossing.

“I would never love someone like you..” Todoroki added.Y/N then turned to face the taller male. His light eyes made clear eye contact with her dark ones.

“I hope you come to realise, I also want nothing to do with you, I am only agreeing to this for peace among my clan.” She admitted as the tension between the two only thickened.

As they stood in silence Todoroki could only take a full glimpse of her beauty. She was shorter, specifically reaching up to his nose.

As for her features, she most certainly had a unique face. She was a fair-skinned with spiky, long black hair that had a slight blue tint to it.

She kept her hair down,its length reaching to her waist, with shoulder-length bangs framing the sides of his face, covering most of his right eye.

As he continued looking into her eyes he noticed even though she was still relatively young, more prominent creases had developed under each of her eyes. Only making her even more beautiful.

“Y/N, father is looking for the both of you.” A voice standing by the doorframe said. The both of them had been brought back to reality as they turned to see Izuna leaning on wall with his head facing them as an obvious scowl was put on his face.

Todoroki not finding a need to be here any long, began to walk inside having to go sit back with the adults.

Izuna could only watch him walk away as his back faced the two. “Can’t believe you’re marrying such a scumbag.” He complained glaring at the Todoroki’s back.

“That’s enough, Izuna.” Y/N scolded making her way up the garden steps as her brother waited biting his inner of his cheekbone.

“Tch..” Her younger brother muttered clearly frustrated with today’s events. He could only furrow his eyebrows as his sister walked past him making her way to the room that the adults sat in.

She had walked into the room to see her father laughing with the flame hero as his son only stared at her entering the room.

“Well this is just wonderful isn’t it, Tajima.” The smirk of the no.2 only grew. The Uchiha could only feel the strong stare full of hatred coming from her fiancé as he looked at her intensely.

“I’ve been thinking since you both will be attending UA, let’s have our next meeting some time during your first week. How’s that for you Tajima?” Shoto’s father asked.

“That would be wonderful. Y/N please escort Endeavour and Shoto out.” Tajima asked his daughter calmly. "Yes father." Y/N nodded. The female stood up and walked towards thenm entrance with her guests following behind her while her father stayed seated reviewing papers giving to him by Endeavour.

Finally arriving at the main families homes entrance leading to the rest of the compound, slowly making their way out.

the Uchiha watched as the older man stopped halfway to tell her something. “ Lovely meeting you Uchiha, I’m sure you will be a perfect and strong wife for Shoto and your future children.”

Her eyebrows raised at his comment. Children? She's still so young. She stood there confused as they continued to walk out heading to where their car was parked.

The Uchiha stared at the ground while her bangs covered her face. She didn't want to get married. She didn't want Children. But, considering the state of her clan. She needed too…

[puprdou]

flashbacks! pt1 of “fabric kisses”

contains. ocxcanon. self indulgent content. self insert name usage. just backstory about how they met pretty much.

BEFORE YOU READ. please click on this link before reading, as it contains information about my oc; kira ryuguji, and will help as to make the story more understanding.

A/N. ginklsehesjjddf,ngsgrdngnnlawjlke BYE IM SO EXCITED!/??? gotta start the series here! this is fully an ocxcanon series so nobody is obligated to read as it is not directed towards the reader,, m writing this since i just want content of my ocxcanon yume………….which i very recebtly made! anywayyyssss, YEAH thats all lmk if anyone wants tags…..for future updates…

it was late day, that day that they had met out of sheer fate of her brother’s whereabouts that night. that day, that she had met the man she wasn’t currently aware of, that would be her beloved husband so many years later. that fateful day where, over the inconvenience of a tired boy running away from his sisters’, had happened to run into a delinquent around his age.

and it was that day, that she had met him. the look in his eyes, that kind smile meeting hers, that she knew he was a boy she would never forget. the sound of his voice was the most peaceful thing for her in this terrible world, with delinquents and criminals running rouge at all times, the crime rate high as ever where her and her brother stayed at the brothel in the middle of shibuya, living amonst sex workers.

but, hey, it wasn’t too bad. they were like family to them both now—they had raised the both of them since they were just little children, it was hard to see them as anything other than family after the they both were dropped off aimlessly at the buildings’ front doors, left with no parents to be raised by. to others, it may seem weird, but to her and ken, it was home.

waking up to the smell of lotion and having to deliver freshly cleaned, warm pink towels to the unused rooms were routine for the siblings. it had been that night, when she were looking for her brother, shouting at the top of her lungs throughout the floor as she barged into random rooms, when she had walked in on the scene of draken, her brother, a few of the ladies who work at the brothel, along with the new boy; mitsuya.

when their eyes met, it was like something new. something fresh. something different in the air; they had shared eye contact for far longer than they should’ve, and it took her brother slapping the back of his head to ’stop eyeing his little sis’, that had his gaze tearing away. “hey!” he grinned bashfully, rubbing the back of his head where he had been hit, rolling his eyes at his newfound friend.

“wait, little sis?” the lilac haired boy questioned, his gaze turning back onto her, the pretty, young girl; who he now realized look eerily similar to draken. she didn’t seem much younger than her older brother—no younger than a year. the tips of his ears went pink as he shyed his head into a different direction, avoiding eye contact with her for too long as to avoid getting hit again by her older brother.

shaking his head out of his thoughts, he quickly rose to his feet, taking gentle steps towards her so he can introduce himself. offering a kind smile, he introduced himself properly, “hey.. i’m mitsuya, mitsuya takashi. i met your brother not too long ago—and, you are..?” he raised a brow, hoping to get a response from the girl, feeling draken leaning back against him and peering over his shoulder to look at his little sister.

“o-oh, uh.. ’m kira.. kira ryuguji. ’s nice to meet you..” she shyly responded, rubbing the back of her neck. she was just hoping to cling onto her brother once she found him, but apparently that wasn’t in the cards tonight. she hadn’t expected to be meeting a kind, cute boy around this time of night in their place of home, but she chose not to mention that.

’pretty name’, he thought to himself. he wondered the age difference between the siblings he faced in front of him, or how close they were; his name was ken ryuguji, hers was kira. it was cute, to him. shaking his head out of his thoughts again, he nodded his head over to where they were all playing some card game, but thinking it back over in his head whether or not he should continue or go home.

“i should probably go home.. my mom is probably worried sick about where i went, especially after leaving mana and luna at home alone..” he sighed, slightly worried about his baby sisters. but, he chose not to show it, instead offering a kind smile to the siblings, walking around to grab his bag and clean up the mess he made, walking towards the door, “it was cool meeting you both.. especially your pretty sister, draken. anyways, bye!”

he slipped out of the room before draken could give him a good ol’ whack for callng his sister pretty and eyeing her the entire time so bashfully, leaving her pink in the face with fluster, her brother having to snap her out of it with a gentle shake. he huffed, rolling his eyes a bit as he went to pack up their card game, as it was getting late, he and her both needed sleep. “tch.. yeah, bye,” he mumbled. the girl, simply whispered in her daze before she was shaken out of it, the sound in her quiet voice dazed, “goodbye..”

it was that night, that they had met. and it was that night, that their journey began, a love that would find each other no matter what happens, no matter the timeline, no matter the difficulties and the horrors of life, their love would exist. as long as they were both alive and breathing, then so was their neverending love for one another.

it was those days that she cherished. those days that always gave her flashbacks.

© 2025 𝐏𝐔𝐏𝐑𝐃𝐎𝐔, all rights reserved. please do not copy, modify, steal or translate my works onto other social media platforms.

[enjoythesilentworld]

2024 fandom review!

thank u for the tag @willesredlights sorry it took me literally ages to get to it

lets pretend we're not almost two weeks into the new year ok? and what a year it has been. holy shit.

~ Fics written ~

I'll be honest I did go a little batshit crazy this past year. 314k words across 19 published works, plus god knows how much more unpublished on tumblr. listen, I was deep in the ??? phase of my master's (still am, lets be honest) and desperately looking for a new creative outlet. I've always been a writer, always loved dreaming up stories, but I have never quite connected to a universe as much as I have to this one. I resonate with so many of the characters, and i just feel like there is so much room to play and explore. i will continue to add in old people OCs to my fics wherever and whenever i get the chance.

First fic: for the tree's sake (M, 48k) aka tree boys inspired by the trip that eventually led to my discover of young royals in late '23, and my darling baby. yes, that airplane ride that seems weird and random is based on truth!

Fav fic: just if for a minute (T, 53k) aka fake married idiots i greatly enjoyed making Wille suffer for just under 53k. that confrontation scene took days off my life and yet i am so proud of how it turned out.

Honorary mention to Growing towards the light, which was a dream to work on and create with my dear sweet friend Lia. there is one braincell between the two of us and it's full of nature facts and dick jokes. and beautiful stories about getting lost in the wilderness and finding yourself along the way. and tent-dick jokes.

Last fic: Wille på Hyllan (T, 13k) aka christmas shenanigans! another collab with my dearest friends which was hilarious to write and so silly and imo an example of one of the greatest perks of being in a fandom: meeting some of the most incredible people ever. also, dick-lights and dick-tomtar and dick-cookies. what more could you want?

~ Fics Read ~

if i tried to go through my history and tell you how many fics i read this year i would never make this post. i'd be here counting and trying to copy links forever. i read hundreds of fics. i enjoyed all of them, thoroughly. i got a lot better at leaving comments (sometimes). i was consistently and repeatedly blown away by the genius brains we have in this little Swedish corner of the internet.

if you are a writer i love you and i give u a kiss on the forehead.

also: i recently made a lil rec list here.

~ Other Stuff? ~

i had two big, busy months this year. three? : May, Wille's month & July, Simon's month i cannot believe i wrote 62 stories in 62 different universes (give or take a few). that's kind of stupid! but oh my god it was so fun!! some of my favs: -> Food, where Wille and Simon meet and embark on a mistakenly booked couples food tour in Barcelona -> Fashion/Style, aka the Met Gala AU aka the thing that turned into something so much bigger than i could have ever imagined. literally i thought people were gonna hate it. so, thank u for not hating it. and for letting it become 15k+ of pwp. -> Secret, friends to lovers RAHHHHHH -> Home (Improvement), aka grumpy home renovator Simon idk i just feel like this should become a full-blown fic one day

and oh boy who can forget about Kinktober from wax kinks in 17th century Italy to desperate love confession in the middle of wildfires to... whatever that was in the confessional (idk, that's between them and God).

2024...

I did some painting: x x I wrote some real weird lil ficlets: x x and I met dozens of incredible people. thank u for liking my stupid rambling posts from 3am and my silly little ficlets and for reading my stories and telling me about your stories and saving me from the Frankfurt airport and yelling with me about stuff thats definitely not in the Bible and sharing your time and space and art and care.

@bigalockwood @hergrandplan @gulliblelemon @saynomorefic @pagegirlintraining @skibasyndrome @sobadbad @impossibleknots @piebingo @theaviatorthatcouldnotfly @misfithive @sillylittleflower @zee-has-commitment-issues @purplehoodiesandclementines @justfriendsbestthings

giving u a big hug. and! this is by no means an exhaustive list. if ur reading this we are bffs. send me a message ok? ok. y'all keep me sane and happy and i am so grateful for you! live love wilmon

[daintylovers]

Champagne Coast

1.1 Pilot

Seth Cohen x Hailey Atwood (oc)

A/N: hehehehe I just loooovvveeee my stiles stilinski variants. this is an oc and she is ryans sister- twins! at least, same ages. I'm gonna try not to have too many physical descriptors of her, for all we know she could be adopted. hope you enjoy!

"Trey, what if we get caught?" Ryan was always so quick to assume the worst.

"Ryan," I started, "We won't get caught, but you might if you keep overthinking things."

"Hailey, this is grand theft auto. Real-life fucking grand theft auto, not the video game. Something seriously could go wrong." I just rolled my eyes in response. We had done this several times by now, jacking cars for parts. We needed the money, and of course driving around random cars was always fun. A way to blow off steam from the stress of everyday life.

Catching on to my facial expression, Trey slung his arm around my shoulder, "There's the spirit, Bambi." That was my designated nickname. It was a running joke, at first glance everyone assumed I was just an innocent little thing. It helped me get out of sticky situations. More than enough.

"Come on Ryan. Are you in? Or are you out?" Aforementioned boy sent a glare in my direction, willing me to change my mind. I just shook my head with a smile. No way out of this one.

One of Ryan's best qualities was his inability to say no to me. I was always dragging him into my messes, and thankfully he would always arrive with a mop in hand. Ready to clean up the disasters left in my wake. I could feel sorry for him, if I thought about it enough. But that's just it, I didn't.

If it weren't for me, we might be stuck living at this house, for the rest of our lives. No stories to tell, no anything, really. I can't live like this. And he shouldn't have to. Ryan was one of the good ones. And if I could find a way to get him out of here, he could establish himself, and pull me from these ashes.

"Fine. But," Here comes the ultimatum, "Hailey, you stay as far away as possible. You aren't getting thrown in a cell again." Oh, but it's fine if he does it?

All three of us had terrible track records. From fights to breaking and entering, the cops were our biggest fans around Chino. But now we had to be more careful than ever. Trey wasn't a minor anymore. While Ryan and I were each one way from juvie. Ryan had been on the fence for three months now. While I got my final warning just last week, for punching a guy in the nose. He had been trying to grind up against one of my friends, and she had repeatedly told him to fuck off. But to no avail. Ryan tried to hold me back, but I had slipped easily from his grasp, hitting my target so forcefully that his head snapped back and his nose was left bleeding and crooked.

****

Our target was a shiny, souped-out black sports car. I wanted her. I debated trying to convince Trey to let us keep it for a few days.

Ryan was still wary so Trey began to speak, "I'm your big brother. If I don't teach you this, then who will?" Then he smashed the window open. So much for keeping it for a little.

"I don't know Trey-"

"Hailey, get Ryan to get in the car or I will leave his ass for dead." Could have just told him that yourself. I wasn't Trey's biggest fan, but he got shit done. I admired that. Very resilient, the lot of us.

Ryan climbed into the passenger seat, while I took up the back. Situating myself in the middle, I had the perfect view and the empty streets we were about to race. Trey hotwired the car like it was nothing and we were on our way.

Except we didn't get very far before sirens started following us. Fuck.

"Trey pull over."

"Ryan- fuck off man no way."

I tried, "Trey, please. Maybe we can make a run for it."

Trey turned around to spat something at me, but swerved the wheel on accident, causing the car to smash into the building adjacent.

Kids, always wear your seatbelt. Especially if the driver is a fucking idiot. I flew from my seat, but Ryan's arm caught me and pushed me back. My head bounced off the seats. My ears started ringing, and I swear my neck almost snapped from the force.

Someone was talking, but I couldn't make out the words. Or the voice for that matter. But the flashing lights told me enough. I watched Ryan put his hands up, and look at me. He jerked his arms up a little and I got the memo.

With raised arms and my head spinning, I tried to prepare myself for the jail cell.

****

My neck hurt like no other when I awoke. One of the guards had been knocking against the bars, guess I hadn't heard him. He looked pissed. "Get up kid, Someone is here to see you." Who the fuck could that be?

With bleary eyes, I forced myself into a standing position. I held my wrists out so he could slap the cuffs on them before he led me to the visitation room.

Walking in, I spotted Ryan instantly. He was sitting with some older man, who had papers out in front of him.

Like he had some type of sixth sense, Ryan turned his head to face my direction, giving me a soft smile, happy I was alright. He was always the more worried one during this type of thing. He had a point though, girls are never treated the same.

Sitting down, he was quick to assure, "Bambi- you alright?"

I nodded, my throat feeling scratchy. He looked at me with concern, "How's your neck? The crash probably affected you more."

"I'm fine Ryan. Just a little banged up" I replied, voice sounding like hell.

I turned to face the newbie, who was watching our interaction like a hawk.

"Hailey, it's nice to meet you. My name is Sandy Cohen, and I have been appointed as your guy's public defender."

Having already thought about my fate all night, I wasn't feeling too hopeful. I just stared at him, with no expression. He didn't care if I rotted in prison for the rest of my life. No one did. Besides Ryan, but because of me, we would rot together.

Ryan asked about Trey, and that made me pay more attention. Was it bad, that I had forgotten about him? During my all-night freakout session, I hadn't once thought about how this would affect him. The only things on my mind had been about Ryan and I.

"Well, Trey is over eighteen. Trey stole a car, had a gun in his pants, an ounce of pot, and a couple of priors," He had a gun? "Trey is looking at anywhere from three to five years."

The man, Sandy, continued, "I'm not here for Trey. I'm here for you two. Ryan, your grades? Why is a smart kid like you in here right now?" Because of me. "And Hailey, you have community service written every which way. What, steal a car to help out the neighborhood?"

I couldn't help myself, "Something like that."

"She speaks." He laughed a little. I just stared at him. "Hailey, fighting? That doesn't seem like you. Ryan, truancy charges? Come on guys, why are you doing this to yourselves?"

Not receiving any answers, he trudged on, "What is your guys' plan for the future? College? Trade School? Anything?" This guy was trying so hard to remain hopeful for us. What a joke.

But- if we're really being honest, his questioning was making me a little sad. I had no future. Never really did. But Ryan? God, Ryan could do so much. I think I might be sick.

I guess my face cracked, losing it's blank expression in exchange for desperate eyes. If you looked extra close, my lip was sure to be quivering. If Trey were here, he would have laughed at me. He didn't take too kindly to emotions. Ryan learned that quicker than I did growing up, which is why his expression never faltered.

"Mr. Cohen, with all due respect, modern medicine is advancing to the point where the average human life expectancy will be one hundred. But I read this article that said social security was bound to run out by the year of 2025. Which means people are going to have to stay in their jobs until they're eighty. So, we don't want to commit to anything too soon."

Sandy laughed, but persisted, "Look, I can plead this down to a misdemeanor. Petty fine, probation. But seriously guys, stealing a car because your big brother wanted you to it's stupid and weak. Two things, neither of you can afford to be right now." Well, actually we can't afford to be anything right now- fancy lawyer ass. "We three are cut from the same cloth. I know it may not look like it right now, but I was once in your position."

I cut him off, done with whatever this was supposed to be, "And look at you now, hot shot." He hadn't expected that. Just a minute ago I looked ready to crumble, but now I was turning my desperation into anger. I just wanted this to be over.

****

Mr. Cohen managed to get us out, shortly after. Now the sun was blaring down on us. I had Ryan on one side, and Mr. Cohen on the other.

"My office will be in contact to remind you of your court date."

"Got it," Ryan answered, as our mother's car screeched up to us.

She stumbled out and thrust her poorly manicured finger into my face. "Unbelievable! This is the kind of family I got. Pathetic!"

Mr. Cohen looked like he was the one getting publically berated. "Ms. Atwood? My name is Sandy Cohen. I am Ryan and Hailey's attorney."

"You should have let them rot in there. Just like their daddy. Just like their stupid brother." Then she grabbed my wrist, pulling me to the car, "Let's go! Now!"

I was already buckled in, not wanting a re-run of last night, before Ryan got in. His hand reached back, and I took the tiny card from him.

It was Mr. Cohen's card.

****

Once back at the house, a pit of dread formed in my gut.

Mom had already poured herself another drink, before she turned her attention onto us, "I can't do this anymore."

"I'm sorry Mom," I answered almost immediately. I was always the one apologizing first. I hated myself for it, yet every time I couldn't help myself. The Bambi nickname was more accurate than most people knew. Deep down, I desperately craved some sort of parental figure's love. Dad left, and Mom only cared when it benefited her.

"I want you out! Both of you."

"What?" I stuttered, tears springing to my eyes immediately. Hearing my wavering voice, Ryan was quick to grasp my hand, assuring me we would be fine. She didn't mean it. She never meant it. But the what-ifs always pestered me.

"Come on Mom, where do you expect us to go?"

Her boyfriend answered for her, "You heard her. Out! Now!"

Ryan was pissed, all of mom's boyfriend always treated us like shit. "This isn't your house, man."

"Oh, you think you're a tough guy, huh?"

Ryan's grasp on my hand tightened, and then he dropped it.

"Both of you, stop it." Mom tried, weakly.

But Ryan couldn't help himself, "Why don't you get the fuck out and stop freeloading off our mom."

The guy punched Ryan square in the nose, so hard that my brother stumbled back into me. I saw red.

I stepped out from behind Ryan and went to make my mark, but the guy was quick. He caught my fist in the air, twirling my arm around behind my back, then shoved me to the ground. My lip caught the corner of the side table, and I felt blood start to fill my mouth.

I felt someone lift me from the floor, knowing Ryan was the only one who would touch me after that. If I thought my head hurt before, then this was hell on earth.

We were out the door in minutes. Making quick to get the hell out of dodge.

****

No one wanted to house us. Ryan tried everyone we knew. I tried everyone and their mothers, and yet all we got was rejection. I had one last try, and my money dried up. Reaching into my back pocket, I pulled out the card we received just hours beforehand.

How did it get this fucked, so fast?

I showed the card to Ryan who just nodded, what other choice did we have. Sure the park benches were always an option, but after last time? No way.

Mr. Cohen was the only one to pick up.

****

The house we pulled up to was something straight out of a movie. I didn't even realize people actually lived like this. Talk about growing up on the wrong side of the tracks.

We were just about to go inside before Mr. Cohen stopped us and told us to wait just a little.

Not having any other options we nodded our heads.

Ryan started walking down the driveway, pulling his pack of cigs from his jeans pockets. I followed him down, waiting for him to finish lighting up.

Once he took his first puff, he looked down at my puppy dog eyes. He smoked but hated it when I did it. But I guess he was feeling sorry for me because he handed me his pack.

He turned his gaze ahead of him, so I took one out. Then after a second thought, I took a few more out, hiding them in my jacket pocket.

"Put them back." He chided.

Damn, I thought I was safe. I put most of them back, keeping an extra one. He turned and gave me a look, not having my antics.

"Please, Ryan. Just this once."

"You're getting your once right now," He said, sneaking his hand into the pocket to retrieve his stolen goods. Then he offered me the light and allowed me a taste of heaven.

Looking up, I spotted a girl across us. She was staring at Ryan. Of course, she was staring at Ryan.

Feeling a little out of place, I made my way up the driveway again. These rich people need to lock up their homes more carefully.

I made my way through the backyard, careful not to fall into the gigantic fucking pool in the middle. If I had a house like this, I would swim every night.

I continued snooping around and noticed the back door to the house was also unlocked. I stubbed out the rest of my cigarette and made my way inside.

Making my way around the corner, I was caught by the owners. And Ryan.

"There she is, girl of the hour. Thank you for gracing us with your presence." Mr. Cohen joked, while his wife looked like her head might pop off at any minute.

Sheepishly, I waved my hand and made my way to stand next to Ryan.

"You must be Hailey," the woman said, offering her hand. I shook it while nodding my head. "Great, well, you two will be staying in the pool house. Which I'm sure you have already found." Touche.

"Thank you, Mrs. Cohen." Ryan and I said in unison like the Shinning Twins.

The rest of the night was spent in said pool house. I had wanted to keep wandering, but Ryan wouldn't allow it. So instead we both tried sleeping, tried being the keyword.

****

I woke before Ryan did. Odd, because normally it was the other way around.

Tip-toeing around his sleeping form, I successfully exited the pool house.

I wasn't alone for long before, I heard a slight shriek. Looking inside the house, I saw two doe eyes staring back at me. Then I let out my own shriek. Who the hell is that?

He was clearly younger than Mr. Cohen, but I wasn't aware they had a kid. Unless they didn't, and this was some sort of looter.

Sliding open the door that separated us, the boy stepped outside, ready to question me. But I beat him to it, "Who the hell are you?"

"Huh- Who the hell am I? Who the hell are you? Why are you in my backyard?"

"Wait, you live here?" So not a looter, my first theory was proving to be more accurate.

"Yes!" He exclaimed, "But you don't live here. And you're pretty, but with the cut on your lip, I'm assuming you aren't here to befriend me. So please leave before I get my lawyer dad to throw your ass in jail."

"Well your lawyer dad, just helped get my ass out of jail. So I feel pretty good about my standing with him right now."

This made him falter, "Wait, aren't you supposed to be a boy?"

I just raised my eyebrow at him.

"Sorry, my mistake. I must have heard wrong last night," then to save his ass, he extended his hand, "Truce?"

"Sure, spaz." and I put my hand in his. We awkwardly shook hands for longer than necessary, before I pulled away.

"Seth, but close enough. Wanna play video games?"

****

We played on his living room floor for about thirty minutes before Ryan caught us.

"What the hell Hailey, you left?" Seth swerved his head toward the intruder so fast, that I was worried he was gonna get whiplash.

Answering the question I knew was on the brunette's lips, I said, "Technically Ryan, I didn't leave. I relocated."

I looked to Seth, with his big questioning eyes, "Seth, meet Ryan. Ryan meets Seth. You two are like opposite sides of a coin." Then I smiled at Ryan, mouthing "sorry".

"Hi, Ryan. I wasn't aware there were two of you." That last bit was directed to me. I shrugged my shoulders. "Well, you want to play?"

****

In the next few hours, I received a lot of information. Seth was in love with Summer, a girl, not the season. Ryan was in love with Marissa, the girl from last night. But most importantly, Kirsten, the woman from last night, was in love with playing dress up.

We were currently residing in her room after she insisted that Ryan and I should attend the fashion show later that night. She had heard that Ryan was invited and thought that meant I would want to go too.

Don't get me wrong, in another life, I would eat this up. But, I didn't have high hopes for trying to fit into this richy rich society.

Kirsten had loaned me a dress, light pink silk that dropped down to my knees, with an asymmetrical hem at the bottom.

"That looks great" she smiled. Catching her gaze in the mirror, I tried to smile, but it looked more like I was in pain. She wasn't wrong, it did look great. Probably the greatest I have and would ever look. But I just felt so empty.

No empty was the wrong word. I felt too much, like one wrong breeze and I would fall off the cliff I was on.

"Thank you for the dress. And for your hospitality."

She made her way behind me, patting my back gently, "Come on sweetheart, the boys are probably waiting."

****

"Welcome to the dark side." Seth introduced. We had arrived at the function, and I was trying to stay mindful of why I was invited.

The show started soon after we took our seats. Ryan's Barbie doll, the model-faced girlfriend came out first. Then a slightly shorter brunette bounced out after, and Seth turned to whisper in my ear, "That's Summer." Of course, it was.

He tilted his head slightly to look at me, waiting for my approval. I gave him a thumbs up, then brought my lips up to the shell of his ear, "She's really pretty Cohen. Watch out, I might just steal her from you."

Pulling back, I looked at him and we erupted into giggles.

Once we turned our attention back to the show, I noticed that Summer had already gone back. So much for Seth's five-second glance at her.

I turned back to him one last time, ready to mouth "sorry", but he was already looking at me. I proceeded anyway, but with my cheeks heating up. He just shrugged his shoulders, then reached out to turn my head back.

After the show, Seth and I managed to be separated from the rest of the group. After failing to find our group, we lingered off to the side.

"You know, you could have been up there tonight." he started.

I looked up at him and gave him a smile, "Really? I was thinking the same about you. I could totally see you swinging your hips to be beat up there."

His cheeks turned red, but before he could come up with another witty comeback, Ryan found us. "Guys, we should go to that girl Holly's house. She's throwing a party."

"A party? No- no I'm good actually. I like my house."

Never one to back down from a party I said, "Come on Cohen, what if Summer is there."

That got his attention, cheeks turning brighter by the second.

"Come on!" A girl from the back of the car ahead called out.

Looking at Seth one more time, I wiggled my eyebrows and started walking back. "Come on Seth, you heard the girl." Then I turned on my heel and got into the car.

Looking around, I noticed a certain brunette bombshell was sitting right next to me. She offered me her hand and I accepted, "I'm Summer. You're Ryan's sister right?"

"That's so close, you almost knew my name!" She looked embarrassed and I felt guilty. "I'm Hailey, and yes, I am Ryan's sister."

"Awesome!"

****

I had been at the party for about an hour now, and still no sign of the boys. Not that I had searched too hard for them. Instead, my eyes had spotted the booze fairly quickly, and that ended up with me dancing with some guy. He was cute, but not cute enough for me to stop thinking about Seth. I hoped he actually came out. He needs to experience life a little.

Parting ways with the guy, I motioned to the drinks and he followed suit.

Then I spotted just who I was looking for. "Seth!" I stumbled over to him.

He turned around fairly fast and caught me as I thrust myself into him, going for a hug but failing. He laughed and held me up, hands on my waist. "Hailey!"

"You have a boyfriend?" A voice interrupted.

"Boy-boyfriend, no, no I'm sorry," Seth said to my former dance partner. Who ignored the boy, looking at me instead.

I was bored of him so I just nodded my head and then turned to ignore him.

He must have left as I made my way to get another drink because Seth came to stand right next to me. "How much have you had to drink?" He asked.

"How much have you had to drink?" I tried to counter. He just laughed at me, before a commotion erupted outside.

Noticing Ryan wasn't near us, I had a sneaking suspicion that he might be involved in whatever was transpiring outside. I tried getting through the crowded kitchen, but between being slightly more than drunk and being shoved back by unsuspecting elbows, I wasn't making it very far.

Seth, noticing I hadn't made it as far as he had, turned back to grasp my hand, and then pulled me through.

Once we got outside, I watched Ryan get knocked in the face by some blonde douchebag who shouted, "Welcome to the O.C. bitch!"

What the fuck is happening?

****

We left the party quickly after.

Coming out of the bathroom, I felt refreshed after being able to take a hot shower. Ryan and Seth were sat on the couch by the bed, talking about the night.

When I came out, both boys looked at me and then held up snacks.

We talked and giggled for a while until each one of us had our eyes closing by themselves. Seth had been curled up on one side of the couch for a while now. Any minute and he would be out like a light.

I excused myself to use the bathroom one last time, as Ryan went out for another smoke.

When I came out, albeit I took a little longer than anticipated Ryan and his Barbie doll were curled up on the bed. Damn. That was my spot.

My only other option was the floor, or the side of the couch that Cohen fist rested on. I made my way to the couch, gently pushing his legs to the side, trying to get the pillow that he rested on. I figured the floor was a safer place than being kicked in the head in the middle of the night.

I was trying to be subtle, not wake the sleeping boy, but he foiled my plans. "What are you doing?" he whispered soft, voice clogged with drowsiness.

"Nothing, go back to bed."

He sat up, rubbing at his eyes the way a small child would, "Seriously, Hailey, are you sleeping on the floor?" he questioned.

He made a move to get up, but I placed my hands on his shoulders pushing down slightly. "Seriously, I'm not letting you take the floor. If you're going to be so stubborn, just sleep on the couch with me."

"Cohen, I don't want your freakishly long legs to kick me."

"They won't. Just come on," he said, removing my hands from his shoulders so he could scoot over. "See, enough room for two."

I debated it for a second, I had never slept in the same spot as a boy. But Cohen took my silence as rejection and immediately moved to stand. "I'm sorry, I- I should take the floor."

"No!" I was quick to interject.

"No?"

"No- just lay down again."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive Cohen."

And with that, he laid back down and opened up his arms. I crawled next to him, my back to his chest. He encircled by frame, "Is this okay?" I nodded in response, feeling the sleep hit almost immediately.

****

"Look, Ryan, Hailey, I'm sorry. I don't mean to play bad cop, It's nothing personal," Kirsten started.

Just minutes ago she had burst into the pool house, furious in only a way a mother can be. She didn't even question the fact that I was in her sons arms, only glaring at him and pointing behind her.

Seth got the hint and removed himself from me, following his mom back into the house like a scolded puppy.

Ryan and I made our way in shortly after, headed for the kitchen for one last meal before we were inevitably kicked out.

"I'm sorry, you two seem like such nice kids."

"It's okay, we get it," Ryan answered.

She was nice enough to allow us to stay by the Seth, so we made the trek upstairs.

Knocking on the door, I entered first. "We have to go," I told him.

"You're leaving?" he questioned, clearly sad.

Ryan spoke up, "We have to take care of some things back home."

Seth got up and shook Ryans out stretched hand. They did a typical boy handshake, before turning to me.

Seth and I looked at each other, unsure of what to do. I made the first move, going in to wrap my arms around his waist. I felt him stiffen at first, and then he reciprocated my motion.

When we pulled away he said, "Well, I can't wait to come visit you guys down in Chino. You can show me your world."

****

Our world no longer existed.

Once we pulled up to the house, Ryan and I were met with the shell of our home. Abandoned with a single poorly written letter.

Awesome.

"Come on." Mr. Cohen, our savior, to the rescue once again.

Back to exploring Seth's world instead.

****

A/N: holy fuck this took so long to write. but- yipee!! thank you for reading <3

[mellosdrawings]

i loved seeing your character sheets for yuu and hayeli, especially hayeli’s!! it’s clear that a lot of thought went into them and i think his on/off mode is such an interesting concept (also a pomefiore student with blemishes?? yes please!!)

i’d be super curious what your creation process looked like, i.e if where there concepts you scrapped or how you went about choosing a name for them (it’s just a topic i love talking and hearing about but of course you don’t have to get into it if you don’t want to :])

not me also having ideas for an oc with mirror magic, but based on the mirror from the snow queen instead

First I'm so glad you like my characters! It seems Hayeli's bad skin is very popular and I love it! Give me more teenagers with bad skin and not making a huge deal out of it please!

As for my process... dear, that'll be a long post.

General process

Ok so my general character creation process starts with two ways:

1. I have a role to fill in a story that can't be fulfilled by a pre-existing character

2. I have a vibe and I need to turn it into a character

From those needs and/or wants, I'll go through several steps:

1. Age: surprisingly deciding on a character's age first unlocks at least half of its mental and physical design. Is it an adult who already has its shit together or a teen in the middle of a crisis?

2. Vague personality: is the character going to be introvert or extrovert? Shy or outgoing. Proud or self depreciating. Bubbly or quiet. Easy to anger or chill. It doesn't need to be its full personality yet, just guidelines.

3. Race: for fantasy and realism. A character's skin color and cultural background will shape how they view the world a lot!

4. Gender and sexual orientation: i usually decide on the gender based on how many characters I already have of each gender, or whether I want a character to be traditionally feminine/masculine or the total opposite of what's expected. Obviously the gender will affect the design, but the orientation will also affect how the character reacts to others.

5. Assets & weaknesses: for fantasy, it'd be their powers and their shortcomings, for action it'll be their strengths and the things they haven't mastered yet, for romance it'll be their best personality trait and their worst.

Once I have that base guideline, I can start working on a chara design. Age and race help with the body, personality and strengths/weaknesses help with how they dress and present themselves. (An outgoing person will have an easier time dressing in original ways while a shy person would be more traditional for example.)

Once I have a design, I draw shitty little doodles and meme redraws until I have a better sense of their personality. Slices of life and comedy and angst are great way for me to get to know my character. For writers, it'd be writing random scenes to test the characters' reactions.

Then, I double down on the strengths and weaknesses. Make them stand out. Make sure they are coherent to the characters. Make sure the weaknesses are as important as the strength. (For example, I have a character who has super speed. Arguably one of the most cheated powers in existence. I counterbalanced it by giving him poor stamina. In theory he is all powerful. In practice, not so much.)

Lastly, I chose a name. Sometimes it's just about how the name sounds. Sometimes I'm looking for names to mean something. If your character is POC, think about whether they'd have a common name or a name from their own culture. Both are valid but you need to think about it! (For example, I have two maohi characters in the same story. One is called Fray (common name), the other is called Tanemahuta (maohi name) because they and their families have different relationships with their own culture.)

Yuu

Well, that's a strange one since Yuu already does exist in the game, but it's a blank slate, a place holder. Let's make them something worth remembering, shall we.

First, I went with their gender. Most of my placeholders characters end up nonbinary because that's what I am and also I can't be bothered to role-playing gender when playing a simple game.

Then I went with a vibe and a bullet list of things I wanted to keep from the game and things I wanted to add.

To keep:

1. Not very proactive

2. Not very talkative

To add:

1. Raccoon

2. Clever/cunning

3. Physically rather weak

From there I made a design that gave "raccoon vibes". Semi long disheveled hair, lazy eyes, lazy dress up.

Now, what was important was to make up for their weakness: they don't have magic. The world around them is harsh and they get threatened by characters having breakdowns every two months. What is there strength? For Yuu, I wanted them to be clever and cunning. Have them actually outsmart our dear schemers. That's Yuu's one and only strength, they're a schemer themself. They see others as cards that make up their hands the same way Leona sees others as chess pieces. Once you have those big pieces from earlier plus the survival instinct, you get a character that is easy to handle. They don't talk much, keep everything to themselves, manipulate others from the shadows to defend themself.

But. Let's give them one more weakness, shall we? It's funnier that way. Let's make them yearn for connection. They are a teen who got kidnapped from their family. Let's give them a big family. But they are rather independent too, so let's find a way to remove the parents from the picture to explain why they are already able to fend for themself. Now make them yearn for real friendship. Make it obvious their manipulation comes from defensiveness. Have them slip up when they interact with people they genuinely end up caring about.

And there you have Yuu.

Hayeli

Now, for Hayeli, I started out with a vibe. He's actually pretty old, comes from before the game was even released when there were only countdown arts and some vague informations about the game. As I said in his description, he's based on the Evil Queen's mirror. I didn't know at the time there were already plenty of mirrors in the game haha

Contrary to my usual process, I started with his powers first. His Signature Spell had to be something about mirrors. The easy way out would be to have him shape-shifting. There are plenty of angst and fun opportunities from shape-shifting. But that was too simple, I didn't like it. Instead I went with the capacity to copy others' magic. In game there was already Azul being able to steal others' magic through a high requirement spell, so I went with this kind of power. High requirement high reward. I don't like for my characters to be overpowered and I wanted Hayeli to just be average in magic, so I doubled down on the requirements to make his magic near useless.

Then I went on to his gimmick. He still didn't have a personality or body at the time, I really went full mirror first. Hayeli is a mirror. He copies others' magic. What if I double down and make him copy everything as a by-product of his Signature Spell? Ok, now, since I still don't like overpowered characters, how do I make it ruin his life?

And so we come to the problem of his personality: he doesn't have one. He's a blank slate. A mirror. He reproduces others' behaviors and mannerisms and personalities and he has no control over it. He has no idea who he is himself. The angst creates itself.

Once there, it was easy process for the rest. Make him a body. Average size since he's just a copy of others. Pomefiore attitude and presentation since he's in Pomefiore. I like curly hair and there aren't enough of them in Twisted Wonderland so I went with that, but they couldn't be long since Yuu already has semi long curly hair.

I still needed one way to recognize him. Make him pop amongst the other characters. What makes Hayeli physically Hayeli?

1. Moles. So many moles.

2. Bad skin. He's in Pomefiore? Do the contrary of what's expected there. Give him a malleable standard face and add bad skin to it.

3. Strange eyes. He's a mirror who can reproduce everything he sees. His eyes are important. Make them pale like mirrors, make his pupils white to reflect others, make the shape a bit blurry as if the mirror isn't perfect.

And there you have Hayeli's body!

Oh. A name? Google translate, please tell me how to say mirror in different languages please. Mirror in Armenian is "Hayeli", I like the sound of it. Sold. So Hayeli shall be Armenian irl, that'd probably be on the frontiers of the Scalding Sands (thanks a friend for helping me with that part), so maybe I should make his skin darker. Besides, dark skins in a dorm that values beauty is also not the first idea people get. Sold!

(Somewhere during the process, I actually had an objective with Hayeli. "Make him represent Teenagehood itself". Teenagehood is a particularly difficult period, teenagers try to become their own person independently from their parents. They copy each other and all the people they look up to to find what suits them best, but they also hate not being able to tell who they are as a person. Hayeli represents that struggle, and that's also why I gave him a heavy bout of acne and red cheeks and baby fat but a lean body. Teenagehood isn't pretty, and it shouldn't be. Hayeli is awkward, his body is morphing a lot, he has no idea who he is or who he wants to become, he copies others without realizing. But he also has a lot of fun. He cheats at tests, he bothers his classmates and dormmates, he has fun with makeup, he tries a lot of new things. While Yuu was meant to represent survival, Hayeli is meant to represent teenagehood, for better and for worse.)

There you have all of Hayeli's creation process.

TLDR: Mostly I just... don't go with the very first thought I get. Do you know that Pixar or maybe Disney process where they give up on the first dozen ideas they get because it's too "normal" and easy to guess? It has its flaws but I think it's not that bad. I go with the contrary of what's expected (dark bad skin for a dorm that represents beauty) or I push the concept further if I can (copying magic instead of shapeshifting). And most importantly, I give my characters flaws and weaknesses. That's the most important part of the creation to me. What can I give him that'll make him struggle? The scenario writes itself as soon as you give your characters challenges to overcome within themselves.

[puckpocketed]

hello i was tagged by @18minutemajor for WIP Wednesday. it is not Wednesday but i am also not a cop so . here we gooo!!!!!!! tagging my esteemed colleagues (very politely and with no pressure!!!):

@neonfretra @oensible @sorrellegiance @moregraceful @stereax

@wheelsnipecelebrini

@korshrimpski (EDIT: it won’t?? let me tag you. unless these are on separate lines <3)

what's in-progress in your life <3 writing? art? recipe? skill acquisition?

if any crafty people see this - if ANYONE sees this - and would like to join in, feel free and consider yourself tagged <3 (and tag me back so i can see your stuff!!!) link to 18minutemajor's post if yall curious :3 my VERY long wip dump + ramblings under the cut!

its christmas soon and i like to paint gifts for my friends + and i'm finally revisiting my anime/lineart/inking era (here you are K!! my lineart past, present, and future!! <3) so here are some things i've been working on/coming back to/MAY NEVER FINISH: hockey related:

this is juraj slafkovsky and his dinky little middle part which he can absolutely learn to style into something a little less dinky but never does. i am so charmed by him. i imagine he just rocks it because his pretty privilege supersedes dinky middle parts . LMAO!!

here is Sasuke from my Naruto Hockey AU. I am a little stuck on jersey mockups lol. here he is. our haunted little 1OA who is absolutely normal and regular about his captain (LOUD incorrect buzzer):

personal oc art

wanna know some puckpocketed deep lore? i've never been one to make OCs. i was just not a very creative kid tbh. spent all my time drawing sailor moon instead. i still go back to her sometimes because she is one of my favourite shapes in the WORLD!!

in my 20s i took up playing d&d because of the. uh. plague. <3 and got pretty close to having OCs!! those count right? anyway. here is my tavern-wench-turned-wizard!!! i think i painted this 2 years ago? <- put dates on your works guys it saves lives. her name is Mel (short for Melins (pronounced like melons. on account of her knockers. can you tell i never grew out of my 12 yr old booby/cock joke era?) i revisited Mel recently and have started painting her in earnest again!! :3

I briefly dated someone who was very into streetwear and fashion, and I fell down a techwear/gorpcore/cyberpunk rabbit hole for a couple days out of curiosity. i remember literally zero salient info on any of it except the broad strokes of silhouetting and Vibes. what i emerged with, however, was a ?? sorta OC?? im not sure what to call them. they dont rly have a name or gender. I did this little sheet ages ago + the aborted attempt at a portrait later:

Here are my most recent explorations (i have been doing SOOOO much art. <3) which include:

unfinished character sheet + chibi art. I played with their jacket (much more structured/square/tailored thing) and added a lotta random buckles and belts. i took textiles class years ago and have a little experience in garment construction. and i know for a fact this thing does not make any sense. it hurts me to look at a little bit LMAO so i've paused it while i go draft patterns (badly. i was never good at drafting. i think i may have to break out my scrap fabric stash and hand sew a real life mock-up. HELP!)

here is me having fun with them and imagining them as some kind of cyber-fisherman. the best part of every game is the fishing mini-game to me. i love fishing mini-games so much. I made their hair really big because i wanted them to have big unwieldy hair and the vibes told me i should add more movement to the piece aside from the fishing line. I messed with their jacket AGAIN because i can't stop thinking about what kinda jacket they'd wear. gorp-core ? idk. it sure is something!

gifts for my friends :3

back in my weeb era for real YAYYYY!!! up til now i'd been making hockey art using a zero pressure sensitivity pen brush because i simply did NOT want to deal with that. it is and has always been a barrier to me making art that uses line art. <3 easing my way back into it though!

I used to paint gifts for my friends and then get them printed into lil posters and mount them on nice backing :3 i am now ready and back to painting.

Here is my girlbestie's OC. just a rough pose sketch. i think im pretty unsatisfied with the gesture of the head/hand. i wanted to include her gun in some way. i fear i may have to rework the pose entirely <3

For the genshin girlies.. here are some of my friends fave characters.

Yelan - this one i started many holidays ago and put on the backburner because the colouring was wigging me out. you can see where i started rendering stuff + got sidetracked and started on something else (the crystal choker IM LAUGHING @ past me...)

Ayaka - I reaaally like what i did here with the perspective + foreshortening. I don't know if the pose or expression is in-character or not, but i had fun :3 got stunlocked looking at references of genshin weapons so this is where i left off:

if you made it all the way down here hi... <3 ice hockey really cracked the ketchup bottle open for me when it comes to making art again. i love the communities i've found, and i'm inspired by every artist on here every day. thanks for being so cool + have a great day :)

[svmjaeyvn]

sincerely yours, s.jy.

chapter 00. origami hearts. pairing: idol!jake x afab!reader

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synopsis: where they meet once on the subway but he never forgets her or the encounter no matter how much time has passed

"YOU KEPT MY NOTE IN YOUR WALLET THIS ENTIRE TIME?"

"WELL, YEAH? I WASN'T JUST GOING TO THROW IT AWAY,"

00. ORIGAMI HEARTS

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word count: 3.2k

my tags: @slutforsjy @jaklvbub @whowantshota @coolwitu @addictedtohobi (open)

a/n: cute pre debut jake and a little backstory :) (also this was originally written with an oc in mind of 3rd person pov so if i forgot to make some edits here and there i apologize)

— SUMMER ‘19

YOU SQUEEZED YOUR eyes shut. Reluctantly pulling your phone down, you pinched the bridge of your nose in attempt to alleviate the blurriness that came from staring at your screen for an unprecedented amount of time.

The distant sound of the tracks were drown out by your headphones that played music consistently the second you stepped into the subway. With it being the middle of the day, there were less people commuting providing enough comfortable space to find a spot to stand at without being compressed or hovered beside others. A majority of the open seats provided for everyone to use had been taken, leaving you to decide against squeezing between two random strangers although your feet continued to ache as time passed.

Letting out a near silent groan, you rolled your neck in the smallest of ways. Ensuring you weren’t disturbing other passengers, you shifted your weight on your feet. Although no one had turned to provide any attention to you, you continued to attempt to get comfortable until losing your footing upon the subway swaying.

The off-balancedness caused you to stumble back while your feet tripped over the person's behind you. Nearly falling back, a pair of hands were quick to catch, one behind your back while the other grabbed your arm.

Scrambling to stand up properly, you spun around to face the stranger who saved you from the fall. Not leaving yourself enough time to catch a proper glimpse, you bowed down to a near 90 degree angle. "I'm sorry, thank you for catching me,"

Your stiff pronunciation caused you to grimace in your head. It had been hard for you to adjust in using Korean, although with the few friends you’ve made, you still had trouble speaking to strangers as it made you nervous.

Not getting an immediate response, you cautiously looked up. To your surprise, your gaze landed upon a boy, one that seemed to be your age who was gaping like a fish. Looking rather flustered himself, he began to scratch the back of his neck.

"Uh, it's okay. You're welcome," With his words flowing between English and Korean, your eyes lit up. His pronunciation sounded like yours when you first started learning.

Glancing around, you took note of how no one else within had bothered to spare the two of you a look of interest. "You speak English?" You asked softly, your voice low and his expression visibly relaxed.

"Yeah, I'm from Australia but moved back to Korea a few days ago," He replied, matching your level of tone. You nodded, the clear accent shadowed his words that contrasted against your American one. "My name is Jake,"

"I'm ___," Returning the boxy smile sent your way from Jake, you felt a sense of comfort in the Australian boy considering you weren’t forced to rack your brain continuously to attempt at a conversation like you usually did. "I'm from the U.S,"

Jake nodded along."What part?" He asked politely, choosing to further the conversation between the two of you.

"California," You answer, a small smile appearing at your lips as his eyes widened with surprise.

"Oh that's cool! I've always wanted to visit there," He beams, his giddy expression one that reminded you of an excited puppy. With a quiet laugh leaving your lips, you shifted your weight on your feet and fumbled with the rings along your fingers. Although you excelled at masking your discomfort, Jake was able to pick up on it. Standing up from the spot he was previously sat in, he pulled his backpack over one shoulder and made a small gesture to the now open space. "Um, here, here please sit,"

You blinked. Involuntarily, you felt your face tingle with heat slowly creeping across your features. "Oh, oh no, no please. You were sitting first and my stops almost here-"

"You've been shifting in your spot since you got on," Jake spoke softly, this time out of embarrassment as his expression flushed a deeper red compared to yours. "I-I mean, I just noticed. I was going to tell you to switch with me earlier but I didn't know if that was weird and plus, my Korean isn't very good so I didn't know if that's all you spoke either,"

"Oh, um," You felt a smile perk at your lips. The kindhearted gesture only furthered your amusement seeing as how Jake looked awfully bashful staring at you with nervous eyes and slightly flushed red cheeks. "Thank you, Jake," With a slight bow, you allowed yourself to slip into the unoccupied seat.

A shiver shot down his spine, Jake having to resist the urge to react. He couldn't tell if he was more happy that you didn't turn down his offer or because of the way his name rolled off your tongue and echoed like a soft melody.

"You're welcome, ___," He replies, attempting to keep his giddiness at bay but as soon as your eyes met, they quickly looked away in sync. A laughter filtered between you, voices mixing together to fill the air out of the awkwardness that swirled between you two teens.

You noticed how Jake was quite shy, although he did hold a sort of openness and warmth to him, he was shy nonetheless beneath the surface.

As the giggles begin to die out, your gazes connected once more. Gleaming eyes and ghost smiles shared, your bodies subconsciously moved in the slightest of ways to face one another. Jake was the first to look away, overwhelmed by the deep contact and praying he had no sense of blush rushing over his features from it.

You smiled, you found it endearing. Clearing your throat, you shook head slightly before straightening up. "Why'd you come back to Korea?"

"Hm?" Jake hums, tilting his head curiously not fully comprehending the sentence as he was far too engrossed by the pearly smile you continued to flash at him.

"You just came back to Korea, yeah?" You reiterate. "So, what brought you back?"

Jake pauses, pondering over the question. "I, uh," He begins, a small hum leaving his lips. He had a small debate within himself, wondering if he should tell you the truth but as he looked back to you who sat with a doe eyed expression patiently staring up at him, he knew the answer. Looking around momentarily, Jake leaned in slightly, one hand holding the safety pole he stood next to as he dipped down. "I have an audition at HYBE with Bang Si-hyuk,"

You took a moment, blinking slowly as you processed what he said. "Hold on," You spoke, a small laugh filtering through. "HYBE, like as in the company that BTS is under? And Bang Si-hyuk who is the one who founded them? You're auditioning for that HYBE?"

Living in Korea, you understood and clearly saw just how much of an impact BTS and K-pop itself had on the world. Its popularity continuing to grow internationally and you yourself had run in to a few wannabe trainees when you were with friends on a night out. But you could tell Jake wasn't telling you just to boast and make himself seem cool and admirable.

"That's amazing Jake," You encouraged, warmth evident in your voice as he smiled at your positive reaction. "I'm sure you'll make it and do great,"

"Eh, I don't know," Jake spoke, a hand going up to run through his hair. "It's an international audition, there's going to be guys from everywhere and I'm not even a trainee. I probably won't get it,"

Clicking your tongue, you shook your head. "You've got to have faith in yourself," You encourage but Jake merely shrugged his shoulders. It was evident that the boy was nervous, his confidence level low for someone who was aiming to be a soon to be star. "I know you'll make it,"

An airy laugh left his lips. "What?" He snickers, perplexed by your bold words that seemed like a promise. You stared back at him, nodding once with a look that displayed you didn't hold an ounce of doubt. "You.. you don't even know me. I could be a terrible singer and dancer, how could you be so sure without even knowing if I had talent?"

"Well, you and your family flying out from Australia just for an audition that you knew you wouldn't make doesn't seem very likely," You start, holding up a finger as you stated the reason. "Which means you have some form of talent in singing and dancing department," A second finger went up. "Having potential and working harder for the things you want tend to work out for people," A third. "And you're cute. Along with that boyish charming thing you got going on. That covers an all around good idol on the surface level, right?" A final finger went up as you beamed a smile, your reasons being enough justification in your eyes.

"That.." Jake began, fumbling for a proper retort but he figured anything he would say wouldn't be enough to convince you. Instead, his eyes flickered to the ground, a small form of embarrassment from the unexpected praise and blind faith held for a boy you just met. He didn't even have time to properly comprehend the latter sentence of flattery and compliment that came from you as he was already flushed from your words prior.

Amused, you began to dig through your bag, eyes flickering up to Jake who stood in a trace looking back at you with a dazed expression. Repressing a laugh at the doe-y look, you find the packet of gum you were searching for, pulling out a stick for yourself before pausing. Holding out the packet, Jake blinked out of his frozen state, glancing at the half empty pack, he hesitantly takes hold of a stick for himself.

"Thank you," He speaks up, voice softer than before due to his previous flustered state still lingering within.

Humming in response, you began to unfold your wrapper and stuck the gum in your mouth, beginning to chew. Fumbling with the foil and paper, Jake watches as you carefully folds the small sheet into shape. Expertly maneuvering the gum wrapper as if it were nothing, he watched as the folded paper turned into a small heart within a few seconds.

Noticing his curious gaze, you held it up with a smile to display your heart. "A girl I met in second grade taught me how to do this. I thought it was the coolest thing and I've just, sorta done it ever since then,"

"It is cool," Jake agrees, amazed at how quickly you were able to create it.

You held out your hand, gesturing to Jake's that held his empty wrapper. "Here, I'll do it to yours and show you," You offer and immediately afterward he hands it over.

Folding the paper slowly this time, you hold it carefully for him to see in full display.

"So why did you come to Korea?" Jake asks after a few seconds. Glancing up, you intended to meet his gaze but his eyes were focused on following along to the origami folding you were in the process off. A small smile peaked at your lips, the way his head was tilted slightly to the side and the soft way his brows pinched together in concentration were endearing.

"I'm an exchange student," You answered, going back to focusing on the heart. "I just finished my second year of University,"

Jake's head quickly picked up at this. With wide eyes, he stared at you in shock. "How old are you?" He blurts, the words leaving his lips without second thought. The entire conversation between you two, Jake had assumed you were the same age, maybe he was even a little older considering the baby-face look that you had.

"Here in Korea, I'm 18," You answer with a small laugh out of amusement from the reaction. "I was born in '02,"

"I was too," Jake frowns his brows, his confusion furthering. "So, internationally you're only 16?"

"17 actually, my birthday just passed in April," You correct with a small shrug. "I skipped a grade and throughout high school I took college classes so I'm a little ahead of everyone our age,"

"Wow," He breathes out in awe of the information. "So for the past year you've been living here?"

"Yeah, roughly," You nod along. "Growing up, I was essentially raised by my mom and her best friend. Her best friend is Korean and her family still lives here so when I said I wanted to take an exchange year, they set it up and I've been living with her sister and her family,"

"That's really cool," Jake meets your eyes, you sending him a mere smile, waving it off. "Seriously, you're really cool," He reiterates, practically oozing with admiration for your accomplishments. The praise followed with boyish charm as he returned your meek smile with a boxy grin.

"Yeah?" You laugh, finding his spark of amazement rather amusing. "You're cool too Jake," You add, holding up the now finished folded up heart. Although he lost his concentration on figuring out how to make one of his own, Jake still took the origami wrapper happily, carefully holding it as if he were afraid he'd mess it up so quickly.

Slipping your phone out from your pocket, you take note the time. Pursing your lips, you begin to fumble with your bag again. Jake watched expectantly, confused as you pulled out a pen and began to unfold your own paper heart that you made first.

"When's your audition?" You asked, the words momentarily distracting Jake from whatever you began to scribble along the inside of the wrapper.

"Three days," He replied, clicking his tongue at the thought. The nerves that he had since the moment he landed in Korea had begun to flood back, the momentary relief from speaking to you only lasted so long before he was reminded of reality and his circumstances.

You nodded, a small hum leaving your lips. "That's when I fly back to America,"

Jake tensed up. He understood that you were essentially a stranger, the short conversation one that would probably be irrelevant to you later on but to him, you were the first almost-friend he's made since landing. Being alone without his family made it that much harder to fight his internal battle of worries. He had a false hope that maybe your subway talk would lead to a proper friendship but once again, reality brought him to a rude awakening.

The metro began to come to a gradual stop. The cart swaying slightly as the subway pulled into the station and in return, a few passengers began to stand, one including you.

With the pen now tucked away and your origami heart folded once more, you sent the boy a bright smile that brought warmth to their bittersweet goodbye. "This is my stop," You announced, adjusting the bag that was slung over your shoulder. "I liked talking to you Jake,"

"Yeah, me too," He replied softly, his smile evidently smaller than before causing you to feel a tug at your heart, noting how adorable it was from your perspective. His pout indicated that he enjoyed your company just as much as you did. "We're probably never going to see each other again, are we?" Jake snickers, clicking his tongue with distaste at the thought.

"Who knows?" You began, gesturing for him to hold out his hand. Raising a brow, Jake followed to your signal, his hand being held between the two as he allowed you to grab hold of it. Flipping his wrist so his palm was facing upward, your hand cupped his own while your other gently placed the origami heart in the center. Your soft fingertips grazed his skin, the contact sending a wild flame throughout his body and Jake had to resist the urge to shiver at the contrast of how cold your fingers actually were. "If we're meant to then we will, I'll even buy you a drink for our reunion,"

"I feel like I should do that instead of you," He teases as you hum. Your hands moved away from his own, the loss of contact left a lingering air between you as the subway doors opened allowing for passengers to flood both in and out.

"You can pay for the one after that," You smile, taking a step back indicating the end of the temporary rendezvous from the outside world. "Hey, when you're a big worldwide idol, remember that I was your first and biggest fan, got that?"

Jake let out a small laugh, nodding along fully compliant. "Of course, I'll remember," He agrees causing you to nod.

"Good," You hum. Making your way to exit the doors, you stops to turn to the boy watching after you still. The familiar cheeky smile appeared at your lips, one that seemed bigger and brighter than the others and sent Jake's heart to rapidly thump like a drum through his ears. "Bye Jake,"

"Bye ___," He echos, voice softer than before but a fond smile captured his expression. Sparing him a look, you spun on the heels of your feet and began to walk away from the opening.

Jake's eyes followed you through the windows within, focusing on your figure walk away but just before you disappeared from his line of vision, you turned back. Seemingly feeling his gaze, you looked up with a smile, waving a final goodbye.

One that he mirrored. As the metro closed its doors and began to embark to its next destination, the two of you waved at one another until finally out of sight.

Jake let out a sigh. Glancing around, he noticed that the subway was more crowded than before but the seat he and you shared was open right beside him. Placing himself down in the spot, the boy situated himself before carefully beginning to unfold the heart you left him.

With his own safely tucked away in his jacket pocket, Jake's eyes narrowed in on the writing that filled the inside of the gum wrapper. The short message that was written scribbled in a hurry but still neat nonetheless.

The note itself was short and sweet, adhering to the small amount of space and minimal amount of time given to write it. You wrote it out of a final boost of confidence for the boy, intended to hopefully give him some form of temporary encouragement. You figured he'd smile at the message but it would nonetheless be thrown away later on in the day, soon forgotten along with the majority of their conversation with time passing.

But that wasn't the case for the words written held a far greater weight than you knew. Rather than having you forgotten, Jake would hold onto the origami hearts, it and it's message being close to his heart along with the idea of a girl he wasn't sure he'd ever meet again.

©svmjaeyvn

[cider-lol]

The night we met `✦ˑ ִֶ

you are reading in 3rd person of patch . . .

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Patch walked through the dark forest, it was a rather cold summer night. too cold for a summer. That didn't exactly bother Patch since she was instructed to go on a hunt for medication in the mansion for the other Creepypastas. she was experienced in medics and drugs, so that's why Slenderman sent her out. The sound of her footsteps crunching the leaves beneath her echoed through the dark area; the entire forest floor was littered in vines and various plants growing over the dirt. Not a single speck of dirt actually being noticeable. . . A few footsteps more into the forest, and Patch heard something. She was no longer alone. Her steps immediately silenced. her breathing silenced, she crouched down more closer to the ground to become smaller in order to sneak up on whatever this thing was. After all, it could be a rabies infected animal or something.. or an intruder, that would be a problem.

Patch quickly managed to jump on the thing that was nearing her; it turned out to be another person, they seemed to be around the same age. He was dressed in a plaid jacket, a dark grey and light grey stripped scarf, a beanie, and then black jeans. The guy was equipped with a hatchet, and a few small knives strapped onto him with the help of a belt. They stared at each other for a moment. Patch was staring in confusion, and disgust. The guy was staring at her with almost a pissed off look in his eyes. Just a glare. Patch spoke up "..who the fuck are you? I've never once seen you around here.. Are you from here? uh.. You seem to be a murderer..with the whole bloody axe thing" Patch was sometimes air-headed when it came to speaking. she was very good at releasing information by accident, her mouth slips a lot, so her randomly asking if he was from here, he could've been an intruder and she'd have to kill him. After a long pause, the man finally answered "...My name's Will. I'm another runner for Slenderman. I WAS going back to the mansion until you so rudely attacked me.. what was with that, anyway!" Will answered with a hint of annoyance to his tone, not very hidden. Patch narrowed her eyes a slight bit then spoke up softly "Oh. So you are from the mansion.. weird i haven't seen you around.. Well, guess we cant get to know everyone." Patch was being weirdly friendly, this was rare from her. Usually she was rude and criticised others. Now she wanted to be friendly? "...Oh! By the way, my name's Patch!" she added. before starting to ramble again. "Slender sent me out to get medication from stores in the city.. Boring right? Why do I have to get medicine for those brats? Everyone at the mansion is so mean so they don't deserve it right...Right?" Will looked at her in confusion, probably thinking she was crazy. She was just randomly talking to some other proxy in the mansion who she had no idea who he actually was. "..Why are you talking to me." Will said with a careful tone just to be sure she wouldn't suddenly turn all mad and shit for him being 'rude'. Patch, with her bossy tone, answered him. "ohh that! yeah, i've deemed that you have to come with me on this trip!" She spoke in a more playful, childish manner. "..what? I have to report to slen-" "nuh uh! shut up and come with me" Patch took his arm forcefully and dragged him with her "..he-hey!" Patch dragged him still, ignoring his protests

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Later on they arrived at a pharmacy in the middle of the city, at 12 o'clock. The store was very obviously closed, Patch and Will broke in, grabbed some random shit which would help the others, (according to patch) And then left.

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"..heyyy, will?" "what"

"we're like super friends now!" "..no we aren't"

authors note 😋 I will probably be posting patch's backstory and role in the slender mansion on here soon enough. I thought it'd be fun to write a fan fic of her and my friends OC first before publishing it. If anyone has questions i can do a QnA soon!! ⭐

[geminimoonxs]

𖥔 ݁ ˖ fable & truth .ᐟ | dodge mason x oc ⋆ (part one)

summary: at a wild summer party, Dodge notices Charlotte — shy, sweet and completely out of place.

cw: drinking, drugs (weed), the fic will contain mature content at some point, so mdni!

💌 note: this is my first time publishing any of my writing and it's just for fun. also english is not my first language. i'm open to tips and criticism, just be kind <3

[DODGE’S POV]

| 🎧 charmer - kings of leon

There’s a very specific kind of heat that clings to summer in Carp. Breaths too close, basslines too loud, bodies pressed together like a hundred idiots think they’re at Coachella instead of the busted edge of someone’s farmland where old floodlights barely keep the dark from swallowing us. 

You mix sweat, cheap beer, and bored teenagers? You get nights like that.

I don’t know why I was even there. Well, I do. Tyler owed me cash and weed sells faster when people are too drunk to remember how much they bought. But I sure didn’t come to enjoy it. Wasn’t even thinking about girls until I saw her standing there in the middle of chaos.

Charlotte looked like she’d been dropped in from another planet.

She was awkwardly glued to Sabrina Marsh’s side, who was already grinding against some guy’s thigh with half her lip gloss gone. Typical. For whatever mysterious reason, she and Charlotte were attached at the hip.

Charlie stood there, clutching a red cup and looking like she wanted to climb back into her bedroom as soon as possible. That little gold cross around her neck caught the light. I couldn’t explain, but the way it glinted at me felt personal. 

Every guy walking past gave her a once-over, and none of them were subtle about it. I couldn’t even blame them. I was staring too. Imagining how she’d look with her back to my truck, her hands on my shoulders, maybe that necklace slipping to the side when she tilted her head back.

Then Ray Hall saw her. Of course he fucking did.

Ray’s always been the kind of guy you pretend not to know in public. He was always that asshole who flirted too hard, drank too fast, and thought he was above everyone else. Now he was slithering toward her, beer in hand, smiling like a snake.

“Hey sweetheart,”  Ray said, letting his voice drag out each syllable. “Got lost on your way to bible study?”

Her brows pulled together. She tried to smile, polite, probably thinking it’d be easier to just brush past him than make it a scene. 

But Ray doesn’t read signals. He reached for her cup, maybe to pour something stronger in, maybe just to break the invisible wall she had around her. Her hand twitched like she wasn’t sure whether to pull away or slap his. That was enough for me.

“Back off, Ray.”

He blinked. Slow. Like he had to process the sound of my voice.

“She with you?”

“Yes.”

Ray scoffed like I’d told a joke, but stepped back. He knew better than to push it. Maybe he still remembered the last punch I gave him in a bar fight ages ago. 

When I turned to Charlotte, she was looking at me like a deer in headlights. 

“You alright?”

“Yeah. I’m fine.” Her voice was soft, almost cautious. “Thank you.”

“Didn’t look like you were having a great time.”

She glanced at Sabrina, who was still busy with the random guy. “She wanted me to come out. I’m just… not really a party person.”

“No shit,” I laughed, not trying to sound mean. “You stand out.”

Charlie gave a small smile. Still polite and careful, like she hadn’t made her mind up about me yet. 

I remembered – last year, her granddad’s barn. I was fixing a busted fence post, sweat pouring down my back when she came out with lemonade. Didn’t speak, just set the glass down and I watched her go back inside, black braid swinging. I thought she probably didn’t even know my name.

“You’re Charlotte, right?” I asked, playing dumb.

She nodded.

I pulled a joint from my pocket, started breaking up the bud with my fingers. Her eyes flicked down to the motion, curious.

“You smoke?”

She hesitated, then shook her head. “I’ve never…”

“Didn’t think so.” I smirked, not mocking. Just amused. “I’m not offering, by the way. Don’t worry.”

She surprised me by sliding up beside me on the tailgate. Not close enough to touch, just to watch. I lined the paper, pinched, flicked, twisted the end tight.

“You roll all of them like that?” she asked.

“Only for special occasions.”

“Is this a special occasion?”

“First time you’ve ever really talked to me. I’d say that qualifies.”

She stayed quiet, fingers toying with the hem of her skirt. I took my time lighting the joint, pulling slow, letting the smoke curl into the night. She watched — not like she wanted it, just like she was trying to figure me out.

“I’m Dodge, by the way.” I said, finally.

“I know.”

Oh, she knew. So I was probably an example of the bad decisions her dad warned her about. 

“You don’t look like the kind of girl who’d hang out with me,” I joked.

She gave a small shrug. “You don’t look like the kind of guy who’d find girls like me entertaining.”

That pulled a laugh out of me. “Ok. Fair.”

There was something still and charged between us. Everyone else was too loud, but here it was quiet.

“You know,” I said, tapping ash off the edge, “you’re probably too good for a town like this.”

She looked at me then, not flattered, not shy. “And you’re not?”

I grinned. Didn’t answer. She let the silence stretch for a moment. 

“Why’d you step in with Ray?”

I leaned back, exhaled a slow stream of smoke. “Didn’t like his energy. You seem too polite to tell someone they’re bothering you, so I did.”

That seemed to mean something to her. 

“You’re not what I expected,” she said.

“Stick around,” I replied. “I’ll disappoint you eventually.”

She laughed and I liked the sound of it a bit too much.

“Listen,” I said, turning to face her more fully. “I want your number.”

She blinked. “Why?”

“Because I want to take you out.”

“You don’t even know me, Dodge.”

“What if I want to?” I asked. “Not asking to marry you. It's just a drive. Maybe a snack.”

She laughed again, shaking her head like she couldn’t believe I was serious. But she reached into her little purse, pulled out a pen and took my wrist. Her handwriting was neat. 

That night? That was the beginning.

I didn’t know how fast she’d get under my skin. How hard I’d start craving her. But from the second her ink soaked into me, everything else blurred.

[CHARLIE’S POV]

| 🎧 crush - ethel cain

I was lying in bed, trying to fall asleep, while my brain ran its usual laps. The sound of the ceiling fan and the faint glow of the streetlight through my window created a familiar backdrop for memories I hadn’t asked to replay or situations I caught myself fantasizing about. Lately, they all started with Dodge’s face.

I’d been trying hard not to think about him for days now. But there he was, all the time, like a song stuck in my head. 

The other night at that party, he didn’t look at me like I was Sabrina’s accessory. I hadn’t stopped thinking about the way he said “yes” when Ray asked if I was with him. Like us being together made any sense. 

Everyone said Dodge Mason was trouble. The kind of guy who’d kiss you and then forget your name, maybe even before the kiss ended.  Fast, a bit rude, too fearless. But he hadn’t been like that. He didn’t flirt, didn’t push. Just stood there like a wall between me and whatever Ray was trying to be.

And up close — God. His eyes were blue like soft denim. But not just blue. The left one had a tiny brown freckle in the iris, like it ran out of ink. Something most people probably didn’t even notice. 

I was pulling my blanket up to my chin, already half-asleep, when the buzz from my phone nearly made me drop it.

📱💬 Unknown Number

“Hi. It’s Dodge. You up?”

I sat up a little straighter. Blinked at the screen like maybe I read it wrong. But who else would be texting me out of nowhere at midnight? 

I hesitated for a second, then tapped the number and hit “add contact.”

📱💬 Charlie

“I was just going to sleep.”

📱💬 Dodge

“Guess I caught you in time then.”

I bit my lip. My heart was beating faster than it had any right to. This was dumb. I didn’t even know him. Just one conversation. One moment. But still.

📱💬 Dodge

“I want to see you again.”

There it was. Double text. He wasn’t playing it cool. He didn’t care if he sounded eager. My stomach flipped, not from excitement, but from nerves. That twisting, fluttery uncertainty that came when your brain screamed “be careful” but your chest whispered “just see where it goes”.

📱💬 Charlie

“Is this an invitation?”

📱💬 Dodge

“You free this Saturday?”

I stared at that message, letting the screen light up my room while a hundred doubts started flooding in.

Maybe this was a joke. A prank. Some stupid dare. Sabrina once told me about a guy who asked out a girl just to win a bet. I wasn’t stupid. I knew boys took a liking to turning sweet into cruel.

But then I remembered how he looked at Ray. How his jaw clenched like he really hated that guy. Like he could not stand seeing someone get cornered. 

And he’d rolled that blunt like it was second nature, but never once offered it to me. Not even as a tease. As if he knew better.

📱💬 Charlie

“Depends. What kind of ‘out’ are we talking?”

📱💬 Dodge

“Diner. I’ll keep it tame.”

📱💬 Charlie

“Tame = not some parking lot with your friends watching.”

📱💬 Dodge

“Wow. You think so low of me.”

📱💬 Charlie

“I don’t know what to think of you.”

📱💬 Dodge

“Great. Then let me impress you this Saturday.”

My fingers hovered. I could’ve ended it there. Could’ve said no. But that stupid freckle in his eye came back to me. 

📱💬 Charlie

“Okay. But it can’t be too late. My dad checks the clock.”

📱💬 Dodge

“You want me to meet your dad already?”

📱💬 Charlie

“No. That was not what I said.”

📱💬 Dodge

“Got it. No parking lot. No late night. No meeting the warden.”

I stared at that last message until the screen dimmed. Tapped it back awake, just to make sure I hadn’t imagined it.

Then, I pulled the blanket over my head like I was twelve again. Whispered into the dark like maybe if I said it soft enough, it wouldn’t count: “He’s probably not serious. You’ll show up and it’ll be a joke. Or worse... he’ll be nice.”

The worst thing about people like Dodge wasn’t when they hurt you. It was when they didn’t. When they let you believe, just for a second, that maybe they could make an exception.

📱💬 Charlie

“Pick me up at six. I’ll text you the place.”

📱💬 Dodge

“Deal.”

I let the screen go dark again. Pressed the phone to my chest, trying to ignore the fact that I was already going over the conversation in my head line by line. Trying not to picture what he’d look like waiting in my driveway.

Saturday felt a lifetime away. But for the first time in a long while, I was looking forward to something.

[kesouu]

Blue Star☆｡⁠*✯ﾟ⁠+*⁠.⁠✧

(⁠☆) Narumi Gen x Oc

(｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ CHAPTER 1 +ﾟ⁠*｡⁠)

(⁠｡⁠•̀✧) FIRST POST IN A WHILE SO WHY NOT MAKE A SERIES??

13 years ago...

A 12 year old Hoshiko stands before a crowd of older boys unconscious on the floor and a boy her age in the center of the chaos.

"Hoy! Your all bruised up!" She yells cupping her hands around her mouth to emphasize her voice "What's it to you?!" The boy yells as he snaps his head in her direction with a scowl on his face which morphs into surprise as the girl walks towards him avoiding from stepping on the boys on the floor to grab the bruised boy's wrist. "Oi?!-" was all the boy could yell before he was being pulled and yelled at "I'm going to patch you up at my house! No complaining!" The girl exclaims.

Narumi, Hoshiko learns, hisses at the antiseptic she dabs on the boy's wounds. The boy was propped up on a counter, his head unfortunately forced by the girl to rest on her palm as he flinched away from the burn of it on his cuts. "You take punches but not betadine?" She laughs as she grabs a plaster to place on his face as she hears him huff in annoyance. "Aren't you that guy who aces all his classes but can't stay unsuspended for the life of him? We go to the same school." Hoshiko says gently placing the plaster on his face caressing it with her thumb to smooth it out. "Yeah, you done yet? If you are, I got a game to finish so-" Narumi was about to jump off the kitchen counter untill Hoshiko stopped him.

"Go to me when you get bruised up again." Hoshiko says sternly holding onto the boy's arm "Thank you so much, mitsuba-san" he says just as sternly until he yells out again "IS WHAT I WOULD SAY IF YOU DIDN'T NAG THE WHOLE TIME?! YOU'RE THE ONE WHO WANTED THIS AND YOUR THE ONE COMPLAININ'?" Narumi yells holding up his middle finger, in retaliation, she holds up her own and argues back "My conscience couldn't walk away when i saw you, okay!? I knew first aid anyway my mom taught me..."

Silence follows the outburst as Narumi scoffs "I don't care about you or your conscience if that's all that made you want to do this. It's just because you want to feel good about yourself..." He lowly says to the girl who's eyes widen at the anger and the twinge of sorrow in his words. "...I've always survived on my own no one has done me any good in this world anyway so leave me alone."

Narumi finally jumps off the counter top but was stopped at the front door yet again "You sure are stubborn." He says, an irk mark appearing on his cheek. "I get that a lot" Hoshiko smirks as she continues "Listen, you say the world hasn't done good for you right? Well let me be the first to give you good, come here whenever you like, let's be friends." The boy infront of her stares in shock and confusion 'Why the hell is this kid doing this..' "You have a wierd way of making friends you know that." The girl nods and moves out of the way of the door "I know, that's all I gotta say so your free to go." Narumi reaches for the doorknob and as he twists it Hoshiko speaks up again "I hope next time you come over it's not after you beat up more random guys alright?"

"Are you kidding me." Hoshiko was out in another one of her afternoon walks to see Narumi beating up another bunch of older boys. 'might as well lessen my job later' she thinks as she digs around in her pocket 'there you are...' she says grabbing her magic stick as she pulls the screw at the end and it extends and she goes to join in on the fight.

"You don't have to do this." Narumi says holding a guy by his hair as he watches Hoshiko hit another with the end of her stick "I don't learn bojutsu to just rot in the dojo you know." She huffs as the last of the group was on the floor to then turn to the boy she was with -

"Guess I'm going to be patching you up again, right?"

"Do whatever you want"

"You don't have to do this." Narumi says for the second time that day "But I want to" the boy who was sat yet again on her counter top furrows his eyebrows in frustration "You'll stop doing it eventually when you don't want to anymore." He says, the boy feels a slight pang in his chest at his comment "Nah I could get used to this I like patching you up now, you are my friend now, right?" Narumi stares at her as she smoothens the plaster on his cheek again with her thumb "You were serious about that?" And the girl hums as she began to clean up the mess she made.

"I better not catch you in a fight again, sheesh are you like a gangster or something? So many people have some sort of grudge on you. Its the weekend and all you've been up to is being ganged up on??" She says bewildered "Not my fault they don't mind their own business." The boy looks away his bangs covering his eyes Hoshiko then brightens up at the sight "I'll be right back!" She says before disappearing up the stairs leaving Narumi in the kitchen, from his position he can clearly see the living room so curiosity takes over him as he jumps off the counter to explore the room.

'Theres only older pictures of them together' Narumi thought as he stared at the family pictures on the wall 'they have a huge tv and a console too, might stay here a while then' crouching down to look at the console connected to the tv as he heard footsteps going down the stairs "Got you something!" Hoshiko says hiding an object in her hands as she descends the stairs "Look!" She stands beside Narumi to show him multiple clips shaped like stars "I am NOT wearing those." He glares at her as she laughs "Come on! It's to get your hair out of your face!" She whines as she tries to put it in his hair "No way! I like my hair like this!" He yells trying to push her hands away "Just this once!!"

The couch cushions were all over the living room, pictures were now hanging crookedly on the wall, coffee table not in the same position it was in before from the wrestling the two children did as Narumi sits with a scowl on his face as he plays with Hoshiko on her console with an assortment of different colored star clips in his hair "They look good on you" Hoshiko snickers without looking away from the screen "Shut up." The boy says as he glares at the tv in frustration "How are you so good at this!" he complains as the girl laughs "You're just ass at it thats why." she says beating Narumi in a match for the 3rd time "Forget it! I'm going home!" He says slamming the controller on the coffee table "No you aren't! You're helping me clean the mess we made!" The boy grows an irk mark at the girl's demand "Why should I clean?! You started it?!" He yells pointing a finger at the girl "You were the one who started throwing pillows!" She argues back.

"That was harder than I thought..." Hoshiko says looking at the living room they just cleaned "I would have been home by now fighting the final boss of my game." Narumi crosses his arms as he stands beside her "Well you're free to go home now." The girl says looking at the boy beside her as they walk to the door. "Did you have fun?" She says teasingly to Narumi's displeasure "...It was ok" he rolls his eyes and continues "Do I really have to keep these on?!" He says angrily and Hoshiko laughs at his frustration "Duh! I have loads of those things so its fine if you keep them." Narumi huffs out a breath and turns his back to the girl "Fine, I'm going home" he says as he walks away from the door raising his hand to wave "Bye! Get home safe!" The girl yells. On his way back to the orphanage Narumi feels a tingle in his chest 'The world is finally showing me some good huh?'

-☆☆

[galedekkarios]

male oc (tav, durge) x gale fic rec list! ✨

in no particular order + heed the tags, ratings, and warnings before reading!

Beneath the read-more you'll find 40 recommendations with their summaries attached. Enjoy!

Anxiousscrambles' entire BG3 collection (17 Works).

You'll find lots of Gale x Durge, featuring Dreuer, a middle aged tiefling warlock (who I love so much). They've written about Gale and Dreuer's journey from the beginning to the end of the game, as well as their life after (and a little of Dreuer's life before, too). Both characters grow and develop across each fic, both as individuals and partners, and it's just so lovely to witness them both being written with such care. There's a bit of everything, too, when it comes to content.

the night so black that the darkness hummed by persephoning

Kidnapped on his way to Waterdeep, elven bard Ruadhán Riddon wakes up with a blinding headache, an illithid tadpole in his eye, and no clear way out of either mess. To his dismay, the magnitude of the situation only grows worse by the hour, but there's more good hidden beneath the darkness than he expects.

Ship to Wreck by Snailsnol

“Teach them spell shield, first.” Anyir instructs as he limps back to his desk. “Yes, but my issue is how. I can’t simply tell them to cast Spell Shield while I throw a fireball at them.” Anyir sighs like that’s a great disappointment. “And additionally, you are a proficient martial fighter, the throbbing of my thigh is proof of that and I cannot teach them any of the skills you or your siblings share.” “Oh-khay. Explain Spell Shield me like you would your students.” Anyir says, scooting his chair up next to Gale’s. He barely resists the urge to bump their knees together. “Speak, magician.” ----- After defeating the Absolute, Gale finds himself alone in his tower again despite extending a hasty invitation to the artificer, Anyir. He desperately tries to shove the disappointment from his mind and bury himself in teaching his students, but his fool heart clings to it like a web. Until one day he is no longer alone and realizes existing is much different when you aren't the only one doing it.

you say love, i believe it to the bone by alliancedogtags

"Gale," the paladin finally spoke, voice quiet under the crackle of the fire pit and the breeze in the trees around them. "Surely you know that with or without your magic, you are still an incredible man?" Gale couldn't answer that. He tried, mouth opening, but no words came out of it. His usual charm of words, the security blanket of knowledge, the comfort of a conversation's upper hand. There was nothing. Not when they were alone. Not when Mylo looked at him like that. his finger traced the muted purple line down the side of his neck. "Gale," Mylo repeated again, softer this time, and something laced his words. Not just something, no - a certain sadness that escaped in the pitch of his voice. Not even pity. Sympathy. "Great Gods, Gale. If only you could see yourself the way that I do."

Sage and Lavender (Series) by TheMoYouKnow

Evander: 42, Half Wood-Elf Ranger. Hails from the area just outside Baldur’s Gate. Gale: 38 (probably), Human Wizard. Famously from Waterdeep. One shot pieces written at random for different points in their timeline, but the series will always be reordered chronologically after a new piece is posted.

Gale & Devour (4 Works) by CaptainNautical.

The link features four fics for Gale x Devour, a Dragonborn fighter. Devour is a beautiful character, and his relationship with Gale is so tender and touching in every fic.

Ironfire by scarvenrot

But beneath Gale’s hands, and in his arms, the withering ache of muscle turned from burden to gift, because it called such a fount of affection out of him. Every stroke of his fingertips, each careful brush of lips against flesh was a balm against burns, ice to swollen bruises, warmth to the joint. Krull didn’t have the right words for it all. You make me feel strong, was all he could say. Stronger than I ever have. Was this how his mother had felt, Krull wondered, when she had come across that bumbling, balding man and his goat farm besieged by goblins all those years ago? Did he unwittingly charm her with his earnest humanity, his love for his little home and his modest life, his empathy for livestock that ran so deep that he called them his family? Krull had never asked, and he didn’t know. But he imagined it must have been so. That it was written in his blood for him to love a human being so fully, so simply, for every fragile piece of who that person was. *** A half-orc barbarian and a human wizard fall in love.

gale gets good dick anthology (Series) by auriadne

maybe a joke, maybe not. mostly home to m!durge/gale fic. (op chiming in to say that this is some extremely delicious well-written smut, just in case the "maybe a joke" bit threw you off!)

Taste You On My Lips by Djarfskald

Gale had only intended to impress Tristan with a bit of magic and show him how it felt to touch the weave in the ways he did. What Gale hadn't expected was what the tiefling showed him when they shared that moment. All Gale could think about was seeing more, and it turns his already interesting predicament into something wildly unexpected.

Under the Stars, in Your Arms by weenietime

Gale had never been sure that scales would be a feeling he'd yearn for, but now he was finding himself bubbling with desire to run his hands along the textured skin below him. The warm surface was rough against Gale's softer skin, his human form pressed against the chest of a Dragonborn. He didn't have to imagine Altid underneath him anymore, because he was actually here; his hands gently grasping Gale's clothed love handles as he laid beneath him, warm breath tickling Gale's neck. (Aka me needing to write my first Tav and Gale makin' love underneath the stars)

Devour by Sylpherna

Gale contemplates the destiny Mystra had ordained, while Estevan begs him not to follow through. They fight, and then they fuck about it.

Skornweave (Series) by BoilingHeart

A cleric of Ilmater with a dark past falls for the wizard of Waterdeep. Both find in each other not just a new meaning of life, but the meaning of love and passion.

Shelter (Series) by Iselea

A series about my dragonborn Tav and Gale of Waterdeep. Hailing from Alaghôn, the capital city of Turmish, Tavraskirno Marivaldi is a dragonborn who ventured far into the Sword Coast to visit his adopted human sister who had settled into Baldur's Gate, only to wake up in the nautiloid with a tadpole in his head.

let it bleed through my fingers, a treasure in my hands by blazeofglory

Gale tosses his head to the side, practically writhing on the bedroll, and River spies a glint of silver, almost lost amongst Gale’s lovely brown hair. His earring. Mystra’s symbol. River cannot abide by Mystra's mark on something that belongs to him.

Magic of a Different Kind by Girlfoxgirl

My Githyanki Tav Genos and Gale share an intimate evening sometime following their first experience in the Weave. Character development and smut.

Cooking Time by Tal_Art (Tal_Monarch)

Gale panics when he sees smoke coming from the tower only to find Tav has attempted to cook.

My Hand That Will Not Harm You by goddessofcheese

The tent fell quiet again as he moved his attentions over to the other hand. The worries he’d dredged up wouldn’t quite leave but he found them easy to drown out by focusing on Gale’s high knuckles. His pulse, steady and strong beneath his grip. The fastidious cleanliness of his fingernails. Every so often he looked up, to make sure he wasn’t pushing too much into the mystery pain of what the wizard had to live with, but was glad to only see him with his eyes closed for the most part, fully absorbed in the relief. Pride flitted into Zen’s chest at being able to give that to him. Pride and… something else. Something… now altogether unfamiliar. He wanted more. ----- Alternatively, Gale finally accepts some help with the pain.

Wizards and Evil Lizards by SunflowerRose22

On a whim, the Dark Urge sneaks into Gale's tent one night. He's been craving the wizard for quite some time now and has decided to make Gale his.

Crow and Seagull by Subaruchan192

After two weeks at sea, Gale and Karasu finally arrive in Waterdeep. Both are looking forward to finally starting a new chapter in their lives together.

Want is a Four Letter Word by Saccharine_smiles

“Why did you–ugh–you confounding man!” The fear is evident in his voice and his fingers shake from where they begin the incantations of healing he knows. His eyes squint in agony at seeing Tav bloodied and beaten beneath him and he swallows the cry that claws at his throat knowing that this was his fault. “I like it when you use big words,” Tav says, head lolling onto one shoulder as the warm, soothing feeling of Gale’s magic overtakes him. It is the softest touch he’s had since the last time Gale had reached out to him with kindness. He is still not used to it.

I Want To Hurt You (I Want To Love You) by Brittany_Hamato

“I want to hurt you,” Tav’s voice rumbled from his chest, making Gale’s muscles quake and his chest tighten. “Excuse me?” “With your permission, I want to break you. I want to take you apart, piece by piece, and take everything you have to give, then take just a bit more.” Tav sat closer, his hand trailing across Gale’s shoulder blades, sending trails of electricity over his skin. “Please, gods” Gale choked on the aborted noise, it wasn’t quite a word, but Tav heard him anyway. Tav moved in closer, pressing his lips to Gale’s pulse as he nearly whispered his desires. His hands wandered lower, one supporting his back while the other tangled in his folded hands. “Your goddess can’t protect you from me,” Tav snarled, teeth pulling threateningly at his earring before continuing back down his neck, “and my god wouldn’t take away my toy.”

Forward, This Book is Dedicated To, Epilogue by upwards_descent

Gale is a disgraced and somewhat washed-up professor at the local prestigious college when he crosses paths with a handsome stranger at the library. Would this be the romance he needed to fix the hole in his heart, or was he just needlessly putting his own soul on the line once more?

fall away by whenwindwhispers

The Shadowlands have made our beloved party gloomy. Some members are becoming irritated by the smallest of things. For Gale, he is drawing the line at dirtying his favorite robes any further, and Whisper has the perfect solution: why not carry him? In short: Gale discovers he really likes being carried by Whisper.

Gum on your shoe (Series) by Lintu

1: Gum thought he'd been cursed to face the worst scenario taught to him by his people. Perhaps maybe a ghaik tadpole was the ticket he needed to see the world. Small segments of my tav, Gum, exploring Faerun and bonding with his new found companions. 2: "Wow. That's some sleight of tongue. Never seen that before." Gale watched as Gum stood, stolen ring in hand. "I have," Karlach replied. "But that's another story for another time." 3: Gale was left drowning in misery, the egg he intended to fry for breakfast past burnt and stuck to his pan. The very knowledge that he had turned Gum down, pushed him into the spawns arms, made Gale want to scream. --- Gale and Gum navigate both tadpole removal, abolishing the absolute, and their relationship.

My Many Tavs (Series) by upwards_descent

1: A series of snippets revolving around my Tav (Cairros Elrûn, a woodland elf Evocation Wizard) and his lover, Gale. Hella gay, super cute, with some bits of backstory for my boy sprinkled in. 2: Another series of snippets, this time featuring Gale and my other Tav, Rizal Aganaad the swashbuckling elder tiefling bard. A bit more angsty, a bit more kinky, just as fun! 3: A third collection of snippets romancing Gale, now with added Dark Urges! Featuring Autumn A. Augustus, soon-to-be redeemed human Great Old One warlock

A Talk About Control... by Faetality

Gale wants to talk about his pursuit of a certain artifact. Kai’chrell finds himself less than enthused with the idea and the urge… well. It raises its head at the worst of times.

You are Beautiful, Like I've Never Seen by Eternal_Starr

“You’re worth something to me…” He promises. “Worth a lot to me. And you are important in this world, even if you don’t feel it…” He watches as tears begin to swell in Gale’s eyes before he blinks hard to push them back down. He turns to meet Altair’s gaze, a warmth glowing inside them. Silence creeps in again. Neither of them dare to break it. ----------- Gale feels his death will make his life worth something. Altair claims he's worth something now.

Gale's Folly by arcanewriter

“Another night, I want to show you my home. Waterdeep. Tonight .. can you just hold me?”

Well Rested by Lintu

The gang gets to Baldur's Gate and stays a night at the Elfsong.

don't accuse me of accusing you by sertuna

Elminster delivers a message from Mystra. Callesian gives his opinion on the matter. “If you have something on your mind, I'd surely like to hear it,” Gale spoke at last as they locked eyes. He paused in response, leaving Gale to witness the gears turning in his mind as he formulated a response. Every feeling that had been stirring within him that evening threatened to bubble over the edge. Callesian knew if he let out even an ounce there would be no slowing down. For all the good rapidly escalating emotions did a barbarian in combat, it wasn’t a conduit for rational discussions. At last, he settled on what to say. “No, I don't think you would.”

Silly, Silly Tav, Or: Gale Gets Buttfucked Through The Portal by faeblesmith

“It seems… unstable, somehow. Normally, magic this old is the most stable sort, with decades, centuries, even millennia of support. There must be something very powerful behind this mass of sparks. Just as Tav gets within arm’s reach, someone half falls from the portal. Ass first. Bare ass first. “Hello? A hand? Anyone?” Tav stares at the ass, unable to even think for a moment, let alone move to do anything about some man’s bare ass (and legs, quite a nice set of ass and legs at that) jutting out from… the sheer rock face on the side of a hill.”

The Stars Can't Compare by Brittany_Hamato

He wants to forget his goddess and Eliminster's words. Instead of worrying about the orb, or the decisions left on his shoulders, Gale wants to just spend a night watching the stars. Tav decides to distract him. Gale is definitely distracted and certainly not complaining.

Roar of a bear by Subaruchan192

Gale is awestruck the first time Karasu turns into a bear and due to this distraction, gets hurt. The bear gets feral and afterwards they share a moment of tenderness and maybe flirting- or whatever these idiots understand by flirting.

wordlessly and entirely by reddragoncrush

The hungers in Gale never quite died, but sometimes they were silenced. Or, perhaps, more interestingly, he hadn't done what he needed to sate them.

Even in Darkness by PerditionLaFey

Post- game end, Male Tav was injured and has lost their sight, maybe for good. Gale comes along to provide some much-needed comfort.

shake like the bough of a willow tree by deathishauntedbyhumans

They never last long like this, either of them. The few times they’ve made love directly after fighting something that has made an honest attempt to kill them have always been hot and dirty and rather to the point. Tav doesn’t mind, though— there have been other moments, other times where their lovemaking has lasted much longer, been much sweeter. This is different. This is… stimulation, for the sake of stimulation.

an incantation of tongue by sanquines (wraithes)

Gale's desires are a well untapped, the cool waters of his mind plagued with wanton ripples. In attempt to free himself of one man, he finds himself with two — a challenge even the prodigy struggles to wrap his mind and mouth around.

an abundance of moments by floralprintshark

Gale struggles with his feelings for Tav and talks to pretty much everyone about this except to Tav. (Tav called Suvi, they're a Tiefling bard with the urchin background)

Counting Sheep by Nightwang

“That’s not what I meant. I was thinking more of turning that big, beautiful brain of yours off.” “Oh really? Well now this I’d like to see. What great plan do you have, oh fearless leader? A sleep potion? Perhaps a nice chair to the head?” For the prompt Gale/Any - Cockwarming on the Baldur’s Gate Kink Meme

God of Ambivalence by SpaceMonkeySalsa

A tiefling Artificer trying to carve a new path for himself splits a large stone on a beach to discover something truly shocking: a wizard missing a hand and in need of a lot of help, and magical items. Lucky for the wizard, Elion happens to be a fount of magical items.

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More random stuff about Jiu & Kioku:

I was originally going to name Jiu "Ryuu" because it meant dragon, but I realized @starry-skiez already had a Ryu. I changed names, but now that I think about it Jiu still ended up sounding like another one of Star's ocs Ji Woo 😭😭 Jiu is Ryu and Ji Woo's accidental lovechild by name

I was almost going to give Kio a long ass name, but I found it exhausting to write so I scrapped it

The color of Kio's hairtie is the same color as Jiu's eyes

Both Kio and Jiu own the same kind of purple bracelet. Kio doesn't know how she got hers, Jiu doesn't wear his anymore

Kio has a tiny fang! It doesn't protrude like Ivan's, though, it's only visible whenever she opens her mouth

Jiu, like Ivan, doesn't wear a control collar and dons a high-collared shirt instead

Kio's hair is always messy. At one point she choked on it and is still clowned on regularly by everyone who was there to witness it. She started tying her hair back more often shortly after the incident

Jiu's default sleeping position (face-down) makes it very hard for him to breathe, but it's the only way he can fall asleep. He sleeps like a log, so once he's knocked out it's up to someone else to turn him over (a certain someone used to do this for him in their childhood, but not anymore)

Now on his own, Jiu wakes up in the middle of the night panting and light-headed from his sleeping position (survival instinct 😭 his body jolts awake before he can truly suffocate)

Jiu excels in all areas, most prominently in mathematics. Kio is below average in Gen Ed subjects, good in music and VERY excellent in sports. Her peers joke that she was sent to Anakt by accident and was supposed to go to the Olympics instead

Part of Kio's struggle in academics is caused by her memory issues. This is also why she prefers sports and activity. Despite her mind forgetting, her body always seems to remember

I drew Kio in her Anakt uniform once (standard shirt + shorts), but I might alter her bottoms to look more like sports/PE pants instead

Jiu carries the demeanor (and eyebags) of a depressed middle aged man who lost his wife and works a dead end minimum wage office job. This is partly due to the fact that he was put to work at the ripe age of 10 years old

Kio feels weak and sick when she tries too hard to remember certain things. She has a special medicine for this, but what she doesn't know is that it's essentially just a sugar pill. This was issued by her guardian

Jiu is biologically from a very noble lineage of pets, which is why his guardian was so keen to have him

Overworked, jaded, and reduced to a servant, he currently resembles a luxurious trophy that has lost all its shine and luster

Once Jiu deems that he is no longer needed by Kio, he begins to distance from her heavily

Whenever she is in need of help (though rarely), he is the first to answer her call

Kio finds it very conflicting. Sometimes he pretends she doesn't exist and other times he trips over himself in an effort to help her first. It's almost like he himself can't decide, or like he's trying to make up for something last minute

Even after they've become acquainted and familiar in the Anakt Garden, Jiu still refuses to look Kio in the eyes

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heyyy guys! I wanted to make an announcement tht I might in the future make a webtoon of ocs! If anyone wants to help me with this project that again I MAY OR MAY NOT BE DOING please dm me! And I might make a discord server if I get enough help. Here is a small little draft of everything and I will give a rough drafts of a plot

Plot down below ⬇️ a lil TW? Maybe?

So the story/comic follows Najimi seawater (age 17, height 5’5”Japanese and American parents, though her dad dies which turns her mother into an alcoholic) she is lovesick as she bores herself in her catholic school. She keeps a watchful eye on Kai, an egotistic popular jock who, for some reason, najimi loves. One day she confesses her feelings towards him, which in reply, he has no idea who she is. After this, she sobs alone at the park near by when a random stranger, though her age and wearing the same uniform from her school, goes and tries to comfort her. And his name is yoshi (which najimi immeadiatly falls for)

Yoshi Amano (age 17, height 5’8”, Japanese American, and has a little sister, Fumiko) has been obsessed with Najimi since he moved to America. He forced his parents to put him into the catholic school, even though he was in fact not catholic. Seeing Najimi as the grocery store one day, he followed her home and from then on, stalked her with her not knowing him ever. And once he finds his way into her life, after comforting her and becoming Najimis friend, he begins to date Najimi. But soon he becomes more violent, and angry with anyone else. And soon he kills Kai, for even making Najimi sad. But once Najimi finds out about what Yoshi did, she’s of course terrified.

this results in yoshi yk kidnapping her since he could never ever lose her. I’m not gonna specify what’s gonna happen during this part but it will be gory. It will include as follows; amputation, starvation, rap3, self harm ect. (This is based off of my own experiences but more extreme. I do not condone ANY of this and this is not intended for younger audiences.) but soon Fumiko, yoshi little sister who is currently in middle school, finds out what Yoshi is doing in the basement. Of course she screams and this results in her death. And soon her and yoshis parents. Because he just wants to live a happy life with Najimi.

I haven’t really figured out what the ending may be but I have two ideas. One, Najimi escapes and yoshi gets the rightful punishment he deserves. Najimi still loves yoshi from stockhold syndrome. She will visit him in the Prison and yoshi is happy with that. Najimi does sorta recover but does plan on trying to get yoshi out because of the trauma she endured she feels obligated to help him out. OR Najimi just straight up dies after yoshi has a failed attempt at amputating another liver of hers. So then yoshi kinda offs himself.