#oc: darline joy

[tophsazulas]

July 26, 1995; After Leia leaves and they watch Clueless

Delilah: You know, Cher and Josh are kinda cute.

Ridge (scoffs): Please, Josh is a total dud. She deserves to be with a stud, like me.

Mitch: You do realize their parents were married and they were were step siblings, right?

Delilah: Their parents were “barely married” and were already divorced by the time they got together.

Darline: It’s like you guys have forgotten that Cher is 16 and Josh is like 19 and in college.

Kristie: Okay, you know what I think? Cher Horowitz is totally a lesbian. I mean she and Dionne are like best friends to lovers excellence. And don’t even get me started on Cher and Tai. Cher was clearly in love with her and that’s the real reason why she didn’t like Tai wanting to date Josh.

[saturnville]

sweet goodbyes, major john egan

pairing: major john “bucky” egan (masters of the air) black fem oc (amelia egan)

content: john is being shipped to England to serve in the war; his departure comes with sweet goodbyes

an: callum turner is my new white boy of the month, yay!

“Close your eyes, darlin’. You can’t keep trying to fight sleep.” His voice warmed the deepest parts of her insides. Her stomach fluttered and she couldn’t fight to dopey smile that crept along her lips. She whined in objection, ignoring how her eyelids fluttered.

“I don’t want to sleep,” she murmured, words slurred and almost incoherent. Her hand ran down the lace neckline of her white nightgown; a gift from her mother-in-law from her wedding night. Her hand then traveled over to his dark hair, massaging his curls. “Want to stare at you alllll night.”

His soft chuckle forced her eyes open. He caressed her warm cheek “That’s nice, doll, but you should get your rest. I gotta be out early in the morning. Gotta have coffee together.” It was a ritual. Every morning, he’d wake her up at the break of dawn with a steaming cup of coffee and a bowl of oatmeal. It was a simple gesture, but it was what she grew to love. Cuddled in the sheets, sipping from their mugs and feeding each other spoonfuls of hot oats. She’d have to get used to eating by herself.

She huffed in disdain. John chuckled and wrapped his strong arms around her body. He pressed a firm kiss against her cheek, then her nose, then her lips. She returned his advances immediately. Her hand gripped his neck as she pulled him closer. “Amelia…”

Amelia’s leg crept along his waist and she silently urged him to take the hint. He whispered a gentle, are you sure, against her lips, which she replied with her hips pressed against his.

John gripped the plushness of her thigh and pushed it back, slotting his body between her legs. Her breaths were heavy and quivered with desire. His large hands clenched the fabric of her nightgown, pushed it up her body, and tossed it across the room. “I love you, you know that?”

“Mhm.” Her mind couldn’t create a coherent sentence with him touching her so delicately. “I love you, too.”

The moon shone through the curtains. Amelia felt the weight of sleep finally pulling her down. Her husbands presence comforted her as his whispered declarations of love lingered in the air. Reluctantly, she stopped battling drowsiness and succumbed to its authority.

The warmth of his love wrapped around her like a blanket, and the anticipation of their morning ritual brought a bittersweet smile to her lips. She couldn’t help but savor the small moments she had left, knowing that tomorrow would be different.

Yet, within their tender embrace and exchange of affections, their love was a solidified anchor that promised a new daw filled with cups of coffee and the joy of each’ other’s company.

[bellaireland1981]

Babymoon

Summary: You and your husband take a quick beach vacation before becoming a family of three.

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Female! Reader

Warnings: Illusions to smut, heavy making out, pregnancy, fluff, Jake being adorable. UNDER 18 DNI

Word Count: 2231 (look at me keeping it quick!)

A/N: Written for @thedroneranger 's Pick Your Poison writing challenge. Inspiration for the fic was Sex on the Beach As always, I do not own the Top Gun Maverick characters but all OCs and Reader insert concepts are my own and storylines are mine. I do not give permission for my work to be translated, copied, reposted to other sites, used in AI generators and sold on any platforms.

Masterlist

“Angel, are you sure you’re not overdoing it?” Jake asked as the two of you made your way down to the beach from your hotel room. “We can relax in the room for a bit or sit by the pool if that’s better…”

At 7 months pregnant, you were getting close to the point of no travel and Jake had surprised you with a last minute “babymoon” down to Mexico. He wanted the two of you to have one last opportunity to be spontaneous and fly off for a romantic getaway before you become parents. 

“Jake, I love you, Stud…” You said, looking up at your husband, a coy smile on your face, “I promise I’m not overdoing it. I just really want some time on the beach with my sexy husband and baby daddy…maybe some sexy time on the beach with my husband.”

“You’re a menace, Angel.” He chuckled, pausing your walk to the beach to steal a quick kiss. “But anything for my sexy pregnant wife” kissing you again, “Beautiful mother of our daughter.”

“Our daughter is going to have her daddy wrapped around her tiny little finger.” You smirked, as you continued toward the beach. 

“Just like her Momma.” He replied, chuckling. “Wouldn’t want it any other way, Angel.” 

He led you to a cabana area he’d rented for you for the day. There were beach loungers set up in front, where you could lay in the sun and soak up the warm rays, but there were also loungers in the cabana to allow you to lay down out of the sun and rest without having to leave the beach. It came complete with full food and drink service from the resort. Your amazing and perfect husband had thought of everything. 

“Before you get all comfortable out there, darlin’ you need sunscreen.” Jake reminded you. 

“Are you worried about me burning…or do you just want a reason to rub your hands all over me in public without the threat of getting arrested?” You teased him. 

“A little of both.” He admitted with a smirk, “I’ll always take any excuse to get my hands on my wife, Angel, you know that… it’s why you’re currently pregnant.”

“Does this mean I’ll be spending a lot of time pregnant over the next five to ten years of our marriage?” You laughed.

“I will happily give you as many babies as you want Angel.” He said, pulling you close, one hand naturally finding its home on your swollen belly, the other behind your head, tilting your head back before capturing your lips in a tender kiss. 

“Let’s see how things go with our daughter first.” You suggested, “So far, she’s a handful just like her daddy.”

“The morning sickness finally eased up.” He reasoned, “And after several talks recently, she’s no longer using your bladder as a punching bag.”

“True.” You acknowledged, “Now she’s using my kidneys and rib cage for soccer practice and I swear she takes joy in giving me major heartburn.”

“I’ll have another talk with her.” He smiled, “But you’re not fooling me. I see you when you don’t think anyone is watching… or listening. You’re loving every moment, kidney shots and all.”

“I really am.” You sighed happily, rubbing your hand over your belly where your daughter was safely growing and developing. “I can’t even describe the feeling… knowing a part of you and a part of me…growing inside me. Getting to feel her move and being this close to her… knowing that once she’s born, I’ll never be this close to her again… I’ll have to share her, I’ll no longer be able to protect her from the world… It’s an incredible thing.”

“It’s pretty damn amazing from this side of things too, Angel.” He said gently, his hand joining yours on top of your belly, “Watching our little girl grow inside of you, knowing I helped put her there… seeing you literally grow a human, OUR human… protecting her, nourishing her, loving her… it about brings me to my knees. You’re already the most amazing momma in the world, Angel. Our little princess is so lucky she gets to have you as her momma. As for protecting her once she’s on the outside… I have zero doubts you’ll be fierce and badass at that. I’ve seen you in action protecting those you love. She’ll have us, and a squad full of uncles and aunts to keep her safe. Our little girl will be just fine.”

“You’re gonna make me cry.” You sniffled, tears threatening to spill over. “Not like it’s hard to do… it’s kinda low hanging fruit.”

“You said it, Angel.” He laughed, “But you’re adorable when you’re all emotional.” 

“I love you, Stud.” You said,  snuggling into your husband.

“I love you too, Angel.” He replied, holding you close. 

After a moment, once the emotions had calmed down you pulled back a bit, “Can you put sunscreen on me now?”

“Absolutely,” He agreed, grinning, “Let me grab the bottle. Sit down on the lounger and I’ll get you all sorted.”

The two of you spent time laying in the sun, you reading a steamy romance novel, Jake reading an updated manual for new equipment to his jet. 

“You know, My Love,” You teased him, “We’re on vacation, you shouldn’t be working.”

“I enjoy learning about my jet, Angel.” He defended himself, “Besides, wouldn’t you rather I know everything there is to know about it so I can be extra safe?”

“You already know that jet down to the last screw.” You laughed, “And I love that you’re thorough, Babe… it makes it a little easier to send you off on missions and deployments because you tackle those the same as your jet and you learn every detail given to you. I love that about you.”

“I will always do everything in my power and control to come home to you and our little girl.” He promised. 

“I know.” You smiled, “And I know that you have amazing squadmates who have your back.”

“They’re alright.” He laughed playfully. Truth was, you knew he loved all of the Daggers and would do anything for them. He’d already been best friends with Javy coming into the Uranium mission that had formed the Daggers, but afterwards he and Bradley had formed an unbreakable bond and a strong friendship. Bradley had even asked Jake to be his best man in his wedding the month before.  “Feel like getting in the water?”

“I could cool off.” You replied, “Going to need help getting up though.”

He set his manual down under his towel so it wouldn’t blow away and reached for your book so he could set it next to his before reaching out to lift you up. You swayed slightly into him, the change in position causing you to feel slightly lightheaded. 

“Easy does it, Angel.” He said, “Are you ok? Do you need to go inside to rest for a bit?”

“No, I’m ok.” You replied, “I just stood too fast. Let’s go into the water, then we can cuddle in the cabana for a bit.”

“Cuddle?” You asked, smirking.

“Behave.” He chuckled, playfully swatting your butt. 

You laughed, taking his hand and the two of you walked to the water. There were some waves but the surf wasn’t overly active. Jake still made sure to keep you close and his hands on you at all times while you were both in the water. You waded out until you were mostly past the break, the water to your chest, but barely above Jake’s belly. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in as close as possible with your very pregnant belly between you. 

You leaned up on your tiptoes, your arms around his neck, pulling him down so you could kiss him. You didn’t hesitate to swipe your tongue over the seam of his lips, seeking entrance into his mouth. His own tongue came out to meet yours, the kiss deepening. He let his hands wander down to your butt, rubbing over your bikini clad cheeks. 

“What are your thoughts on sex on the beach, Angel?” Jake asked, his head dipping down to kiss over your neck and shoulder. 

“Oh my God.. I MISS those amazing little cocktails.” You sighed, “Penny makes the BEST Sex on the Beaches.”

“Angel, I was talking about literal sex on the beach.” He groaned, still trailing kisses over your collarbone, tasting the salt from the ocean water. 

“Pretty sure THAT is how I ended up pregnant, Stud.” You teased him.

“The night after the bonfire?” He asked, lifting his head to look at you, a smirk playing on his lips, “Seriously?”

“The timing is perfect.” You shrugged, “Lord knows I DRANK enough of those sneaky little cocktails that night…”

“I remember.” He said, his voice going husky, dropping deeper, “You suggested we do an experiment to see if actual sex on the beach was as good as the drink.” 

“Well, it looks like it exceeded expectations.” You giggled, pulling his head down to kiss him.

“So, how about round two?” He asked, his hands wandering back down to your butt. 

“I’m way too pregnant to end up with sand in unfortunate places, so how about sex in a cabana?” You compromised, smirking. 

“I think it’s time to head back to shore, Angel.” He replied, scooping you up bridal style and carrying you in towards the shore. 

“Jake!” You squealed, “Put me down! I am way too heavy!” 

“Angel, I can handle carrying my girls just fine.” He promised, “I would never let anything happen to either of you.”

“Such a softy.” You said, letting your fingers run over the wet hair at the nape of his neck.

“Don’t let that get out.” He teased, “I have a reputation to uphold.” 

“The gig is up, Babe.” You laughed, “Everyone knows you’re not really an asshole. As soon as they saw you with Ruben’s kids it was all over.”

He carried you out of the water and over the sand back to the cabana before setting you back on your feet. It had shades that could be pulled down for privacy and to block out more sun, which Jake took advantage of as soon as you got inside the cabana. There was a large sun lounger that looked more like a bed, in the middle of the cabana with small tables set up on each side. With the shades pulled on the sides and the light weight material used as a curtain in the front of the cabana let down, it gave you a little privacy from prying eyes of other resort guests. It was at least a private beach, only open to those staying at the resort. 

“This might have been easier before we were all wet.” You said, winding your arms around his neck as he came back to stand in front of you. “Now our suits are all clingy”

“Hmmm,” He hummed, leaning down to nibble at your jawline before working back towards your ear, whispering “I prefer my wife to be wet and clingy.” 

A shiver ran through your whole body, arousal flooding your system, soaking your already wet bikini bottoms.

“Jake” You moaned, trying to push up against him, as much as your very pregnant belly would allow, “I need you to fuck me.”

“Your wish is my command, Angel.” He replied, guiding you back towards the lounger. He untied your bikini top, letting it fall to the floor of the cabana, making sure to block you from view of the outside world. “Fuck, I love your boobs.”

“Thought you were an ass man, Stud.” You smirked, knowing that your husband had been infatuated with your boobs since you’d become pregnant. They had increased two cup sizes by this point in your pregnancy, and you were told they’d get even bigger once you were breastfeeding your daughter. Jake was intrigued by it. 

“When it comes to you, Angel there’s not a part of your body that doesn’t get me going.” He admitted, flashing his dimpled smile. He helped you to lay down on the lounger. He made sure you were propped up on the many decorative pillows and comfortable, leaning in for a quick kiss, before running his hands down over you, pausing to rest his hands on and gently kiss your bump, before continuing down, pulling your bikini bottoms off on his way.

The look of pure lust and adoration on your husband’s face was enough to give you confidence in your own body and not give in to the negative thoughts that tried to permeate your brain when you looked in the mirror. Your OB said it was normal as your body was rapidly changing, to have the negative feelings or insecurities but reminded you to be kind to yourself and if the thoughts became too intrusive to let her know so she could set you up with someone to talk to. Jake had been at that appointment and had made it his mission afterwards to make sure he knew how absolutely beautiful he found you and how incredible it was that you were growing an entire human. 

“I think you’re overdressed.” You smiled, allowing your eyes to hungrily track over his sun kissed body. “And I believe I was promised Sex on the Beach.”

A/N: There it is! My second ever Jake fic! What do you think??

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[sorchathered]

💕Lover💕

A/N- hey all! This is my submission for @ohtobeleah ‘s Galentine’s party!! I’m so excited to see everyone’s posts and concepts, make sure you check out the submissions under her tag!

Summary- A collection of memories and mood boards documenting you and Jake from engagement to wedding day.

Pairing- Jake Seresin x oc!reader (callsign Storm)

Warnings- language, drinking, smut.

“We can leave the Christmas lights up til January, this our place we make the rules”

It was January 5th now, you knew the chances of Jake being home for Christmas were slim but secretly you’d hoped he would be. He’d begged you not to spend the holiday alone his mother insisting you come to Texas so you’d flown out and spent two fantastic weeks with his family. They had welcomed you with open arms, taking you to all of Jake’s old haunts and involving you in their family traditions. You’d never been close to your parents so the overwhelming love you received from the Seresin family was something you’d never experienced before. You’d gotten to talk to him sporadically over the holiday but you could tell he was heartbroken he couldn’t be there with you. The time went by too fast and before you knew it the 5th had arrived and you were stepping off your plane in San Diego, Coyote was waiting to pick you up and you couldn’t wait to get home to your own bed. You’d put up a small tree with some lights before you left just to keep the seasonal depression at bay, but as you unlocked the door to your shared home you were met with what could only be described as a winter wonderland. The house was covered in lights, decorated ornately with paper snowflakes and there in front of a brand new 8 foot Christmas tree was Jake. He grinned his thousand watt smile at you as you dropped all of your bags and launched yourself into his arms.

“Hey Stormy girl, did ya miss me?”

You let out a watery laugh as you began to sob in earnest, he held you close and pressed kisses into your hair, reassuring you that he was home and this was real. When you finally settled he sat you both down on the couch in front of the massive tree, you were still in shock that not only was he here but he had somehow managed to transform your house into Santa’s workshop.

“What is all this baby?” You whispered against his lips, he’d never been big on Christmas but he knew you loved it so the thoughtfulness and effort put in after a nearly 3 month deployment was not lost on you.

“We didn’t get Christmas together darlin’ and I know being apart has been hard as hell these past few months” he stands up now, walking over to the tree to pick up a small gift you hadn’t even noticed. You gasp as tears well up in your eyes, Jake Seresin is down on one knee surrounded by a literal Christmas wonderland, and he’s about to ask you for forever. “Yes!” You blurt out, causing a belly laugh to erupt from him.

“You didn’t even let me ask sweetheart”

“You can but my answer is still yes, I just want to be yours, forever and ever.”

He closes the distance between you to slide his grandma’s engagement ring on your finger, kissing you in the glow of the twinkle lights.

“My heart’s been borrowed and yours has been blue, all's well that ends well to end up with you”

A joint bachelor/bachelorette party at the hard deck, all the boys had suggested strip clubs and hookers but Jake just wanted a night with everyone they loved and to maybe get you a little tipsy so he could proposition you for a hookup in the bathroom. You were dancing with Phoenix and a few of your other girlfriends, dressed in the tiniest white dress with a bedazzled cowboy hat and veil that said bride on the front. He didn’t think he could love you more than this moment; eyes full of joy and singing “Don’t stop believing” at the top of your lungs. He’d even let you convince him to wear the ridiculous groom t shirt you’d gotten him, taking all the jesting in stride even though he secretly loved it. He’d always give you whatever you want.

You were a spitfire when you wanted to be, always first to defend him if some cocky asshole got mouthy, he had been an absolute dick to everyone around him for years but since that first dagger squad mission he’d been trying his damndest to make amends.

That was one of the many ways he’d known you were the one, you’d been dating quietl after you and Rooster’s failed engagement had crashed and burned over a year before. During a particularly stressful training day the two had come to blows, both of them ending up in the infirmary as Rooster continued to pelt insults his way. Jake was trying to take it in stride but your temper could only take so much. You were professional but vicious in your descent on him, refusing to let Bradley Bradshaw and his unresolved emotional baggage dismantle all the work Jake had put in to better himself. You’d been a champion for him no matter what and he wasn’t used to anyone having his back, it took his breath away just how much you believed in him.

Watching you now he felt his heart swell, and he couldn’t sit in his chair any longer; the need to hold you carrying him across the room, spinning you into his arms with ease.

“Hi sugar, think I could steal you away for a few minutes?” He whispered in your ear, pressing soft kisses to your neck as he dipped you to cheers from the crowd. You threw your head back giggling and took his hand to drag him through the throngs of patrons to the quiet hall that held the bathrooms.

You knew what he wanted, he was always looking for an opportunity to get you wrapped around him, often joking he might have a bit of a kink for getting you off in public spaces but really he was just insatiable when it came to you, especially when you were dressed in what he thought may be the world's smallest dress and rubbing your body all over his.

Placing you on the side of the sink he ran his hands over you now, sliding a hand between your parted legs finding you obscenely wet and he chuckled; maybe he wasn’t the only one that got hot and bothered over hooking up where anyone could find you.

You gasped at his touch and pushed your hands into his hair, needing him to kiss you and he was all too willing, tasting your tongue as you moaned into his mouth, the prettiest sound he ever heard. He pulled your tiny scrap of underwear to the side and pressed his fingers into your dripping core, watching you grind down onto his hand, whispering filthy things he knew you’d be mortified if anyone heard and God he lived for it, you were his dirty girl behind closed doors all for him, only he got to see you like this. You were teetering on the edge now, suddenly removing his fingers from you with a smirk as you protested, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes and chest heaving while you begged for him to stop teasing and fuck you. He didn’t have to be told twice, letting you wrench his belt buckle open and unzip his jeans in record time, sliding home into your velvet heat, I love yous breathed out into the humid air of the bar bathroom. He chased your mutual highs quickly, knowing eventually someone would come looking for you, desperate cries pouring from your pouty pink lips and coming hard as you pulsed and fluttered around him, both of you bathed in ecstasy in the dim dingy light. As the two of you attempted to become presentable you were startled by the creaking of the bathroom door, Javy poking his head through and shaking his head with a raucous laugh.

“We’ve been taking turns guarding the bathroom, would you two heathens wrap it up? We’ve got celebrating to do!”

You both couldn’t hold in your laughter, they knew you too well, bracing yourselves for the onslaught of teasing for skipping out on your own party to hook up.

Drinks were distributed, a new game of pool was started and as you gazed at Jake across the room you couldn’t help but be proud of who he had become. He was honorable, steadfast and in fact too good to be true. You had both been damaged and jaded from past mistakes and relationships but had somehow healed each other becoming the best version of yourselves. You’d do it all again if it meant you ended up here, with your magnetic force of a man. Loving him was like coming up for air, he was Christmas morning and birthday wishes on lit candles and technicolor fireworks on the Fourth of July. You couldn’t wait to spend forever loving him.

“You’re my, my, my, my Lover.”

As you sat in the dressing room of the venue overlooking the harbor you were brought back to the night of Penny and Maverick’s wedding just a few years ago. You had come back to San Diego for their nuptials still heartbroken from your failed engagement with Bradley. Over the course of the long weekend you had found love again in the form of your best friend, the man you were finally about to marry.

Sometimes it still felt like a dream, you were afraid you would wake up one morning and still be single and heartbroken in your tiny apartment in Pensacola, but fate had stepped in and brought the two of you together. It hadn’t been easy, you were in tears more often than you’d like to admit when you first started dating long distance, and then deployments apart caused even more strain.

When you were finally promoted to Lieutenant Commander 10 months into your budding romance your superior told you there was an opportunity to fly again at top gun but this time with a new crew. So you and your front seater Viper decided to take the leap and head to Fightertown. Jake couldn’t believe it when he had a knock on his door that Sunday night to find you with all your luggage on his front porch, bottle of champagne in hand asking how he felt about a roommate.

It had been two years since then, both the dagger squad and red knights could be seen mingling outside and you felt your heart swell at how lucky you were to be surrounded by so many amazing friends.

Jake was all nerves on the opposite side of the venue, couldn’t seem to keep his hands from shaking as he tried to put his cufflinks on. Javy swatted his hand away and took over, shaking his head and handing Jake his whiskey to finish up.

“What are you so worried about? Stormy’s in dude, you two were made for each other.”

Jake knew he was being ridiculous, his family loved Stormy, all of his friends did too, he just wanted everything to be perfect for her.

“I’m not worried about her leaving me numb nuts, I just want it to be everything she hopes it is, I’ve checked the weather 100 times today and if it rains I swear-“

“Jake, she’s not just excited about the fairy tale wedding; she’s excited to marry you. The rest of it will turn out perfectly because you two will be together, the rest is gravy bud.”

Jake wondered to himself when Javy had gotten so smart, but he had to admit his wingman was right about one thing, being with you forever was the thing that mattered most and Jake couldn’t wait to start it with you.

As you walked down the aisle you could barely hold it together, Jake was already tearing up when you reached him taking his hand in yours it took all the restraint you had to not go ahead and kiss him. It was everything you had ever dreamed of and even if it had just been the two of you and a justice of the peace that would’ve been enough, because the end result was forever with the love of your life. Jake’s brother-in-law, a preacher back in Texas had been asked to be the officiant and when he finally announced you man and wife you couldn’t get to your love fast enough, pressing your lips to his as he made a show of dipping you for the crowd.

Later that evening in the glow of the harbor lights you were swaying to the music with your husband and you couldn’t put into words how perfect this night had been. He pulled your face close to his as he sang along with the band, and you had to kiss him again, it felt like every cell in your body cried out to be loved and touched by Jake Seresin and you knew without a doubt he always would. No matter where the two of you went he would do everything to love and protect you, and you would always do the same. Forever.

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[noxturnalpascal]

My 2023 Fanfic-Wrapped

I only really started reading Pedro fanfic in April or May, I got started on some of the well-known fics on AO3 that were recommended on tiktok. However, one of them brought me to tumblr (because I wanted to see more from this author, I wanted to see their moodboards and their sneak peeks). And I haven’t left since.

I even decided to try my hand at writing as well. It’s been a LOT of fun. (My masterlist is here if you want to see all the weird shit I wrote so far). Thank you to everyone who has supported me in all my efforts and to all the friends I've made.

I wanted to create this list to highlight some of my faves this year. If you haven’t read these, they all come highly recommended by me.

I'll be reblogging everything on this list throughout the day. If you’d like to reblog this post and add some of your own favorites from this year - PLEASE DO!!!  I would absolutely love to get new recs!! Let’s share the love!!

In no particular Order - Here are some of my favorites from the year!

Fave Writers (I’ll read anything they write)

@toxicanonymity (joel miller masterlist) Personal Faves: NightWalks!Joel, Vamp!Joel (both Ongoing)

@theywhowriteandknowthings (masterlist) Personal Faves: Creep - Joel, Princess and the Duke - Dave York (Ongoing)

@chloeangelic (masterlist) Personal Faves: Love Me Back - Joel, Seeking What is Desirable - Joel (Ongoing)

@goodwithcheese (masterlist) Personal Faves: The Layover - Frankie, Paranoid Heart - Javi P (Ongoing)

@beskarandblasters (masterlist) Personal Faves: Me and My Husband - Din Djarin, New York or Nowhere - Bodega!Joel (Ongoing)

@absurdthirst (masterlist) Personal Faves: Kinktober 2023 Oct 15th - LactationKink!Dieter, A Marriage of Convenience - Regency!PeroTovar, (they have SO many good ones)

Fave Ongoing Series

Mall Rats (Jackson-era!Joel) by @strang3lov3

Oh! Honey (Monster!Joel x Mortician!Reader) by @lincolndjarin

Hard to be Soft, Tough to be Tender (Pimp!Joel) by @iamasaddie

On the Waterfront (Chubby!Mafia!Frankie) by @beefrobeefcal

The King’s Queen (Royalty/ArrangedMarriageAU!Javi G) by @wardenparker

From Eden (PlantShopOwner!Joel x Married!F!Reader) by @5oh5

A Lover’s Pinch (Professor!Joel x Student!Reader) by @hier--soir

Into the Beat of the Night (Bi!Frankie x afab!gn!OC) by @perotovar

Fave Finished Series

A Stranger’s Heart Without a Home (Jackson-era Joel) by @morning-star-joy (This is the one that brought me to tumblr. Doni created this beautiful story and it has a very special place in my heart.)

Late Night Texts (Post-Colombia Javier Peña) by @undercoverpena

Someone’s Wife in the Boat of Someone’s Husband (Married!No-Outbreak!Joel) by @netherfeildren

Something New (SexWorker!Frankie) by @prolix-yuy

Something Wretched About This (DrugDealer!Joel) by @covetyou

Pioneer Frankie (A series of stories about Pioneer!AU!Frankie) by @frannyzooey

Trial & Error (No-Outbreak!Joel helps Tommy & reader get pregnant) by @thetriumphantpanda

Pleased to Meet You (Meeting Francisco Morales - twice) by @intheorangebedroom

Fave Characters

Husband's Best Friend Joel Miller (with Married! Reader) (HBF!Joel) by @gracieispunk

Jackson-Era Vampire! Joel Miller (A Secret Worth Keeping) by @multiversed-daydreamer

Soccer-dad No-Outbreak Joel Miller gets a racy text from an unknown number (The Right Wrong Number) by @proxima-writes

Demon! Ezra (with Witch! Reader) (In Every Lifetime) by @xdaddysprincessxx

Protective Jackson-Era Joel Miller (A Safe Haven) by @joelsgreys

THROUPLE Frankie x Joel x F!Reader (Catalyst Masterlist) by @ezrasbirdie

Sleezy Gas Station Joel *MC* Miller (Meet Me in the Back) by @atticrissfinch

Porn Star Joel Miller (with Porn Star Reader) (I Know it When I See it) by @bageldaddy

Fave Dark/DDDNE Fics (These fics aren’t being put in the corner but they do come with some very special warnings so I wanted to separate them)

Trick or Treat? (DDDNE Dark!Frankie Morales x Dark!Joel Miller x Dark!Dave York x F!Reader) by @morallyinept

Bullet For You, Darlin’ (DDDNE Dark!Raider!Joel Miller) by @kewwrites

Online Friends (Cherry Bomb) (Dom!Joel, online/phone sex) by @walkintotheriveranddisappear

Blessed Be the Fruit (Dark!DubCon! Joel Miller - Handmaid’s Tale AU) by @romana-after-dark

Red Light (Dark!Obsessive!DubCon! Landlord Joel Miller) by @kiwisbell

The Burglary (DDDNE burglar!Joel Miller x f!reader x burglar!Tommy Miller) by @milla-frenchy and @aurorawritestoescape

I don't know man.... I just know I like it

Menuet (It’s an animal/shapeshifter/monster fucking thing (Pero Tovar) that fundamentally changed who I am as a person) by @psychedelic-ink

Liquid Gold (Joel - and Tommy? - help Pregnant!Reader out when an issue arises) by @gasolinerainbowpuddles

Get a Grip (Watch Model!Joel Miller x Manicurist!Reader Hand/GloveKink!) by @bonezone44

Mother Who Provides (Mommy!Kink Joel gets breastfed) by @pedge-page

Goodbye 2023, See you all next year!!!!

[blarshwritezz]

PPHI AGAIN its yours truly the anon with the ungodly amount of typos ken i just ask like a fic wuth the spy reader x mafia boss but its just the mafia boss in denial about his feelings for the reader? and funny interactions of the reader's mom and the mafia boss (she doesn't know about the reador or the mafia boss's occupation so they just hide it by saying their co workers in a normal office job and the reader gets called a mama's bou by the oc ty again)

typos hmm.. yummy😋😋😋

🦀

How cute!

Yandere Mafia Boss x Spy Reader p3

M yan x M reader

TW - general yandere behavior

Part 1 - Part 2

"And who's this handsome young man, sweetie? Your new boyfriend?" Your mom asked, pinching his cheek. If only she knew this man was one of the most dangerous in the country.

But it was a pretty complicated question. What was he exactly? You couldn't exactly tell her he was holding you hostage. That would only worry her. But you couldn't confidently say he was your boyfriend as he might get angry. You've asked him what you were before, but his answer was vague and he quickly changed the subject.

"Well um, he's my-"

"Business partner." He cut you off. Even in front of your mother his cold and menacing aura didn't waver, but she didn't seem to mind.

"Sure. Purely business. I totally believe that." She winked and chuckled a bit, letting go of your cheek. "Well don't just stand there. You two come in, get comfortable. I'll bring in some water."

Your mother left to the kitchen, letting you two sit down. He kept an arm around you possessively, trapping you between him and the arm of the sofa.

You were actually rather shocked that he agreed to let you come here. According to him, the less people were looking for you the better. But it almost seemed like he had some other motive.

Almost.

Because he did. He had to grow close to your family and find out what they were like. Not because he wanted them to be his in-laws, of course not! Just so he knew what kind of leverage he had against you.

"Alright darlin's, here's some water!" Your mom re-entered the room, seething down three glasses of iced water. One for you, him, and herself. "Now tell me, what's going on with my baby? You never call anymore!"

"There's been an important project at work. We've hardly gotten any free time." He covered for you. It wasn't surprising how he could easily come up with these things. He was able to lie so easily.

"Oh sweetie, please tell me you've been taking care of yourself."

"Don't worry ma'am. Your son is being very well taken care of."

Did he have to sound so sexy saying that?! There was no need for him to make it sound like the two of you were shaking up. Well, you were, but your mom didn't need to know that!

"Now sweetie, why isn't this kind man your husband yet?"

"Ma!" You exclaimed at your mother's sudden question, your face turning beet red. You could have sworn you saw a small smile and a light dusting of pink over his cheeks, but he stayed composed.

That was just the beginning of the night. It was filled with laughter, joy, and your mom embarrassing you more times than you could count. You swear she was doing it on purpose!

But you really did love nights like this. Nights when you could just forget time was passing and relax. Have a good, home-cooked meal and share time with the closest people to you.

"You know," He spoke, placing a hand on your thigh as he drove the two of you home. "you're such a mama's boy."

You let out a small chuckle and looked out the window, met with darkness broken by old streetlights. "Yeah...I guess I am."

Feels like it's been too long since I've written something SFW, thank you 🦀 anon 😭

[helphowdoiusethis]

For Natm week 2024, using the Prompt "statue". Yes this is my fic, "In Marble Immortal" on ao3, It fits the Prompt is all.

Night at the Museum (Movies)

M/M

Tags

Jedediah/Octavius (Night at the Museum), Jedediah (Night at the Museum), Octavius (Night at the Museum), Natm Oc - Character, Statues, jealous Octavius, Holding Hands, Established Relationship

Summary

In a museum exchange, Jedediah and Octavius stumble across a statue garden where statues are scattered around.

When the two come across a statue all too familiar, the tiny Cowboy is quite interested in seeing the figure but not so much our small Roman General.

As is often the case with Jedediah and Octavius over their many years of adventures with Larry, Nicky and the other exhibits going to different museums, their accidental leaving the group and getting into misadventures, often had dangerous circumstances.

However when the whole museum had been on temporary exchange with some exhibits from a museum in Rome, Jedediah and Octavius were excited to explore and spent most nights doing so.

So when the miniature couple had wandered upon a garden indoors, the two jumped at the moment to explore new fauna and flora. Despite their initial joy when the two had seen marble bases housing beautiful/handsome Roman statues.

"These are Roman, Amica mea!" Octavius was quick to grab Jed's arm, shaking it slightly with excitement, eyes brimming with sheer joy.

"Darlin' we're in Rome, o' course their Roman." The Cowboy laughed slightly at his Roman's antics, eyes wandering over each of the statues stopping on one oddly familiar marble figure and cheeks reddening slightly.

The Roman general looked at Jedediah's face, eyes narrowing slightly as Octavius' eyes followed where Jedediah's were trained. Octavius' eyes narrowed further, brows knit together and he trained on the statue far across the way.

The statue stood with familiar a way of command, eerily similar to the smaller Roman General but vastly different in the face. Certain features held better within marble that the small features created 58 years ago within plastic.

Octavius felt jealousy flare up in him, Jedediah was blushing a bright red over a bigger version of the smaller Roman at his side.

"Jedediah we should go back," Octavius said moving in front of the small Cowboy, gently shaking him by the shoulder.

"Why? It's an adventure Sugar! We should go see 'em," Jedediah stared down at Octavius, swiftly shaking his blush away before moving around the Roman and towards the statues, one in particular.

Octavius followed after him, anger raising levels as he saw the marbleized statue of Octavius kneel down staring at the Cowboy.

"bene non prodigiosum," the statue muttered, clear as day due to the pair's miniature stature. The statue gently nudged the tiny Cowboy with one of his fingers.

"Hey now! Careful on the touching! 'Tavius, what's he saying?" Jedediah backed away from the figure, turning towards the smaller Roman who purposely stood far back from the Cowboy.

"He called you bizarre Jedediah," Octavius rolled his eyes, body language standoffish and uncomfortable.

"I didn't know, That's why I asked you," if Jedediah saw Octavius' stance he did nothing to remedy the situation. He turned back to the statue, who was muttering under his breath.

"an parvus barbarus et parvus dux Romanus? quam mirum.." Jedediah blinked and Octavius' eyes flashed with anger.

"'a tiny barbarian and a small Roman general? how strange..'? I am General Gaius Octavius! Jedediah, we should go back," Octavius' face flickered with different emotions, anger, jealousy and upset mixed in with other emotions, his stature shifted; tension rising throughout his body and his grasped his tassels sat at the end of the rope holding his cape on.

"'Tavius? You alrigh'? You're bein' as mad as a march hare?" Jed walked over to Octavius, placing a hand on the Roman's arm, however, was fast to remove it when Octavius stared daggers towards him. "Alrigh' let's go 'Tavius," Jedediah held out his hand ignoring the giant statue behind them in favour of his annoyed boyfriend.

Octavius snatched his hand back out of the Cowboy's grip, storming off while Jedediah scrambled behind him in an attempt to keep from being dragged.

"'Tavius, 'Tavius! Sweetheart, what in the blazes has you all up in arms?" Jedediah stopped himself and tugged gently at Octavius' hand, brows furrowed in confusion.

"It is nothing! Bene sum, I am fine, alright..?" Octavius sighed, stopping and letting go of Jed's hand, picking at the tassels on his cape.

"I don’t care a continental what you're saying, you're picking at those tassels hun you're all nervous. What's wrong?" Jedediah walked over, taking Oct's hands in his own, rubbing his thumb over the back of one of Octavius' hands.

Octavius said nothing.

For one beat, two beats and then three.

"Were you jealous?" There was a small level of teasing in the words but when Octavius only looked away, it clicked, "You were jealous Sugar," Jedediah dropped the hands he held to cup Octavius' hands to gently cup the Roman's cheeks and turned his face to look at him.

"I am not, there is nothing to be jealous of! It's just the way you were looking at that statue.." Octavius started before falling silent, thinking over his words trying to look away.

"You were jealous that I liked the look of a statue that looked like yeh? Octy, October, Sugar I like you, not some giant that sorta looks like you. I love you and only you," Jedediah said, making Octavius' eyes focus on him and cheeks redden slightly, "You know I ain't the type to wax any poetics to yah but I will if you don't believe anything I'm saying, y'hear?"

Octavius could only nod and as soon as the motion stopped Jed pressed a gentle kiss to Octavius lips and his cheek; blushing slightly, before letting his face go and gently took his hand gently.

"I don't need a statue anyhow, you might as well be marble with how handsome you look." Jedediah shrugged blushing more, before walking off with a blushing Octavius in toe.

"'Diah, I think you know more about speaking compliments than you believe, Amica mea."

[pxnsneverland]

Beauty and The Boss | austin!elvis x oc (part 12) {THE END}

plot summary: Laura Jean Walker is the daughter to Louisiana’s most powerful mafia boss, but to her, he’s just her jail warden. When she sneaks out to the Louisiana Hayride with her friend she sees Elvis Presley perform and instantly knows something is special about this boy. Especially when he saves her from being assaulted by a townie. She thinks she’s on cloud 9 until she gets kidnapped in the middle of the night by the Memphis Mafia led by Elvis himself. Will Laura Jean try to free herself or will something hold her back from finding her way home?

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11

pairings: austin!elvis x oc

word count: 1257

warnings/notes: Gun Violence

Chapter 12

Everyone became quiet after the gunshot. No one moved as though their feet were firmly planted on the ground. I looked into my father's lifeless eyes. They were as vacant as they had been when he had been alive. I was expecting to feel some shame or guilt. I felt nothing but relief because I was no longer bothered by an issue. My gaze slowly lifted to my father's guys, who were still stunned. Most of them had known me since I was a child, and I knew none of them could have predicted the conclusion of this visit. Even I couldn't have imagined it, but I'd done it, and there was no turning back now.

“If any of you boys have an issue with this turn of events, I’ve got plenty more bullets in this gun.” My voice never wavered, and I was shocked by my newfound assurance.

Nobody argued. Instead, they knelt before me, one by one, like a freshly crowned queen. And I guess that's what I was now, since the line of succession went with the most powerful and vicious. Who wouldn't think that someone who had murdered a previous boss and father wasn't the strongest? I lowered the gun with a sneer on my face. “Good.”

That's when Elvis rediscovered his voice. “You alright, darlin’?”

I returned his stare, which was filled with worry. I smiled at him, soothing him. “I’m fine. Somehow…it was always goin’ to end this way. If he had killed you, I would have eventually killed him anyway.” I believe I was fortunate in that I was faster with my draw. Because if he had shot Elvis, a part of me would have given him a lot slower death than a gunshot through the skull.

Elvis approached me and drew me into his arms. I hid my face in his shoulder, taking a deep breath and sobbing. My adrenaline was wearing off, and I felt like I had ran 10 miles. Elvis massaged my back and kissed the top of my head softly. He spoke quickly in my ear words of comfort and encouragement till I was able to stand on less unsteady legs. Even when I confronted my new mafia lackeys, he maintained his arm around me.

“Take Daddy’s body and bury it somewhere no one will ever find it. Not even me,” I ordered, “He doesn’t deserve to be buried on his land with Mama.” They moved fast, four of them effortlessly pulling Daddy off the floor. “Oh, and before you go do that…know this. The rivalry between the Presleys and the Walkers is over. We are one mafia family now and we work together.”

“And any of you who don’t like it can join Walker in his new unmarked grave,” he said. He returned his gaze to his subordinates. “That goes for y’all as well.”

Everyone agreed with a nod of their heads.

***

The next months were a flurry of joy. Elvis and I had a magnificent wedding on the grounds of Graceland, recognizing that having it at home was more meaningful than having it in Hollywood. Anne became my maid of honor after I persuaded her that Elvis wasn't the rotten offspring of Satan she imagined. Jerry was Elvis' best man, and Elvis insisted on having the Colonel escort me down the aisle. I was on the verge of tripping the old snowman with each stride, but I held my cool for Elvis. I knew he'd realize who the Colonel truly was one day, even if it wasn't today. It was a day filled with smiles, giggles, kisses, and photos that were plastered on every magazine cover the next day. I swear I could hear Elvis's fans all sobbing together the moment he said "I do."

Colonel maintained his word and landed Elvis an acting contract in Hollywood after the honeymoon in Hawaii. The Colonel practically urged Elvis to leave me at Graceland, claiming that the movie star life was too hazardous for me. Colonel caved when Elvis stayed firm and threatened to ruin his Hollywood career if I wasn't allowed to go. It was difficult to leave Graceland since it had become my home, but Elvis was my heart, and I would follow that wherever.

We'd been in Hollywood for about a month, staying in a home paid for by the studio. Elvis returned home late from filming most evenings. In the beginning, I would be with him in the studio during the day and at night. But I had a cold from being outdoors the first week, and Elvis required I go home around sunset if he was still shooting. I was almost happy at his demand for the sickness still hadn’t disappeared after a few weeks. Most days, I got a headache and felt sick. I had gone to the doctor that morning, and now I was looking in the bathroom mirror, wondering how I hadn't seen it sooner. I couldn't decide whether I should be delighted or afraid, and what would Elvis think? His film career had just begun; he didn't need this further burden, did he? He was already exhausted.

I was still lost in contemplation when I heard the bedroom door open. Elvis stepped in with his hair unkempt, his shirt undone, and traces of performance makeup on his face. “Laura Jean?”

“I’m here,” I said from the restroom. I took a big breath and tried to relax. I needed to tell him, and I needed to tell him immediately. I stepped inside the bedroom.

Elvis grinned the moment he spotted me. He approached me, placed his arms around my waist, and pressed me against his body. “How’s my mafia queen doin’?”

I chuckled lightly. “Making sure all the business Daddy had been neglecting because of his vendetta against you is settled. Seems he forgot about everything else when you bested him.”

“A mafia boss with a one track mind ain’t never gonna succeed in his game. It was only a matter of time before someone dethroned him.”

I chewed on my lower lip. “So, I went to the doctor today…”

Elvis' brow wrinkled, and the playful expression on his face faded. “What’s wrong? Is this about your stomach bein’ upset all the time?”

“A-A little…they figured out why.”

Elvis pressed his palms on my cheeks, compelling me to face him in the eyes. “Laura Jean…darlin’ tell me what’s wrong.”

Looking him in the eyes shattered me, and the tears I'd been holding back flowed down my cheeks. “I’m pregnant, Elvis.”

As Elvis maintained eye contact with me, I could see gears working in his mind. Waiting for his reply was like treading on pins for me. He brushed my tears away with his thumb before bending down and kissing me tenderly. He lingered for a few minutes on my lips before drawing back. When he did, I saw his eyes were glossy from the unshed tears. “I ain’t never thought I could be more happy than I already was. I was sure I didn’t deserve anymore happiness after all that had been given to me. Now, I feel like I’m gonna burst into sunshine or somethin’. I love you so much.” He put his palm on my stomach, which had not yet started to reveal what was going on inside of me. “Both of you.” 

Wrapping my arms around Elvis' neck, I finally allowed myself to feel thrilled about my pregnancy. “We love you too.” He clutched me hard, his face buried in my hair.

THE END

[jade-green-butterfly]

Wow...I cannot believe we're into September already!😮This year is going swiftly (it seems to as you get older, lolz) X'3 And now, Autumn is here!🍂🍁But do you know what that means, folks?😁...IT'S MY BIRTHDAY MONTH, WOO-HOOO~!! =^0^=✨🎊🎁🎂🎈🎉✨

Another year older on 24th September, but still feel young at heart~💓✌I will also make my wish list of what I would like for my birthday, this year~📝😊I am always truly grateful and very appreciate of all gift arts I receive, so you dears are always more than welcome to make me something, if you'd like to~💝😇 And here is what I have in mind: (It's not much, but all bring me great joy~💖) ~DreamWorks Trolls~ 💚 Coossy (Cooper x Jussy, my Trollsona) 💚 Happy Moments With Jussy, Her Son - Toby & All The Funk Fam 💚 SynKaa (Synth x Kaa/Kanye) 💚 Teolly (Holly Darlin' x Lil' Ted, my Country Troll OC) ~Poppy Playtime~ 💚 PJ Pug-a-Pillar x Jussy, Myself ~Bluey~ 💚 Jadisker a.k.a 'Sweet Song' (Busker x Jadie, my Blueysona) Do check out my blog and reblogs for references, and thank-you kindly to all for checking out my birthday month post and being such wonderful darlings~!💘😘🫂 I am also working on a special Jadisker piece, followed by a Coossy wedding kiss piece - both inspired by the beautiful 'Happy Marriage Song' from Sailor Moon Cosmos OST~💗✨=^.^= So stay tuned for those as well!🫶😚💕xoxo.

[tophsazulas]

Summer Storm!!!

Tagging: @tht70sblog @that90sshowgoldencouple and @disneymbti

[softredrobin]

"you and me, for old times sake?"

(F!Darlin' OC)

The lovely @zozo-01 and I have been scheming away in our DMs to bring you the lovers to enemies masquerade slow dance of your dreams! and by dreams, I maybe mean nightmares?

We're all very excited for whatever the Monarchal Summit is, so until it's actually here it's time to fantasize about the Quinn + Darlin' slow dance at a masquerade ball - because there's nothing quite as intense for a plot than a slow dance with your enemy.

No-masks version and maybe some rambles under the cut!

Not gonna lie to y'all, pretty much the only reason there's a no-masks version is that my Darlin's defining feature is definitely the scar over the bridge of their nose, and their mask covers it up.

Some rambles, because I can:

I originally thought about putting Darlin' in blue -- I normally associate Darlin with red as a character, but I associate the Shaw pack with blues, mostly navy and steel blue. Our lovely Zo proposed purple as the perfect compromise.

Y'all know I'm a slut for symbolism, and this art is no exception. Let's talk about the feature point of a masquerade: the masks.

Darlin wears a relatively simple but elegant mask that, when combined with their bangs, covers a decent portion of their face, including the aforementioned scar. It's not easy to tell from the angle, but the mask is wider than most and travels further down the nose than most. Despite covering more of the face, this mask displays what Darlin' is - a wolf shifter, in a room full of vampires. While Darlin' might hide behind being the Big Bad Wolf, my Darlin', in particular, considers their wolf to be a deep, intrinsic part of themselves, more so than any other trait they can be assigned. They're all wolf, all the way down, and being a wolf is when they feel truly free to be themselves. Here, with so much bare skin and scars bared, out of their comfort zone, Darlin' finds comfort in knowing who and what they are.

Quinn, on the other hand, is wearing thornless gold roses. Gold roses mean, technically, true friendship and joy. Things Quinn might have been to Darlin', at one point, but for the most part things that can be ascribed to his manipulation of others. He's dressed opulently, he draws attention. And he might look pretty, but he definitely isn't thornless, and he certainly doesn't bring true friendship and joy to anyone other than himself. Perfectly put together, Quinn here is the picture of an antagonist obsessed with himself. He hides in the image he wants others to see, not noticing the irony in what he's showing to those who already know who he really is. He's overconfident, enough to ask Darlin' to dance at a Solaire event, and everyone knows overconfidence breeds mistakes.

Anyway if you got this far, thanks for reading! You know there was almost an expertly positioned moon in this drawing. I took it out though, because it didn't fit the setting, but it looked cool for a hot sec while it was there. Just a fun fact for reading this far. Also, they're totally dancing to Danse Macabre, William would absolutely have it played, it's French and he seems like the type to find it amusing.

[hdawg1995]

One Two Three, Heel Toe Heel Toe

After being taught how to dance by Nero, Haellen gets the idea to teach him a dance as well! she just has to learn it first...

WoL oc belongs to @haelleno

"Its easy!" she says, joyful cheer ever present in her voice. "Just follow my feet!"

the miq'ote woman took a few paces from the hyur before setting her fists on her hips and placing her feet in front of each other. She kicked her right foot to the side slowly before bring the toe down to tap on the floor. it rose up again before kicking forward to hit the same spot her her heel and the brought around to tap her toe behind her left foot.

"Thats the first bit!" she explains. "Now you do the same thing with the other foot!"

"The other foot." the hyur mutters looking down at her feet. "right then."

the first half of the motion is fine, but she ends up kicking her on leg trying to move her right left behind her left.

"You did it!" The miq'ote cheered, fluffy tail wagging with joy. "Lets see it a few more times!"

"M'ixie I don't think your understand of success and mine are the same." The hyur rubs at her leg.

"Not with that attitude Haellen!" M'ixie strode up and patted the taller woman on her shoulder. "If the warrior of light can save the world, she can learn a step dance for her darlin'!"

Haellen blushed at M'ixie's term of endearment for Nero. The pirate may not know who he is but that hasn't stopped her from poking and prodding. or, more accurately, *fishing* for a reaction out of her. She mentally thanks her friend for not asking too many questions, especially not after Y'sthola's reaction.

"Yeah! Just like that! That'll be his face when he sees you steppin' like a true blue sailor!" the miq'ote scampered off back to her spot and assumed the starting position. "Alri'ht! Lets get back to it! Once you stop kickin' yourself, I'll speed it up!"

It would be many. Many. sessions before the hyur was able to move her feet without bruising her lower legs. All the while the pirate would pepper praise and threaten self admonishment with a fish to the face- not that Haellen took the threats seriously. M'ixie would sooner use her friend as bait than waste a perfectly good wavekin, and even then the threat was hallow enough to ring like a bell.

Never the less, Haellen grew confident with the step dance, getting a rhythm going and being able to keep it going even on a rocking ship. for some reason M'ixie had insisted on their last session be held on her water bound home, The Untamed. currently, the vessel rested at the docks near the fishing guild. Haellen didn't think too much of it, but when the sun rose high and the miq'ote scrambled up the main mast she quirked a brow up at her.

"Alri'ht!" she called from the mast down to the deck. "I'll send the signal and get your darlin''s attention!"

"What?" the hyur gapped up at the miq'ote. "M'ixie you don't even know who he is- what do you mean by "signal"? M'ixie!"

with a tug on a rope and a jump The Untamed's sails billowed open, her captain swinging down to the deck to secure the rope. Looking at the sails the hyur's jaw dropped and cheeked grew with warmth.

"How- Where-"

"Sig the omnicrafter's work!"

The ship's normally white sails had been replaced with a minimalistic image of Haellen winking and blowing a kiss out to all of limsa. The Hyur had half a mind to strangle the cur of a friend, but as she turned to give the shorter a piece of her mind a speck of blonde hair caught her eye. Off in the middle distance where a crowd was forming to ogle the sails it stood among the sea of people. Eventually it moved and Haellen watched it until it got close enough that she could be certain of who it was.

She whirled around and stared at the pirate.

"awe struck are you? Thats fair, I didn't think Sig would get it done this fast! I almost had to ask-"

"How did you know who he was?"

M'ixie's normally very active tail stilled and her hands fiddled with her gloves. Haellen knew her well enough to know when a lie was coming.

"The truth, Ixie." she sighed. The tail started moving again and she looked down at her boots.

"Thancred found out from Y'sthola and he told me when i asked if he knew how to find out..."

Haellen pinched the bridge of her nose. The Fisher of Light being friends with Thancred Waters should have been a warning sign.

"So you found out he was coming to limsa?" She looked back at the Miq'ote and eyed the tail.

"I tried and failed to sell him fish." she says. "And he kinda pissed me off so I uhh..."

"She used that blasted Ironworks rod of her's to toss me into the water."

Haellen whipped around so fast her glasses almost flung off. Nero was walking onto the deck, annoyance in his gaze before it softened at meeting her eyes.

"Said if I wanted to avoid being bait for leviathan I best get my arse to Limsa on the 10th." he leaned against The Untamed's railing. "I hadn't a clue she would pull this stunt."

"Me neither." she shot daggers at the pirate who simply waved at her.

"Well, you're here!" she called as she backed towards the stern. "Haellen wants to show you something, so i'll leave you to it!" and then like the cats she emulates, hse tumbled over the railing, landing on her feet. The next Haellen saw her she was running into the fisher's guild.

gulls cried and water lapped lazily against the hull of the ship. Haellen eventually hooked her arm though Nero's, tugging him to the center of the deck. He asked what was happening, only to be silenced by a rapid step dance. he watched her feet move and a smirk grew on his face. eventually he lined up his movements with hers, getting into synch with her as the two stepped to a silent song only they knew.

[thechaosmuses]

Alrighty here are the new OC's I've made recently listed by fandom like the canon ones- Just a fair warning that this is gonna be a pretty long post because I've included an introduction thing for each muse. Another warning is that some of the content in the introductions might be triggering, things like drugs, death, alcohol, blood, etc- typical things you see in the shows, but I just wanted to give everyone a heads up. Also, some of the people mentioned, ones that aren't canon or mine, are my darlin's (@chaos-awakens) OC's-

TVDU:

Carter William Forbes- he/him, 36, bisexual (female leaning). Carter was the first born of the Forbes’ kids and after his parents divorce he stepped up as man of the household. For the majority of his upbringing he was a good kid, got good grades, was a good athlete and was a perfect gentleman. When he got a little older though he started rebelling a bit, and though he was responsible while at home for his Mother and sisters the blonde was getting drunk and high with his friends when he wasn’t. After a pregnancy scare with his girlfriend when he was 18 and being told he had to repeat his senior year in order to graduate he took that as a sign and stopped drinking and smoking, cleaning up his act. Growing up he had always looked up to his Mother and so he applied for the Deputy Training Program and with a good word from his Mom managed to get in and not screw it up. He was in the program when vampires made their way back to Mystic Falls and unlike the rest of his classmates and teachers wasn’t buying the whole “animal attacks” thing. Eventually after a little while of it happening over and over again, he started investigating things on his own. It was during this time that he found out that both of his sisters were vampires, as well as many others in Mystic Falls. And there weren’t just vampires, there were werewolves, witches, hybrids and doppelgangers too. It took the blonde a little while to come to terms with everything but eventually he managed and Jeremy, Alaric and Matt taught him how to fight vampires and other supernaturals in case he ever encountered one. A few days after their Mom passed away Carter was asked to take her place as Sheriff, something that after careful consideration (and encouragement from his sisters) he decided to do. Carter is still human, though he has though about and been offered being turned it’s just not something he’s sure of right now.

Lorella Diane St. John- she/her, 146, pansexual. Enzo and Ella never knew who their parents were, and quite frankly neither of them wanted to know. The twins had been orphaned when they were still very young, and by the time they were four they were being forced to work and by the time they were in their teens they were living on the streets. Neither of them were sure how they managed to survive but they had. At least up until 1903 when Enzo caught consumption and though he had told his sister a hundred and one times to leave, she refused, telling him they were born together, and they hadn’t been separated since and so they would die together too. They had tried to catch a boat to New York where they hoped they could get help but they wouldn’t let either of them on as Enzo was already ill and Ella had been exposed. Their saving grace came in the form of one Lily Salvatore who managed to get them onto the boat and mere hours afterwards not only did Enzo start to decline, Ella had started to become sick too. After finding out the Doctor was a fraud and there was no cure, the vampire offered her blood to them and after exchanging a look they decided to do it. They woke up a few hours later as new vampires, the ship docked in New York but Lily and her heretics were nowhere to be found. The two spent the next few decades going from city to city, for once able to enjoy their lives. However that joy was cut short when they found themselves at Whitmore and before long in the arms of Augustine. That was where they would spend the next few decades, it was mostly just them for a while until more vampires were brought in. Slowly but surely the six of them all became close, an unbreakable bond forming over shared traumas amongst other things. Ella is a lot like her brother, so much so that Damon liked to say that Ella is just the female version of Enzo. They do however have differences, one being that it is much harder to earn Ella’s trust than Enzo’s.

Jensen Graham Gilbert- he/him, 57, bisexual (female leaning). Jensen was a surprise child that came only a year after John had been born. Their parents had only planned to have two kids maximum, but had ended up having four. Though in their eyes they really still only had two as they always seemed to forget about Jensen and Easton. The lack of attention from their parents led the boys down different paths, Easton chose to do anything and everything he could to get their attention and Jensen couldn’t have cared less. He started skipping school to hangout with his friends to drink and/or smoke, sneaking out late to go to parties or hook up with people. He eventually wised up a little bit at 16 and got a job so he could start saving money to move out at 18 and he’d managed to do just that, a few weeks after his birthday he bought a camper and hit the road, never looking back. He came home every so often for holidays, birthdays and when babies were born but other than that he kept his distance from his family. Instead he spent his time going to different places he could drive to, learning about not only the place but more about supernatural creatures. Like his youngest brother Jensen had never hated vampires, instead he was intrigued by them and what else might be out there. He was in California researching a town there when he got the call that Grayson and Miranda had died and though he wasn’t the biggest family man he packed up and headed for Mystic Falls once again. He decided to stick around for a little bit afterwards as he knew Jenna had her hands full with the three teenagers and though Jesse was a big help Jensen knew the young man needed time to grieve and so did Jenna. He also saw all the signs with Jeremy long before anyone else did and though he never lectured his nephew about it, knowing that would do more harm than good, he kept a close eye on him and who he was around.

Easton Reed Gilbert- he/they, 55, pansexual. Easton was the youngest of the four Gilbert brothers, Grayson being the oldest. Though he was the baby of the family, their parents had always put Grayson on a pedestal and John on another, leaving no room for either of the other two boys. While this led Jensen to act out, it made Easton work twice as hard and though he had no intentions of becoming a Doctor like his older brother, he set out to get a Doctorate degree in something. And by the age of 22 years old he had managed to do just that, earning a Doctorate in Psychology and by the age of 25 he earned his Doctorate in Criminal Justice. Both of these things as well as the way the youngest Gilbert’s mind worked and other accomplishments of his put him on the FBI’s radar and after he graduated they offered him a job at which he still works today. It requires him to travel a lot, but anytime he can he makes time to come home and visit his niece and nephews, especially since his brother and sister in law’s death. Like his other brothers he was told about vampires but unlike the older two he didn’t believe that all vampires were evil. Maybe it was just because the youngest Gilbert had always managed to see the good in everyone, even his high school bullies or maybe it was just because he’d always had a compassion and understanding for what people went through that made them the way they are. Where other people saw a villain, Easton saw someone who was misunderstood. Though he will admit he’s seen true evil a few times, both human and supernatural. When Easton came into town and met the Salvatore’s he could tell they were hiding a secret and it didn’t take the Gilbert man long to figure out what it was though he kept it to himself. Well, mostly to himself, because while he may be a patient and caring man, he is also incredibly protective of his family so he made sure to warn the Salvatore vampires of just that.

Jesse “JJ” Jonathan Gilbert- he/him, 35, pansexual. Jesse was only four when Miranda and Grayson adopted Elena and Elias and though he’d been an only child until then the little boy quickly became a big brother for the twins, and when Jeremy came along a few years later it took him no time to adjust to now having three siblings. His parents used to joke that he was meant to have siblings, even though they’d planned to only have one. Jesse wasn’t the most popular guy in school by any means but he was decently so from being part of the Founding Families, running track and playing basketball. Though he did two athletic things in high school, those weren’t really his passions. His first always was taking care of people, something he’s done since he was little and continues to do today. And the second being that he loves music and so any instrument he could get his hands on he’d learn to play, his favorites being the guitar, piano and drums. The older Gilbert did fantastic in school, rarely getting anything below an A in any class. After he graduated top of his class he headed for college at Whitmore, and to no surprise started working on becoming a Doctor like his Father. He was studying for his finals the night that his parents died in the car accident. He’d gotten the call from Sheriff Forbes who he’d known his whole life, both of them getting choked up over the phone before he hung up to rush back to Mystic Falls for his siblings. After that he dropped out of Whitmore and moved back home to help take care of his siblings. Of course he never thought any of what happened next would happen but he never once left their sides. Though there was a point he almost had, when he died, not once but twice. The first time was the most notable, as it was what made him a vampire. He’s still the same protective, caring older brother as before though vampirism brought out a certain confidence deep within himself, which in turn made him more outgoing and flirty.

Zariyah Dove Parker- she/her, 49, bisexual. Zeph hadn’t been the only baby placed on the doorstep of the Parker’s, his twin sister, Zariyah, was also with him. The small baby girl was wrapped in a purple blanket instead of yellow like her brother’s, though both had their names on them. Just like her brother and Kai, Zari started to show signs of being a siphon at age 4 and thus ended up in the same room as the two boys for most of her upbringing. Now, the isolation took them all down different paths. Kai lashed out, Zeph shut in on himself and Zari, well Zari was a combination of both of them. But she’d also started to rebel more, sneaking out of the house when she could, stealing liquor from the cabinet and started hanging out with the stoner kids at school rather than going to classes, and another great distraction she had found was sex, mostly with a fwb she had. Of course the Parker’s never caught on, blissfully unaware that the teen was sneaking out constantly. She had actually been gone at the time that Kai had killed most of his siblings, only making it back to the house when he had gone looking for Luke and Liv. Before the then 21 year old could really figure out what was going on, Kai had put her in the locked room with Zephyr. And when her twin had overheard Joshua’s plan to trap his eldest son, Zari had told him she wanted to help. But being the protective brother he had been for most of their lives, he had made sure she stayed home where it was safe. Of course the older twin hadn’t realized he would get trapped with Kai, and when the coven returned from the woods without her two favorite people, Zari wasted no time in packing her bags and leaving that night, taking the ascendant with her to try and figure out how to get the only family she’d ever known back. It was a few months later that she had thought she figured out, only to find herself trapped in the Prison World along with them.

Kennedy Taylor Parker- she/her, 45, pansexual. Kennedy was born after Kai and Jo and just two years after her brother had started to show signs of being a siphon like him. It was after that their parents moved them into a room together along with Zephyr. The three of them of course became very close, practically inseparable. As well as being close with them she was also very close to her younger cousin, Maia. And the four of them stayed close up until everything happened. Seeing her older brother who she looked up to more than anyone upset set the younger siphon witch off and she’d agreed to help Kai and by help she went further than anyone else had gone for him. Because of this their Father created prison worlds for them both and mere minutes after Kai and Zephyr had gone, Kennedy was too. It was a few weeks later that Maia had shown up and the Parker girl couldn’t have been more grateful to see her. The two of them spent the next 18 years together before Bonnie had accidentally brought them to the Kai’s prison world. It was there that they not only reunited with Kai and Zeph but also met Bonnie, Damon and Jesse. Kennedy wasn’t a fan, of any of them really though of course on drunken nights with her cousin they’d often question each other on which one they would pick if they had to, Kennedy always choosing Damon and Maia choosing Jesse. Whenever they finally got out of the prison world, Kennedy stuck with her family and has since. Which is how she’d ended up as a heretic, going along with her brother’s plan without question. Now, she’s a lot like Kai but has her moments where she can be a real sweetheart though those are often reserved for people she cares about. She’s not completely introverted but prefers staying home rather than going out. She plays the guitar and loves to draw as those were non-magical things she could do. She also knows of the Mikaelson’s, and is intrigued but only knows what she’s read in various grimoires.

Myles Zane Parker- he/him, 26, pansexual. Myles was born after Maci and being the complete middle child was overlooked quite often, especially with Maia being born a siphon. The only person who really did pay attention to him was his older brother and while he loved him, the younger boy wasn’t fond of the way Micah treated their sisters, especially Maia. The blonde put on an act when their brother was around, afraid that if he said anything he’d upset his brother more but when Micah wasn’t around he was a completely different person. He was sweet, caring and would do whatever his older and little sisters asked of him and he would be lying if he said he hadn’t catered to Maia the most. He knew it had been against their parents' rules for her to touch him but sometimes late at night when no one was awake he would let her crawl into his bed and hold her for a few hours before everyone woke up, or let her hold his hand or hug him when she needed. He’d also let her siphon from him sometimes when they’d go outside at night, showing and teaching her small spells and cute things, like conjuring butterflies and fireworks in the palm of her hand. He had been devastated when his parents sent her to the prison world purely because their cousin Kai had lashed out. Of course that was something he had to keep hidden from the rest of his family, and the middle Parker boy spent many nights sobbing silently in his bed hoping his baby sister was okay. It was a few months later that he decided to move out of his family home and decide to travel the world. He wrote letters home, mostly to Micah but he also wrote letters to Maia, he never sent them anywhere, just kept them in a box that he kept with him. He was halfway across the world when his brother had informed him that Kai, Maia and Zephyr had gotten out of the prison world and were in Mystic Falls and Myles immediately got the next flight to Virginia to go find his sister.

Mariana Joy Parker- she/her, 23, bisexual. Mari was a pretty quiet kid growing up, at least until she was a teenager she kept to herself mostly. The only people she really talked to were her sisters and Myles, steering clear of Micah whenever she could. She did decently in school and with learning magic though she had her troubles with both. When she became old enough and started figuring out things that were going on in her house, like how Maia was treated differently by their parents and Micah, she also found out about the merge. Because she had been so quiet for most of her life, her parents rarely paid attention to her and the younger Parker girl used to resent that but as she got older it started becoming something she loved rather than hated, especially since it meant that she could get away with most things. Because she was so quiet no one ever really knew she was around and would just talk like she wasn’t. That was how she found out about their parents' plan to put Maia in a prison world. Mari had never really been super close with any of her siblings, but if you ever asked the younger Parker to pick she’d say Maia and Myles were her favorites as the older two had always been in their own worlds, especially Micah. Of course she immediately went and found her brother to tell him but unfortunately for both of them they had been unable to stop their parents from sending their sister away purely because she happened to be a siphon like Kai. Mari had never thought siphons to be bad and though she didn’t know much about them aside from the evil things her parents and other relatives spewed she sought to learn. So after Maia was sent away and Myles had left home, Mari left too to seek out information about siphons so that when she got her sister home, she could help her. It would be 18 years later when she would get the call from Myles that everyone was free, including Maia and that was all Mari needed to hear before she was on her way.

Holden Atlas Salvatore- he/him, 183, bisexual. Holden was born only two years after the twins, Benjamin and Braeden, and because of that had always remained close with them and when they left after turning, he begged them to take him with them. Luckily for him his older siblings agreed, turned him and the three of them left, never looking back. After a few decades together Holden separated from his brother and sister and went out on his own, finding his way to Chicago. It was there that he heard a name he hadn’t in a very long time, Stefan Salvatore. Of course his little brother looked a lot different than the little boy he had been when Holden left but he would’ve known him anywhere. At first the older Salvatore tried to keep his distance, afraid his brother would be mad at him for abandoning him and their other siblings so long ago and never coming back. He knew he would have questions, questions that Holden wasn’t sure if he had or was ready to give the answers to. However all of that went out the window when he realized his brother was the famed Ripper of Monterey, and had his humanity off. Stefan did remember him however any grievances or questions he had were the furthest thing from his mind. Holden and him ended up spending a lot of time together, not really as brothers but more so as friends, and whenever Klaus and Rebekah showed up and joined in, it only made things more chaotic. And while Stefan found himself in Rebekah’s bed, Holden found himself in the older Original’s. Of course all of that had been lost to him when Klaus took his and his brother's memory. The compulsion had even taken the memory of the two of them reuniting, something that didn’t happen again until Holden, Braeden and Benjamin all found themselves back in Mystic Falls decades later. While a lot of people like to compare Holden to Damon both in personality and looks, the two of them couldn’t disagree more though they are very similar, they do still have their differences.

SPN:

Lucilla Marie Nightstar- she/her, extremely old, pansexual. Before the Angel Twins, there were the Archangel Twins, Lucifer and Lucilla. Lucifer was “The Morning Star”, their Father’s bright white golden boy, his favorite, the one he’d entrusted with The Mark. Lucilla was “The Night Star”, their Father’s pitch black disgrace, his most hated, and the one he’d never thought was good enough. God had never intended to make twin angels, either time, but especially not when creating his precious archangels. Lucilla had been a mistake, a bit of darkness that had slipped in while Amara was still around. He’d thought that because Lucilla had black wings that she was the one he needed to worry about. But the archangel was the opposite of her brother in most ways, where he had a hatred for humans, she didn’t. Where he only pretended to care to manipulate people, she truly cared for others. Though she never cared about anyone more than her brother. So when God was sending Lucifer to The Cage, she fought back. Her archangel siblings helping him were able to overpower her just long enough to get Lucifer in but after was a whole other story. She left all of them in Heaven barely alive and made her way to Hell where Lucifer was. She wasn’t able to get him out of The Cage then but she was able to build Hell alongside him and make moves to eventually get him out. And while everything that happened changed her, made her heart a little darker, she was still the same caring, misunderstood archangel underneath it all. The Winchesters were able to eventually make Lucilla see how terrible of a person her brother was and that made the archangel want to change her ways. So, after helping them take down her brother, something that while she knew was necessary still left a hole in her heart, though her brother's son, Jack, helped fill that hole. The archangel saw a lot of herself in the young nephilim and so she stayed with the Winchesters to help raise him.

TW:

Dawson Cole Reynolds- he/him, 23, bisexual. Dawson was adopted when he was three by his Mother’s older brother after she started struggling with her addiction again after Dawson’s father left. After that his mother went to prison for attempted murder and burglary and he didn’t ever see her again. When the Dread Doctors came for Theo and Callum the older boys managed to convince them to take the youngest boy with them. A few years passed where they didn’t do any experiments on Dawson but eventually the day came where they did. He was only 10 at the time and the other boys were just young teenagers though they did their best to save Dawson from going through what they had. They’d failed to do so but luckily the youngest boy managed to survive and become another successful chimera though he was still viewed as a failure by the Dread Doctors. Dawson was a were-fox, half wolf, half fox and like Theo could transform into a full wolf though Dawson looked more fox-like with reddish brown fur and pointier ears. The youngest of the three boys is a lot like the older two in most ways though he’s a lot more introverted than them. Whenever they came back to Beacon Hills and were trying to make their way into the McCall pack Dawson mostly stayed to himself and kept quiet. He’d spent the majority of his life with the Dread Doctors, and what little he could remember of his life before that wasn’t much better. He had Theo and Callum of course, and he slowly but surely started to warm up to the McCall pack but the chimera’s best friend came in the form of a girl his age that happened to be a werewolf. He met her out in the woods behind the school one day where he was taking a walk on his free period. She introduced him to weed which helped ease his anxiety a lot and when Callum and Theo went to Hell she was the reason he made it through.

Callum Tate Raeken- he/him, 25, pansexual. Callum was only seven when the Dread Doctors showed up. He doesn’t really talk about that night, and honestly he doesn’t really remember much of it. The things he does remember haunt him in his nightmares, which is why he prefers not to talk or think about it. He also rarely talks about his life before they came, and especially not his twin sister that was stolen from him so he could have her heart. The Dread Doctors, the people he was forced to stay with for the next near decade, took her heart, along with his older sister’s to turn him and his brother into their first successful chimeras. Theo was the first, a werewolf/coyote, something that the older Raeken likes to rub in his brother’s face when they’re arguing. That he was the first at least, because while Theo was merely wolf and coyote, his baby brother was wolf and lion. Because of that, even though Theo was their first success, they catered more to Cal, thinking of him as a step much closer to The Beast they were trying to bring back. And they had been close with him, much closer than they had ever come at least until Mason. Before everything, Callum had been a lot like Mason and in some ways he remains that way, deep down at least. However the younger Raeken is also incredibly similar to his older brother. Which is probably mostly because they spent so much time together though they do have their differences, especially morally. While Cal believed they had to do what they had to to survive, he thinks Theo took things way too far with the McCall pack. It’s partially for that reason that the Skin Walkers had only sent Theo to his own personal Hell. But Cal went anyway, even though he was upset with him, seeing the fear in his brother's eyes and hearing his cries for help, he couldn’t stop himself from trying, and neither could anyone else. So, they went together and they managed to survive that together too before Liam got them out.

CT:

Damian James Taylor- he/him, 40, bisexual. Damian was born when his parents were still teenagers and while his Father wanted to keep him, his Mother wanted nothing to do with him. So, after she gave birth to the little blonde hair, green eyed boy she signed all rights over to his Dad and went on with her life, even moving a few towns over. At the time his Father still lived with his parents but eventually they moved into a one bedroom apartment together. They didn’t have much, and between his Father working full time and doing online college to get a better job he didn’t spend much time with him. By the time Damian was 13 they were a little better off, living in a two bedroom house in Atlanta where his Father had gotten a good job. He still rarely saw him though and that caused the green eyed teenager to start acting out. He was constantly getting in fights in school and outside of it, stealing from the mall and other places, started smoking weed and got older friends to buy alcohol for him so he could drink, and he’d have parties when his Dad went on business trips. Around the time he was 16 he got alcohol poisoning after one of those parties and almost died. He woke up the next day in the hospital, his Dad holding his hand while fast asleep in a chair beside his bed. It was then that not only did Damian decide to turn his life around that his Dad decided to cut back a bit on his hours and spend more time with his son. After getting his life together he managed to graduate and went to college. He kept his major undecided for a little while until he had taken a criminal justice class on a whim and learned what a Private Investigator was. So, after a few years of working his ass off that’s what he became. He's not totally an extrovert but he’s not completely introverted either, pretty big flirt, and still a troublemaker after all these years, sarcastic at times. He has a lot of trust issues but once he trusts you he’s very loyal and protective.

911 Muses:

Evelyn June Buckley- she/her, 26, pansexual. When Buck decided to move to California it was no surprise that his twin sister followed him. Born just eight minutes after him they had always been very close as well as very similar. And after moving they both applied to the LAFD and somehow managed to end up with and keep jobs there. Of course no one really warned either of them of the trauma that came with being a firefighter. Buck was the first one to lose someone on the job, the nightmares he had waking Eve up in the other room for weeks. And just when things had started to settle down, Eve herself had lost someone on the job. A woman in a car accident, trapped in the driver side of her car after some drunk idiot had slammed into it. She held her hand the entire time Chimney was trying to cut her out of the vehicle but unfortunately by time he managed she’d slipped through Eve’s fingers. Buck had miraculously been off that night but Athena had texted him the second they’d left the scene that Eve needed him. After that Bobby rarely let them work separate shifts and if for some reason they did they both knew, as well as everyone at the station, that the other was a simple call or text away if anything happened. As far as outside of work, or mostly, Eve was just as “slutty” as her brother though was a little more subtle about it on the job, at least most days. She also started smoking after hooking up with a girl who had informed her it was legal in the state. She preferred it over drinking, but it was still tied with sex. Around the same time that Buck started talking to Abby, who Eve hated from the start, Hazel had just transferred to the 118. Though the two only had a friends with benefits relationship Eve had slowly started to fall for the other girl until she got her heart broken when Hazel showed up with a boyfriend after visiting home for a few weeks. After that Eve went back to her old ways, but slightly more tame than before.

Hazel Jayne Walker- she/her, 25, pansexual (female leaning). Hazel had a relatively normal upbringing, her parents weren’t too strict but they weren’t too lenient either. They let Hazel and her other siblings, of which there were five, do what they wanted within reason. Hazel wasn’t the youngest, but she was second to youngest and the only little girl her parents had. Now, of course her Mother loved her but she had always catered more to the boys as she had grown up with all brothers. Hazel’s Dad however grew up with a single Mom and two sisters so he catered to his only little girl the most. And Hazel had been a Daddy’s Girl from the second she was born and even as she got older that never changed. Her Dad had been a firefighter since he’d graduated high school and not long after Hazel turned five he became the Captain and though he said there were hard days, there were also a lot of good ones and he never once regretted his job. A few days after her 16th birthday and after getting accepted into the pre-fireman program at her high school, which both her and her Dad were thrilled about, her Dad had died on the job. Hazel had never felt so broken in her life and after the funeral she wanted nothing more than to give up but she knew that’s not what her Dad would’ve wanted. She knew that even though he had died, he wouldn’t want her to give up on her dream. She also knew that he’d never once regretted his job and always used to say that if he died while doing it, that at least he knew he died a hero’s death and would die giving his life to save someone else’s. Which had been exactly what he’d done, the Mother and the five year old little girl he’d saved showing up at his funeral to personally thank his family. So, Hazel put herself back together, piece by piece and became the top firefighter in her class before graduating and then at her Dad’s old fire station before she moved to Los Angeles after her Mom’s passing when she was 22.

Izaiah Edison Hendrix- he/him, 29, bisexual. It was no secret that Izaiah and Isaak had always been close and being twins whose parents were barely ever around they only got closer. The twins were five when their parents had decided to adopt Isabella and though he was still a child at the time Izaiah could never understand why they would want to have another child that they didn’t even bother to care for. Despite the feelings he had towards his parents, he always treated Isabella as his sister, even if she was adopted. The little boy at the time didn’t care about that, he was just happy to have a baby sister. As he got older he remained close with both his siblings and grew more distant from their parents. He got decent grades in school and played basketball when it was the season for it but other than that Izaiah didn’t really put much effort in. It wasn’t like his parents cared whether he did or not as they were barely ever around anyway. When he was a freshman he got invited to his first high school party and after sneaking out past the nanny he had gone. It was there that he picked up three vices; alcohol, weed and sex after losing his virginity to a junior he’d had a crush on for a few years. After that his grades suffered a bit but not by much as he was a pretty quick learner and more than that he had learned how to get things he wanted from people just by talking and being charming. So any teacher that had dropped his grade he immediately went and charmed them into letting him take a makeup test or do something easy for extra credit. After graduation he tried to get over his addictions and even started working towards becoming a firefighter. He managed to do both things, though sometimes he’ll drink or smoke after hard shifts, but he doesn’t go overboard like he did when he was younger. When Isa came back home after six years and said she was leaving again for a job, her twin brothers immediately followed her.

Matilda Iris Monroe- she/her, 27, bisexual. Matilda was the youngest born child of her six siblings though she received none of the “baby treatment” most people would assume when they hear that. In fact Matilda wasn’t even sure her parents or siblings even knew she existed and the youngest girl had been taking care of herself for as long as she could remember. Not long after she turned 13 her Aunt decided to take her in and move her to California with her. Her Aunt had never wanted or intended to have kids of her own but her and Matilda had had a special relationship since she was born and the older woman just couldn’t stand to see her favorite niece being neglected any longer. In California Matilda started to thrive, she came out of her shell a little more and even made a good group of friends. As she got older she started going to parties and things, not that her Aunt minded as long as she wasn’t drinking and driving or doing anything else life threatening and the young teen always kept true to that promise. Matilda loved her Aunt dearly and looked up to her more than anyone else and while she originally hadn’t had an exact plan for after graduation after her Aunt passed not long after she decided to look into becoming a dispatcher like she had been. That was how she’d ended up where she is now, as the head dispatcher for the station she’s been working at since 18, the same one as her Aunt. Mattie is still very much the same girl she’s always been, kind-hearted, a little introverted and quiet around strangers but the life of the party when around people she knows. She’s always been incredibly determined and independent, rarely ever asking for help unless she really needs it. She isn’t a huge flirt or anything but will flirt when she sees someone she finds attractive.

[mtreebeardiles]

Idk bout ya'll but music is a huge source of inspiration for me, so I wanted to do a list of key songs for some of my ME OCs :)

What jams do ya'll listen to, if any? Anything associated with a certain character?

Songs for Everett

CITADEL - Morgxn

You are not in survival mode anymore/you don’t have to try to be somebody more/why do you live with your hands/like they’re tied to your back/like you’re under attack?

running in place - MisterWives

My confidence, I know how to dress it up/but why do compliments always feel just like a punch?

Rise Up - WALK THE MOON

And when you taste that earth, face in the dirt/gotta rise up, rise up

Won't Let You Go - FRENSHIP, Bastille

Interruptions are a wall that's too big/puzzles that were left undone/memories from the kitchen table/let me know that you're the one

Songs for Shawn

Salt - Bad Suns

Look in the mirror, tell me/what it is like to be free/how do I grasp reality/when I don't have an identity?

SUPERBLOOM - MisterWives

Never rained in the desert til I/picked me for the very first time/it's darkest before the sunrise/that's when I/superbloom

Straight Into Your Arms - Vance Joy

I've been gone since yesterday/and I go straight/straight into your arms/but it only takes one day/and I run straight/straight into your arms

Steady Love - Evergreen

Every night you know it's you I'm dreaming of/whenever your name is the last thing off my tongue/you will always be enough/it's in your simple, steady love

Songs for Scott

Hurricane (Johnnie's Theme) - Lord Huron

Oh, little darlin', don't you look charming/here in the eye of a hurricane/real or imagined, what does it matter?/come inside, can I get you to stay?

Dyin' to Live - Smallpools

My shield of rusted metal/can't keep this world from falling apart/so let's tear this down together

Heights - WALK THE MOON

This is dangerous, it's dangerous/but I'm falling for you with every cell of my body/electric, connected, impatient/so come find me in the quiet

Revolution - Bastille

So bring on quiet revolutions in our heads/keep on fantasizing futures we do try to make/as we're falling through the universe again/still the jokers and the thieves never fall down/won't let the days form, no night fall/til change comes around

[therapycat21]

Chapter 2- Oh Dimples

Juice x OC!

Word Count:1093

Mom makes her way into the clubhouse while I gather Amara out of her car seat and grab her diaper bag. "Alright my devil, time to meet your crazy uncles" I grumble as I set her on my hip and shut the car door with my hip. I sigh as I start to make my way towards the clubhouse doors. Before I reach the doors, it slams open with the infamous blonde hair douche you'll ever meet with his classic smug smirk.

"Well, well, if it isn't the most notorious car stealing drifter in charming" he smirks 

"Well, well if it isn't the most notorious man whore in charming" I smirk back. After he chuckles, he notices Amara. "who's this?" he points out giving her a small smile. "This is Amara, she's my daughter" I say after a short pause. By the way his face looks right now, you can bet he is shocked "daughter??" "Yes Jackson, a daughter" I reply sarcastically "you mean there's someone out there that pro-created with you?" he smirks questioningly.

I shove past him "god I forgot how much of an ass you are" and throw the doors open. I hear him follow me in after "wait so you got a kid now and apparently you're moving back home indefinitely?" he questions jogging slightly to catch up.  "Mom called and told me what happened with Wendy" I say turning to face him. "Look I wasn't planning on staying but, some shit went down with work and well life, but I decided we needed to be near family, so I'm staying." I stated. 

"Shit, I mean that's really cool though, I get my sister back full time and now a niece so I'm happy." Jax smiles genuinely and goes to take a puff of his cigarette. 

"Yeah yeah, whatever, I haven't told anyone else I'm back yet so this should be fun."

"Aye! my Val!" I hear Chibs before I turn around. Man this is gonna be eventful rest of my day.

I barely have the doors open before they are yanked and I'm greeted by the rowdy group of men I call family.

"Oh the beauty of Charming is home!" I hear Bobby yell and before I know it I'm embraced into a group hug that reeks of beer and cigarettes, Oh the joy.

"Okay, let the girl breathe please" I hear Gemma announce with her known smirk before I'm pulled away and the group disperse.

Chibs is the first to speak "how are ya darlin? Who's this little cutie?" he bends down slightly to wave at Amara.

I sigh "I'm doing okay, and this is Amara. My daughter" after I speak the last part the silence in the room is ironically loud and the faces of Samcro are either in shock or confusion.

The tension is broken by someone entering the room "hey- I got an update from the city hall snitch. Looks like Hale's got a warrant to search the warehouse," he pauses and finally glances up from the papers in his hand "oh shit, sorry, didn't know someone was here."

I peek over the group of guys and see who the voice belongs to, never did I expect to see a grown man with a mohawk, it fits him really well. Like seriously well. Oh lord, let me get away before this man ruins my life.

I'm broken out of my thoughts by Clay's voice "shit, this can wait to discuss a little later, chapel, now." The guys give me pats on the shoulder and back and make their way to the chapel doors. Clay makes his way over "It's really good to have you home sweetheart" he pats my shoulder and gives me a kiss on the check. I give a slight smile "thank you, see you guys later" he smiles one last time before making his way over to the chapel.

Gemma's hand lands on my shoulder "come on baby, let's get you guys settled, you should come with us later" she suggests as we walk towards the car "What's later?" I question, "fun-town" she smirks.

I groan "god that place is so old, but It'll be good for Amara to experience it" I smile and lean into her. She tugs me further in softly "really missed you baby" "I missed you too mama" I smile softly.

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We follow mom back to her house to get settled and get ready for fun-town. As we settle into one of the guests bedrooms I set Mara down for a nap until mom starts head out. 

As I'm folding some clothes and putting stuff away in the drawers, I'm interrupted by a soft knock on the door, I quietly respond "come in" I look towards the door as it's opened.

The guy with the head tats peaks in "hey, sorry um Gemma wanted me to give these to you, they're from the dryer" he paused with the neatly folded stack of clothes in his arms "sorry, I sorta folded them" he chuckled nervously "I have OCD" he chuckles again.

I stare at him for a second and give a small smile "It's totally okay" I reach my hand out and accept the clothes "you just saved me about 20 minutes of trying to fold a kids t-shirts" I chuckle "I haven't seen you when I was here last, are you still a prospect?" for some reason I can't stop staring at him and his tattoos.

He chuckles, running his hand over the top of his head "um no, I think a month or so after you left I came here to prospect." he reaches his hand out to me "my name is Juice by the way" he gives me a big grin. I reach out and accept his hand,

 "Valentina but Val for short" I point over my shoulder "and that is Amara but if you try to call her that she'll mean mug you" we laugh together and the sound resonates throughout the room

 "she likes nicknames, so when she wakes up and meets you, she'll have a nickname for you" we grin at each other for a little while before he breaks and points over his shoulder "Well um I gotta get back to-um yeah " he chuckles and nervously and stumbles over himself.

"It was nice meeting you juice, I guess I'll see you later" smiling back at him, finding his nervousness adorable. He grins and exits the room shutting the door with a soft click of the door.

[suugrbunz]

Hi! So I got an idea for a ship request - could I request not for myself, but for a character I’m creating, to be shipped? So I can get some ideas about the kind of partner she’d be good with? 

She’s really short, just over 5’, and has honey-gold pouffy hair in a big bouffount. She wears glittery nail varnish, early ‘60s-style knee-length dresses, and maroon heels. 

She has a super rough, thick Massachusetts accent. Smokes a ton, eats big sandwiches, has a toffee every day - she’s not the best with healthy habits, but also not the worst. 

She’s blatantly honest, a little harsh/bossy at times, but very kind and open to people. 

She loves to go out to restaurants or food stalls. She loves putting outfits together and spending time with her loved ones. 

Thank you - and if you’re not comfortable with doing a ship for an original character, don’t worry about it :) It’s good to see you back and I hope being in the fandom and doing your writing can be really good for you <3 

꒰ I ship your oc with . . . Eugene Roe ৎ୭ ꒱

The first meeting— Whilst I know zero details about plot or literally anything but this singular character. I am going to give my opinion! Take it as you will!! There will be minor details of the relationship after the main milestones. Maybe it's the voluminous honey-blonde hair or the way she's dressed; Either way Eugene is fascinated by her ornate appearance. In order to do the bouffant every day... That's dedication to a style. Which is super interesting to him. However, I imagine him to be a bit shy. Roe is a slow-burn kind of love interest... Which would be an interesting way to show character development alongside emotional attachment developing.

A movie or picnic seems like an ideal first date for him. After the war, it's best to keep things sweet and simple for him. He enjoys the quiet things in life. However, he isn't too slow-paced with life. He still enjoys a good dance in the living room or a double date. As they progress through their relationship I could see lots of quality time being shared.

I think she'd initiate the first kiss due to her bold nature. I often associate bossiness with the ability to be bold. In order to be bossy, you have to be highly confident in your way. It's a form of arrogance which is realistic. No one is perfect. The kiss would probably occur after a walk home. Maybe he is about to kiss her but shows clear signs of hesitance. On the other hand, she could've been seen stealing glances from him. Studying his lips. When he walks her to her flat/home, she takes matters into her own hands. Grabbing on to his arms as she stood on her toes; The only way she can reach his lips is a stool or standing on relevé.

Eugene is definitely seen as soft but he is equally fearless. What do we call this children? emotional maturity. The ability to be regulated (emotionally) is a big sign of emotional maturity. Something I definitely associate with Roe. So, if she is too nosy it might lead to small arguments or Eugene going off. There is only so much that people can take.

Her blatantly honest nature is something he finds to be refreshing. Oftentimes in history, girls were told to be less opinionated and more diplomatic.

She could put a few outfits together for Eugene! That'd be quite wholesome to read; His eyes lighting up with joy as she shows off the outfit. It makes his day knowing he's dressed in something she put love and care into.

The clash of accents; That's all I am going to say.

I feel like the early 1900s and into the mid 1900s— Not the healthiest of times... So, she's not alone that's for sure.

Oh! And a song for them!

Darlin' by the Beach Boys comes to mind <3