#which isnt a lot but its weird that it happened twice LMAO

[lewkwoodnco]

Be More - George x Reader

"Er...I think this dough's ready to be cut into the strips."

"Yes, chef."

He coughed awkwardly, too uncomfortable to come up with any decent sort of response.

a/n: am soooo salty i fell sick in the middle of my 12 days of fics '23 for xmas last year :((( so im giving myself a lil treat by doing a short series of valentine's fics! i SO don't know how souffles work if you can't tell so pls don't come for me, and a special special thanks to lisa @neewtmas for the apron idea heheh. all fluff, which is why I got all my angst fics out of the way beforehand if you'd like a lil palate cleanser :) also totally didn't make this a songfic cuz i was struggling to find a title :} btw I headcannon that george randomly zones in and out in everyday life and this has nothing to do with how much I may or may not do this myself ALSO was strongly influenced to post this earlier by the multiverse of George aka @oblivious-idiot @bella-rose29@bobbys-not-that-small heh

warnings/tropes: lockwood and george bromance supremacy!!! baking, lots and lots of valentine's day fluff, awkward georgeeeee

word count: 2.8k!

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Lucy handed George a steaming cup of tea, which he gratefully accepted. The three of them were having breakfast as usual, and with the last strains of winter fading, Portland Row's kitchen was entirely too bright. He closed his eyes, pretending he didn't see the way Lockwood's hand lingered on Lucy's when taking his mug. They were bad enough on any normal day, but even worse nowadays, with Valentine's Day drawing achingly closer. He felt himself begin to nod off again from the gentle and comforting steam.

He felt a mild rap against his cheek, which he turned to see is from a well-aimed sugar cube launched from across the table by Lucy. He looked up to see her staring hard at him and Lockwood poorly concealing a snigger with his cup of tea.

"George. Have you or have you not got any plans for Valentine's?"

He takes his time wiping his glasses on his shirt sleeve before responding. "Nothing much. Though I've promised Y/N I'd spend the day with her."

He watched Lucy's expression carefully, and she seemed to be watching his. Truth was, with Valentine's drawing closer and closer, George was going into a mild panic. He hadn't exactly arranged it intentionally. They had been having a quiet chat on a morning when George had been too tired from the previous night's case to strictly follow, and suddenly she was waving goodbye, promising to see him next on Valentine's Day.

He had no idea what kind of a Valentine's Day he had agreed to, or how much of a filter he had had, and he had been dropping Lucy desperate cries for help, with decreasing subtlety. Was it a date? Was she expecting a date? Sure, they had went to that play together after Lucy fell mysteriously ill, and maybe they met up for lunch once a week. But she never referred to

His eyes slowly drifted close as Lucy and Lockwood's conversation morphed into gentle white noise, enjoying the warmth of the little sun streaming through their kitchen window. It felt nice to have a little break from his intense week of baking -

Baking! George snapped wide awake, clumsily climbing out of his chair and feverishly counting the stacks of meticulously wrapped, frilly pastry goodie bags lining the kitchen counter. It had become an annual Valentine's Day tradition for George to construct these small goodie bags of baked goods for a sizeable chunk of his extended family. He even roped in Lucy and Lockwood, and as Valentine's Day approached they'd all gather around the kitchen table at night, even if it was after a case, packing the delicaices George had spent the day baking, until one of them started dropping off.

It was tedious work, but they enjoyed it and were well invested in it - Lockwood fiercely so. When a cousin had remarked that perhaps the tradition was becoming a little tired at a family gathering last Christmas, Lockwood had accidentally-but-not-really smacked his head. George relaxed as he neared towards the end of the pile - just one more day of baking, and he'd be ready to send them off.

Lucy and Lockwood were mostly finished with breakfast anyway, so he chased them out of the kitchen and got to work. Once George had his first batch of cookies in the oven, he started planning for the supplementary baked goods. For instance, he was going to make a chocolate souffle for the three of them to share over a midnight supper tomorrow.

So when the kitchen door swung open, letting in a blast of cold air, George spun around scathingly, ready to threaten Lockwood with deflated souffles. But the hiss at the tip of his tongue withered when he saw who it was.

"...Y/N?"

"Hello. Baking, are you?"

George suppressed the urge to shield the vast volumes of confectionary goodie bags littering the kitchen's surfaces.

"...yes." With some difficulty, he slowly resumed his movements, explaining how this was something he did every year. In a way, he was grateful to have something to do with his hands, because the last minute or so reminded him that he had no idea what he normally did with his hands while standing.

"Oh. Need any help?"

It took George another half-minute to process her question. "With what?"

"With the baking, obviously."

"Uh...s'alright, I've got it all handled."

"No, please, I'd love to help."

George paused mid-stir, looking comically perplexed with a smidge of flour on his nose. "What for?" He bit his tongue, hastily back-pedalling since his tone sounded aggressively suspicious. "What I mean is, you wouldn't want to spend your day here, sweating like a pig - not that you sweat, and definitely not like a pig, no - I'm the one sweating like a pig..."

What he wanted to say was, their oven was ancient and so made the kitchen stupid hot every time he baked, but failed miserably. He set down his mixing bowl in defeat. Almost instantly, she stifled a giggle, trying to pass it off as clearing her throat, and George followed her gaze to his apron in horror. What the mixing bowl had previously been hiding was the horrendously cheesy 'kiss the cook' graphic on his apron.

It had been a ridiculous gag gift from Lucy, one that he had never intended to use but was forced to after his last apron caught on fire from one of his experiments with the skull. Bursting into flames would have been more useful now, He stood there, eyes watering from the heat, determined in his refusal to acknowledge both the apron and the smile she was doing a poor job of suppressing.

"Fine. You can start with the cookie batter."

About a minute or two later, it occurred to George that perhaps it would have wise to ask how much experience she had with baking. Not a lot, he soon discovered, when her bowl nearly flew off as soon as she switched on the egg beater. He dropped his mixing bowl instantly, waving away her apologies.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't expect it to be so powerful."

He cautiously adjusted her grip on the bowl, gently guiding her fingers to a better hold.

"No, no, it's my fault. Not much of a baker?"

"...no."

"Okay, so what you do is, use one hand to hold the - other hand - hold the bowl, and the other holds the egg beater like - no, not quite."

He took a step closer, placing his hands over hers, trying to ignore the warmth radiating from her body, and the smell of her shampoo.

The last time they had been this close was on their way home from that play. With Lockwood out of town for a client meeting, and Lucy developing a mysterious case of the flu, it was only the two of them crouched under a tiny umbrella as they walked home after the play. George would have been more than happy to walk in the rain, but she was the one holding the umbrella, and was firm in her resolve to not send him back to Lucy with a head cold. With the little space between them, their cheeks brushed against each other occasionally, sending a jolt running through the side of George's face.

"Well...this is me."

George nodded dumbly, staring hard at the chips in her front door's paint, agonisingly aware of her looking at his face. He didn't dare turn to meet her gaze; they were far too close.

"I had fun today, George."

He sighed and briefly zonesout. As short as their chat was, he remembered very little, his focus only returning when she pulled her key out.

"We should do this again sometime," she was saying, as she turned the key in her lock. When he finally looked at her, there were the tinies raindrops on her eyelashes. There was something so pure and unassuming about the sight that it tugged at his heart. It made him want...more. More with her. With a brief smile, she disappeared into her home, leaving him standing alone in the rain. He stood there for a minute, prolonging the moment for some unidentifiable reason. It was a nice door. She had a nice smile.

It was as though she had read his thoughts from his eyes, for a faintly embarrassed air hung in the kitchen after that. For the next better part of an hour, they engaged in this delicate dance as they floated through the kitchen, carefully staying out of each other's way, never in the same area for long. It wasn't until she was sifting the dry ingredients that they next spoke.

"Hang on, that might be too much flou-"

As George touched her elbow, her hand jerked, sending a sizeable chunk of flour into her mixing bowl, along with a cloud of it directly in her face. He was sorry, of course, but as she spluttered and tried to blink through it, he couldn't stop the amused twist to his features. When she caught his eye, she rolled her eyes and sent a fistful of flour into his eyes. Now it was her turn to laugh as George groaned through the smarting.

"You're right, Mr. Cook, it IS hilarious!"

George scoffed, struggling to maintain his sanctimonius, above-petty-acts front as he wiped his glasses clean with as much dignity as he could muster. But on the inside, his defences were crumbling fast.

"You're acting like a child."

She looked mildly apologetic for a moment, and George felt a flash of truimph, before she raised both her flour-coated hands and resolutely streaked them across George's face.

"Egg on your face. Or should I say, flour?"

With that, all pretenses of civility were thrown out the window. The both of them swept up as many ingredients as they could and migrated to opposite ends of the kitchen table, pelting each other with everything that could be pelted. George landed a few well-aimed chocolate chips into her hair. She soaked the front of his apron with half a jug of milk, which was nearly enough to send him into hysterics. So it went on and on and on, until they ran out of supplies in their immediate reach, before resorting to shoving each other's faces into bags and tins of baking soda and powdered sugar. This, it occurred to George as he was rubbing cornstarch into her red, wheezing face, is strangely intimate.

Again, there was this tugging sensation in his chest, the kind that made him want to sit in his armchair for anywhere from half a minute to half an hour. The kind of sensation that could not be held in words. The closest he could get was the wish for a never-ending summer, or perhaps orchards full of cherry trees as sweet as the first pick. But even that fell short.

Just as she raised two fistfuls of sprinkles, the kitchen door swung open. Lockwood wandered in, looking sharp as ever in his too-small suit. The two of them smoothly parted, their faces burning under the flour, and George suddenly became very interested in the pastry dough he was kneading. He felt rather than saw Lockwood looking back and forth between the two of them, wishing that he'd just take whatever he needed from the kitchen and got out. But of course, he knew better than to engage in wishful thinking, especially with Lockwood's mildly gormless smile plain as day. "Hang on. George, you do realise that-"

Whatever it was that Lockwood was wondering if he had realised was cut off by the jam tart George shoved into his mouth, because the answer was probably yes, Lockwood, of course I realised that completely inane observation.

"Out. Out. I won't have you compromising the integrity of my kitchen." With a little difficulty, George wheeled a spluttering Lockwood littering soft pastry flakes all over his clean kitchen floor out into the hallway. He shut the door firmly and turned back apologetically, only just seeing the flour in her hair as she watched on amusedly.

"I sure hope I'm not starting up a ruckus - or was it compromising the integrity? - of your kitchen."

George felt his cheeks warming as he returned to the kitchen table. "No, of course not. You never know where Lockwood's been, is all. You're different."

Had he been standing this close to her the whole day, he wondered, close enough to see the pretty flakes in her eyes, softer than any pastry he could make? How was he supposed to look away? And how did he stand it?

"Er...I think this dough's ready to be cut into the strips."

"Yes, chef."

He coughed awkwardly, too uncomfortable to come up with any decent sort of response, embarrassedly muttering something along the lines of how there was no need for any of that. As she got absorbed into getting the strips of dough just right, George glanced at the kitchen door, to see Lockwood silently making exaggerated kissy faces at him. George picked up his rolling pin and Lockwood fled immediately, without so much as a creak from the floorboards.

Now, they finally returned to their baking with proper focus, now that they were all tired out. She seemed to have picked up some skills pretty quickly, though he still kept an eye out in case she might do something that would, say, set her hand on fire.

An hour or so later, the phone started ringing obnoxiously in the hallway. With some difficulty, George peeled off one of his disposable gloves on his way to it. When he picked up the phone, he almost wished he hadn't, because it was that same cousin from last Christmas' gathering. As his voice wore on and on, George started wishing he had let Lockwood give him another punch or two, just to set him straight.

Suddenly, he picked out a few startling words from his cousin's nasally voice, which made his heart plummet, as the calendar in the hallway came into startling focus. He wandered back to the kitchen door, numbly hearing his cousin's complaints of why no one's goodie bags had reached yet. He blankly stared at her, and she stared back confused, slowing down her cutting of the strips concernedly. After a second or two, he hung up the phone, but was in too much shock to lower it.

"Today's date," he whispered.

"Hm?"

"Today's date. It's not the 13th. I thought it was the 13th. Today is the 14th. Valentine's day was today, not tomorrow."

Even as he was saying those words, the calm look on her face told him exactly what he had feared - that she had known all along.

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"I thought this was what you wanted to do!"

"Unpaid labour."

"What?"

"You spent your Valentine's Day doing exhausting, difficult, unpaid labour." He clumsily placed the phone down on the kitchen counter, struggling to find the right words as he fought against the embarrassment. "I am so sorr- just a minute, I might have some loose change somewhere here-"

"Don't." George was spiraling with shame, kicking himself for his oversight, and she still had the gall to look that pretty and kind. "I didn't mind any of it one bit, I promise."

"I promised you something fun."

"George, this is the most fun I've ever had baking, and I've been making pineapple upside down cakes since before I could - oh."

She broke off when she finally looked up to see the growing shock on George's face. She nibbled at the inside of her cheek nervously, trying to gauge his reaction.

"So you do know how to bake."

"Only a little?"

He took in the sight of her apologetic smile, the careful dusting of flour on her face and her suspiciously clean clothes. "You could have said."

"Oh, but I was having so much fun." George rolled his eyes. "I spent the day learning how to construct the most adorable pastry goodie bags I have ever seen, and I did it all with my boyfriend. Believe me, it doesn't get more fun than this."

Not for the first time that day, George stared at her in wonder, like he couldn't quite figure out how she was real. Even now, when all she was doing was merely existing, words failed him. He had a feeling he'd spend lifetimes chasing shadows, trying to pin what was gone before it bloomed, and he still wouldn't be able to find the right words. There was no other way to put it, or colour it - he wished they were more.

He hesitantly extended his hand, brushing just a speck of the huge handprint of flour on her face with his thumb. He turned, walking out into the hallway, but then just as immediately wheeled back.

"Your WHAT?"

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#if i had a nickel for everytime i wrote a george x reader fanfic where pastries were a siginificant part i'd have 2 nickels #which isnt a lot but its weird that it happened twice LMAO #also in case its not clear i meant the your WHAT to be referring to the reader calling him her bf sdfhajfalskf #lockwood and co #lockwood & co #lockwood and co netflix #fanfic #george karim x reader #george cubbins #george karim imagine #george karim x you #george x reader #george karim #valentines day #fluff #Spotify #be more #stephen sanchez

[demadogs]

honestly very funny that finn wolfhard has played TWO queer characters who grew up in a small town in the 80s and fell in love with their best friend and are forced to fight a supernatural evil with their group of misfit besties

#id have two nickels which isnt a lot but its weird that it happened twice right #byler #stranger things #IT movie #reddie #the goldfinch has zero similarities besides being queer and in love with his bestie but these two are the same thing in different fonts #richie is comic sans #mike is like idk alto or helvetica or something lmao #he probably found out mike was queer and in love his best friend and he was like AGAIN????

[storytellerofuntoldlegends]

HELLOOOO SCOTT TURNING INTO A SCARY SKELETON FOREST CREATURE HELLOOOO CAN YOU HEAR ME SCREAMING

#mcyt #wcsmp #scott smajor #something something the more necromancy he practices the less human he gets #ELDRITCH HORROR SCOTT HIIIII #cleo calling him a dick for scaring him was hilarious though #(i assume thats what she called him cause it was bleeped lmao} #if i had a nickel every time cleo got so startled by someone in minecraft that she swore at them id have two nickels #which isnt a lot but its weird that it happened twice

[w0rmyz]

another one of fish and 9-ball

#fish is my sona/oc #with every passign day they become more oc and less sona LMAO but its okay #i can still use them for silly things #ANYWAY #actual tags now #bomb rush sona #bomb rush cyberfunk oc #bomb rush cyberfunk dot exe #oc x canon #selfship #dot exe brc #brc dot exe #brc 9 ball #brc #brcf #brc oc #if i had a nickel for every time i named my self insert fish and then they devolved into this grey area between oc and sona id have two #which isnt a lot but its weird that it happened twice #the other one is mahi (my splatoon sona) #their name means fish in farsi so YANNOW it counts

[ratherpekewliar]

Me when some ginger asshole blocks me on here even though I wasnt even involved in the reason he's a fucking asshole el oh el

#uhhhh not really a vent but its more vagueposting lmao #anyways if I had a nickel for every time a fourteen year old found me threatening i'd have two nickels #which isnt a lot but its weird that it happened twice #gob speaks #the ginger chronicles

[dreamsy990]

i forgor i was post limited so that thing is gonna post at midnight est (when i am Freed from Post Jail) but. ur roxas & sora to me but specifically tired 7/11 sora

bgfrgbgfdfv good to know

#i should make 7/11 sora and 7/11 apollo hang out lmao #they can be coworkers #if i had a nickel for every time i made a 7/11 au #id have TWO nickles #which isnt a lot but its weird that it happened twice

[dead-not-done]

just recently read sinners anonymous by somme sketcher (and it’s two sequels) and was obsessed with the entire cast of characters and the whole universe presented, so here’s an aesthetic board for the main couple, angelo visconti and aurora “rory” carter. im in love with them and i want book three NOW thank you very much

these are mafia and (to me) extremely light dark romance, if dark romance at all. there’s one (maybe two?) short scene of attempted sa so be careful of that if you read it! overall it’s very very similar to “the sweetest oblivion” by danielle lori but personally i think this one is better. also this author isn’t racist soooo.....

#sinners anonymous #sinners condemned #sinners consumed #somme sketcher #angelo visconti #vicious visconti #if i had a nickel for every book ive read with a male love interest name 'vicious' id have two nickels #which isnt a lot but its weird that it happened twice #aurora carter #rory carter #romance #mafia romance #contemporary romance #uhhhh how do i tag this to get more people to read this book lmao #bookblr #aesthetic #moodboard #mine

[a-very-tired-raven]

MICHAEL JACKSON??!

#I DIDN'T KNOW MJ WAS IN ONE PIECE LMAO #jeep.jeep #if i had a nicke for every time i watched an anime and there was a Michael jackson looking character id have two nickals #which isnt a lot but its weird its happened twice

[vakta]

"i'll get home by quarter past six" it's literally 18:16 my guy

#we always have these rly surreal convos with this friend of mine #and its so funny that he often replies instantly when i text hi but then disappears for hours lmao #and when i come to make a post to complain abt not knowing wtf is up with him again #he texts me in that exact moment every time #well okay it happened 2 times so far #if i had a nickel for every time this happened id have 2 nickels. which isnt a lot but its weird that it happened twice. #anyways yeah i found this funny for some reason #(also i meant that he texted me before i could actually post those posts on both occasions) #wait i also meant that 18:16 was the time when he told me he'd get home by 18:15 #im not getting angry at someone being 1 minute late lmao

[dragonartist56]

Not me fucking up my ankle in gym again

I’m pretty sure this is Jay getting revenge on me for the shit I put him thru in the last chapter now we match lmao /j

#i did an oopsie #it was soccer instead of floor hockey this time lmao #my tiktok followers will get the reference #if I had a nickle for every time I messed up my right ankle playing a gym sport #i’d have two nickels #which isnt a lot but its weird that it happened twice #shitpost #dragon speaks

[smol-tired-binch-blog]

Sometimes I forget how sensitive I am and then something really tiny upsets me and I’m like ‘DAMN bitch your skin made of fuckin rice paper or something????’

#smol has a vent #yall aint gonna BELIEVE what set me off this time #luckily im aware enough to catch myself before it gets too bad but its uh #its not helped towards my feelings on a Certain Thing Thats Been Bothering Me Recently #(btw dont feel bad if u dont know what im vaguing i havent spoken about it to anyone much less here lmao im a bitch like that) #in this house we let our negative emotions SIMMER until it comes to a BOIL and then we BREAK DOWN OVER EVERYTHING #WAIT HOLY FUCK THIS IS THE SECOND TIME SOMETHING LIKE THIS HAS HAPPENED I JUST REALISED #if I had a nickel for every time I saw one of those 'what ur fave character says about u' memes and #my fav results in OP saying some form of 'shut up' about me and it upset me I'd have two nickels #which isnt a lot but it's weird that it's happened twice #yeah you read that right. I dont respond well to being told to shut up or that people wish I would shut up. Even when it's a GENERAL STATEME #NT and the OP doesn't even KNOW me. Probably my fear of being found annoying or dismissed kicking in. #will I delete this later? That was quite the weakness i laid out for ya #ah who gives a fuck there's 80 of ya following me and in the nicest way how many of ya care? #like how many of ya are gonna use it against me or smth? Exactly. Ah we'll see if I remember or give a toss. If u read this cheers 👍

[botmilf]

If I had a nickel for every character named Ratchet that you have drawn art of I'd have two nickels (r&c and tfp) which isnt a lot but its weird that it happened twice

I have been wheezing at this since last night. I literally cannot stop lmao

[fish-at-fish-fish-resort]

holds out hands . may i hear your oc lore

since this is a sequel to this unanswered ask from my main

ill give you my agents (and 2 related ocs) bc giving you all the ocs in one post will be really hard i have SO MANY. too many. ANYWAY sillies under cut!!!

lets start with 3 because thats where the timeline starts

heres a p old timeline drawing thingy that still holds up i think

yeah just read through it. holds up. three is mostly the target of self projection lmao.

smore fun facts ab them:

they were team callie in the s1 final fest

they are wildly competitive

they sleep with an eyemask on bc the scrred eye glows in the dark (it bothers eight)

they value abilities over looks on gear so most their outfits are atrocious unless someone forces them to look good.

they can speak octarian

if they had a penny for every time they let an octarian who just got to inkopilis live with them theyd have two pennies. which isnt a lot but its weird it happened twice right?

which brings us to the next one which is actually an octoling oc i made back in like 2016??? def splatoon 1 era. shes been redesigned a bajillion times but the story is mostly the same. after the octavio fight she is also one of those octos who tried to get to inkopolis. this one was found by three who was like. i jave no idea what ur saying ur coming with the the old man totes knows octarian from his divorce. this n that and they teach eachother language and culture and its sweet and cool and they probabyl had some wlw stuff going on until 3 had a wholeass gender crisis

this is her btw. the drawing on the right is more up to date. im still thinking of renaming her. ill never find a name that fits. her original name was marianna but thats too close to marina!!!!!

shes also a fashion designer! she likes to use traditional octarian or military designs in her clothes. her pieces are not meant for turf wars though. shes still in close contact with three, and they hang out a lot. she wants to get three to ask the squid sisters if they could wear some of her clothes on a splatfest. three forgets.

next up!!!!! agent 4. i have two of those. they independently became agent 4 and then unrelatedly also became college roommates.

hash is more of a canon adjacent agent 4. poser, loser, really dramatic and really loud. kidna does whatever they want and also likes to leave graffitti on the kettles they clear. theyre also an only child. they also call marie mom jsut to annoy her. also their hairstyle is the bob in the front but the back is spiky/shaved. theyre a silly lil punk.

ikarus is a cynical asshole. and also a self centered poser whos set on looking cool for whoevers watching. he has 2 younger siblings and 1 older sister. hes from outside greater inkopolis, thinks hes better than the in city inkopolitans but behaves the exact same. he sucks i love him. he really looks up to n respects marie bc she reminds him of his elder sister. his fav brand is toni kensa

ikarus got the agent job first, n got rlly mad when they found out that theres another agent 4 bc he didnt show up enough nd marie just hired someone else. they share a uniform. they try to annoy eachother by puttinf the weirdest smelling stuff in the uniform b4 leaving it at the canyon. when talking ab em as agent 4 i like to use #4 for hash and n°4 for ikarus

the two also have a 3rd roommate

she doesnt have a name though. and if she does i forgot it :(

the three actually make a pretty good unit in their apartement. hash and ikarus only find out theyre both agent 4 when its time for the boss fight and both of them show up to get it done with. theyre both very competitive. they end up fighting over it and hash wins. ikarus is on the truck w sheldon and marie and is yelling insults at the battlefield until marie shuts him up so she can sing.

thw three roommates also always do salmon run shifts together. if they fuck up on a wave they always blame it on the one freelancer. yes they also kiss.

for eight i actually made this ref here recently!

theyve always been really fascinated with inklings and also were going to become an engineer before running off and landing in the metro.

they are very well spoken but also pretty shy. they try to make a good impression on people. finds it hard to trust others.

it took a while until he got used to sleeping in a bed. still sleeps with an eye open sometimes. its a habit.

theyre usualyl the one forcing three into at least okay looking clothes. oh also this tall loser likes to wear heels n platforms. hes literally taller than marina and still wears heels.

he actually started learning inklish back in octo valley from really outdated books. after coming to inkopolis hes been given a buncha annotated language books from marina (and from three, who still had the ones they used w the other octo girlie). but they still end up using some really old phrases and words that kinda leave some people perplexed.

oh also they're not THAT good at fighting (they were never a soldier) theyre smart and persistent though. still ended up severely in debt w pearl bc of the metro. pearl offered he can just work as stage crew for off the hook for a few tours or so and theyre good. he took the offer immediately bc bro barely got income to repay that all normally.

#whew that was barely organized but ummm yayyyy thats them!!!! #i have WAY more ocs but these are the agentssss #keep asks coming!!!!! #agent 4 #agent 3 #agent 8 #ikarus #hash #eight #three #splatoon agent ocs #splatoon agents #new squidbeak splatoon #splatoon oc #splatoon #fin scratching

[skenpiel]

YA MY NAMES POPPY LMAO NICE TO MEET YOU

if i had a nickel for every friend i had named poppy, id have two nickles. which isnt a lot, but its weird that it happened twice, right @sqoppy?

#sorry for taggin u LOL guess ill go back to callin you jc like normal #lest there be competition between my darling mutuals…… #anyway ^_^ hi poppy im skenpa ^0^

[mydemonsdrivealimo]

this might be dumb or something you already thought about BUT au within the band au where Edenbrook closes (isn't bought by Bloom)?? because if i recall correctly Bryce was applying to residency programs in Chicago when everyone thought Edenbrook was going to close?? like imagine he and Jensen meet in Boston with this ER visit but part ways because of the distance...and *then* meet again in an ER in Chicago where Bryce has just relocated?

yes omfg this is the smart typa shit im looking for. i had thought about it briefly but didnt stick with it long enough to dig into and make it make sense ig

but yes i love this sm it works so well!! im 100% going with this ugh jensen getting himself into another accident and suddenly theyre in the same position they were like 6 months prior (its literally the 'if i had a nickel for every time this happened, id have two nickels, which isnt a lot but its weird that it happened twice' meme). they wouldve talked for a few months on and off after that concert/hooking up once or twice. i think they wouldve been close enough that bryce wouldve mentioned that he was moving to chicago, but they wouldnt have been serious enough for it to matter yk. but then ER visit number 2 happens and it changes the Whole game

also i cant that visit would be so fucking funny bryce walks in and freezes for all of two seconds while jensens sitting there holding wherever he got hurt this time together. thank god the doctor/nurse leaves for that one cause ik there was def more flirting that time LMAO. jensens like soooo you wanna get a drink after work? and bryce is like yeah sure right after i literally sew you back together

#thank you and your genius mind #jensen valentine #open heart #open heart mc #band au #bryce lahela #bryce lahela x jensen valentine

[leggyre]

Guess it's too general to ask you what's the last thing that happened to, dunno, Rimna or Tae or Nik and Dart or Sunshine and Jamie, isn't it? Like, what's the last story you came up with for them, no matter the point in the development of the timeline?

ok this one is fun actually;

to Rimna - we dont know where he is actually he sorta just disappeared !!!!!! hes having his classic existential debates with someone out there. funny thing its someone we know and have met!!!!!!!! (im saying this to be mean i dont think theres literally any way of relating both of them through things i have said)

to Tae - did the OPPOSITE, unauthorized fucking thing FOUND. currently somewhere within the known universe last sighted being dragged around by cat and red bnnuy, discontented and sighing heavily happens bc on the search fo ri they just sorta run into him yu is like >:0 !! about it like bruh thats THE tae(he has heard a lot about the guy the moment he gets an introduction hes on alert abt it) this isnt a coincidence we gotta keep tabs on This Dude n pox went OK and idk took a bite of his fucking hair to keep track of him(it does this to everyone its sadly very normal)

tae is having a terrible time

to nik and dart?? divorce -- i mean i just think abt them hanging out n learning to deal with each other all the time its mostly casual and ill admit most of the time theyre arguing about something like a to-be-divorced couple bc its funny. i have no regrets

sunshine and jamie have been up to noncanon shenanigans i had one of these ghost hunting AU dreams and if i had a penny for every time i had one of these id have two by now which isnt much but its weird that it happened twice. occasionally think abt them hanging out with bebe because shes good and i love her and tbh shes just sunshine but good and small(babyfied ???) their version of this is like. actual evil life-threatening stuff but its treated like normal everyday bs by two people who look completely incapable of doing the job but actually they know their shit but they spend way too long on jamie trying to figure out the logical way to handle it(classic figuring out abt entity, maybe learning about the person if its one and find out how to allow it to pass on, classic paranormal investigation stuff) and when hes out of patience he just lets sunshine beat the shit out of them. 'cause yeah they still have some sorta entity status themselves and they even make some pseudoscientific devices(eg emf readers) go off with their presence(and sunshine uses that to mock people who actually use the stuff lmao)

#ask the leg #oc talk