laraa

hii i'm lara! this is my side blog dedicated to my ocs!

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my time-zone currently is AEDT and i don't have a set posting time, just when ever my motivation hits :D

⋆to find a specific chapter, find the tag for the number. e.g. if you're finding chapter 12, search #chapter 12 :)

↳the first chapter can be found here!

meet my oc's :)))

⋆maverick millers ⋆ male (he/him), 22, 6'3, 21st Aug 2003

⋆remi lane ⋆ male (he/him), 22, 6'0, 19th May 2003

⋆victoria stevens ⋆ female (she/her), 22, 5'0, 2nd July 2003

⋆nora quinn ⋆ female (she/her), 23, 5'8, 15th Feb 2002

maverick likes wearing graphic tees over long sleeves or hoodies with jeans & converse (bonus points for a spider-man shirt)

remi prefers comfort over style, opting for dark hoodies and sweat pants or jeans. remi is a sneaker head so everyday is a different pair.

victoria loves her faux leather jacket and when its getting washed she wears her black/grey denim jacket. she is known for wearing the best trio--dark cherry red, black and navy blue tube tops with depending on the weather, a denim/leather skirt or baggy jeans.

nora is a wild card, wearing whatever she feels whether it's big top little pants or little top big pants. the only thing known for certain is that it's going to have a minimum of 3 different colours probably pastel blue, pink and yellow.

maverick has brown fluffy/curly hair that is somewhat long for a short cut (ending just under his ears) with hazel eyes

remi has pink messy hair with a curled middle part kind of like a heart almost with blue eyes

victoria has black dead straight hair, bangs, freckles and deep brown eyes

everyone say happy birthday to the birthday girl!!

nora is now officially 24 :))

heres the story on another platform if thats easier for you!

The street lights were the same warm hue, the playground slide across the road still that faded red and blue. It had been 3 years, yet nothing had changed. Remi took a shaky sigh as the house neared. He was wearing a white collared long sleeve with a black vest over the top, long black dress pants and neat formal shoes. Even his hair was combed through. “You sure you’ll be okay, fancy pants?” 

Maverick smirked, putting his hands in his jean pockets as the condensation smoked out of his lips in a cold, white puff. His outfit consisting of a brown Carhartt zip up hoodie, white long sleeve, jeans and worn down boots. Remi nodded and walked up the driveway to knock on the door of Lane residence.“Ah! Jeremy, my darling boy!” 

Narelle Lane, a short, grey-haired lady, immediately hugs Remi with a big kind smile, who had to bend down to hug her back. “Hi, mum…” 

“Come here, Maverick, don’t think you get to skip out on the hugs!” 

“Hello, Narelle. Good to see you again.” 

Poor Maverick had to bend down quite a lot to hug her. “Remi!” 

Squealed a girl, who was a bit taller than Narelle and younger than Remi. Her curled hair bounced as she excitedly ran towards him with her arms out ready to hug her older brother. “Hello, Nelly…” 

Said a winded Remi as she practically launched herself at him. Quicker than she latched onto Remi, she gasped and pushed off of him. “Oh my goodness! Hi Maverick!” 

She battered her eyelashes as she looked up at him while clasping her hands together. “Wow, you’re so much taller than I remember!” 

“Yep, late growth spurts will do that to you.” 

Nelly laughed loudly at Maverick’s “joke,”which made him give a small awkward chuckle and rub the back of his neck. Meanwhile Remi was staring, confused, at a baby who was drooling on themself. A bulky man walks in a swoops up the baby. “Leo, whatcha doing bud?” 

The man spoke in a “baby voice,” all high pitched and dramatic. The baby who was now known as Leo, babbled and continued to drool. “Hey, Robert, is this baby Leo?” 

“Oh hey man, yeah this is the lil man. Like the pink, by the way, Jer.” 

Robert nods towards Remi’s hair, as he comes up to Leo. “Thanks, like the baby.” 

Remi tickles Leo under the chin lightly and he giggles. Maverick looked over at Robert, Remi and Leo and thought, why can’t Remi be this happy everyday… A woman a bit older than Maverick came in and grabbed Leo before kissing Robert on the cheek. “You found him, thanks hun. Leo’s gotta have his dinner, so I’ll be in the back room.” 

“Yep, also babe, this is my baby brother.” 

“Oh uhm, hi, I’m Jeremy. I was at your wedding, not sure if you remember me.” 

It had been years, since Maverick had heard Remi introduce himself as Jeremy. He held his hand back just to retract it, realising his older brother’s wife had her hands full with Leo. 

“Oh, yes, I think I do remember you, you’re the one that looked a bit.. lost. I’m Claire.” 

Remi’s smile fell a bit at the subtle insult.

“And I’m Maverick!”

He spoke loudly, trying to cheer up the conversation a bit, after realising what Claire was doing. “Reallynice to meet you, Claire!”

“Aw it’s so nice to see your family being so inclusive of your brother and his partner, babe!” 

Claire had just assumed they were gay to Robert. Both Remi and Maverick’s faces dropped. “No. No, no, no! Remi and I are not a couple! We both have girlfriends!” 

“No. No, no, no! Remi and I are not a couple! We both have girlfriends!”

i promise i’m writing it, i’ve just been a bit burnt out and unmotivated lately, but when that creative spark comes, you’ll see it :)

here’s a little mood board type thing that shows the vibe of the chapter so far

Maverick’s foot was bouncing up and down against the checkered tiles of the computer lab, the other foot on his chair so his knee was to his chest. He was staring out of the window whilst chewing on the cap of his pen. To someone outside of his class, he looked distracted but everyone knew he wasn’t. It was just the cogs turning faster than his attention span. His small computer class were all stumped on this one coding problem the professor had assigned them, all groaning and begging for help from the teacher. Then there was Maverick. He blinked his gaze away from the window then looked at his screen, scribbled something on his hand with the chewed pen, quickly typed it into the computer, squinted his eyes, added more code and then looked pleased with himself—all to stare back out the window again. Someone from behind Maverick, hit him on the shoulder, a

bit harder then probably intended, which broke him from his spacing out. “How did you do that man? I’ve been like… so stumped!” 

Maverick rubbed his shoulder, his brows furrowed as he stared up at the guy. “You smell like weed…”

“Okay, man, whatever you say. Can you like

help me with my code?”

“Uhm. No. It’s too hard to explain, just get someone else to do it, it’s pretty basic.” 

“Dude, seriously? You’re the only one who has it figured out!” 

Maverick looked around the room, everyone’s computers were stuck on a big error screen while their owners had given up and begun talking to the people around them. “Can ya help a guy out?”

The guy hits Maverick again, trying to be friendly but it just isn’t working. “I can’t explain how I do things. They just happen!”

Maverick waves his hands around frantically, gesturing to the complex coding on the screen. “C’mon guys, why can’t you all be like Mr Millers here? He got it done pretty quickly!” 

Maverick’s professor spoke up, pointing at him with a smile. Maverick just paled as all eyes stared at him and a sudden influx of questions hit him. Eventually the class quieted down, going back to being confused by the code in front of them. “Alright, I think that’s the end of this! See you all on Friday!”

Concluded the professor. Each student happily got up and left the computer lab quickly, eager to leave the challenging class. Maverick pushed in his chair and left the classroom as well, right as his phone starts buzzing with a call from Remi. “Yo.”

“So… cancel your shift tomorrow afternoon because we’re going out for dinner.” 

“Okay… Why?” 

Maverick was hesitant, they never went out for dinner. 

“I’ll explain it later.” 

Remi stood tensely, in the same spot. His hands gripping onto the pink strands of hair, just tight enough to make him feel it. His lived in apartment suddenly feeling messy, and gross, like his father had criticised. Remi was angry and irritated as he hastily made his way over to the tv, unplugging the screen aggressively to silence the overstimulating background music of Mario Kart. As the screen shuts off to black, Remi puts his forehead on the top of the television, wanting to scream and cry at the same time. He thought he had retired this feeling when the lieutenant stopped showing up 3 years ago but here it was, consuming him once again. Remi takes a deep breath, standing up properly before leaving the apartment. He couldn’t be in there any longer. As the hallway comes to an end, Remi finds Maverick on the stairs that led to the lower floors of the apartment complex that they lived in. Maverick turns his head around to see Remi, his face filled with sympathy. “I’m sorry, I should’ve been in there for you. I was being selfish exiting like that.” 

“Just shut up.” 

Replied Remi, not deliberately being rude as he took a tired seat, down on the step above the one Maverick was sitting on. Maverick complied, knowing his talking did more bad than good in a time like this. The pair sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes, before Maverick hesitantly spoke again. “Why does Lieutenant Lane, not like your hair?” 

Remi looked at Maverick for a second before his gaze fell to the floors below them.  “We weren’t allowed to express ourselves.” 

He started speaking then begun to clarify who. “Robert and Nelly—my older brother and little sister. He wouldn’t let us put up posters in our room or dye our hair. The only thing we had to express ourselves was our clothes and even that was… constricted. Boys wore blue, green and red while girls wore pink, purple and yellow.” 

Maverick listened, feeling terrible for Remi. He knew parts of how strict Lieutenant Lane was during Remi’s childhood but he didn’t know the full extent of it. “And then obviously I moved out with you, Eloise and Tom, which was when the idea of dying my hair pink sparked, then we moved into this apartment together. Once I knew he’d stop visiting, the rest was history.” 

Remi gave Maverick a small smile before shaking his hair. Maverick laughed. He loved seeing Remi smile, because it happened so rarely. Maverick looked at his watch briefly, then had to double back when he realised the time. “Oh no. No, no, no.” 

Maverick got up, panicked. He ran back inside the apartment, quickly grabbed a pen and sprinted back out again, all while Remi stared confused. “Where are you off to so quickly?” 

“I’ve got a class that I cannot, for the life of me, miss or be late for, in 12 minutes. Bye Rem!” 

“Bye?” 

TW-bad relationships with parents & gender conforming mindsets :)

The sun was shining, the weather was warm. Both of the boys had broken out their shorts and t-shirts today as they played Mario Kart in their lounge competitively, Maverick on the floor, Remi on the couch, like usual. The sun danced around their apartment through the open window, allowing their fake plants to breathe, because neither of them were responsible enough to keep real ones alive. Mav, in ‘amazing’ sportsmanship, drops his remote  and crosses his arms in anger. “I just know you’re a cheat, Rem. There’s no way you can win 10 times in a row like that without cheats!” 

“You’re just bad at it, dude.”

Remi gets up and ruffles Maverick’s mop of hair on his way to the kitchen to make a coffee, while Maverick just sits there thinking about his non existent career in professional Mario Kart racing as his character does NPC laps in the background.  There’s a knock at their apartment door, making Maverick get up and say, “I’ll get it!” he twists the doorknob with his left hand, the bandages retired and the large burn scar debuting. An older, presentable looking man was stood up straight, staring at Maverick’s bed hair and un-ironed shirt with a disinterested look. “Oh! Mr Lieutenant Lane! I, uh, wasn’t expecting you, today!” Blabbed Maverick, clearly shocked that Remi’s father was here without him hearing anything about it. Usually Remi would stress clean for a week in advance, years ago when Lieutenant Lane would still visit, so this was strange. “Clearly.” 

The monotoned man looked at the messy yet homey shared apartment with distaste. His combat boots make a clunk sound as he walks into the living room without being invited. “Mav, who was at the door, was it those idiots who sell spoons, again?” 

Mumbles Remi as he rubs his face with one hand the other holding his coffee. “Uh-“ 

Begins a heavily awkward Maverick. Remi looks up and immediately stiffens at the sight of his father. The second he makes eye contact with the Lieutenant, Maverick swore he could see Remi’s heart rate rising and his grip on his mug tightening. Lieutenant Lane, stares at Remi, a very blank stare. “Pink.” 

He spat in an accusatory tone, rather than an observational one. The man hadn’t seen his son in several years, and the first thing he comments on or rather, ill-judged on was the colour of his son’s hair. “It’s uhm. It’s been like that for a while.” 

Confirms Remi, carefully picking out his words. “I, for one, think it looks great on him, sir.” 

Maverick immediately regrets his words the second they leave his mouth. “This has nothing to do with you, boy.” 

Maverick winced. He’d always tried to get on Lieutenant Lane’s good side, but it never worked. Or maybe there wasn’t anyone in the world good enough for the Lieutenant. Not even Remi. “You’ve changed.” 

The disgust was blatantly obvious in his tone. “You used to take pride in how you presented yourself.” 

“I still do, it’s called having a personality.”

His eyes glanced at the stained coffee rings on the table, the empty mugs laying around and the dust behind the tv. “This is what this is? Grossness is personality now? This is the complete opposite of pride, Jeremy.” 

Maverick awkwardly shifted his weight before stupidly opening his mouth again. “It’s… lived in. Homey, if you will.” 

Maverick offers a small smile, brows furrowed. “I wasn’t talking to you. The adults, are talking.” 

The lieutenant’s voice was sharp, hitting Maverick in all the wrong spots. His attempted friendly smile flushed off his face. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, too hurt to find the right words, so he turned around and walked out of the front door to his own apartment… Remi stared at the door, angry at everything. “Great job.”

He spoke sharply, voice sarcastic. “You’re here for not even 10 minutes, and you’ve already torn everything down. Maverick included.” 

Remi was glaring at his Father who was staring back with no emotion. “If the man cannot handle authority, maybe he shouldn’t have responsibility of his own.” 

Remi takes a hasty step forward, ready to yell at his Father, but the Lieutenant shuts him down. “He shouldn’t need a hopeful young man, like yourself, babysitting him. His parents are there for that job.” 

“You mean, his foster parents.”

He says hoping that’s who he meant. His father just scoffs. “Ah yes.. the Millers. They collect strays and raise them for a living.”

“Don’t talk about Eloise and Tom like that. At least they raised and cared about Mav, without giving up on him the moment he didn’t quite fit the family picture.” 

“Don’t you know it’s disrespectful to refer to your elders as their first name?”

“That’s your takeaway from that?”

Remi stares at his father, hurt and angry. “Get out of my apartment…” 

Maverick’s bed was warm and cosy. His room smelling perfectly of coffee and vanilla. His dream was a peaceful day at the cafe, Vicky and Rem and even Nora were there, laughing and sipping on coffee made by yours truly. The sun was shining and kids were playing out on the street and the playground across the road. “Mav.” 

Suddenly it was raining and the kids were retreating back inside. “Maverick.”

He turns around in his dream, to see Vicky and Nora leave, with frowns. Once he turns back—“Maverick! Wake up!” 

He was awoken by a booming voice belonging to his pink haired roomie. Except Maverick wasn’t lucid enough to know that. “Dad? I don’t wanna get up yettt.” 

“Dude, I ain’t Tom. Wake up, you’ve got stuff to do” 

Remi rolls his eyes as he throws open the curtains, releasing the blinding light of the real world. Maverick hisses in response and burrows his head under his pillow. “C’mon Vampire, rise n shine.” 

“What are we even doing?” 

Mavericks voice was groggy and tired. “More like a just you thing.” 

“Wha-?” 

Remi rips the warm blanket off of Maverick like a bandaid which earnt him a yelp then a groan of protest before ending in him curling up into a ball, squinting his eyes shut. “Get up, you cocoon.” 

“You never said where I’m going.” 

“Just get up and see, your appointment is in half n hour.” 

“Appointment?” 

Remi walks out of the room without answering, leaving Maverick confused. The latter eventually gets up, to get dressed before the realisation hits… Maverick nearly trips as he runs on the hard wood floors in socks in a panic. “Rem, where on Earth did my tooth go?!” 

“Welcome back Mature Maverick.” 

“Remi.”

“You fell at the bar last night and it fell out.” 

He states simply. 

“Oh god…”

“Don’t worry, I got you a dentist appointment.” 

“Did you-“ 

“Yes I got Eloise to get you a discount.”

“Thank you, so much Rem, you’re the best. Also stop calling my mum by her name, it’s kinda freaky.” 

“You’re welcome and no.”

“What on Earth is that?” 

Asks Mav, gawking down the bar at Nora’s bright orange and blue drink, which was accessorised with an umbrella and curly straw. Mav had been sipping on his drink for a few minutes now, and he wasn’t known for handling alcohol well. “They call it an Electric Flamingo.” 

Nora states proudly the name of her drink, smirking at Mav down the bar. Mav, as a response, immediately leans over trying to see the edible glitter the bartender had put in it better, but in doing so he nearly tips his glass over the edge. Luckily, high alert Remi yanks Maverick backwards by the back of the shirt, before the glass could commit to the fall. Maverick’s skin was warm, showing how buzzed he already was by his drink, that was clearly too strong for him. “Heyyy, i was trying to see the glitter!” 

“Yeah, Grandpa, let the poor kid see the glitter.” 

Teases Nora, trying to get under Remi’s skin, deliberately. She stands up and shows Mav the glitter, who looked like an amazed child as the specs swirled around the glass. 

“Woah…” 

“Please stop encouraging him.”

Remi sounded like a father, annoying and a party pooper. He even was positioned like one, with his hand pinching the bridge of his nose in disappointment. Nora rolled her eyes with a smile, sitting back down on her stool. Vicky spoke up, staring softly at Mav. “He’s kinda cute when he’s dumb.” 

“He’s always dumb.” 

“I am not, Rem!” 

Victoria giggled, Remi sighed in disappointment and Maverick was frowning. 

Thud! 

Maverick was frowning too much to the point he fell off his stool. Remi just stared at his best friend on the floor. This was a somewhat normal occurrence, because Mav always leans back on his chair. Victoria, on the other hand, gasped and immediately got off her chair to help him up.  “I’m totally cool.” 

Mumbled Maverick, who for some reason now a had a lisp? “Ow, I think I bit my lip.” 

Remi rolled his eyes, before looking down at Maverick, his eyes widening. Victoria had spotted before Remi and was freaked. “Oh-oh my god, Maverick… Your tooth, it’s gone!” 

The colour had completely drained from

Victoria. Poor Maverick had 3 people, one of which he’d pretty much just met, staring at him, horrified, because his bridge fell out when he bit his lip too hard. “S’Cool…”