#not me treating daniel like an oc of mine

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The Caravel Tavern Series : Prologue

Warnings: mentions of drinking/alcohol, sibling banter, fluff/wholesome/good vibes.

Word Count: 4.2k

Summary: The opening of Caravel Tavern was a dream come true for Jake. With the help of his best friends and brothers, naturally. In a small city in New England, it's rare to come across new faces. (or even run into some from the past)

A 4 Book interconnected series where they find love in the most unexpected ways. The bar was Jake's dream, but somehow is helping everybody else's dreams come true as well.

Rom-Com • Enemies To Lovers • Love At First Sight • Rekindled High School Sweethearts • Workplace Romance • AU - Boys x OCs

Night Moves - Bob Seger  “When you just don't seem to have as much to lose Strange how the night moves With autumn closin' in”                                               

Two Days until Open 

Flipping the heavy lock and hearing the door chime has become my favorite way to start my day. After six long months of fixing up this place, it’s only days from officially opening. I’ve spent countless hours cleaning it up, with the help of my brothers, obviously. But it has come together and finally feels like mine.

 “Goodmoooooorning!” Josh sings from across the room. 

“Good Morrow!” I can’t help the slight accent that comes along with it. 

Josh has been helping me decorate, thrift, and create things to match the aesthetic here. Deciding to develop a piratical vibe with a touch of retro themes felt right. We’ve spent hours finding the perfect pieces to hang, and thankfully, Josh has a good eye for all that. Red neon signs adorned the walls, with my favorite “Sinners Welcome” sign hanging behind the bar. 

“I think we are getting close to finishing with the decor,” Josh says, turning to make eye contact with me. 

“If you’re happy with it, then I’m happy with it,” I said, smiling back at him. “Just let me know what I can do to help. Otherwise, I’ll be organizing until the cows come home.” 

The door chimes ringing as Sam, our younger brother, walks through the door, Daniel quickly following behind. 

Daniel has practically been part of our family since we were kids, so he is treated like a brother. He and Sam went to school together and instantly attached at the hip, so he was at our house often throughout the years. When the time came, he chose not to go away for college, and I helped him get a job with me at the Shipyard. Unfortunately, it wasn’t a glamorous job, but it’s one of the better-paying options— at least it wasn’t a factory. 

“Okay, Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum, we come bearing gifts, and by that, I mean, I hope you like these coffees,” Sam announces as he makes his way to the bar, “black– because I texted both of you and neither replied, so it’s your fault.” 

“Some of us have jobs, Sam,” I said back.

Josh pulls out his phone, and I can see him click around for a second, “Oh yeah, there it is.”

Sam abruptly set the coffee on the bar in front of us with a shit-eating grin.

“Mental note, keep coffee creamer,” Josh mumbles and Sam holds a bag out to him before taking a sip.

“I didn’t forget your caramel cold foam whipped cream bullshit that you put in your coffee.”

Josh’s face lights up at the sight, “Wow, you do care about me,” putting on the dramatics per usual, “Also– I better not be Tweedle Dum.”

Sam let out a sinister laugh with an exaggerated shrug, “Guess we’ll never know!”

Since Sam got home from college, he’s been helping Josh and myself get everything done for the bar. Often, he’s reluctant or tries to make it seem that way. I can tell that he likes to be a part of everything. He’s been offering to take pictures of the bar. We have all the beer available, so we can post them on our Instagram, which I’m glad he understands is part of the business because I do not. 

“Thank you, Samuel,” I say. “Lucky for you, I always take my coffee black.” 

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“I think if I have to look at another beer can today,” Sam starts, “I’ll lose my mind completely.” 

I giggle as I continue to track what we have in stock, “The worst is almost over, bud.” 

I’m sure opening the week of Thanksgiving seems like a terrible concept, and, to be frank- it’s overwhelming. I hope the six months of bickering with everybody will prove it was worth it.

“Hey, boss,” Daniel starts, “is there anything else you’d like me to do?”

I’m not exactly proud of how much he startled me. I should be more used to how quiet he is by now, but I don’t think I’ll ever be. 

“Jesus Christ,” I stop to process the question. “No, buddy, you can go home. It’s getting late, and we all probably could stand to get some rest before actually opening.” 

With no hesitation, I hear Sam ask from the other room, “Does that include me also?” 

“Yes, go home!” I shout over to him.

The door chime rings suddenly, causing Josh and me to laugh, walking over to find whatever he is working on. Carefully tapping the frame to ensure it’s centered on the nail, he looks incredibly focused. 

“We can also be done for the night,” I tell him, putting my arm around his shoulders. 

“Well, even better news, that was the last thing I needed to hang.” He says.

“You’ve outdone yourself, really.” I compliment him. 

Patting my hand a few times, he tells me, “Did it up just right, and it’s all for you, brother.”

We stare at each other silently for a second. 

“I’m just elated to see you finally going for your dreams.” 

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Opening Night

The room glows in red from the neon signs we’ve hung, making everything feel real suddenly as I look at the locked door. We decided to open a little later in the day so the ambiance would be there. Also, who opens a bar on their first day at noon? 

“How are you feelin’?” Daniel asked, squeezing my shoulder to wake me up from my nervous state. 

“I’m not well.” 

He laughs at my response. “It’s going to be great, Jake.” 

I spent a moment trying to crack my knuckles before letting out the breath I had been holding. Listening to the quiet, jazzy riff that Sam is playing on the piano, tucked into the corner. 

“You think so?” turning to him for a bit of reassurance.

“Absolutely. I think you’re onto something great, buddy,” he tells me.

My hands shake as I turn the jukebox on for the first official time, hearing the music start playing throughout the bar; we all look at each other for a second with smiles plastered across all our faces. 

“Okay, it’s time,” I say as I turn the deadbolt. Seeing Josh pull the little chain on the ‘Open’ sign in the window makes my heart thump even louder. 

The moment feels like slow motion as the door opens, and it isn’t one of the four of us who have been working here. I had hardly taken two steps back when the chime went off. 

“Oh, sweetheart,” my mom gasps, stepping over the threshold, “This is wonderful.” 

She immediately pulls me into a hug; all my nerves disappeared in a simple gesture. 

“You did the damn thing, now didn’t ya bub?” Dad finally speaks up, giving me his signature side hug. 

Before I knew it, Josh was already toting our parents around the bar, showing them all the decor he was proud of finding. A few customers who weren’t family had started to trickle in and sit at the bar. 

“I actually made Jake meet me after work so he could help me pull this out of the dumpster,” Josh explains, louder than I wished he would. A collective “oooh” followed his statement, realizing that a handful of customers sitting close to the tour were also listening to him now. 

“I painted this for him,” he continues, pointing at his framed artwork. He’s always been artistic; his imagination was incredible.

 A miniature painting of Queen Anne’s Revenge sat in a gold frame. He’s always known that I love everything about pirates and their history. That was one of the first things he made for the bar when I told him I would officially buy it. 

“That’s beautiful,” our mom gasped, leaning in to look at the little details even closer. “You really did that, Sunshine?!” Her voice raises excitedly, causing even more customers to glance over. Covering my mouth with my hand, I try to contain the laugh. Josh really did turn into Mom over the years, huh? 

“You obviously know that Jake loves his pirates,”

“Oh, I sure do,” Mom says, “Remember when he would cry because his favorite pirate ship jammies needed to be washed?” 

“Alright, alright. Mum, we don’t need to bring it up,” I chime in, “ again,” shaking my head at the trip down memory lane.

My dad finally snuck away from the Grand Tour, found a seat at the bar, and started to make conversation with a few people. 

Glancing over to the door as it opens, Old Man Chuck strolls in, immediately making eye contact. He makes his way over to the corner stool at the bar. 

Without asking, I slide a beer over to him.

“Ya did a hell of a job, kid. Place looks wicked good,” he mumbles. 

“Thank you, Sir,” I matched his volume, “that one’s on me.” He gave me a subtle nod. 

Old Man Chuck wasn’t a man of many words, and I respected that. He took a chance to sell me the bar; I’ll always be grateful. It probably helps that I have spent plenty of nights here when he still owned it, but where else am I supposed to go when my apartment is only two floors above?

As the night goes on, people start trickling in. Living in Portland for so long, you realize everyone knows everyone. Considering we were rapidly approaching Thanksgiving, many people were home for the holidays and in need of a break from their families. 

I scan the bar to see if anybody hasn’t been tended to when I see Sam trying his hardest to converse with Chuck, and it’s not working. I walk over, touching his shoulder to get his attention.

“Sammy boy, can you just do a quick round and make sure everyone in the booths is good?” I quickly ask him.

“Aye, aye, Captain.” 

I watch as he makes his way to each table, collecting empty glasses and making occasional small talk with some of the groups.

“Everyone good over here?” I could hear him asking from behind the bar. 

Even though he would complain daily about helping out, I could tell he didn’t mind doing this part as much. I could never say to him because it would go straight to his head, and I’d never hear the end, but I’m incredibly proud of him. Poor kid hasn’t worked a day in his life, and I’ve been putting him through it for the last few months. 

“Oh, you sell things at the farmer’s market too?” he asks. “What’s your Instagram? I’ll follow you real quick!” 

He’s always been comfortable talking to people; he usually seems carefree. I’ve always admired how sure of himself he is. I don’t know if it’s the amount of time he spends outside or that he got a few years away from us, but he’s gotten much more comfortable with himself.

“So.. do you have a boy-“ 

All of that to say, he has absolutely no game with the ladies. 

“Hey bud, I told you to check on everyone,” I glance over at the girl and back at Sam, “not harass them.” 

“Jake, what are you doing?” he spits out, “I’m so sorry- uhh” 

I give him a quick double pat on the back and nod towards the bar. 

“Are you kidding? I was trying to–” Sam continues as I stroll behind the bar. “Do you actually hate me?” 

“You were not about to win her over, Sam,” I laugh. “She’s been making eyes at Daniel all night.” 

I watch him deflate, putting the dirty glasses he brought back in the bin beside me. 

“She doesn’t seem like your type anyway.” 

“And you know what my type is?” He questions with a smug look on his face. 

“She clearly wasn’t feisty enough to put up with your stubborn ass,” I quip back with a smile. 

Unimpressed with my response, he goes back to mingling with customers. I find myself watching him as he makes small talk. 

I probably shouldn’t step in on his attempts at flirting, but I could see that one imploding a little too quickly. 

I don’t have the best of luck with women myself. I haven’t been on a date in God knows how long. The bar has kept me so busy I don’t even consider it. There are too many things I need to think about constantly, and it wouldn’t be fair for me to do that to someone. 

Scanning the room, I notice a couple sitting together in one of the booths, his arm draped over her shoulders. The way she looks at him, gazing at him like he created the moon. Cradling his face with her tiny hand and pressing her lips to his cheek, a smile erupted across his face. Maybe one day.

“Come back to earth, honey,” followed by a few snaps, pull me out of my own world. 

“I’m sorry, Linda,” I laugh, “I’m happy to see you here.” 

Linda Graves, a sweet older lady, will quickly become one of our regulars. She runs a stand at our local farmer’s market and quickly became buddies with Sam. Her husband had recently passed when he first met her, but she was slowly making her way back out into the world. She’s an eccentric girl and, honestly, reminds me of Josh often. 

“Where’s the big guy?” she asks, making her bright red glasses bounce up and down suggestively. 

“You know he has a name–”

“I’m trying to play hard to get Jake. You’re supposed to be my wingman,” she whispers, gently smacking my arm,  “Did I use that right?”

Throwing my head back with a laugh, I said, “Oh god, you’re right!” 

Gesturing to Linda to give me one second, I find the man of her dreams, who is conveniently walking out of the bathroom as I turn into the hall. 

“I have a lovely little lady who would like to see you,” choking back the laugh. 

“Is it who I think it is?” Daniel asks, following me towards the bar, “Ahhh– there she is.”

He’s a good sport about most things, which is a refreshing outlook to have around, considering who my family is. 

“Hi there, beautiful,” he starts, and I watch her melt into a puddle over him. 

“Now, Lin, you know I’m gonna have to check your ID if you want to drink tonight.” He tells her with a little wink. 

“Oh, Danny. You make me feel so young,” Linda tells him. 

“What do you mean, sweetheart? You ARE young,”

“You cut it out now,” She giggles like a schoolgirl, “I look like a bag of bones. I think we both know I’m old.”

“You don’t look a day over 21.” He leans forward, holding himself on the bar. He knows exactly what he’s doing, making his arm muscles flex a little while he listens to her talk. I watch Linda taking little glances at his biceps while he talks. 

I see the towel he has sitting over his shoulder starting to slip, and I lean forward to catch it as it falls. Tossing it back over his shoulder, he gives me a slight nod since he is mid-sentence. 

“Good save,” Linda quips. 

“Thank you, thank you,” I send her a warm smile. 

I turn around immediately, bumping into Josh, his teeth on full display, giggling to himself. I haven’t seen him this happy in a while. 

“Having fun?” I ask. 

“Of course! I’m drunk!”

“I- uh- you’re what?” The panic lacing my voice is intense. 

“Jake,” he says while grabbing my shoulders, “I’m kidding.” 

Dropping my head back in relief that it was a joke, I’m disappointed I fell for it. 

“What a little shit you are,” I can’t help the laugh that escapes me.

“Who are you calling little? I’m five minutes older than you, bub.” He calls back over the music. 

I roll my eyes and walk off. He’ll never let that die. 

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“Excuse me.” 

I turn around to find a petite older lady sitting at the bar.

“Oh, I’m sorry, how are you this evening?” I ask. 

“Well, it’s much better now,” she batted her eyelashes at me. 

“I’m so happy to hear,” I hold in a laugh, “What can I get you to drink?”

“Do you have any Moscato or Rieslings? 

I smile as she asks, “Of course I do. Hang on” 

Turning around to the fridge where we store our white wine, I giggle quietly. 

Looks like I’ve gained my own Linda.  

I grab a glass and turn back to her, setting the glass in front of her. 

“I don’t know if you know this..” I pause, “I’m sorry, I never got your name?” 

“Eleanor”

“Well, Eleanor, I save this specific bottle of Moscato for only the sweetest of girls,” I tell her as I pour the chilled wine into her glass. 

“Oh, you stop,” She bashfully waves her hand toward me. 

I glance at her with a smirk cemented across my face.

“Here you go, darling,” I slide the glass across the bar to her.

I give her a second to take a sip, and I can hear the quiet hum telling me that the wine is what she was hoping for. 

“Actually,” I start, “I’d like to introduce you to someone. I think you would get along a little too well.” 

I look over to Linda, who has taken a break from flirting with Daniel for a moment so he can get some work done. Waving her over, she grabs her bag and downs the rest of her drink before walking around to Miss Eleanor and me. 

“Linda, this is Eleanor.” I introduce them and watch as they start to make small talk. 

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“Where are my boys?” Mom asks loudly. 

Somehow, we all heard her over the chatter of the bar. Sam was already closest to her, so he wrapped her up in a hug first. 

“I’m getting too old to be out this late, Buttercup,” she tells him.

“Ma, it’s only 10 PM,”

“I know, I know,” she says, patting his chest gently. 

Reaching out for Josh, who’s coming in hot for a hug. Wrapping her tightly and rocking her back and forth. 

“I love you,” Josh spoke with an inside voice. Something about our mom brought him down to earth. 

“Oh, I love you so much, Sunshine,” Mom leans back, holding him at arm’s length, “You did a fantastic job decorating.” 

“Thank you, Mama,” he mumbles, pulling her back for another hug. 

“Alright, where’s my extra son?” She looks around for a moment before making eye contact with Daniel. She waves him down, watching the smile creep onto his face as he approaches her. 

“Oh, my sweet little dumpling,” She has always had a soft spot for him, “I would never leave without a big hug from you.” She pulls him into a bear hug, rubbing his back a few times. 

“Missed you so much,” He can’t help the giggle that comes from him at the pet name he gained as a child. 

I stand there watching my brothers both say goodbye to our Dad, giving him quick hugs per usual. Dad was never one for the emotional situations, but he’s loosened up over the years. Looking over at me, he gestures for me to go to him. 

“I know we’ll see you guys in the morning,” he starts, looking down at the floor with his hands tucked in his pockets, “But I just want you to know. I really am proud of you, kid.” 

He looks back up at me, and his eyes look like they’re struggling to fight the emotion. 

“Thank you,” Without a second thought, I wrap my arms around him. 

He pats my back a few times before pulling away from the hug, “I can tell how much this place means to you, and I’m just so happy for you.” 

He points behind me, letting out a small laugh. 

I can hardly turn around before being bombarded by my mother. 

“I’m glad you made it for the opening night,” I whisper. 

“Sweetheart, I wouldn’t miss this,” She whispers back, pressing a few kisses to my cheek, “Can’t tell you enough how proud I am,” 

I place a kiss on the side of her head, “I love you, Mum.”

I let Sam walk our parents out, returning to my place behind the bar. Happily watching Josh mingle with customers, it’s nice to see him existing in an environment that suits him. He just beams when he gets to be social and himself; Josh is much too loud and animated for his current job, and he needs something like this. 

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“We’ll be back for sure!” rings through the bar as the last patrons walk out. 

Pulling the doors shut and locking us in, I spin on my heels to face Josh, Sam, and Daniel. We all just stare at each other for a few seconds, even though it feels longer, and we cannot contain the laughter of disbelief. We did it… I did it. 

Josh quickly closes the distance between us, pulling me into a hug. Being twins has created a very different bond; he’s my best friend. I don’t think I would have had the courage to purchase the bar if it hadn’t been for him in my ear reminding me that I could do it. 

“I just want you to know that,” Josh starts, “I’m so proud of you, and I will always be here to help you, even if you don’t want to ask for it,” his voice shakes slightly. 

“Thanks, bub. I love you,” squeezing Josh one more time. I hope he knows I’m always ready to do the same for him. 

“I think this calls for celebration, don’t you?” Daniel asks, walking over to us holding beers. 

“Cheers!” I holler, raising my beer for everyone to join. We all share a well-deserved celebratory moment after the last six months. 

I grab a towel from behind the bar, walking back to one of the tables where Sam collects cans and glasses.

“Isn’t this what Dad used to play all the time in the car?” Sam asks while I’m wiping down the table. I listen a little more closely, realizing it’s absolutely one of our dad’s favorite songs. 

“I was a little too tall, could’ve used a few pounds,” 

We sing along as it plays, laughing hard as I whip Sam with the towel. He flips me off before walking away with a few glasses in his other hand. 

We all slowly cleaned and serenaded each other, which made us giggle like a bunch of little kids. 

“Workin’ on our night moves,” 

Josh sings dramatically, holding his half-drunk beer like a microphone. 

“Mmmm, in the sweet summertime”

This time, he leaned over to me so we could sing together, just like we used to as kids in the back seat. 

“We were just young, restless, and bored,” Daniel sings as he walks from the back room. 

Suddenly, the piano starts ringing through the bar, and we all find Sam playing along with the jukebox. I’ll let it slide since he was incredibly helpful today.

“And we'd steal away every chance we could

To the backroom, to the alley or the trusty woods.”

I finish gathering all the trash and tossing the bags near the back door. Josh still plugging away, cleaning all the glasses while serenading us all. 

“And I waited on the thunder,”  I sing, turning to point at Josh, knowing that he will absolutely know what to do next. 

As expected, Josh belts out the line, “Waited on the thunder.” he always had a way of making the entire room laugh. 

“When you just don't seem to have as much to lose.”

I prop open the back door to bring the trash out. A robust and crisp breeze envelopes me. It smells like it could snow.

“Strange how the night moves

With autumn closin' in” 

I take a deep breath. The cold air is refreshing after a long night. After tossing the trash, I walk back inside to the sound of hysterical laughter. The three of them bent over in a fit of giggles as they all yelled the backing vocals. 

“(Night moves) I remember, I remember, I remember, I remember.” 

In the moment, I think to myself, If you can’t beat em, join em. I drape my arm over Josh’s shoulders as I shout with them. Giving him a double pat on his chest as we all laugh together. 

“Alright, boys, let’s go home,” I tell them in my finest English accent. 

I make my way over to the door, holding it open for them to file through. I took one last glance over to make sure we took care of everything.

“I remember, I remember,” I sing under my breath, flipping the lights off.

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My OCs, aka Axel’s Brainpals

I have many hyperfixations, my friends. Some of them I even create myself, as a treat, that way there is truly no escape nor end to my suffering 😌

These three are OCs of mine that are very dear to my heart, who I have crafted lovingly and who are currently running amok in my google docs. I’ve dubbed them/their story “Epiphytes” for now. They are set in modern day (2010s) and are continuously evolving to become more unique and fleshed out as I write them. I hope you enjoy learning about them and please feel free to send me any questions if you’re interested in knowing more!!

Phineas “Finn” Morgan

Age: 25

Sexuality: Bisexual

Gender: Cisgender male

Birthday: February 25 (Pisces)

Appearance: about 5’ 10”, but looks taller due to his long limbs, swimmer’s build, white hair/skin and violet-red eyes due to albinism, androgynous features especially in face and hands, doesn’t wear glasses often but has them (prefers contacts), very poor vision, loppish wavy hair that can often be unruly/windswept looking

Personality: subdued but friendly, a little socially awkward at times but often endearing, tendency for skittishness which he can overcompensate for by being overly sincere, fiercely loyal and protective, a little codependent, fretful nature but is earnest in his attempt to trust people and remain calm, anxiety/PTSD which manifests in periodic insomnia that makes him forgetful/emotional, intelligent and bookish but worldly as well with a slight propensity for coming off as just a tiny bit pretentious, creative and romantic, “soul of a poet” kind of guy

Family: Patrick Alexander Morgan, father (deceased); Heather Morgan, mother (deceased); Kenton “Kenny” Daniels, foster brother

Occupation: teaching assistant, graduate student of classic & romantic literature

Fun facts: plays piano and can sing well but doesn’t, dislikes sweets but loves marshmallows/s’mores, functionally bilingual in Spanish and English, has 4 dogs all named after dogs from famous literature, favourite comfort show is We Bare Bears, favourite food is a BLT on sourdough bread, tea over coffee, loves romcoms and thunderstorms, favourite music is 80s rock/pop but will scream-sing Lana Del Rey and Hozier

Emmanuel José Domingo Alvarez (Manny Domingo)

Age: 25

Sexuality: Gay/Demi

Gender: Cisgender male

Birthday: June 30 (Cancer)

Appearance: athletic build, bulky and toned, around 5’ 8”, brown skin and eyes (Guatemalan), curly black hair which he keeps relatively short along with short facial hair (scruff), strong jawline and nose, large mouth and “smiling” eyes, sort of “hunky/dreamy” looking

Personality: extremely sweet and loving, happy-go-lucky, very emotionally insightful and empathetic, can be over protective and over enthusiastic at times, optimistic but not unrealistic, though sometimes can fall prey to toxic positivity (doesn’t like to dwell on negative emotion which can make him bottle things up), often assumes the role of mediator or peace keeper but does it more out of love than fear of conflict, animal lover, seems like the “dumb jock” but is very thoughtful, strong sense of equality, teacher’s pet vibes but genuinely because he likes school, charismatic and respectful, “will try anything once” kind of guy

Family: Santiago “Diego” Domingo, father; Mariana Alvarez, mother; 1 younger brother he doesn’t know

Occupation: physical trainer, graduate student of physical therapy

Fun facts: excellent dancer, sweet tooth/snacky in general, bilingual in Spanish and English, can get competitive especially during sports, loves board games for this reason, favourite comfort show is whatever anime he’s currently binging, black coffee, favourite food is anything his dad makes or Pad Thai, also loves romcoms, favourite music is 80s hits and 90s alt punk (big fan of Sublime and Green Day)

Violet Roberta Hughes

Age: 21

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Gender: Cisgender female

Birthday: November 2 (Scorpio)

Appearance: short (5 feet), very soft features all around, midsize/curvy, green eyes and LOTS of dark black-brown hair that is wavy/loosely curly naturally, “luscious” lips and demure/angelic facial features, doe-like eyes, higher cheekbones

Personality: dynamic and magnetic, she says what she means, but has a tendency to fall in love fast and then get hurt hard after, wants people to be better than they are, passionate and outspoken, sometimes too forgiving of people especially if she loves them, perfectionist at times with things she feels are important, takes herself seriously but doesn’t let it prevent her from finding joy in small things, determined when trying new things, open-minded and affectionate, a little dorky when she’s comfortable

Family: Nadine Hughes, mother; Robert Hughes, father; Patricia “Trisha” Long, step-mother

Occupation: undergraduate student, biology

Fun facts: LOVES dogs, enjoys arts and crafts and homemade gifts, really good cook but a better baker, went through a “goth phase” in high school but still loves the aesthetic, loves horror movies, favourite comfort show is American Horror Story (season one) or Breaking Bad, loves flavoured lattes and is definitely a Starbucks girly, favourite food is sushi/poke, favourite music is 00s alternative (FOB/Panic), also likes Mitski, Mother Mother, and modern folk/indie

Relationship

Finn & Manny grew up together and had an established, borderline codependent relationship before Violet was introduced. After many years and various iterations of their friendship and love, Finn & Manny decided on an open relationship, and about 2 years later, Finn met and fell very hard in love with Violet. At first, Violet was worried about engaging in non monogamy but now self-identifies as polyamorous. The three of them are essentially a “throuple” with no primary partnership. They each have a different type of bond with the other but overall they’re SO very much in love with each other. 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

I could scream more about them but I’ll chill for now 😜 Thanks for letting me blabber about these three I love them they are tiny babies I carry them in my pocket every day.

[jake-kiszkas-smirk]

Here Comes the Sun (part 26)

Danny Wagner X Fem OC X Josh Kiszka

18+ only, minors DNI

Warnings: talk of death and dying.

Danny's POV

"So whats the plan after your appointment?" I asked, carrying the bowl of cereal over to Rose who was wrapped in sheets on the pallet of pillows we both slept on.

"I have to pack for my trip with Josh, we leave tomorrow." She said as she took a bite

"You haven't packed yet?" I asked in shock, she was usually a plan ahead type girl

"Daniel, you've been keeping me a little distracted" She smirked over and I nodded with a grin

"Are you complaining, because you weren't complaining last night...or this morning" I said returning her smirk,

"Never," She leaned over and kissed my cheek,

"Are you nervous about your appointment today?" I asked as I tried to read the expression on her face

"I was, but I talked to Thorne, he's had stitches like 3 times and he said it wasn't that bad to get them taken out" she said as she stirred her cereal

"You still want me to come with you?" I asked, she looked at me like I was insane

"Of course I do, why... do you not want to?"

"No of course, I do, I was just making sure" I laughed, she nodded as she looked back to her cereal,

"Danny," She paused as if looking for words, "When I get really bad, like really, really sick, I hope you know I don't expect you to stick around and take care of me. I've been looking into it and it's going to get really bad, and I just...I don't want you to have to deal with that." He voice had started to falter,

"Rose, I want to be there for you, doing all I can, I love you and I want to be there with you for every part of it, whether its laughing, crying, or just being in your presence. I want all the time with you I can get. " I pulled her close to me, cradling her face against my chest

"I just don't want you to remember me like that" she sniffled. I felt tears welling in my eyes, thinking of her like that, close to the end.

"What if I promise to only remember the good things. Our first date, the night I met you at the party, the time you ran me over with your longboard, or these last 2 days." I said, holding back my tears as best I could.

"Only the good things?" She asked, holding me tighter

"Only the good things" I repeated, kissing the top of her head. She nodded,

"Also, I wanted to say thank you." she said pulling back a little,

"For what?" I asked,

"Well, for last night obviously, but also for treating me more normal. I know it's hard for you cause you worry about me, but I really appreciate the effort." She said taking my hand,

"I've really been trying, I promise to keep treating you as normal as possible." I said, and she smiled softly,

"I love you" She said pulling me into a kiss,

"I love you." I replied

*******

We sat in the office waiting for the doctor to come in. She picked at her nails so I took her hands in mine and gave her a reassuring smile.

"You're gonna do great, you've handled everything they've thrown at you so far, this is going to be a breeze." I kissed her forehead.

"You always know what to say Danny Wagner, how did I get to lucky." She said, causing me to blush, and just then the doctor walked in.

"Hello Rose, if you lay back on the exam table this should only take a second and we can get you out of here." He said with a smile as he put his gloves on. She hesitantly did as he asked and looked at the instruments he was picking up.

"So, the other night when I was reading you that book, it said something about a double agent," She looked at me, her eyes lighting up at the fact that I was actually paying attention, "Have you figured out who it is yet?" I asked. She winced slightly as the doctor started removing the stitches from her scalp. "Cause personally from what I read I think it's that guy...his name started with an 'L'?"

"Lyrian?" she giggled at me forgetting the name, but then her eyes got wide, "Oh my gosh, that would make sense!" She said excitedly, "Wait a minute..did you skip and read the end after I fell asleep?" She glared at me playfully,

"I swear I didn't" I smiled back at her, still holding her hands. "I am interested to figure out who it is though" I admitted,

"We can start reading it together if you want," She said sweetly, her eyes glimmering. I knew she loved reading, and the fact that she wanted to share that with me made my heart melt.

"Yeah, I'd like that" I said. The doctor rolled his chair away,

"All done, your boyfriend did a excellent job of keeping you calm, he's a keeper." He smiled. I stood in shock for a moment over him calling me her boyfriend.

"I know he is" She grinned up at me. The doctor gave her some instructions for monitoring the rest of the healing process and we were out the door.

"Rose?" I asked as we walked towards the car,

"Yes babe?" She asked, looking up at me,

"Am I your boyfriend?" I asked shyly. "The doctor just said it and it made me think,"

"You're my Danny," She replied confidently, "You're so much more than my boyfriend at this point, you're like..I don't even have the words for all that you are to me." she paused,  I felt my heart swell, "But if you'd like me to call you my boyfriend I will"

"I just like how it sounds, I guess because at one point thats all I wanted." I shrugged "Just hearing you say it makes me happy"

"Well.." she grinned as she turned in front of me, "Will my boyfriend take me to get a slushie on the way home?" I couldn't hide the toothy grin on my face,

"Your boyfriend would love to take you to the slushie place on the way home" I knew she was partially teasing me, I opened the car door for her and smacked her ass as she got in. She rolled her eyes and I stuck my tongue out at her as I walked around the front of the car. We stopped by the slushie place and she got blue raspberry and I got cherry. We could never choose which flavor we wanted so we would always get one of each and switch drinks halfway through. We got back to the apartment and slipped our shoes off, we put on comfy clothes and I helped her start packing.  Making sure she had her medications and emergency contacts updated was my priority.  Once all that was in place I started helping her fold clothes.

"Are you excited for the trip?" I asked as I folded a pair of jeans

"We don't have to talk about this" She said as she situated stuff in her suitcase

"What do you mean?" I asked confused, she stopped and turned to me,

"I just know you don't really like hearing about stuff with me and Josh" She said with a shrug, "So we don't have to talk about it." 

"If I'm honest, I'm starting to get used to it.  I know I make you happy, and I know you love me.  I'm confident in that." I paused, trying not to sound too cocky, "But I know Josh also makes you happy, and he also loves you.  You deserve all the happiness in the world, and we both give that to you, so I'm fine with it.   Maybe just leave out some of the details if you talk about him" I added as I rubbed the back of my neck nervously.

"Why are you so perfect?" She asked as she walked over to me, holding my face as I sat on the edge of the bed,

"Because I love you. And I want you to have everything you want in this world." I said, placing my hands on her hips.  She shook her head in disbelief and pulled me into a deep kiss.  I'd never get tired of her kisses.  "I am going to miss you though" 

"I'm going to miss you too, It's only 4 days but I promise to call you every day," She said, leaning her forehead against mine.   I nodded as she pulled away and kissed my nose before turning back to her suitcase. She grabbed her headache pills and took one with a glass of water on her dresser.

"You ok?" I asked as plainly as possible,

"Yeah, just a small headache." She replied as she closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

"Do you want to take a shower? Those always seem to help?" I offered,

"I think I might" She said quietly,

"I can cook you some dinner while you're in there" I said motioning to the kitchen,

"Will you come with me? I'm scared I'm going to get dizzy" She said as she walked towards the bathroom. I was proud of her for admitting she might need help.

"Of course I will angel." I said, "I'd never turn down a shower with you" I winked, trying to make light of the situation. She gave me a soft smile as she turned into the bathroom. We both stripped down and I turned on the shower. Her lids where already getting heavy as we stepped into the stream of water. She stood facing me, closed her eyes and leaned her forehead on my sternum as we wrapped our arms around each other. The stream of water was hitting the back of her neck and she took a deep breath. We stood there for a really long time before I felt her knees buckle slightly and she abruptly lifted her head,

"I fell asleep" she said with a dazed smile, her pain medication obviously working.

"Why don't we get you in bed then, I caught you this time but I don't want to drop you." I suggested, she nodded slowly. I turned off the water and helped her dry herself off, wrapping a towel around myself, clothes were optional at this point, no one else was here. I picked her up, not risking her walking the measly 15 feet to her bed. I placed her in the bed,

"Here, lets braid your hair really quick so it doesn't tangle" I said as she moved to lay on her stomach,

"You know how to braid?" She asked in a surprised but groggy tone. I couldn't help but laugh, as I covered her with the comforter, pulling her hair from under it and combing my fingers through it

"Yes, not well, but a little." I said as I started, separating the strands and crossing them. Her eyes closed as I finished braiding it, securing it with a hairtie I had on my finger. I got up, opting to go look for something to cook for dinner for when she'd wake up.

"Where are you going?" I turned around a little shocked, I thought she had already fallen asleep,

"I was gonna-" I started

"Stay with me," she said, scooting over and pulling back the blanket, welcoming me into the bed with her. She closed her eyes again, knowing I would oblige. "I want my boyfriend to cuddle with me." I rolled my eyes with a smile as I dropped the towel from my waist and crawled in next to her, pulling her against me,

"You're never going to stop calling me that now are you," I whispered as I kissed her jaw,

"Nope." She said, pulling me closer and sighing deeply before falling asleep.

*****

The next morning we got up really early so I could drop her off at Josh's place. I made sure she had a good breakfast and carried her bags out to the car. I held her thigh all the way to Josh's house, wanting contact as long as I could have it before she left. I knew Josh would take good care of her, but I was still a little nervous she'd be so far away from me if anything did happen.

"You're going to call me every day right?" I asked sheepishly, she put her hand on top of mine,

"Yes Babe," She said in a calming tone, she must have heard the nervousness in my voice, "I'll be fine."

I nodded, trying to compose myself as I suddenly felt very emotional. Her eyes lingered on me as her thumb moved over my hand,

"What if I text you every few hours, will that help you feel better?" She suggested. I swallowed hard as I nodded, trying to keep my emotions at bay.

"You got it, anything for my Danny." she winked. We got closer to Josh's house and she suddenly leaned forward in her seat, digging through her bag, "I almost forgot, read this while I'm gone so you can catch up and we can read the rest when I get back" she handed me the book I had bought her. I parked in Josh's driveway and flipped through the pages and saw all her little scribbles and notes in the margins "If you still want to read it together" she added shyly

"Absolutely I do, I can't wait to read it with you." I said leaning over the console. We both got out of the car and I helped her put her suitcase beside Josh's car. "I hope you have the best time, I love you." I said pulling her into my arms and holding her tightly.

"I love you" She said, tilting her head up so we could kiss. I kissed her for a long time before finally willing myself to pull away. I gave her one more kiss on the forehead before turning and making my way to my car. My eyes were stinging and for a moment I couldn't understand why I was getting so emotional, but I couldn't let her see it. When I got in my car and started driving it hit me, tears falling down my face. If it was this hard to tell her goodbye for only 4 days, how was I supposed to tell her goodbye forever.

[citygirlcharlotte]

The Sister Halstead (Part 4)

Masterlist

Pairings: Hank Voight x Female OC, Will & Jay Halstead x Sister!OC

Warnings: Light Angst

It was a month of perfect bliss, seeing Henry nearly every other day and spending more time with my brothers then every before. I was riding a high of happiness I hadn’t experienced in a while and I was really enjoying it. 

“Come back to bed.” I whined at Henry as he got up this morning. 

He’d spent every night we were together over at mine but unfortunately for me, he’s still making me be “patient” as he likes to call it. He wouldn’t even let me suck him off but he’s more than happy to spend hours between my legs, not that I’m complaining.

We’d gone on lunch dates, picnics, ice cream runs, movie nights, you name and I was quickly falling for this amazing man. I cared very little that he was older than me because he treated me right but one thing that did bother me was that I felt like he was holding out on me regarding his life. Granted, I did some of the same, but he rarely shared anything with me about him personally. 

“I’ll be right back.” He yelled, heading into the kitchen. 

The more I stewed on the fact that I barely knew Henry, the more upset I was getting. 

When he came back, I haled up under the blankets and a little quiet. Usually when he got back into bed, I’d cuddle back into him immediately but when I kept my distance, he was skeptical.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, turning towards me. 

“I know nothing about you Henry. Were you married before? Do you have kids? Were you born and raised in Chicago? I don’t know anything.” I stated, turning towards him slightly and tucking myself under the blanket as I stared at him softly. 

I wasn’t trying to start anything, but I could see us getting serious and I was feeling an information disparity. 

He let out a large sigh slumped into the pillows. 

“Yes, yes and yes” He answered. 

I just laid there, waiting for him to continue. 

“My wifes name was Camille, she died a while back from Cancer. One bio kid, Justin. He was murdered a few years ago. He had a twin sister, but she was still born. I have a foster daughter Erin, she’s in New York Now being an incredible detective.” He admitted. 

He didn’t quite seem 100% comfortable admitting this to me but I was happy he did. 

“I’m sorry.” I said quietly. All he did was shrug and grabbed my hand to hold. 

“What about you?” He asked me. 

“I was born in Chicago and raised between here and New York. My dad was an engineer too, he had opened offices here and there so I went back and forth for a while. When I got my degrees, I started my career in New York and then decided to transfer here when I found out that I had two older brothers. My mom had a one night stand with some guy here but my dad Charles fell in love with her and raised me as his own. I wasn’t interested in finding another dad but I was interested in two siblings.” I explained. 

“Who are your brothers?” He asked me. 

“In due time. I’d like to introduce you guys eventually but when I know this is something for keeps.” I told him. 

He nodded slightly. 

“I’m not trying to rush us into anything Henry, I promise. I really like what we have going on and I’d like to continue this, I just want you to know that.” I admitted.

He nodded, bringing my head to lay on his chest. 

“I like what we have too sweetheart. I still don’t think it’s a good idea for you to get involved with me. I’ve done things I’m not proud in my life and I live with a lot of guilt for it. I’d probably never be able to be completely honest with you, I’ll never really be able to talk to you about my work life and my circle of loved ones are confined to my team of detectives and Erin, my foster daughter, Olive, my daughter in law and my grandson.” 

“You’re a grandpa?” I asked, intrigued. 

“Yeah, Daniel. He and his mom live in Arizona now.” 

“You see him often?” I asked. 

“Not really. I’ve got no one left.” He admitted. 

I could feel some sadness in his tone and tried to give him some comfort by running my hand up and down his chest. 

“I’m here if you’ll have me Henry, never forget that.” I whispered, placing a small kiss on his shoulder. 

I was distracted the rest of the day, thinking of his story. I didn’t know how to express to him that I want to be with him without making him feel like I was suffocating him. Something told me he would push me away if he felt like I was getting too close too quickly. 

“You okay?” Jay asked me. 

He and Will had come over for dinner as I told them I was in the mood for cooking. Something told me Henry wasn’t going to come over after this mornings admissions. 

“Yeah just some guy stuff.” I shrugged. 

“Henry? What he do?” Will questioned. 

“He didn’t do anything. He just shared some personal information and that man has experienced so much loss in his lifetime that it’s devastating. I could not have survived anything he has.” 

“So you’re sad for him?” Jay asked. 

“I guess but it’s more that I’m trying to find a way to let him know that I’m here for him without him feeling like I’m sticking my noise in his business. He seems like he’d run if he felt like that.” I explained. 

“I wish I could offer some great brotherly advice here but I have no idea.” Will offered. 

“Well as someone with deep rooted Trauma & PTSD, I’d suggest just being a constant presence in his life without being smothering.” Jay said. 

“I like him a lot but I feel like he’s one of those people who experienced so much loss that he doesn’t think he either can or deserves to be happy.” 

“You in love?” Jay asked taking a large sip of his beer.

“It’s too early for that but I can see myself falling down the rabbit hole for this one, you know?” 

“I was there. She rejected me but I get what you mean.” Jay compromised. 

We toasted to complicated relationships and laid into the gorgeous surf and turf I had waiting for us before heading into a halstead sibling movie night. 

Around midnight, I was in a halstead sandwich, somewhere under Jay’s leg but on top of Will’s back when my doorman bell rang. 

“Yes?” I answered it. 

“I have a bouquet of flowers for you from Henry.” The doorman called up. 

“Can you bring them up please?” I request. 

“Of course, ma’am.” 

A few minutes later I was hand and hand with a bouquet of beautiful roses and a little note card. 

Give me time sweetheart and I’m all yours. – Henry 

“That looks promising.” Will commented. 

I jumped from surprise as I didn’t even realize he was looking over my shoulder. 

“It does, doesn’t it?!” I exclaimed with a large smile and a little shoulder shake. 

“You go girl.” He cheered with a roll of his eyes. 

“Shut up.”

-

I hadn’t seen Henry in a week but I couldn’t say that I was complaining. He and his team were working hard to solve some case and he texted me as much as he could. Something told me that he wasn’t looking after himself because of how crazy this week had been so I ended up having breakfast and dinner delivered from some of my favorite spots to him. That always prompted a good morning or a good night next. 

I guess crime was really rampant this week because Jay was hardly around either. If we were all available, we ended up doing a sibling dinner at least once a week. Will had been fighting with Natalie recently so he took up residence in my spare bedroom as of recently. With a lack of Henry this week, the company was nice, but Will and I were a dangerous combination of bimbo and himbo sometimes.

“How bottomless are these mimosa’s?” Will asked. 

I had taken Will to the Langham for brunch, and we were going hard on a Friday morning. Thank God he was off today. 

“We ubered here for a reason, there is no going back.” I reminded him. 

We settled into comfortable conversation and a 5 course tasting menu quickly. 

“Why are you and Nat fighting so much recently?” 

“She just got back from her sabbatical right and we got back to together because our feelings haven’t changed, right? Well I’m thinking of asking Jay for our mothers wedding ring.” He confessed. 

“What?!” I exclaimed. 

“Thinking is the key word there. All these arguments are gnawing at me recently, I mean I’m basically living with you this week.” He groaned. 

“What are the arguments about?” I asked. 

“Mostly her ex-husband. Well deceased husband.” He clarified. 

I didn’t know how to respond to that so we just ordered another round of drinks. 

“Wanna do some shopping?” I asked as we walking out of the Langham. 

“Sure.” He agreed, as we headed in the direction of the nearest shopping center. 

I looped my arm around my brothers and pulled him into a few stores before finally Hermes. 

“Hear me out, matching “H” bracelets? We get one for Jay too?” I asked, pulling him towards the jewelry.

We had decided on a fully black one for Jay, a black and gold one for Will and the female version of the black and gold for myself. We were just about to head out when my SA came over and let me know she had an offer for me. 

“Where are we going?” Will asked as I led him to the presentation room. 

“I’m about to be offered a bag.” I whispered.  

We got the whole experience of champagne, small gifts and then of course, the offer. As soon as I saw the color and the hardware, I told her I’d take it. 

“Should I box it up?” She asked. 

“No need. You can keep the box, I’ll just take the dust bag. I’m going to use it now.” I told her, throwing the clutch I already had with me into the bag and going to pay. 

“Today is the best day ever!” I lamented as we walked out the store. 

I felt my phone buzz in my bag and saw Natalie was calling me. 

“Why is Nat calling me?” I asked out loud. 

Will just shrugged. 

“I haven’t been answering her calls.” He admitted. 

“Hey Nat.” I answered. 

“Hey Charlie can I speak with will?” She asked. 

“Yeah, one sec.” I said, handing the phone to him. 

I watched a wave of emotion cross Will’s face before he promptly hung up on her. 

“We have to go to Med.” He stated, immediately pulling me to the road to hail a cab. 

“What’s going on? Is Nat okay?” I asked frantically. 

“It’s Jay. He’s been shot.” 

---

Hi darlings, would anyone be interested in a tag list?

[redhead-batgal]

Type: Two-Shot {A really really long part-one}

Part Two: Here

Pairing: Fem! and Librarian! Reader x Dick Grayson/Nightwing

Content: Cursing, flirtations, violence, reader with serious anxiety and some minor implications. Fluff, so much fluff.

P.S: An OC of mine is making an appearance in this so yeah just a heads up, it’s not the reader but she will be in it. Anyways, enjoy!

Word Count (So y’all know what you’re getting yourself into): 12,709 words

Y/N: Your Name, L/N: Last Name

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You hadn't meant for anyone to see, you thought that after hours of no patrons it would be fine, however you were wrong. It was more embarrassing than anything, embarrassing all because it wasn't just anyone who had caught you. No it just had to be the first man you found yourself crushing on since the nasty break up with your Ex, Daniel. It just had to be Dick Grayson who caught you dancing through the aisle as you reshelved books, of course it did. It was just your luck.

A pop song had played on the radio as you drove in to work and it had gotten stuck in your head, when everything went quiet at the library, you felt the need to sing. And singing, usually led to dancing, reshelving the books was just for something productive to do really.

You had just slid a book back onto the shelf when the song in your head had a melody that seemed perfectly twirl worthy. So, you started twirling. And then you kept twirling, hoping to spin your entire way back to your desk to grab more books. However, before you made it to your desk you slammed straight into someone.

Instead of going tumbling to the ground like you expected, you felt hands on your waist steadying you. Blinking, you looked and found Dick Grayson smiling at you.

Shit.

Heat flushed your cheeks and you're fairly sure you let out a squeak or a squawk in surprise, due to the fact that Jason suddenly began coughing and hitting his chest. That unfortunately made you realize exactly what had just happened.

Twirling and slamming straight into Dick.

Fucking shit.

You felt like an idiot and shame burned bright on your cheeks. You were seconds from going into an all out panic at not only being caught doing your guilty pleasure, but you had seriously embarrassed yourself in front of your crush. A habit that you wished had died in high school.

Almost as if he sensed your panic, Dick instantly let go of you and took a step back. You nodded in thanks, feeling the terror climb up your throat as the thoughts slammed into you.

He's going to think you're too weird, he'll never talk to you again

You tried to push the thoughts back or counter them. It wasn't true, Dick was nice and something as small as catching you twirling wouldn't drive him away right? ....... Oh no, this wasn't good. He was probably never going to forget this, forever remembering you as the bumbling fool who twirled right into him.

As if he'd think of you, The thoughts seethed.

You forced a smile and it was then you realized he had said something to you. He was looking at you expectantly... he had asked you a question. A friendly smile was on his face and you tried to remember what he asked you.

Taking small glances at his face you realized that you had squeaked out a sorry instinctively after slamming into him. But other than that you couldn't recall what he said and even more panic raced over you.

He's going to think your an ass for not listening when he was speaking, it's rude and you are one

Resisting shoving your face into your hands you let out a small sigh and squeezed your eyes shut. If you wanted to answer his question, you were going to have to ask him to repeat it.

You ran through possible excuses and two popped into your head instantly.

Sorry long day, could you repeat that?

What was the question again?

The first one seemed perfect so you opened your mouth to speak and then you met his gaze.

"Sorrylongquestionrepeatthatday?"

He blinked and you saw the confusion on his face and you nearly wince. You knew that you could get it if you tried again.

Unfortunately you were wrong.

"Sorrypleaserepeatthaquestlong."

"What?"

Wincing you put a hand to your face and dragged it across it. Avoiding his gaze with your hands balled into fists you raised your voice slightly.

"Uh. sorry. can. you. please. repeat. the. question?" You remark slowly, pausing to make sure none of the words blur together again.

"Oh, yeah sure. I asked what you were doing that caused you to run into me? It looked like you were having fun, so I got a little curious. "

FUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK

"Oh uhm, well- uh it's super embarrassing, so I- uh- like- yeah." You stumbled over a reply before holding two thumbs up.

He looked at you confused for a moment before you decide not facing him was the best way to get through this. Moving quickly towards your desk, which was only a few feet away, you internally began planning your own funeral.

Moving behind the desk you sank down into your chair and spun around. Finding the top of a dark head you blinked until you saw the head raise and realized it was just Damian. He looked at your for a few seconds before narrowing his eyes and placing a book on the counter.

"Last time you recommended this book."

Picking up the book you looked at the title and cover. It was a standalone book by an author you rather liked, when the young boy had asked for a recommendation you nearly jumped for joy. Recommending books was one of your favorite things to do as a librarian.

"Yes, did you like it- sorry. Did you enjoy it?" You asked as you flipped through the pages, a habit to make sure nothing was stuck in the book and to keep you calm.

Something you realized with the youngest Wayne, was he preferred to be treated as an adult- or how he thought adults should be treated. So you pretend he was a scholar and talked to him as such. Damian appeared to be happy with the way you treated him and didn't completely hate you so you were content... at least for now.

"It was... adequate. Do you have any other recommendations?"

A smile played on your lips as you set the book down and a calming wave raced over you. Books were the one thing you could talk about and never falter, they were the one thing you knew so much about that you were sure you couldn't mess up talking about it.

"Well this author has multiple books that they've written... what was it about the book that made it... satisfactory? Was it the plot, the characters, or the writing style? Maybe even the genre?"

Damian's brow furrowed and you realized he didn't exactly know what he liked about the book. However, before you could offer to pick out another book for him, the boy nodded and stepped back from your desk.

"I will look into the other novels. Thank you."

He turned and began heading towards the aisles, the smile exploded on your face and you called after him.

"Happy to help."

Less than a minute later, Dick followed Damian shooting you a small smile. You instinctively looked down as your shame from earlier slammed into you yet again. After a minute or two you looked up and noticed how both he and Damian were out of sight. A sigh of relief escaped you and Jason came up to your desk, an eyebrow raised.

"You really fucked that up, you know." He remarked, setting a few books down.

Due to him constantly coming around and talking to you about books, you had become somewhat comfortable around Jason.

Rolling your eyes you waved a hand at him, "Oh buzz off asshole."

With a small smile on his face he raised his hands and shrugged. He apparently found your humiliation amusing, which did not surprise you. 

"I'm just saying." Jason said with a mischievous smile on his face. 

You gave him an irritated look and replied, "And I'm just saying I never asked."

He blinked almost in surprise and he raised an eyebrow at you and you dropped his gaze. Despite knowing him fairly well you still had a hard time looking him, or anyone else really, in the eyes for long periods of time. There was only really one person you didn’t mind looking in the eyes... and that of course was because it wasn’t his eyes you were looking into, but a mask. Before your thoughts could drift towards your vigilante friend a comment yanked you back into reality. 

"Well someone's touchy today."

You gave Jason a look, he was seriously testing your patience today. It was bad enough that he just stood there and laughed as you made a complete fool of yourself in front of your crush. You had expected him to at least help you out a little bit but he didn’t even though he knew how you felt about his brother... Maybe it was because of that.

He smiled at you and that only intensified your anger, you glared at him and he took a step back looking slightly defensive. If there was one thing about yourself you were proud of, it was your glare. You had been told that it scared even the bravest of Gotham’s vigilantes... though now that you think about it that was probably a sarcastic comment. 

"Hey,” Jason began leaning onto your desk, “as your friend I felt I should tell you."

Rolling your eyes you shook your head and began checking the book Damian had returned back in, "Of course you did."

Out of the corner of your eye you saw him narrow his eyes and move in closer to the desk. He was giving you a look almost as if he was daring you to say that again. 

"What's that supposed to mean?" He asks his voice pitching.

Sometimes, he’s rather sensitive. Shooting him looks out of the corner of your eyes you tried to fight off the smile that was working its way onto your face.

"Take a guess."

He lets out a slight huff and curses under his breath as if he realized you were messing with him. Peeking at him you find Jason shaking his head, a amused-yet-irritated smile on his face. You reached over and grabbed a couple of books in need of reshelving and placed the one you just checked in on top. You stared at the cover of the book at the top of your stack and you realized to reshelf this book you would probably have to see Dick... something that you really didn’t want to do. 

Suddenly you replayed what happened in your head and embarrassment washed over you yet again. Fiddling with the pile you bit your lip then you shot Jason a look, hesitating slightly before you finally asked.

"Was I obvious and awkward or just an awkward mess?"

He shrugged as he gave you a look of contemplation. Rubbing his face he remarked, "Well I can't really say because I know you have the hots for him."

Your jaw dropped and you swatted at him, your face turning pink. He ducked away from your hand laughing and you glared at him. You cleared your throat and looked around. Standing no more than three feet away was an old lady you knew by the name of Whitney. She was sweet, but she loved to gossip. And you hardly needed your personal drama- well not drama, love life- it wasn’t really even your love life... you hardly needed personal things out and about, being talked about during Thursday’s bridge club. 

The only way you could continue your conversation in any privacy was to walk around and reshelf books. Picking the pile up, you paused to slide the book on top to the bottom, before you began walking towards the aisle. Motioning with your head for Jason to follow you.

“Come on,” 

You walked to where the new book on top needed to be reshelved, it just so happened to be on the other side of the library to your relief. You slid the book back where it belonged then set your pile on an empty space on the shelf in front of you. Leaning against the shelf behind you, you grabbed at a loose strand of hair that you missed when pulling it up into a messy bun that morning. Twirling the stay strand around your finger you let out a sigh and looked at Jason. You felt as if you had to explain. 

It wasn’t just a minor crush you had, not really. After the whole mess with Daniel you were honestly surprised you could like any man that way again. Yet somehow you found yourself feeling that way about Dick, he was nice and funny, and sweet and- you could go on and on. Letting out a sigh you bit your lip again.

"I do not have the hots for him, I- I-." You stumbled to explain exactly what you were feeling. 

"You fancy him?" Jason inquired, a smile quirked on his lips as he leaned in. 

You laughed slightly, shaking your head, "Have you been reading Jane Austen again?"

"No,” He replied, his smile slowly fading, “what is it about him that you like?"

“Well,” You began hearing your voice crack slightly. 

You didn’t really know how to explain it, and trying would only make you feel like a bitch if you didn’t explain it right. 

“I don’t really know how to explain it,” You sighed before you unraveled the strand from your finger and put your hands behind your back, “He’s super nice and sweet and funny. He- he’s nice to me but he doesn’t pity me despite knowing about... despite knowing about what happened with Daniel. I know that I find his presence comforting-”

Jason snorted, then remarked, “So comforting that you can’t speak?”

You let out a scoff and shook your head.

“He’s just so....”

“Ridickulos?” Jason laughed as he shook his head, “I’m sorry I had to do that one. If he found out I didn’t he’d never forgive me.” 

You rolled your eyes and shoved Jason before studying the bookshelf in front of you.

“Amazing, he’s fun and cool and- I have a hard time talking around him because- because I think I can’t really compare to him. I mean I’m a mess most of the time, barely able to make a coherent sentence without having to repeat it a bajillion times and yet he doesn’t treat me differently. I get so scared that if and I were to become friends he’d find out how weird I actually am and suddenly not want to be friends with me anymore. Worse when I talk I fear that I’ll say something stupid and the same thing with happen. That he’ll never want to talk to me again and my crush will literally end up crushing me. Even though I know that’s not true. He’s- he’s like everything I need.”

You faintly remember a phrase you had said the moment you realized you liked him. It played in your head as you waited for Jason to respond. 

All The Man That I Need

It was fairly true, as far as you could tell he was all the man that you needed. But you didn’t exactly fully know him so you couldn’t definitively say if the statement was correct. It’s a good thing however that you hated definites.  

“Well, what about the other guy?”

Other guy? You blinked as you realized what exactly Jason was referring to. You had told him that you were spending time with a vigilante, as friends of course. It was strange to think you had befriended Nightwing without really trying at all. Maybe making friends wasn’t as hard for you as you thought... well it didn’t exactly help that you did see him as a friend however he was, for the longest time, your celebrity crush. 

Befriending him was a reality check of sorts, he was a hero, but he was also just a guy. A guy who you surprisingly got along well with. However the reality check also made you realize no matter how awesome he was in person there could never be a relationship with him. He was a vigilante and you could never know his identity. That idea got promptly thrown out when you began to find yourself taking solstice in his visits back when you and Daniel were together. 

“I thought I told you,” You began with a sigh, “that it would never work out.” 

Jason shrugs and pulls a book off of the shelf examining it. He opens the book and looks at you. 

“You did, but I thought it couldn’t hurt to keep your options open.” 

Rolling your eyes you leaned over to see that in the book he opened characters were reading from William Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet. Jason hums slightly before he closes the book and taps your head with it.

“Reading a lot of Shakespeare recently?” You question instead of protesting, protesting was what he wanted and you were beginning to feel the effects of socializing.

“More or less,” He replied, reshelving the book. 

He turned fully to you and a light appeared in his eyes. Jason got a devilish look on his face and you suddenly began to fear what was going to happen next.

"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"

You narrowed your own eyes and shook your head. To many possibilities for what could go wrong, better not, "I’d rather you didn't."

Jason leaned in, his eyes glittering as if he had a plan formulating in his head and in your experience Jason’s plans never went well. However before you could reaffirm your decision he commented, “Might make him jealous."

You blinked a few times, the idea seemed interesting. It was tempting as hell until the little voices, the negative Nancy’s as your mother used to call them, began to speak up.

As if he’d ever be jealous over you

He has to like you in the first place, he probably thinks you’re a freaky weirdo.

You swallowed trying to not let the harsh thoughts hurt as much as they actually did. Shaking your head you shot Jason a grateful smile.

"No, it's okay,” You paused as an idea popped into your head, “But I could compare you to a summer's day."

Surprise was frozen on his face for half a second before he snorted and rolled his eyes. He gave you a look before replying, "Eh, well I don't think it is accurate."

".... You could compare him to a summer's day." You said before you could think it through.

Without even missing a beat Jason replied, "Or you could,"

No, you couldn’t. If you tried, even though he wasn’t actually there, you’d probably combust due to embarrassment and it would be just your luck if he just so happened to be walking up as you did it. Anyways you weren’t very good with sonnets. Poetry and rhymes were a bit easier but regardless it just wasn’t your thing. 

"I’ve never really been one for sonnets, Besides it'd be more accurate if you did it." You informed him with a shrug.

"Of course it would."

His words were a bit sharp, as if something was bothering him. You decided to ignore it considering that it wasn’t really your business. However what he said was a challenge in itself. He was basically saying you were chickening out. He wasn’t wrong but he had no right to call you on it. 

"Are you implying what I think you are?" You asked, trying to keep your tone light. 

“Probably.” He shrugged, smiling that devilish, his voice softer than before.

Narrowing your eyes you crossed your arms and remarked, “For the sake of this friendship, I’m going to disregard that comment.” 

His eyes lit up once again and you realized you gave him what he wanted, while you didn’t know what it was for you did know what it was. An opening. 

“And for the sake of this friendship I am going to compare you to a summer’s day.” 

This was probably going to be the funniest or dirtiest thing you heard this week, and you honestly didn’t mind. You were getting exhausted and needed a good laugh. As they always say, laughter is the best medicine.

“Oh no,” You replied, pretending to tremble while weakly laughing. 

Ignoring your comment, he held his arms out towards you before he dramatically declared, “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?”

Without hesitation you deadpanned, “No,”

He shot you a glare, taking a step forwards before getting the dramatic look on his face again, gazing past you he took in a breath.

“Thou art more hot and more smelly.”

You laughed slightly before he shot you a chastising look and continued,

“Rough farts do shake the tiny arm hairs of me,”

Giggles began to build up your throat, but you pushed them back as Jason waved his hands around the air almost as if he was trying to swat a fly. 

He took in a breath and looked directly at you, “And summer’s air hath all to gross a smell,”

Pressing a hand to your face you shove back your laughter and you nod at him a few times. His face is frozen, his hands hanging limply at his sides and you realize he’s stuck. Shaking your head you wait a moment when an idea for the next line pops into your head. 

“Sometime too wet the back of my neck shines?”

His face lights up and he smiles at you before remarking, “Oooo good one.”

Slipping back into the dramatic, Shakespearean crack actor he holds his hands out again. Forming his face into what you can only assume is a regal expression he continues, 

“Sometime too wet the back of my neck shines.... and often is it’s slick complexion....”

He paused for another moment and began snapping his fingers as if the word was on the tip of his tongue. 

“Dried.” You piped up nearly biting back laughter.

Pointing a finger at you he exclaims, “Yes!”

Jumping back once again into the persona he shoots you a wink out of the corner of his eye. You roll your eyes as giggles escape you. 

“And often is it’s slick complexion dried. And every fly from fly sometime declines.”

You give him a look, laughter fighting to be released before shaking your head and shaking your hands.

“That doesn’t make sense.” 

Jason swats at you not breaking his gaze, he had locked in on something behind you and you hoped it wasn’t a person, “Hush, I’m not done.” 

You snorted and then let out a cough to try and subdue the oncoming barrels of laughter that were threatening to explode from you. 

“By swat or by swatter’s shrieking ass stumbling.”

That was the last straw, giggles, cackles and chortles escaped from you and you pressed your hand to the shelf behind you to stay standing. 

“Oh my fucking gosh- stop- please.” You wheezed in-between your laughter.

Jason gave you a look and you tried to stop yourself from cackling.

 He waited until you had quieted down a bit to ask, “Should I do the next line?”

“NO! NO, I can’t take- I couldn’t make it through another.” You exclaimed shaking your head. 

Letting out a sigh Jason shot you a look that looked a little bit to much like pout for you to take seriously. 

“Can I at least say the best lines?”

“You’ve thought that far ahead?”

“Yes,”

Giggling slightly you sighed then nodded, “Fine.”

Slipping back into the Shakespearean actor persona he held his hand out almost exactly mimicking the classic Hamlet pose. The mere action of him going back into the act had you giggling again. He opened his mouth, covering your own with your hand to stop yourself from interrupting him anymore; you let out a slight snort. He stepped forwards and you pressed yourself against the shelves to get a better view of him. 

“When in eternal thighs to highs thou grow’st.”

A mixture between a wheeze and squeak escapes you and you have to squeeze your hand over your mouth and nose to stop yourself from cackling again. From where you stood, you could see Jason’s eyes glowing almost as if he found this amusing as you found the new sonnet funny. 

“So long as men can’t breathe,” He remarked, “or bi’s can’t pee.”

Another hybrid of a sound escaped you and you could see his shoulders shaking. He straightened himself out and began to finish,

“So long lives the bitch that gives fuck’s not to thee-” 

You couldn’t help yourself, it wasn’t like the other lines where it practically mirrored the syllables of the original line, the new last line was a mess. 

“That’s not rig-” You protested as you fought off a grin. 

Suddenly his hand was covering your mouth and you gave him a shocked look that momentarily stopped your laughter. After the shock left the laughter returned in ten-fold. Giggles escape you and you tried your hardest not to meet his gaze however you couldn’t help yourself, looking Jason in the eyes you saw how serious he was and you giggled even more. He removed his hand and you bit your lip to stop yourself from snorting again, it was the laugh of yours you hated the most, made you feel a little too much like a pig. 

Jason looked beside you and you were thankful, though he could be an ass sometimes he was nice enough to try and help prevent your anxiety or at least make it less intense. Your body began to shake as you fought off any and all laughter. You needed him to get through all of it so he wouldn’t repeat it. Covering your mouth with both hands you pressed against the shelves and squeezed your eyes shut

“As I was saying,” He remarked, “So long lives the bitch that gives fuck’s not to thee... and scene.”

Peeking an eye open you find Jason bowing and you lose it, your hands barely make it away from your face before you explode into a fit of snorts that don’t seem to stop. Your body begins to bend and you begin caving in on yourself, letting your head hang down you continue to laugh and snort. Rising back up you press a hand to your chest in a hope to make the laughter stop but it is in vain. You felt your cheeks flushing and your blood rushing to your face as you tried to quiet down.

Jason smiled and you took a breath before giggling relentlessly. Shaking your head you realized despite how funny it was you did have some critiques. 

“Can you say that stuff about bi’s?” You asked your breath nearly hiccupping as you snickered.

He shrugged before pressing a hand to the bookshelf right by your head and winking, “I am bi so I can say whatever the hell I want.”

“All-righty then, kiddo.” You nodded snorting as you moved your hand from your chest. 

Suddenly someone walks up however they speak before you can turn, “Hey guys, what you talking about?”

Something about the tone was off to you, you didn’t know exactly what but you knew that whoever the person was, they weren’t happy. 

Simultaneously both you and Jason say, “Nothing.” 

Giggling again you smile at Jason and look over to find Damian and Dick. Usually panic would flood you and slowly it was, however you still had laughter floating around your chest and it was slowly escaping you like a leaky faucet. 

Damian narrowed his eyes, “You were talking about me weren’t you?”

For a moment you were confused until you blinked, realizing that he thought the two of you were laughing at him. Thinking for half a moment about what you were doing made more laughter push through. However it’s not only normal laughter but scared laughter. It was something you noticed in the middle of your junior year, when in moments of high fear or panic where you didn’t know what to do, you laughed.

“N-no.,” You tried to start, but upon seeing Damian’s upset face terrified giggles stopped you, “we- we weren’t talk-talking about you.” 

Jason cleared his throat and you had flashbacks to when he was beginning the sonnet, a snort bubbled from you. It was loud and very pig-like causing your entire face to turn a brighter red than it already was. 

"We might be,” Jason said, “whatch-ya gonna do about it pipsqueak?"

The tone he had made the laughter begin to die in your chest, you knew that Jason and Damian didn’t get along well most of the time. You just didn’t know why, some days they seemed fairly close other days it seemed like they would rip each other’s throats out.

"I'll make you stop Todd." Damian seethed and your laughter vanished with one last hybrid squeaking snort. 

Moving away from you, Jason took a few steps towards Damian, shoving his hands in his pockets, "I'd like to see you try gremlin." 

"Stop calling me names Todd."

Jason laughed and looked back at you, you shot him a warning look but he ignored you, "Or what short-stack? You gonna bite my ankles?"

"Jason-" Dick began when Damian interrupted him with a snarl.

"Go on, keep calling me names, see what happens."

The two boys were closer now, a mere three feet away from each other. Without even thinking it through you stepped in between them and raised your hands as if to push both of them away from each other. Shooting them both a reprimanding glare you watched as the fight died from both of them pretty quickly.

Sighing in relief you lowered your hands and nodded before noting the stack of books that needed to be reshelved on the shelf almost gathering dust. 

“Alright boys, behave now. I’m going to go and reshelf the rest of these books. When I return I expect the two of you to be getting along, or else.” You remarked moving towards the books.

Jason stepped out of your way and seemed to understand the entirety of your threat, Damian on the other hand didn't.

“Or else what?” He asked his eyes narrowed

Picking up the books you turned back to him and raised an eyebrow, “Do you really want to know?” 

His shoulders sank down and Damian fully backed down. He looked away form you and you nodded satisfied. Turning you left to go reshelf the books. You got down to the last one when a young girl stopped you. 

She looked up at you with big eyes and asked, “Do you have any books I could read?”

You stared at her sweet face for a moment before pulling a book off of the shelf and handing it to her. She took the book with a bright smile on her face and she turned and left. Staring at the last book in your hand you slid it back where it belonged and spun around. 

Instead of finding a bunch of shelves you found Dick standing behind you, internally you screamed and you felt your eyes widen instinctively. He smiled and leaned in towards you. 

"Have any recommendations for me?" He asked

Panic washed over you and it was suddenly hard to breathe, you loved to recommend books but him asking was like someone asking to see your diary. 

Fumbling for words you replied, "Uh-I- uh well- what. do. you. like?

It was then that you realized Dick was here with you, which meant that the boys were left alone. Alone and unattended, while of course that could be a good thing. It also meant that they could trash the library, Jason could tell Damian about your crush, the small boy had a habit of blurting out things he found not secret keeping worthy! 

Giving Dick a worried look you stepped forwards and rushed to ask him, if he did in fact leave them alone,

"watdidyaeveemown?"

“I’m sorry what?” He gave you a very confused look.

“Did you leave them alone?!” You nearly shrieked as panic overtook your body.

“Uh yeah.” 

“SHIT.”

Turning you ran down two aisles back to where Damian and Jason were. Surprisingly instead of finding them in an all out battle you found them cackling.

"You- you are amazing. And so fucking dense." Jason breathed out in between his laughter. 

"What?" You asked completely and totally surprised as the panic began to slip away from you.

"Nothing, nothing at all Y/N." He sighed wiping imaginary tears. 

You were astonished and confused, how could they do that? Go from being at each others throats ready for blood to buddies in less then ten minutes? Shaking your head you let out a sigh and went to turn around when you spotted Dick in the corner of your eye. You then remembered he asked for a recommendation and were thankful you had an excuse to run away.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to recommend a book but more as it was hard to think straight around him. Your brain turned to mush and it was hard for you to bring any good books to mind. Looking at the shelf across form you, you spotted an old favorite of yours. Throughout all of high school it was your comfort book and it might just be the perfect book for him. 

Yanking it off the shelf you turned and held it out to him. He took it from you smiling slightly as though he was extremely confused but wanted to be polite. 

“What’s this for?” He asked

“Gookbood.” You mumbled out after you accidentally met his gaze.

You were stuck, of course you had the option to look away, however if you did you’d only feel even more embarrassed, if you kept looking however.. let’s just say you think it’d be bad for your health.

“What?” Dick asked leaning forwards clearly trying to hear you better.

“Bokgood-” You began before you realized you messed up only to try again, “Ookkbod.”

Slamming your eyes shut you clenched your fists and nearly yelled, “GOOD BOOK.”

With that you kept your eyes closed and turned walking away as Damian and Jason cackle at you. Probably at your inability to even form coherent sentences. Instead of heading back towards your desk you moved past it into the backroom, gathering your things as fast as you could you headed towards the front desk. Upon seeing you, Marian, the head library gave you a worried look. 

“Everything alright Y/N?”

“Uh, yeah I’m just gonna end my shift early.”

“You’re shift has been over for an hour dear... though you usually stay till closing...” Her tone told you that she was worried. 

Closing your eyes again you winced but then you heard Marian sigh and you peeked an eye open seeing her typing something in her computer.

“If any one asks...” You began before wincing again as the thoughts hit you.

As if they would

“If anyone asks, I’m not feeling well. Alright?” 

Marian nodded a small smile on her face as she looked at something in one of the aisles, "Go on Y/N, have a good weekend. I’ll see you again on Monday.” 

She waved you along and you hurried out the door. Before you could even make it to the parking lot you spotted one of the libraries regulars. Mira, was a few years younger then you and very excited about books. Unknown to her and probably himself, Jason had taken a shining to her. 

Upon seeing you her eyes lit up and she hurried over to you. Smiling brightly Mira enthusiastically greeted you.

“Hi, Y/N. I know you’re probably about to head home but I just wanted to tell you I loved the book you recommended and say hi.” 

Her face was it’s natural pink and she seemed to realized how much you were freaking out. Her smile slid from her face and she reached out a hand as if to try and comfort you before she put it back down. 

“Are you okay?” 

You didn’t exactly know what to say. While Mira was a constant and almost as close a friend to you as Jason was, you couldn’t exactly tell her what was going on. 

With a weary sigh you turned back towards the doors to see Dick, Jason and Damian walking out them. Even more panic raced over you as they spotted you and Mira. 

Mira hummed slightly before patting your arm and turning towards the boys, they began to approach. They were only a couple of a feet away when Mira stopped them.

“Hi,” She said grinning brightly, “I’m Mirabilis Cadman, but everyone calls me Mira. It’s nice to meet you.” 

You watched for a moment as Dick hesitated, Damian gave Mira a scrutinizing look and Jason, well Jason seemed to be completely unaffected however you knew better. Mira held her hand out to Dick and he shook it.

“Hey, I’m Dick Grayson. This is my little brother Damian. Pleasure to meet you.” He replied smiling

For a moment a strange look crossed Mira’s face her smile faltering then she blinked and looked to Damian for a moment. Then she noted the book he was carrying. Smiling again she also held her hand out to him. 

Shooting him a wink she remarked, “Good choice, glad to see one of you has taste.” 

It was then that you remembered how one night after Mira had volunteered to help you clean up the library after a long day of elementary school classes coming in you had told her of your crush on Dick Grayson and how it seemed that, at the time he was ignoring you. 

Fuck

Meanwhile Jason was trying to hide cackles behind coughs. Hitting his chest twice he gives Mira a amused look before he held his hand out to her. Once she took it he said,

“Sup, Jason, Jason Todd.” 

Mira blinked twice, confusion was clear on her face for a moment before she shrugged and let go of his hand. Looking away from the two of them you noticed how Dick was staring at you.

Shit.

Mira eventually caught his line of sight and you watched as her eyes widened slightly. She kept the smile on her face though. Dick gestured to you and began to speak, “We need Y/N, she is just-”

“She isn’t feeling well,” Mira explained and you noted the hand behind her back waving for some reason, “But, I’d be happy to help you out in anyway I can. I know this library like the back of my hand. I spend a lot of time here... maybe too much time.” 

You watched as she continued to wave and realized she was signaling you to leave. She was helping with your get away. As you hurried towards the parking lot and your car you know one thing for sure. You owed her big-time.

It didn’t take you long to get to your car, as you fumbled with your keys you came to a realization. 

You recommended him, Dick Grayson, a book. He frequently came to the library and sometimes tried to talk to you. He would want to talk to you about the book. Which meant the possibility of embarrassing yourself in front of him again, and no Mira to save you. 

Fucking shit

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Insomnia was a bitch, but it wasn’t just anyone’s bitch it was anxiety’s bitch... then again so were you. 

It was probably close to three a.m. when you decided you were hungry and climbed out of your very warm bed to wander into the kitchen. Unfortunately flies had beat you there, while there was only two or three, but they annoyed the hell out of you. Picking up the fly swatter you spotted a fly a few feet away from you and you lunged forwards swinging your arms and legs. You slapped at the fly and successfully hit it. Pretending to bow to a cheering crowd you mouthed ‘thank you, thank you.’

Standing up straight you held your fly swatter like a blade and a thought popped into your head.

Ninja, fly ninja, you are the fly ninja.

Jumping around as you let out soft hi-yah’s and other ninja noises you tried and failed to hit the two flies. Creeping up on one of the flies you swung the flyswatter out and smacked it into the wall. Jumping and doing a side kick you remarked,

“Hoi-yah! Take that fly! No one can best me. Because I’m The fly ninja.”

It was then you heard the chuckling. Blinking you turned and found standing in your kitchen in his blue and black glory, your friend, Nightwing. The thoughts slammed into you as you found yourself stumbling back towards your couch. 

He just saw you looking like a fucking idiot, you are never going to live this one down

However instead of freaking out, when you saw the incredibly amused look on his face you found yourself irritated. You froze for just a moment before you grabbed a pillow and chucked it at him. He dodged it with a laugh.

“Wouldn't ninja fly be better.... wait no that's a fly who is a ninja,” he mused while laughing and dodging yet another pillow you threw. 

He thinks your weird, he’s probably laughing at yo-

“You,” Nightwing said, yanking you out of the thoughts, “have the worst taste in cereal.”

Blinking you found him standing in front of one of your cupboards, crossing your arms you gave him a look and he closed the cupboard. Turning towards you he leaned against the counter with one hand, effectively blocking your way into the kitchen.  

“Just to let you know.”

Rolling your eyes you snorted, then pushed past him to get into your kitchen. Yanking a cup from your cupboard you walk over to the electric kettle and fill it with water before turning it on and placing the mug next to it.

"You,” You began as you walked back out of the kitchen, ”break into people's apartments in the middle of the night, what right do you have to judge my cereal?"

He snorted and rested his elbows on your counter. Behind him Red Robin slipped into your kitchen and began raiding your cabinets for coffee, which as of late, was normal.

“True, but do I really deserve such scorn from the fly ninja?” 

Behind Nightwing you see Red Robin pause and turn towards you. He mouths ‘fly ninja?’ tilting his head in confusion. Biting your lip to hold back laughter you smiled and then shrugged. He nodded and turned back to raiding your cabinets. 

Looking at Nightwing you raised an eyebrow and then rested your elbows on your counter before placing your face in your hands.

“You broke into my apartment, startled me. Insulted my ninja abilities and then you insulted my cereal choices. So yes, I do believe you deserve my scorn.”

Nightwing held up a hand in disagreement as he shook his head. Behind him the electric kettle steamed then clicked off, “I did not insult your ninja skills. I- I was admiring them.”

Narrowing your eyes you fought off a grin as you replied, “So you say.”

Usually you would be worried saying stuff like this to even the closest of your friends, however, despite your sometimes snarky remarks and extreme weirdness Nightwing continued to come and visit you. Which told you that it didn’t matter how weird or much yourself you were he wouldn’t leave... or at least you hopped so. 

Taking on a playful tone he remarked, "Well someone's grumpy." 

Holding up a hand you waved it at him as Red Robin grabbed a mug and began pouring the water into it, the instant coffee right next to him.

"Listen- listen I haven't had my tea yet." 

Nightwing blinked once and then he pushed off of the counter and he laughed slightly. It took you a minute to realize he was confused and a little nervous.

“You don't drink coffee?"

"Caffeine and I don't get along." You said with a shrug.

This only seemed to confuse him more, he shook his head and looked at you slightly astonished before he asked, “Then why do you have so much of it?”

Smiling, you met his gaze and pointed behind him, “Turn around.”

Turning he looked and saw Red Robin stirring a cup of coffee. He paused and watched with you as Red Robin pulled a small energy drink from his belt and he poured it into the cup. Nightwing walks over to him and picks up the mug from his body language; it looked as if he was giving Red Robin a scolding look.

"You know this is probably gonna kill you right?"

Red Robin shrugs and replies, "It was bound to happen sooner or later."

A giggle escaped you and both Nightwing and Red Robin turned towards you. You cleared your throat as Nightwing smiled and Red Robin looked at the two of you. A strange expression passed his face before he shook his head and headed for the fire escape.

“You owe me a new mug.” You remarked pointing a finger at him.

Nightwing looked startled then he gestured to the fire escape exclaiming, “No, he does.”

You shrugged as you headed into the kitchen “He’s your underling.”

“Red Robin is not my underling.” 

Though you couldn’t see him you could hear his tone. He sounded offended and a little upset. From this you could tell that he respected or at least had a lot of respect for Red Robin. 

A memory tickles the back of your mind, someone calling Red Robin little bird. You didn’t exactly remember who but your bet was on Nightwing. 

“Fine, he’s your little bird. Isn’t that what you call him?” You remarked with a shrug. 

“no.” 

You blinked a few times and sighed, “Oh, well anyways he’s still a kid and if he drinks that much coffee I doubt he could actually get me a new mug. I mean he literally has to steal coffee from here... maybe I should get disposable cups.”

A surprised look crossed his face, “Wait, he does this often?”

“Yeah, but usually he drinks all of the coffee and leaves the mug.”

Nightwing hums and he nods as if was contemplating something. Maybe it was why Red Robin did what he did or maybe it was something else. 

“Huh, he must like you if he keeps coming back.”

Letting out a snort you nodded before sarcastically remarking, “Or he likes the coffee.”

Not understanding you were using sarcasm, Nightwing shook his head, a fairly serious look on his face, “It’s instant coffee I doubt it can be that good... It’s a high honor to be liked by Red Robin.” 

“Sure it is...” You rolled your eyes not fully believing him, before you could stop yourself you said, “no one likes me, or at least they shouldn’t”

"Well I like you."

You blinked and looked over to him, he was giving you an innocent look and you blinked again. You couldn’t have heard what you just did right? People wouldn’t tell someone- they wouldn’t tell you they liked you to your face... right?

"Wait, did you just say what I think you said?" 

A smile appeared on his face and he nodded slowly, “Yes, I did in fact say that I like you."

He likes you, he just said so, and repeated what he said. So, he must really mean it, truly mean it. Before you were going about in unknowing and now the reality of everything hit you. 

Of course you were aware people who were your friends liked you, but no one had really ever said it to your face. You were shocked and a little embarrassed. 

"Oh."

A sly grin appeared on Nightwing’s face and he leaned in towards you continuing, “You are the fly ninja after all.”

"Oh my gosh.” You replied as you shoved your face into your hands trying your hardest not to laugh. 

“By the way I’ve been meaning to ask you the fly ninja to all flies or just certain ones?”

You closed your eyes, shaking your head as laughter bubbled up in your lungs. Nightwing ignored your attempts at withholding giggles and continued. 

“Like is it only fruit flies and the ones that hover around bananas or?”

Biting your lip you pulled away from your hands your face red, forcing the laughter back you looked him dead in the eyes and replied, “All flies obviously, I’m not discriminatory.”

He smiled and laughed. Silence cleaved the air and you felt nervous tension arise in you. 

Quickly clambering for a topic to talk about you asked, “What were we talking about again?”

“About how I find you very a-peeling.” 

You hesitated for a moment before giving him a disbelieving look. You shook your head, “... did you just- no. I’m not gonna, no.” 

Pretending it never happened, you look away from him and move towards your couch leaning against it you let out a sigh. 

“Read any good books lately.” Nightwing asks from your kitchen, a clatter of sorts following him, most likely he was raiding your cabinets as well. 

“Of course,” You sighed, working as a librarian meant that you always had a good book, “What about you?”

Almost chuckling he replies, “Well I’m reading a book about anti-gravity... It’s impossible to put down.”

“That’s terrible.” You smiled, shaking your head trying not to laugh as well. 

“Oh I know.” He laughed.

With a sigh you looked over your shoulder momentarily to see him looking into one of your cabinets. Not wanting things to go silent you decided to ask a safe question that will continue the conversation at least for a little while.

“How was your day?”

“It wasn’t too bad,” He began and something in his tone made you narrow your eyes, “Somebody stole all of my lamps. I couldn’t be more de-lighted. And this morning I wanted to take pictures of the fog but I mist my chance. I guess I could dew it tomorrow.” 

Biting back laughter you turned away from him, placing your face into your hands, “Stop. These puns are too cheesy.”

“But I thought they were gouda.”

You froze rolling your eyes as a slight snort escaped you, “Dude.”

“It’s cheddar if you don’t get mad.” He continued.

Shaking your head again you closed your eyes trying your hardest to tune him out before you burst into a fit of laughter once again. 

“I swiss you had the same humor as me. I won’t provolone this anymore. After all, I havarti taken this too far.” Nightwing snorted laughing as he made pun after pun. 

“Oh ma gosh.”

Looking towards the ceiling you fought off a grin and the laughter, the tired laughter that was building up in your chest. 

“I colby a better parmesan and stop all these cheesy pins but I ricotta continue.”

Before you could stop yourself laughter escaped you as you turned towards him again to see him looking at you with a mischievous smile on his face. You laugh a little harder and his smile widens, “Brie the way, how was your day today? I saga know.” 

Letting out a snort, you smiled at him and decided to try a pun yourself, “That wasn’t very puny.”

For a moment a look of surprise crossed his face before a grin broke out across it and you felt your heart do a strange little fluttering jump.

Shaking his head he laughed, remarking, “Oh! That’s terrible, I love it.” 

Your heart did an even bigger fluttering jump and you looked away from him. You didn’t exactly like what was happening. But you knew. Trying to change the subject before your heart fluttered again you moved around the arm of the couch and sat down. 

“How was your day actually though?”

“Eh.” 

You froze for a moment, it was a rare occasion in which Nightwing only said one worded replies. Usually it meant there was something he didn’t want to talk about or something he really wanted to vent about or ask advice about. 

Not even turning towards him you stuck your hands under your legs and swung them slightly.

“Eh? Why eh?”

There was a pause, almost as if he was hesitant to reply, but then after a breath and silence filling the room making it slightly awkward he replied, “Girl troubles.”

This didn't really surprise you. Girl troubles were common amongst your guy friends, and since you were one of the very few girls who they didn’t ever plan on dating you were used to giving advice. However a strange sort of ache began in your chest and you felt hurt. 

Just a friend, The thoughts whisper almost menacingly, he just sees you as a friend.

Ignoring the ache and the vile thoughts nipping at the back of your mind you raised an eyebrow and turned over your shoulder smiling playfully at him. 

“Oooo do you like someone, as a civilian?... Wait, no, you like a civilian.” You corrected yourself, blinking a few times as you finally began to feel tired. 

Instead of a reply, at first you hear the door to one of your cabinets open with a loud squeak. A rustling for a moment then the cabinet creaking closed. He was stealing your food. A soft smile and feeling appeared and you brought your legs up to your chest. Placing your chin on the dip in between your knees you sighed. 

Honestly you didn’t mind but, it frustrated you a little though, that you were always going to be the best friend never the girl boys fell for. You were for friendship, not dating. Something you were beginning to wish you realized just a little bit earlier, maybe this would then all be easier. 

“Yes,” Nightwing finally replied, “and it was just so frustrating because it seems like she hates me and likes my brother.”

You blinked and for a moment you thought about looking towards him, but you knew if he did he’d realize what he said. You had to approach this carefully, wrapping your arms around your legs you hum slightly before asking somewhat casually,

“Oh wait, you have a brother?”

“Ye-,” You practically see him nodding before he stopped himself. 

Curiosity got the best of you and you decided to push your luck just a bit . 

“It's one of the vigilantes isn’t it.”

Silence followed your question and you looked over to see him giving you a look. A look that said to stop talking, not to press further because you were hitting the nail on the head. 

A smile of disbelief appeared on your face and you pulled away from your legs, eyes wide. 

“Oh my gosh they are all your siblings aren’t they? But obviously they’re adopted. I know Signal’s black, I’m ninety-nine percent sure there was a blonde batgirl and a red-head, Blue Bird literally doesn’t look like any of you, and no one is able to see Black Bat’s face. Oh and don’t get me started on the Robin brigade.”

As you began rambling your hands flew around your face in a flurry of motion. The vigilantes were one of your favorite non-book things to talk about. Mainly because of the one in your kitchen but you really weren’t going to ever get into that... hopefully. 

“You’re not wrong, “He sighed before pausing, “...Robin brigade?”

“I’m not getting into it.” You shook your head turning back away from him. 

You weren’t about to tell him how ever since the first Robin came into play you like the vigilantes. Not about your opinions and theories, especially not when a lot  of them were about him. Waving away the question you decided to change the subject. 

“Anyways back to your girl problems. Why do you think she hates you?”

You could hear him munching on something as he probably contemplated how to explain the problem to you, “Well she never talks to me willingly, and when she does she always mutters or ends up sounding really angry.”

Twirling a strand of hair around your finger, you thought for a moment about what he said. It sounded a lot like what happens to you. Maybe this girl that he likes, also has anxiety and likes him, or it might just be because he makes her nervous. 

“She might just like you dumbass,” You snorted, rolling your eyes, “I know that’s how it is for me. I mean with the guy I like-, I can’t even say one word without messing it up. So I have to slow it down. ”

You heard more munching and the crinkling of a bag before he mused, “Hmm, you think so?”

“Yeah, or you just make her really nervous.” 

It was more than likely, for you it was both which only made matters more complicated and frustrating. Sometimes you wished you were normal, then this wouldn’t be a problem at all. 

“Makes sense... by the way do you think if you practiced you could talk to him?”

Practice? You had tried practicing in the past, but whenever you tried to talk to him your anxiety took hold of your mouth and you spat out a word jumble instead of what you really wanted to say. 

“Probably not, my anxiety always freaks me out telling me that I’m gonna say the wrong thing and scare him away because I’m too weird or something.”

He walked passed you into the living room before flopping down on your couch. You notice the bad and his hands and for the moment you decided to ignore it. 

“Well just think about it this way, you’re super cool and awesome. And if he can’t see that he doesn’t deserve you.”

You paused for a moment. and looked over at him in slight disbelief, “You think I’m cool?”

“The coolest.” He replied smiling at you. 

It was then that you noticed the bag he had was your Cheetos. While you didn’t mind, at the moment you felt... awkward. Standing up you walked over towards him and flopped down next to him. You needed someway to feel less awkward without sounding like a bitch... then you got an idea

“Aww, that's sweet...” You began turning towards him with a smile, “but if you take my fucking Cheetos again we’re through.”

For a moment you think you’ve made things worse until Nightwing bursts into laughter. Shaking his head he sighed and passed the bag over to you, with the bag now in your hands you looked over to him and took a moment to think over what he said. 

You’re super cool and awesome. And if he can’t see that he doesn’t deserve you

Sighing you sat down next to him and rested your head on his shoulder, pulling a small handful you ate some Cheetos then offered them to him. He began taking some.

Was he telling the truth? Or just trying to make you feel better by saying that. Not knowing which was correct you felt you had to ask him.  

“Do you really think that he wouldn’t deserve me if I make a fool of myself?” You asked as you felt him wrap an arm around your shoulder.

You heard him hesitate before you looked up to see him giving you a contemplating look. 

“If you make a fool of yourself he should be saying something like... like. I think- I think I might just love you a little bit.”

Snorting you rolled your eyes, looked away and remarked without thinking, “Sure he should because unintelligible gibberish is the way to a man’s heart.”

“If he’s worth shit he’ll think it’s cute. I know I do.”

You knew he was flirting with you, you knew because it was something he did regularly. Something that was common with his personality. He constantly, he was never serious of course, that much you knew. So when you looked up at him slightly snorting to see him staring at you a soft and serious look on his face your heart did the fluttery jump and your stomach flipped.

Fucking shit 

Looking away from him you felt your cheeks beginning to flush red. He was nice, he helped you feel a little less like an asshole, less like a bitch, more like a person. A good person. He made you feel cared for... and- and loved. He was amazing and a lot like All the man you’ll ever need-

Wait, no. No. It couldn’t be like that- no. He was hero- a vigilante. You would never be able to know his real identity. You wouldn’t ever actually able to be with him. No matter what your heart felt, no matter how spilt it was you couldn’t even entertain the thought.

His voice yanked you from your spiraling train of thought and you blinked. Giving you a soft smile he asked the question again. 

“How was your day?”

Happy to not have to think about your feelings again you raised your head off of his shoulder and turned to him. Fully prepared to rant and bare your soul. 

“Rough, honestly I made a complete and utter fucking fool of myself. I mean I panicked so much and I laughed, I full on laughed out loud. Cackled even, at the library. I never do that, and to make matters worse my crush, he asked for a book recommendation and I realized that he left his brothers, the two most chaotic people I know alone with each other and I panicked.” 

You were talking quickly, shaking your head as the words stumbled from you, embarrassment following it. For a moment Nightwing was nodding as if he understood when suddenly he sat up straight, looking at you slightly confused. 

“Wait, wait. What happened?” He asked an eyebrow raised.

“Well he asked me for a book recommendation and I realized that he left his brothers alone and I panicked and cursed at him before running back to make sure they weren’t trashing the library.” You explained again waving your hands about yawning afterwards. 

He blinked twice then gave you a shocked look for a moment, “Your crush? Wait, he asked for a book recommendation?”

“Yeah! And then I realized that his brothers-”

Before you could finish he interrupted you a strange look on his face, “Did he say anything else?”

Blinking in confusion you raised an eyebrow thinking over what he said, then you shook your head, “What? Oh uh no I don’t think so.”

“Hmm,” He hummed slightly a smile on his face before he relaxed back onto the couch, “okay.” 

Feeling confused and a little worried, you wanted to talk about how he was acting weird but didn’t know how. So you decided to continue talking about your day. 

“Well after seriously embarrassing myself by going that I fumbled over my words while trying to give him a book. Then I decided to flee so I wouldn’t embarrass myself anymore. I was like five minute away from leaving when a regular- Mira- I’ve talked about her before. Well she came and started talking to me, I swear that give has like a sixth sense because she instantly knew I was freaking out and was able to help me avoid my crush and his brothers... speaking of brothers. I’m like ninety-nine percent sure one of them likes her, or at least is interested.” 

Nightwing was smiling and he had an amused look on his face as if something was very interesting. Chuckling he looked to you seeing the confusion on your face he sighed before nodding. 

“Interesting...sorry but somethings on my mind. When you start to have an anxiety attack or think about something can you accidentally tune stuff out?”  He asked eyebrows raised

You blinked a few times before nodding and leaning against the couch once again. 

“Oh, uh yeah. Sometimes I’m spiraling into an anxiety attack or anxious thoughts I accidentally tune people out... well what happens is that the thoughts overpower my ears.” You nodded with another yawn. 

He nodded and gave you a strange sort of look, you were having a hard time focusing, blinking you kept your eyes open. Rubbing at your eyes you sighed. 

“Tell me about your brother’s fuck ups on patrol, I need a good laugh.” You muttered as you held back a yawn. 

“Okay then,” He replied laughing slightly. 

Leaning against his shoulder again you grunted slightly. After your long day you were finally feeling tired, tired and safe. Nightwing was saying something to you, but you were having a hard time paying attention. Your eyes kept fluttering shut and before you knew it you were asleep. 

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A few days later, you were in the library at your desk going about your daily routine when you spotted Jason in an aisle of book inspecting the pages of a heavy chapter book. Before you could spot any of the other Wayne boys Mira appeared in your peripheral vision a book in her hand and a smile on her face. 

“Okay, before you stop me I just want to say this book is amazing and when you have the time I want to talk to you about it because I need to talk to someone. All the people in my apartment complex are like fifty and above, married or five and under.” She paused for a moment a look of realization crossing her face, “Of course married people aren’t hard to talk to it’s just they don’t want to talk to me and I’m rambling sorry.”

You almost laughed, Mira seemed flustered, something you hadn’t seen ever. The ends of her hair were peeking out of her black hat in an array of different shades of purple. With flushed cheeks and her hazel eyes wide, Mira looked like something was bugging her. 

Leaning on the counter you let out a sigh, but noticed Jason approach towards your desk. A sly smile of sorts appeared on your face. If Jason was in fact interested in Mira a little push wouldn’t hurt, right?

“Unfortunately,” You began with a heavy sigh, “I don’t think I’ll be able to talk for a while... however, I’m sure Jason wouldn’t mind talking to you about it. He was actually the one who got me on the book.”

You gestured to Jason now stood behind Mira. For a moment, Mira froze before turning around, a tight smile on her face. She shot you a slight look of panic before she let out a breath and nodded. 

“Uh, if your willing.” 

Jason smiled at her and nodded. She nodded as well before giving you a quick wave goodbye. Watching them go you noticed how Mira stopped in an aisle still in your eye-line and sat down on the ground. Without even questioning it, Jason sat across from her. 

The library was quiet enough that you didn’t really need to strain yourself to hear what the two of them were saying. You watched as Mira opened the book, hearing Jason say,

“So about the other night-”

Before he could even finish Mira interrupted him her cheeks and ears flushing a dark shade of red, “I’d prefer not to talk about it please.” 

Nodding Jason let out a slight sigh before replying, “Alright.”

You were curious on what exactly had happened between the two of them, but before you could give another thought to it Damian walked up a stack of books in his arms. Raising an eyebrow you gave him a look,

“Starting a project of sorts?” You questioned as you began to check the books out to him.

Damian let out a slight huff before he nodded, “Father said I couldn’t get another pet until I know how to properly take care of it.” 

You paused for a moment to look at the books, they were non-fiction books about a variety of different animals. Spanning from monkeys all the way to squirrels. Shaking your head you bit back a laugh as you imagined Bruce Wayne’s face when Damian brought in all the animals.

“Hmm, I think there might be some more books about animal care in aisle five.” You remarked off handedly noting the gleam in Damian’s eye. 

“Really now?”

You nodded as you began to set the books to the side, pointing you showed him which aisle you were talking about.

“I can hold your books to the side while you go and grab some more, I mean you’ve got to cover all the bases right?”

While usually language like this would cause Damian to give you a look of distain, he bee-lined straight for the aisle. You laughed and turned to watch him when you spotted a guy standing right next to Mira and Jason.

“Are you here for me or him?” Mira asked not even looking up from her book. 

The guy blinked and a extremely confused look crossed his face. He gave Mira a baffled look as he said, “Why would I be here for him?”

A mischievous smile appeared on her face for just a second before she looked up at him, shock all over her face.

“Why the hell wouldn’t you be here for him?” She exclaimed gesturing towards Jason, “Have you seen him? He’s fucking gorgeous!”

You had to shove your fist against your mouth to stop from bursting into laughter. You watched Jason do something similar as his face turned red as his entire body shook. 

The guy went quiet and didn’t say anything else. Mira sighed and shook her head looking back to her book. 

“Well if your here for me fuck off, if your here for him…” She trailed off as if to let Jason finish her sentence.

He did, “Fuck off as well.”

A look of slight surprise was on Mira’s face as she looked to Jason, a smile playing on her lips. “Oh really?”

He nodded and her smile widened before she looked back to her book, looking surprisingly happy. 

“Awesome,” She remarked as she flipped the page, “anyways you heard us, fuck off dude.” 

The guy glared at the two of them and turned away cursing. You laughed letting out a sigh as you saw Jason and Mira share a look before they began talking about the book. 

Looking away from them you noticed Dick leaning on your desk a smile on his face. You flinched feeling your entire body beginning to panic. 

“Hi.”

“Oh, uh,” You remarked before giving him a smile in return, taking in a breath you continued, “Hi.”

“So I read the book,” He says as he pushed up from the desk. 

“Oh,” Is the only thing you can say, your mind felt blank as terror began crawling into every part of you. 

Breathe, you told yourself, remember what Nightwing told you. If he can’t see the real you he doesn’t deserve you

You nodded and tried for a genuine smile on your face. Something flickered on Dick’s face and he smiled brighter. 

“I was hoping we could talk about it over lunch or dinner.” 

You blinked, once, twice then three times as what he said was slowly sinking in. It took you a second to realize he just asked you out. Internally you began to scream, externally your pretty sure the smile was frozen on your face as a look of confusion began at the corners of your eyes. 

Taking in a breath you laughed slightly, nodding you let it out and tried your hardest to speak slowly. If you fucked this up you would never live it down, not only to anyone who heard the story but to yourself. 

“Oh, that. sounds. fun! Sure.” You replied smiling.

“Awesome.” 

It occurred to you, that you would be talking about the book amongst other things. And no matter his opinion you could give him other book recommendations. As excitement for the upcoming date raced in your veins a thought popped into your head, one of the whispers.

What if this is a prank? What if it’s all a practical joke being played

You hesitated for a moment before pushing the thought away. it wouldn’t-couldn’t be a joke. Dick was nice, nice and sweet. As your nerves began to climb up your throat you took another breath in. 

Breathe

Trust

You had to trust, you could do that. Shoving away your worries you focused on the fact that you could recommend more books... something you realized he didn’t know.

“Icabevrecbak-” You began before you heard yourself. 

Heat flushed your cheeks and you squeezed your eyes shut wincing. Peeking one open you didn’t dare try looking at him. 

You can do this, you just had to breathe

“Sorry,” You began not looking at him as you breathed and tried to take it slow, “I meant I could recommend more books if you liked that one.”

“It’s fine.” Dick said waving a hand as if to brush off the apology, “Honestly I think it’s cute.”

You froze, it felt as if your brain just short-circuited. Blinking you felt yourself give him a look of disbelief.

Honestly I think it’s cute, echoed in your ears and then you heard what Nightwing said the night before,

If he’s worth shit he’ll think it’s cute. I know I do

Blinking you realized that he continued to speak. Instead of pretending what was going on you gave him a confused look and he smiled. 

“I’d love if you recommended more book. How does tomorrow sound?”

You didn’t exactly know what was happening but you heard yourself replying, “Uh, great.”

You felt as if you were in a muddle, you could see what was happening and hear it but you could really feel anything. Faintly you heard a ringing and for a moment you were scared you were gonna pass out. A nervous laugh escaped you as you tried to breathe. An even wider grin appeared on his face and he leaned in towards you. 

“You get off at four right?”

Nodding you continued to reply almost robotically, “Uh yeah.”

“Well I’ll pick you up from here then.”

You blinked, the muddle was slowly fading and you were finding yourself again. Clearing your throat you nodded again. You could feel your heart in your chest doing it’s fluttery jump as your stomach did non-stop flips. 

“Okay.” You breathed out blinking again.

Dick nodded then shot you, what you can only imagine his classic playboy smile which sent your mind into a tizzy.

“I’ll see you then.”

“Uh okay, bye.”  You mumbled out as you watched him walk away not exactly sure about what just happened but fully aware that you had a date with him the next day. 

Holy fuck, you had a date with Dick Grayson. You couldn’t believe it, and as you felt your excitement race over you you remembered what Nightwing had, essentially, told you.

-You’re super cool and awesome. And if he can’t see that he doesn’t deserve you. 

 If you make a fool of yourself he should be saying something like... like. I think- I think I might just love you a little bit.  

If he’s worth shit he’ll think it’s cute-

Pressing your face into your hands you tried your hardest not to blush. Not only did you have Nightwing’s words playing in your ears but the feelings you had for both him and Dick. 

Fuck

You were completely and totally torn in half. After a moments thought you sighed. Maybe the phrase All The Man I Need wasn’t entirely true. After all one guy hadn’t exactly met all you needs, however if the both of them did have qualities that you needed- 

No, no you weren’t going to think about that. After all right now you needed to focus on one guy, he was after all the one you were more likely going to end up in a actual relationship with.  You had to focus on Dick Grayson... for now at least. 

For now. 

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General

I have no preference on what you call me.  Aster, Daniel, Dan, Danny - all are perfectly acceptable

I’m a freelance furry artist

my fursona is a cheetah with a hat too big for his damn head

my TF2 OC is a RED Sniper named Mike (his profile is incomplete but I’m too lazy to update it)

please don’t refer to me as girl/queen/babygirl/whatever.  I know people see “gay man” and think that stuff is okay, but I’m also a TRANSman and that stuff is not okay and very much is misgendering

I am open to RP tho only with people 18+ bc I’m an adult myself and it’s just more comfortable for me that way

TF2-Specific

I REALLY love Team Fortress 2, I’ve had a major hyperfixation for this game since it’s initial release, it’s a huge comfort thing for me

Sniper is my favorite, I love him, he’s my husband, but I also just wanna be him so SHRUGS

SniperSpy is my biggest ship, my OTP, if I’m gonna get gay and talk about two men being in love it’s gonna be about them 90% of the time

SniperSpy is the only one I’ll go absolutely feral over, but I also really love HeavyMedic and Engineer/Soldier/Demoman, I actually have very few ships I don’t like

Blog-Specific

I really would prefer people DON’T tag my headcanons with things like “me” or “kin” or “self ship”. it just kinda makes me uncomfortable to have people do that with my headcanons

I don’t answer asks pertaining to Merc x OC / Reader / generic S/O sorta stuff, I’ll consider doing ficlets with those topics however I’d prefer to be paid for those since there’s a lot more involved with making them

"//mundeez nuts" is my non-tf2/general tag

I am free to pick and choose what I want to answer.  sometimes I read something, and while I like the concept I just don’t think I’ll have the words to answer it so I’ll delete it.  this is to keep myself from getting overwhelmed trying to answer things I genuinely can’t, thus causing myself to stress out and be unable to answer other asks

I used to have a headcanon blog, so if some posts seem familiar it’s because I’ve resposted them here

I’m very dyslexic so don’t expect my text posts to be perfect

for personal reasons, I don’t do genderbent asks

I don’t really answer asks pertaining to kids, the reason being I don’t have much of an interest in them and therefore I’m just not the best person to ask

if you’re gonna reblog one of my headcanon posts to “correct” it, just make your own post.  it’s weird and rude and I certainly did not ask for your opinion, especially if someone was asking for MINE

chances are if I post anything focused on Sniper and Scout, it’s NOT a ship thing.  I would prefer people not tag it as shipping but I know people probably won’t see this / won’t care lol.  but if you see your reblog has been hidden from the post, know that that’s probably why

I don’t really want my blog/headcanons/asks/etc associated with TF2 Twitter.  they make me EXTREMELY uncomfortable with the way they treat transmen as fet/ishes

BYF

I personally cannot get into most 10th class / fem merc things, I won’t shit on people who do enjoy it.  it’s just I’ve had the concepts for both ruined for me and I can’t separate the bad feelings from them anymore.  there are VERY specific scenarios where I can find myself enjoying either

I don’t actually dislike SniperScout as a ship.  I just tend to veer away from it these days because the people who do ship those two are super fucking toxic towards others who ship Sniper with anyone else

also if you’re gonna send anon hate over me shipping SniperSpy, don’t waste your own time and instead do something productive with it.  I’m just gonna delete it anyway

I do not under any circumstances ship Spy and Scout, not even if you claim it’s “not canon”, not even if you use OCs (bc it feels too close to the “but it’s not canon” excuse)

if you’re a proshipper: you’re disgusting, and I do not and will NEVER like you.  stay the fuck away from me and my posts, they are not for people like you.

I block transphobes who f..eti..shize transmen by only portraying us as s/ubm/ssive b/ttoms and don’t see transmen any other way

in general, I block pretty freely.  I’m here to enjoy MY experience and I’m tired of putting others first when they hurt me or make me uncomfortable.  TF2 is a huge comfort thing for me and makes me happy and I’m not gonna let people ruin more aspects about it for me than already have been

[yoditorian]

massive thank you to my followers for getting me to this milestone, and also to everyone who sent in fics!! while i can’t confess to having read all of these works (i’m getting there tho) each comment is from the person who submitted it 💛 i’ve decided to keep this up as a regular thing, hopefully to be able to traffic some more readers to lesser known writers too so keep an eye out for that link

these have been listed in the order i received them, multi chapter works have either the masterlist or first chapter linked, please pay attention to warnings on the individual works

@bee-dameron - kair’ta - din/reader - this is one of my own recs, the original holder of my din djarin loving heart, ellie knows what they’ve done to me.

@keeper0fthestars - would you let me - din/reader - again, a rec of mine, solely responsible for planting tattooed!din in my head. a concept which haunts me daily. 

@thosewickedlovelies - into the woods - frankie/reader - my beloved rachael took a middle of the night shitpost of mine and turned it into something truly beautiful, i can’t wait to see where it goes. 

@anxiety-riddled-mando - shereshoy - mando!oc/reader - the last of my suggested fics, lives rent free in my head and the only thing i will accept as canon. jon favreau who??

@firstofficerwiggles - caretaker - din/reader - It's my fic so this is a hard question to answer but I think the story's strengths are it's romance and the blend of other elements like humor and action.

@heatherbel - desideratum - din/reader - Gorgeous poetic romance with Din Djarin.

@jura-moon - chrysalis - din/reader - The most beautiful slow burn one shot you will ever read. Jura's writing is beyond special. Sweet, emotional, sexy gorgeousness in fic form. 

@wille-zarr - in fields of white - din/reader - I wrote it lolllll jshshdhs.

@papercinders​ - enigma - obi wan/reader - the description of everything!! im not gonna make sense but gosh the author hooks you with the first chapter and drags you along by the neck for the next four

@waatermelon-sugaar - want to kiss? - poe/reader - So sexy 🥵.

@michaelperry - amidst the to and fro - din/reader - It’s a rebel!Din Djarin AU fic that is such a cool what-if idea and is written so beautifully. Din’s characterization is perfect and the whole thing is super sweet and soft. It’s one of my favorite fics I’ve read recently (tbh everything I’ve read of hers so far is amazing).

@maharani-radha-writes - cultural differences - javier/reader - It’s wonderful to be able to experience a little bit of someone else’s culture! And Javi doing his best to accommodate and understand is great to see!

@pumpkin-stars - waiting - frankie/reader - this fic has everything, angst, absolutely staggering symbolism, talk of death, frankie morales and the origin of his iCONIC hat (need i say more) (yes I will), heartache, taking chances, more angst, acceptance, a love confession, a happy ending. This fic is written with such care and empathy it is easily one of my fave frankie fics <3.

@katlikeme - it’s all the same down in the capital - reader + clones - Kat knows my whole heart belongs to her because this fic and i get all weepy just thinking about it.

@fromthedeskoftheraven - visions of sugarplums - jack/reader - being snowed in with Jack Daniels and his endless list of sweet pet names for you. And the pining!  

@mourningbirds1 - the crossroads i’m standing at - javier/steve - Javier peña and steve murphy and all the yearning and pining possible <3.

@miceenscene - star-crossed - din/ofc - din djarin soulmate au that takes your breath away.

@filthybookworm - nothing more and nothing different - frankie/reader - the most beautiful character study of frankie morales and his love languages

@ladylothlorien - oberyn is our greatest post-punk novelist - oberyn/reader - beautifully written modern!oberyn.

@itssmashedavo - mary magdalene - javier/ofc - Incredible OC, excellent pacing and very good writing. 10/10 would recommend.

@corellianhounds - geroya - din + covert - The cutest slice of life Mando fic that I can’t stop thinking about. A lovely unique look at Din from the POV of the covert foundlings. 

@millllenniawrites - warmth - poe/reader - love how Poe is portrayed in all their fics, but this one especially as it's such a slow build, and I can really feel everything when I read it! Also sex pollen is one of my favourite tropes ngl.

@brandyllyn - doppelgänger - nathan/reader - Wow - everything. This fic is just- so perfect! I love how Nathan makes an AI of himself (and believes that everyone would fuck themselves, given the chance) - that is one os the most in-character things I've ever seen Nathan do in fic - it's just perfect! Also love how bad Nathan is in bed at first, and the ending is so hot. Love love love this fic, I reread it regularly.

@youvebeenlivingfictional - don’t treat my love like a habit - santiago/reader - I love reading this series because I love how the characters develop, and how their relationships change over time too. I love the imagery in this fic and its such a comfort read. (Also there needs to be an honourary mention of Magnetic too, by the same author as it has excellent slow-burn pacing).

@woakiees - mistakes and sour grapes - poe/reader - I love how, although its modern-day Poe, it also does a really good job of showing Poe's struggles as he tries to adapt to civilian life. I also really enjoy the slow build between the two of them and Finn's friendship with the reader (also it's made me desperate to try a chocolate cake shot lol). 

@woakiees - and you keep me holding on - santiago/reader - it made me cry so much!!! the emotion, the days counting, the pain of poor Santi, just everything its so good

@brandyllyn - to sell your love for peace - javier/reader - omg ok. the writing in this was so good, and the foreshadowing was excellent - the whole time, I had a sneaking suspicion of what was going to happen, but the clues were so expertly scattered in that I had just convinced myself I was wrong when... (AAAAHHHH I screamed you have no idea it was so good).

@writingletterstothefire - she loves me - santiago/reader - the suspense! I love knowing things that the characters dont and I cant wait to find out how they react! I really enjoy this authors writing too.

@witchyavenger - coffee - richard/reader - how sweet it is!! I just wanna give Richard some love too, he deserves the world, (and the moodpboard for this fic is so good also).

[shrinkthisviolet]

2021 Year-End Fic Review

Taking advantage of @thinkingisadangerouspastime’s open tag! Thanks for giving me a reason to ramble, Amy 💞

Also, I’m only counting posted stories as complete! And I’m counting fics individually, since only my -Week series (2 out of 8) are technically complete.

How many stories did you complete?

This year, I completed 25! Most are oneshots, but two are multichap 🥰which is a first for me!

What is your total word count for the year?

144188 which is...wow 😂 that’s crazy!! And it’s all of my works except 11 (7 from 2020, 1 from 2019, 1 from 2016, and 1 posted in January of this year that I don’t count because it was written in 2019)

What fandoms did you write in this year?

Ooh well ATLA of course. Also Cobra Kai/Karate Kid, Ted Lasso, and the Flash! And I’m gonna try to sneak in something MCU-related in the last few days of the year (emphasis on TRY). There’s a Star Wars fic in the mix too!

Did you write more, less, or roughly about what you expected?

More, but honestly, that’s only because my fanfic impulse control is close to 0 😂

What’s your own favorite story of the year?

This one, because the CK time travel AU as a concept has grown and bloomed into something amazing 💞 it’s how I’m coping with whatever decisions they’ll make in S4

Though a close second is this Empath Daniel fic, because I’m really proud of the worldbuilding 🥰

I also love this Evil Zuko fic 😂 it’s so hard to rank my fics!

(The Bumizumi time travel AU will join my list of favorites soon! I just haven’t gotten to the really fun part yet)

What is your most underappreciated story of the year?

...okay I know I said I don’t count this fic...but screw it, I’m counting it. This Jyn & Leia fic was one I quite liked! It didn’t get the reception I was hoping for, which is a shame, because I definitely think there’s room for these two to be friends within the bounds of canon

Biggest fanfic-related disappointment of 2021?

Hmm...honestly not many? I mean, there’s this series (for Nina Shelley, my Ted Lasso OC) and also this one (for Morgan Wells, my Flash OC) but...not much has really happened in either series yet, so I’m not too surprised. It’s mostly just been set-up (or pay-off without build-up 😂)

Biggest fanfic-related surprise of 2021?

Honestly this Roykeeley & Jamiedani fic, which I actually posted yesterday for a Ted Lasso Secret Santa! It’s blown up more than I expected, and I’m so grateful for that 💞 it wasn’t my favorite fic, and I definitely felt a little imposter syndrome while writing it, but I’m glad people like it! Especially the recipient, which was definitely great to hear

This fic (exploring Barry’s grief in the wake of 3x1 aka Flashpoint) also surprised me–two authors in the fandom who I love dearly loved that fic, and were moved by it, which I’m glad to hear! I wasn’t sure if I was writing Barry and Harry (and grieving, generally) quite right, but I’m glad it worked

Something you’re looking forward to working on in 2022?

My OCs with series (Morgan and Nina) are gonna get their series fleshed out! Amelia, a new OC of mine for Marvel/MCU, is going to get her own series (again, 0 fic-related impulse control 😂)

Other than that...my CK and Bumizumi time travel AUs are steadily chugging along.

I’ve got a couple House of Anubis and Flash oneshots planned! One of the HOA ones is coming in early January (there’s a hard deadline for that one, which is why I can promise a posting date 😂)

Some more Spidey-related oneshots (NWH-related) are coming next year too! That movie really has me in a chokehold

Also...CK S4 fix-its are definitely coming, because I don’t trust this next season very much (some of the things I’m hearing make me nervous...like how they’re gonna treat Sam)

And I promise I’m getting back to that ATLA Soulmate AU at some point next year! Not sure when, but at some point. I’m proud of the worldbuilding for this series, and I wanna explore in the sandbox more! And if anyone wants to run with the worldbuilding, feel free (just make sure to gift it to me and give inspo credit, because I’d love to read it!)

Tagging: @seek--rest @robbykeeneslawyer @connorswhisk @blackaquokat @usaonetwothree @starstruckpurpledragon @squireofgeekdom and anyone else who wants to do it!

[amysteryspot]

Mystery’s Original Characters List

Inspired by Hails @haileyybird and my growing want to talk about them, here we have a list of my OCs. This might help you understand what I’m talking about sometimes and to know what I plan to work on.

The list is not complete and will be updated from time to time. There are OCs that don’t have docs published yet, some others gave me the idea for reader insert fics that will be linked for you to have an idea about their personality. Some of them have faceclaims, but most of the time Imlike to pick some characteristics and go with it.

A/N: As stated in The Solomons Siblings, the moodboards for the Solomons boys are not mine and belong to @tortugahoe​, as well as some info about Daniel, and the amazing choice in casting. Esther was created by me, and I tried to do her moodboard as similar as I could to the rest of them.

Ask games:

Daphne Scott from Nothing’s Fair in Love and War (face claim: Lily Collins)

Daphne is a former nurse that served during the war and has a close relationship with Alfie, working as his right-hand woman. She has a twin brother that died during the war. Tommy takes a liking to her when he starts working with Alfie and drama ensues with Alfie’s betrayal and Grace’s return. Her best friend, Harriet, is also a former nurse that, nowadays, owns a very known brothel in London. William, a doctor who served with both of them during the war is someone Daphne carries really close to heart, even when people expect their relationship to be awkward because they’re former lovers. She is a high-class lady that willingly chose to detach herself from her family for thinking differently.

Agnes Stewart from Little Lamb (face claim: Emmy Rossum)

A good catholic girl. That’s how people always referred to Agnes. She comes from a very strict and almost excessively catholic family, being considered a miracle since her parents had a hard time conceiving. Agnes is sweet and kinda, too shy for her own good, and afraid to really express her opinions. That changes when she starts working for Polly and gets to meet Tommy and Alfie. Surprisingly, she develops a very close relationship with Lizzie, and slowly lets herself become her own person, distancing herself from the abusive environment she was brought up in.

Eve appears in Just keep it a secret, Wanderess and Midnight in Paris

A liar and a thief. Eve navigates through life on her own. She has no roots and her loyalty is only to herself. Growing up without a family, being deceived and betrayed more than once, she learned never to trust in people. Eve leads her life and her or kin a very similar way: wrapped in secrets. You never know when she is going to show up or when she is going to live. Working as a thief, she holds leverage against all of her clients to keep herself alive, and tried very hard not to create attachments. Alfie has worked with her a few times, and introduces her to Tommy, marking the beginning of an interesting game of cat and mouse.

Kathleen Sheppard inspired Better With You, Out of Time and Just Tonight

A friend, a counselor, a lover, a partner, a daughter... Kath has been many thing through her life, but she was always her own person. Growing up in Watery Lane, the only daughter of a Scottish mother and British father, she was always very close to the Shelby’s. Kath helped Polly keep things up and running during the war, when she lost both her parents. Tommy and her always treated each other as best-friends, having crossed that line a few times, becoming lovers of some sorts after he came back from the war. A complicated relationship that had many ups and down because the two of them are too strong headed to admit their feeling for fear to what it would mean to their friendship in case it didn’t worked out. The thing they never realized is that the relationship had been working just alright for a long time.

Georgiana Abbott inspired Heaven in Hiding and Sold my soul to a three-piece

The village girl that wanted more than people thought she should. Georgiana grew up in the same village Michael was brought to, creating a strong bond with the boy. She has a younger sister and started having a complicated relationship with her parents once she voiced her aspirations of going to college. They wanted her to find a good husband and be a housewife, but Georgiana refused to settle down for anything less than what she dreamed of: becoming a lawyer. That’s how she chose to leave the village and go to Oxford to try her luck. Her family chose to cut any ties with her, she made her way through school with hard work and some unpleasant situations, having lost contact with everyone from the village, including Michael. Georgiana found an unexpected companion in Daniel Solomons, and after graduating ended up winning a case against Shelby Company Ltd, getting to encounter Michael again and meet his new family, including a very unpleased Tommy.

Aurelia Changretta inspired Don’t know how to stop

The youngest of the Changretta children is used at working in the shadows. She has always been a good listener, learning quickly and giving advice to both her father and older brothers. Aurelia knew that the mafia would never allow her to work for them, it didn’t matter how good she was, how sharp she was, and she made her peace with it, finding a way to be involved on the business without being upfront about it. She married at a young age to the son of the Don of the Sicilian mafia, the Cosa Nostra, only to lose hi. During the war. After her husband’s death, she stayed living with her father-in-law, until John Shelby beat up her brother Angel, and interference was needed to avoid a blood bath. Always the strategist, Aurelia saw in the vendetta a way to gain more power by marrying the Peaky Blinders leader, Thomas Shelby.

Laura Shelby from I want a divorce

Bond to Tommy since before the war, Laura had learned to navigate through changes. She was the oldest child, the one that took care of the house and her siblings so her parents could work. That worked at home, as a seamstress to help with the bills. That is until she got pregnant and was almost thrown out of her family home for giving herself up to a gypsy. Then learning how to deal with leaving with the Shelby’s, with Tommy changing when his father went away and his mother killed herself. They had to go through the lost of their child and then the war. Life has made them both colder, harder, but even then, Laura never thought that she would have to deal with her husband’s unfaithfulness. Not when she was expecting their child.

Esther Solomons appears in The Solomons Siblings and Hanukkah with the Solomons (face claim: Anna Von Klinski)

The youngest siblings of the Solomons household is a girl that has all her brothers wrapped around her finger. Esther, named after Hadassa, know and Queen Esther, that marked a Persian king and was responsible for gaining the Jews permission for the Jews to kill their enemies when one of the king’s advisors gets permission to get all the Jews in the kingdom killed. She certainly takes the courage of her namesake, fighting prejudice and resistance while she was pursuing her studies and then, later, when she earned a place in her brother’s business.

Daniel Solomons appears in The Solomons Siblings and Hanukkah with the Solomons (face claim: Charlie Hunnam)

As the second youngest, Charlie is a little bit spoiled. He gets away with a lot stuff that he shouldn’t. A very well mannered and charming guy, that actually made his way to college, but ended up being expelled for fighting. Daniel is probably the most well tempered of all of his siblings, but when he looses control it does get bloody. And he likes it. Deciding to stay around his family, Daniel ended up taking care of the jewelry business, something he takes pride in.

Charlie Solomons appears in The Solomons Siblings and Hanukkah with the Solomons (face claim: Travis Fimmel)

Being the middle child is not an easy task and is probably one of the reasons why Charlie has anger management issues. He is always picking a fight, for whatever reason, and just doesn’t know how to stop. Charlie motto is “beat first, ask questions never”. A good reason for Alfie closing him to take care of the man around the distillery and the protection business around Camden. He thought about staying in the army after the war, but ended up deciding to come back home because he’s too attached to his family.

Henry Solomons appears in The Solomons Siblings and Hanukkah with the Solomons (face claim: Logan Marshall-Green)

The oldest of the Solomons’ siblings never wanted tomatoes part in the family business. This fact cause many disagreements between the boys, especially with Alfie, until Henry decided to leave and start a life on his own. Sometimes he resents his family for not supporting him on his decisions, but he also blames himself for not having tried harder to stay with them and help with whatever he could. Even stranger from his family, Henry tried to keep an eye on them and check if everything is alright. He does take part in family meetings and holidays, in part because of his mother and sister, in part because he misses the chaos that the five of them create when together. Henry became a doctor an served during the war as one.

Crystal “Icebreaker” Kazansky (Fandom: Top Gun: Maverick)

More than just the daughter of Admiral Tom “Iceman” Kazansky, Crystal is also a woman that goes after what she wants. Following her father’s footsteps, Crystal enlists in the Navy and is later selected to the Top Gun program, graduating as the top of her class, just like her father. Her callsign is “Icebreaker” because people say she’s the only one able to break her father’s composure while flying. Crystal is also known as a very easygoing person that is able to get out of any situation with a smile and a snarky remark. She has an older brother that is a civilian engineer and also a couple of nephews. Maverick is her godfather and her mother partially blames him for her addiction to speed and choice of career.

[that-scouse-wizard]

Sightseeing Part Two

`A/N: Welcome to part two of Sightseeing, hope you guys enjoy my interpretation of Liverpool’s wizarding community. All I’ll say for the moment... Scouse Elves.

Also, just a couple of Face Claims for some OCs who are going to appear in this:

Thomas Tremblay Thornwood III A.K.A Old Tom: Mark Addy (also voice claim).

Marcus Jacques: Daniel John-Jules. Voice Claim: Levi Roots.

MC friends: Judith Harris @judediangelo75

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Judith let out a startled yelp that turned to shrieks as she and David dropped onto an almost-vertical slope, sliding down it and beginning to quickly pick up speed. It was made of a smooth, black marble laced with white lines, bright lights intermittently illuminating the passage. 

Judith however couldn’t have given less of a damn about how it looked in that moment. There was nothing to hold onto except David’s hand, tightening her grip with what felt like near bone-crushing strength. Her friend was the only familiar thing on the slide and she wasn’t about to let him go. 

Although in contrast to her, David was having the time of his life, laughing like a madman. All Judith could do was pause her screaming briefly as she gave him an incredulous look, at least he wasn’t worried. The slope was rapidly becoming less steep, eventually curving until it plateaued. The remaining momentum the two friends had still moved them forward to the end of a short tunnel heading towards a warm, orange glow.

Slowing, then eventually stopping, the two found themselves in a fairly busy pub. Red brick pillars held the building up. The flagstones of the floor were a deeper red, cut into hexagonal shapes and lined black. The tables were fairly small, pushed up against the walls of the pub to make a clear pathway through the building, each one accommodating two to four stools. Lanterns lit with candles, some on the table others levitated around in a fixed pattern illuminated the establishment, giving it a homely feel despite the simplicity.

A long, mahogany bar was being tended to by an unshaven, portly man. His receding black hair was flecked with grey, his stubble already having turned the same colour. 

Behind the bar was lined with various drinks on shelves, most notably though was a pair of broomsticks crossed over one another. Two flags were hung either side of the X-shape. One, like the flagstones, was red with the side profile of a lion in mid-roar painted in black. The other was a smart, marine blue with a white eagle painted on it, also from a side profile with the eagle looking to be in mid-strike as if getting ready to attack its prey. The two symbols were positioned to be facing each other as if their respective mascots were about to do battle.

Quidditch teams clearly, though Judith didn’t recognise them at all. 

David got up, Judith followed, her hand still firmly clasped in his as he guided off the black marble platform they found themselves on. Any interest other patrons had of the new arrivals quickly dwindled. Judith looked around taking in the sight, it was certainly very... red. Finally letting go of David’s hand, she balled it into a fist and promptly punched him in the arm.

“Ow! Judith what was that for?” David yelped, though both the grin and the laugh that accompanied his question made it clear he knew exactly why he’d received it.

“For taking me on that.” Judith hissed, gesturing to the exit of the slide.

David shrugged, “I said ‘brace yourself’.” He responded cheekily.

Judith looked thoroughly unimpressed, “What part of ‘brace yourself’ means ‘I’m going to put you on a bloody death trap?’”

A raucous laugh was what she got in response, though it didn’t come from David. The bartender seemed to be enjoying the show, “Friend of yours, David?” He asked with a chuckle, his accent making it known he was from Yorkshire.

 “She is,” David confirmed, sounding quite proud of the fact, “This is Judith, a friend of mine from Hogwarts. Judith, this is Tom, he runs the pub.”

The old man beamed at the introduction, “Thomas Tremblay Thornwood III, most people just call me Old Tom. Welcome to The Purple Griffin. Is it your first time visiting Under Mersey, Judith?” He asked kindly.

“Yes.” Judith answered quietly, giving a nod. The bartender seemed nice, if a little loud.

“Thought so,” He smirked, “Now, important question, Red or Blue?” He asked, slightly louder, a few patrons and even David looked to Judith expectantly.

“Um...” Judith mumbled, a bit confused as to what the question meant. They were both colours she wore and liked though she supposed did prefer red..., “Red.” She answered, the reaction from everyone who was bothered to listen was immediate.

“We’ve got another Lion’s fan lads!” Tom declared, causing those who had taken an interest to either cheer, others let out groans of disapproval. 

David was one of those who was pleased with her answer, giving her a slap on the back, “I knew you’d make the right choice.”

“Can you at least tell me what choice I made?” Judith asked, really needing some context.

“Liverpool Lions, Everton Eagles,” David said pointing at the red and blue flag respectively, “Both are Liverpool teams and frequently top contenders in the Amateur Division of the British and Irish Quidditch League. They’re fierce rivals with most other teams, but it’s at their worst with each other.” That explained it, Judith only knew of the twelve teams that were considered professional.

“And you support the Lions?” Judith asked, 

“That’s right, had to go with the Reds all the way.” David grinned. 

“Ah.” Judith nodded knowingly, her friend supported Liverpool Football Club, so she supposed it made sense he would be a fan of their Quidditch equivalent.

“In fact...” David began as he started rummaging through the pouch of coins his mother had given him, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Taking out six sickles before putting the silver coins on the bar and sliding them over to Tom, “Give us the Lion’s Summertime Specials.” Tom took the silvers with a conspiring grin.

“Take away?” The bartender asked, receiving a nod from David. At that prompt, Tom produced two cold bottles of butterbeer, causing Judith to give both of them a questioning look.

“I thought butterbeer was worth two sickles each?” She asked.

“Not the way Tom does them, watch.” David stated, now Judith was curious. Tom took out two large cups, emptying the contents of the bottles into them before calling out.

“Crocky! I need two pomegranates, and a mortar and pestle.”

“On it Tom!” A high-pitched scouse accent called back. It wasn’t long before the odd assortment of items was floated into the bar from the back area of the pub, guided by a house elf dressed in a starch-white chef’s outfit. His big, grey eyes only glancing at David and Judith briefly.

Judith’s eyes widened at that, the only house elves she had met were treated poorly at best, like slaves at worst. They would never refer to their master so casually, it was unheard of. The fact that this house elf had a healthy, lean build compared to the thin, frail frames of most other elves was another indicator something odd was going on. That wasn’t even mentioning how well-dressed the elf was. Perhaps David would know.

“Thank you.” Tom said to Crocky as he began deseeding the pomegranates, emptying the seeds into the mortar and starting to grind them up. The house elf disappeared back into the kitchens.

Judith watched the sight, curious as to see just what Tom was doing. It took a moment but Tom’s strong arms eventually ground down the seeds into a fine pulp. Mixing the juice into the butterbeer with a wooden stirrer briefly dyed the drink an orange colour. It didn’t last long as the mixture fizzed from the stirring, a scarlet hue quickly overtaking the contents of the cup, causing the foam on top to turn a light pink. 

“Go on then, drink up.” Tom said, looking ready to receive their verdict.

Judith took her cup, intrigued at the idea of a fruity-tasting butterbeer, Briefly knocking her cup against David’s one before taking a sip. It still had a sweet taste to it but lessened from the sour edge of the pomegranate juice. Yet the extra flavour wasn’t overwhelming, in fact it was quite refreshing, more so an ordinary butterbeer.

“It’s nice,” Judith responded positively.

“Good as always Tom.” David said, nodding in agreement.

“Glad I haven’t lost my touch.” The bartender grinned. The deep, rhythmic tolling of a bell from outside suddenly cut in, ringing twelve times before it was silenced, “Sounds like lunch time, you could always have some pub grub but I reckon that you’ll want to show your friend around Under Mersey won’t you, David?”

“That’s right.” David said.

“Well, off with you both then,” He said, making a shooing motion with his hand, “Just remember our motto.”

“Do us harm and we bring the weight of the Mersey down on your head.” David echoed with a grin.

“Exactly. Enjoy your time out there you two.” With that statement from the bartender, the two friends stepped out into the streets of Under Mersey.

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Judith was impressed, Under Mersey was definitely not like Diagon Alley. It wasn’t just a single alley. This place was an entire town, quite literally under the noses of muggles. 

Yet despite it being underground in a cavern that must have taken years to carve out, yet strangely, it felt no different to how it had been on the surface. It was warm with just the faintest hint of a sea breeze. A huge enchanted lantern acted like a miniature sun, moving slowly in tandem with the time displayed on a prominent clock tower on the southern end of the town. An illusory sky was even being maintained to mirror the weather on the surface.

The streets were a mix of cobblestone and pavements. Most buildings had chimneys that stretched far upwards, acting as support to the ceiling above. Four pillars at the four corners of the town also seemed to assist in holding up the ceiling, yet unlike the chimneys, they didn’t appear to be directly attached to any other building. It was certainly a feat of architecture that wizards had even managed to do this.

It wasn’t simply dull and lifeless though, Judith saw more than a few colourful plants growing either in planters on the streets or accommodated on outside window sills of buildings.

Luckily, David was willing to explain everything to her.

“Basically, we’re right under the River Mersey that runs by Liverpool. Vents on the ceiling and the chimneys are enchanted at either end to filter the air through. It’s why we’re able to breathe, and why the entire place isn’t flooded. The Pillars are where the town gets its water supply from. Pipes run underneath the streets to get it to the buildings. Not bad that it’s still around, seeing as construction began in 1801 and finished in 1823.”

Judith gave an impressed whistle. Whoever had come up with this, and even spent more than two decades seeing it through to completion must have had both ambition and patience.

“So what’s the deal with Old Tom and... Crocky was it?” Judith asked after having a sip from her butterbeer. They had left the building behind as they walked, though it could be easily found again, no other building had the same lavender hue as the brickwork the pub was made out of. Still, she was curious of the relationship between Tom and his house elf.

“That’s right,” David confirmed, “Far as I know, Old Tom is a squib, born to a pure-blood family. Don’t know when he and Crocky met but apparently, Tom gave him that chef’s uniform, Crocky just stuck around as an employee.”

“Really?” Judith asked in surprise. If any owner actually gave their house elf a piece of clothing, chances are they would take it and run. It spoke volumes of Crocky’s loyalty if he truly cared for the person who was apparently his ex-master.

“Yeah, I’ve been around them outside of working hours, the two of them act like best mates. Some even say Under Mersey is actually run by house elves.” Judith looked confused at the last part of David’s statement, causing him to elaborate, “The lantern, the ‘sky’, even the charms on the vents and chimneys? All of it is managed and maintained by house elves. The wizards and witches bring in business and live here. Some are even in charge of overseeing maintenance but ultimately it’s the elves who stop the place from bein’ destroyed.”

“Wow.” Judith said, marvelling at the sights again. She had a respect for the house-elves, putting up with so much. Quite literally holding this place together was just another feat that only cemented that sentiment.

Judith would have loved to explore the town a bit more but for the moment she was starting to feel a bit peckish...

“How about we go get some food?” David said.

Judith grinned at her friend practically reading her mind, “Sounds good, let’s go!” With that prompt, David guided Judith closer to the centre of the town.

This part of Under Mersey was by far the most active and Judith could see why, it seemed to be where most of the town’s shops were located. A wandmaker, a book shop, and practically every other kind of shop a wizard or witch could need. 

A stone fountain was the centrepiece for the town square. Two cormorants that towered over people, being at least eight feet tall. They faced away from each other, one looking west, the other looking east, the tips of their outstretched wings almost touching. A sprig of seaweed was clasped in their beaks.

However, both friends wanted to follow their stomachs at the moment and they certainly had options...

Looking one way, Judith could see that an odd assortment of restaurants had been packed into a single long street, thronging with people eager for lunch.. Chinese, Indian, Turkish. Spanish, Greek, French. Those were just some of the ones Judith noted. 

Yet despite the range of mouth-watering scents. the tempting food on display and even the occasional encouragement from a place’s owner, there was just one that really caught Judith’s eye.

A lot smaller when compared to the other restaurants, hanging above its doors was a string of flags. One of which was had three stripes blue on both sides, gold in the middle, with the head of a black trident in its centre.

That was the flag of Barbados, accompanied by flags of the other Caribbean islands. Above them was the name of the restaurant, only confirming Judith’s suspicions, Jacques’ Caribbean Cuisine. Judith knew exactly where she wanted to go, making a b-line for the restaurant as David followed close behind.

“Welcome,” A friendly tone was the first thing the pair of friends heard. Greeting them was a somewhat tall, lean and dark-skinned man. He was balding with a greying goatee, the hair he had left turning the same colour. He seemed to be in a cheerful mood despite his restaurant being empty in such a rush, “What can I interest you kids in today?”

Judith perked up at the man’s accent, it was similar to her Barbadian one, he definitely wasn’t British, “Where are you from?” Judith asked the man excitedly.

A bit confused at his question not being answered, the man responded, “Jamaica, and yourself?”

“I’m from Barbados.” She answered proudly, the man’s eyes went wide at that.

“Really? Girl if I was born a few decades later, you and me would have practically been neighbours!” He said enthusiastically, Judith grinned at, “And you boy?”

“Local.” David answered proudly, gesturing above..

“Ah, good, I like Liverpool. Think it’s a good city.” He said in approval, “Marcus Jacques, I came over here on request of the Ministry about thirty years ago. I was about twenty then, I’m fifty now.”

“Wait, I think I’ve heard of you,” David said in realisation. Judith looked at her friend curiously, “You started all of well... that outside.”

Marcus took on a smug expression at that, “Right you are, I got shipped up here by the Ministry, I was asked to come over after that war the muggles had in the fourties and decided the food this side of  the wizarding world could do with a bit more variety. Now don’t get me wrong, British food can be nice. Crocky at the Purple Griffin makes a great shepherd’s pie but I needed something to remind me of home. A couple more people got interested in the idea and we thought it would be nice to set up in the local community.” The man let out a chuckle, clearly reminiscing. David and Judith listening intently for him to continue, there was always a ‘but’ in these situations.

“See, a few in the local Ministry at the time were quite insular about new things coming in, they kicked up a fuss. We kicked up a bigger one and what you see outside is the result of the wizarding community here using the cultures right on their doorstep not too much differently to how the muggle side does. Anyway, enough of an old man’s ramblings, how about I give the two of you a taste of the Caribbean?”

“Yes please!” Judith said, practically bouncing on the balls of her feet, “Do you serve brown stew chicken?” 

“’Do I serve brown stew chicken?’“ Marcus echoed back in a playfully sarcastic manner, “Of course I do, I’ll get right on it.” Yet he didn’t ask David what he wanted, “For you boy, I’ve got something special. Call it a Caribbean twist on something considered British.” 

Judith looked eager as she took a seat while David shrugged in acceptance. The owner leaving the two friends alone as he set to work in the kitchen.

“So, what do you think of your first time in Liverpool?” David asked eagerly as he sat across from his friend. 

“It’s... nice, I’ve had fun so far,” Judith answered honestly, “Though, can I ask something?”

“Yeah go on Judith.” 

“Can we plan these holidays in advance next time?” David looked perplexed at the question, “Please, David.” She quietly begged.

Though he was still a bit confused, David knew Judith wouldn’t just ask him a question like that out of the blue. He was sure she had a good reason, “Of course  we can Judith, whatever you want.”

Judith looked immensely grateful for his positive response, “Thank you David. You know, one of these days, I’ll have to take you to Barbados. It’s a beautiful country, white sandy beaches, lush greenery, the sea shining like sapphire.” She stated, clearly proud of her homeland.

David gave her a smile, “I’d like that, and now that you’ve described it for me, I’ll have to go.”

“To our future holidays?” Judith asked, raising up the half-full cup of butterbeer. 

David raised own, though his was almost empty, “To Liverpool, Lancaster and Barbados... one of those destinations is not like the other two.” He finished with a chuckle. Judith had to laugh as they knocked the cups together. From there on, the two settled into a content silence, it wasn’t long before Marcus came by with their food.

“Hope you kids enjoy.” He said, placing their meals and cutlery in front of them. 

Judith’s was several pieces of chicken covered in a rich, brown gravy that contained pieces of carrot and onion. Served with fluffy, white rice that soaked up any of the gravy was in contact with. 

David’s was comparatively simpler. It looked like fish and chips, strangely, the fish was in pieces. The batter looked crispy and light but was flecked with spots of red. The accompaniments... looked like very thick-cut chips but they just... weren’t.

“Saltfish fritters, and boiled and fried breadfruit.” Marcus confirmed.

Judith had already begun tucking in to her food, clearly enjoying it, “Mmm.” She managed to hum to satisfaction through a mouthful of food, giving a thumbs up.

David cut a small piece off the fish with a particularly prominent red fleck. It was nice, the batter was crispy, the fish soft with a distinct taste of salt. Then... hot... it was spicy. David began panting like a dog as he felt his nose starting to run.

“Oh no... I think he bit into a piece of scotch bonnet.” Marcus realised, “Hang on, I’ll get you some yoghurt.” It would be the only thing that could relieve the spiciness.

While Marcus sped into the kitchen again, Judith couldn’t help but laugh a bit at her friends misfortune, “David you’re a beater, and you can’t handle a bit of spice?” She chuckled, David couldn’t even muster a retort, just glare, causing Judith to let out another laugh, “Hey this is what you get for surprising me with how you got us here.” 

[brainsdivided]

Uncommon Questions for OC’s and Their Creators (1/2)

(Art by Yesjejunus!)

I saw @bloody-fists-beating-hearts and @socksual-innuendos​ doing it so I’m answering all of them cause I can and I love my boys. Original by @cassandrapentayaaaaas​

So I don’t take up someone’s entire dash, peep under cut for it :) 

ps. some warning: read tags for any mentions of triggers or things you find uncomfortable, Isaac and Ezekiel have had tough lives and since a lot of that occurs during childhood it may cause some distress for readers.

QUESTIONS FOR YOUR OCs:

What’s the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do?

Ezekiel? Never. If it looks like he’s doing nothing, he’s actually daydreaming or bouncing his leg or fiddling with pieces of his clothes. Isaac also cannot sit still. This starts to change as he gets older, but when he moves to Zion he needs to be keeping his mind active on a physical thing, like studying.How easy is it for your character to laugh?

Ezekiel will laugh at just about anything. He’s a child at heart and will crack a giggle and the smallest of things. Even when he’s in combat, you might hear a devilish chuckle. Isaac is different, because of his teenage years, he doesn’t feel as much happiness as he once did. Genuine laughs are rare and at most, he’ll give a weak light-hearted laugh, especially when recalling a good story. For kids, he’ll feign a belly laugh.

How do they put themselves to bed at night (reading, singing, thinking?)

Ezekiel never puts himself to bed. It will always be Joshua or Isaac that reads or talks him to sleep just as Courier Six once did. If Ezekiel is alone, he will think himself to sleep. If Joshua is available and not willing to put Ezekiel to bed and depriving him of comfort items, he will scream and cry himself to exhaustion.  Isaac has cried and screamed himself to exhaustion on more than one occasion but will never admit it. he does his best to fall asleep to music on the radio or on a holotape.

How easy is it to earn their trust?

It’s not very easy to gain either brothers’ trust. Ezekiel follows the ‘If you’re a friend of theirs, you’re a friend of mine’ phrase. Isaac doesn’t trust anyone completely until he spends enough time around them. He believes everyone has good in them and will give them the benefit of the doubt, BUT he won’t be caught off guard if someone happens to turn on him. 

How easy is it to earn their mistrust?

For either brother, the second you turn on one of them or their family and friends, it’s game over. Ezekiel won’t take verbal or physical acts lightly, but if it’s verbal, Isaac will offer a second chance. He won’t give out a third.

Do they consider laws flexible, or immovable?

Ezekiel will follow laws that he feels he doesn’t need to break at the time. If he can justify it, including ‘Cause I can, there’s no one to stop me’ he will break it. Isaac follows all laws, even the ones he doesn’t want to. For the ones he doesn’t want to, he’ll find ways to bend them, especially if they’re immoral/unreasonable in his eyes. Best example I can give is in the Legion, not sure if it’s actually a law, but, women are treated as breeding stock and that’s it. Isaac had slaves but would only treat them as such around the other legionaries. Behind closed doors, he cooks for them and looks after them personally. Never once did he use them as breeding stock.  

What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling?

Ezekiel is in almost a complete state of nostalgia constantly as he unconsciously tries to live his old life in Goodsprings in Zion. Good food, sleeping in a quiet camp, hunting, learning from Joshua/father-figure, etc. helps keep him grounded in his world. Isaac often receives nostalgia from intrusive memories, but as a physical thing, probably his appearance. In a fit of fear and rage, he destroyed his mirror and where the river runs next to his home he added extra rocks to help disfigure his reflection when he’s near the water. It brings him great pain to see his own face and body due to the scars he received from the Legion. 

What were they told to stop/start doing most often as a child?

Pre-story... Ezekiel was probably told to stop beating up kids for minor offenses and Isaac was probably told to not worry so much about Ezekiel doing dangerous things.

Do they swear? Do they remember their first swear word?

Both swear and neither remember when they first did.

What lie do they most frequently remember telling? Does it haunt them?

Isaac’s most common lie is the typical “I’m fine.” a lie that isn’t spoken about except when before the story takes place, is that the Courier was very sick, but Isaac, Courier, and Cass made Ezekiel believe otherwise so that Ezekiel could continue to dream of the amazing man his dad once was. Which that in itself would be haunting, because he’s holding up a dam of terrible things. While Ezekiel would constantly say “No.” to the question, “Did you eat anything you weren’t supposed to?” 9/10, he ate something he wasn’t supposed to. That doesn’t haunt him, but he’ll regret lying when he ends up with intestinal obstruction or food poisoning. 

How do they cope with confusion (seek clarification, pretend they understand, etc)?

As soon as the confusion hits, depending on the scenario and how he’s feeling he might interrupt the conversation to ask for clarification or he’ll tune out what’s being said so that he can think on his thoughts. Isaac will pretend he understands if the conversation isn’t relating to something dire. 

How do they deal with an itch found in a place they can’t quite reach?

Isaac will ask his brother or a friend for help but if he’s alone, he’ll use a stick or his wall. Ezekiel will go up to anyone and ask, but if not, he’ll turn into a yao gui and rub his back on anything. GOTTA GET THAT ITCH.

What color do they think they look best in? Do they actually look best in that color?

Ezekiel likes orange and Isaac likes white. I think they could both pull off black. Anyone can, black is a flattering color but who would want to wear that in the desert sun?

What animal do they fear most?

Ezekiel doesn’t have a lot of fear towards any creature, but I’d say feral ghouls or Deathclaws and Isaac fears spore carriers.

How do they speak? Is what they say usually thought of on the spot, or do they rehearse it in their mind first?

Ezekiel will always say what comes to mind. Isaac will think before he speaks.

What makes their stomach turn?

I’ve got nothing for Ezekiel, but Isaac would barf if he smelled or saw a rotting corpse. 

Are they easily embarrassed?

Ezekiel is fine being quirky but there are some situations that makes him a radstag in flashlight. Isaac feels more shame than embarrassment. 

What embarrasses them?

Ezekiel has been known to wet the bed even into early adulthood. Also, while he is fine playing with kid-oriented items, depending on his current emotion and he’s made fun of, he’ll either respond with embarrassment or anger. Isaac gets second-hand embarrassment from Ezekiel’s behaviors sometimes. He once wet the bed and was caught by Daniel when doing laundry but it was agreed to never be brought up or mentioned again. He mostly feels embarrassment/shame when doing or caught using chems.

What is their favorite number?

Ezekiel’s is the number 6 because Courier Six was his dad. Isaac does not have a favorite number.

If they were asked to explain the difference between romantic and platonic or familial love, how would they do so?

Oh boy. Ezekiel might not be able to tell the difference. He might just say that romantic love makes ‘funny things happen’ so to speak even as an adult. All three might overlap for him. Though I guess it would depend on the person reading since my RP partner did not like when I had Ezekiel be affectionate towards Joshua (Hugging and asking to share a bed) as ‘boys don’t always ask their dads for hugs or to sleep with them, it’s inappropriate’ but if daughters can do that with their mothers, who cares? 

Isaac would go on a long shpeel about the psychology of romantic, platonic, and familial love, I’m too tired to write how he’d explain it.

Why do they get up in the morning?

Ezekiel gets up because it’s a new day and the second he opens his eyes, he’s a ball of energy! Breakfast. Also breakfast. Isaac gets up for the people he loves and for the people who need him.

How does jealousy manifest itself in them (they become possessive, they become aloof, etc)?

Ezekiel gets vocal. He’ll make sure you know that you’re spending too much of his time around his brother or Joshua. Isaac will get quiet. 

How does envy manifest itself in them (they take what they want, they become resentful, etc)?

Ezekiel will take what he wants/intervene. Isaac might get bitter about it, but he’ll remind himself that there are others that are more important or who need it more.

Is sex something that they’re comfortable speaking about? To whom?

Their thoughts on this is pretty similar regardless of age, but speaking from age ranges 18-23, Ezekiel doesn’t really understand it, so he’ll talk to anyone about it. When he does, he’s blunt about it, too which makes for some comedic relief when Joshua is involved in the conversation. Isaac won’t really talk about it if he’s involved. If he does, it’s with Daniel or with whoever he ends up sleeping with. If it’s in a medical context, it doesn’t matter the person. 

What are their thoughts on marriage?

Ezekiel doesn’t have an opinion on marriage, but his brother and godfather would feel as though he isn’t ready for a relationship, yet. Isaac likes when others get married, but he himself does not feel worthy of a steady relationship.

What is their preferred mode of transportation?

Walking.

What causes them to feel dread?

When Ezekiel gets caught doing something he shouldn’t by Joshua. Isaac - when it’s night, his generator dies, and when his radio stops working simultaneously or when Daniel forbade him that one time from studying and working because he nearly worked himself to death.

Would they prefer a lie over an unpleasant truth?

Both would want the truth, but Ezekiel believes in a lie that his brother and mother once told.

Do they usually live up to their own ideals?

Ezekiel believes he’s the best at almost everything and Isaac knows he could do better, but it’s too late.

Who do they most regret meeting?

N/A

Who are they the most glad to have met?

locating Joshua was Ezekiel’s primary goal when running from Goodsprings so I’d imagine that he’d be glad to have found him. Isaac’s could be either Daniel or an unnamed Legion girl.

Do they have a go-to story in conversation? Or a joke?

Ezekiel would try to talk casually about his parents’ death and of the crimes he’s committed. Isaac doesn’t have a go-to.

Could they be considered lazy?

Yes and no. To others, they’d be lazy, but Isaac has depression and insomnia, and Ezekiel’s behavior is similar to a child so he may just be stubborn.

How hard is it for them to shake a sense of guilt?

If the guilt was brought on by Joshua, Ezekiel would need some reassurance directly from him to fix it. Isaac is constantly ridden with guilt.

How do they treat the things their friends come to them excited about? Are they supportive?

Both are supportive!

Do they actively seek romance, or do they wait for it to fall into their lap?

Neither seeks romance. Isaac might look for partners for one night stands, but that’s it.

Do they have a system for remembering names, long lists of numbers, things that need to go in a certain order (like anagrams, putting things to melodies, etc)?

Both are very good at matching names to faces, but Ezekiel uses his fingers to count and sometimes uses melodies. Isaac likes to file things.

What memory do they revisit the most often?

So far that’s been thought of, Ezekiel revisits the death of his parents most often and Isaac revisits the possible events that led up to him becoming a decanus. 

How easy is it for them to ignore flaws in other people?

Ezekiel is willing to forget them if they didn’t directly wrong him. Isaac never forgets, he just chooses to overlook them but still keeping them in mind.

How sensitive are they to their own flaws?

Ezekiel never really recognizes his flaws until they’re pointed out. As he gets older though he does start to acknowledge them more. A scene I’ve thought of is when he’s 22 and still playing with children’s toy soldiers. He plays with them with little enthusiasm, abandoning his amusements not by choice. Isaac is aware of his flaws but doesn’t try to better them, but instead tries to better others. 

How do they feel about children?

Ezekiel at times believes he is a child, and will try to engage with other children. Some find it creepy but those that know him are fine with it because they know he has good intentions. Isaac is passionate about children and will protect them with his life. While escaping the legion, he had recruits younger than him that he helped escape, some ending up being adopted out to Dead Horse, Sorrows, and New Canaanite families. Even in the Legion, Isaac showed all children he came across respect and kindness.

How badly do they want to reach their end goal?

Neither truly has an end goal. Isaac wants to see the Legion end in a way where it’s people can recover as quickly as possible, so by working with the Followers of the Apocalypse, he can help out stragglers. Ezekiel just wants to become someone Joshua can be proud of. Be the son he never had and never expected to have.

If someone asked them to explain their sexuality, how would they do so?

Isaac would say that he used to be attracted to women, but because he spent so much time around women who loved and cherished him for his kindness, he’d find it wrong to date someone who only loved that he was kind to them. He still finds women attractive, just not enough to act on it. As for men, he could tell you who is handsome, but in a platonic way. 

Ezekiel couldn’t tell for the longest time what he was attracted to, but in an alternative story line, when he thought it was women, he ended up finding himself feeling more for a man.

[noona-clock]

Mistletoe Manor - Part 7

Genre: 1900′s AU/Romance

Pairings: Park Seo Joon, Bang Yongguk, Brian Kang, Jung Daehyung, Jung Jaehyun, Lee Taeyong x OCs

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 | Words: 2,230

A/N: Chelle ( @prettywordsyouleft​​ ) and I wanted to create a magical Christmas for everyone and what better way to do that than at Mistletoe Manor! Because of the nature of having several idols, we chose to work with OCs and we hope you love them as much as we do.

Mistletoe Manor will be posted daily at 10am NZST / 4pm EST daily.

“Right then, all finished,” Brian murmured to himself just after hanging up the last of Yongguk’s suit jackets in the wardrobe. He shut the door gently before bending to close and latch the trunk, sliding it underneath the bed.

A soft groan escaped his lips when he stood up again, and he reached up toward the ceiling to stretch out his arms and back. Brian casually stepped up to the window as he loosened his muscles, his eyebrows raising slightly when he saw his employer walking down the driveway with a young lady.

“Well, well, well,” he smirked. He leaned closer, his nose brushing over the cool glass as his eyes followed the pair.

And he almost let out a soft ‘aww’ when he realized his Lordship was following the young lady’s path exactly, stepping in her footsteps in the snow. It was one of the cutest things he’d ever seen, and it was then he realized he should probably get out more.

With a slight shake of his head, Brian headed out of the bedroom, planning to make his way downstairs so he could introduce himself to the rest of the staff. But he barely even got down to the end of the hallway before he ran into something much more intriguing.

A young lady was standing in front of a window, much like he had just been. She was standing on her toes, her hands pressed against the glass next to her shoulders as she peered outside.

Without making a sound, Brian crept up behind her, looking over her shoulder and raising his eyebrows.

“What are we looking at?” he whispered after a few moments.

The girl shrieked, jumping and whipping her head around to see who had just scared the living daylights out of her.

“Who are you?!” she cried with great distress.

“I’m Brian,” he told her casually. “Who are you?”

“Yes, but who are you?” she repeated, obviously growing irritated. “The name Brian means nothing to me.”

Brian reached up and clutched at his heart, lowering his head to try and hide his impish smile. “That hurts. What can I do to change that?”

“Tell me who you are,” the girl replied without missing a beat. “I’ve never seen you before, and I don’t like it when there’s something I don’t know.”

“Well, then you must be very unhappy all the time,” Brian chuckled.

The girl furrowed her brow and gave him a stern expression. “What do you mean? I’m not!”

“But how could you possibly know everything already,” he pointed out. “There’s a lot you don’t know, and you just said --”

“You know what I mean! Just tell me who you are!”

Brian’s lips pulled into a soft smirk, and then he pointed out the window at Yongguk still walking with a young lady -- hopefully one less… energetic than this one. “I came with him,” he explained. “I’m his valet.”

The girl let out a sigh and rose her eyebrows at him. “There. Was that so difficult?”

Brian rose his eyebrows right back at her before crossing his arms over his chest and lifting his chin. “And who are you? Why are you spying on his Lordship and -- whoever that girl is?”

“Because,” she spat. “That girl is my si -- my... my employer. I’m her -- her ladies maid.”

Trying his best to remain polite, Brian looked the girl up and down, taking in her appearance before letting out a single laugh of disbelief. “You’re not,” he countered.

“Am too!”

He shook his head and gestured to her dress. “A ladies maid doesn’t wear clothes this nice. And your hair is too elaborate. You’re not a ladies maid. That’s your sister, isn’t it? You’re one of them.”

The girl let out an annoyed huff before rolling her eyes. “Yes, fine,” she muttered.

“Why would you want to pretend to be a ladies maid?” Brian chuckled as he leaned against the window.

She eyed him a bit warily, though it didn’t quite seem like she was afraid or cautious. More… curious. “Well, usually, when servants find out I live here, they treat me differently. They get all ramrod straight and they bow their heads and they call me ‘My Lady’ and all that.”

“As a good servant should.”

“So… you’re not a good servant?”

Brian chuckled softly, and instead of answering, he simply asked, “What’s your name?”

The girl’s brow furrowed and, just as he had not a minute ago, she looked him up and down. Her expression was far more pointed than his had been, though.

“And why should I tell you?” she inquired testily.

“Because I told you mine!” he retorted. “It’s only fair.”

In actuality, Brian knew her name must be either Evie or Joey. Daehyun had spoken of all three sisters throughout their journey, and while he’d mentioned that Evie was the middle and Joey the youngest, Brian had no way of knowing the birth order of the girl standing before him.

If he had to guess… based on her adorable aggression… this was --

“I am Josephine,” she replied with a very supercilious tone. “And you may call me Josephine.”

“Ah, so you’re Joey,” Brian replied.

“Wh --!” Joey stammered. “How did --”

“I’ve been traveling with your sister’s husband for a year now,” Brian smirked. “I knew you had to be either Evie or Joey, and I was beginning to figure out --”

“If you already knew my name, why did you ask?!” 

“Because,” he shrugged. “It’s fun watching you get upset.”

“I am not upset!” she practically shrieked. “You are just very irritating!”

“How am I irritating? I’m asking your name --”

“Yes, but you already knew my name. And I didn’t know yours, and you didn’t tell me for a long time, and that smirk, and you’re leaning against the window, and it’s all very irritating!” Joey huffed before grasping her skirts and lifting them up slightly. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m leaving.”

Just after she turned on her heel, Brian asked, “Where are you going, Joey?”

“That is none of your business!” she snapped. “And you will call me Josephine!”

Brian waited until she was halfway down the hall before he called out after her again. “See ya ‘round, Joey!”

When he heard her very frustrated groan, his lips curved into a huge grin.

Oh, boy. The next month was going to be utterly delightful.

“Why, hello there,” Lydia greeted with a friendly smile as she approached the bottom of the stairs. A young man she’d never seen before was currently walking down them, though he quickly returned her grin with one of his own. “Can I help you?” 

“Sort of, I guess,” he answered as he slowed to a stop in front of her. “I’m Brian, Lord Yongguk’s valet. He arrived with Daehyun just today, so I thought I’d come down and introduce myself.”

“Oh! Welcome,” Lydia exclaimed as her smile widened. She bobbed a curtsy before stepping aside so she could lead him into the kitchen. “I’m Lydia, Lady Cassandra’s ladies maid.”

“A pleasure to meet you,” Brian grinned.

“Come, I’ll show you around.” She hurried into the next room, Brian following closely behind her. “Everyone, this is one of our new visitors. Brian --”

“Kang. Brian Kang,” he supplied.

“He is Lord Yongguk’s valet -- Lord Daehyun’s guest.” Lydia then turned to Brian briefly before introducing everyone sitting at the table -- and the cook and her assistant puttering around the kitchen.

“...Daniel, Anna, Taeyong -- Oh!” She suddenly felt a presence at her other side, quickly turning to see who it was.

Seo Joon’s quietly intense gaze was staring back at her, and she tamped down the butterflies in her stomach so she could speak. “And -- and this is Seo Joon, the chauffeur.”

“Seo Joon,” Brian repeated, sticking his hand out for a handshake. “Brian. Just a visiting valet.”

Lydia’s eyes never left Seo Joon as she watched him shake Brian’s hand in greeting, his expression not quite friendly but not quite unfriendly.

When it seemed like Seo Joon would continue on into the kitchen, presumably for a bite to eat or a card game, Lydia turned back to Brian. “Would you like a tour?”

Seo Joon suddenly paused, and Lydia felt a hand gently grip her elbow.

“Can I see you for a second?” Seo Joon asked before Brian could respond to her question.

Lydia’s brow furrowed slightly, and she muttered, “Can it wait?”

“No, it’s pretty urgent.”

With a soft sigh, Lydia shot Brian a pleading look to which he nodded and gestured for her to go ahead.

Seo Joon, not letting another second pass, tightened his grip on her elbow and led her to the next room over.

“What’s so urgent?” she asked with a soft chuckle once they’d arrived in the laundry room.

“I don’t like that guy,” Seo Joon grumbled, his gaze focused on the door rather than on her.

“Wha -- you’ve just met him, how can you not like him?!” 

The chauffeur was quiet for a few moments, crossing his arms over his chest and showcasing his broad shoulders… not that Lydia noticed. Of course, not.

“There’s just something about him,” he finally answered. “I don’t like him, and I think you should stay away from him.”

Despite a small flutter in her heart, Lydia rolled her eyes. “He seemed perfectly nice to me. He’s a guest, I’m not about to be rude to him!”

“I --” Seo Joon began, but he cut himself off. He let out a soft groan and brought one hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose.

“You what?” she urged with raised eyebrows.

“I just -- I don’t like the way he was looking at you,” he muttered.

“He wasn’t looking at me in any way. I was just introducing him to the other servants! You’re imagining things. Now, if you’ll excuse me.”

Before she could fully turn toward the door, Seo Joon’s hand darted out to stop her, grasping her wrist.

“Wait --”

Lydia didn’t shake his grip off; in fact, she had a hard time stopping herself from sliding her hand up to take his and link their fingers together. Her breath caught in her throat as she shifted her gaze up to meet his, and she found she could only manage a whisper when she said, “I’m not about to fall for him if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Seo Joon let go of her wrist, his brow furrowing slightly as an expression of both guilt and relief crossed his features. “I’m not --”

But the fact he didn’t finish his sentence said everything.

Lydia curved her lips into a soft smile, and she almost reached up to cradle his cheek in her palm -- almost.

“Is there… anything else you needed to tell me?” she whispered.

Seo Joon simply shook his head.

With a nod, Lydia glided to the door and headed back to the kitchen.

“So, the name really did come first,” Brian chuckled after Lydia had relayed the story of how the manor got its name. Despite Seo Joon’s protestation, she had taken Brian on a tour of the downstairs as well as the servant’s quarters and now, since the family were all otherwise occupied, the main rooms of the manor.

“Yes, it did,” she confirmed, grinning as they exited the library. “Christmas has been very important here ever since I arrived as a housemaid. Oh, it’s been… almost ten years, I think.”

“So… you know the family well, then?”

Lydia shot Brian a playfully suspicious look before tipping her chin in a nod. “I do. ...Why do you ask?”

It was obvious Brian was deciding whether or not he should answer her question, but it only took him a few moments before he nodded to himself and said, “I met Joey earlier.”

“Ah, yes,” Lydia replied, trying to hide a smirk. “Lady Josephine. She’s not hard to miss, and very hard to forget.”

“I’ll say,” Brian chuckled. “It was somewhat of a brief meeting, but I can already tell she’s very feisty.”

“Feisty is the perfect word to describe her,” Lydia agreed. “She’s very outspoken and energetic, but she’s fiercely loving and loyal, too. You don’t want to get on her bad side, that’s for sure.”

Lydia heard an awkward chuckle escape from Brian’s lips, and she glanced over at him.

“I fear I’ve already gotten on her bad side,” he admitted.

“Oh? What did you do to poor Lady Josephine?”

“I might have… annoyed her to the point of extreme frustration.”

Lydia had to tamp her lips together to keep from bursting out laughing. “Oh, trust me. That’s not her bad side. Just between us, Joey adores being annoyed. She’ll find any reason to cut you off and storm away from you, and she does it with pleasure.”

Brian’s eyebrows shot halfway up his forehead. “Oh?”

Lydia nodded knowingly. And then she added, “Actually... you might be just what she needs.”

“What do you mean?” he chuckled.

“Lady Cassandra is far too occupied with her husband now he’s returned, though she’s much too warm-hearted to ever fully annoy her sister. And Lady Evie is too quiet and immersed in her books. I think you could be the opponent she’s been waiting for.”

Lydia expected Brian to become flustered and stammer out a reply, but to her surprise, he simply smirked. And he said, “Challenge accepted.”

Part 8

[jake-kiszkas-smirk]

Here Comes the Sun (part 18)

Danny Wagner X fem OC X Josh Kiszka

18+ only, minors DNI

Warnings: unprotected sex, oral (fem rec), biting if you squint, i think thats it!

Cont. immediately where last chapter left off,

Rose's POV

I heard a knock on the door, and then a familiar voice,

"Hey Rose, I just wanted to come check on you, Alexa told me you were in here, I brought your bag if you need it" I heard Danny say through the door. I suddenly was feeling a little guilty, he was about to be blind sided. Last he knew I was still furious with Josh. Before I could say anything Josh opened the door,

"She's fine." He said with a smug smile. Danny's face fell when he saw my flushed cheeks and Josh's disheveled hair. His eyes landed on me as he stepped into the bathroom,

"He treats you like shit all day and you just go back to him?" He asked, his tone sharper than normal, "Why? Because he sang a song that I helped him write? Does that make up for the way he treated you?" They had written a song about me, together? I didn't have any words. Danny was clearly hurt and rightfully so.

"Your jealousy is showing Daniel." Josh said in a condescending tone. Danny glared over at him and I saw his hands form fists,

"You're amazing Rose, I just wish you valued yourself as much as I do." Danny said before handing me my bag and walking back out of the bathroom. I felt tears pooling in my eyes and starting to fall. This whole thing was starting to feel a little overwhelming.

"Come here baby, please don't cry" Josh said, pulling me into him, "I know how hard it is seeing you with someone else, so I'm sure his feelings are just hurt. Don't listen to him." he kissed the crown of my head as I nodded. "You know how soft he is for you, I bet he will apologize before the night is over. But if you want, you can ride back to the cabin with me" I nodded again and squeezed him a little tighter.

"Thank you, Josh" I said softly as he let go,

"No need to thank me sweetheart." He took my hand and led me out of the bathroom, we got glares from the girls now standing in line. "They are just jealous too," Josh shot me a wink and I just rolled my eyes and grinned.

He led me to his fitting room and told me I could stay there until they got the van all packed and were ready to leave. I fell asleep on the couch apparently because next thing I knew Josh was running his hands through my hair, "It's time to go back to the cabin" I winced as I opened my eyes, "You ok?"

"Yeah, I've just had this awful headache all day, I think I probably am just dehydrated or need sleep." I said as I slowly sat up.

"You need anything before we go?" He asked, rubbing my thigh, his concerned eyes searching my face.

"Nah, I already took medicine. Thank you though." I smiled softly at him as he interlaced our fingers and he led me down the hall to the exit. We got out to Jakes car where him and Megan where already waiting for us. The boys had opted to just go back to the cabin and celebrate instead of sticking around at the venue. I got into the backseat with Josh and leaned my head on him as we drove back. He and Jake were gushing about how well the show went, and it was adorable.

"You did really good tonight," I whispered as I took his hand, "And I really did like the song." He smiled and leaned his head against mine.

"I'm glad you liked it." He paused, "But honestly I can't take all the credit, Daniel did help me write it." I was quiet for a moment, thinking about what had happened earlier in the night.

"You really love me?" I asked softly, he turned his head to whisper even quieter,

"I really love you." he said before kissing my cheek. I thought about how much they both loved me and I was almost brought to tears. No one had ever loved me like they did, how was I ever going to choose just one. I couldn't bear the thought of hurting one of them. I pushed the thought from my head, that was a problem for another day.

We got back to the cabin and I knew that Josh would want to celebrate with his brothers, that included Danny. I didn't want to make things awkward for them, and I also just needed some time by myself after being out and around so many people. I had a social battery and it was drained. I also would be lying if I said my feelings weren't still hurt by what Danny said. I knew he thought mine and Josh's relationship was all about sex, I had heard what he said the other day, 'when the last time you tried talking to her without fucking her'. Josh and I's relationship was just different, sure we had sex a lot but it almost felt more like thats how we bonded before we started talking more. Our relationship was perfect in its own way, and I knew that in my heart.

I showered, put on shorts and a sweater, and headed into my room to read. I was in there for a while, trying to block out all the screams and cheers from the living area when I heard a soft knock at the door,

"Come in" I said, just loud enough for the person to hear

"Hey, I- uh, can I come talk to you?" Danny asked, peeking his head in the door. I nodded and patted the bed beside me. He sat down and fidgeted with his fingers for a moment before he spoke, "I'm sorry, I was jealous and I shouldn't have said those things. It's just, hard for me to see you with him." he sighed.

"It's ok," I said, wrapping my arms around him, I could tell he was nervous and was sincerely sorry. "I will try and keep the pda to a minimum." He gave a small half smile and nodded back,

"Did you get anything to eat after the show?" He asked, glancing around for evidence of a bowl or plate.

"No, but its-" I started but he cut me off,

"Nooo you need to eat, I'll be right back" he said, kissing my forehead and walking out of the room. Always taking care of me. I opened my book and continued reading until he slowly came back in the room. "I didn't know if you were still feeling bad, but I think chicken soup is good either way"

"It's perfect" I said as I took the bowl. The warmth coming off of it onto my cold hands was comforting. Danny sat next to me on the bed, just looking at me. "What?" I asked with a laugh

"Nothing" He looked down to the bed, but tried to hide his grin, "Did you send me that picture of us yet,"

"I didn't, but here you can send it to yourself right now if you want" I tossed him my phone, "My code is still the same" I saw the screen light up and illuminate his face, he opened my photos and a smile crept across his lips

"I love this photo so much" He sent it and handed me back my phone. I watched as he changed his phone background. I placed my bowl on soup on the table next to the bed,

"Josh was right, you are soft for me" I said with a smirk, nudging him with my foot. He smiled as he grabbed my ankle, pulling me down until I was laying flat on the bed.

"Well of course I'm soft for you." He paused, maneuvering to himself to kiss my ankle he had grabbed, looking up to me "You're beautiful," Another kiss to my calf, "Smart" a kiss to my thigh, "funny," a kiss to my hand, "Sexy" He whispered before kissing my neck, "And I love you" He said, now hovering over me. I hadn't realized I was holding my breath, but I let out a long sigh before slowly caressing his face. He closed his eyes and leaned into my touch.

I hadn't seen this side of Danny, sure he was soft...but not usually when it came to sex. I moved my hand to behind his neck and pulled him down to kiss me, I needed him. He carefully flipped us and as our tongues slipped into each others mouths he slowly slid his slightly rough, callused hands up my sides under my shirt.

"Did you lock the door?" I asked, pulling away briefly before going right back to kissing him, he nodded. He slipped my sweater over my head, his hand instantly finding my breast. He sat up, taking my nipple into his mouth, I moaned quietly as his teeth grazed against it. I took this opportunity to slide his shirt over his head.

His arms held me close, pulling my chest flush to his, as he kissed my neck so tenderly It was heavenly. I started grinding my hips into his, eliciting a sound from somewhere deep in his chest. He leaned even further forward and leaned me back onto the mattress again, my head at the foot of the bed. He raised to his knees and took off his flannel pants, discarding them on the floor,

"You alright if we go slow tonight angel?" He asked in a low sensual voice, again, all I could do was nod, he was so beautiful. His toned body being illuminated by the moonlight peeking in through the curtains, along with the small lamp on the other side of the room. He pulled his hair up into a bun and then slowly slid my shorts down my legs. He settled on his stomach between my legs,

"god, you are so perfect," He said like it took all of the air from his lungs, like he couldn't believe I was his. He kissed the inside of my thigh before looping his arms under my legs and finally putting his mouth to my clit. I was already so sensitive from grinding against him that any touch at all was almost overwhelming. My hips bucked into his face as I tightly gripped the sheets on the bed, my other hand flying to cover my mouth.

Danny noticed my grip on the sheets and took my hand in his, interlacing our fingers. His other hand moved to drape over my stomach, holding my still. He continued to work at me with his tongue until I was so close to the edge it was blinding.

He could tell, Danny could read my body language exceptionally well. He removed his face from me and I whined at the loss of contact. "Don't worry, I just want you to cum with me" He said as he kissed up my stomach, climbing over me, never letting go of my hand as he pinned it above my head.

"I love you" I said out of breath. I had never thought I'd say it during sex, but I did, god I loved him.

"I love you too, Rose" He said as he leaned down and kissed at my neck, biting softly as a small bit of the Danny I was used to peeked through. I felt him slide his tip through my wetness before slowly pressing into me. He knowingly kissed me deeply, swallowing the moan he knew he'd draw from me. He breathed out loudly through his nose as he pushed in to the hilt.

He started his slow but deep pace, keeping my arm pinned above my head, his other on my hip. His face was buried in my neck as words of praise and soft moans left his lips. He steadily sped up his pace, rapidly dragging me back to the edge I was at earlier, his hot breath still on my neck when he abruptly sat up,

"I'm close, be a good girl and cum with me Angel" He said as he slipped his hand between us, rubbing slow but effective circles on my clit. I nodded feverishly, trying my best to stay quiet. The words and his fingers on my clit had my climax rushing over me in waves, and as I tightened around him, I felt him spill into me, his soft grunts and ragged breathing filling the room. He collapsed onto me, placing more tender kisses anywhere he felt necessary. He removed himself and placed another kiss on my lips before standing and slipping on his flannel pants. He handed me his shirt before grabbing my bowl of soup,

"I'm going to go reheat this and get us water, and then..we are going to cuddle" He gave me a very serious look followed by a sweet smile,

"Alright," I giggled softly. After a moment he came back into the room, handing me the soup.

"I'll be right back, Sam is shit faced and the twins are too, so I have to help get him to his room and then hide all the booze" He rolled his eyes as I laughed. It took longer than I expected, giving me time to finish my soup and then slouch in bed and grab my book. Danny finally walked back in and by this point he looked exhausted. I patted the bed between my legs and he happily obliged, laying between my legs and placing his head on my stomach. He melted into me and sighed deeply,

"You know" I paused, taking the hair tie from his messy bun and gently raking my finger through his hair, gently scratching his scalp as he closed his eyes, "You are always taking care of other people. Who takes care of you?"

"You are, right now" He said in a tired, gravely voice, "Just being a quiet, calm, place for me to retreat to...you take care of me more than you know." I leaned forward and kissed his temple,

"I'm glad I can be that for you" I said softly, pulling the covers over him. "You gonna sleep down there or are you going to come up here?" I didn't hear an answer, he had already fallen asleep. I continued to run my hands through his hair gently, just taking in the moment before I also drifted to sleep.

[rainecloud020604]

🌟☀️🌙❄️ Lime,Kate,Jack,Sketch,Karma,Drippsy

🌟 When your OC loses all hope, who do they turn to first? What helps make them feel better? What calms them down and reassures them? Why?

Lime - he honestly turns to Josh first, best friend, owes him a lot, they are very close as well. He normally likes to steal things or maybe mess around with a few things he’s already stolen to cheer himself up when he’s alone, otherwise tease Josh to death, reminds himself he aint alone anymore. Being told its okay and being comforted like a child calms him down a lot and reassures him, it was pretty rare someone treated him like an actual person.

Kate - she, well now she’ll turn to Alonzo first, only adult she knows and well, adults know whats right and wrong. Henry, hands down that elephant helps her feel better, taking a nap sometimes helps. knowing whats going on helps calm this gal down, confusion normally causes her to panic so understanding things helps a lot.

Jack - best pal and buddy Daniel he will always turn to hands down. going on walks and sketching helps him feel a bit better. being in control, even if its something small, like giving him something to fidget with, does calm him down,reassurance is in words.

Sketch - she wont admit a lot of things related to this but she turns to Anthony. best friend, someone she trusts, he seems to know how to flip her view upside down and rightside up! being with others, friends and family so to say makes her feel better, sometimes it takes her being alone for a little bit but thats a bit rare. hugs, she cant feel them but they help.. a lot

Karma - his brother, no doubt in the world about that. he takes walks to clear his mind and cheer himself up.  its rare he’ll get into a state where he needs comfort that he cant provide himself, just being talked to, having a normal conversation at times and trying to get his mind off of it.

Drippsy - Artsy. being distracted, given things, animals or really having her mind taken off of what bothers her. hugs, words of comfort, even if she doesnt hear them exactly, just knowing that they were said is what matters.

☀️ What makes your OC genuinely happy? A person, an item, their hobby? Where is the place they’re happiest, or most at home? What is the happiest they’ve ever been?

Lime - shiny things ajdskf or just being around people he considers friends, family so to say. outside makes him happy, cant stand buildings for so long. When he was younger, a lot younger, and was kinda shielded from all of the hate he was going to receive in the future, he was one of the most cheerful kids you could have ever laid eyes on.

Kate - She’s grown a liking for flying, whether she will admit it or not, it makes her happy. she’s happiest where she can be with friends. she was a LOT happier as a human, but she still is pretty happy as a vampire, happiest had to be that one time, just that one time dad smiled...

Jack - getting work done! along with being right and proving Daniel wrong. doodling as well uwu. outside is the place where he’s happiest. probably when both him and Daniel came to Inkwell, new place, new everything. made him really happy 

Sketch - Happiness is contagious and spreads rather quickly, being with friends and family. she likes rooftops a lot, makes her happy to be there. just recently actually, being back, seeing people she missed like hell. yeah that brings a lot of happiness.

Karma - close ones make him happy. place he is happiest is anywhere but home. when he was younger, he would say foolish as well, that happy memory isnt mine to tell.

Drippsy - being random and doing crazy things makes her pretty happy, along with Artsy and Julie. anywhere she is happy, hard to tell. I honestly cant tell, all the time almost.

🌙 If your OC could have one wish come true what would it be and why? Would there be consequences to this wish or would they regret it once they get what they want? What would they give in return for this wish to come true?

Lime - It’s hard to tell what the lad might wish for, depends on if it is out of pure randomness or if he really needs it. he might ask for their technology to fucking work! there wouldnt be really any consequences, be more benefits. he would give a lot really, they need it to go home when Josh and him finish what they are doing, he mainly wants Josh to go back home...find a place for him to stay afterwards.  

Kate - she wants to be human again, oh so very badly... she misses it, being able to be in the sun mainly. i mean the consequences would be she would lose all of her abilities, she’s have to relearn things. she’d end up regretting it in the end. she’s give up something she cherished, like Henry for it to come true.

Jack - to prove that magic is god damn real to Daniel i kid you not. have the proof, consequences would be Daniels personality would change a bit, along with his behavior. Jack would regret this after a while. the guy wont give up everything and anything, maybe time and energy. 

Sketch - one wish...she would give it to someone else with no second thought. not regret it in the slightest. 

Karma - He...well thats a secret really. he would end up regretting such a wish yes, give anything really.

Drippsy - gal wouldnt know what to do, stairs on the walls!! no regrets! and just give a kiss. 

❄️ What makes your OC sad, so sad that they can’t help but cry all day? How do they cheer themself up? Does their sadness upset any of their loved ones too?

Lime - just, past when you hit a certain point. he wont talk to anyone for a day or so when he’s reminded. it hurts Josh a lot when he’s like this. he cheers himself up by getting his mind off of it, which takes a long time...

Kate - being told a lot of thing, reminded on how she is a vampire and will never be able to do certain things humans can do again, being told she’s a pathetic excuse for a vampire and honestly how she earned everything that happened alll at once, telling her one thing at a time will get her upset to the point where she wants nothing to do with you. she’ll just go off and try to sleep off such a horrible feeling. and honestly who knows if it bothers her loved ones.

Jack - jeez its hard to make him get to this point, losing someone, anyone. it hurts him a lot. he’ll doodle, walk, work as well. it bothers Daniel a lot when he’s like this, hurt him as well.

Sketch - a lot of personal things i dont have any room to talk about or else she may stab me uwu’’’

Karma - sometimes he feels horrible about what he has to do, sometimes it leaves him to the point where once he’s done he goes off and sobs for hours. it takes him a while to just..cry it out and try to get rid of the horrible feeling, it bothers his brother seeing how much work does to him

Drippsy - being yelled at, she doesnt like it one bit, scares her really. she honestly needs someone, being Artsy, to calm her down and cheer her up. Artsy for a fact it bothers.

Alonzo, Anthony, and Julie belong to - @flowerrose14

[mrs-mitch-rapp93]

Dr. Feelgood (Dylan O’ Brien X OC Short Story)

Author: @mrs-mitch-rapp93

Word Count: 3,387

Warning: Cussing, Drinking, Smoking, Fluff. 

Summary: Tiffany meets a handsome punk named Dylan at a Motley Crue concert. Do they just enjoy the rock concert or do they have a radical night? 

Word Prompt: “How drunk was I?”

Characters: Dylan, Tiffany, Motley Crue band members.

Los Angeles 1980 something.

   Tiffany pushed her way through the crowded noisy arena as she made it to the 3rd row. She wiped her sweaty palms on her leopard printed skirt, as the music of Motley Crue grew louder.

   Tiffany looked at the stage to see Vince Neil singing “Shout At The Devil,” causing all the girls in the front row to scream. She could feel the throbbing of Nikki Sixx’s guitar against her chest and the feeling of heat that was coming off from the fire that was going off behind drummer Tommy Lee. She stood there in awe, this was going to be the most radical night of her life.

   Motley Crue began to sing “Girls, Girls, Girls,” just as Tiffany felt someone bump into her spilling beer onto her leather ankle booties.

    “Excuse you,” Tiffany shouted in a rude tone. She looked up to see a tall, handsome young man standing before.

    “Shit, sorry didn’t mean to spill my beer on you, by the way, bitchin skirt,” The young man apologized, looking down at Tiffany’s outfit. Tiffany couldn’t form any words. She couldn’t take her eyes off this guy who just spilled beer on her. His hair was in a shaggy black mess. His gorgeous honey eyes were lined with charcoal colored eyeliner. He had his left earpiece twice with a small hoop in the second hole and a dangling cross in the first. He was wearing a black “do it yourself work out tank” that had Motley Crue across the chest, it showed off his muscular arms and chest. Her blue eyes traveled down to see him wearing skin-tight leather pants with chains hanging out of the pockets, with motorcycle boots. She licked her lips as she tried to form a sentence.

    “Thanks… and you're totally fine, by the way, what’s your name?” Tiffany shouted over the music as she fixed her black off the shoulder halter top. She looked up nervously locking eyes with his beautiful ones.

     “Dylan, what’s yours?” Dylan leaned closer to her so he didn’t have to shout over the music.

    “Tiffany,” she leaned closer to Dylan.

    “Nice to meet you, are you enjoying the show?”

    “Yes, they are badass, is it your first time seeing them?”

     “It’s my second time seeing them, I saw their first concert in West Hollywood back in ‘81,” Dylan whispered into her ear.

      “Awesome, what’s your favorite song by them?” Tiffany looked up into Dylan’s handsome face, as he thought for a moment, then answered.

     “I would have to say ‘Looks That Kill,’ how about you?” Dylan looked down at Tiffany raising his eyebrows at her.

     “Mine has to be ‘Take Me To The Top,” Tiffany shouted.

      “Good song,” Dylan gave her a bright smile.

    Tiffany and Dylan continued watching the band play. The band just started playing “Dr. Feelgood.” Tiffany looked up at Dylan noticing him looking at her from the corner of his eyes. He had a lustful look on his face. Tiffany licked her lips. She still couldn’t believe she was talking to this sexy badass of a man. She looked at his plump lips imagining what they would feel like against hers. She took a deep breath and hoped what she did next would go smoothly. She brought her arms up to Dylan’s shirt, wrapping her bright pink nails around it and began to pull him backward.

     “Where are we going?” Dylan asked giving Tiffany a sexy grin. She let go of his shirt and intangled her hand with his.

     Tiffany led Dylan to the men’s restroom. They could still hear Mötley Crüe singing from the background. Tiffany let go of Dylan’s hand and turned around facing him.

       “What are we doing in the men’s bathroom?” Dylan chuckled. Tiffany bit her lower lip then smiled.

    “So I could do this,” Tiffany walked up to Dylan she brought her left hand up placing it behind his head she tangled her fingers into his black messy hair, pulling him forward she stood on her tippy toes and roughly kissed him. She brought her right hand placing it on his chest. She felt Dylan’s right-hand move to the small of her back. He pulled her closer to him, causing their chest to collide. Tiffany began to move her lips against his. Dylan’s tongue slowly entered her mouth causing a moan to escape her lips. Dylan’s hands moved to her hips then he began to move forward causing her to move backward, he guided her a few steps back she was stopped by the bathroom sink. She pulled her lips away from Dylan’s she felt her chest rising and falling she looked up at Dylan who was also breathing heavily.

“Holy shit, you’re an incredible kisser,” Dylan said in a rugged voice, Tiffany saw the lust in his eyes.

  “Thanks, you’re not bad yourself,” Tiffany said. A sexy grin spread across Dylan’s face. He leaned forward kissing her hard. Dylan brought his hands up to Tiffany’s hips lifting her up onto the marble countertop without breaking the kiss. Tiffany placed her hands on his chest, she slowly wrapped her fishnet-covered stocking legs around his waist as they continued kissing.

   They ended up moving to one of the bathroom stalls for more privacy. Dylan’s tongue was dancing along the inside of Tiffany’s mouth, which caused goosebumps to crawl on her skin. She had her back against the stall, her hands were tangled in his chocolate hair. Dylan’s hands were resting on Tiffany’s hips. Tiffany could hear Motley Crue playing “Live Wire.” They continued kissing until they heard a loud knock on the door. Dylan pulled away from Tiffany.

  “Man, you almost done in there?” A stranger yelled. Tiffany watched as Dylan licked his lips giving her a look.

  “Yeah, be done in a sec,” Dylan answered, he took his hands away from Tiffany, he stood back looking down at her.

   “Should we get back to the concert?” Tiffany said as she straightened her skirt, and fluffed her hair.

   “Yeah, we probably lost our seats by now,” Dylan said as he dragged his fingers through his hair.

  “Come on man, some of us have to take a shit,” The stranger shouted while banging on the door.

  “Alright, damn,” Dylan maneuvered himself in the small stall opening the door. Standing in front of them was a tall muscular man with a mullet. Dylan gently grabbed Tiffany’s hand and pushed his way past the stranger, Tiffany looked up at the tall man mouthing “sorry” and followed Dylan out of the bathroom. There were a few people waiting in line for the bathroom, she felt her cheeks turn red as the walked out of the restroom.

  “Gnarly man, you getting some,” A young man with a mohawk shouted at Dylan he handed him a bottle of Jack Daniel’s.

  “Thanks,” Dylan nodded as he took hold the whiskey bottle, and brought it to his lips. A small smile formed on Tiffany’s face as they made their way back to the stage.

  The concert ended around 1 am, Tiffany had her arms around a very intoxicated Dylan.

  “Smokin in the boy's room, smokin in the boy's... room, Teacher don’t fill... me up with your rules, everybody knows... that smokin’ ain’t allowed in... school.” Dylan sang “Smoking in The Boys Room” By Motley Crue in a very loud drunk tone.

  “I think you drank way too much Daniel’s,” Tiffany said, as she felt Dylan stop in his tracks.

  “Phh, no... I haven’t,” Dylan narrowed his brown eyes at her, Tiffany took her arms away from his side. She looked up at Dylan who stood there with a drunken grin on his face. Tiffany turned around and began to think.

  “Well I’m definitely not letting you take a taxi home by yourself and you haven't even told me where you live.” Tiffany paused for a sec.

  “I could see if you remember one of your friend's numbers and we could use a pay phone to call. Scrat that I used my last few cents, and I’m definitely not digging through your pants for a wallet.” Tiffany half said to herself.  

  “I guess I'm bringing you home with me,” Tiffany sighed and brought her hands up to her temples and began to rub them, she could feel a slight headache starting. She continued thinking to herself until she heard a loud laugh and someone cheering. Tiffany spun on her heel to see Dylan with his pants half down mooning, no other than the members of Motley Crue who were in a van with the back door slightly opened. Mick and Tommy were in the back while Vince in the driver's seat and Nixx in the passenger seat.  

  “Woh, you sure know how to party man,” Nikki shouted.

  “Shit, we should invite him to the party, Vince,” Tommy suggested. Tiffany’s jaw dropped. She ran over to Dylan pulling him up. A loud laugh escaped Dylan’s lips, as he pulled his leather pants back up.

  “I am so sorry, my friend here has had a little too much to drink,” Tiffany said as she helped Dylan standup straight.

  “It’s totally fine sweetheart, we’ve been treated worst,” Tommy winked at Tiffany, it caused her to giggle like a little school girl. She stood there in starstruck until an idea popped into her head.

  “Good, actually could I ask you lovely gentlemen a favor?” Tiffany gave the rockstars the biggest and bright smile she could muster up.

  “Sure,” Nixx said as he lit a cigarette.

  “Could you guys maybe give my friend and I a ride to my apartment,” Tiffany tightened her grip around Dylan, who began to slouch a little. Tiffany watched as the Tommy, Nixx, and Vince thought for a moment.

  “I suppose you could hitch a ride with us,” Vince said.

  “Thank you so much,” Tiffany said, with a sigh of relief.  

  “You ready to go, Dylan,” Tiffany looked up at him, he nodded his head but acted like he wasn’t half there.

  Tommy opened the back passenger door of their van and slid over the leather seat. Tiffany guided Dylan into the van, he stumbled in.

  Tiffany slid the door behind her, she could feel her heart pounding, she couldn’t believe she was in a van with Motley Fucking Crue. She looked over to see Mick in the back of the van passed out.

   “What’s your name darling,” Nikki asked.

  “Tiffany, it’s nice to meet all of you,” Tiffany nervously said.

  “Same to you too, so where are we going,” Vince asked as he put the car in drive.

  “Lynden Ave,” Tiffany said.

  “Alrighty,” Vince said as he pulled onto the disereted L.A. street.

  “Hey man, your fucking Tommy Lee,” Dylan slurred.

  “Yeah, bud I’m fucking Tommy Lee,” Tommy laughed as he patted Dylan on the shoulder. A small giggle escaped Tiffany’s lips as she watched a man she barely knew have a drunk conversation with Tommy Lee.

   Tiffany steadied Dylan against the hallway wall as she fumbled for her keys from her purse.

  “Okay, just give me a sec…” Tiffany said, she finally found them, she was about to put them in the lock until she heard a thump from behind her. She turned around quickly to see Dylan passed out on the wood floor.

  “Shit,” Tiffany said, she dropped the keys on the ground and knelt down on her knees next to Dylan, she brought her head up to his chest she could feel his chest rise and fall.  

   “Good, your still breathing,” Tiffany lifted her head up and grabbed the keys from the ground she stood up placing the keys in the doorknob and opened the door. Tiffany turned around and looked down at Dylan who dead asleep.

  “Fuck, how the hell am I going to get you in here,” Tiffany said out loud. She began to twirl her blonde hair as she thought. After a few seconds, an idea popped into her head. She bent down grabbing Dylan’s wrists she pulled him ever so slightly.

  “Holy shit, you’re heavy,” Tiffany said a little too loudly. She sighed and pulled him again a little harder this time. She began to drag him towards the door until she heard a door open from her neighbor.

  “Excuse me miss, is everything alright?” An older woman asked. Tiffany turned her head a little to fast causing her bleach blonde hair to fly in her face. She felt her cheeks turn bright red.

   “Oh… yes, everything is fine my friend here just passed out.” Tiffany said in a nervous tone.

  “Ok, are you sure?”

  “Yes, I’m totally sure,” Tiffany said with a bit of an attitude. The older woman shook her head and went back into her apartment. Tiffany rolled her eyes she looked down at Dylan, his head was hanging to the side as she was still holding him by his wrist.

   “I look like a damn murder,” Tiffany said. She took a deep breath and dragged Dylan into her apartment. She shut the door behind her. She placed him gently down on the floor and pushed her hair off her sweaty forehead.

  “Alright, don’t panic Tiff, it’s not like you hooked up with a smoking hot guy, then got a ride from Motley Crue, and now the smoking hot guy is passed out on your floor,” Tiffany said as she started passing back and forth.

  Tiffany dragged Dylan down the hall to her bedroom. She stopped and sat down on her bed to catch her breath. After a few seconds, she stood up, and bent down and grabbed Dylan by his armpits pulling him up with all her strength and plopping him down on her bed. Tiffany placed her hands on her hips as she took a few deep breaths.

  “Ok, the hard part is over,” Tiffany stood over the bed, she looked down at the gorgeous man in passed out on her. Tiffany didn't notice some of Dylan’s features before, like his little moles that doted parts of his face, and the Motley Crue tattoo that was a knife with a snake wrapped around it with wings, and a skull. She shook her head to snap herself out of her thoughts.

  “Lets, get you a little more comfortable,” Tiffany bent down grabbing his shoulders and lifting him up, she began to grab the hem of his shirt until she heard a quiet laugh.

  “Hey, beautiful, what are you doing?” Dylan said with a sleepy tone.

   “Hi, handsome, I’m trying to get you comfy so you can go back to sleep,” Tiffany said in a sweet tone, she lifted his shirt up and over his head, she tossed in next to him.

  “Thanks,” Dylan said, he slowly laid back into the bed and slowly closed his eyes. Tiffany sighed and got off the bed, she bent down and took Dylan’s boots off placing them next to the bed. She once again looked down at him, she admired his broad arms, his toned stomach. Her eyes traveled to his happy trail. She slowly bit her lower lip until she shook her head.

   “I’m definitely sleeping on the couch, come on Tiff snap out of it,” Tiffany said out loud as she tried to shake the lustful thoughts out of her head. She turned around and walked to her dresser, she pulled out a t-shirt and headed to the door, shutting it behind her.

  Dylan shot up so quickly in bed from the noise of Judist Priest’s “Breaking the Law,” playing from the alarm clock, he reached over slamming his hand on the clock to turn it off.  Dylan’s head was pounding, he shut his eyes for a second as he rubbed his temples. After a few minutes, he opened his eyes and took in his surroundings. He was in a bedroom, the walls had posters of Blondie, Motley Crue, Def Leppard, AC/DC, Joan Jett, and a few other band posters. Dylan rolled his neck and stretched. He swung his long legs over the bed, he looked down to see his shirt was missing, and his boots were laying next to the bed.

   “How drunk was I?” Dylan said. He shook his head and climbed out of the bed. Causing the room to spin for a sec. He sat down on the bed for a second bear his grounding, he placed his head in his hands shutting his eyes.

   Come on man get it together. Dylan opened them lifting his head up. He slowly this time stood up from the bed. Dylan made his way to the door noticing a mirror handing next to the door. He stopped and looked at his reflection. His eyeliner was smugged, his black hair was a shaggy mess. Dylan looked down at his neck and saw a few hikie on his neck and chest. He sighed and headed to the door.

    Dylan made it down the small hallway, he could smell bacon and eggs cooking from the kitchen, he could hear singing coming from the same direction. He entered the kitchen to see a bleached blonde woman with her back facing him. For the life of him, he couldn’t remember her name. She was wearing a sleeveless Dep Leppard concert t-shirt and tiger printed lace bottoms. She had a walkman attached to her hip the woman was singing “Round and Round” by Ratt. Dylan walked into the kitchen as the woman didn’t notice him.

   “I knew right from the beginning, That you would end up winnin’, I knew right from the start You’d put an arrow through my heart. Round and round,” Tiffany sang she turned around not realizing Dylan was standing there, She screamed so loudly it made his head pound.

   “Shh, It’s ok, I’m not going to hurt you,” Dylan put his finger up to his lips as he tried calming her down.

   “Fuck don’t sneak up on someone like that,” Tiffany yelled as she ripped her headphones off her head.

   “I know, I know,  I’m sorry, but please can you lower your voice,” Dylan asked as he walked over to the island that was in the center of the kitchen. He placed his head in his hands as his head continued pounding.

   “Sorry, I forgot you had way too much to drink last night,” Tiffany said as she placed her walkman on the kitchen counter.

  “What the hell even happened last night? And what was your name again,” Dylan asked as he lifted his head.

  “It’s Tiffany, and you drank way too much Daniel’s, you ended up mooning Motley Crue, and you kind of passed out on Tommy Lee’s lap,” Tiffany grabbed a coffee cup and poured some coffee for Dylan, she turned around handing it to him.

  “Wait what? I mooned Motley Fucking Crue,” Dylan didn’t believe her, he slowly picked the coffee cup up and brought it to his lips.

  “Yep, and they gave us a ride home,” Tiffany said as she turned the oven top off and began to grab plates and utensils.

  “Really? shit…” Dylan paused as he tried to remember the night before.

   “Did I embarrass myself in front of them?”

   “Oh yeah, but they were totally rad about it,” Tiffany said as she put the eggs and bacon on the plates and placed them on the island.

  “Gnarly,”

   “Do you remember anything from last night, like us meeting?” Tiffany said as she took a bite of bacon. Dylan thought for a second then answered.

   “Yeah, I remember how incredible of a kisser you are,” Dylan said as he grabbed a fork and took a bit of egg.

  “You aren’t to bad yourself handsome,” Tiffany smiled.

  “By the way thanks for letting crash here,”

  “No problem, maybe we could do this again?” Tiffany said as she took a sip from her coffee.

   “What do you mean?” Dylan narrowed his dark eyes at her.

   “I was thinking, I’m going to a Bon Jovi concert next weekend and one of my friends bailed on me, I do have an extra ticket. Would you like to go? You make one hell of a concert buddy,” Tiffany smiled up at him. A smile formed on his face.

   “Fuck yeah I would totally go to a Bon Jovi concert,” Dylan said he raised his hand up giving Tiffany a high five.

   “Gnarly,” Tiffany said as she high fived Dylan.

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