#taylor williams basic information

[imnotobsessedwfictionalchracters]

DC OC's Basic Information

Hey y'all! I'm Z/El and thank you so much for being interested in my OC's!

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Just starting here, I am white. My characters are white. That being said, for the stories (such as Bex's) obviously I have main characters that aren't and if I ever write anything that isn't correct and is offensive, please correct me and I will fix that and apologize in advance.

Anyways, here is the basic information on all of my characters!

Name: Ashlea Elisabeth Moore

Also Called: 

Ash

Birthday (Zodiac): 

April 22nd of 1985 (Taurus)

Where They Were Born: 

Clarksville, Tennessee

Job: 

Waitress Photojournalist Journalist (Writing/Reporting) News Anchor

Family (Their DOB If Known)

Mother: Elizabeth Moore (1964) Father: General Michael Moore (1964) Brother: Dorian Moore (1979) Brother: Avery Moore  (1982) Sister: Ryleigh Moore (1988) Sister: Arielle Moore (1992) Sister: Jesika Moore (1995) Husband: Clark Kent (May 3rd of 1987) Son: Jonathan Michael Kent (June 9th of 2012) Daughter: Taylor Martha Kent (May 14th of 2015)

Description:

Dark Brown Hair Curly Hair  Dark Blue Eye color Glasses (Wears Contacts) Favorite Color is a Dark Violet 175.514 cm (5’9.1)

Face Claims

Child: Emily Carey Adult: Paget Brewster

Name: Lydia Taylor Swan

Also Called:

Lyds Sibyl

Title:

CEO Heiress Head

Birthday (Zodiac):

May 20th, 1979 (Taurus)

Where They Were Born:

Gotham City

Job:

CEO of Swan Industries

Family (Their DOB If Known):

Mother: Elsa Swan (1958-1995) Father: Sebastian Swan (1959-1995) Brother: Sebastian Ryan Swan (1981) Sister: Elsa Elizabeth Swan (1984) Brother: Alexander Beck Swan (1989) Boyfriend: Jeremiah Wood (1979) Boyfriend: Oliver Queen (May 16th of 1978) Boyfriend: Jack Bennet (1978) Husband: Bruce Wayne (April 7th of 1975) Adopted Son: Richard “Dick” John Grayson (March 20th of 1990)  Adopted Son: Jason Peter Todd (August 16th of 1996-Summer of 2012)  Adopted Son: Timothy “Tim” Jackson Drake (July 19th of 1998  Adopted Daughter: Cassandra “Cass” Cain (January 26th of 1996 Step-Son: Damian Al Ghul-Wayne (August 9th 2004) Daughter: Elisa Mary Wayne (December 14th of 2015)

Description:

Dark Blonde Hair Straight Hair  Dark Green Eye Favorite Color is a Dark Grey-Cyan/Lime Green 178.9684 cm (5’10.46)

Face Claims:

Amanda Seyfried & Emily VanCamp

Name: Rebecca Dylan Pixie Evans

Also Called:

Bex Star Hummingbird

Birthday (Zodiac): 

January 13th, 2005 (Capricorn)

Where They Were Born:

Blüdhaven

Job:

Waitress Journalist (Writing/Reporter)

Family (Their DOB If Known):

Mother: Rebecca Evans (1988) Father: Jonathan Weir (1988) Boyfriend: Joey Ventiligo (2004) Boyfriend: Steven Wheeler (2005) Boyfriend: Damian Wayne (August 9th of 2004)

Description:

Black Hair Curly Hair Hazel Eyes Glasses Freckles Favorite Color is a Dark Blue 177.8762 cm (5’10.03)

Face Claims:

Child: Reagan Revord Teen: Leighton Meester Adult: Elizabeth Olsen

Story:

The Evans Girls

Name: Taylor Marie Williams

Also Called: 

Tay

Birthday (Zodiac):

October 14th, 1992 (Libra)

Where They Were Born:

Cookeville, Tennessee

Job:

Librarian PR Manager for Wayne Enterprises

Family (Their DOB If Known):

Mother: Gwendolyn Williams (1957) Father: Peter Williams (1952) Boyfriend: Jason Todd (August 16th of 1991)

Description:

Black Hair Straight Hair Blue/Green Eyes Favorite Color is an Almost Black Pink 176.4284 cm (5’9.46)

Face Claim:

Mary Elizabeth Winstead

[fictionadventurer]

Because @maltheniel has enabled me, I'm going to tell you about William Henry Seward.

If you had the American history education that I had, you might have heard of a thing called Seward's Folly--also known as Alaska. Seward was the Secretary of State who was mocked for buying America territory in what appeared to be a barren wasteland, until he was vindicated by the discovery of oil and gold and a jillion other useful natural resources. If you had the education that I had, this is the only thing you heard about him, but the more I look into the Civil War, the more baffling this is, because this guy is everywhere in the political scene of the time.

Seward was an extremely vocal anti-slavery Whig from New York. He started as a US Senator in 1849, and he became part of President Zachary Taylor's inner circle, influencing him to support measures to keep slavery out of the new territories. After Taylor died, the question of slavery in the territories dominated politics for the next decade, with the conflict getting more heated and the positions getting more polarized. The Whig Party fell apart because of disagreements over the issue; Seward held on for as long as he could, but eventually joined the newly-forming Republican Party, and became well-known for his eloquent speeches against slavery.

When it came time to choose the Republican nominee for the 1860 presidential election, Seward was by far the top candidate. All but a shoe-in. Unfortunately, some of his anti-slavery speeches were a bit too eloquent, and gave him a reputation for being much more radically anti-slavery than he was. A significant portion of the party doubted he could win a nationwide election when slavery was such a divisive issue. This gave Lincoln's team a chance to pitch him as a less-radical option, which allowed him to come from behind and win the nomination.

Seward was extremely gracious about the loss, immediately publishing letters announcing his full support of Lincoln as candidate, and putting his own campaign manager to work getting Lincoln elected. Privately, though, he was seething. He had been in politics for decades, helped to build the party, and then lost his chance at the presidency to a guy who'd been working as a backwoods lawyer for the last twelve years.

But he knew his politics, and knew it was better to support the party's candidate than to oppose him. Lincoln offered Seward the prime Cabinet position of Secretary of State--he was qualified for it and deserved it--and Seward accepted. Seward hoped that he'd be able to help select the other Cabinet members, so he could pick people from his own faction who he'd work well with. Then he, with his extensive connections and political experience, could be the real head of the administration, with Lincoln as a compliant figurehead.

Lincoln was having none of it. He listened to Seward's suggestions, but he'd basically already chosen the people he wanted for his Cabinet, across all factions of the party. While he made use of Seward's expertise and trusted him as Secretary of State, he was going to be head of his own administration and be the one making all the final decisions. After a rocky start, Seward came to recognize that Lincoln had a shrewd mind and good judgement, and he became Lincoln's loyal supporter and a good friend.

But there was a persistent idea that Seward was the real power behind the throne, sparked partly by the prominent role he took in Washington between the election and the inauguration. States started seceding almost as soon aa Lincoln was elected, and Seward was the one who had to hold things together in Washington while Lincoln was tying things up in Illinois. He was getting reports from informants, watching out for Southern spies, and keeping Lincoln abreast of what was going on. He gave a stirring speech to Congress urging the Southern states to keep the Union together, offering all sorts of concessions to mollify them, such as amendments preventing the federal government from interfering with slavery. It was a highly controversial speech, and his wife, Frances, raked him over the coals for it. She understood, earlier than almost anybody, that this crisis would turn into a long war about slavery, and that they couldn't afford to bend on that issue, even to keep the Union together. (Lincoln privately approved of several measures Seward talked about, but publicly said little, preferring to see the public's response to Seward before taking official positions.)

Seward was a little bit like a Civil War version of Evil Chancellor Traytor. Under both Lincoln and Johnson, rumors persisted that Seward was the shadowy figure who was really in charge, secretly manipulating the president into making unpopular decisions, even though most of the time, Seward had nothing to do those decisions, and often disagreed at least partially with what the president chose to do.

Best example of the effects of this misconception is the time Seward came under attack during the middle of the war. The war was going badly, and since people couldn't directly attack the president, they started going after Seward. Chase, the Treasury Secretary, told some members of Congress that Seward was the reason the Cabinet couldn't get along, and that he was always trying to take control. These senators wanted to meet with the president and force him to get rid of Seward. When Seward heard about this, he gave Lincoln his letter of resignation, not wanting to cause problems for the administration. Lincoln responded by allowing the senators to join in a Sewardless Cabinet meeting. When confronted with both the senators and the Cabinet, Chase was forced to admit that his stories had been exaggerated, and the other Cabinet members rallied to Seward's defense, resenting Congress' meddling. Lincoln refused to accept Seward's resignation, and Seward returned to the Cabinet, having been saved by Lincoln's political acumen.

I'm going to skip ahead so I can tell you the craziest part of the story. Four days before the Civil War officially ended, Seward got into a carriage accident that left him bedridden with a broken jaw and a bunch of other injuries. When told of Lee's surrender on April 9th, Seward said (through a broken jaw, after barely surviving a painful accident), "For the first time in my life, you've made me cry." (Which is both touching and an incredibly badass claim, given what he's just suffered.)

Five days later, John Wilkes Booth shot the president at Ford's Theater. Everyone knows (or should know) that part of the story. What I didn't know was that his conspiracy also called for Seward's assassination. Booth knew his Shakespeare and didn't want to leave Seward alive as a Marc Antony to eulogize the dead tyrant. (He also wanted to kill Andrew Johnson, but that assassin chickened out, and it's not really important to this story).

While Booth was at the theater, his co-conspirator went to Seward's house under the pretense of delivering medication. When Seward's son wouldn't let him go upstairs, the assassin tried to shoot him and broke his skull with the gun. The assassin then made his way to Seward's bedroom--where, I need you to remember, Seward was still bed-ridden--and stabbed him five times in the face and neck. Like, sliced away flaps of flesh. The only reason Seward didn't die was because the splint for his broken jaw deflected the blade away from his jugular vein. And because his other son and bodyguard made it into the room and forced the assassin to flee.

Chalk this one up in the "Parts of American History I'm Furious No One Told Me About" column.

While Seward was recovering, they hid the president's death from him, thinking he wouldn't survive the shock. But he figured it out three days later when he saw the flags at half-staff through his bedroom window, and realized that if Lincoln were alive, he'd have been the first to come see Seward after the attack.

Of course, Seward survived (badly scarred) and went on to buy Alaska. Which is an interesting story. But not half so interesting as all the stuff that came before it.

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[hunterxoconnor]

(AARON TAYLOR-JOHNSON, CIS MAN, HE/HIM) Oh, is that WILLIAM ‘HUNTER’ O'CONNOR? I heard the THIRTY FOUR year old is CHARMING. But don’t let that pretty face fool you, they are also COCKY. Makes sense seeing how they are a CAPO in the SERPENTS gang. 

BASIC INFORMATION

Full Name: William Alexander O'Connor

Nicknames: Hunter. Now that he's gone up in ranks, he refuses to be called by his real name.

Gender identity/pronouns : Cisman, he/him

Age: 34, born 1990, April 3rd

Height: 6'1"

Body markings: Tattoos in both inner forearms, three piercings in his left ear

Orientation : Heterosexual

Marital status: Single

Occupation : Capo in the Serpents gang

tw: death, domestic violence

BACKGROUND

There's not much that William remembers from his young days. He remembers his brother's calming words, he remembers his mother's touch, and he remembers his father's violence. Whilst he was too young to understand what was happening, as years went by, he didn't question as to why most other kids at school had both parents, and he only had his mother. After all, he had more than he needed in the shape of his older brother. Will absolutely adored James, and if he could have, he would have followed him to the end of the world.

Yet, he never got to. When William was merely eleven years old, James was taken from this world, leaving his and their mother all alone. Overnight, the young boy was forced to grow up and mature as their mother fell apart, grieving her oldest son. Will grieved too, when no one could see him, when he was by himself, because he could not bring himself to hurt his mother more than she was already hurt. But the boy was broken, and as years went by, instead of healing, the cracks began to show. More often than not he came home bruised or with ripped clothes from getting into fights. More often than not, Will got a little too creative trying to earn money to keep himself and his mother afloat.

A young, broken and fragile man was an easy prey for anyone looking, and soon enough, the Serpents came into play. William had no idea that they were behind his brother's murder, and the sudden attention was welcoming. He was almost too easy to shape and mould, and as he grew older, soon graduating from highschool, Will disregarded the impossible dreams of ever going to a university and earning himself a degree. Instead, he succumbed into the darkness, welcoming it a little too easily, accepting that he was not good for anything else. And whilst that idea was arguable, at the same time, no one could say that Will wasn't good at being bad. He was great at using his physical advantages to gain an upper hand on his targets, and over the years, he began to climb the ranks of the Serpents. Not once was he made aware - or even noticed any hints - that his brother met his unfortunate end at the gang's hands.

Losing his mother around ten years ago put the last nail in the coffin that was William. Hunter emerged instead, discarding everything that still tied him to his old life. His brother was gone (even if he didn't fully believe that), his mother was gone, and he had nothing else left. It was easier to be Hunter, the brutal, calculating, and cocky member of the gang that had become like the second family to him. It was the name he went by when he met his future fiancee, and even as he fell so deep for her, he was scared of really telling her what he was. That he was nothing but the mere bringer of chaos into this dark world, that he did not hesitate to hurt, maim or kill. Emily was a fresh breath of air that Hunter desperately needed, and she became his obsession. Anything she said, he was more than willing to do. Anything she believed in, he believed in too. And yet, he still refused to tell her exactly what he was doing, brushing it off as "working as a security guard". Still, the lies he lived did not keep him from proposing to Emily, and when she said yes, for the first time in years, Hunter found himself believing that he could have a proper family.

Whilst his professional life was going great, his personal life wasn't working out as well as he was hoping it would. Tragedy stuck, and with Emily being caught in the crossfire, Hunter was forced to bury yet another part of his little family. Losing his fiancee took a toll on the man, more so than anything before in his life, and this time, he wanted revenge. He knew it was the work of another gang, the Syndicate. Emily was innocent, she was not involved in that part of his life, and yet, she was dead at the hands of the enemy. Hunter did not care that they were to blame only indirectly, having had leaked information about the law firm Emily worked at, but it was enough to fuel a lifetime hate. He wanted them all gone, the organization burned to the ground, without really knowing that his supposedly dead brother was part of it.

More than five years had gone by since the death of his fiancee, and yet, Hunter continues to hold onto the grudge towards Syndicate. He loathes that Serpents and Syndicate are in talks of working together, but a single Capo's opinion is not enough to change the decision made by those higher up. That doesn't stop Hunter from loathing the other gang, from plotting his revenge on them even as he learns to live his life without Emily.

[chano4kauwu]

Maybe drop some oc lore? Like what they're like, interests, that kind of stuff? :0

Thank you for such a question/request! I am pleased to hear that someone is asking me about my OC :") I will try not to stretch this post by millions of letters. I have nothing to say anything definite about the characters, because all the action takes place in a world like ours. In America. About the characters, I will tell you a basic little information about each : ") I have 19 of my characters.

Here I showed their physique and height. Plus I only needed the base colors of each character.

I'll start with the main three characters that I most often draw:

Fritz Hagen. He is 22 years old. He's German. He's a biology teacher at school. He is not a serious person at all, he constantly jokes stupidly and tries in every possible way to make amends to his ex-boyfriend, with whom they met - with Ron. He killed his parents as a teenager, so Ron has been afraid of him ever since, that he might kill him too. Fritz and Ron broke up two years ago. And Fritz can't let go of their breakup in any way, wanting to meet Ron again.

Ron Williams. He's English. He is 25 years old and works as a chemistry teacher at the same school as Fritz. Ron is a terribly hot-tempered, dissatisfied person. He is well able to pretend to be an intelligent, well-mannered person - but in fact he swears most of all. He tries to avoid Fritz. But Fritz comes to him without asking. Deep down, Ron still loves Fritz and worries about him. In this world, the main role is played by the pupils in the eyes. His pupils are the same in his eyes, so he is gifted in the exact sciences, he has an excellent memory, logic, thinking. He had already had some knowledge of chemistry since he was 4 years old. He is also an albino.

3. Ben Summers. He is an American and he is 17 years old. He goes to school with Ron and Fritz. They are his teachers. Ben was born with his Siamese twin brother. His brother died at the age of 5. He got a small and unhealthy heart, which could not stand it and stopped. Ben has been suffering from amnesia related to his parents since childhood. All his childhood he could not remember either their names or their faces. He was often scared of them because he saw them "for the first time". His mother died of an illness and his father crashed in an accident. He still doesn't know about it. His parents died when Ben was 10. He lived for some time with Fritz's family, who sheltered him. Ben also happened to witness the murder. Fritz knows Ben saw it, but he threatened him - if anyone finds out about it, Ben will face the same fate. He has been friends with Ron and Fritz since he was born.

Ben (right) and his brother Al (left) 4. Claire Taylor. He is 27 years old. American. He works as a physics teacher at school with Ron and Fritz. He was called by a female name because the family was expecting a girl, but a boy was born. His mother bought a lot of things for the girl, and until the age of 7 he went in dresses, played with dolls, addressed himself in the feminine. He is a very touchy person. Manipulator and he is very jealous. He is also an owner. He dated Ron for a while. Until he found out that Ron was also dating Fritz at the same time, whom he hated. He hates his younger sister Margo more than anyone else in the world. Claire is the heaviest, nasty-looking person. nobody wants to have anything to do with him. Some are even afraid of him. There is also a pendant hanging around his neck. It's a gift from his girlfriend who died in a plane crash. She was the only one who could see a good person in him.

Ron, Claire and Fritz/Claire and Edith are stuck together in an elevator.

5. Margo Taylor. She is 17 years old. American. She's a classmate with Ben. She is most afraid of her brother Clare. Especially at home. At school, she is the most beautiful girl, she wins many competitions wherever she participates due to her appearance. But in fact, she is a quiet, not noisy girl who only plays a role in public. She understands that many friends will turn away from her if she shows herself real.

6. Edith de Fleur. 29 years old. A Frenchwoman. She is a French teacher at the school where Fritz, Ron and Claire work. She was most unlucky with relationships. Men do not look at her, considering her boring and not very interesting. She is a quiet, modest girl who has a personal home library. Her twin sister was married twice and she had many partners. She is madly in love with Ron and shows it to him in every possible way. But he doesn't seem to see it. At the same time, she does not notice the courtship from Claire, who already loves her, but she does not notice him already. Also, Edith's whole body is covered with many different freckles. Especially a lot of them on the face, shoulders, hips.

7. Rick Evaco. 27 years old. Brazilian. He was born in the favelas of Brazil and lived for a long time in the poorest family. He is the oldest child. There are three children in their family. His father became very good friends with one of the influential people on the black market. He earned enough money so that Rick could leave Brazil and move to a prestigious place. He moved to Spain, where he was able to pass the exam and go to college. There he was able to show himself, his knowledge. Rick turned out to be not the stupidest, on the contrary - one of the smartest students. During the summer holidays, he visited America and became friends with Ron and Fritz, who helped Rick a little with money. Now he is a successful businessman who has two companies in Spain, one in Brazil and one in America.

Rick with his sister. 8. Ines Sarto. 25 years old. Italian. A sweet, calm, quiet girl. She was in the same class as Ron at school while she was living in America. In Italy, she met Leah in a cafe. At that moment she was working as a waitress. Now Ines is engaged to Leah after a long relationship. Inez still communicates with Ron on the Internet. She often uses a translator, since she began to forget English.

Ines and Leah 9. Leah Gentile. 26 years old. Italian. She was born in a large family. She is the second oldest child. There are 7 children in her family. Leah's parents are terribly religious people. She ran away from her family at 17 and stopped communicating with them at 20 when she said she was dating a girl. She smokes a lot, is a rude and tough girl. She protects Ines and worries a lot about her if she goes somewhere alone. She often swears and does not behave culturally in society. But not in front of Ines.

10. Engel Weber. He is 26 years old. German. He is rude, not polite, harsh and uncomfortable person. For a long time he was close friends with Fritz. They were friends until Fritz pushed Engel's sister into a pit with iron bayonets. When Engel found out that Fritz had killed his sister, he swore revenge on him. But by the time he realized, Fritz had moved to America. Due to the loss of a loved one, Engel stopped caring for himself, he gained weight, he has mental and not only health problems. His hair was dyed gray with white tips. The only goal left was to take revenge on Fritz for what he had done.

11. Josh Carter. 30 years old. American. He works as a teacher of several foreign languages at the same school as Fritz, Ron, Claire and Edith. He's a terribly deceitful, cunning man. He is never interested in the affairs of another person. If he asks something like that, it means he needs something. He was in three relationships, and only the last girl was able to injure him. There's a burn on his left side of his body. His ex-girlfriend threw a kettle of boiling water at him in the hope of killing him. But it didn't work out. He realized that all girls are fools and he remains single. The only one who really matters to him is his friend Henry.

Josh and Henry 12. Henry Gate. 30 years old. American. He works as a psychologist at the school where Fritz, Ron, Claire, Edith and Josh work. He is a terribly sentimental, empathic person with weak nerves. For a psychologist, he takes everything too close to his heart. He often tries to help everyone to his own detriment. The only person who is particularly important to him is Josh. It is still a mystery to everyone how they were able to make friends. He is terribly fond of collecting books and drawing. Especially landscapes.

13.Ed Ryder. 17 years old. American. He's a classmate with Ben and Margot. Ed lives with one father, his mother left them when Ed was 9 years old. My father's salary is not enough for normal living, and sometimes not enough for normal food. Ed is endowed with a slightly feminine physique and appearance. Therefore, he followed in his mother's footsteps and went to earn money through prostitution. So he was finally able to provide for himself on his own. Despite his position, he remains optimistic and often jokes. Especially on sexual topics.

14.Amintas Exarchidis. 31 years old. Greek. He works as Rick's bodyguard. They became good friends, despite the closed and not verbose nature of Amintas. Aminats has three younger sisters and one older brother, who provided great support in his youth. He, like Rick, lived in a poor, not rich family, so they quickly found a common language. Despite the numerous scars that are on his body, he still tries to resolve any conflicts peacefully.

[dakrapatops]

hello karat love, im gonna tell you about this one thing I just remembered. At intermediate I was in the gifted class™ which meant we could do whatever we wanted basically (it was amazing I would spend like 3 hours each day just rotting on pinterest looking at videos of people making cakes and the teacher (who was fucking wild but story for another time) just like let me because it was apparently educational). anywayyyyy me and my friends decided we were going to solve a cold case (because we read an unhealthy amount of murder mystery books) for our big end of year project thing. we decided to solve the murder of william desmond taylor and for a solid month just like consumed any piece of information about that guy and did a fuck ton of research and came up with the most batshit theories. It was very fun and consequently I know far to much about this dude. In case you were wondering it was 100% charlottle shelby she did it (her daughter mary miles minter was in some relationship with william , and charlotte was lowkey a twat and the bullets in her gun were the same ones found in william yadadada. there's also all this circumstantial evidence and I think there was this thing were she bribed someone for something but i forgot all the exact details sdfghjk its been a while). Anyway with our brilliant theory we made an entire like mocumentary short film thing about this, it was so good. one of us was the presenter and she did this spot on british presenter voice and the rest like Terribly acted it out. best thing I think I've ever been a part of it was literal art.

Anyway year 8 rolls around and end of the year my teacher fucking ditches us (fun fact she moved to this one city and then like three months later I moved there and to this day I live in constant fear that im just gonna like see her) so we had a new teacher for the end of that year (he was fucking amazing). anyway because we had a new teacher we did the exact same project as the last year and no one ratted us out it was beautiful.

oh my goddddd alox that sounds awesome shdhsjsjdbsjsjbdn reminds of one time in pe we had to create a dance and this group just did their graduation dance from their primary school and like 75% of the class got up and did the dance behind them 😭😭😭😭 we love student solidarity

also props to you and your friends for recording an entire ass video I could never, and y'all were so right for diving into murder cases, I used to do that too so much and for some reason I stopped... hm

[anewdawnwithoutfear]

DOSSIER CHEAT SHEET

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BASICS

FULL LEGAL NAME: Daina Fischer, though subject to change relatively soon, formerly many things, originally Emery Lavinia Jonaitis

NICKNAME(S): Lasho Femi, Angel (if you’re its partner, otherwise it’ll probably flay you, honestly), a few less kind ones that it’s only half aware of

DATE OF BIRTH: 13 August, 1874

GENDER: Probably something, but it’s never tried to find the language for it

PLACE OF BIRTH: Cleveland, Ohio, as far as the body’s concerned, its present self was technically born in Antarctica, and it’s wavering back and forth on a third coming, but is resisting it strongly

CURRENTLY LIVING: It’s been moving around a fair bit, and doesn’t exactly consider any one place its home, so to speak, no matter how often it’s there

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English, Lithuanian, Lithuanian Rromani

EDUCATION: PhD in Pharmacology from Cornell University, though what its current records say is another story

~~~~~

PHYSICAL INFORMATION

HAIR COLOUR(S): Black refracting greenish when the light hits it

EYE COLOUR(S): Brown

HEIGHT: 6′5″/195 cm at full height, though its posture has suffered

WEIGHT: 170 lbs/77 kg

FACECLAIM(S): None

~~~~

FAMILY INFORMATION

PARENT/GUARDIAN(S):

Eugenija Jonaitis (née Zukauskas) (deceased)

Virgil Jonaitis (deceased)

SIBLING(S): None

RELATIVE(S):

Eglė Zukauskas (née Bagdonas) (maternal grandmother) (deceased)

Mindaugas Zukauskas (maternal grandfather) (deceased)

Jeremijas Zukauskas (maternal uncle) (deceased)

Julia Zukauskas (née Cledes) (maternal aunt by marriage) (deceased)

Margaret Zukauskas (cousin by Jeremijas and Julia) (deceased)

Walter Zukauskas (cousin by Jeremijas and Julia) (deceased)

Matthew Zukauskas (cousin by Jeremijas and Julia) (deceased)

Lennor Jonaitis (née Vizgirda) (paternal grandmother) (deceased)

Darius Jonaitis (paternal grandfather) (deceased)

Matilda Taylor (née Jonaitis) (paternal aunt) (deceased)

Isaac Taylor (paternal uncle by marriage) (deceased)

Ethelinda Narloch (née Jonaitis) (paternal aunt) (deceased)

Philip Narloch (parternal uncle by marriage) (deceased)

Vincent Narloch (cousin by Ethelinda and Philip) (deceased)

Kathleen Narloch (cousin by Ethelinda and Philip) (deceased)

William Narloch (cousin by Ethelinda and Philip) (deceased)

Maximilian Narloch (cousin by Ethelinda and Philip) (deceased)

Moritz Narloch (cousin by Ethelinda and Philip) (deceased)

SIGNIFICANT OTHER(S): Delta-5 “The Professor”/“The Heretic” (long-term romantic partner, cover identities married)

CHILDREN: Not Applicable

PET(S): Mniarogekko chahoua named Echo, unsexed as of yet

~~~~~

RELATIONSHIP INFORMATION

SEXUALITY: Queer Asexual, uninterested in thinking into it further because of its propensity for single-target attraction

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Romantically involved

SINCE WHEN: 08 September, 2019

~~~~~~

BONUS STUFF FOR FUNSIES

SONGS ASSOCIATED: Only When I Lose Myself – ŽAGAR (Depeche Mode Cover)

TAGGED BY: I was not

TAGGING: Nope

[paigelts05]

Renegade Resources

Here are a bunch of links to documents where I am writing up more of the worldbuilding of the Renegade AU.

As it gets rather complex, I figured that a few google docs here and there wouldn't go amiss, especially since there are significant alterations to how ghosts work compared to canon, and my AU uses an insanely fringe theory.

Ghosts and Posession:

A semi-diegetic document on ghosts, possession, and remnant.

This is a diegetic piece, so all of the information is only accurate as far as the characters are aware. The real truth may vary: the list of researchers is ever expanding.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1N7lmkotpeCD5JTdV8chJe9ylwDpH8AIY9JWR9zbVJ0E/edit?usp=sharing

I already shared this here but it'd be nice to have all three of these in one place, no?

Fazbear Entertainment, Origins, and absorbed companies:

A semi-diegetic document on Faz Ent and the organisations it was, absorbed, and created. This explains how Angel Guy and Vincent Taylors parents were involved with William before Faz Ent became a thing.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1MNg_43Js4mVNqqqzfycEET-agiNTQXX3tJSnRVTchLs/edit?usp=sharing

The TalesVRWorld Compendium

As my AU follows the TalesVRWorld theory, here is a compendium I made for this theory. It's a work in progress, but I feel that it is in a workable state. You really need the basics to get what's going on, and even then whenever the VR Environment is brought up, anything I write will have adequate enough in-text explanation for the work to be enjoyable.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/13uEGSQ0DJQHxxYO1vbchTEBDibKXYKb9w0jZMBKOQ90/edit?usp=sharing

[blueharborhq]

DAHLIA YOUNG is looking for her EX-BOYFRIEND. For more details about the connection, read below!

THIS CONNECTION IS NOW FILLED.

BASIC INFORMATION

CHARACTER NAME — Dahlia Young.

CATEGORY — Romantic, antagonistic.

TYPE OF CONNECTION — Ex-boyfriend.

CONNECTION NAME — Liam Reed.

CONNECTION AGE — 31 - 33.

SUGGESTED FACECLAIMS — Dylan O'Brien, Logan Lerman, Sean Teale, Taylor Zahkar Perez, Kedar Stirling Williams, Dev Patel, Ahn Hyoseop.

DESCRIPTION

Dahlia and Liam meet in a photography class her sophomore year of college. Lia was drawn to Liam's passion for photography. The two went on their first date to an art gallery, bonding over their mutual love for creativity and artistic expression. 

Their relationship became pretty serious, very quickly. They would take weekend trips to explore the city and nearby towns' art scenes and nature, documenting their adventures together with Liam's camera. When they started dating, Lia's self-esteem wasn't the greatest, but with Liam's support and encouragement, Lia came to embrace her individuality, and really explore a bunch of different music genres, open mics, and subbing in as a guitarist for bands that needed a temporary member. Likewise, Lia supported all of Liam's photography endeavors and would even provide music for his photo exhibitions.

Her senior year of college, Dahlia and Liam started discussing their future together and dreams of traveling the world together, combining their passions.

The stress of final projects and job applications took its toll on their relationship and they had their first major argument about their post-graduation plans when Liam was offered the opportunity to intern with a renowned photographer in Europe. Lia was torn between her desire to support him and her selfish wish for him to stay. She couldn't drop everything to follow him to Europe either, so she sent him off with a weary smile.

They tried a long-distance relationship for a time (less than a year), but the time difference and distance (physical and emotional) was too much for them to overcome. Liam was the one to actually ask to breakup as Lia (while knowing things weren't working anymore) was unwilling to quit. The breakup was terribly painful, and brought up a lot of old woulds of abandonment for Dahlia.

Shortly after their breakup, Dahlia decided to move back home and hasn't really kept in touch with Liam. She still has a mix of hurt and resentment when she thinks of him, but Lia considers Liam to be "the one that got away." Reasons why he's in Blue Harbor can be totally up to player, and we can always flesh that out!

musings — [ PINTEREST ] [ PLAYLIST ]

Do you need to be contacted by the potential applicant? Yes please!

[highdeman]

10 highly recommended books for financial education

1.“The Intelligent Investor” by Benjamin Graham — This classic book teaches the principles of value investing and how to analyze stocks to make informed investment decisions.

2. “Rich Dad Poor Dad” by Robert Kiyosaki — This book challenges traditional beliefs about money and provides practical advice on how to build wealth through investing in assets that generate passive income.

3. “The Millionaire Next Door” by Thomas J. Stanley and William D. Danko — This book presents a study of millionaires in the US and identifies common traits and behaviors that contribute to their success.

4. “The Simple Path to Wealth” by JL Collins — This book explains the basics of investing and personal finance in a simple and straightforward way, with an emphasis on low-cost index fund investing.

5. “The Bogleheads’ Guide to Investing” by Taylor Larimore, Mel Lindauer, and Michael LeBoeuf — This book outlines the investment philosophy of Jack Bogle, founder of Vanguard, and provides practical advice for individual investors.

6. “The Richest Man in Babylon” by George S. Clason — This book uses parables set in ancient Babylon to teach the principles of personal finance, such as living below your means, saving money, and investing wisely.

7. “Your Money or Your Life” by Vicki Robin and Joe Dominguez — This book offers a holistic approach to personal finance that encourages readers to examine their relationship with money and develop a plan for achieving financial independence.

8. “The Total Money Makeover” by Dave Ramsey — This book provides a step-by-step guide to getting out of debt, building an emergency fund, and investing for the future.

9. “The Psychology of Money” by Morgan Housel — This book explores the ways in which our attitudes and behaviors towards money can impact our financial outcomes, and offers insights for building a healthy relationship with money.

10. “The Four Pillars of Investing” by William Bernstein — This book covers the basics of investing, including asset allocation, diversification, and risk management, and provides a historical perspective on the evolution of the financial markets.

[destieldailynews]

12/12/20 Update

Stacey Abrams liked the finale - American politician Stacey Abrams tweeted this morning, saying the Supernatural finale was a “devastatingly perfect end to 15 years of fantastic storytelling, superb acting and fighting all the monsters.”

Stacey Abrams’ advisor did not like Sam’s wig - Stacey Abrams’ advisor, Chelsey Hall, posted a tweet saying “we must discuss budget for wigs people lol”.

15x18 script leak - a picture of the script for Cas’ confession in 15x18 has been leaked, and includes the line “Still beautiful. Still Dean Winchester.” We are unsure who the original poster is, but we are looking into it. So far, it is unclear whether or not the script is genuine, however:

Taylor Swift is a heller jokes - Taylor Swift just released her new album, Evermore, and Supernatural fans have been quick to point out that some of the lyrics have very strong Destiel vibes (including but not limited to: “your Midas touch on the Chevy door/ November flush and your flannel cure” from Champagne Problems).

Adam Williams goes feral on Twitter - a VFX crew member who worked on s15 seemed to confirm the script leak was real, saying he was “amazed more shit wasn’t leaked or stolen”. He also posted a number of tweets discussing Dean’s sexuality, which fans are seeing as both offensive and hilarious.

This is just a very basic update, we are hoping to update with more information as soon as possible

[imnotobsessedwfictionalchracters]

Resident Evil OC Basic Information

Hey y'all! I'm Z/El and thank you so much for being interested in my OC's!

Here is the link to my Main Masterlist and My Navigation and Resident Evil OC Masterlist

Just starting here, I am white. My characters are white. That being said, for the stories obviously I have main characters that aren't and if I ever write anything that isn't correct and is offensive, please correct me and I will fix that and apologize in advance.

Anyways, here is the basic information on all of my characters!

Name: Charlotte James Redfield

Also Called:

Charlie CJ Char

Birthday (Zodiac):

September 29th of 2005 (Libra)

Where They Were Born:

DC Area

Ages (Per Game/Movie):

Resident Evil 6: 7 Vendetta: 8/9 Death Island: 9/10 Resident Evil 7 Biohazard: 11 Resident Evil: Village: 14

Job:

Waitress Writer/Reporter

Family (Their DOB If Known):

Mother: Name Unknown Father: Chris Redfield (November 4th of 1973) Sister: Rosemary “Rose” Winters (Legally) (August 2nd of 2020) Boyfriend: David Allen Girlfriend: Casey Stevens

Description:

Brown Hair Wavy Hair Brown Eyes Glasses (Contact) Favorite Color is a Strong Dark Pink 178.3588 cm (5’10.22)

Face Claims

Ariel Winters

Sabrina Carpenter

Story Name

The Charlotte Carrie CJ Diaries

Name: Evelyn Dorothea Allen

Also Called:

Eve

Title:

Captain General

Birthday (Zodiac):

September 27th of 1977 (Libra)

Where They Were Born:

Southern US State

Ages (Per Game/Movie):

Resident Evil 0: 20 Resident Evil: 20 Resident Evil 2: 21 Resident Evil 3: Nemesis: 21 Resident Evil: Revelations: 27/28 Resident Evil 5: 31 Resident Evil: Revelations 2: 33 Resident Evil 6: 36 Vendetta: 36-37 Death Island: 37-38 Resident Evil Biohazard: 39 Resident Evil Village: 43

Job:

US Army Delta Force operator S.T.A.R.S. Officer Private Anti-Biohazard Service Agent BSAA Agent

Family (Their DOB If Known):

Mother: Dorothea Brown (January 1st of 1945) Father: William Jeremy Allen Sr. (December 23rd of 1941-April 3rd of 2017) Half-Brother: William Jeremy Allen Jr. (September 11th of 1960) Half-Brother: Jason John Allen (August 30th of 1962) Half-Sister: Marie Elizabeth Johnson (April 19th of 1965) Half-Brother: Tyler Robert Allen (March 3rd of 1966) Half-Sister: Taylor Paris Johnson (June 2nd of 1967) Half-Brother: Ryan William Allen (November 6th of 1967) Boyfriend: Charles White Fiancé: Bobby Wright Husband: Chris Redfield (November 4th of 1973) Daughter: Emilia Claire Redfield (June 29th of 2007) Son: Theodore Chris Redfield (March 25th of 2010)

Description:

Scar that goes over her left eyebrow-barely missing eye  Scar across her back Brown Hair Curly Hair Blue Eyes Freckles Favorite Color is Lilac 173.8884 cm (5’8.46)

Face Claims

Alexandra Artrip  Milla Jovovich  Jenna DeWan

Name: Hayley Elizabeth Bridger (Piers didn’t die AU)

Title:

Doctor

Birthday (Zodiac):

December 13th of 1990 (Sagittarius)

Where They Were Born:

Northwest America

Ages (Per Game):

Resident Evil 6: 22

Job:

Waitress Stripper Doctor

Family (Their DOB If Known):

Mother: Taylor Bridger (1963) Father: John Bridger (1961) Husband: Piers Nivans

Description:

Brown Hair Wavy Hair Brown Eyes Favorite Color is a Pale Blue/Light Violet 176.6316 cm (5’9.54)

Face Claim

Erica Durance

Name: Tiffany Erin Miller

Also Called:

Tiff Tiffy

Title:

Agent

Birthday (Zodiac):

June 23rd of 1985 (Cancer)

Where They Were Born:

Small Southern Town in America

Ages (Per Game/Movie):

Resident Evil 4: 19 Degeneration: 20 Infinite Darkness: 20/21 Damnation: 25 Resident Evil 6: 28 Vendetta: 28-29 Death Island: 29-30 Resident Evil 7 Biohazard: 32 Resident Evil Village: 35

Job:

Government Intern USSTRATCOM Agent DSO Agent

Family (Their DOB If Known):

Mother: Mary Stevenson (October 14th of 1959) Father: David Miller (August 21st of 1959-December 30th of 2014) Brother: Joshua David Miller (April 28th of 1979) Brother: John Luke Miller (June 16th of 1982-December 29th of 2014) Brother: Joseph Michael Miller (July 18th of 1984) Sister: Tara Avery Miller (July 12th of 1987) Sister: Tonya Mary Miller (May 7th of 1990) Boyfriend: Chase Brown Boyfriend: David Brown Boyfriend: Austin Smith Boyfriend: Jeremy Bridger Boyfriend: James Martin Boyfriend: Timothy Martin Boyfriend: Patrick Husband: Leon Scott Kennedy (March 23rd of 1977) Daughter: Cordelia Zelda Miller-Kennedy (November 7th of 2016)

Description:

Scar down her sternum  Scar across nose Brown Hair Straight Hair Pale Brown Eyes Glasses (Wears Contacts) Favorite Color is a Vivid Magenta 178.435 cm (5’10.25)

Face Claims

Mila Kunis  Angelina Jolie

[rose-of-oz]

MY GLEE ORIGINAL CHARACTER, IVY KEKOA

BASIC INFORMATION ---

FULL NAME: Ivy Kipi Kekoa.

OTHER NAMES: Ives, Kipi, Taylor Swift, Freak, ipo, manu mele, Kekoa, Miss Kekoa.

NAME MEANINGS:

Ivy - of English origin, meaning vine.

Kipi - of Hawaiian origin, meaning rebel.

Kekoa - of Hawaiian origin, meaning brave one.

ZODIAC SIGN: Aquarius (born February 9th, 1994).

BIRTHPLACE: Lima, Ohio, USA.

CURRENT RESIDENCE: Lima, Ohio, USA.

NATIONALITY: American.

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English, Hawaiian (not fluently).

GENDER IDENTITY: Cisgender female.

PREFERRED PRONOUNS: She/her.

ORIENTATION: Heteroromantic, asexual (sex-repulsed).

OCCUPATION: Student at William McKinley High School, part-time barista at the Lima Bean.

FACECLAIM: Auli'i Cravalho.

PERSONALITY ---

HOGWARTS HOUSE: Slytherin - "the serpent".

"Slytherins tended to be ambitious, shrewd, cunning, strong leaders, and achievement-oriented. They also had highly developed senses of self-preservation. This means that Slytherins tended to hesitate before acting, so as to weigh all possible outcomes before deciding exactly what should be done. Slytherins tended to take charge and possessed strong leadership skills. They were often self-assured and confident of their own competence and can be very loyal."

MYERS-BRIGGS TYPE: ENTP - "the debater".

"Quick-witted and audacious, Debaters aren’t afraid to disagree with the status quo. In fact, they’re not afraid to disagree with pretty much anything or anyone. Few things light up people with this personality type more than a bit of verbal sparring – and if the conversation veers into controversial terrain, so much the better. It would be a mistake, though, to think of Debaters as disagreeable or mean-spirited. Instead, people with this personality type are knowledgeable and curious, with a playful sense of humor, and they can be incredibly entertaining. They simply have an offbeat, contrarian idea of fun – one that involves a healthy dose of spirited debate."

ENNEAGRAM: Type Four - "the individualist".

"Fours are self-aware, sensitive, and reserved. They are emotionally honest, creative, and personal, but can also be moody and self-conscious. Withholding themselves from others due to feeling vulnerable and defective, they can also feel disdainful and exempt from ordinary ways of living. They typically have problems with melancholy, self-indulgence, and self-pity. At their best, Fours are inspired and highly creative, they are able to renew themselves and transform their experiences."

ZODIAC: Aquarius - "the water bearer".

"Aquarius is the sign different from the rest of the zodiac and people born with their Sun in it feel special. This makes them eccentric and energetic in their fight for freedom, or at times shy and quiet, afraid to express their true personality. In both cases they are deep thinkers and highly intellectual people who love to fight for idealistic causes. They are able to see people without prejudice and this makes them truly special. Although they can easily adapt to the energy that surrounds them, Aquarius representatives have a deep need to have some time alone and away from everything in order to restore power."

ALIGNMENT: True Neutral.

"A Chaotic Good character acts as their conscience directs them with little regard for what others expect of them. They make his own way, but they are kind and benevolent. They believe in goodness and right but have little use for laws and regulations. They hate it when people try to intimidate others and tell them what to do. They follow their own moral compass, which, although good, may not agree with that of society."

LOVE LANGUAGE: Quality time (giving and receiving).

SKILLS: Singing, songwriting, acting, piano, acoustic guitar, speed reading, cooking, knowledge of feminist history, sewing, observational skills, quick wit, dancing.

LIKES: Performing, alone time, songwriting, organizing protests, going to protests, educating people on important issues, spending time with friends and family, funny movies, comfortable clothes, being able to quickly come up with a comeback.

DISLIKES: Arrogant people, any form of discrimination, ignorant people, broken promises, boring situations, people insulting her heritage, being told she can't do something, violence.

FEARS/PHOBIAS: Failure, complete darkness, large dogs, tight spaces.

BACKSTORY ---

Ivy Kipi Kekoa was born February 9th, 1994, to Maile and John Kekoa, a couple who had moved from Hawaii to Lima, Ohio only three months prior in order to be closer to Maile's aging parents, who had lived in Cleveland for years. Young Ivy was fortunate enough to have been born to two dedicated, loving parents, and her early childhood was a happy, uncomplicated time.

When Ivy was six years old, during a visit to her grandparents in Cleveland, her grandmother put on a CD of the original Chicago West End soundtrack while cooking, belting out "All That Jazz" alongside Maile and dancing the young girl around the kitchen to the tune of "Roxie". From that moment onward, Ivy developed a deep love for musical theatre, singing, and performing, listening obsessively to any musical soundtrack she could get her hands on and, eventually, writing her own songs, wanting to be the next Joni Mitchell or Carole King if she somehow couldn't be the next Bernadette Peters.

Maile Kekoa was also a proud feminist, and made sure to teach her daughter to fight for equality as well. Unfortunately, there wasn't much room for an outspoken feminist Pacific Islander girl in small-town Ohio, and Ivy often found herself the subject of bullying and ridicule. She also entered into a fierce rivalry with fellow aspiring theatre star Rachel Berry, who always seemed to beat her out in singing competitions or for the roles in community theatre productions she wanted. She was, thankfully, able to find a friend in Mercedes Jones, a fellow outspoken girl who refused to take crap from the popular kids. Their friendship was almost instantaneous and mutually admiring, each girl regarding the other as something close to a sister and being amazed by her vocal talents.

As sophomore year of high school began, Ivy was looking forward to karaoke nights with Mercedes, going to protests in the nearby towns, and generally finding ways to piss off McKinley's jocks and cheerleaders. But when she spied a sign-up sheet for a glee club being run by her least-favorite teacher, she thought that perhaps this might be the year she finally showed the teenagers of Lima just how good she was - and hopefully show up Rachel Berry along the way.

RELATIONSHIPS ---

FAMILY: Maile Kekoa (mother), John Kekoa (father), Leilani Ikaika (maternal grandmother), Akamu Ikaika (maternal grandfather).

FRIENDS: Mercedes Jones (best friend), Artie Abrams (friend), Tina Cohen-Chang (friend), Mike Chang (friend), Kurt Hummel (friend), Brittany S. Pierce (friend), Santana Lopez (frenemy).

ACQUAINTANCES: Finn Hudson (acquaintance), Quinn Fabray (acquaintance), Emma Pillsbury (acquaintance), Noah "Puck" Puckerman (acquaintance), Will Schuester (acquaintance), Rachel Berry (acquaintance/rival).

ROMANTIC INTERESTS: Finn Hudson (brief crush), Artie Abrams (former crush), Sam Evans (current romantic interest, boyfriend).

TRIVIA ---

Though Ivy's grandparents fully accepted her when she came out as asexual (as did her parents), the coming out itself took about an hour and a half because she had to convince her grandfather not to immediately make "proud grandparent" t-shirts.

Ivy read Simone de Beauvoir's classic feminist book The Second Sex when she was only ten years old. She didn't understand most of it at the time, but it's one of her mother's favorite books, and she understands it much better now that she's read it nine times.

Ivy's favorite show is Star Trek: The Original Series, because she's been watching her father's old VHS tapes of it with him since she was a toddler. She would never admit it to anyone, though; the last thing she needs is to give McKinley High's assholes another reason to make fun of her.

She once punched Puck in the face after she spoke Hawaiian to Mercedes in the cafeteria and he made fun of her. He doesn't admit it to her until senior year, but he's respected her ever since for that.

Her first fictional crush was Leonardo from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (also something she's never admitted to anyone but Mercedes).

Ivy can sing "Roxie" from Chicago backwards. It's sort of a party trick that she's performed at sleepovers and for the rest of the New Directions.

Ivy plans to move back to Hawaii after she's older and has retired from Broadway. She may have never lived there (outside her mother's womb, that is), but she's always wanted to reconnect to her roots.

PLAYLIST ---

i. "let me be your star" from smash.

ii. "anything you can do" from annie get your gun.

iii. "rebel girl" by bikini kill.

iv. "loser like me" by glee cast.

v. "21st century machine" by catie turner.

[ladyelissarose]

Warnings: mentions of a club, (I don’t know if that’s a warning) being beat, drugs mentioned too, angst all in between! So sorry for barely posting today, I had a rough week. But I still love you and appreciate you all!!💕♥️

“The Secrets of Gotham-Unmasked”

Chp. 25 pt.2

Y/n’s POV

 Soon the Uber driver which was known as a taxi of course, had driven up to the location Saunders had written down for her, looking up at the building once she got off the taxi she thought,

  ‘Iceberg Fish Co.? What the hellll... damn the more you know huh?’

  That’s when she heard Saunders voice through the comms,

  ‘Alright Diana, there’s a door up front go up to it, there will be twins brothers opening it up for you, there The Penguins bouncers, they have a code word they use, just say, “I’ve heard they say the fish is colder within the club.

  Then just show them the application, they check you for weapons, then you’ll be in.’

  “Alrighty then... going up to it now.”

 Just as she approached it the two doors opened revealing the identical twin bouncers, the first one looked at her up and down taking her appearance as he questioned sternly,

  “Are you lost princess?”

With a sly smirk Y/n answered,

  “I’ve heard they say the fish is colder within the club?”

  “Huh... you may be right, let me see what you have there.”

  Picking up the application form Y/n added,

  “Of course I’d be right, why else would I be here?”

  Taking the form both brothers looked it through and the second one asked,

  “Who told you about this place, you’re new around here.”

  Alfred then spoke saying,

  ‘Say Selina Kyle.’

 “Selina Kyle, she was a good friend of mine, saw I was going through a rough time and requested here.”

  Smirking at each other the first brother told the other,

  “Why don’t you lead her upstairs? Let’s see what Oz has to say about this.”

  “Bet, come on baby, let’s introduce you to what Gotham is really all about.”

  Leading Y/n inside after checking her bag she soon was really able to see what Bruce had meant about the Iceberg Lounge, it was dark and somewhat foggy inside, the heat within was radiated off the amount of bodies that danced around in the place. The music was loud and bouncing off of Y/n’s ears, lights of different colors but mostly red, were shining and moving in every direction. 

  ‘This is a club indeed, God damn and I thought a night bar at D.C. was bad... this is basically hell.’

  She felt her arm being pulled as the twin drew her close to him to tell her over the music some directions,

  “You just go up those stairs and through that door, you’ll find what you’re looking for there, Oz be waiting for you. Good luck baby.” 

  Sending him a blowing kiss Y/n thanked him,

  “Thank you sweetheart.”

  Walking up the stairs she heard Saunders talk her through,

 ‘Just go with it, your name is Diana Taylor, and Selina Kyle referenced you to the place, you have your information there, he’ll read through it all, he doesn’t just let anyone in, he likes to know them well. Now, his name is Oswald Cobblepot, he’s the Penguin. Let’s hope he gets you working tonight, try to pressure the fact that you’re in desperate need of money, saying you’d do anything for extra. Maybe you can convince him.’

  “Alright I’m walking in. Meaning I’m gonna stop talking.”

  ‘Don’t worry about getting to us Miss Y/n, we got you covered.’

  Hearing Alfreds assurance made Y/n square her shoulders and walk in with confidence, and upon entering she saw William Kenzie, someone she had heard about from Gordon, he was a corrupt former detective of the GCPD. 

  ‘Ugh, of course he’d be here like a damn guard, just remember, you’re Diana and a club worker.. yeah sounds about right. And who the heck is Selina Kyle? Is she the Princess of Gotham or something, sounds like everyone knows her. Hmph, I’ll worry about that later... now it’s show time.’

  “Woah woah woah hold it there Barbie, where do you think you’re going?”

  William Kenzie stuck his hand out to stop her from coming further in, Y/n high pitched her voice as she explained,

  “I came here to see the Penguin, I heard he needed hiring for some positions?”

  “Ohh I finally have someone coming in! Let her through Kenzie, meet me downstairs at the 44 Below, come in baby.”

  ‘That’s the fucking Penguin?! Shit-“

  Kenzie moved his hand and gestured her to go inside, Y/n sent him a sweet smile as she stepped into the room, her loud clicking heels echoing off the glass window walls, she took at seat in front of Oswald as she spoke,

  “I have an application form, I hope you like it.”

  Crossing her legs seductively she handed him the paper, making sure to bend and stretch over to him enough to make her breasts be noticed well, of course the Penguin took a sly glance before grabbing the form, he looked it through as a worker walked in with a tray full of packages and a yellow envelope. And in her other hand she had a smaller tray but with a glass of what looked like whiskey. Setting it down she took a look at Y/n and nodded her head in acknowledgment of her presence, Y/n sent a super small smile with the same nod, then the Penguin said,

  “Thank you baby, just leave it there, here, take a couple of drops.”

  Handing her two packages the girl stuffed it in her bra and walked out without another word.

  ‘So those are the drops? Huh... I wonder what kind of drug it is though. Maybe I should start pushing my case.’

  “So I was wondering if I could start tonight?-“

  “Desperate huh?”

  “Rent is due and I’m out, please I’d do anything for any amount of cash to get me through at least this month, I really need it.”

  Sitting back to think about her plea the Penguin skimmed through the pages again, then ordered,

  “Stand up.”

 ‘Oh shit.’

  “Ok.”

  Standing up the Penguin made a gesture with his fingers signaling her to do a simple turn, so he could get a whole view of her, he smirked as he watch her at his mercy of command, then told her to sit back down as he called out through his speaker, 

  “bring me my bouncers,”

  ‘What gonna happen? Ok ok breathe breathe.’

  Y/n felt her skin crawl all of a sudden, feeling small as she sat there vulnerable and open to anything that could possibly happen, and at hearing the Penguin call for his bouncers, meaning more people in a room with her alone, just didn’t help her nervousness. But soon the twins walked in,

  “”Yes boss””

 Standing up the Penguin explained to Y/n,

  “Listen Diana Taylor, here, this place is a safe place for anyone, and I mean anyone. I’m not a part of anything that happens here though, I just do what I need to do and that’s it. Here you’ll see people from district offices and government officials, and you can’t ever say a word or else.“

  Feeling a cloth being pressed to her back Y/n then felt a hard stick or bar hit her across the back harshly sending her to the floor, then a couple more hits. She hissed through the pain and thought she was going to receive more until one of the twins picked her up facing her to the Penguin as he drew closer to her holding up her chin,

  “Or else you will be treated accordingly by us, this was just a tap of what I’ll really do to you, do you understand?”

  “Yes”

  Letting her chin go he added,

  “Talk to Gracie Helens, she does this kind of stuff here, she’s in the dressing room, take her this green card, I’ll let you access both floors but just for the month, sense you insist you need the cash.”

  Convincing the Penguin more Y/n agreed,

  “I really do need it.”

  “Then on you go, this is the pass card, and remember what I told you.”

 Pressing his large hand against her back so she could feel the sting of where she got hit was his reminder. Then he led her out. As soon as she walked out she heard Saunders voice,

 ‘I didn’t think he’d do that I’m sorry, are you ok?’

 Feeling her skin burn on her back from the hits she tried to roll her shoulders a little as she responded,

  “Yeah I’m good, it was just unexpected. Now who’s this Gracie Helens?”

 ‘She works with the ladies, she’s kinda like the manager. So go to her and present to her your green card, she’ll let you through, Oz must be having a good night, which is good, so keep your cover up and find Mackenzie, or anyone else you feel was involved in your fathers murder.’

 “Alright copy that,”

 Y/n soon found Gracie and was able to get directions for around the place, 

  ‘Thank God Gracie was pretty nice, she even said she liked my smile. Saying it was at attractive... well ok then.. oh! here’s the elevator for the downstairs.’  

  The doors opened for Y/n to go in, she was met with William Kenzie once again, 

  He scoffed,

  “He let you down here?”

 Showing off her card she said yes,

  “Yup, are you coming in or out?”

  “I’m going back down.”

 “alright.”

 Stepping inside the doors closed on them as he stood at least a foot away from her, he then handed her his card,

  “Whenever you get at the point of working behind the closed doors, call me first. I like you.”

  Y/n sent him a tight lipped smile and prayed that the doors would soon open, she couldn’t stand his presence. Fortunately they did and she right away went towards a group of girls that stood around in the same kind of clothes she wore, approaching them Y/n greeted,

  “Hi!”

 One of the prettier ones with bigger breasts and an average height mocked,

 “Hey y’all didn’t tell me that Oz hired a giraffe!”

  They all started to cackle amongst themselves making Y/n look stupid, but Y/n soon found out her name when one of the others said,

  “Debby shut up, say what’s your name girly?”

  “I-I’m-“

 “Awe look at her she’s stuttering, probably it’s cause she didn’t hear us sense she’s so tall! Why don’t you bend down huh?”

  Y/n huffed through her nose as she felt an irritation rise in her chest because of her stupid mockery, but Alfred calmed her down instantly,

  ‘Your heart beat is rising Y/n, don’t let them get to you, they’re immature and that’s how they behave. Grab a tray with drops and glasses and walk away, ignore them. Look for Mackenzie, you’re here for him not them.’

  “Fine.”

 Looking at Y/n confused Debby questioned,

 “What do you mean fine?”

 Spinning on her heal Y/n grabbed a full tray that was ready to be taken and began to walk away from the girls, swaying her hips feeling a little bit better for listening to Alfred, though she could hear them laughing harder as she left but stood her ground. Looking around at every table Y/n searched desperately for Mackenzie, but couldn’t find him. But she either way helped around while playing her role and getting cash as she went,  a few offered her to be taken to the back with them for ‘a good time’, but she declined all the offers saying she was off limits to the club. 

  ‘Damn half the GCPD and DA’s office is down here.. but where’s Mackenzie? I thought he’d be here.. it’s the weekend.’

  “Hey Uncle G, I’m not picking him up anywhere, does he arrive later in the night or what?”

  ‘I believe he does, when your dad and I would come around he was always late because of his job, and especially now that he’s Chief of Detectives... just hold on out there you’re doing well, just focus and stay away from the drunk/drugged guys please.’

  “Copy that.”

 Gordon’s POV

 Gordon was the one holding back Mackenzie in his office as he argued with him with fury in his voice,

  “How could you give Y/l/n a formal funeral with no body? That’s utterly ridiculous!!”

  “The press or anyone outside of this system or building doesn’t know that Jim! It’s been almost 3 weeks and she hasn’t shown up, I already have the ceremony in the works-“

  “YOU DIDN’T FIND HER BODY GOD DAMNIT! WHATS THE MAYOR GOING TO SAY?”

  “I TOLD HER Y/N’S BODY WAS BURNED IN THE CAR SHE DROVE!”

  Rolling his eyes at Mackenzie’s lies Gordon stood from his seat and asked,

  “Have the feds said anything about this? I’m sure this incident reached the ears of the FBI.”

  “It did reach them and they’re on my side Jim, unlike you that’s always deviating and working with psychopaths.”

 “You’re the psycho Bock! You first lied about Y/n having drops and cash on her when you know it wasn’t hers, making us end up in the predicament were in now!”

  Taking out a folder of files Bock said,

  “The FBI were able to pull out fingerprints, explain that-“

  “You paid them money and shit to get them to do that and lie for you to cover your ass and mistakes, those are not her fingerprints.”

  “Well to late to fight that now, her ceremony is in 3 weeks, it’s going to be a simple one too, the city isn’t paying much for it.”

  “Y/n was a well trained detective Bock, she was dedicated to her work and tasks, she caught the Joker for crying out loud! As well as putting away Stewart. A serial killer, the least you could do to make up for your wrongs is give her a proper ceremony, the city doesn’t have to take in count the reason why she’s dead and everything that the FBI knows about her death. Honor her death at least.”

  “Hmph.. I’ll think about it.. now get the hell out, I need to go.”

  “Go where?”

 “That’s none of your business but if you must know I’m going to see the officials, now leave.”

 Before Mackenzie could tell him a second time Gordon left and walked out of the building, and called Batman to tell him the news,

  “Come on pick up Chief.”

  Batman’s POV

 Batman was emptying an old shed he found in the outskirts of Gotham when he got a call, 

  ‘What happened now?’

 “Gordon.”

  “Chief, meet me at the signal.. I’m surrounded by to many people at the moment to tell you why, just meet me there.”

  “’k.”

 Hanging up his phone Batman looked through the rest of the items quickly and saw nothing useful, making him leave the area and getting in his Batmobile. He contacted RedHood through the comms letting him know that he would be gone,

  ‘Red, I’ll be at the signal. LT Gordon has something to tell me-‘

 ‘Can I come?!’

 ‘no.’

 ‘But B!-‘

 ‘Maybe another day. Continue to look around please, at 2 go home though. I don’t want you around for too long.’

  ‘Fiiiine.. let me know what happens.’

 ‘I’ll think about it.’

 ‘Bleh.’

 Batman rolled his eyes at RedHood’s childish response then let him go as he neared the signal. Checking the time Batman saw the clock had barley hit ‘1:30’, so he knew Y/b/n would be on his way home soon, which was good, he didn’t like the fact of him being alone out there with his conscious mind that still struggled with making the right choices. 

 Though he promised himself that soon they would work their way together to be a team, though he still wasn’t sure how yet, for the past 3 years he’s done this on his own, and the only time he had a partner which was Y/n when she was Shadow, things went to shit. But he knew that soon things would probably come into place, at least he hoped so.

  Gordon’s POV

 This time Gordon kept an eye out for the elevator for when Batman arrived, he didn’t want to be jump-scared again. He then heard the rumbling of the rising elevator and soon the Batman was walking through the gate towards him.

  “Chief.”

  “Gordon, what’s wrong.”

 “Mackenzie is going to have a funeral ceremony for Y/l/n-“

  “What?-“

  “That’s exactly what I said!”

 “But there’s no body to bury.”

 Shrugging his shoulders Gordon added,

 “I know that, but he bought his way to the feds to say that she was responsible for the drops and cash she had, somehow he made the system process her fingerprints onto the items.. but he refuses to let out that information to the media and all that’s stuff to not cause more problems-“

  “He makes his own problems bigger than himself and doesn’t know how to fix it?”

 “Exactly, Mackenzie’s mind is a mess right now, because they can’t find Y/n. She hasn’t come out or we haven’t seen a sign of life that gears towards her. Though I’m sure that he has a search party looking for Y/n, cause he’s scared now.”

  “Why? Because of what she’s capable of?”

  “Hmm hmm.. if there was one person on this earth that was closer than a centimeter away from putting him down forever it was Y/f/n, until Mackenzie pulled his stupid stunt killing him, but now it’s his daughter, Y/n, and Mackenzie can’t put a finger on her right now, she could be anywhere.”

  “But the system is so screwed up everywhere, Mackenzie pays them all to side him and increase the business that Y/f/n tried to take down, what makes you think she can? She’s one person against a whole system. And you don’t even know where she is.”

 Sighing will rubbing his face Gordon answered with a tone of sadness in his voice,

  “Huhhh... I don’t know. This is all a mess.. I think there’s no saving Chief, this is over. I thought I had a chance with the FBI to catch him, but they’re working with him too. We got no one, this is a lost case.”

 Looking away from Gordon to hide the pain in his eyes Batman commented,

  “We were all so close, I don’t want it to be over.”

  “Me too Chief, me too.”

[changqwi]

here’s quick blurbs  ,  under cut because long  :  

shanjie zhao  --  captain of TF-ZETA  ,  people call him a born soldier  ;  strong and dutiful ,  knows only the military for the most part . . . his team’s ride or die  ,  will sacrifice his own life for theirs

haruka yamazaki  --  former TF-ZETA  ,  private military contractor  ,  quit after loss of partner in the field  ;  despite being discharged  ,  would come back at a drop of a pin if shanjie asks him to  .  currently residing in usa where his current employers are  .

yuze lai  --  former TF-ZETA  ,  resides near the base  ,  a former delinquent that got too much to handle so was forced into the military by his parents  ;  currently working as a mechanic  ,  would come back in a heartbeat for his former teammates and shanjie

alessandra smythson  --  former us navy  ,  voluntarily joined TF-ZETA  ,  isn’t a troublesome character  ,  gets along with people just fine  ,  wanted a change of scenery  .  a skilled combatant in the field  ,  a force to be reckoned with  .

mariana ortega  --  foul-mouthed  ,  fiery  ,  brash . . . all the qualities unbefitting of a sniper  ,  but it didn’t stop her from being a damn good one  .  clashing with many  ,  she no longer fit in with her team and was transferred over to TF-ZETA because it would have been a waste of her skills to discharge her  .

eileen oliviera  --  field doctor  ,  joined because it was an open position  ;  has a constant headache over how much these idiots gets hurt and never heeds her words  .  a strong woman who’s not afraid to fight for her patients and fight her patients . . .

sofiya ivanof  --  former SOF  ,  transferred to TF-ZETA as a surveillance effort . . . she’s just meant to keep an eye on what is happening and report it back home to see if TF-ZETA and it’s affiliates are a threat to russia  .

seojun kang  --  former roksf  ( aka black beret  )  ,  just like his codename  ,  he was basically a hard to handle soldier that would disobey given orders . . . being a talented soldier  ,  not wanting to discharge him because he could be useful  ,  he was pawned off to TF-ZETA

eleanor jones  --  sas member  ,  was intimately a part of the member selection for the tea party  .  the codenames were not her doing  ,  she just selected people she felt suited her vision of the team  .  disapproves of tf-zeta  ,  not because of the team but because of the child that leads it . . . he’s too young to be where he is . . . 

holden davies  --  sas member  ,  eleanor’s right hand  ,  often called DEN by many  ;  a stern  ,  cigarette-loving man . . . knows his way around gun and knife  ,  has been in the sas much longer than eleanor but doesn’t see himself fit to lead  .  had been offered leadership to the tea party but declined  .

sara garcia  --  goe xix  (  spanish spec ops  )  ,  a trained eye  ,  she’s the sniper of the team  ;  she looks young but she has a steady hand  ,  a steady heart and an even steadier shot . . . not to be trifled with when it comes to firearms  ,  she’s not just good with a rifle  .  knows her guns very well  .

paola vescio  --  italian special forces  ,  was on the verge of retirement when she was invited to the tea party by holden and eleanor  .  deciding to put off her retirement  ,  she joins the team as their explosives expert  ,  she sure enjoys her booms . . . a smoking and drinking buddy for holden  .

damian taylor  --  us seal  ,  sent on behalf of the states  ;  sees joining the tea party as training  ,  bright and fresh-eyed  ,  a rookie amongst the big leaguers  .  kinda out of place  ,  but he does his best to keep up  .

maverick williams  --  former junior of eileen  ,  has briefly worked with the woman  ;  joined the team because there was nowhere else to go . . . the hospital is too confining and he was never great with desk jobs  .

desiree laurent  --  former french dgse  (  the french counterpart to the mi6 and cia  )  ,  joined the tea party at holden’s invite  ,  finds it more exciting than the group back home  ;  is the team’s information gatherer  ,  she’s the person who has all the contacts and know-all . . . she’s the person they turn to when it comes to planning  ,  finding things  ,  etc  .

[extremelyblackandwhite]

cardigan

pairing: mob!bucky barnes x reader

warnings: violence

a/n: this is a limited three part series based on three of my favourite songs from taylor swift’s 2020 life saving albums; cardigan, willow and invisible string. this one is cardigan, hope you enjoy xx

WILLOW

She clutched onto her worn out brown leather bag as she stepped inside the her father’s precinct. There wasn’t much that looked different from when she was a little girl, the tables still stood on the same messy layout which made no sense, the officers still didn’t look up whenever someone came in and the whole room smelled like stale coffee and burnt bread. The only difference was that the once endless room now felt small, nauseating, confining, a place where she didn’t want to be. 

      - Y/N. - her father’s voice rang through the small room, making her look up to where he was standing. Captain William, or dad if she was lucky enough to call him as such, was an intimidating presence even after all these years yet after her mother’s death it was him who was left of her family. - Come in. 

Her shoes felt heavy as she stepped inside his office, two more officers standing inside as she walked with her father. He closed the door, nodding his head which was a tell tale for everyone to sit down. She sat at the end of the dark green couch, away from the other two officers who were looking her up and down as if she were a prey.

       - I told you she would be perfect. Inconspicuous, he wouldn’t even think she’s undercover.

       - She’s not the type of woman Barnes go for.

       - She doesn’t need to be the type of woman he goes for, she needs to be the one who works in his bar and listens to their plans. 

Her father had told her about James Barnes. They had been trying to get him in for minor offences yet nothing seemed to pan out. The force knew they could never apprehend him for the crimes he knew he had committed but if they could get him in for something small: weapon charge, drug charge, something. For that to happen they needed someone to be in their circle and unluckily for them, Barnes and his men knew everyone who worked in the force but they didn’t know her. In return for her working in his bar, the force would pay her tuition fees as well as any books she needed. 

“It won’t be hard” was what her father had told her but as they dropped her at the bar she couldn’t help but freeze at the door. They were expecting her, she had gotten the job yet she couldn’t find herself walking inside. In any other situation she would’ve rushed past it, it wasn’t the place she would like to be in. Her hand grasped the bar of the door, pushing it open. The nightclub looked vastly desert with squeaky clean floors and bright lighting which showed the dark aesthetic of every single owned Barnes club in town. She didn’t know the man but she knew his style, dark, sleek, leather, sensual even, enough to make people feel sexual whenever they walked into his club. Yet, in broad daylight it was merely an abandoned establishment with one a table with a few hangover men still nursing a bottle of beer each, waiting for 7 PM for the club to come back to life. 

She stood out like a sore thumb, dressed in brown tones. A loose gingham black dress over a brown turtle neck covered and low black Mary Janes. Her eyes roamed the room, looking for someone to speak to but someone found her first. A tall man, probably pushing fifty, toothpick hanging from his lips and dirty rag on his left hand. She felt short, cowering under the gaze of the man.

     - You're the new girl, or what? - he questioned, thick Brooklyn accent yet Y/N didn’t dare reply, instead nodding at him. - Do you have a name?

     - Y/N.

     - Y/N, that’s nice. I’m Bobby, I’m the bar supervisor. You wanna talk to anyone? You talk only to me and you’ll do well.

She nodded her head quickly, almost like a bobble head figure, following him behind to bar. Now Y/N knew about bars or at least what they did in them, she just wasn’t expecting to see the huge amount of spirits, wines, and beers behind her. She was almost sure if someone robbed the club, they’d be better off with the booze than the money in the cash register.  The man, Bobby, ran through the basics, showing here with the cleaning products were, where some more complicated cocktail mixtures were written, how the washing machine worked and how crucial it was to constantly collect glasses from the bar and put them in there. She held a small reporter notepad, pen scribbling down messy wiggles which she wouldn’t be able to understand later on but it was still worth it. She could memorise it, she was a university student after all hence her memory for cocktails shouldn’t be hard. Everything was so polished, meticulously placed, almost too organised for a bar; the bottles placed onto glass shelves which light from under, placed almost the same measure apart in a sea of expensive beverages. 

     - Don’t serve any drinks to people who haven’t presented a payment form. If the boss comes in, serve him whiskey on the rocks. Glenlivet, no other brands. 

     - I’ve never seen the boss.

     - You’ll know. 

She was left there watching as more staff came in, the sun going down at the same time. “Just breathe, Y/N” she remembered her father’s words, she could do it, she could do it. How hard could it possible be to be a bartender? Just breathe, Y/N. She can do it, she can help his father, she can do this and then no longer have to worry about how many hours she would have to do at that little mean shop which had taken more of her than she gave them. She could be a regular university student, she just needed to breathe.

The purple, blue lights started to light the sunlight coloured bar as people started to queue up outside for a chance to get inside one of the most famous bars in town. She could faintly remember hearing her friends talking about how exclusive it was but as she looked out the window and at the queue she could finally understand it. As the doors opened and people started flocking in, suddenly she was serving drinks left and write, vodka and other shoots drenching her dress and apron as she messily tried to serve everyone at the bar screaming at her to hurry up. She kept running around like a crazy person, dragging bottles and bottles and pouring drinks which kept overfilling and dropping onto the floor. People kept yelling at her “hey sugar, how long does it take you to bring me some vodka?” but one man who was sitting still, gaze glued onto her while a cigarette hanged from the middle of his lips. She cowered under his gaze returning to hand a tray of jello shots to some girls. 

She continued to work until the last person was out of the bar but the man remained calmly leaned against the bar, the flame of his cigarette dying down. She tried to avoid him, pretending to clean the spot over and over again but the man merely scoffed, rubbing the butt of the cigarette against the ash tray.

      - You’re terrible. - he spoke out, voice raspy. - Who hired you?

      - That’s nothing to do with you. - Y/N turned around to place back the bottles onto the shelves.

      - Are you the owner?

      - No. - she placed the bottles on the shelf, hands shaking. 

      - Then it is something to do with me. - the air seemed to be punched out of her lungs, as her grip tightened around the neck of the bottle she was holding. She refused to turn around and look at him, understanding what it implied. Instead she just looked at herself in the glass wall. Just breathe, Y/N. - Can I get a ...

      - Glenlivet. - she rose herself on her tippy toes, interrupting him mid sentence. Grabbing from ice from under the bar, she added it to the glass, topping it with the expensive whiskey before placing it under a black square napkin. She continued to wipe down the counter until Bobby came back from the storage unit with more alcohol. 

     - You can go now, Y/N. I’ll see you at 7. - Bobby dismissed her and almost like thunder, she bolted off, not even stopping and allowing him to question why their boss was sitting at the bar.

Clutching her bag against her chest she started walking up to campus. She had done it, or at least managed to do something yet get no information her father wanted. That is unless her father wanted to know James Barnes’ drink of choice which she was pretty sure he didn’t want to know. Reaching her flat, she turned the key around, opening the door to see her friend Wanda waiting in the couch. 

    - You’re alive. - she mocked, turning the TV on. - Once again, tell me why you said yes to working in a mob bar ...

    - It’s not a mob bar, Wanda.

    - It is a bar owned by a mob boss who has been blamed on several murders. It is a mob bar. 

    - I’m just a bartender, nothing is gonna happen.

    - Can you tell me again why you’re doing this? Your father is the reason why you were raised by John Hughes’ movies. 

    - Okay, Wanda, you made your point. - Y/N took her jacket off, hanging it onto one of the hooks in the door.

    - I’m buying you pepper spray.

    - Pepper spray is illegal, Wan. 

    - So is the bar you’re working.

    - Okay. I’ll be careful, don’t worry. I’ll go to sleep now.

Wanda continued to ramble about her working where she was but there was really nothing she could do other than continue. All she had to do was breathe and listen and the department would pay for her tuition for the rest of her degree. Small price to pay for a much bigger price. 

As another day started, the routine started once again with her awaking up and running into class with Wanda complained about her brother followed by spending the rest of her free time until her shift began. Walking back to the bar she was telling herself once more that she would be just fine and that Wanda slipping a knife inside her bag was only her overreacting. Stepping inside the same building, Bobby was setting some shoot glasses on the counter.

    - Y/N. - he acknowledged her. - Glad to see you’re still here.

    - Wouldn’t be anywhere else. - she placed her bag and jacket under the bar and tied her apron around her waist. - Busy day?

    - Fridays are the busiest. All the university kids. Let me know if you need a hand.

    - I’m sure I’ll be okay.

Once again, wrong. She was not okay and as everyone found themselves flocking to the bar she was already running around like a crazy person, holding two bottles on each hand as people. The lights were blinding, shining on her as she served and slide more drinks onto the bar counter and to the waitresses who’d give her snide remarks whenever she took too long. Her hands were numb from the ice already yet her face was warm from moving side to side. At least, Mr. Barnes wasn’t around and that was already something she could be thankful for. She knew she had to eventually speak to him if she wanted to ever hear anything or maybe she wouldn’t have; she was good at being invisible, maybe she could just overhear something without having to ever speak with him.

   - Hey, sugar, where’s my drink? - a sluggish voice came from the bar and Y/N ignored it. Bobby told her, if anyone sounds or looks drunk to cut them off that “Mr. Barnes doesn’t need drunk people being roudy in his bar”. She continued to serve the group of girls celebrating passing an exam until the man moved over to them. - Hey, I asked where is my drink?

   - Sorry, you’re cut off. - she shrugged, grabbing some glass onto a plastic bucket so Bobby could put them in the washing machine.

   - What the fuck? C’mon give me my drink.

   - No. - Y/N just ignored it, turning around to put the bottles back onto the shelves.

   - Well then be useful and show me your tits. - the man scoffed as if it was the best joke in the world. Y/N turned around, speechless at what he had said before grabbing an half empty drink from the bar and throwing it at him which surprised the man just as much. - You bitch!

   - What’s the problem here? - fuck. Of course he had to show up. Mr. Barnes made his way towards them, holding that same powerful yet frightening stance as the strobing lights painted his face. His eyes were on her, waiting for her to say something but Y/N was mostly frozen. That was it, she was about to get shot, or worse, lose a finger or a leg or an arm. Oh god, how could she take exams without an arm? 

   - Your bartender isn’t serving me. - he pointed at her as if he were a 5 year old. 

   - Really? - Barnes stood slightly behind him and all she could see in a glimpse second was his metal arm, reflecting the strobing lights, come up to the nape of the man’s neck before he slammed his face against the glass topping of the bar counter. Y/N was startled by this, jumping back against the wall of drinks. - Get the fuck out of my bar. 

The man ran off, bloody nose, like a scared wounded animal leaving Y/N only to stare at him. Her mind rushed miles an hour, wondering if he had done that to someone what he would do to her. She should’ve taken the pepper spray from Wanda. 

   - Get back to work. - he left her with that, turning around and getting lost in the sea of people dancing. 

   - Hey ... - Bobby touched her arm, waking her from her own mind. She looked at her hands; good she still had both hands. - Go take a break, wash the glasses, I’ll do the bartending for a while.

   - I’m fine, Bobby.

   - I know. I just want you to go do something else. - Y/N nodded, not wanting to disobey anyone yet she couldn’t help but be glad she would be in the back where the big washing machine was for most of the pint glasses and other oddly shaped cups. After all, Mr. Barnes wouldn’t be hanging in the kitchen.

She pushed her hair away from her face and put on the big pink gloves and started to wash the glasses and plates from some small appetisers they sold until closing time started to near. Once the bar was cut off, she joined Bobby to clean the always messy bar and make it look as precise as it looked every single day. Another day survived, no limbs lost. 

   - That was a good one, Y/N. See you tomorrow. - Bobby bid her farewell as he exited through the door. Y/N stayed behind, moping the floor behind the mar which was mostly a pool of mixed drinks that she always somehow managed to overfill and drop onto the floor on her way to serve them. As she continued to mop, the person who she didn’t want to see sat at the bar and without much thinking, she served him his drink of choice. 

   - I ... hm ... I have to go, I have to walk home and my flatmate is waiting for me.

   - You’re walking home with your flatmate?

   - No, she’s waiting for me at the flat. - Y/N grabbed her cardigan, putting it on which immediately brought her a nostalgic warmth. 

   - I’ll drive you. 

   - Oh .. no, Mr. Barnes. It is not necessary, I’ve walked home before, I know the way. 

   - And I know the type of men who walk around my bar. - he downed the whiskey as if it were water. - Come on. 

Oh god, I’m going to sleep with the fishes. He’s gonna kill me in his car. Y/N thought to herself as she followed him to the back of the bar where he had parked his car. Of course it was a good car, a new model black Audi with sleek matte black leathered seats which looked more expensive than everything together at the bar. She wondered how much money he made. Her father hadn’t told her much about him and all she knew was merely gossip. He opened the door for her which she took as a sign to get inside the car. Once in, she noticed how awfully warm it was, he probably had the heating on so she took off her cardigan, shoving it in front of her feet as he entered the car. 

   - Where am I dropping you?

   - The student campus, south building

   - You’re a student? - he asked as the motor roared, signalling the start of the car. - Why you working here then?

   - It pays well. My mother paid for my first years but I still have my third one and a possible masters. 

   - Why not ask mum for the rest of the money then?

   - Well she’s dead. - she said, not taking the eyes off the road. - Her inheritance lasted as long as it could but tuition is expensive.

   - I’m sorry. - he tried to sneak a look at her but gave up, instead keeping his eyes on the road. - You’re a terrible bartender.

   - You’ve said that one time already, I’ve heard it. If I’m so terrible why don’t you fire me?

   - Bobby likes you. Says you’re a quick learner. Yet again, he likes every single wide eyed Disney Princess girl who works behind the bar. I give you a month or two before you quit or get knocked up.

   - I’m not gonna quit and I’m not gonna get knocked up either. 

   - Got a boyfriend?

   - No.

   - Husband? Friends with benefits?

   - I don’t have the time so if you want to get rid of me you’ll have to fire me.

   - I don’t fire people. - she saw her building come closer and closer from the car window. - Is it that one?

   - Yes. - she grabbed her bag, eager to leave the car before anything could happen. 

   - Hey, you got a black dress? - he asked as she exited the car and she nodded yes. - Good, bring it to work tomorrow. 

She mumbled an okay as the car drove away. God, she was alive. Good.  All she wanted now was to return to her home and in a few minutes she was back in her living room where Wanda and her twin brother Pietro were waiting for her. Of course waiting meant watching Shark Tank and discussing how bad all the inventions were. 

   - How was work in hell? - Wanda didn’t even look at her, eyes glued to the TV while she stuffed popcorn in her mouth.

   - I didn’t need to use the knife you snuck into my bag, thank you.

   - You snuck a knife onto her back? - Pietro looked dumbfound at his sister who immediately snapped back with a response. 

   - She’s working for James Barnes, she needs to carry a knife block and she’s lucky I only put a steak knife. - Wanda turned around in the couch. - Hey where’s your cardigan? I swear you left with it. 

   - Shit. - Y/N looked around. - Fuck, I’ve left it in his car.

   - Whose car? 

   - Mr. Barnes’. He gave me a ride and I took my cardigan off because the car was so warm. Fuck. I’ll never see it again.

   - Why were you in his car, are you crazy? - now Wanda was interested. Clearly her best friend’s lack of judgment was more interesting than the poor soul trying to pitch a tuna can opener shaped like a tuna to a bunch of executives.

   - He gave me a ride ... oh and do you have a black dress?

   - I do. - Pietro said gaining an odd look from the two girls. - What? Girls love me and I love them. Stuff get’s left behind. What can I say?

   - You’re disgusting. - Wanda rolled her eyes. 

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