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OCs DESERVE BETTER -> Tegan "TJ" Jackeline Tyler (Doctor Who)
FC: Kathryn Newton
"Honestly, I don't know what I am. Half Time Lord, yeah, but am I more half human or half Bad Wolf? What even is Bad Wolf, really?"
In a universe where the TARDIS energy wasn't burning Rose up from inside and the Doctor doesn't regenerate from absorbing the energy to save her life, Rose Tyler and the Doctor get a longer time together. The result is a baby girl named after one of the Doctor's previous companions and a nod to both Jack Harkness and Rose's mum - Tegan Jackeline Tyler, or TJ. Life in the TARDIS on different adventures is all TJ has known - until cracks begin appearing in the multiverse and she accidentally falls through one. Now she finds herself navigating a universe vastly different from her own, with a Doctor very much not her other parent, trying to help fix the multiverse while finding her way back to her own.
psd: oblivion-crackships
tagging: @endless-oc-creations@stanshollaand, @foxesandmagic , @hiddenqveendom , @arrthurpendragon , @cas-verse, @eddiemunscns , @far-shores, @oneirataxia-girl, if anyone wants to be added/removed or I accidentally forgot, please let me know!
#ocappreciationtag#allaboutocs#doctor who oc#toalltheocsivelovedbefore#oc community#ocs deserve better#*mine#mine#oc: tj tyler
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Who I Will Write For and What I Will Write For
Will: Smut, fluff, angst, death, I will do Dom/sub dynamics, choking, masterbation, overestimulation, hard doms, soft doms.
Wont: Piss kink, shit kink, creampie, not too rough of sex (but I will do rough sex), and I will not write for use of toys.
Fandoms:
FREE REIN
Pin Hawthorne
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SHADOW AND BONE
Kaz Brekker
Jesper Fahey
Alina Starkov
General Kirigan
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MANIFEST
Ben Stone
Olive Stone
Cal Stone
Zeke Landon
Jared Vasquez
TJ Morrison
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DEADLY CLASS
Marcus Lopez
Saya Kuroki
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HARRY POTTER
Harry Potter
Draco Malfoy
Tom Riddle
Lorenzo Berkshire
Matteo Riddle
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MARAUDERS ERA
Young!James Potter
Young!Regulus Black
Young!Peter Pettigrew
Young!Remus Lupin
Young!Sirius Black
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NARNIA
Edmund Pevensie
Peter Pevensie
Prince Caspian
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BUNK'D
Griff Jones
Xander McCormick
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HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON
Hiccup Haddock
Astrid Hofferson
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ZOMBIES 2
Wyatt Lykensen
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SECRETS OF SULPHUR SPRINGS
Griffin Campbell
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DRAGONS: THE NINE REALMS
Tom Kullerson
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WEDNESDAY
Wednesday Addams
Tyler Galpin
Xavier Thorpe
Ajax
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DC
Barry Allen
Caitlin Snow
Alex Danvers
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MARVEL
Loki Laugherson
Tony Stark
Peter Parker (Tom Holland and Andrew Garfield)
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OUAT
Peter Pan
Felix
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MIRACULOUS
Chat Noir
Adrien Agreste
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HEARTLAND
Ty Borden
Dylan Westfield
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ENOLA HOLMES
Sherlock Holmes
Tewksbury
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ANNE WITH AN E
Gilbert Blythe
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RISE OF THE GUARDIANS
Jack Frost
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I do requests. I will do X Reader and X OC.
Message me through my profile if you have a request. I do not really check comments, so it's easier for me to get requests through a message then a comment
I will write for characters from Kings Choice which is a game on the Google play store. I dont know why but im in love with some of the characters, like, the way their animated is hot. Here's who I'll write for from the game:
Lance
Beth/Ian
Ryan
Esmerelda
Eva
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I will do smut, fluff, and angst for the Kings Choice game. I take requests for them too
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I’m gonna use a random number generator and draw whoever I get. These aren’t even all my OCs, but they are all the ones I:
Can draw from memory
Are named* (Beloved Pokemon™️ are an exception)
And have even a modicum of characterization fleshed out
So while that may exclude some fan characters, random designs, and alas, even more Beloved Pokemon™️, this is an accurate reflection of ~25 years of my ADHD maladaptive daydreaming creating stories.
Aulani
Angelo
Alika
Romeo
Savannah
Dimitri
Ildri
Iggy
Bronte
Vajra
Eva
Haim
Ha-Neul
Nasim
Hongshui
Haixiao
Ala
Nergal
Rochelle
Sam (royal)
Taylor
Michael (royal)
Sara
Kitten
Jason
Feo
Mina
Kana
Jericho
Lin
Terra
Elsie
Lulu
Karin
Lil’ Raven
Trill
N00b
Nyx
Kat
John
Carrot
Candy
Remon
Raimu
Frambuesa
Podo
Granada
Cordial
Liliko’i
Mochi
Mure
Howaito
Honey
Absinthe
Lolly
Ruby (royal)
Tenners (royal)
Gargitt
Jigo
Osa
Mikamika
Shara
Queeny
Suzy
Kit
Goz
Naz
Ner
Sul
River
Daichi
Mokuzai
Youkou
Kane
Isabelle
Ira
Grace
Bunny
Carter (royal)
Tenchi
Kame
Unmei
Momo
Ame
Yuki
Suu
Fuu
Jimmy (royal)
Silvia (royal)
Aden
Olga
Richie
Edward (royal)
Alan
Maggie
William
Danny
Sonny (/Elaine) (royal)
Stormy (/Emily) (royal)
Wendy (/Eleanor) (royal)
Znowy (/Elise) (royal)
Cleo
Claude
Eliza (royal)
Jacob (royal)
Derek
Deana
Jed
Molly
Lawrence
Red
Blue
Helen
Jude
Cain
Takako
Jackson
Louis
Audrey
Ruth
Dick (royal)
Anastasia (royal)
Elizabeth
Lizzy (royal)
Mindy (royal)
David (royal)
Stephen (royal)
Marco
Paula
Cupid
Julian
Gracia Harding
Christopher
Solas
Ganta
Karen
Tyler
TJ
Marisol
Hanabi
Greema
Ceres
Gwen
Merle
Cali
Cam
Lance
Robin (royal)
Lynn
Arty
April
Pumpkin
Sugarplum
Sweetpea
Honeybun
Cupcake
Chamomile
Jellybean
Gumdrop
Bonbon
Typhlosion
Ampharos
Togekiss
Dewgong
Delphox
Azumarill
Dragalge
Pangoro
Talonflame
Florges
Zeke/Coqenade & Bragg
Bin Young-Ho/Abysstros & Gullp
Jean Luc/Slumberjack & Snuuz
Sabira/Swan Song & Fuum
Genevieve/Mockingjay & Jellee
Aoife/Rosebec & Pekk
Therese/Corvitous & Shynii
Kelley Kirk
Static Scratch
Amelia the Smol
Rin & Chuumon
#‘but apple you’re 33 not 25!’ yeah yeah but I didn’t make my own character until about 5th grade#up until then I just used existing characters like dolls.#apple talks#this is actually an old list I’ve had in google docs for ages but I finally started using it as intended
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Hii 🥰
Has your MC / OC or Li ever been sent to the principals office? And if yes why?
If not themselves have their kids ever been sent to the principals office? If so why?
Hi!!
Thank you for this!
In the main series, Esme (and Tyler) have seven children. Their oldest boy TJ has something called Intermittent Explosive Disorder, and does get sent to the principal a lot. But he's also bent sent for fighting. He will fights the bullies picking on other kids, especially if they're picking on kids with special needs.
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Finally They Have A FC!
Yes, I had some (read: too much) ocs without fc that were already on my masterlist... but now they have one! (Everyone thanks my brainstorming for my new ocs)
Good Omens
Althea Price - witch; Eltanin’s girlfriend; immortal being (kind of? it’s complicated)
Her faceclaim is Diana Silvers!
Shadowhunters
Nico Lightwood - Shadowhunter; descendant of Violet & Samuel’s kids; Vienna’s younger brother; lives in Rome Istitute; main character in TWP (Yes, I know that series is not out yet)
His faceclaim is Finn Wolfhard!
Alice Knight - witch/warlock; adoptive “mother” of Lydia Knight; Alice and Magnus are like the fixed points of all the series lmao; angst queen
Her facelaim is Lily James!
Lydia Knight - witch/warlock; Elys’ childhood friend; Brian’s girlfriend
Her faceclaim is Vanessa Morgan!
Brian White - werewolf; Elys’ childhood friend; Lydia’s boyfriend
His faceclaim is Mark Mckenna!
Jackson Milligan - Mundane; Elys’ adoptive father
His faceclaim is Tyler Hoechlin!
Samuel Milligan - Ascent Shadowhunter; Mundane raised in a Shadowhunter family; Alistair Carstairs’ parabatai; madly in love with Violet Lightwood
His faceclaim is Josh Whitehouse!
Vienna Lightwood - Shadowhunter; Nico’s older sister; been to the Academy the same year with Simon Lewis
Her faceclaim is Shelley Henning!
Cassandra Blackthorn - Shadowhunter; Ty and Livvy’s twin sister (they’re a triplet); main character in both TDA and TWP
Her faceclaim in TWP is now Emilia Jones! (Her fc in TDA is Malina Weissman)
Downton Abbey
Lady Elisabeth Crawley - second daughter in the Crawley family; takes shit from no one; her and Sybil could run the world if they wanted to
Her faceclaim is Keira Knightley!
Madeline Barrow - Thomas Barrow’s niece; the most rebel girl in town; a menace to society
Her faceclaim is Millie Bobby Brown!
MCU/Marvel
Victoria Vill (2) - Spider-Girl; Vicky from Raimi!Verse
Her faceclaim is Emmy Rossum!
Victoria Vill (3) - Aranea; Vicky from TASM!Verse
Her faceclaim is Willa Holland!
Ate Erisdottir “Aimee” - goddess; daughter of Eris; Loki ship (they’re literally soulmates okay? 🥺)
Her faceclaim is Emilia Clarke!
XCU (X-Men)
Leia Forbes - Mutant; half-aware of the fourth wall; Wade ship
Her faceclaim are Zoe Kravitz & Margot Robbie! (Trust me, it has sense, okay?)
Ness Fitzgerald - Hellfire; Ness from the original timeline
Her faceclaim is Angelina Jolie!
Ness Fitzgerald - Hellfire; Arcane; Ness from the New Timeline (but not First Class)
Her faceclaim is Nina Dobrev!
RiordanVerse
Catarine “Cata” Johnson - Redacted; parents Redacted; Apollo/Lester’s friend (her story is setted during TOA); powerful lesbian
Her faceclaim is Rachel Zegler!
Evelyn Chase - Magnus’ adoptive sister; daughter of Loki; TJ ship
Her faceclaim is Kiernan Shipka!
Teen Wolf
Redacted “Addie” Lewis - werecat; Stiles ship
Her faceclaim is Anya Taylor-Joy!
Stranger Things
Autumn Hopper - 013; Anya Richards; Hawkins Lab experiment; Miles Henderson’s sister figure; Steve ship
Her faceclaim is Jenny Boyd!
Under this you have my Harry Potter ocs! You’ve been warned!
Harry Potter
Nath Andrews - wizard; part of the S.Q.U.A.D.; Ravenclaw;
His faceclaim is Jordan Fisher!
Theo Denton - wizard; part of the S.Q.U.A.D.; Gryffindor
His faceclaim is Evan Mock!
Callisto Black - witch; daughter of Rosalinf and Sirius; sister of Jan us and Justine Black; Hufflepuff
Her faceclaim is Danielle Campbell!
Janus Black - wizard; son of Rosalind and Sirius; brother of Callisto and Justine Black; Gryffindor; Luna Lovegood ship
His faceclaim is Joe Keery!
Justine Black - witch; daughter of Rosalind and Sirius; sister of Callisto and Janus Black; Slytherin
Her faceclaim is Alba Baptista!
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VERY IMPORTANT QUESTION!!!
should I name my oc tyler james (tj) or patrick james (pj)?
#j speaks 💯#guys this is a life or death situation here please help me out#i like tyler james as a full name more but i like pj as a nickname more yk
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How about 🤡, ✨, 🎶, and 💖 for the writer asks?
Thanks for the questions @tj-dragonblade!!
🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?
OK, I am going to give two, one recent, one older:
Hob also learned that Dream’s form in the Waking, human though it may appear and human though it might respond to Hob’s touch, was not human at all in its hunger for pleasure. He had seen hints before, in the months since Dream had revealed his true nature to Hob, that the vastness of his being was not always well-contained in human form. This was no different, Dream bleeding away from his humanness the further entangled they became.
The short of it was that, in the shockingly brief time it took his dick to rally an interest in the proceedings again, Hob had been so filled with semen you could have mistaken him for a navy ship.
-- from Chapter 3 of high enough (you got me good)
(Context for the next one is that it is an OC of mine, Mett, who is nonbinary and uses primarily he/him pronouns in the Star Trek: Discovery and Star Trek: Strange New Worlds universes. This is part of how he and Ash Tyler shack up. They end up in a committed triad with Chris Pike in a 48k+ fic I haven't finished yet. Whee!)
They collapsed on the couch, Ash’s full weight on Mett, who wriggled in delight, a wholly dopey smile on both their faces. Ash sighed, his nose buried in the back of Mett’s neck. “I think that went well.”
Mett giggled and then whimpered as Ash shifted out of him the last bit. He reached back to pat Ash on the hip. “Baby, if you think I am even halfway done with you after that performance…” Mett rolled his hips back and Ash gasped. “I’ve got some of my own tricks. Which I will gladly show you. Once I gather a few more brain cells back together.”
Ash laughed and rubbed his still-hard cock along the crack of Mett’s ass. “I am ready when you are.”
“Jesus. You…” Mett rolled his hips again to confirm. “Fuck, you’re still hard.”
“You’re welcome.”
Mett snorted. After a beat, “Sorry about your shirt.”
“No you’re not.” Ash’s voice was amused and light. “I’m certainly not.”
“Good.” Mett rolled his shoulders back and started to push up. “Gotta pee. Shove off or you’re gonna get wet.”
Ash stood and stretched, hands brushing the ceiling of the room. “Eh, not my kink.”
He felt a hand patting his hip. “We are gonna get along just fine.”
“Because we weren’t already?” Ash quipped...
-- from Chapter 2 of Sagitta
(this last one from Sagitta isn't that funny, but it tickles me pink, so there.)
✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉
JFC, I am ABSOLUTELY HORRIBLE AT THIS. <Stitch eye-pulling GIF>
OK, I am really really fucking happy with how a wrote first-person POV for Hob in i had a dream (i got everything i wanted). That is the first time I have ever felt really PROUD of my own fiction writing.
🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?
Usually not, although I have a few songs that specifically have inspired (very vaguely) fics. The one I am working on right now has its home in Veruca Salt's Seether, one of my favorite songs of all time.
💖 What made you start writing?
*shakes cane* Back in my day...
No, really, somewhere in the depths of some external hard drive are the fics that I wrote 100% for myself in middle and high school. Never published, ever ever, and will never see the light of day. These were places I explored my identity as bisexual and how I preferred power dynamics in relationships.
I have put fic up on AO3 when I have been truly inspired by some source. Episode 6 of The Sandman absolutely hit that button HARD for me. And then I got into the fandom, my first venture back into fandom since the early MCU, and YOU PEOPLE ARE SO FUCKING SUPPORTIVE AND AMAZING AND IT IS WONDERFUL. There was a HUGE response to my first less than 400 word Dreamling ficlet on AO3 and the Sandfam support just pushed me from there.
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I just had a thought, about Albert and Race fighting, because they’re best friends fight sometimes yknow. Do you think you could maybe write something about that, please?
Ya know... I didn’t mean for this to happen, but here ya go, hon! Full fledged oneshot!
Here it is! Accidentally Hurt By a Friend! Because it fit. Little warning though... it is a Christmas fic ;)
“That Christmas Feeling”
Tile: Accidentally Hurt By a Friend
Fandom: Newsies
Word count: 8k
Characters: Racetrack Higgins, Albert DaSilva, Jack Kelly, Crutchie Morris, Bryan Denton, Killian DaSilva (OC), Dimitri DaSilva(OC), Jeanne DaSilva (OC), Spot Conlon (mentioned), Smalls, Paula (OC)
Summary: It’s snowing outside. Lights are hanging from every house and parents are rushing around to gather their last minute gifts. But Race is just cold. It doesn’t feel like Christmas. Not yet.
"Race, c'mon... just get in the car."
"No! I didn't ask for your opinion! You ain't my mother!"
"No, I ain't! But at least, unlike her, I'm here!"
"Oh, that's real nice, Al. Why don't you continue to rub in the fact that you still have a family, n' I don't."
It was cold. So cold. But neither of them noticed. They were too busy yelling at each other, being blinded by anger that had come upon them both so quickly. Race meet meant to start a fight. He didn't know what he'd meant to do. He just knew he hated fighting.
The redhead let out a breathy, bitter laugh. "You have Jack and Crutchie. Just cause you can't see 'em everyday, don't mean you don't got them!" Albert shot back. He was shivering. But he didn't move.
It was snowing. They were both bundled up. But it was still cold.
Wind blew by all around them. Race was mere feet from the passenger side door of Albert's old car. Albert could drive, Race couldn't. It was something they'd come accustom to. Race had spent so much time in that car. Laughing, crying, panicking. That car is where him and his best friend bonded and talked to each other about everything.
But Race did not want to get in that car right now. "Yeah, because I'm sure you know what it's like ta have one a' your brothers in jail n' the other in across the fuckin' country!"
Shaking his head, Albert took a step closer to his best friend. "Look I don't get to see my brothers everyday either!" he shot back. "Thats not even the point! The point is, Spot Conlon is bad news! What would Jack think?"
"Jack ain't here!" Race screamed, stepping forward to shove the other boy against the side of his car. He regretted the action immediately, stopping for a moment and freezing at his own outburst. He took a step back as the tears came to his eyes.
The one person he found in three years who took the time to understand him, to laugh with him and make him feel like less of a charity case had always been described as off-limits. As dangerous.
Yes, maybe he'd slept with the bad boy from Brooklyn. Maybe it would be a mistake. But it didn't feel like one. At least not yet. And Race guessed he had just wanted his best friend to be happy for him instead of treating him like a piece of glass that would break at any minute.
"Jack ain't here... n' you damn well know it. So stop tellin' me ta think about what my brother would say, alright?!" He didn't know how to stop now. He was just angry. He was just hurt. He was just alone and scared and sick of Albert treating him like some fragile package that couldn't go out into the world alone. "Spot isn't what they say. He was really sweet n' gentle n' unlike you, he makes me feel like I'm my own goddamn person!"
"Ya know what, Race? Screw you, okay?" Albert shot back, shaking his head again and stepping away from the passenger side door. "For the past three years it's been a real shit show f'r you, n' I get that. But ya know one a' these days ya gotta stop throwin' yerself a pity party because you don't like it when someone tells ya your bein' stupid!"
"You don't know a Goddamn thing, Albert!" Race cried, wishing that he could somehow just make everyone understand. Wishing that everyone knew what it was like to hurt this bad all the time. No one understood. "I don't even know why I try ta talk ta you anymore when apparently every move I make is just me actin' out because my life sucks!" He was so sick of being the fragile package. He was tired of being the one that needed protection. He was so tired of everyone shielding him from the world. He was so tired of Albert trying to control him. "At least, unlike you, I have the guts ta still live my life instead a' tryin' ta take over someone else's!"
Shoving Race back finally, Albert breathed in through his teeth. "I am just tryin' ta help you, ya dumbass! Yes! I followed you ta Brooklyn! I was scared for you, okay? Hate ta break it to ya, TJ, but you are fragile! You're life fell apart and it's okay ta be fragile!" Albert argued, his voice high pitched and irritated. People were turning to watch their argument. But Albert didn't care. "You need ta take a step back n' think about-"
"If you tell me one more time ta think about what my father would think, you shut your mouth right now," the blond boy warned darkly, glaring at his friend. Albert scowled, but didn't speak. "You lost your mother before you could remember her. You have no idea what it feels like ta lose anybody right in front a' you... so back off. Stop tryin' ta live my life, stop tryin' ta be my motha' n' stop with the goddamn fake sympathy. I don't need you!"
"I don't need you either!" Albert countered immediately, as if he was daring Race to argue with him. "Ya know what, find your own way home," he muttered. The redhead shook his head and walked around to the driver side door, pulling it open and climbing in, before slamming the thing shut again. And then he drove off, leaving Race standing there in the cold, stranded at a small coffee shop where they both happened to work after school and on the weekends.
He could just go back inside, call an Uber or something. But Race just growled out in anger and reached down into the snow, grabbing a fistful of the frozen dust in his gloved hand before chucking it at his best friend who was already halfway down the street.
Huffing when Albert made no move to turn back, Race grumbled under his breath and began walking. It couldn't be that bad. It was only snowing. He only lived three miles away.
But home is not where he wanted to go at that moment. No. So somehow, he made his way down to the subway. And he was headed downtown.
Life was far from perfect for one Tyler James Kelly, or as it said on his fake ID, Antonio Isaac Higgins. He didn't like the things that tied him to everything he'd been through. He didn't like that his name was what tipped everyone off. That it's what made everyone pity him or treat him like some kid.
He knew his life was shit. He didn't need everyone else reminding him of that.
Especially not now. Not when Christmas was right around the corner.
He pulled his coat further around him and the beanie down tighter over his head. It was cold. The fingerless gloves he wore were more for the look than warmth, as he hadn't known he'd be spending so much time outside.
Jesus, Jack really would kill him.
He should just get off, call Albert. Apologize. He shouldn't be doing this. Denton would kill him once he figured out that he hadn't gone straight home after work.
But the exit came too quickly and Race stepped off, walking down some familiar roads, sure to keep his gaze low and steady. He knew how things worked in certain neighborhoods. As long as he kept his profile low, it would be okay. He just needed to get to the right place and he'd be safe.
He knew he'd be safe.
"ID?"
Race showed it to the woman, sure to keep himself calm as he did so. They'd almost caught on a few times. But Race was a very good actor. He'd learned from the best.
"Make sure to sign in. Someone'll be out with him in a moment."
Nodding, the boy did as he was told, going through the familiar routine with no difficultly before he was led over to a seat in front of bullet proof glass. A phone was on his right. He slid his ID card back into his pocket as he waited, reaching up to rub at his eyes.
It wasn't long before someone in a grey jumpsuit was lead out to the seat across from him by one of the guards.
The second Jack saw him his eyes brightened, but Race knew his brother had to pretend to not be happy to see him.
The young man behind the glass slowly lowered himself down into the chair and took the phone just as Race did, though he was a bit slower. The boy was quick as lightning. "Again, Racer?" Jack asked in a small laugh. "You keep this up, you're gonna be the one sittin' in here, 'stead a' me," he joked.
The boy let out a small laugh too, though it was a bit sadder. There was a lot of things that were making Race's heart clench in that moment. The fact that he couldn't hug Jack, the thought of spending another Christmas without both of his brothers and the fight he'd just had with his best friend in the entire world who was the only constant he'd had in his life for the past three years.
Since his papa died.
He swallowed hard and sniffled a little bit, trying to pretend that it was from the cold when they both knew it wasn't. "Hey, Jackie..." Race whispered into he phone as his smile faded a bit.
Leaning over the counter even further, Jack sighed. "Hey, kid..." he greeted back, shooting the boy one of his famous smiles. It cheered Race up, even if only for a moment. "You know you're not s'posed ta be here without Denton," the young man whispered, giving him a knowing look.
And Race shrugged. "I just really missed you t'day... n'... I... Denton wouldn't a' let me come..." he forced out, scratching the back of his neck nervously. "I'm sort a'... s'posed ta be... um..."
"Grounded," Jack finished for him, nodding a little. "I know ya think Denton just leaves me in the dark, pal, but he's in here once a week, with or without you," he stated. When he saw the look of fear pass over the boy's face he sighed again. "I won't tell him you're here if ya really don't want me to..."
The longing that Race felt coursed through his whole body. He wished beyond anything else that his brother could just hold him for a minute. He was bound to break any second now. "I just... I needed ta talk ta someone... I needed ta talk ta you..." he stated honestly, running a hand through his hair.
Nodding a bit, Jack shrugged. "Okay... I'm listenin'," he promised gently.
The way Jack looked at him was like nothing else. Jack had always been his hero growing up. He thought it would change when he'd seen Jack led out of a courtroom in handcuffs. Maybe it had, for just a little while. But he quickly came to realize that Jack was still the same Jack he'd always known.
After all, the only reason Jack had been hacking and stealing in the first place was because he'd been trying to provide for him.
"I just... me n' Al got into a fight... n'... I dunno, it's stupid..." he finally muttered out, not really wanting to complain about his small problems when he only had so long with the man who was the reason he had survived his childhood.
"Well, if it's got you upset enough ta come all the way down here, from work, n' use a fake ID ta talk ta me, it prob'ly ain't stupid... but if ya don't wanna talk about it, I got somethin' I wanna tell you," Jack offered happily, looking much too excited about something.
The mere look in his brother's eye was enough to make Race smile. Jack's excitement always gave him a warm, familiar type of feeling. Because even when they'd been on the streets, freezing and cold, Jack had always managed to make him smile. "What?" he questioned, curious.
His grin widening as he let out a small laugh, Jack shrugged. "Guess who's gettin' released in two weeks," he prompted.
The air caught in Race's chest as tears sparked in his eyes. He let his mouth hung open. "Really?" he breathed, somewhat expecting this to be some kind of mean joke.
But Jack nodded. "Yeah! I was gonna wait till Denton was here ta tell you! N' I was gonna call Crutchie tomorrow night. But... I'm gettin' outta here... December 22nd..."
With a small chuckle and tears beginning to fall down his cheeks, Race covered his lips. "You're gonna be home for Christmas," he whispered. "You're... n'... you're gonna be home!"
He couldn't describe it. The excitement he felt, that is. Jack had tears running down his face too. He was so happy. He lifted up his hand to press it up against the glass, like he wished to touch Race's face. He did. He really did. "I'm gonna start over, baby... get a job n' find my own place..."
"I'll help ya," Race offered, still overjoyed. "Whateva' ya need!"
"That's very nice, pal... but all I'm gonna need from you is a hug," he assured. Race grinned, reaching to wipe at his cheeks. "Alright, c'mon, now... what's a' matta', Tyler James? What happened?"
Oh. That. Race had almost forgotten about that. He sniffled, wiping at his nose with the back of his hand as he shook his head. "Al just... doesn't get it..." he stated, still trying to clear his tears away. He began to use his sleeves instead. "I was... just... he treats me like a goddamn piece a' glass. I know our life ain't perfect, but I don't need him treatin' me like a kid all the time!" he forced out, running another hand through his hair. "I guess I just wish I was normal," he sighed.
Jack nodded. "I'm sorry we ain't. Really... but if I know Albert, he's just lookin' out f'r you..." he tried to reason.
The younger boy went to respond, but his phone vibrated in his pocket before he could. He shook his head and rested the old phone at the crook of his neck, reaching to pull out his own.
He thought maybe it was Denton, calling him, screaming at him over text, telling him to get his ass back to the house. But that's not what it was.
Jack watched his little brother's eyes widen. "Racer?" he called, curious as to what was going on. "Kid?" he called again, when the boy continued to stare in horror at the screen in his hands.
The picture that had popped up on his screen was a text message from one of his classmates. A girl he called Smalls. With it was the message "have you seen this?"
No. Race hadn't seen it.
It was a picture of him. Him and someone else. Someone else who had a tongue down his throat. A boy. Spot Conlon. Only, Spot's face wasn't visible in that picture. No. Of course not. Only Race was.
Albert had probably sent it to her. Probably in a group chat.
"Baby brother? You're scarin' me... what is it?"
The boy licked his lips as he tried to figure out a way to respond. He knew who'd taken that picture. "I'm gonna kill him..." he muttered. Jack's eyebrows furrowed for a moment.
Just as he might've questioned his brother again, another voice spoke and Jack's eyes widened. "Oh, but you'll be dead first, now won't you?"
Race dropped the prison phone and whirled around. "Denton," he stated, simply acknowledging the man, though the fear was clear in his eyes. The man was standing there completely disappointed and stoic. He was in his late thirties at most, with brown hair and deep brown eyes.
"I told you to school, to work and back. No exceptions. Phone. Now." Denton demanded, holding out his hand. But Race didn't move.
He was too stunned. "But..."
"Tyler James Kelly, move your ass now. Give me the phone and go to the car," the man ordered again. The boy could've burst into tears right then and there.
There were already tears falling down his face. He didn't want to make a scene. He locked his phone and handed it to the man, turning back to his big brother and picking up the line. "I love you, Jackie... see ya soon..."
Jack nodded. "Love ya, kiddo..." he responded with a sorry look in his eyes. "I'll see you in two weeks, okay?"
The boy nodded and rushed past his foster dad quick, paying him no mind on his way out. Jack watched him go, his heart breaking in the process. He waited for Denton to pick up the phone. And when he did, he didn't give him the chance to have the first word. "Look, I know he's an idiot, but don't put this all on him... he n' Albert had a fight n' he ran ta me ta talk about it because that's what woulda been normal," he tried to explain, wishing beyond anything that he could just hold the boy close and tell him it was all going to be okay.
But Denton sighed. The man had heard it all before. Race did what he thought what be normal. Sometimes, it just wasn't good for him. "I know it's hard on him, not having you or Charlie... but this whole fake ID thing has to stop before it gets out of hand. I told him a week and he couldn't even survive that long without using it," he stated. He saw Jack's eyes linger down to the table in front of him as he nodded sadly. "Look, I know he misses you and I know you miss him, but he needs to learn to follow the rules-"
"Unlike me, yes I know," Jack replied, his green eyes a bit angry. Not at Denton. At himself. "Look, I'm... I just need ta say thank you... f'r taking him in... most folks wouldn't be half as good ta him as you are. So thank you... just please go easy on him..." he asked, running a nervous hand through his hair.
Nodding, Denton agreed. "I'll see you soon, Jack," he stated confidently, offering Jack a small smile.
The young man smiled. "December 22nd," he relayed to Denton, just as he had to his brother.
An odd feeling filled up in Denton's chest at the news. He couldn't depict it. Not right then. Not when Jack's was beginning to look so happy again. "I'll be there to get you. With Race. I promise."
That seemed to be all Jack needed to hear. He bit his lip as he hung the phone back up and then stood to his feet, offering the man a grateful nod before he was escorted away.
And Denton was left on his own to deal with a broken sixteen year old who he hoped had just gone to the car.
—
"Gee Race maybe if you'd just listen ta me, I might have somethin' ta say, but of course ya can't because I'm not Jack n' you can't listen ta anyone who's not Jack, not even Charlie, who, oh by the way, asked me ta keep n' eye on you before goin' off ta California even though he was really nervous about leavin' you and thought you might hate him!"
Albert was talking to himself. It was a habit he'd picked up from a young age. Sometimes it helped him get his thoughts in order. Sometimes it made him even more confused. Sometimes it just made him angry that he wasn't actually just talking to his best friend.
He pulled into his driveway, shutting the car off quickly before hitting the steering wheel and collapsing back into the driver's seat. He was so tired. He just didn't know what to do.
Race and him had been friends since they were six years old. When Race's dad has been killed in that car wreck, Albert was the only person he'd told about it. Albert was the only one who knew about Race and his brothers living on the streets, hardly able to find shelter. Albert was the only one that Race had been comfortable asking for a bed and a blanket. Race had always run to him for help when Jack and Crutchie couldn't offer anymore.
Now Race didn't need him. Because Albert had apparently had no part in getting him through the past three years.
With a huff, the red headed boy pulled his phone out of his back pocket, pulling off his gloves and typing in a familiar phone number. He let the thing ring and he let his leg bounce up and down in attempts to warm himself up in the car that was still freezing inside.
"Hello?"
"I can't do it, Charlie. He's driving me insane. I'm trying to talk to him and he won't even-"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Charlie called, clearly confused and stunned. "Slow down, Albie, what's goin' on?"
Trying to take a full breath before speaking again, the boy seethed. "You need ta call, Race. He's not listening ta me. I was tryin' ta tell him it wasn't a good idea ta be sleepin' around with Spot Conlon and he lost it," he explained as simply as he could.
A beat of silence passed over the other end of the call before Charlie was able to process the information. "Spot Conlon?"
"Yes!" Albert confirmed angrily.
Charlie groaned. "Oh, Tyler James..." he muttered. "Look, Al... Tyler is just lookin' f'r some kind of outlet, okay? He's been callin' me like crazy f'r the past few days. He's really missin' me n' Jack and he figures if he can't have that, he'll find somethin' else," he tried to explain. But Albert still didn't truly understand. "Just... he's really strugglin' right now. Don't let him push you away. That won't be good f'r no one..."
Of course it wouldn't. But Race was sick of being treated delicately. Albert didn't know what to do. He just wanted his friend to be the guy he'd always been. He just wanted Race to talk to him. "Okay... okay... I'm sorry... I just... I'm so worried about him n'... we had this stupid fight and I shouldn't have left him standin' alone and I'm really sorry, but he wasn't gettin' in the car n'-"
"Jesus, it's a wonder you n' Race can ever actually hear each other," he joked. It was something both of the boys were very aware of. Nervous rambling. They could just never stop it. "Look, I'll call him. But you should too. You're his best friend n' he loves you. I'll text you after I talk ta him, okay?"
"Okay..." Albert sighed, running a hand over his face. "Okay... I'm sorry..."
"It's okay, Red. I'll talk to ya soon, okay... take a breather..."
Sucking in a deep breath through his nose, Albert nodded, though he knew his friend couldn't see him. "Okay... bye, Crutchie..."
"Bye, Al..."
It had been a long, hard year. Especially for Race. Sometimes when Albert looked at his friend it was hard not to picture the way he clung to Crutchie at the airport, tears spilling down his face as he begged his brother to stay or the way he completely broke when he had to watch Jack hauled out of a courtroom in handcuffs.
It was hard to see that crazy, bright, carefree little boy that he used to be. Race was broken. And Albert was trying to hard to just hold him together.
He supposed it was possible that his grip was too strong. That he was just making his best friend crack even faster.
He shouldn't have asked about Spot. He shouldn't have followed Race in the first place. But Race had been acting odd for the past couple weeks. It was Christmas time. Albert knew that. He also knew that last Christmas had been extremely hard on Race. The first one he'd had without Jack.
But he shouldn't have taken that picture. That was a lousy thing to do.
Before he could think further on that and let the sadness and guilt fill up in his chest even faster, his phone buzzed. He picked it up, curious as to how Charlie had talked to Race so quickly, before he found that it wasn't Charlie at all.
Paula: "do you have the notes for Algebra?"
Without hardly thinking, Albert clicked to send his classmate pictures of the notes that he'd meant to send her anyway. And then he shoved the thing into his pocket and got out of the car.
"Shit..." he muttered to himself. It really was freezing. He really shouldn't have left Race.
Rushing inside, the boy shut the door quickly behind him. "Dad?" he called, kicking his shoes off as the warmth hit him.
"Dad went off to the store! You're stuck with us," another voice replied.
And Albert smiled. "Hey, Dimitri," he greeted easily, walking around the corner to find his older brother, standing in the middle of the family room, a little, red headed girl up on his shoulders.
She was grinning so widely and had her hands on the man's forehead. "Uncle Albie!" she cried happily. Albert smiled and ran into the room.
"Jeanne!" the boy cried, taking the small girl off of her father's shoulders so that he could give her a hug. She wrapped her arms around his neck and squealed in delight. "Where's your mama?" he asked.
"She's at work. She's gonna pick up Killian on her way here. He insisted on making dinner today," Dimitri stated, taking his daughter back from Albert's arms. "Where's Racer? Aren't you two attached at the hip?" he teased.
Albert rolled his eyes. "No. We don't have ta do everything t'gether!" he defended, wincing at his own insistence.
Dimitri furrowed his eyebrows and held his daughter close. "Okay... Killian was gonna ask if he wanted ta stay for dinner. Sorry," he defended, taking Jeanne and walking past his little brother, running a hand over his hair on the way out.
Albert let him walk away. He pulled out his phone again, hoping for a text from Charlie. Instead, he found another text from Paula. "Who's that with Race?"
Albert's heart dropped. "Shit," he hissed, sliding open his phone to get to the conversation.
Five pictures. Only four of them were what he'd actually meant to send.
The last one was a picture he'd meant to delete.
"Really, Al? In front of the kid?" his brother asked irritated. But Albert rushed passed him and ran up the stairs.
"Shit, shit, shit," he muttered again and again. This wasn't just a small mistake. He'd sent that picture to Paula Greene. The gossip queen of Roosevelt High.
He opened up his Snapchat. It was the first thing he saw. "Shit!"
—
"You can't ground me f'r wantin' ta see my brotha'," Race argued, slow tears still sliding down his face. He leaned against the cool window, making a point to curl up in the corner of the subway, away from his foster father.
The man reached to put his hand on the boy's knee. Race rolled his eyes and wiped at his cheeks again. "No... you're right. I can't ground you for wanting to see your brother..." he agreed, thumbing over the kid's leg. "I can ground you for making a fake ID and not ever telling me where you're going. You know that I don't want you going down to the prison alone."
"You're not my dad!" Tyler insisted, pulling out of the man's reach. He curled in even further on himself and sniffled as his throat tightened. He hugged himself tight and refused to look Denton in the eye.
The man didn't argue with him. He didn't try to touch him again. He just let the boy ignore him for a minute as the phone in his pocket received notification after notification. Reaching into his pocket he took it out, hoping to just turn it off, before he saw the somewhat alarming messages that were popping up on his foster son's screen.
He opened it.
The boy scoffed. "Really? You're gonna look through my texts now?"
Denton ignored him, finding the thing that all the chaos was about. A picture. A picture he didn't like at all. "TJ, who is this?"
Not even looking down at the screen, Race shook his head and crossed his arms. "Nobody," he mumbled. His eyes glossed over again as he tried hard not to think about it.
But Denton was still scrolling through the cell phone. "Tyler... someone posted it..."
That's what really got Race's attention. His gaze shot over to the man. "What?" Albert wouldn't do that. Albert was still his best friend.
"Okay, calm down..." Denton tried when the boy shot up and grabbed for his small device. "Tyler, stay calm please-"
The boy grasped at his hair tightly, shaking his head. "I'm... I'm not out!" He admitted into the empty train. "Bryan, you n' my brothers n' Al are the only ones who knew!"
The man placed a quick hand on the boy's back and pulled him close, locking his phone as more messages appeared, some asking if he was okay, others teasing him and calling him names. He gently took the phone back and pulled the kid to him. Race resisted, but only for a moment. That was when he just let it all go.
He sobbed. And he let Denton have the phone. He wanted his brothers. He wanted his father. He wanted his mother to come back. He wanted it to feel like Christmas. He wanted so badly to sit in the kitchen on Jack's lap and help him decorate cookies and hear Crutchie singing carols at the top of his lungs. He wanted his brothers and his parents and he just wanted it to be Christmas.
And now his best friend was mad at him. And all he could be was angry and terrified that he was losing that too.
"Okay... it's okay..." Denton soothed, letting the boy lay in his lap and holding him gently. Race had been with him for almost a year. He loved the kid like he was his own. But Race was still having trouble without his big brothers. "It'll be okay, buddy..."
From the bottom of his heart, the man hoped it would be.
—
Eventually they made it home. Race had calmed down just a bit by then, settling for a couple sniffles and his foster father's arm around his shoulders.
It was warm inside. Race relaxed a bit at the smell of the Christmas tree that was light over in the corner. He let the dim lights calm him even further as he kicked his shoes off and left them by the door. "Lemme guess, straight ta my room?" he asked, knowing he was still in trouble.
But a hand settled down on his shoulder and before he could argue Denton had brought him back into a tight hug. And Race melted into him. "I'm sorry..." he sighed. "I didn't mean ta-"
"Shhhh..." the man soothed, rubbing a hand up and down the boy's back. "I know that it's hard. I know that you miss having Christmas with your family. I know that I'm not your biological father... but I do care about you," he promised, letting the kid rest against him, taking most of his weight. "I'm sorry about what's happenin'. I'm sure Albert didn't mean it, but that doesn't mean it's okay..."
"I just... I like Spot... n' Albert doesn't... I didn't think he would do somethin' like this..." Denton pet the kid's hair as he whispered. "I thought maybe seein' Jack would make me feel betta'..." he admitted, resting his cheek on his foster father's shoulder. "He loves Christmas time..." A small smile came onto his lips as reminisced on old memories. "One year we stayed in a shelter... Jack dressed up as Santa Claus f'r the kids... he got... um... got some money ta get them some toys n' some candy..."
A small laugh escaped Denton as he pulled away and cupped the boy's face to thumb at Tyler's tears. "That sounds like Jack," he stated with a small nod.
The boy glanced down at the ground. "It ain't fair..." he breathed.
"I know, kiddo," Denton assured. "But hey... he's comin' home... he'll be here for Christmas..."
The boy let out a small laugh. "Yeah, I gotta go out shoppin'... make up f'r last Christmas," he joked.
Denton nodded. "How 'bout we go together?"
"Okay," Race smiled, blinking and realizing for the first time how tired he was. "Can I call Charlie n' say goodnight?" he asked.
Running a hand over the boy's hair, the man nodded. "Yeah... use the home phone..."
"Alright, old man," Race teased, offering a sad smile to his guardian before sliding away from him and scooping up the phone off of the kitchen counter.
He dialed a familiar number with no hesitation and then walked into the living room, flopping back down on the couch. "Hey..." he sighed as his brother picked up the phone, not even letting the older boy get a word in.
"Hey, kid..." Charlie greeted. "I've been tryin' ta call you for a while. You okay?"
Swinging his legs over the edge of the armrest, Race shrugged. "It's been a long day..." he stated vaguely. "I saw Jack... he's doin' okay..."
"I didn't ask about Jack, buddy. I'm askin' about you," Charlie insisted. "How're you?"
Letting his eyes slide shut for a moment, the boy shrugged again. "Al n' I got in a fight t'day... n' he posted a picture a' me n' a boy... n' I'm grounded cause I went ta see Jack by myself n' now I'm tired n' I don't wanna go back ta school 'r work... n' I really miss you," he sighed, beginning to feel his body grow more and more exhausted as the minutes ticked by.
"I miss you more than ya know, pal... I'm sorry you're havin' a tough time..." his brother said sadly. "I gotta be honest though... Al called me ta tell me who you've been seein'..." he admitted. Race made a small squawk of offense before Charlie cut him off. "Hey! I'm not sayin' nothin', I just need ta ask if he's been bein' good ta you. I'm your big brother, it's my job ta look out for ya."
"I know, but-"
"Is he bein' good ta you?" Charlie pushed again.
Biting his lip as he pondered over the question, Race sighed. "Yeah... yeah he is... he's sweet on me, Charlie... I like him... I like him a lot..."
"So? Tell me about him..."
Even with his eyes still closed, Race grinned.
He began to ramble on and on about this bad boy from Brooklyn who had made a complete fool of himself while trying to ask the blond boy to just go on a date with him. He told him about the leather wearing, tattoo covered jock had bought him frozen yogurt and taken him to the mall where they'd met puppies that the older boy melted over.
And Charlie laughed. "Okay... okay... well, I'm happy for you, pal. But if he ever gives you trouble, you tell me. I'll be there in a heartbeat."
"If Jack doesn't get to him first," Race joked, running a hand through his unruly blond curls. "Thanks, Crutch..." he whispered as he saw Denton walk around the couch to face him, telling him that it was time for him to go to bed. "The old man wants me off the phone..."
Denton stuck his tongue out at him. And Race laughed.
Charlie did too. "Okay... well, Goodnight, kiddo... n' Racer?"
"Yeah?"
"Don't shut Albert out... whatever happened... I'm sure he didn't mean ta do what he did, okay? He's your best friend. He loves you..."
Without even thinking much on it, Race nodded. "I know..." he admitted. "Goodnight, Charlie... I love you."
"I love you, Tyler James," Charlie responded. And then he hung up.
Smiling a little easier, Race set the phone aside and looked up at his guardian. "Thank you, Denton," he breathed, looking more than exhausted.
The man nodded. "You're welcome, TJ," he smiled. "Now go to bed."
With a dramatic sigh, Race flung his legs over the front of the couch and stood up, walking over and wrapping his arms around his foster father's chest from behind. "Love ya," he whispered. And then he walked up the stairs to his room and quietly shut the door.
What he didn't know was the joy he'd just placed in his guardian's heart.
"Love you too, buddy..."
—
Albert awoke to the sound of his phone ringing at six AM on Sunday morning. He groaned, not even lifting his face from its place buried in his pillow as he reached for his phone and placed it next to his ear. "What?!"
"Get up. I have coffee, made by Denton. It's time ta go Christmas shoppin'."
"Racer?"
"You have fifteen minutes before I finish pancakes and come get you up myself," he threatened, before hanging up the phone.
Pancakes. Albert sat up quick. Race was already downstairs.
He did as he was told, knowing not to challenge his best friend when he made these kinds of threats, especially not when both of his brothers were hanging out, making breakfast in their kitchen.
The wake up would be brutal.
He was up in seconds, practically barreling down the stairs and into the kitchen where he saw his best friend laughing up at the kitchen island with Albert's four year old niece talking about something with chocolate chip pancakes filling up her mouth. No one understood her. But it sure was entertaining.
"Race..."
The blond boy turned to him, his smile fading just a bit. But Race didn't yell. He didn't scream. He just nodded. "Hey, Albie. I brought you some famous 'Denton coffee'," he offered, grabbing a travel mug off the counter. "And Killian is makin' you pancakes so that we can hit the road soon," he explained easily.
Albert cocked his head to the side, but took the offered coffee. Denton made the best coffee. "Uh... thanks..." he breathed, his voice still rough with sleep.
The slightly taller boy nodded and went to turn back to his pancakes.
But Albert was quick. He rushed forward and embraced his best friend, shocking him for a minute. "I'm so sorry, Race!" he whispered out quick. "I didn't mean ta send no one that picture! I swear! I thought I deleted it n'-"
"Albert, calm down!" Race insisted, pulling out of the embrace. "It's okay... I just... I realized that, you're my best friend... and it would take so much time ta find another one if I killed ya," he joked, pulling away and ducking when Albert swatted at him. "Okay! Okay, I'm sorry too! I know you're just tryin' ta look out f'r me, Al. Sometimes it's just... hard..." he admitted with a small shrug.
"How's Jackie doin', Racer?" Killian asked as he flipped over some pancakes on the stove.
"Doin' just fine, man... he's, uh, he's gettin' released in two weeks," he admitted, grinning when Albert gasped at the news. Killian turned around, his face lighting up too. "Yeah, he just told me yesterday. He'll be home for Christmas!"
Albert smiled. It was no wonder Race was so happy all of the sudden. He wasn't complaining. He was sure Race would still be mad at him from time to time. But right now, Race was too happy to angry.
He just wanted it to be Christmas.
"I'm so happy for you, Teej," he said. Race giggled and hugged him again. "We shoppin' for Jack?"
Race nodded. "Yeah... and some others..." he admitted.
"Well then... let's get this show on the road!"
—
Race stood practically bouncing up and down in the light snow as he waited. He'd never smiled so much in his whole life.
Because there, walking towards him, was the very person who'd raised him. The one who'd done everything in his power to make sure he'd be okay.
There was Jack, wearing jeans and a leather jacket that Denton insisted he have. He had one of his old beanies on his head and his old, worn boots. He grinned when his eyes landed on his little brother.
And he started running.
Race couldn't help it. He ran too.
He giggled when they collided and Jack lifted him up off the ground in a bone crushing embrace. "Hey there, baby!" the young man cried, holding the kid close to his chest and walking him back over to Denton's car, the boy's feet dangling just above the asphalt.
He seemed even more physically built than Race had last noticed. He didn't pay much mind to it. He tightened a hand in Jack's hair and pressed a kiss to the side of his head. "Hey, Jackie," he breathed, sobs wanting to rip from his throat. He held them back. They were still in public. He could wait.
He was happy. All he could be was happy.
"I missed you, Tyler James," Jack laughed, setting his boy back on his feet before inspecting him. "Alright, what d'we have here? I see three eyes, one ear, little horns, and... hey, these fangs look new!" he teased, ruffling the boy's hair before planting a kiss on his forehead.
Race just laughed. "I'm exactly how ya left me. Just a little taller," he added, giving Jack a wink. And Jack swooped in to hug him again. Race held fast to him, letting Jack drop quick, loving kisses all over his face and neck. The stubble growing around his big brother's cheeks and chin made it tickle. Race didn't care.
It was made clear quickly how badly Jack wished never to let go of his baby brother. Race never minded that. He was still bouncing. His face was buried in his brother's chest. He couldn't see the tears glistening in the man's eyes.
"Welcome back ta the real world, Jackie," another voice cut it.
Jack looked up from Race's long blond curls to see Albert standing beside the car, smiling contently. Denton was beside him. They all had tears in their eyes. So Jack pecked another kiss to his little brother's temple and lifted him up and over his shoulder. The boy squealed and laughed, just as his foster father and best friend did. Jack grinned, bringing Albert into a side hug. "Hey, little Red! How's it goin', kid?"
"Not too bad, Jackie," he promised. "I don't know how you kept him out of trouble for so long, though," Albert teased. The young man ruffled his hair.
Then Jack moved over to Denton who he immediately shook hands with. "Thank you," was all he was truly able to say.
Denton nodded. "Thank you for raising such a spectacular kid," he shot back.
Nodding and breathing out hard, his breath visible in the cold, Jack gently set his brother down as the tears escaped him. Happy, grateful, relieved tears. Those words had put them there.
Race grinned up at his brother when he was set back on the ground. Jack was looking at him with such pride and wonder all at once. "I love you so much, Tyler," he said again, wanting to cry even more. "So... so much..."
"I love you too, papa-bear," Race teased.
"Well, hey, has everyone forgotten about me?" a voice called from inside the car.
Jack's head shot over to the source. He almost collapsed. "Charlie?!" he cried, rushing over to the door and wrenching it open. The boy was sitting there with tears rushing down his cheeks and a charming grin that shines brighter than the sun. "I thought you couldn't come until-"
"I finished my finals early n' decided, eh I guess I'll go see my big brother," he stated cheekily. "But none a' that standin' out in the snow, shit. It's cold."
Shaking his head, Jack grabbed his brother by the wrist and pulled him closer until he was able to bring him into a proper embrace. The slightly younger boy stood on one leg, the other in a brace. A crutch lie on the ground of the car. Jack didn't pay any mind to it. He just held his brother close.
Race watched the scene in delight, stepping closer to his best friend and letting the redhead sling an arm around his shoulder.
December 22nd. It was Race's favorite day.
It felt like Christmas. It really did.
—
"Hey, Race?"
"Yeah, Al?"
"I'm really sorry f'r... ya know..."
"Outing me to the entire school and all of our coworkers?" Race asked, turning to look at his friend. They both lay over Race's bed, Race sideways one way his feet hanging off the right side of the bed, and Albert the other, with his feet dangling over the left. "Or f'r followin' me ta Brooklyn or basically bein' the stalker we all know you really are?"
Albert grabbed a pillow and hit his friend with him. Race let out a noise of false distress before laughing. "You deserve betta' n' what ya got, ya know?"
"Don't matta'," Race promised. Albert turned his head towards his friend. "I mean... I'm one a' the lucky ones. Throughout everythin'... I always had you... even if we were mad at each otha'," he explained.
Albert nodded as a smile took over his face. "I love ya, my brotha'," he stated as Race sat up and grabbed the Santa hat that lay on his nightstand.
Race put the thing on and turned back to him. "I love you, my Albie!" he whispered before standing up and rounding the bed, extending his hand to the other boy. "Shall we play Santa Claus?"
With a quiet laugh and a nod, Albert accepted. "We shall!"
Together, they bundled up a bag of gifts and tiptoed into the living room.
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a goodnight!" Race whispered into the quiet house.
Albert laughed.
It really was a Merry Christmas after all.
A/N: Thanks for reading! Much love!
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I've been sifting through Goodreads, trying to find good mm romance books that I'll like, and it's been so tough. Everything is dual pov, which I don't like--I like to have a single point of view to commit to and follow through an entire story (with very few exceptions.)
My Preferences:
Not looking for Coming of Age type stories, I want more mature people, no teenage drama.
Not so into thrillers/mysteries usually, although the Wolf At The Door series by Charlie Adharra is delicious, so I’m not entirely opposed either
NO INSTA-LOVE. I'm here for the slow-burn, or for the MC realizing halfway through "Holy shit, I'm in love!" It can be insta-chemistry though, that's alright. But like, overall the relationship has gotta feel EARNED.
I know MC's in denial or utterly blind to what's right in front of them is something that drives a lot of people crazy but I'm here for it, I find it yummy
I LOVE fluff, love angst, hurt/comfort, anything to do with bed sharing/clothes sharing
Love me some size difference sometimes
Genres I go for are regular modern day, historical, ABO, shifters, supernatural, paranormal, urban fantasy--I've been on a fantasy kick lately and enjoying it.
Genres I don’t go for: I almost NEVER enjoy sci-fi, but open to trying it. Probably not aliens or outer space though--those tend to make me laugh, too much bad writing and names of planets and things that are impossible to pronounce like “This is our bread, called uyuywertweu”
I also don’t usually enjoy sports-based stories, they’re just “eh”
Don't much like vampires, mostly because they're never written well
Steamy sex scenes are a YES, but only after some delicious tension
Friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, enemies to friends to lovers, friends to enemies to lovers are all good in my book
Can be a couple or ménage, I'm good with either
No cheating. I HATE CHEATING, and have a really hard time having any sympathy for cheaters, so it would ruin the book for me.
No drug abuse in the MC or love interest
I only want HEA or HFN endings. No sad, tragic, or depressing endings
Can be a stand-alone or a series
As far as how much I want romance vs plot in the story, I’d say if the romance is gonna take over, it better be AMAZING. And if the plot is gonna take over, it better be even more AMAZING. A general 50:50 or perhaps 60:40 of romance:plot (slight bias toward romance, sue me) is good overall, neither one kicking the other into the trash.
If there is a new world in the book, like fantasy or something, the world building has to be good, no clumsy piles of word vomit at the beginning telling me what shit looks like, that shit has to be integrated properly.
If I had to choose between delicious plot and delicious characters, I would take delicious characters hands down.
Books that I’ve LOVED in the past are (I would put in Goodreads links, but then Tumblr will send this post to hell):
Uncomplicated Choices by Cara Dee
Rock and Soul by Lauren Sattersby
True Colors by Anyta Sunday
Leo Loves Aries by Anyta Sunday
Highfell Grimiores by Langley Hyde
Misfits by Garrett Leigh (This is by far one of the best ménage books I have EVER read)
Bear, Otter, and the Kid by TJ Klune
Marc Jillson & the Gazebo by Anyta Sunday (She is seriously my hero when it comes to MCs in denial, I ADORE her)
A Pirate's Life for Me by Tricia Owens (This is also ménage, but one part of the triangle was a pain in the ass--looking at you Tyler, you shit--and yet it was still hot enough to finish)
Faith & Fidelity by Tere Michaels (This one is actually one of the few dual pov’s I have ever enjoyed, not to say that that’s what I want to see, but to give you an example of writing and characterization that just GETS me)
The Alpha's Warlock by Elliot Grayson
The Wolf At The Door series by Charlie Adharra
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1, 4, 13,and 18 for the oc questions!! 💜
1. Your first OC ever?
Aw man, this is gonna take me way back to when I was uh. I want to say 10? There were probably stories before this but these are the first consistent OCs with names I recall. They were from playing with the Medieval Knights lego set in my grandma’s house. I used to play with my little sister all the time, and a handful of them grew enough character that I would daydream stories about them even when we weren’t there.
Their names were Tyler and Mat. They were... a hopelessly naive and friendly golden retriever of a squire and a suspicious, nature-savvy but very young woods bandit who eventually struck up an unlikely friendship after the latter was captured by the former’s party in the woods. Some things about my writing have been consistent since the beginning, I guess!
I could probably find the bits of writing I wrote abut them in my old files, but I’m not quite game >_>
4. A character you rarely talk about?
Well, if we mean specifically on this blog, I don’t think I’ve talked about some of the OCs from my long Dragon Age fanfic, Liminal Loyalties, much. There’s Hester and Laurent - a mage and templar who became friends 10 years ago during the Blight (look I know what I like OK and it’s enemies to friends), struggling to keep their friendship intact during all the upheavals and conflict of the leadup to the Mage-Templar War.
Hester is a prickly, stubborn woman who used to be fairly impetuous/impatient but who is bending herself towards patience and prudence. Laurent is a dutiful, reliable man who holds to fairly rigid rules and is growing increasingly concerned that the rest of his Order isn’t doing the same.
But I talk about them all the time to other friends! Characters that I haven’t told anyone about... hmm. I have a magical-AI-spirit character who is bound to an artefact, named Levet. I have a psychic bird-creature named Greenie and the lab technician who figures out he’s sapient. I have a grumpy master of stables named Eric and a tired former-child-soldier named Yan. There’s a lot.
13. Do you have any troublemaker OCs?
Emmit from Liminal Loyalties is definitely a troublemaker! He is trying to escape the Circle, after all. Apart from that, it’s not an archetype I write that much.
18. Any OC crackships?
Hmm. I mean, you could probably make Aedan/Robb work... he does note several times that Aedan is handsome and charming if you’re into that...
Quite a few of my fics are about 2 people interacting with each other who should under no circumstances be romantically entangled. Like, say, Danny/TJ, which if you suggested it would puzzle TJ and appall and revolt Danny, because the power dynamic is just... Mm. No. Or Rill/Archer which has similar but less intense issues.
I think in an alternate universe in which Illiam pulled his head out of his ass and realised his wolrdview was wrong much earlier, back in his Academy days - he and Helis might have actually made an OK couple! Eventually. But as they are in canon... no.
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Doctor Who
Tegan Jackie Tyler / TJ
Half human/Bad Wolf, half Time Lord
FC: Kathryn Newton
Daughter of Rose Tyler and Ninth Doctor.
Shoutout to @aliverse for giving me fc suggestions forever ago
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Power Rangers ship (open to fic requests)
1. Jason Lee Scott/Kimberly Ann Hart
2. Jason Lee Scott/Emily
3. Zack Taylor/Trini Kwan
4. Zack Taylor/Tanya Sloan
5. Billy Cranston/Kimberly Ann Hart
6. Rocky DeSantos/Aisha Campbell
7. Adam Park/Katherine Hillard
8. Justin Stewart/OC
9. TJ Johnson/Ashley Hammond
10. TJ Johnson/OC
11. Carlos Vallerte/Ashley Hammond
12. Carlos Vallerte/OC
13. Phantom Ranger/Cassie Chan
14. Phantom Ranger/OC
15. Andros/OC
16. Zhane/Cassie Chan
17. Leo Corbett/Karone
18. Damon Henderson/Maya Zephyr
19. Kai Chen/Kendrix Morgan
20. Mike Corbett/Haley
21. Carter Grayson/Dana Mitchell
22. Chad Lee/Kelsey Winslow
23. Joel Rawlings/Angela Fairweather
24. Ryan Mitchell/OC
25. Wes Collins/Jen Scotts
26. Lucas Kendall/Katie Walker
27. Trip Regis/OC
28. Eric Myers/Taylor Earhardt
29. Cole Evans/Taylor Earhardt
30. Cole Evans/Alyssa Enrilé
31. Max Cooper/Nadira
32. Danny Delgado/Kendall
33. Merrick Baliton/Princess Shayla
34. Merrick Baliton/Alyssa Enrilé
35. Shane Clarke/Kapri
36. Shane Clarke/Skyla
37. Dustin Brooks/Marah
38. Hunter Bradley/Kelly Holloway
39. Blake Bradley/OC
40. Cam Watanabe/Tori Hanson
41. Conner McKnight/Kira Ford
42. Conner McKnight/OC
43. Ethan James/OC
44. Tommy Oliver/Hayley Ziktor
45. Trent Fernandez/Kira Ford
46. Jack Landors/Ally Samuels
47. Sky Tate/Z Delgado
48. Bridge Carson/Syd Drew
49. Sam/Nova
50. Ivan Lane/Rachel Motohime
51. Charlie Haywood/female OC
52. Nick Russell/Vida Rocca
53. Xander Bly/Madison Rocca
54. Chip Thorn/Vida Rocca
55. Chip Thorn/Clare Langtree
56. Mack Hartford/Rose Ortiz
57. Will Aston/Ronny Robinson
58. Ty/Vella
59. Casey Rhodes/RJ Finn
60. Theo Martin/Lily Chillman
61. Dom Haragan/Fran
62. Jarrod/Camille
63. Scott Truman/Tenaya
64. Flynn MacAllistair/Summer Landsdown
65. Ziggy Grover/Dr. K
66. Dillon/OC
67. Gem/OC
68. Gemma/OC
69. Jayden Shiba/Emily Richardson
70. Kevin Baron/OC
71. Mike Vasquez-Morales/Lauren Shiba
72. Antonio Garcia/Mia Watanabe
73. Troy Burrows/Gia Moran
74. Troy Burrows/Emma Goodall
75. Troy Burrows/Shelby Watkins
76. Noah Carver/OC
77. Jake Holling/OC
78. Orion/Emma Goodall
79. Tyler Navarro/Gia Moran
80. Koda/OC
81. Riley Griffin/OC
82. Chase Stein/OC
83. Ivan/Kendall Morgan
84. Brody Romero/OC
85. Preston Tien/Sarah Thompson
86. Calvin Maxwell/Hayley Foster
87. Levi Weston/OC
88. Nate/Zoey
89. Izzy/Fern
90. Javi/Amelia
Notes: to follow
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Meet the OC basics :)
Fandom: Extraction
FULL NAME: Esme Michelle Drummond (Rake, when married)
PRONUNCIATION: Es-Mee
NICKNAME(S): Freckles, Short Stuff, Pocket Wife, Munchkin, Elf on the Shelf, Me
PARTNER/SIGNIFICANT OTHER: Tyler Rake
BIRTH DATE: September 15th, 1989
AGE: 34
ZODIAC: Virgo
GENDER: Female
PRONOUNS: She/her
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual
NATIONALITY: American
ETHNICITY: Scottish
CURRENT LOCATION: New York City, NY, USA
BACKGROUND
BIRTH PLACE: Denver, Colorado, USA
HOMETOWN: Snowmass, Colorado, USA
EDUCATION LEVEL: Bachelor’s of Science in Psychology
FATHER: Robert Drummond (deceased)
MOTHER: Michelle Drummond
SIBLING(S): Michael, David, Andrew, Nicholas, Kyle
BIRTH ORDER: last born
CHILDREN: In Lost and Found: Amelia Grace Drummond/Rake. In the main series, Amelia, Tyler James (TJ), Tanner, Declan, Adeline, Brooklyn, Takota (all Rake)
PET(S): In the main series, dogs Macaroni and Saju
PREVIOUS RELATIONSHIPS: first husband Mark Sullivan
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If You Can’t Stand The Heat, Get Out Of The Kitchen
by you_get_to_exhale_now_cyrus
TJ and Cyrus hang out once, and it leads to a whole mess of other situations. From The Spoon, to Cyrus' house, and many other places, they learn more about each other and learn that they aren't that different after all.
Words: 30772, Chapters: 10/10, Language: English
Fandoms: Andi Mack (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Category: M/M
Characters: Cyrus Goodman, T. J. Kippen, Andi Mack, Buffy Driscoll, Jonah Beck, Cyrus' Parents (Mentioned), Tyler (OC)
Relationships: Cyrus Goodman & T. J. Kippen
Additional Tags: mostly cyrus and tj but other characters eventually, slow burn hopefully, inspired by a cooking hc, FLUFF!!, and also angst!!, tj talks about his dyscalculia, bi!jonah beck, tater tots!!, i have ideas for future chapters, so tags will be for all chapters, mentioning of self harm!, probably idk i haven't gotten there yet, the first chapter is mostly self indulgent but i'll write more, also tj loves game shows sorry i don't make the rules, Tyrus - Freeform, Lots of tears, cyrus cries a lot, angst so much angst, but resolution eventually, TJ likes Cyrus, and Cyrus is still pining over Jonah, Homophobia, not much homophobia but enough
Read on AO3
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Lollipop
TF/TS/TJ/TS fanfic for November Challenge day 7: Candy
Alyn (OC) x Chris
It was summer Alyn remember
It was hot that day and there is a carnival that just opened for the weekend
she and her friends decided to have fun before her graduation
So they went, having fun and making new memories
Alyn remember Abbie and Tyler compete with each other for a teddy bear.
Alyn remember Zig betting his money if she wins an arching games
Alyn remember Kaitlin challenging her to chug the beer with her
Alyn remember Zack's cries in delight over a merry-go-round
Alyn remember Chris smile as he hands a colorful lollipop to her, as she lick the lollipop Chris lace his hand with her's as they smile at each other
That day Alyn was sure that they'll stay this way forever, Chris and her will always be together surrounded by their friends
Alyn remember imprinting the flavor of disgustingly sweet lollipop on to her mind to remember that moment forever
And ten years later she still remembers it, as she gaze at the lollipop her daughter has in her little hand
"Mommy?"
Alyn blinks, unaware of her surroundings
Her daughter stare at her with her big eyes
"Yes darling?" Alyn says, bringing her posture to kneel in front of her daugther
"Where's father?" she says eyes showing worry for her husband
"Hn, father is waiting at the car with your brother would you like to go see them now?"
Her daughter nods a little
She carries her little body as both of them maneuver their way to the car
"Father!!" little Jennie said as she throw her little arms around her father neck
Her husband smiles as he hug their daugther in his arms, while her son smiles as his sister hug him
Alyn smiles as she slides next to her children as her husband pressed a loving kiss on her forehead
It's not what she wants, but she's finally moving on from Chris
For now, she will remember Chris and her friends as sweet as a lollipop
#choices#the freshman#the sophomore#the junior#the junior choices#the senior#chris powell#fanfic#choices fanfic#choices:stories you play#choices the freshman#angst#choices november challenge
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Let’s Not Fall In Love
Let’s Not Fall In Love (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5)
Pairing: G Dragon (Kwon Ji Yong)/Jin Dae (OC)
Series: Jin Dae comes from a family of Stars, her father is a famous producer, she has a DJ, Rapper and Singer as brothers. Jin Dae is a trainee at JYP Entertainment, her brother is a DJ and artist at YG Entertainment. Through her brother she meets the king of kpop, G Dragon.
Dae was 100% sure she would never EVER live down her actions. Why did she do it? She had no idea, confidence had burst into her chest and before she knew it, she had kissed him on the cheek. Did she tell anyone? Hell no. Not in these dorms, Yuki was the only other female and if she told her, the girl would yell and tell everyone.
She hadn’t been back to the Bigbang dorms since then, Seungri had called her a few times and she either let it go to voice mail or would make up a quick excuse saying that she was too busy. Dae had been busy, herself and the group had practicing and perfecting their skills for the up and coming battle. They were travelling to YG Entertainment, which only made Dae more nervous, for the battle. Not only would this predict whether they were ready to debut, but she had also bad mouthed the CEO.
Now they stood outside of YG entertainment as JYP arrived.
“Think we’ll see your brother?” Yuki smiled as she nudged Dae’s side.
“I don’t know,” Dae shrugged, “He’s probably busy,”
“Think we will see Bigbang?” Ho Jung asked.
“Once again,” Dae sighed, “Busy,”
As the car pulled up, Dae bit her lip. JYP stepped out of the car and gave them a run down before leading them inside. They had the cameras following them too, their show had gained more ratings since Dae’s appearance on Seungri’s Instagram.
“This is exciting,” Tae Sin beamed.
“I’m nervous,” Dae admitted.
“We all are,” Yuki grabbed Dae’s hand, “But we’re here as a team,”
Their opposing group were all males, a few of them stared at the two girls with furrowed brows and confused looks.
“Hello, we are Rebels,” Dae introduced her group, they patted their hands on their chests before bowing.
“You’re a mixed group?” YG asked.
“Yes,” Dae nodded.
Their opposing group glanced between each other.
“We don’t want to verse girls,” One of them said, “It’ll be unfair,”
“Afraid we’ll beat you?” Dae spoke up, nodding at the one who had spoken.
Yuki snickered beside Dae, JYP smirked as he motioned for Dae to step forward.
“This is Jin Dae, she is the leader of this group,” JYP introduced, “Her father is the CEO of Jin Studios,”
The opposing team murmured between each other, two of them hit each other slightly while Dae’s shoulders slumped.
“Her brother has actually been teaching a few of you,” YG spoke up, “He’s going to be judging with us actually,”
“Her brother is TJ?” The youngest looking one spoke up.
“Yes,” Dae nodded, “TJ is my Oppa, I’m also choreographing a dance for Bigbang,”
The opposing group looked between each other in panic, Dae waved softly to them as she stepped back in line. They looked towards the door as Tyler walked in, he had his sunglasses on and Dae rolled her eyes.
“He looks like an idoit,” She whispered under her breath.
“YG did you tell them the other news?” Tyler asked, slipping of his sunglasses and slipping them onto the collar of his back shirt.
“I was waiting for you,” YG answered.
“Ah well, Bigbang will be watching,” Tyler shrugged.
Dae groaned and turned around slightly, the other group grinned to each other while Rebels all laughed slightly except for Dae. Her luck was turning sour.
“Shall we continue?” JYP grinned.
Dae reluctantly followed the groups towards a bigger stage like area, Bigbang were already standing as they arrived. As everyone began to greet each other, Dae was attacked with a bear hug by Seungri.
“Kitten!” He laughed.
“Kitten...?” Tae Sin whispered.
“Kitten?!” Yuki squealed slightly.
“Oppa Seungri...,” Dae hugged the maknae back slightly.
“We haven’t seen you in a week,” The maknae pouted, “Introduce your band members!”
“Ah, this is Rebels,” Dae explained, “Yuki, Ho Jung, T.K and Sin,”
As she pointed to each member they all bowed respectfully. YG clapped his hands and the maknae pouted before joining his own group, Dae clenched her hands together and avoid the burning gaze of Ji Yong. The leader of Bigbang was sitting in his assigned seat, arms crossed and stealing glances from Dae.
“You will be marked on three areas,” JYP began to explain, “Vocal, Rap and Dance but at the end you will be performing a cover and using all three,”
Dae nodded softly, she had a lot of confidence in the dance, but she didn’t know how they’d react to her position in the group being both main rapper and sub vocal. Tyler being here also made her nervous. The opposing groups rap line went first, even all through the performance she could still feel Ji Yong staring at her.
“T.K, Dae, Sin,” JYP stated, “You’re up,”
The three proceeded to stand up and stand in the middle of the stage, YG looked over them.
“Who’s the oldest?” YG asked.
“Me,” T.K answered, “I’m 22,”
“What’s your opinion on Dae as your leader?” YG asked, “Seeing as she is a much younger female,”
Dae glanced away slightly.
“She deserves to be our leader the most, she’s the hardest working,” T.K spoke honestly, “Her gender and age don’t matter, her experience does, and she has taught all four of us,”
YG nodded before looking at Tae Sin.
“And you’re opinion?” YG asked.
“I respect her,” Tae Sin answered, “None of us would have been able to make it this far without her,”
Dae stayed silent as YG judged over them, the CEO glanced over at JYP who gave him a smirk.
“Impress me,” YG stated.
Dae tapped her fingers against her leg as T.K began to rap line, T. K’s rap was harsh not only in lyrics but also given his deep voice. Just as Sin began his verse, Dae glanced at his brother who had Taeyang whispering something in his ear. She could not freeze now, as soon as Sin spoke his last word, Dae slipped between the two men and began her verse.
JYP, YG and Tyler all turned to the group in shock, Dae’s voice was feminine but it flowed perfectly among the masculinity of her fellow rappers. She hadn’t tried to make her voice deep or hide that she was in fact a female. As she ended her verse, the room was silent until Ji Yong and Seungri both began to clap from the audience.
“Jagi that was amazing!” Seungri yells.
Dae covered her face and turned away slightly, JYP and YG are both nodding slightly.
“Your fellow rappers were harsh and masculine which is good for a rapper, they perfected every beat,” YG began to explain, “I expected that when you came in, your voice would be too soft, but your voice didn’t clash, it actually flowed really well,”
“I..,” Tyler was silent for a moment, “T.K and Sin have extremely good rap vocals and they know how to use their voice but Dae...,”
Dae chewed the inside of her lip softly.
“You’re my little sister,” Tyler spoke, “You were so innocent and now I hear this and it’s betraying!”
Everyone starts laughing, Dae giggled as they sit down. The battle continues to flow on, Dae’s group perform their full performance and when it comes time to decide who wins. Dae is nervous again.
“Both groups were amazing,” Tyler states, “I’m having a hard time trying to decide myself, so I’ll leave it to YG and JYP,”
JYP and YG both looked at each other.
“Rebels,” YG nodded.
“Really?” JYP grinned.
“When you brought a mixed group in, I thought there was no way they could work together and have a good beat, but I have been proven wrong,” YG explains, “I had high expectations, but they were completely destroyed, especially the dance, I cannot wait to see what you’ve got seat up for BigBang’s new choreography,”
The group smiles brightly and bow to the CEO’s, the camera stops rolling and everyone takes half an hour to settle down. Ji Yong and Seungri both make their way towards Dae.
“You rap and sing?” Seungri beamed, “Jagi, That’s amazing!”
“Thank you Oppa,” Dae smiled, “We used to have a sixth member to do vocals, but she was kicked,”
“Are you coming over tonight to work?” Ji Yong asked anxiously.
“Of course,” Dae’s cheeks go slightly red, “I’m done with most of my work, so I’ll be able to again,”
“See you tonight, Jagi,” Ji Yong winked.
#g dragon#g dragon fanfiction#g dragon series#g dragon scenarios#g dragon imagine#kwon jiyong#kwon jiyong fanfic#kwon ji yong imagine#kwon jiyong series#bigbang#bigbang fanfic#bigbang imagine#bigbang fanfiction#bigbang series
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