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callsignbaphomet · 3 months

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About his status as a raider.

It's all he's really known. The recap is that his mother died when he was young, his dad wasn't in the picture (he basically dipped and got the fuck outta dodge) so he ended up living with his grandmother who then sold him to an older man around her age. Luckily this man turned out to be a pretty decent human being who was a raider in his younger days but saw that it was kind of a messed up thing to be with age. He took him in because he saw that the grandmother and him clashed a lot over a lot of things but more so due to his gender identity. He saw Angelus as yet another way to redeem himself in the eyes of society.

He taught him everything he knew and since he was a raider since he was a prepubescent boy all his knowledge was shaped by his life as a raider. He taught him how to fight, mostly using melee weapons (because you won't run out of bullets), hand to hand and how to pick any lock he came across. By melee I mean he taught him that anything is a weapon, by hand to hand I mean he taught him some of the most unfair, underhanded and dirtiest tactics he knew. Angelus has a small frame and is skinny af so there's not much physical strength (lol unlike the Oracle version but that's because he's a werewolf. Strong af twink only because he's a werewolf) so he taught him how to use speed and agility to his advantage.

The only thing he didn't teach him was how to read because he didn't know how. Angelus's mom started teaching him but she died and his grandmother had ZERO interest in him.

So when the old man disappeared and didn't come back he sought out the only people he knew of. He didn't know how to farm, didn't know how to fix things, didn't know anything except how to fight, steal, pickpocket and break into locked things and buildings. Despite never having been in a raider gang he knew everything about raiders. So with that knowledge he sought out a gang that lived not too far from where he and the old man lived. Basically uprooted his life and left.

He joined gang after gang after gang until a few years later when he was 25, he ended up as a member of The Pack, when a client of his (he earned for a previous gang as a prostitute) set up a meeting and he got in. It's all he's ever known and while it's all he's ever known he never bought into the raider mentality per say. You can almost argue that raiders are kinda cult like but he never "drank the kool-Aid" as they say. He traveled a lot to the Commonwealth but not exactly as a raider, just as a regular person tho that never stopped him from stealing anything that wasn't bolted down.

While in the Commonwealth he was passing by one of the settlements and two women were being chased by a very angry yao guai. He still has no idea why but he went to help the women and for his trouble he ended up with a gnarly set of scars all over his back followed by a massive infection that almost killed him. From that day on he befriended the two women, Ginger and her wife Genevieve, and as thanks they gave him his very own room in their settlement. So now he had an excuse to come and go to Boston and to be honest his friendship with Ginger and her wife grew strong and while he enjoyed having some (decent) friends he came clean and confessed he was a raider which was nuts to them because whenever he was in Boston he was always helpful, was kind and really protective of them. They overlooked that fact and kept the secret to themselves.

Yeah, he enjoys stealing shit, getting into fights, beating people up, giving the Minutemen as much trouble as he can but at the same time he sees it as just fun and games, like I said he doesn't think of raiding as some holy way of life like many of them do. He's even helped fellow raiders when they're in danger or need anything. Will gladly help them with anything that doesn't involve "raider things". For the most part most of the others see him as weird but because he enjoys doing what they do they just wave it off. He kinda walks the line between raider and wastelander fairly easily.

Now, when he first met Jelani he could'be just walked away but Jela was injured and Angelus could just tell there was something wrong with him so he was sympathetic to him (and to be very honest he thought he was hot so you know). He helped him by bringing him over to Ginger and Genevieve's settlement where they in turn helped him. Again, he could've walked away but it felt rotten to him to have left him there. He's also appreciative when others help him. Second time he ran into Jelani he helped him when some settlers caught him stealing shit.

This leads to him accompanying Jelani on a job to kill a Gunner and because he helped Jelani gave him half of the pay and that night Angelus kinda saw just how messed up Jelani was.

This leads nicely into MY personal problem with the world in FO in concern with raiders. FO treats people completely black and white. You're either a good guy or a bad guy. And I get that raiders are supposed to be these lower than low pieces of absolute shit that deserve to be killed on sight and for the most part a lot of them are but in my opinion not every raider is your run of the mill Cook-Cook (if you know you know).

Like I said before Angelus only knows how to express himself through physical affection + he's extremely hypersexual so his way of thanking Jela for saving his life was through sex which led to Jelani panicking when Angelus kissed and touched him, specifically grabbing him by the hips. That is a huge no-no for him. Doesn't matter how safe he feels with someone, doesn't matter how much he trusts someone. That is strictly off limits. So when Jela asked him to stop he stopped. Angelus is a raider, not a piece of a shit. He noticed Jelani went into a panic attack and helped him through it.

Third time they run into each other is after Jelani tried to do a sort of experiment that backfired horribly and it ended in yet another panic attack that dissolved into a massive mental breakdown. Angelus found him and a lot happened but Angelus felt that he needed to help him somehow and he tried to. From that moment on he didn't wanna leave Jela's side for a lot of reasons but one of them was definitely due to him feeling like Jela needed help and even though he wasn't sure of what he could do to help he still wanted to try.

Even though he's very well aware that he's caused his own share of misery with time he stopped doing a lot of "raiding" especially after that third encounter with Jelani. His alliances were, unbeknownst to him, switching and he was even considering staying in Boston indefinitely.

I still wanted to add Nuka World events into the timeline so I did and as a way to repay Angelus for all he did Jelani took up the massive chore of cleaning up the park and claiming it for the gangs. Angelus was ready to just quit, he found something better, but it did hurt him to see his gang and former home in the state that it was and Jela noticed. So both of them spent weeks taking on that task.

Now, in a sort of twist Jelani did this for two reasons: to repay Angelus and to keep him alive.

Jelani did some digging and found out that there had been plans to eventually move into the Commonwealth once the NW raiders sorted their shit out. He's not a raider, tbh he's hated them his entire life and he pretty much made it a career to kill 'em. Most of the jobs he was hired for were for killing raiders. So basically a contract killer in a sense. Sorta. He's killed raiders, Gunners, Triggermen and others not affiliated with any groups but had wronged someone in some way. After taking back the park he, Angelus and Varg made a contingency plan to make sure the Commonwealth had a fighting chance in case NW ever decided to set their eyes on Boston. Angelus was pretty much done with being a raider especially after meeting Loke and Uthorim.

He permanently moved to Ginger and Genevieve's settlement where he stayed with Jelani, Loke and Uthorim. There was a lot of distrust from Loke's part especially after people in the settlement found out he was a raider. Usually he would've just up and left but he stayed because at that point he and Jela were actually together and he cared enough about him to stay with him and try to earn the other's trust (in some cases re-earn).

Uth was the first to ease up on him. I think that makes sense given Uthorim's ability to be calm and collected enough to see things from different perspectives and let's be honest here he's a hell of a lot more mature than most others. When Uthorim started talking to him in a more civil manner and not as defensive as the others other people sort of started to take it down a notch. Even Loke came around when he saw how attentive he was of Jelani, even going so far as to knowing seconds before Jela would have a panic attack and helping to calm him which honestly impressed him. A lot. So he and Angelus had a talk in which he told him he was okay with him being with Jelani.

In turn Angelus grew to care about and love both Loke and Uthorim. Like this might sound corny but he really did get why Jela said both of them were really special and amazing people, even he came to be as protective of both of them as he was with Jelani. He still has a little bit of a raider in him but that's just because he's a little shit but he means no harm, at least not anymore. He's just trying his best with the family he gained.

#fo: Angelus tag #au oc things

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zaphffayrkunialofphinsfable · 1 year

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MILO WALKER

FULL NAME-Milo Walker

PRONOUNS-any pronouns

GENDER-unlabelled

SEX-afab

SEXUAL IDENTITY-unlabelled

ROMANTIC IDENTITY-unlabelled

NATIONALITY-English

AGE-17

OCCUPATION-artist, musician, marine biologist, earth scientist

BIRTHDAY-25th of July

LIKES-

—cats

—nature

—creativity

DISLIKES-

—being around loud people

—dogs

—twitter

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(BAD-stubborn, insensitive, always by the book, judgemental, often unreasonably blame themselves, overly humble, taking things personally, repressing their feelings, overcommitted, reluctant to change, too altruistic, unrealistic, self-isolating, unfocused, emotionally vulnerable, desperate to please, overly self-critical, arrogant, dismissive of emotions, combative, socially clueless, private, reserved, easily bored, dislikes commitment, risky behaviour, fiercely independent, unpredictable, easily stressed, overly competitive, fluctuating self-esteem, disconnected, dissatisfied, impatient, perfectionistic, stubborn, moody, overthinking, picky, uptight, indecisive, non-confrontional, self-pitying, vain, tactless, rebellious, naive, cold, workaholic, relentless, pessimistic, touchy, dry

MBTI-infj

D&D ALIGNMENT-ng

HOGWARTS-slytherin

NEURODIVERSIT(Y/IES)-autism

MENTALL ILLNESS(ES)-depression, anorexia

ZODIAC-

(SUN-cancer

(MOON-sagittarius

(RISING-virgo

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EYE COLOUR-blue

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HAIRSTYLE-long straight hair with fringe

HEIGHT-5’8

MAKEUP-n/a

PIERCINGS-studs

TATTOOS-n/a

CLOTHING-

(ACCESSORIES-pink beanie

(TOPS-black summer dress, baggy green day tee shirt, grey and blue baggy wooly jumper,�� green, blue, and red waterproof coat

(BOTTOMS-N/A

(SHOES-red vans

EQUIPMENT-sketchbook, rubber, pencil sharpener, pens, pencils, coloured pencils, notebook, olaroid camera, flash light, acoustic guitar, video camera, umbrella, guitar case, wallet, cigarettes, skateboard, baseball bat, ukulele, ukulele case

FRIEND(S)-Esther (they/them), Noa Hart (he/him), Callum Thatcher (he/him), Jesse Elsher (he/him), Loveland (he/him)

ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIP(S)-Esther (they/them), Hanah (ex, she/her)

FAMILY-

(PARENT(S)-Adam (dad, he/him), Liz (mum, she/her)

(GRANDPARENT(S)-Rick (grandad, he/him), Sofia (grandma, she/her), Karen (grandma, she/her)

(AUNT(S)/UNCLE(S)-John (uncle, he/him

(COUSIN(S)-Teya (she/they)

(SIBLING(S)-N/A

(CHILD(REN)-N/A

PETS-Twink (munchkin cat, he/him), Wilburtimor (tonkinese cat, he/him)

FAVOURITES-

(COLOUR-green

(SONG-Transmission by Joy Division

(MOVIE-The Breakfast Club

(TV SHOW-Grange Hill

(BOOK-

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trans-zhongli · 2 years

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sometimes a family can be a 6000 yr old gender dragon, a pathetic little ginger, a coffin salesman, and chronic pain if it was a twink

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tasmanianstripes · 3 years

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Redesigning characters is FINE. It's FUN. You need to fucking calm down if you think otherwise.

There's nothing wrong with that as long as it's not done to somebody's oc (without consent) or they don't imply it's "fixing" the characters.

Some artists like to see themselves as characters they love, so they'll change their skin colour or body type or ethnicity or something else about them. It's FINE, it's just done for fun, as long as it's not done for clout chasing (often done by people who, for example, are skinny but redesign characters to be fat just to seem progressive) and the artist doesn't say they're "fixing" them it's FINE.

Some media, like animation, are limited in the designs they can portray. Artists don't have the same limitations as animation or movies have, so it's fun to draw characters with more detailed designs! For example, MLP characters partly so simplistic in their design so it'd be easier to animate them, but when you don't have to draw them 25+ times just to make a second of animation then it's fine and FUN to make their designs a little more complex! Sometimes the designs that are intentionally simplistic for animation look boring or flat in drawing because it's a different medium, so artists might want to redesign them slightly so they look better for that specific medium!

HELL, sometimes artists just like having artistic freedom and like to redesign characters because they prefer that type of design choice. Sometimes, like in book series designs, artists like to be more original with their depictions of certain characters. I'm gonna draw Mapleshade as a white cat with black and ginger freckles instead of a mostly black calico, who the fuck cares!

IT'S NOT A BAD THING.

#thylacines can talk #'if i cant recognise the character in your artwork that means youre a bad designer' honey i very often dont recognise characters in art #because warrior cats has like one million grey cats with each artist having a slightly different interpretation of them. if i cant recognise #grey cat nr. 29463737 do yoh really think id care if it took me a few seconds to recognise that this ginger cat is actually bluestar?#also your designs have the same damn body type copy pasted with just different coat colours how about you better your designs before you #start preaching to us mx same face syndrome.#fucking hell unless i get any kind of context clues i already confuse brindleface ashfur and ferncloud in fanart frequently and as a child i #thought ravenpaw greystripe firestar and hollyleaf jayfesther lionblaze were all the same group of cats because i couldnt speak english and #they looked so similar in fanart. do you really think warrior cats has amazing original designs or do you just hate artists having fun and #artistic freedom? or are you just jealous because you're physically unable to draw two distinctly different cats unless you colour them?#also some cats have distinct features most artists keep so its not THAT hard to recognise them. like if its a twink with a spiked collar #theres a 99% chance its scourge regardless of if hes pure black or calico or fucking ginger and white #also i value artist's freedom over 'respecting' erin hunter's decisions when these idiots cant even seem to agree how their characters look #like who theyre related to or even how old they are or if they fucking died or not #you think im gonna respect the artistic decision of people who killed one cat off a bunch of times in different books because they forgot he #died or who changed a character's gender mid story because they forgot he was a she-cat or who lead to an entire fucking twitter discourse #because they cant remember what eye colour their god damn character has? huh??? you think im gonna listen to erin 'longtail is silver tabby #no hes beige no hes grey no hes-' hunter? that erin 'dovewing has 3 different eye colours' hunter? THAT erin hunter?#HA. no.

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andrew-minyards-bitch · 3 years

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Conversations Renee and Andrew definitely had

Andrew, struggling on basic grammar: how do you differentiate between man and men?

Renee: mEn has an E in it which stands for Ego that Every men have

Renee: mAn stands for Audacity that some may posses but are too cowardly to show it

Renee: what’re you eating?

Andrew: a Twix

Renee, under her breath: ya fucking twink

Renee, anytime Andrew says or does something problematic: did you know it takes zero dollars to shut up and think before you speak or do?

Andrew: pay for my silence

Renee: bitch you think you’re worth the money? Also I’m broke so,,

Dan: why the fuck are you sitting on the sofa like that?

Renee, with her legs spread wide on the sofa so Andrew wouldn’t have any room: huh? What do you mean?

Andrew, clingy on the left corner of the sofa like a cat because he refuses to admit defeat: we’re both gay :)

Dan, is tired: *l e a v e s*

Renee: I think that men should show emotions more specifically crying <3

Andrew: yes I agree, like in media or literature men not showing emotions and painting them as monsters is so shitty-

Renee, stares in “you didn’t let me finish talking”: not because of gender equality and all that shit but because I just like seeing them cry, I see a man in pain and I’m like good, suffer

Andrew: I- that works too

Renee: I am sick and tired of “men don’t feel emotions” bullshit when society literally allows men to weaponize their anger and let it out in ways that physically harm another human being and last I checked anger is an emotion

Renee: I hate men

Andrew: good more for me

Andrew: enemies to lovers is only good when it’s gay

Renee, sometimes his reading partner: exactly because if I wanted to see a man and a woman arguing I’d simply go downstairs and have dinner with Coach and Betsy

Andrew, has TikTok: I’m gonna marry your son, make him my husband

Renee, deadpans: Andrew- Neil is an orphan you know this

Andrew: it’s a TikTok sound??

Andrew and Renee had a Disney movie marathon:

Andrew: look I get that everyone is freaking out over Nick Wilde from zootopia but like are we not going to acknowledge that Robin Hood was the literal blueprint?

Andrew: see here; same ginger fur, green eyes, is a criminal and the government wants them, attractive personality, dry witty humor that makes them even hotter- they are literally the same person

Andrew: Robin Hood walked, he walked, he strutted that runway so that Nick Wilde could run

Renee: I? Just? Want to? Marry? Maid? Marian??

Renee, watching 2017 beauty and the beast while the beast is singing “evermore”: break a man to the point where he sings songs like this

Andrew, trying to vibe with the song: I’m begging you to not, please

Andrew: why has no one made a joke about Flynn’s late name?

Renee: you want to Ride his dick so bad don’t you?

Andrew: I want to get kidnapped

Renee, slightly concerned: why?

Andrew: cause if they decide to starve me then I can be skinny

Renee: why don’t you just try dieting?

Andrew, eating a tube of ice cream: no I’m good

Andrew: *sends ten paragraphs of love notes*

Renee: *talks about something that’s completely irrelevant*

Andrew: did you not read what I sent you?

Renee: bitch you think I’ve got the time??

Andrew: I want food

Renee: no starve

Andrew: I want food but I’m too lazy to get up and cook

Renee: you should get a sugar daddy and then I’ll get a sugar mommy so then we won’t have to do anything again

Andrew: *already downloading the app before Renee could finish speaking*

Renee: Andrew go shove the snow, help the workers out

Andrew: no that’s a buff lesbian’s job and looking at the both of us, it’s clearly not me

Renee: you lazy fuc-

Renee: I hate you!!

Andrew: okay?!

Renee: *gets 10 snacks and gives it to Andrew five minutes later* I love you so much you have no idea, you are the light of my life and everything about you makes me a better person

Andrew: I don’t know if that’s sarcasm or not but your mood switch is freaking me out

Andrew: can you try not killing me?

Renee, sparing partners check: can your face not look so annoying and punch able?

#96% of these came from me talking to myself and locking myself inside my room because I don’t like interacting with my family #but hey at least we got these gems #this is basically a look into my brain #also Renee and Andrew’s friendship is simply superior #hope this was an enjoyable read #I literally do not know what I wrote #this has been sitting in my drafts for four days now :)#andrew minyard #renee walker #aftg #all for the game #tfc #the foxhole court

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luckkythirt33n · 11 days

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NEIL BBY GIRL YOU ARE SENDING ME INSANE

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saurons-pr-department · 3 years

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I'm trans, and Mairon is my unrealistic transition goals. Due to body structure, I will never look like him, but I really want my gender to be ginger murder twink

Anon, I feel this with my whole soul 😔

#mairon #it really seems to be a Thing TM to feel gender envy towards mairon huh #anonymous #answered asks

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regy-is-edgy · 4 years

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Fruits Basket characters from someone who doesn’t know shit about the show

after adding the tags for these characters names I’m just,,, what?? They’re all related???? fucking what??? Is this a harem but with men?? Ouron Highschool Host Club, are you back to haunt me? My monkey brain did not expect this.

Anyway,

UwO 💞

Ouran High school Host club vibes. Tamaki?? Is this you???

Probably has a weird pimple he doesn’t want anyone to see

Cries when his natural hair grows back in

Bruce

Brooding but oblivious

All the girls want him but he just doesn’t know how to reply. Like “wow you’re pretty hot.” “Actually, it’s quite chilly in here.”

The waiter your mom thinks is cute

Rocker Kid ™️

Listens to “Stacey’s Mom” on repeat

Pretends he’s edgy with girls but is actually just a tsundere

“My main goal is to blow up, then act like I don’t know no bodayayayay”

Sweet Sweet Sugar Boy

Bottom vibes but would mercilessly fuck someone

Suga from Haikyuu but not athletic at all. Also probably a mom

He is so incredibly adorable,, I can’t,, I love he,

Sam (uel) (mantha)

I genuinely can’t tell what this one is so uhhh gender neutral names plz save me

The friend you protect from impure memes and internet things

probably has random intense moments where their face becomes a cursed image

Kikiyo

HER HAIR HER EYES HER SMILE FUCK MMM prettygorlprettygorlprettygorl

A woman of few words

please just love me

“Ugh.”

either has one friend who is his exact opposite or is friends with everyone and denies them all

Probably has moments where the animation pauses on his unmoving eyes for a solid 30 seconds and everyone knows exactly what it means every time no context needed

lowkey a twink and I’m here for it

The Ginger

“I-It’s not cause I like you or anything!”

Very protective of the people and things he loves

Predictable as hell

Amy

she totally beats up misogynists

Protective as fuck of her friends

Is probably the “sorry about him” character

“Mwahahaha”

This stance and hand thing and facial expression give me INTENSE dio Brando vibes

Seems like the character who gets the shit beat out of him by Amy

Probably uses children and sappy stories to pick up chicks

#shigure sohma #hatori sohma #hatsuharu sohma #yuki sohma #momiji sohma #saki hanajima #akito sohma #kyo sohma #arisa uotani #ayame sohma #fruits basket #anime

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ramblinganthropologist · 3 years

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N7 Challenge Day 2 - Science

Summary: If you think about it, Shepard is really Cerberus’ fucked up little science project. If Frankenstein’s monster got to complain a little about conditions, then Miranda’s can whine she left some nonessential parts in.

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As much as he hated what Cerberus had done with the place... maybe the top floor being his wasn't so bad after all.

Alistair sighed as the door slid shut behind him. Up here, he was finally alone. Nobody was staring at him like he had two heads or was gaping at the fact he should have been 6 feet under or in a jar. Better yet, nobody was asking him how he was going to stop the Collectors from abducting another human colony or what the next move is. Here he could relax and breathe a little.

Breathing... right.

“Ugh...” His shirt dropped to the floor as he examined his appearance in the mirror. There were new bruises, not quite broken ribs. He had been lucky this time according to a bemused Doctor Chakwas. She had told him before to go in for the surgery, but he hadn't gotten the chance before dying. Now...

He prodded his binder in the mirror. “I still have no idea why she kept these. Don't see how having a flat chest would make me any worse.”

Something something, exactly as he was supposed to be? It was bullshit if you asked Alistair. Of course, nobody was asking him. They probably figured it was good enough that he was alive. Why bother dealing with worrying about it, Commander Shepard was alive again.

Commander Shepard was also risking broken ribs every mission, thank you very much. Maybe the magic science bullshit wizards should have considered that when they were putting him back together.

He let both the matter and his binder drop, though one took a bit more effort. After changing, it was back to an oversized hoodie as he settled in to get some work done. On the bright side, he could breathe. Downside... everything else.

Hi, gender dysphoria. Apparently you were crucial to saving humanity or something.

He lost himself to his work, reviewing records and checking on possible colonies, for the better part of an hour. Alistair would have stayed longer – there was plenty of reports to sift through – but someone was knocking at his door. Like, actually knocking and not using their omni-tool to let him know they were there.

So... that narrowed things.

“Be right there, Bo!” His new joints didn't creak as he rose, but there was plenty of time for that. Besides, he made up for that with the glowing exposed implants sticking out of his jaw and forehead. It wasn't a pretty sight – though it may have been improved if he could've hacked the color to blue. As a pink-toned ginger, red was kind of overkill. Besides, blue was his favorite color and they were his damn life sustaining implants. If anyone got to pick the color, it was him.

But... he wasn't allowed to try changing the color. Something about maybe killing him. He had kind of lost focus during that conversation.

Speaking of – the door slid open, revealing his XO on the other side. Bo looked about as comfortable on the new Normandy as he was, and she cast a wary eye around as she entered the room. Then she looked towards the floor, and where his clothing still lay. Her lip curled at the sight of her binder, and he swore he saw murder in her eyes.

“You gotta be kidding me, they didn't deal with that while you were dead?!”

Alistair, despite everything, emphatically groaned. “No, they fucking didn't! I'm pretty sure I've got everything that came with the original hardware!”

They both shared a scowl as Bo took a seat on his bed. As she did, she tossed him her omni-tool. Unsurprisingly, it was broken again. What did catch him off guard was that it was the same model she had been using before he died.

There had to have been easy models between 2183 and 85...

“You've made it idiot-proof, don't think too hard about it.” Bo was still scowling. “Remind me to punch Miranda for her weird little science experiment when I see her again. She spent all that time on you and she couldn't make a few modifications?”

Alistair rolled his eyes as he started to tinker with the omni-tool. “With pleasure. If she could add an eye, I don't see why she couldn't figure out testicles. They didn't even need to work, I don't plan on having children.”

His XO snickered at that. “Not that you could have kids with a turian anyway. Pretty sure even Mordin couldn't get levo and dextro to gel.”

The mere mention of turians caused Alistair's face to turn scarlet. He ducked his head in the excuse of examining the details on the broken omni-tool. The screen was cracked, but he had a replacement for that. Mostly, it just looked like she had knocked the wires loose – probably punched someone a little too hard. His reinforcements probably came loose over two years. Easy fix.

Maybe he should just design a whole new one for her...

“Thinking about Garrus, huh?”

There was a teasing tone to Bo's voice that made his cheeks even redder. Alistair shot her a blank look as he reached for a small device in his toolbox. Even after the Normandy exploded, it was good to know someone had salvaged it.

After all, what would he do without his trusty work vibrator?

“I can't believe you actually still use that.” Bo's tone was flat as she watched him apply the vibration to check for weak spots. “You're such a fucking nerd.”

Alistair snickered as he looked up from his work. “Given what I'm working with -”

“Gross. Please tell me you got another one of those.”

No, but it wasn't like he got a lot of private time given how often he had to fix something or save somebody from certain doom so it was kind of low on his list of priorities. Besides, being zombie Jesus in N7 armor made that kind of purchase... awkward.

Like, who expects the risen Commander Shepard to walk in looking for a vibrator anyway?

“I don't need one for actual use right now, thankfully.” He whistled low once he spotted the problem. “Wow, you sure knocked this one loose. Another centimeter and the whole thing would have been a total loss.”

Bo sighed in relief. “Good thing I didn't hit that one krogan twice then.”

Of course she'd hit a krogan. She was always doing that.

“Next time, just use your biotics.” Alistair shook his head as he started the repairs. Honestly, it wasn't the ideal situation. He had picked his hoodie for size and comfort, but the problem was the sleeves were a little large on him and had a place he could stick his thumb through if he felt like it. Normally that was fine – hiding his hands was a plus sometimes – but it didn't work when he was soldering.

And... ok, maybe a hoodie with hamster ears wasn't the best tech wear.

At least Bo didn't laugh when he rolled up his sleeves and kept working. He didn't mind her presence either as he made sure the wires weren't going anywhere once she started swinging again. Something about having her on his bed, watching him work, was comforting. In a sense, it was home. Though Cerberus had tried, they hadn't quite figured out how to hit that for him in their mad dash to convince him to work for them. Just the fact they had left him a uterus was a black mark they were never getting rid of, the rest was just icing on the shit cake of why he would eventually be stealing their ship and hightailing it back to the Alliance with all their info.

What, Frankenstein's monster caused a little havoc in his day. Wasn't he entitled to do the same? He hadn't exactly been asked to be brought back to save the galaxy.

“Just a little more and -” the screen glowed to life under his hands. “There we go, it's working again!”

Almost immediately, a message started playing. “Commander Shepard, if you could meet me in-”

Shit. He knew that voice. One eye landed on his XO – she had already tensed up. Then there was something about reports needing to be filed and she might have been behind on doing that? Honestly, no surprises there; Bo was analog, so computers tended to break around her. They'd probably been doing it even more with the Cerberus agent on her back about it.

If he wasn't careful, she was going to break the omni-tool, and he was out of spare parts...

“Fuck off, Miranda. I'll get to it once the computer's fixed.” Bo reached over to shut off the link with surprising delicacy. She must have seen the fear in his eyes and held pity over his rebuilt form. “You think she'd get I hate her.”

He shrugged his shoulders as he started to clean. “Maybe she enjoys having an angry lesbian hating her.”

“Then she should love having a pissed off twink despising her.”

Despise – that was a good word. He'd accept it. It got close enough in his mind to how he actually felt as he swept away the remains of his repair project. With a clean work space, it was easier to think. Not that it was ever completely easy, but it helped.

Though... did he hear something about a broken computer?

“So do you want me to fix that or what?”

Bo responded by practically picking him up and depositing him on the bed. “I want you to get some fucking sleep. You look like death.”

“I slept for 2 years-”

“Then a few more hours won't bother you.” She shot him a look. “You can't fix everything. It'll be there when you get up.”

Alistair wanted to argue, but it was impossible. When Bo got like that, he didn't stand a chance. Most times, he didn't even try. Mostly he was just annoyed she had picked him up like he was his own damn hamster.

He was a fully grown man, damn it...

“Alright, I'll swing by when I wake up.”

Bo nodded and started to retreat. “See you when you do. I'm going to go punch Miranda in the face for the uterus bullshit.”

Honestly, he wasn't sure if she was being serious as the door closed around him and the light dimmed. EDI had probably been listening in by then. It kept him from having to get up as he pulled off his hoodie and crawled under the blanket.

That was something else he would have to see to when he woke up. In a weird way, it was ironically appropriate. After all, Miranda's monster was going to have to go save Miranda from the angry villagers.

That, or Miranda's monster could just sleep a little longer. Being brought back from the dead was exhausting work. Maybe a nap wasn't such a bad idea after all...

#n7month #ramblinganthropologist's writing #Alistair Shepard #Bo Peep Shepard

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Kord Center Mall: Rose Takes Bart to a Rave

Rating: Explicit (there’s smut, and drug use, and lots of swearing)

Fandom(s): Mass Effect, DC Comics

Ship: JayRose (Jason Todd/Rose Wilson)

AO3 Link: Here

Summary: Even the best-made plans go sideways, sometimes.In which Rose plans to have a good time with her NOT boyfriend, but ends up watching over the most annoying and most adorable kid working at Kord Center Mall.

Note: This is a cross over, mall-verse AU concocted by @scifi-ginger and myself. You’ve been warned.

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Rose Wilson has three stops she makes on her hour-long lunch break. How she managed to get an hour instead of 30 minutes like most part-timers, no one seems to know. Her desk partner, Cassandra Sandsmark--regular employee of the month and all-around wonder girl, has definitely noticed, and she protests every time Rose leaves. Their manager likes Rose, so he never says anything. Or maybe he’s terrified of her dad like everyone else. Getting into his scheduling software is easy enough, especially since he has the password on a sticky note behind his monitor. It’s not Rose’s fault if he doesn’t bother to memorize it.

First she goes to Joey’s counter at MAC. For someone who’d rather sign than talk, Joey sure sells a lot of beauty products. It’s probably the way he smiles at his customers, giving them bedroom eyes regardless of their gender. When Rose spots him, he’s chatting up some twink who has trouble standing still. Joey lays a steadying hand on his shoulder, applying the liquid eye liner like he’s still in art school. He waves at Rose when he’s done with the makeover, walking the guy over to the counter to what’s surely going to be a big sale. When the customer signs his receipt, he also jots down his number. Taking the receipt, Joey nods at the guy, then at Rose.

“Oh! Sorry. Didn’t realize you’d been waiting.” The twink stumbles out of the store, leaving Joey and Rose alone at the counter.

Joey punches the guy’s number into his phone and Rose rolls her eyes. Her brother sets his phone down, and his hands flurry into signs. “What? Was it something I said?”

Rose leans across the counter, so his co-worker can’t hear her talk. “Really? Are you going to seduce every single person who comes in here?”

Waving his hand dismissively, Joey snorts. “He was cute.”

“You say that about everyone, Joey. And I won’t let you tarnish my reputation as the skankiest Wilson.”

Leaning back towards her with a wicked gleam in his eye, Joey slaps his hand on the counter. “I’m pretty sure Pop has us both beat there.”

“Gross.” Rose starts to walk out, but her phone pings.

I still want Vega’s number.

Rose turns back to face him, grinning widely as she moonwalks out the store. “Fucking a personal trainer won’t get you a free membership!” She calls out.

Joey’s hands move so big Rose is convinced the department store across the hall can see. “But it will get me some exercise!”

Shaking her head, Rose moves on to the crystal shop three doors down. Rachel, or Raven, as most call her, is busy ringing someone up, so Rose peruses the tea selection. She isn’t really sure what to make of the supernatural or the paranormal, to be honest, but she humors her friend--getting palm and tarot readings from her so Raven can practice. Every so often she’ll even join her meditation sessions, though Rose has the worst time sitting still. Her latest mantra is “I’d rather be punching a bag” over and over until Raven shoves her away.

Ignoring the names of the teas, Rose takes her time sniffing each jar for the one’s that’ll taste best. She picks one up that smells like almost nothing. What’s the fucking poi--

“I don’t think you need anything for erectile dysfunction.” Raven drawls from behind her. “If you do, we really need to talk.”

“Jesus.” Rose jumps a little, slamming the lid back down. “You’ve got to stop doing that.”

“Are you actually going to buy something, or are you just here to fuck off?” Raven folds her arms, eyeing Rose with a smirk.

“What’s a good compliment to some dank weed?” Rose leans back against the shelves, jostling several jars in her wake.

Raven scoffs, but digs out a couple jars, pushing Rose out of the way. “What does Joey think about you partying with the mall’s resident bad boys?”

“And girl.” Rose holds up a finger like a kindergarten teacher. “Don’t forget the girl.” As if anyone could forget Jack Nought. With her mohawk and tats, she looks like she walked off the set of Mad Max. Maybe she did. Jack can do whatever the fuck she wants. “And Joey trusts me to take care of myself.” She pokes Raven in the nose. “Unlike some people.”

“Har har.” Raven waves her off like a fly. “And your dad?” Her voice lightens, and her eyebrows knit together, all airs of indifference falling away. She moves behind the counter, measuring and weighing the ounces of tea, only to toss the generous amounts in the bags anyway. Samara lets Raven do what she wants, too. They should start a club.

“He can go fuck himself.”

“You know, I have an extra room available if you--”

“Don’t.” Rose eyes the register to see what total Raven rang up, and slams extra down on the counter.

“Fine.” Raven starts to count out her change. Rose leaves before she can put it in her hands. Good thing she was already on her way to the punk store.

Jack is chewing and blowing bubblegum when Rose walks in. “Hey fucker,” she calls out affectionately.

“Fuck you too, Jack.” Rose circles the counter, squeezing Jack’s butt in her usual greeting--her eyes searching the merchandise.

“Looking for Jason?” Jack slaps her ass in reply. He’s running inventory in the back.”

“No, your other boy toy.” Rose quips as she heads towards the backdoor. She’s not allowed back there, but she’s on good terms with the management team.

Jason is waist deep in open boxes when she finds him. “Hey asshole,” she says to his back as he studies his clipboard.

“Jesus.” Jason slips and falls back against one stack of merchandise. His clipboard goes flying. Peanuts rain down on their heads. “Hey bastard.”

Rose picks the peanuts from her hair, squishing one between her fingers. “Excuse me? You’re the one who’s adopted.”

Jason pulls her down with him. “You’re the one who disowned her dad.”

Plastic bags squeak underneath their feet as she settles down next to him. “He deserved it.” Next to Jason isn’t close enough. Rose crawls into his lap.

“Rose, I’m a little--”

“Busy?” Her breath ghosts across his lips. “Not busy enough.” His body always feels so warm beneath her hands.

Jason’s lips part, and his hand wanders back and forth across the top of her shoulder, like he can’t decide between pushing her away and pulling her closer. “Jack will kill us if she finds us goofing off.”

“Since when do you care about the rules?” She kisses him once, long and slow, one hand scratching the back of his neck. “And she won’t kill me. I’m on break.”

Jason swears. “I’m already behind today.”

“Does that mean yes?”

“You asked?” He kisses her this time, pulling her tight against him. They fit together like puzzle pieces.

Rose trails her other hand down his side, sliding it between them. She drinks in his groan, sliding her tongue into his mouth, and her hand into his hoodie pocket.

Jason seizes her wrist, pulling away from her mouth. His breath comes out ragged. “Really?”

Sitting back, she pouts. “Empty? Nothing? Nada? Zilch?”

“I’m working.”

“Not even one joint? You disappoint me, Todd.”

“I’m not going to get arrested at work, Wilson.”

“At least tell me there’s a party this weekend.” Rose traces the lines of Jason’s jaw. She could do it all day. It’s not her fault he’s so easy on the eyes.

Jason leans back against the boxes, pulling Rose with him. “Mm. I think there’s a rave.”

Grinning slowly, Rose braces her hands on either side of his head, letting her hair drape around their faces. “Please tell me we’re going.”

“Oh, I’m sure we’ll get a group together.” He slides her hoodie’s zipper down. “Get a couple cars going.” His eyebrows scrunch together as he grins up at her. “Shouldn’t you be thinking about right now?”

“Depends.” Her hand slides underneath his hoodie and his shirt, shivering at the way his skin jumps. It should be illegal for someone to be this perfect. “Is it going to be more fun than this weekend?”

Jason rolls them over, pushing her shirt up. “Depends.” He lavishes her middle with kisses. “On.” A breath. “Where your head's at.”

If anything, Rose doesn’t like where her thoughts are headed. It’s all too easy to imagine dinner dates and long walks on the beach, or whatever it is couples do. So, she plays with the hair on the back of Jason’s head as he makes his way lower and lower. No matter what happens, no one can take this moment from them--from her. Maybe Jason’s right.

“Rose?” Jason’s hands let go of her jeans, and he’s watching her. Shit.

Shaking it off, Rose pulls him back to her. “C’mere.” Her lips crash into his, biting his bottom lip until he hisses into her mouth. “You’re short on time, right?” She slides her hand down, unbuttoning his jeans.

It’s a bold face lie and they both know it. “Yeah.” Jason gulps, sliding his hand inside her jeans. He pauses at what he finds or doesn’t find there. “Rose?”

“Shhh.” She shoves her jeans down, guiding his fingers. “It won’t take long, I promise.” Rose grins against his lips. “Especially with you.”

Jason’s kiss is a little too tender, his touch a little too reassuring, so Rose goes in hard. Her lips crash into his and she bites his bottom lip. As he moans into her mouth, she yanks his jeans out of her way, feeling along his length.

“Mm.” Rose tugs his ear lobe between her teeth, shivering at his sharp breath in her hair. “You are all I need right now. Just you.”

“Fuck, Rose.” Jason rocks into her hand, gripping her shoulders hard. “I need you, too.” He just manages to get beneath her underwear again, snickering between moans. “That’s more like it.”

“Nng.” Rose leans her head against Jason’s shoulder as his knuckle digs against her clit. It slips a little against her soaked skin. This is what she needs. “Just like that.” Panting, she bites his neck where it meets his shoulder.

Jason shakes, shakes under her touch. “Rose--” Her name isn’t a question this time. It’s a plea.

Rose snickers. “You want me?” Fuck, the way he whimpers as she shoves his underwear down. “You need me?”

“Rose, please.” Jason kisses her hungrily, fumbling as he pulls her underwear past her hips.

Swallowing hard, Rose digs through his pockets until she finds what she’s looking for. There. She grins, holding up the condom where Jason can see. He nods, and she slides it on him. Together they slide him inside her, and together they are a mess of limbs and teeth.

“Oh, fuck.” Rose whimpers, falling back against one of the stacks. It’s a little soon and a little rough, but it’s exactly what she needs right now. “Fuck, yes.”

“Y-yeah.” Jason drives into her, gripping her hips so tight she’ll have bruises later. He bites her neck, marking her in kind. Oh fuck, the boxes are going to fall over.

Moaning into his ear, she slides her fingers beneath his shirt, skimming her nails down his back.

“Rose,” he gasps. Now it’s a statement. A warning.

“Jason, I need--” Rose whimpers. She’s so close.

“Shh.” He catches her lips, taking her hand and putting it between them.

Rose circles her clit quickly, closing her eyes as Jason pulses inside her. His fingers slide over hers, and he pants into her neck as her world tilts on tilts on its axis.

Seconds, minutes, hours? Later she turns her head and finds him lying next to her, and they snicker together. Rose pushes a sweaty lock of hair out of his eyes.

“How the fuck am I supposed to work after that?” Jason traces her bottom lip with his finger.

“There’s a Starbucks across the hall.” Ah fuck. There’s that feeling again. Rose kisses his finger once, then sits up, grabbing her clothes and throwing them on. “What time on Saturday?”

Jason blinks up at her, pushing himself off the floor. “....Eight, I guess? It’s out of town.”

Rose snatches one last kiss from his lips. “See you then, asshole.”

“Catch you later, bastard.”

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Fuck him. Fuck Jason Todd. Fuck his entire fucking family. Rose stares down at her phone, the bass of the warehouse thumping even from across the field-turned parking lot.

“What’s wrong?” Bart leans over her shoulder, reading Jason’s text message.

Stuck at Bruce’s party. I’ll make it up to you later, I promise.

Rose swats him away. “He fucking bailed.”

Jack and Roy had already gone inside. They wouldn’t be able to find them til sunrise. And Jason wasn’t coming. That just left her and Bart “I can’t shut up” Allen. Two hours in the backseat doing her best to ignore him. Oo! What music are you listening to? Can I share? Lemme make you a playlist. Do you like Kesha? I LOVE KESHA. Rose didn’t even need to respond. He’d just keep talking.

“Jason bailed? What happened? Was it one of those Wayne Manor parties? Maybe we should go there.”

“It’s two hours away and we’re not invited, dumbass.” Rose made her way to the door. “You got your ID?”

“Well. Oh! You mean that ID.” Bart waggled his eyebrows. “Yeah. Tim made me one.” He pulled it out, waving it in front of her face.

“Gimme that.” Rose eyed it. “No way you’re passing for thirty.” She shoved it in her pocket.

“But how am I going to get inside?” He trailed after her.

“Lemme worry about that.” Rose spun around, and Bart ran into her. “But you need to let me do the talking. Kay?”

“Kay.”

“How’d you get invited, anyway?” Rose stomped toward the doors, doing her best to put on a winning smile. She needed something good, stat.

“Oh! Tim invited me. But he had to go to Bruce’s party too.”

“So I get to babysit you instead. Fucking fantastic.”

“Hey! It’s not my fault Jason flaked.”

Rose stopped, glaring at him. “I was supposed to get high and laid tonight. But no. I get stuck with you.”

Bart flushed as red as his hair. “I mean. You still c-can. I won’t stop y-you.”

“Wally would turn me into a statue and put me in a museum, so no. That’s not happening.” The Wayne boys owed her big time.

“ID’s?” The bouncer shined a flash night near their faces, eyeing them.

Rose pressed her ID into the guys hand, biting her grin. “Hey there.”

The bouncer smirked. “Who’s the kid?”

“Oh, him? He’d just here to drive us home. Just got his license, right Bart?” Rose giggled. “Hey, you busy later, or--?” She swiped the sharpie from his pocket, scribbling a phone number on his arm.

“Have fun. But keep him out of trouble.”

Rose threw him a mock salute, shoving Bart inside before the bouncer could change his mind. “Whew. Okay. Just promise me you won’t do anything--”

“Oo. What’s this?”

Turning around, Rose caught Bart popping a brightly colored pill into his mouth. “Bart, no!” Shit shit shit. She grabbed his wrist.

Bart’s throat bobbed as he swallowed. “Too late.”

“You don’t know what’s in that!” Fuck. Wally was going to kill her.

“I’ll be fiiine. You worry too much. Let’s dance!” Bart tugs her to the middle of the room, oblivious to the strangers he’s running into. Yup. If Wally doesn’t kill her first, Bart is first on her shit list.

At least the music’s nice--loud and thrumming through her entire body. She would almost enjoy it, if it weren’t for the looming feeling of shit about to hit the fan. It’s one thing if Rose gets high and gets sick and wakes up in the ER--Bart’s just a kid.

After a few songs, Rose starts to think maybe Bart just found some candy and is just messing around to piss her off.

Then he steps inside her bubble. She can’t hear what he’s saying, so Bart yells in her ear. “You’re really pretty.”

Fucking fantastic. “And you’re high. Fuck off.”

Bart moves back, only to dive in closer, tripping over Rose’s feet. “This stuff is great. I can see why you wanted it. I can fly.” He scrunches his nose. “No. I could run. Run right across the ocean something.”

That’s a mental image that will haunt her later. “You’re not even close, kid.” It’s then Bart decides to grind up against some dude twice his age. It’s then Rose decides to steer him outside.

“Ro-ose.”

“Shove it, Bart. We can still hear it out here.”

“Oo. It’s so nice and cold out here. You’re right.” Rose has to peel herself out of his hug. He only hugs her again, spinning them around. “You’re the best.”

“And you’re still high.” How long does that shit last, anyway? Time drags on so much longer when she’s sober.

“Noooo. I mean it.” Bart pokes her nose. “You’re watching out for me. You’re like my big sister.”

“Your big sister that will kill you if Wally doesn’t get to you first.”

Bart stares at her jacket, running his finger along stitching on her sleeve.

“You okay?” Rose has no idea how it’s possible, but quiet Bart is worse than talkative Bart.

“You got any gum?” Bart doesn’t wait for her answer, digging through her pockets until he finds some. He then unwraps the rest of her back before shoving it in his mouth.

“Yeah, sure. Have some gum.” It’s going to be a long night--Rose can tell.

“Got any water?” Bart fiddles with the zipper on her pocket. “I’m so thirsty. Do you get thirsty on this stuff?”

Rose groans, dragging him back inside. “Let’s find you some gatorade.”

------

Hours, maybe centuries later, Bart sits with Rose outside, snuggled up to her as close as he can get. Her tiny leather jacket doesn’t really work as a blanket for them both, but it’ll have to do. “Still cold?” She asks.

Bart’s voice is muffled against her collarbone. “Yeah. But it’s better.”

Rose rests her chin on top of his head, rubbing her head down his back. She’ll probably never know what having a little brother feels like, but this will do. Damnit. Bart might be the stupidest little fuck, but he’s her stupid little fuck and she will fucking murder anyone who hurts him. Her knuckles will have bruises by morning, but she’ll feel better than the creep with the freshy broken nose.

“Rose?” Bart sighs, and Rose feels him tremble.

“Yeah?”

“You ever like someone who didn’t like you back?”

Rose chews her lip, remembering Dick and his impossibly blue eyes, and his stupid grin. How she’d move the world for him and he’d still just pat her on the head like she was his kid sister. Bart didn’t need to know about that. “Yeah.” The whole world didn’t need to know it either.

“Why does it hurt so much?” Bart breathes in like there’s ice in his lungs.

“Fuck, Bart. What did you take?” Rose tilts his chin up, studying his face, as if that will give her a good answer. It won’t.

“No. I mean. When you lo--like someone, and they think you’re best friends. Why does it have to hurt like this?” Bart sniffs. “How do you people deal with this all the time?”

Rose stares at him. Not once has she ever seen Bart cry. Bart isn’t the kind of kid who knows how to cry--not because he’s some bro-ner clutching his man card. Sadness and Bart just don’t go together. He has one mode, only one, and that is pure joy and smiles and energy that usually makes Rose want to hurl. What the hell happened to the kid who came with her to the rave? Only when her mouth feels dry does Rose realize that her jaw fell open. She snaps it back shut. “Do you need me to kill someone?”

“What? No. No. He’s perfect. He just doesn’t like me back.” Bart shakes, vibrating through his entire body. “Of all people I could finally fall for--why’d it have to be him?”

“Him, huh?” Rose smirks, handing him yet another tissue. “Do I know this him?”

A sniff. “Yeah. I think he parties with Roy and Jason sometimes.”

“That really narrows it down.” Rose rolls her eyes.

“He’s got this great tan, and he always smells like taco seasoning.”

“So romantic.”

“And when he speaks Spanish it’s like--” Bart laughs “my brain finally stops, you know?” He stares up at the sky as if the object of his affection can be found among the constellations. “I used to think he looked kind of funny, I mean, who spends that much time on their hair? But now? I can’t stop thinking about how I want to mess up that hair. Run my fingers through it, I mean.”

“Wait. Jaime? The kid who works at Taco Bell?”

“You’re the same age as him.”

“Yeah, but the way he kisses R--never mind.” Rose coughs. “Have you told him yet?”

“Told him what?”

“Told him how you feel?”

“Jaime? No. No. I can’t.” Bart jumps out of her arms, pacing back and forth so fast he almost seemed like a blur in the low light.

Rose smirked. “You both speak English, you both work at the same mall. There is no reason you can’t tell him you want to jump his bones.”

“But what if he doesn’t like me back? He’s my best friend Rose! What if it gets weird??”

“Then find someone else to bang?”

“I can’t.” Bart stops, biting his lip so hard it turns white. “...This isn’t so easy for me.” He scratches his scalp, his skin turning as red as his hair. “The last time I dated a friend...he didn’t feel the same way. And now it’s weird.” Bart sniffs.

Oh no. Not again. “Bart--”

“I can’t lose Jaime like that.” And there he goes. “I don’t want to.”

“Oh Bart.” Rose hugs him, patting the back of his head. He’s probably going to outgrow her in a year. “It’s gonna be okay.”

“I hardly ever feel this way about anybody. I just--”

She pulls away enough to stare him in the face. “Bart. You work at Kord Square. Everyone there is queer. You have lots of friends.”

“But--”

“Bartholomew Henry Allen II, you will be fine. I promise. Let’s go hang out in the car, yeah?” Bart mutters an okay, rubbing his eyes, and Rose guides him back, a plan already forming in her mind. She can practically see the outcome. Those two love birds won’t know what hit them.

#oops this was supposed to go out three weeks ago my bad #kord center mall #dc comics #jayrose #jason todd #rose wilson #joey wilson #jack nought #bart allen #melody writes

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