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List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox of the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals and followers ❤️

Note: Sorry this took me so long to answer! Five Things that Make Me Happy: 1.) The love of my life, @mistermegee I could write a college thesis paper on how much mistermegee/cal means to me and I love him with all my heart and soul. 2.) Any pet I've ever have, do have, and will have. I'm an animal lover (horses, owls, and rats are my favorite animals). Presently Cal and I have two cats, Pumpkin and Navi and they're both little furballs with some sassy personalities. 3.) Music: Music is another big part of my life. I was first Clarinet in middle school though I left band by the time I entered high school because I didn't know how busy I would be and kind of regret not sticking with it. I also tried learning guitar but my fingers just don't want to cooperate. I was also a metalhead in high school but have since expanded my enjoyed genres but still don't overly enjoy pop or top 40 playlist groups. Some songs are good but pop music is too peppy for me. 4.) Video games, comic books, & horror content : I'm lumping these together since they usually fall under the class of media. Video games are a big part of my life (I have a sleeve tattoo dedicated to Dragon Age that I still need to have work done on.) All three of these subjects inspire me in my writing and world building for an interactive fiction I'm developing (very slowly developing to be clear). I even enjoy bad and classic horror movies. 5.) My hobbies!: This is probably the widest group of things that make me happy. Art and writing top this list, of course. Art, like music, is a huge part of my life. I've been drawing since I could hold a pencil and get my hands on some paper. I don't write as much as I should but god, in high school I had notebooks filled with a story I was working on (it was heavily inspired by isekai anime) but never finished. I also enjoy reading, crocheting, beading/jewelry making, and crafting/learning new crafts. Dungeons and Dragons is also a huge inspiration to my interactive fiction and I am getting back into playing Magic: the Gathering. Thrifting vintage items is also a hobby of mine along with collecting cool and eccentric items. Gardening brings me peace of mind and I'm very proud of my collection of plants that I tend to and I work hard to learn how best to care for them. Right now I'm learning how to best prune some of my plants that have gotten a little carried away with their growth. This year I'm going to attempt to grow my own crop of potatoes! I live in a building complex, so most of my food gardening has to be in containers/buckets but that's just fine with me! There are probably so many other things I could get into that make me happy when it comes to my hobbies, so I only included the big ones that I'm currently focused on. Thank you for sending me this ask and I hope you know a little more about me now. ^^ Have a great day!

[openbook-izel]

Flying Home || Taylor and Izel

Taylor and Izel reunite in a scene that is 80% cuddles and 20% snow. If you don’t know their dynamic, Taylor’s homecoming gives a good summary (x), but for a snapshot of their relationship, look here. (It’s cute)

Vick’s vaporub was decidedly not helping. Nor were the dozens of mints she sucked on a regular basis. The scan Regan had recommended had happened, she was just waiting for the analysis, and hoping that her brain wasn’t actually developing  more quirks than, well, it usually had. Izel hissed at customer’s face and quickly apologised, handing the book she was explaining over with glee. They were new, or possibly from Ashford, but were sweet and attentive as she talked through an entire list of books that were preteen girl friendly, that didn’t revolve around romance. Compared to the overpowering smell of petrol and cinnamon that she was dealing with on a regular basis, the waft of sea air that came in with a new customer through her door was nothing, although the wind didn’t usually blow so strongly that she could taste the sea from here. “I’ll be with you in a m-” Her eyes looked up to see the mesmerising airy aura that was different than she remembered, but heartwarmingly familiar. Izel’s face split into a wide grin and she waved frantically before turning back to her customer. “Do you mind if I leave you with these to think for a moment? Feel free to read the first few pages, see if it’s what you’re looking for!” She waited for the middle aged man to nod, and barely waited a second to sprint across the store and up to Taylor, pausing for a second out of habit before throwing her arms around her in a hug that spun both of them around. Her hands pressed hard against Taylor’s back, and a couple fingers deliberately encroached on the back of Taylor’s neck, just because she could.

Taylor was nervous, to say the very least. No, nervous was a huge understatement. She was terrified to step foot back in Mystery Loves Company, choosing to stay rooted on the sidewalk across the street instead for the time being. She’d gotten out of her truck and instead of heading in, just stood there, staring at the storefront. Izel had said she wasn’t mad but...it was hard to believe that when she had every reason to be. Arms crossed, she gripped the sleeves of her leather jacket. But she quickly realized she couldn’t stay out there forever, especially as the wind and snow started to pick up outside. She’d be flying for a whole different reason if she didn’t get inside, so she swallowed her fears down like a hard lump and marched inside. The ring of the bell on the door, which was usually inviting, felt like she’d set off an alarm. It didn’t take long for Izel to notice her walk in, and when she saw Izel smile, most of her fears melted away as quick as the snowflakes stuck in her hair were. She stood there awkwardly until Izel started sprinting toward her, clapping hands on her back with a smack against the leather. She had to steel herself as she felt Izel touch the back of her neck, but the process of bottling up her abilities had become mostly second nature at this point. A process he barely had to think about. Barely. “Hello to you too,” Taylor chuckled, wrapping her arms around Izel in turn.

Izel’d only ever gotten to hug Taylor once before, and that had been so gentle and carefully calculated, and now she’d thrown almost all caution to the wind, clinging on as tight as possible. The snowstorm had made it darker than it should have been for the time of day, and she could see the faint outline of Taylor’s silhouette in the glass, but she’d have to look hard to spot any tell tale signs that she wasn’t exactly who Izel thought she was. After a tight, long hold, she pulled away, not letting go of Taylor’s shoulders, covered in familiar black leather, just staring. “Wow, you look like a sunset,” she whispered reverently, eyes tracing the rich oranges and blues that had emerged in the year Taylor had been away. It was still stained black, that would never change, and while it wasn’t bright, it wasn’t the black cloud it had once been. “And I guess the rest of you looks alright too. You’ve, you’ve cut your hair, I can tell because it isn’t shoulder length, you’re rocking the pixie cut and it looks -raspberries- great! And your taste in leather jackets is still going strong, yep, and that eyepatch? Definitely an upgrade, and wow my brain is yelling at me to shut up right now and yet my mouth just isn’t co-operating, not one bit. Wow.�� Izel’s face was aiming for a bright shade of red by the time she slowed down. “You’re so… you. You’ve got your muchness. Wow, you’re really back.”

Taylor couldn’t help but chuckle and grin like an idiot as Izel started to ramble. “Hope a sunset is a good thing,” she mused, very aware that Izel was still touching her shoulders, feeling anchored by the weight of her hands there. The rambling continued, and Taylor felt herself blushing as Izel brought attention to every little bit of her. As Izel started to wind down, Taylor reached out and touched Izel’s face for a moment. “Glad you haven’t changed a bit,” she said, letting her teeth show when she smiled this time instead of her usual tight-lipped grin. She peeled her gaze off of Izel’s eyes and glanced around the store. The smell of old books and leather filled the air just like she’d remembered. It was like walking into a memory.

“It’s you, it could never be a bad thing,” Izel replied giddily. One hand jerked backwards and pushed a little too hard into Taylor’s shoulder for Izel’s liking so she dropped it to her side, letting it tic away at it’s own pace. “Careful, you’ll burn yourself,” she joked, referring to how hot her cheeks felt after that whole word vomit. An eyepatch upgrade, geez. A gentle cough had her turn back to where Reece was standing behind her, immaculately dressed as ever. They were quite the pair; him in his suits and her in a long skirt with as many colours as an autumn forest.

“Miss Izel, we should close up early, while it’s still safe for our patrons to get home.” For someone who looked so frail, his voice was low and no nonsense, and she knew from experience that behind his stuffy, Scribey appearance, he had more wire to him than you’d think.

“Right! Good idea! I’ll see if there’s anyone down in our special collections section.” He nodded and gave Taylor a curious look before turning to softly encourage a couple customers home. As he was still in earshot, Izel gestured at him and then covered her eyes with one hand in an explanation to Taylor. No one else called it the special collection, but he was seriously blindfolded in a lot of ways. “Coming?” She asked, practically skipping as she headed to the back, to the wide, open stairs. “Oh man, I have no idea where Reza is, but he’d love to see you, I bet. Ugh, I can’t believe you’re really here!”

Taylor was startled by the sudden appearance of a man dressed like he was on his way to a wedding. Or a funeral. She couldn’t really tell. By the way he was talking to Izel, Taylor could only guess that this was Reece, the dude from the other dimension that Izel was talking about. God, Taylor still couldn’t wrap her head around how this town had found a way to get weirder. As he mentioned the snowstorm outside, Taylor turned to glance out the front window, seeing the bed of her truck already full with a towering snowdrift. Great. She turned around to be greeted by an odd look from Reece, and only narrowed her eye at him in return before following Izel to the back of the store. “Reza’s not here? Damn. Wanted to see the kid. Hope he’s not gettin’ caught in this storm.” Taylor had realized that she’d become much more of a ‘mama bird’, for lack of a better description, since she’d been with the colony. There were a lot of smaller sirens there, with parents like her mom, though they’d at least had the sense to drop them off with people that could teach them and not leave their fate up to a shitty little crystal.

“I mean, he might be? I haven’t -raspberries- been upstairs in a few hours, he could be chilling with Zaskia - the cat - upstairs for all I know.” Izel looked around, frowning at the weather around the store, and sent Reza a quick worried text, just in case. “We’ll see what he says. He might be at Bridget’s or someone else that he could stay with if he gets stuck.” She hopped down the stairs, looking around for the tell tale sign of an aura or the sound of someone perusing. The issue was that vampires were quiet and dead, so as she searched, she called around “Hey, we’re closing so everyone can get home safe! I promise all these books will be here when we open again!” No answer. Izel looked back at Taylor and her face lit up again, remembering all over again that her friend was back and was here. But the storm was brewing. “Um you probably don’t want to get trapped either, right?”

At the mention of Bridget, Taylor chuckled. “Ain’t that the dragon girl?” Probably rude of her, but….come on now. Dragons? She took a quick look around the back room as Izel called out, but nobody to be found. “Reza’s makin’ friends though, right? After Heath? Know that asshole had him cut off from everybody. Kid’s a sweetheart under all that, probably cravin’ attention.” She returned to her spot behind Izel after she was satisfied she didn’t see anyone around. “Know it from experience.” Taylor glanced back toward the front of the store where she could barely see the windows, and those windows just looked as solid white as a sheet of paper from all the snow. “Rather be trapped here than a crappy ass motel,” she said, turning back to Izel with a grin. “If you don’t mind me staying, that is.”

“Yeah. She’s sweet though, and cute. And believing in dragons isn’t as weird as believing in the non existence of things right in front of you, like our favourite medical examiner. I pick my battles.” Izel shrugged, looking around one last time before making the treck upstairs. “I think so? There’s also a guy, who I haven’t met, nor do I know anything about him, so we’ll see how that goes.” She could hear the uncertainty leaking into her voice. It was really, really fast. But she’d promised she wouldn’t judge, and was keeping herself to that promise. “If he’s craving attention then he really isn’t showing it. Things were… intense when he got here, and he probably got a bit sick of me during that.” Taylor had been away, and there was a bit of sting in her voice. No way was Izel telling her about the drugs, not yet. Nor the hours Izel had spent looking after him, sticking with him minute by minute as he went through every withdrawal. Izel pushed those thoughts away with a shake of the head, tongue clicking as she listened to Taylor. “Mind? Of course not. Dude, I’d love to have you here for a bit!”

“Touche,” Taylor said, mirroring Izel’s shrug. She followed Izel as they headed upstairs. “There’s a guy? Like a guy?” She pursed her lips. “Ain’t that a little fast? If he’s ready, he’s ready, but I mean...is he though?” She supposed it wasn’t her place to judge, but that didn’t stop her from worrying nonetheless. Izel mentioned Reza’s behavior...how things were right when Izel had taken him in. Must not have been that long after Taylor had skipped town. “Sorry you had to deal with that on your own…” Her words were low and full of shame. “Looks like you did a good job though. Kid’s lucky to have you.” She was beyond happy with Izel’s reaction to Taylor waiting out the storm with her. Honestly, the storm was more of a cover for the fact that she really didn’t want to be alone. She’d spent enough of her time in this town the first time around locking herself away. She wasn’t gonna do that now. “Sweet,” she said with a toothy grin.

“Mmhmm,” Izel replied, not quite noncommittally to Taylor’s question. It was fast. Her eyes flickered to Taylor, giving her a reassuring pat on her shoulder. Her closest ally for a while there had been Regan. Regan. “He’s doing most of the work. Doesn’t know it, but he is. I’m lucky to have him. And you.” The lights flickered, threatening the possibility of a black out. She watched them for a moment, but they stayed bright enough. “Right then. Let’s get out all the blankets then, because this building really isn’t insulated enough.” Despite her action words, as Reece locked up the store, Izel just stood, smiling at Taylor. Impulsively, she pulled her into another, tight hug, like if she let go Taylor would disappear, but also to push every bit of affection from her into Taylor, just to make sure it was clear. Taylor’s disappearance had been a punch to a gut, a low blow in what had already been a sucky situation. Izel hadn’t thought about it enough to know if she’d forgiven Taylor, but it didn’t change her adoration of them. “I’m so glad to have you back,” she murmured. Even if everything else was overwhelming, that remained true.