And yes he is one of my few oc's that DOES have a full name and backstory and shit. I miss rping with him 😭 he's my baby.
Maybe I should write shit with him in it, who knows... -shrugs
Also don't judge the fashion, cuz I have no idea either.
If you can't read the shitty handwriting on the blurry af pic, his name is Danny Anderson and he is my baby. Blue eyes and dirty blond hair and very pale and freckles. And piercings/tattoos in secret places.
Theme Song: Falling In Love At A Coffee Shop by Landon Pigg
Word Count: 983
Warnings: none
Characters: (OC) Harper Raven, (OC) Danny Anderson
A/N: Danny is too good for this world, too pure… hope you enjoy a little look into Danny’s life and what’s going on in Harper’s head! Also my title alliteration is something i’m very proud of… lol -mara
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Harper parks her truck near the little café and notices Danny waiting outside with his hands in his jean pockets. He smiles at her as she walks toward him, and an apologetic look crosses Harper's expression.
“Again, I'm so sorry for forgetting to text you back,” she says. “Everything has been so crazy recently.”
Danny waves it off. “It's fine; we're here now, all right?” He smiles in a way that tries to make Harper feel less guilt, but it doesn't work. If anything, it makes Harper feel worse. “You look cute tonight.”
Harper glances down at her outfit: dark-wash, ripped jeans, gray V-neck, black combat boots, and her favorite black leather jacket. Maybe she should've dressed up more… Then again, Danny usually only sees her when she's dressed up to play FBI in the precinct. “Thanks, you don't look so bad yourself,” Harper returns.
A soft smile plays on Danny’s lips as he says, “And I'm glad we are finally here.”
“Me too,” she says happily as they turn toward the door of the café. A soft bell jingles as the door is held open by Danny, letting Harper enter first. She mutters a soft “thank you” as she passes him.
After ordering and obtaining their coffee, Harper and Danny sit down at a table near the big windows by the door. Soft music plays over the café as a few scattered people sit at various tables around the room. Some are working on laptops while others make conversation. A good place to people watch, Harper thinks as she takes a long sip of her coffee. Damn, this is good coffee.
“So is there any reason you didn't want me to pick you up for this date?” Danny inquiries before taking a sip of his own cup.
One reason stands out in her mind, taking the form of a single word. Sam. She couldn't say that to Danny. But why did that even matter? She liked Sam in college over a decade ago; that shouldn't matter now. Yet for some reason, it did, and Harper refuses to acknowledge why. Instead choosing to ignore the real reason and choosing to hate the fact that her little, irrelevant crush keeps her from speaking the truth now.
“Well, Maisie and I have some guests at the house right now, and I didn't want you to feel pressured by all the people hanging around,” Harper replies and glances over at the couple that enters the café, trying not to give away her partial lie.
“Oh okay, very considerate of you. How long are your guests staying?” Danny questions before glancing around the room and admiring the warm décor of the café.
She shrugs. “Not sure. They got preoccupied with some business in town and then Sam broke his foot. So they've been here longer than they anticipated.” Harper takes a long sip, trying to bury her guilt over both forgetting to text him and now partially lying.
“Sam?” His tone is hard to decipher. Harper couldn't tell if he is curious or if there is something more to it.
“Yeah, Sam is one of my friends from college. And his brother, Dean, is also staying with us.”
He nods, his expression unreadable. “What college did you go to?” he asks, effectively ending all conversation about the Winchesters. Harper is grateful for this; she didn't want to talk about them.
“Stanford. What about you?”
“Didn't go. After high school, I went into the police academy.” He smiles at this, as if he's reliving a fond memory, and Harper can't help smiling a little bit too. “What about family? Any family in town besides Maisie?”
She shakes her head. “No, our foster moms stayed in California after Maisie and I moved here. We visit every couple of months, though. What about you?”
“My parents live in Lovelock which is a couple hours from here, and I visit as frequently as I can to help around the house.” A grin grows across Danny’s face when he mentions his parents.
“Are you close?” Harper questions curiously.
Danny nods, smiling. “Yeah, we are. Especially my dad and me.”
Harper and Danny go on talking about family and what life was like growing up. They laugh and enjoy each other's company. The hours go along and it's dark by the time they stroll out of the café.
“This was fun,” Danny says with big grin.
Harper smiles back. “It was. We should do this again.”
“And this time you'll text me back. Or maybe I'll call instead; that way you have to pick up,” he teases.
“Never gonna live this down, am I?” Harper says, shaking her head.
He smirks and replies, “Not any time soon at least.”
“I'll see you around, okay?”
“Yep. Good night, Harper,” he says, placing a hand on her shoulder. His eyes are gentle as they meet her gaze, eliciting a smile from Harper.
“Good night, Danny.”
He leans in and gives her a quick kiss on the cheek before they go their separate ways. Harper walks straight toward her truck without a second thought, briefly thinking about the way his lips felt against her cheek. To her, it didn’t feel quite right, but she couldn’t figure out why. Something nagging in the back of Harper’s mind wouldn't let her enjoy the moment. Instead of deciphering her feelings, she decides to focus on getting home and talking to Maisie. Talking to Sam, too.
Danny, on the other hand, glances back at her, taking note of the way she walks and watching her until she disappears into the cab of her truck. A soft smile plays on his lips at the mere thought of seeing her again, of going on another date with her. And as he walks back to his own car, Danny wonders if she's slowly falling for him the way that he is slowly falling for her.
