#Together There's Nothing to Fear l Baz and Jay

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Look Through Your Eyes.

Closed for at @rugini. Continued from This.

If they were... Really? Had he not taken in consideration that she was blind for all intents and purposes? If the police came here they risked exposing her. The best case that she saw was that she’d go to jail for at least 24 hours just because they can hold her as a person of interest before having to charge her.

The pounding in her head began to lessen just a bit with the water hitting her system. But it would take a while for the meds to kick in and she felt the drain pull at her all over again. She was tire, sore, and just wanted to sleep. Plus her hand was still bleeding as far as she knew. But now that she had dragged Baz into this mess all she could do was add guilt to the growing pile of pointless emotions and worries. 

“If you get caught here with me it could turn bad. I am not going to be the reason they send you to the hellhole.” Jayden said carefully trying to stand so that she could send him away. It was safer for him. At least then he could claim plausible deniability. 

Again her stomach clenched into a fist of selfishness. She didn’t want him to leave. in fact that was the furthest thing from the truth. She was scared without  him being there. Prue could only do so much and Jay was so far out of her depth that it wasn’t funny. Still she couldn’t have it both ways and she knew that. 

Please don’t leave me.

“I don’t want you to get caught by dick bags in suits just because you are helping me.” Jayden hoped that he fought her on this. She was more likely to kill herself trying to get around in her loft. Be it falling down the stairs, or trying to make something to eat. 

“It’s not fair for me to drag you into this.” Her head lightly tilted towards the door, or at least to where she could remember it being. But her thoughts reached out without her meaning to. 

I need you to help me. I can’t do this by myself.

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Cold Nights made Warm.

Closed starter for @rugini Continued from This.

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“Awe come on, you can’t tell me that you didn’t see this coming?” She is glad that he can’t make out her face. That he’s blinded by the pastry to take in the remnants of tear ridden eyes. The weariness of everything that had happened in the last few months. Maybe she lets him adjust her. Maybe she clings a little harder, seeking the unknown comfort he offers her. For a moment she closed her eyes and wished instead for a hug and the awkward way he’d tell her everything would be alright.

Her chin comes down to rest on the opposite shoulder so she can see where they are going. Guilt eating away at her for just up and taking off once they had been released from the hospital. But it was a whole new kind of whirlwind that kept her so long. So she lets the weight of her yet unspoken lie sink further into her chest. She just needed a constant in her life. And at the moment that is Baz in all his glory. 

She is idly aware that her now free hand has come up to fist into his jacket. A false security blanket move made on her subconscious’ part. He seems to have recovered well. She is sure that if his mother was anywhere near them, she would be pried off and flung in an unknown direction left to suffer the consequences. Of all the horrible things in the world, that woman scared Jayden far more than was rational. 

“I know you would never intentionally hurt me.” She mumbles into the fabric covering his shoulder. Being carried, even if it wasn’t what most thought of when mentioned, was more relaxing than she carried to admit. Her limbs over the last two weeks had become so heavy. Stirring setting concrete was easier than the simple act of getting out of bed had been. A mental shake of her head as she forces her thoughts to clear. There was no need to bring up the still too fresh wound in her heart. 

“And if you did it would be because I did something to earn it.” She tried to come up with a different reason to be so deflated in tone in case he asked. “Like tickling you when you are in the middle of your homework.” 

If he was ticklish, she had never found out where. Not that she would go looking so hard. She was already pushing boundaries that had long since been set in place. Because what else could she do? There were a variety of answers and none of them were what she wanted nor helpful. And so they were kept to herself. Honey brown eyes turning to take in the sights of the City. Noting flamboyant scarves, garish coats, and the myriad of lights strung up in near every window and street lamp post. 

“What have you been up to since I’ve been away?” A change in subject seemed the best way to play things out. Though the answers her mind comes up with almost hurt worse than what has recently happened. “Aside from proving to your idiot school partner that you were in fact  right to begin with.”

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Closed for @lilxlionxman. Continued from X. 

[Text: Löwe]  Not funny asshat. 

[Text: Löwe] I need you to come get me out of a tree.

[Text: Löwe] Don’t ask.

[Text: Löwe] Explain after I am on ground again.

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soundtrack - Jay and Baz

opening credits: Juke Joint Jezebel~ KMFDMmeeting for the first time: Give Me Three Steps ~Lynyrd Skynyrdhey, i kinda like you: Cowboy ~ Kid Rocki’m going to kiss you now: We Didn’t Start the Fire ~ Billy Joelfalling in love: Anyway You Want It ~ Journeyyour place or mine: Follow Me ~Uncle Krackernaked in bed: Rock You Like a Hurricane ~ Scorpionsfirst fight: Country Song ~ Seethermaybe we should take a break: Kick in the Teeth ~ Papa Roachi want you back: Call Me ~ Shinedownwill you marry me: Promised Land ~ Vesuviuswe’re getting older: This is Where I Belong ~ Bryan Adamsif you die i’ll go with you: Burn~ Papa Roach end credits: Dream On ~ Aerosmith 

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Name: Baz Barton  Romantic, platonic, or antagonistic Valentine?: Platonically complicated? Biggest romantic regret?: Ain’t really sum’m I like browdcastin’ What’s the worst outfit you ever wore on a date, and how did it go?: Pink tank….never lived it down.  Do you prefer tacos or burritos?: Both  Would your exes write you a decent recommendation?: I’d like t'think so. If we could go on a date in an alternate universe, say from a book or movie, which one would you take me to?: Ain’t so good with books n'movies uh….how about Assassin’s Creed: Syndicate? We could run all over London’s rooftops shankin’ t'bad guys.  What’s your biggest selling point?: I try. Fail a lot but I try.  If you were/are a supervillain, how do you think you’d get caught?: Prolly sum’m dumb like payin’ for m'coffee with a credit card.  If you could wake up tomorrow with a brand new superpower, what would you choose?: I’d like t'see what bein’ human feels like.  Where were you thinking of going for our date?: Two words Lazer tag  Who’s paying?: Me a'course. Ain’t proper manners otherwise.

Jayden was confused at first, but soon a smile spread over her face as she read the silly application she set out for her customers. 

“You know what Löwe, right idea wrong game. I liked the original Assassins Creed.” Jayden said mostly to herself as she folded the page and tucked it into her front pocket. It was nice to pretend for once that they were not alone on the one day a year that made it a point to show off that they didn’t have anyone to call their own. 

Application Status: Accepted.

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@lilxlionxman

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Gathering of the Tags

Please ignore this. I am just trying to get all of my tags in place. 

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Merry Christmas!

He wasn’t sure where she was going if anywhere for Christmas. But all the same just like last year he left her present by the door. All neatly wrapped and stowed away inside another box to protect it from the elements. A simple tag adhered to the wrapping paper.

Merry Christmas, Peanuts.

- Baz

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MERRY CHRISTMAS - OOC

All the credit to @thor-theavengergod for this art however i helped with the idea lol. Anyways I hope you love it. And have a wonderful holiday!!

love and hugs and mountains of cookies and oceans of tea

-Chicken

There are no words that I have at my disposal to tell either of you how much this means to me. This is so beautiful and there is not enough time in the world, nor any form of repayment that I could give either of you for this. 

I have not cried over a gift in a very long time. But this honestly brought me to tears this morning when I woke up. There is so much meaning in this one work of pure art that I can’t put it to words. From the bottom of my heart, Thank you. The two of have given me something to cherish. 

Chicken, you are such a blessing to have. You are one of my dearest friends even though we don’t talk a lot. And that is on me. But you have become so important that I can’t really picture myself the same if you had not come into Turtle’s and my life. You were one of the very first people that gave me and my muse a chance and I have seen Jayden grow into a beautiful muse through our interactions and threads. You inspire me to become a better writer. The way you have created Baz and how you put his actions and thoughts into the words is beyond incredible. 

Thor, I know that this may be out of line, but you are so amazing to have put time and effort into this. It is stunning and I am blown away by your talent. I wish you all the best and someday, I hope to repay you for this. 

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Closed. For @lilxlionxman.

She had called a week before, and talked to Wanda so that way he never found out. It was going to be a surprise even if she had to bribe, and or kill someone just to get Baz out of his house. It took a lot of effort on Jay’s part not to beg Wanda. Jay had worked had on her presents and wanted them to blend with the rest of them under the tree. Somehow the pair had worked out a plan and the wheels were set in motion. 

The night of Christmas Eve, Jay had parked down the street and made her way on foot with the presents in her arms. The snow crunched under foot and there was a chill in the air as she made her way around the house. The sky promised more on the way were was perfect as long as he didn’t go to his garage. 

She stopped at the side door and tested to see if it was locked once she knew the lights were not on. She thanked whatever powers that be that the door swung open. Shuffling in she set the smaller present on the hood of Angie, patting the truck as sh would a living pet. She made her way over to the work bench, clearing a spot just large enough that there was room. Hoisting the gift she slid it in place and smiled in victory when none of the objects inside fell out.

It was bound to catch his attention with the difference of clean vs. stained everything else. She scooped the other present ito her arms and made her way back out into the snowy backyard,before shuffling up to the back door. She knocked twice, paused then knocked three more times. 

The door swung open as wisps of red retreated from whence they came. It was unnerving from what she was used to. Slipping in she shut the door and waited till the sounds died from the living room before sneaking through the house. Kneeling by the tree she tucked the card between branches on the tree. The orange paper sticking out against the green and glowing with the lights. 

Jay set the star shaped box to lean against the trunk of the tree, shifting some of the other presents around to bury it a little. Te tag on the box simply said, “Read the Christmas card first.”

Inside was a tee-shirt that she found highly amusing and couldn’t resist getting for him. 

But the real gift was what the tee-shirt was hiding away.

The card itself was made of aged parchment, and the words were written in painfully detailed but printed calligraphy. 

“Merry Christmas Löwe. I hope your holiday was a good one. Don’t put the cup in the dishwasher, otherwise it will ruin the design.“

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In the Light of the Fire

Closed Starter for @rugini. Continued from This.

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Her phone chiming in quick succession was her first clue that his day had gotten started. She knew it was before then, but she didn’t want to presume to take all his time. He was going to have a full day no doubt. So instead of worrying, she focused the nervous energy into making sure everything was set right. 

She had already called and warned the local chapter of the NYFD. A chief came by around ten to inspect the thick steel drum to act as the brazier for the fire. Paving stones encircling the metal to give it that home fire pit look. Even more covering the roof for a good ten feet around. And two very large fire extinguishers plus a garden hose running up the balcony window all at the ready. Left with explicit instructions she was given permission to have a small fire. 

One down, a million things to go. And she had plenty of time to get everything set up. She made sure the camping chairs were secured, spare throw blankets set around them and packed around the cooler of beer. Next was the s’mores supplies, the pokers, and the steaks she had marinating in the fridge. After she treated the day just like any other. Working until 5:20, closing down the shop early. A special event sign going up in the window to keep looky-Lous’ from putting their noses in where it wasn’t wanted. 

The sun had been half an hour from setting before she had the monstrosity of donut, frosting, and cereal done. She wanted it to be as fresh as possible, without having to be working on it to the last second. Containing it in a clear to go container she set it inside a personal cooler. Along with a small orange Hot Wheel that came close to looking like his truck. The last things that needed to go up onto the roof was the thermoses of hot chocolate made from scratch and herself. 

She was just finishing wrapping a blanket around her shoulders when she heard a knock coming from the roof access door. With a small smile she shuffled over, careful not to trip over the hose. Opening the door  she held out a hand welcoming him outside. In the setting sunlight, she caught a glimpse of silver. Sure enough the clasps were in his hair, dutifully hidden yet still there all the same. She could feel a smile building at the sight of a familiar flannel. Of course the one with the most orange was taken. 

When he passed over the threshold, she closed the door and came to stand next to him.

“Happy Birthday, Baz.”

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@ruginite

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♦

“يا حياتي“  

Jay smiled. She nodded a moment later, patting the table before she left.

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Through Your Eyes.

Closed for @lilxlionxman. Continued from X.

“Get down!” The warning had come too late. An no matter how fast she was. No matter her Mastery of twisting Time to her will would have saved her. The Flash was instantaneous, so bright. Alluring even before everything when white.  Then came the wave of concussion blast that sent her ass end over tea kettle. Normally she would have been fine only this time she bashed her head against a rather unforgiving wall. The Belgian Tervuren whined hunkering low to the ground and nuzzled Jay as she lid along the wall.  Prue had been able to lead jay to safety using the leash bound to Jay’s arm.

Only just leaving Hell’s Kitchen and of course this would have been the day that Fate dealt her an even shittier card in the game of poker called life. It had been hair raising and terrifying.

The pair had managed to scuffle their way through the maze that was New York City back to Jay’s building. Once inside the frosted glass doors Jay had a slightly easier time finding her way. The shop was open du to the fact that she needed to a complete remodel of her kitchen. Well, need was a strong word. But she wanted to upgrade the kitchen appliances. It had given her staff a few days of paid time off and her time to get the items installed professionally. She would have been fine for a week’s close. 

Now though, now she used this escape from the prying questions to make it to the staircase where she would be able to hide. She couldn’t have gone to the hospital because they would have asked questions. The kind that would have gotten her into a lot of shit if they found out she was unregistered. She couldn’t make any calls that would have gotten other people in trouble with her. So she made up her mind that she was going to suffer this in silence. 

After sever stumbles over the first few steps Jay gave up and sunk to crawl her way up to the second story. The door was unlocked thankfully but she corrected that mistake once she and Prue were inside. The dog whined softly not knowing what was wrong and having nothing that she could do to help. Jay and Prue made their way to the couch where the brunette turned her back to the couch and pulled her knees up to her chest. It was hard to even think with the pain she felt pulsing with every beat of her heart. 

The woman lost all time as she sat there waiting for everything to return to normal. Her mind slid away from reality as she sat in her darkened little world. That was until the knocking came. It was startling enough to pull her back from whatever waking dream she placed herself in. When that stopped it was her phone that scared her next as well as as a few calls before she was able to answer. 

Prue barely turned to look at him long enough to see who it was before Baz shoved her out of the way. A whimper and a small nuzzle to his hands were all she dared give back. Jay jumped when his voice was so close, her head whipping back out of instinct before she groaned. 

“C-Can you help me?” Her voice was shaky at best and she was cursing every God and Goddess that she could name for being so vulnerable. Slow and with a slight tremor in her hands she held them out just passed her knees.