#in other words I AM STILL ALIVE AND I WANT TO WRITE KAT AGAIN!!

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thinking about various verses for kat rn............ like the idea of her becoming an urban legend in the modern day would be really fun i think. especially if it came complete with dumb teenagers trying to summon her through rituals - i'm not sure if i'd portray her as a vengeful ghost or something else entirely, but i really like the general idea a lot!!

a "non tragedy" au where her father never vanished might be interesting too potentially. i could have it linked to her canon verse as well - maybe someone prevented her father's fate through some means involving time travel, or maybe it's a parallel universe, kat she somehow comes into contact with the kat from the other one?? idk. i just love kat a whole lot!!

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I Don't Cuddle Pt. 2 - Bakugo

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+Training at the USJ was awkward to say the least. You avoiding Bkaugo and his friends at all cost. During training, things seemed to be going fine but it was a little quiet. Once your team finishes, a panicked Kaminari runs up saying there was an accident and Bakugo was hurt. After everything was said and done, Bakugo wakes up in Recovery Girl’s office with you by his side.

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3rd POV

You are a relatively decent student when it came to behavior so you didn’t always piss off Aizawa. You as well are normally very confident in yourself, so your melancholy behavior has not slipped past him. You had gotten calmed down before making it the USJ but there was still tear tracks on her face. That confirmed Aizawa’s suspicion that something had happened.

His eyes travelled next to the angry blonde that was abnormally not angry and calm. Aizawa noticed the look of pain and regret in Bakugo’s eyes. It normally would be impossible to see but to his trained eye it was clear. He knew about the two being together but kept to himself. By the way they were acting, something had happened between the two.

Y/N’s POV

I rubbed my face and tried to remove any trace that I was crying. I steadied my breathing as we walked in. I needed to focus on training right now, not the pain. Aizawa instructed us on what we were going. Recon and ambush training. When he split the class into groups, I saw him look between me and Kat as he said our groups.

“At least, you’re not paired with him like normal.” Jiro said. I nodded. I felt an arm go around my shoulders. I looked over and saw Sero. He just gave me a sad smile, not saying anything. He hugged me before letting go.

Training went as normal as training with Class 1-A can be. Midoriya going all out, a few others following after him, and the rest of us along for the ride. One thing I did notice that wasn’t normal was I didn’t hear explosions or yelling. I shook it off.

“That was awesome.” Midoriya cheered. I couldn’t tell if it was from the thrill or the fact that he didn’t break any of his bones. I chuckled at him and I felt a litter better but I was still hurt. We got up to the Central Plaza when Kaminari came bolting towards us.

“Woah, where’s the fire?” Midoriya asked before blanching. He looked at Todorki and apologized. Todoroki just shrugged. We laughed at the exchange.

“It’s Bakugo.” My head whipped in his direction. “He’s hurt and trapped. We need help, Kiri can’t hold out much longer.”

“Where?” Aizawa showed up quick.

“Ruins zone.” Kami said. We all ran, following Kami. We came up to large pile of rubble that had an opening off to one side. “In there. Bakugo is unconscious and Kiri, Tokoyami, and Ojiro are trying to get him out.”

“Okay. Kaminari, you’ve done enough. Go off to the side. Uraraka, L/N, and Shoji we me inside. Everyone else be on stand-by. The rest of this could go at any moment.” Aizawa instructed. He ran towards the opening with the other two followed. I stalled a little before going in behind them. It was a mess in there.

“Come on, over here!” I heard Kiri yell. I stumbled over and froze when I saw Bakugo face down, unconscious and caught under a large piece of rubble. I could see blood from where I stood. I urged myself to move forward.

“Uraraka. Get the pressure of Kirishima. Once he’s out of the way, I want you to make a pillar to hold up the rubble, L/N.” I nodded. We ran over to Kiri and I gave Uraraka step to get up and hit the rock. Kiri groaned as soon as the weight was lifted.

“Hurry, I can’t hold it long at all.” Uraraka clenched her teeth. I nodded and pulled Kiri out of the way. I immediately moved and moved the earth underneath to make a pillar. “Release!”

“Kiri, go out with Kami. He’s out with the rest.”

“But I have to help with…”

“No. You’ve done enough Kiri.” I said and set a hand on his shoulder. “You kept him alive until we got here. Go on.” He sighed looking between me and Bakugo.

“Are you going to be alright?” I took a breath and held it. I just pushed him along before joining Aizawa.

“Can you tell how much rubble is behind this?” Aizawa looked at me. I reached out and hit the rubble, sending a vibration through the rock and concrete. There were a couple rather large pieces behind and above.

“There’s a few big pieces behind and a mixture above and around. One wrong move and other portions could collapse in. I could stop a lot but not everything. I’m not strong enough in my Earth bending part yet.” He nodded in understanding. A rumble caught all of our attentions. “And it is nowhere near stable. The best bet if digging underneath him. Just enough to get him out but not cause a collapse.”

“Shoji. Start getting away as much loose debris around here as you can. Uraraka go out and get Momo in here.” They followed immediately. “L/N, I want you to focus on the rubble keep as much of it up and from falling on us.”

“Right.” I went to stand as Aizawa moved off but I caught sight of Bakugo. I reached down and brushed his spikey, soft hair back and removed his torn mask. Even with all the dust and the little blood on his face, I saw tear tracks. I ran a thumb across his face, wiping away some of the grime. He was hurting as much as I was.

“L/N.” I heard Aizawa said softly. I looked up at him startled. He had his our version of a comforting look on his face. “We’ll get him out and he’ll be alright but we need to move now.”

“Right.” I stumbled up and stood off to the side. I closed my eyes and took a big breath to clear my mind. I got into ready position. I saw Momo had created some shovels and while Uraraka had Bakugo levitating, they dug under him.

“Be careful now.” Aizawa said as they got close. Shoji stood off to the side, ready to pick up Bakugo. Suddenly, another rumble sounded and the entrance was blocked off. “Shit. Hurry. L/N, now.”

“Okay.” I shifted the rock that was pining him and they got him out. The whole structure moved when I place the rock on the ground. The little space shifted the entire thing.

“Come on, this place is about to go.” Shoji picked up Bakugo, Momo, and Uraraka. I ran ahead and checked for a thin spot in the rubble.

“Jiro, if you can hear me, get everyone back.” I said out loud as I found. “Be ready to move.” I turned and gave a swift and hard side kick to the rubble. It burst out and at the same time I shift and make the opening stable enough for all of us to get through. I was the last one out and let the rubble go. Loud crashing sounded behind me.

“Thank god!”

“Are you guys alright?”

“How’s Kacchan?”

“That was insane.” Mutiple people came running over concerned and ready to help. I was bent over, hands on my knees and trying to catch my breath. I felt my legs give out but an arm around my waist caught me. I looked up and saw Sero. I gave him a nod in thanks and he smiled in return. He helped me walk over to Aizawa and Bakugo.

“Bakugo is alright but he will be better when we get him back to recovery girl. Come on. Everyone back to the bus.” Aizawa picked up Bakugo before looking back at me. “Are you alright?”

“Fine. Just worn out.” I said. He nodded before looking at someone behind me. I closed my eyes before I felt myself being picked up bridal style. I yelped before opening my eyes to see Todoroki carring me. I looked over his shoulder to see Sero had moved to help Kaminari with Kirishima. “Thanks, Todoroki.”

“It’s fine.” He gave me a small smile.

~Time Skip-3rd POV~

The lights in Recovery Girl’s office were dimmed. Hours had passed since the class had returned and it was now early evening. Bakugo had been checked over and was given a good report. Just banged up and bruised. Nothing the boy couldn’t bounce back from. The rest of the day the class had been given off with the only requirement of the students who hadn’t been involved in the rescue to write a report on their view and how they felt the situation was handle; correctly or something they would have done differently.

It was nearing 7pm when Bakugo began to rouse from his unconscious state. He groaned quietly as he opened his eyes. Since the lights were dimmed and the sun had set, his didn’t have much to adjust too. He looked around trying to place where he was.

“Shit.” He groaned, throwing his head back against the bed as pain shot up from his right leg. He moved the blanket slowly and saw the bandages. He let the blanket drop before staring at the ceiling. A soft coo caught his attention. He looked to his left and saw L/N curled up in a ball on a chair that was pushed up against the bed.

“Mmm.” She squirmed in her sleep. She had her hand up and it was originally on top of Bakugo’s but had fallen off in her sleep. Bakugo was surprised to see her there. He reached up with his left hand and ran it through her hair.

“L/N.” He gently called, trying to wake her. She stirred only a little. He smiled at the girl’s cuteness before trying again. “L/N. Hey baby come on, wake up for me please.”

“Huh?” She moaned softly before looking up and looking at him. It took a few seconds to realize he was awake. “Baku!” She shot up and stood over the edge of the bed. She cupped his face, looking him over. “How are you feeling? Is there any pain? I am going to go get Recovery Girl.”

“Wait, wait.” He said, barely catching her arm as she went to run. He groaned at the pull of his sore muscles. She froze before moving to sit next to him and wrapping his hand in hers. “What happened?”

“You don’t remember?”

“No. I remember getting to the USJ but not much else.”

~Y/N’s POV~

“Oh.” I stared at him in shock for a moment. “Um, you, Kiri, Kami, and a few other were in the Ruin Zone. Something caused one of the buildings to collapse right on top of you guys. You got knocked out and Kiri was holding up the rubble the best he could. Kaminari came and got the rest of the class and Aizawa. You were pinned beneath rubble so we had to rescue you. Aizawa, Momo, Uraraka, Shoji, and myself.”

“Shit.” He ran his hand through his hair before placing it on the back of his head. “That explains the pain. Now that you say that, the before is coming back to me. I was distracted and I guess it bit me in the ass.” He sighed and I gripped his hand tighter. “Why are you here?”

“Oh, um. I-I…” I gulped looked away. I pulled my hand from his, feeling tears coming on again. I got up. “I’ll go get Recovery Girl.” I went to walk away.

“Wait, no!” He yelled in desperation. I looked at him surprised. I saw panic, pain, and sorrow on his face. He looked close to having a panic attack. “Please, that’s not what I meant.”

“Then what did you mean?” I whispered. I cross my hands over my stomach.

“I meant that why are you here when I treated you so badly. I treated you like shit and you were avoiding me. Why are you here now?” He looked away embarrassed. I let my arms fall and sat on the edge of the bed. It was silent for a minute.

“I am here because I was so freaking scared. When Kami came running saying you were hurt, I felt like my heart stopped. I was already worried because I hadn’t heard any explosions and when we got to where you were and I saw your unconscious…bloody body, I froze. I was so scared that you were dead or dying. Just because we had a stupid dispute doesn’t mean I don’t care for my own boyfriend anymore. I rather be here making sure you’re okay then knowing you’re here hurt and alone and avoiding you.”

“Baby.” His voice shook. I could feel the tears running down my face. I looked at him and saw he was crying too. He reached his hand out. “Please come here.”

“Mmph.” A noise ripped from my chest as he pulled me into his chest. I was draped across him while he buried his head in my neck. He sobbed. I was surprised but held onto him, running my hand through his hair until he calmed down.

“I am so sorry.” He said. He pulled back and sat up straight. I reached for couple tissues. He took them and cleaned himself up. After throwing them away he place his hand on my bicep. “I shouldn’t have reacted that way and I never should have pushed you that way and yelled that way. You’re so fucking amazing and I did that.”

“Bakugo.”

“I should have just something more subtle but no I had to launch you across the room. Damn.” I felt his grip on my arm tighten.

“Bakugo.”

“I would even blame you if you wanted to break up with me. I wouldn’t even try and stop you no matter how much it would break my heart. I…”

“Bakugo! Enough.” I yelled and cupped his face. His eyes opened wide. I sighed when I had his attention. “Would I have stayed here for this long if I wanted to break up with you? I may be hurt by your actions but I have no plans to break up with you. Seeing you like that made me realize that I would rather have disputes and fights like that instead of never being able to hold your hand, kiss you, or…cuddle with you ever again.”

“Y/N…” He bit his lip and gave me a watery chuckled. He looked to the ceiling trying not to cry again while grabbing onto my wrists. I smiled. “I can’t believe…Please tell me I’m not dreaming or in a coma making up a new reality because I screwed up the real one.”

“You’re not doing any of that. I’m right here.” I said leaning back. He looked at me, rubbing the tears from his face. I saw a familiar smirk grow onto his face.

“Come here.” He pulled me in and twisted us around where we were cuddling, facing each other. I yelped and laughed out loud before nuzzling into his neck. He pulled me in close and wrapped his arm around my waist.

“What happens if someone walks in?”

“Let ‘em see. I don’t have to explain one single thing to those extras.” He growled, burying his face in my hair. I felt and heard him breathe in deep. I sighed cuddling him in closer.

“Well what was it you said? Actions speak louder than words?” I said. I felt his chest rumble with laughter.

“Yeah. Exactly.” He whispered. I gathered he was growing tired again. I moved my hand up and started rubbing circles in the middle of his back. I felt him relax in my arms before I heard snores in my ear. I smiled and reached into my back pocket for my phone. I unlocked it and pulled up my conversation Jiro.

I put the phone back in my pockets before looking up at Bakugo. He had such a soft look on his face that if I didn’t know him the way I do, I wouldn’t think it was him. I reached up and ran my fingers through his hair, absentmindedly twisting a few locks. He made a small noise before burrowing his head further into my hair.

“Softie.” I whispered before setting my arm down comfortably and closing my eyes.

Just as I was about to drift off, the door opened. I looked over my shoulder to see Aizawa and Recovery Girl. She smiled warmly as she went over to her desk. Aizawa came over with his arms crossed.

“Get some sleep yourself. You’ve had a long day too.” He said softly. My eyes widen, thinking he was going to make me get up. “I know better than to try and break up you too up right now. You guys have had a rough time lately from what I heard from the girls, Sero and Kirishima. Even before the accident.”

“You knew we were together, didn’t you?” He smirked softly and nodded.

“I had a feeling but a comment from Mic a while back just solidified it.”

“Shut up.” A groan came from Bakugo. He shifted onto his back and pulled me into his side.

“Goodnight you two.” Aizawa chuckled before closing the curtain around us. I heard him go and talk to Recovery Girl. I shifted to be more comfortable and set my head on his chest. It wasn’t long before I was out.

“Hey dumbass.” I heard a faint voice. “Wake up.”

“Why?” I groaned, burying my head and curling up. A gravely chuckle made me look up. I saw Bakugo smiling down at me. “What time is it?”

“About…” He looked up at the clock, squinting. “8:05.”

“Hmm.” I set my head back down. I felt his hand weave into my hair before massaging my scalp. I crooned before blushing and covering my mouth. He laughed before setting up. I laid back against the bed. He moved to lean over me.

“We’re alright, right?” He asked meekly, hope in his eyes. I smiled softly, reaching up to cup his face. I nodded before gently pulling him down. We kissed each other sweetly before it turned warmer and possessive on Bakugo’s part.

“Damn, if that doesn’t wake me up, I don’t know what will.” I said. He smirked above me before shifting down and laying down with his head on my chest. My hands immediately found their way onto his bicep and hair. He hummed in delight. A thought came to mind in the silence. “You called me by my name.”

“Huh?” He looked up at me, confused.

“Last night. You called me by my first name.” He blushed before returning his head to my chest.

“Yeah? What of it? I can keep calling you dumbass if you like but I figured you’d want me to call you by your name. But whatever.” I kept my chuckle to myself, knowing he was embarrassed.

“It’s fine, Katsuki.” I felt him tense before relaxing again. I kissed his head. We were just enjoying the moment until a certain yellow-haired energy ball came yelling.

“Bakubro!!” He ripped open the curtain causing me to jump in fright. Bakugo didn’t move but sighed in annoyance.

“Kaminari!!” Jiro came after chiding him but they both froze when they saw us. Kiri came up behind them and looked up from his phone, undeterred by the situation.

“We hoped you were awake. We brought breakfast.”

“Oh yeah?” Katsuki pushed up and sat next to me, throwing his arm over my shoulder. “Hope it’s not terrible because you’re a shit cook.”

“Hey!” They went on arguing and I shared a look with Jiro. She shook her head in exasperation and sat in a chair next to the bed. Things were back to normal. I saw Midoriya sneak in behind Kami and freeze just like him.

“Wait a minute!” Kamari yelled. We all looked at the two as they shared a look.

“Kacchan and L/N are dating?” They said at the same time. All of us burst out laughing at the same time. Well, how about a new normal.

“Yeah guys they are but don’t feel too bad. We only found out yesterday and this morning.” Kiri said giving a side eye to Kat. He returned with a normal sneer.

“What Shitty hair? Got a problem with that?” He then smirked. “Jealous or something?”

“No problem! Not at all.”

“Are you feeling alright Kacchan? That was a pretty nasty accident.” Midoriya asked.

“I’m fine, Deku! Nothing I can’t come back from.” Midoriya nodded and we all fell into conversation. After a bit and we ate our food, I felt Kat lean against me more. He leant his head against mine and nosed my hair. I smiled, nuzzling back.

“So you do cuddle.” I whispered. He growled halfheartedly before pulling me closer.

“Shut up.”

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The Check Up

Friday’s here! I’m less excited since this will be a very busy weekend for me, but I hope everyone else gets some good relaxing time! 

As always, thank you from the bottom of my bottom for sticking along through this journey! I am so excited to share this with you guys. :) Comments and feedback are always welcomed and encouraged! Interaction keeps writers writing. 

The ring felt heavy in Kat’s palm as she turned it over again and again. Toying with the silver band had become a nervous habit, something to occupy her fingers as she sat at the table. She held her hand flat for a moment, studying each detail of the serpent that was wound around to form a circle.

Initially, the ring had been a sore spot for her, a sign that Happy had, and was, leaving lots of things unsaid. It almost felt like one more beautiful gesture he could make instead of opening up to her. 

After a while, though, she’d started to see the promise behind it. If Happy had taken the time to get something like this, he really was planning for a future. He was also taking a chance that she wasn’t going to reject him, leaving the ring so that Kat could have plenty of time to think through all of the possibilities. 

Happy had been gone for nearly a week. It wasn’t a strange amount of time, but with so many things left unsaid, it felt like it had been a lifetime. The waiting was becoming unbearable, and the two phone calls she’d gotten hadn’t really helped. 

Katarina hadn’t exactly understood when he’d be back. His last call had mentioned being detained by the Chinese for a while. How long was a while, though? 

She slipped the ring back onto her chain, letting it slide down to join the smiley face charm. The nervous tick wasn’t nearly enough to keep her calm, and she stood up to pace. Kat stilled as she heard a knock at the door. 

Her heart thundered in her chest as she remembered the last time someone had shown up unannounced. Remembering Happy’s words, she grabbed her Sig and chambered a round. She grinned a little as she realised the pistol was starting to feel like an extension of herself. Happy would be proud of that. 

She peeked out the side window, her face scrunching into a confused frown as she recognized Juice. Kat wasn’t sure if he was here on club business, or if he had the news she’d dreaded for most of her relationship. Either way, she’d learnt not to trust anyone.

“You shouldn’t be here,” she said plainly, opening the door with her pistol levelled at Juice’s chest. 

“Shit!” he gasped, jumping back half a pace and holding his hands up. “Jax sent me. Happy’s caught up on business, and he wanted someone to look in,” he explained in a rush. He hadn’t seen Kat in a few weeks, and she definitely looked different. She’d traded in her soft curves for lean muscle, probably a by-product of living with some like Happy. 

It was a plausible reason, but Katarina wished she could call Happy to verify. She didn’t want to let her guard down. Worse, she didn’t want to let Happy down. 

Juice still looked worried. Kat hadn’t really lowered the gun, and he didn’t want to press his luck. He kept one hand up, patting his kutte down with the other. 

“Hang on, I’ve got… something,” he said, clearly searching his pockets. After a few more seconds, he pulled a folded slip of paper out of his back pocket. He held it out to Kat tentatively, leaning as far forward as he could manage without moving his feet. 

Katarina accepted it, her eyes flicking between the paper and Juice. She wasn’t going to be too distracted to notice if he made a move. 

This is the I’m still alive note.

She grinned as she read the words scribbled out in Happy’s messy handwriting. It was so perfectly him that Kat knew it hadn’t been coached or written under duress. 

“Want some coffee?” she asked, lowering her gun and walking back into the apartment in one motion. 

“Jesus Christ,” Juice wheezed, resting against the door frame for a minute before following her. “It’s what I should have expected from Hap’s old lady,” he muttered, mostly talking to himself. After a few deep breaths, he followed after Kat, taking a seat at the kitchen table. 

She glanced over her shoulder at him, her hand paused on the cabinet with the mugs. Juice shook his head, and Kat shrugged, moving to make a single cup of coffee. 

“Did Jax really send you to look in on me?” she asked, leaning back against the counter as the machine gurgled and brewed. 

“Yeah. He, uh, he said Happy wanted somebody to make sure things were ok while he was gone,” Juice nodded, nervously shifting in the chair. 

Kat snorted, giving him a grin. “I thought you bikers were supposed to be good liars.” She turned back to the Mr. Coffee, pouring herself a cup. “Happy wouldn’t suggest…” She broke off mid-sentence, sitting the mug down with a thunk. “He’s in trouble,” Katarina guessed, biting the inside of her cheek. “How bad is it? Is he in one piece?” 

“He’s fine,” Juice interjected, sensing that Kat had plenty more questions.

“Then why didn’t he just call to let me know you were coming by?” 

Juice looked a little defeated, realising he was going to have to just tell her. “He’s kinda… kidnapped.” He wanted to leave it there, but Kat’s posture went rigid. “He went willingly, and we’re gonna get him back soon. He’ll be fine. It’s just a few days while we figure some shit out,” Juice hurried to add. 

Katarina’s expression was dark as she considered his words. She hated the idea that Happy was being held somewhere. He had to be so angry, raging around like a caged animal. Kat’s stomach lurched again as she thought about him literally being caged. 

She took a deep breath, forcing her shoulders to relax. “Ok,” she accepted, nodding firmly. 

“Ok?” Juice echoed, his eyebrows pulled together. He looked partially away, as though he was preparing to make a run for it. 

“Yeah,” Kat shrugged. “If Happy isn’t dead, it just means they all will be soon enough. Then he’ll be home safe and sound.” 

Juice grimaced a bit, reminding himself that he really should have expected this. Happy wasn’t the kind of guy to be normal. Much less have a normal life away from the club. 

“I guess if Hap is going to be gone a few more days, I’ll need you to run some errands with me,” she said, starting to put a plan in place. 

“What? No,” Juice disagreed, pushing back from the table. “I’m just making sure things are ok. Jax said he owed Happy, and that’s the end of it.” 

“So you want me to go by myself?” Kat asked, tilting her head. 

“Definitely not.” Juice shook his head quickly. “Happy would not hesitate to cut off my balls and feed them to me if something happened to you.” 

“Which is exactly why you should go with me,” Kat replied, grinning sweetly. “I just need a few more groceries and a photo album out of storage. How bad could it be?” 

Juice didn’t look convinced. Katarina shrugged, grabbing her car keys off the counter. It was clear that she was going whether he joined her or not.

“Fine,” he sighed, standing up from the table. “But we aren’t making any more stops. 

“Promise,” she confirmed, still grinning at him. Her phone started ringing, and Kat’s face went a little pale as she looked at the caller i.d. “I’m just going to grab some shoes,” she fibbed, answering the phone in a hushed tone as she disappeared from the room. 

Kat walked into the closet, closing the door behind her. “Ms. Kasun, I have some good news,” the voice crackled, her cell connection not very good in this part of the apartment. 

“Oh, thank god,” she breathed. “Do I have a stomach flu or something?” 

“No,” the woman giggled. “You’re pregnant.” 

“How the hell can I be pregnant?” Kat blanched, briefly losing her balance as she tried to tug on her trainers. She tripped over Happy’s boots and landed with a heavy thud. She heard rushed footsteps, Juice likely coming to check on her after hearing that crash. 

“It’s likely a consequence of the steroids you’ve been on for your injuries. Certain cocktails will just cancel birth control-” Katarina hung up her phone mid-conversation. Despite the doctor’s words, it was definitely not good news. 

“You ok?” Juice called through the door, knocking when Kat didn’t immediately answer. 

“Yeah, just clumsy,” she answered, shaking her arms to try and get some of the tension out. Katarina wanted to scream, but instead, she plastered on a smile, opening the door. “Ready?” 

“Sure,” he nodded, gesturing for Kat to lead the way. 

When her back was turned, she let the grin fall. Her brain whirred as she thought through her options. She knew Happy would hate the idea of a baby, and Kat knew what the best choice was. Somehow, though, she felt like he needed to at least know. She’d been so adamant about no more secrets, and this was much too big to keep to herself. 

Kat grabbed the key to the storage unit off the hook by the door, tossing the car keys to Juice. She didn’t exactly feel like driving right now. 

“Do you mind?” 

Juice shook his head. “Nah. Just give me directions to the unit. I’ll wait in the car for you.” 

“Sounds good,” Kat agreed, locking the apartment behind her. She pointed out her red coupe in the car park, leading the way to it. 

“Damn, this is a nice car,” he commented, opening the door and looking inside before he got in. Bikes came first, but Juice could definitely appreciate a classic Z.

“Thanks,” Kat smiled, resting her hand on the hood. “I restored it myself, and after Happy came back with all those bullet holes in his bike, I added a few little protections of my own,” she explained, bouncing her eyebrows. 

“Are you saying you bulletproofed this thing?” he asked incredulously. 

“Not fully. I just added a panel to the driver’s door and a new windshield. I don’t really have the budget for more.” Kat opened the passenger door, sliding into the seat. “It’s also not very good quality, but it at least helps some,” she added, leaning over to stare at Juice. 

“I had no idea you were into all this stuff,” he commented, finally getting into the car and starting it. 

Katarina shrugged. “I wasn’t. Spending time around the guns and shit really changes your perspective, though.” 

“Yeah,” Juice murmured, looking around carefully before pulling out of the lot. “Let me know once you get to body armour,” he continued, trying to chuckle like it was a joke. Kat knew better. 

“I’m working on it,” she admitted. “There’s so many types. It’s a vast amount of research.” 

They kept chatting about the wide world of bulletproofing, and within ten minutes they were pulling into the storage lot. Kat directed him towards one of the rows of units at the back, telling Juice to park right outside the rolling door. 

“I’ll just be a minute,” she told him, closing the car door behind her. Katarina pulled the key out of her pocket, reaching for the hanging lock. 

A large white van screeched to a halt behind them. The back door slid open, and a man in a black balaclava started firing off shots indiscriminately. The rear window on the car shattered, and Juice ducked low, trying to avoid the spray of bullets. 

As soon as the shots ceased, he flung himself out of the car with his pistol in hand. Juice fired off a few rounds towards the van as it disappeared around the corner. He started to get back in the car to chase them, but he heard a muffled sound from the front of the car. 

“Kat!” he shouted, running over to her. She looked up at him, her eyes glazed. Her hands were pressed to her abdomen, blood pouring out of her stomach. “Shit,” he swore, pressing one hand over hers to try and stop the bleeding. He pulled out his phone with the other, calling an ambulance. 

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[bakugohoex]

I'm not sure if this is something you would be up to writing, but if you are, how about a What If? Situation where Marco makes it through the battle of Trost and is able to reunite with his S/O and Jean...I just love him so much and it makes me so sad about what happened to him! 🥺

Totally understandable if you don't want to write it either!

“l’m so glad you’re okay”

pairing: marco bodt x gender neutral reader

cw: alternative universe, fluff, mentions of death

word count: 1000+

a/n: see i do do requests, i’ve go so much time today to do hella requests and post them as well, yay

summary: in which marco never died in trost and you reunite after the fight against the titans with jean

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The sound of the boulder shutting the whole made by the armoured titan had brought relief among you all. Eren’s titan had done it but what were the consequences of this new found titan. You and Jean had been together for the most part having been split apart from Marco, your relationship with Marco had been unknown for the most part. You liked it, loved him even but keeping it on the down low was the best option, adding feelings and love was something the others needn't worry about.

However, Jean being both your best friend had ended up finding out when he had caught you and Marco sneaking out of your rooms to go watch the stars. It had been a sweet moment he had seen and the next day he told you all about it, teasing Marco as you scowled at the boy. 

“I think i saw Marco come this way.” Jean spoke, you both wore the white towels to stop yourself from getting any diseases, Trost had become a wasteland filled with dead Titans and even more so, corpses that littered the streets. 

You were hesitant, fearful that at every turn you’d see Marco’s dismembered body lying against a house. The thought of it made you want to puke up your breakfast from hours prior. “He must’ve been helping to identify bodies.” 

“Yeah probably, I need to ask.” Jean was hesitant looking down at your smaller frame, “are you still joining the scouts after all this?”

You knew the question was coming, even if you did make it in the top ten you were always going to join the scouts. You had to, even if it meant leaving Marco behind, the scouts had been an ambition and now fighting against the titans. Seeing them first hand had just made your will to fight them increase, “yeah, I still am, what about you?” 

Jean was hesitant to speak about his thoughts, “Marco told me he was joining the scouts earlier.” 

It had been news to you, you had assumed he would join the garrison regiment and live his life in Wall Rose, he could be happy within the Wall. “Really?”

“Yeah, fighting titans, real titans it makes you think.” Jean muttered looking down, he had thought about, joining the scouts, after seeing everything. How could he not, but he was a wuss, he was scared but, in this moment, he knew your eyes were fixated on making sure Marco was alright. 

A couple more turns and you both could spot the boy; he was standing talking to Reiner about something. Your eyes fixated on the boy, the white cloth across his freckled face, “Marco.” 

It was a mere whisper, but he heard, you could see in his eyes that he was smiling. You smiled back at your pace quickening as he opened your eyes. In an instant you felt him wrap them around your body, your head against his shoulder. You had been crying, you hadn't even realised but the notion of feeling a dampness across your cheeks. “I’m so glad you’re okay”

“Hey, hey, I’ll always be okay.” He brings your face into his hands, wiping the tears away with his thumb. He gave a soft kiss on your forehead having moved the cloth away from his mouth, before grabbing your hands, “we all came out of this at least.”

You both stood hand in hand going towards Jean, Jean smiled at his two friends, he was glad both of you were happy. That there was an air of content even through the deaths surrounding you all, “i heard you were joining the scouts with me.”

“Yeah, I...I need to protect you.” Marco looked down, a red capturing his features, his grip tightened as you smiled out to him.

Jean had coughed making you both look at him, “I’m joining the scouts as well.”

“Wait, what about the MP’s?” You questioned looking at the taller boy. Jean had become fidgety, touching his fingers and not looking directly at you two.

He shrugs before looking at the two of you, “can’t be letting you two go off on your own suicide mission.” He chuckled through the lie, you and Marco knew it was a lie. It was obvious but if Jean didn't want to talk about it, you’d give him space. Connie had called Jean, as he left before Marco could speak.

Jean knew why he was joining the scouts; he knew what the reason was. The look of fear you had had for the past hour looking for Marco, the fear that Marco could be lying dead on a street somewhere had gotten to him. He couldn’t let you both go on a suicide mission, he had changed from his self-absorbed self, he cared for the two of you. He couldn’t let the two people who truly deserved happiness to die out there.

He looked back at Marco and you, you both had started walking towards the edge of the city out of way from the corpses and discarded titans.

“I’m worried about him.” Marco muttered; you rested your head against his shoulder nodding. You both had been looking out to the sunset, the way the orange and yellow hues mixed together to create a picture-perfect scene.

Your hand clung onto his arm, never wanting to leave him again, the fear you had had of losing him still in your head. “He’ll talk to us when he’s ready.”

“Mm, hopefully.” You looked up at the freckled boy, he was alive, you both had survived and now you both could finally save humanity. 

“I guess we’ll finally all get to see what’s outside these walls then.” You smiled trying to settle the mood. 

He looked down smiling, taking off your own cloth, “we’ll win this.” You nod leaning up to capture his mouth in a soft kiss, filled with love and comfort. The fear of death may have become prevalent but now here you were, happy with the person you could call home.

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[the-darklings]

dunno if i'm late for otp ask thing but entire damn thing for jean/clara pls!! they seem really interesting and I want to know them better before your book is done. thank you kat love you!!

you were not late, anon. I, on other hand, am. thank you so much for enabling me tho oh my goddddd seeing this burst my heart open like a pomegranate. I know literally no one cares for this but i'm rustling up my comfort where I can get it.

1. What are things they both find funny?

other people, ignorance, and less sardonically, each other.

2. If they could each describe each other in one sentence, what would it be?

jean: "the most dangerous woman alive." clara: "the most insufferable man alive."

3. If they complimented each other, what would they say?

really depends. clara isn't the most beautiful woman he's been with or even known, but she gets under his skin in a way no one can, so the smallest, most mundane things grow incredibly attractive to him quickly when it comes to her. he's especially fond of her freckles and smiles though. in general, he showers her with compliments near-daily and without ulterior motive. he just likes how she glows under his praise and he wants her to know precisely how much he desires her. for her, it's a bit different. jean is incredibly attractive but to a point he's often objectified by others for it. so she compliments things closer to her heart. like his crooked, genuine smiles because they're so rare yet warm his entire face (one dimple, crinkles around his eyes) from his usual iciness.

4. What would be their ship name?

jean + clara = jeara. their ship tag is also 'almost love' (which they've changed a fair bit from what I had in mind for them originally, but I like the tag too much to alter it now, and it still applies in many ways). 5. What activities do they enjoy together?

I answered this when the otp ask thing was first dropped but pretty much anything. from visiting museums together, reading together, dinners, working, taking baths, or going for long drives with windows rolled down and music blasting and an insane amount of sex 6. What is/are their love language(s)?

they honestly hit all 5 between them, but physical touch/quality time/acts of service/words of affirmation are likely the big ones with their lifestyle. 7. Write a ~300-word love scene for them. 

Sometimes he wonders if he should have made better decisions in his life.

The answer is, undeniably, yes. Jean finds, however, that allowing Clara close is equivalent to laying in a bed of coals still hot with emotion. Right now she's languid, stretched out comfortably while still tucked close to his side, her nose nestled against the hollow of his throat. Having her this near is its own type of torture. Often Jean merely does this to test himself, to see how long he can resist her pull.

"I like that one," she decrees, a touch sleepy, and he resists the urge to tug on her messy french braid. "Read it to me again?"

"Taking comfort in the familiar?"

His words are cutting thanks to years spent being nothing but piercing icy edges, softened only by the innate fondness he has for her. With Clara, his words rumble out more teasing, his breath fanning over her temple when she presses even closer. Leaching his warmth. Such a greedy, needy thing, his viper.

Her cheek ticks upwards in a smile he doesn't see but feels even underneath his jumper.

"If the familiar is you," she drawls fondly. "Then maybe."

8. What were their first impressions of each other?

mutual distrust and dislike lmfao

9. Have they made each other cry?

not yet, but they will : ) 10. Write a ~300-word argument scene for them. 

"You insufferable, reckless idiot-"

"Yes, mon amour."

"Don't you mon amour me," she seethes. "What were you thinking?! You could have gotten yourself killed. You know, one day someone will just get sick of your snarky, asshole speeches and just blow your brains out-"

"Nonsense," Jean dismisses, unperturbed despite the blood caking his once-crisp shirt. "You were there. Besides..."

He pinches her chin between his fingers, tugging her closer for a quick kiss. Scant, nothing like their usual kisses consisting of teeth, nails, and buried in muffled moans. "I had you there," he continues as if that explains shit. "I pity any fool who dares to harm anyone you like."

"Like you?" she scoffs, forcing back her curdling terror and stilling her trembling fingers. "A bit presumptuous of you."

A blink, and his nonchalant mask shifts, leaving Jean straight-faced and cold. Focused and honed in on her alone. His larger fingers swallow up hers, tugging her closer, leaning their faces close.

"I'm not going anywhere," he whispers, every word severe despite the softness, answering a question, a worry, she hadn't voiced. "You're stuck with me for a very long time, vipère. It's just a scratch."

Her eyes slip shut at his comforting, dark murmur in her ear. "I'm kicking your ass when that heals."

A rumbling chuckle washes over her, so rare even now. "I do believe I hear a challenge. I can't possibly refuse my favourite opponent, now can I? We'll see who'll come out on top this time, hm?"

He takes her trembling, bloodied hand and encloses it securely in his.

11. What causes them to fight?

they bicker constantly, but big blowout fights are much rarer since they're pretty decent about communicating even on the off chance they do argue. the crux of their problems is often the fact that he's vvv ruthless. while clara can be just as ruthless, it's much rarer unless she, or someone she loves, is threatened. for her, it's a defense mechanism. for him, it's the natural state of being. so, arguments sometimes stem from that, but she respects him a lot and doesn't like undermining him, so it's more often behind closed doors. another big one is his emotional unavailability initially. she's trying to claw down those walls, and he makes it anything but easy for her. 12. Do they have differing political opinions?

nope, not really. 13. Name something they would never do for the other person. 

for her, it's a matter of never sacrificing her family. she would happily sacrifice herself for him but never them. for jean, uh, the best way I could describe it is being unwilling to give himself to her fully (initially). 14. What would be a dealbreaker?

him knowingly and willingly harming anyone at the pit (and not just ooh they're in danger, but they actually die-die type of deal) would probs come vvv close. for him.......... if she's inside him, then she's in there. 15. What are traits they dislike in one another?

kinda looping back to 11 but while jean (at least inwardly) acknowledges that traits he would criticize and shun in others - and especially himself - he admires in her, clara's willingness to trust people and stay open with them often puts her life in danger. and a danger to her life is an affront to him since he considers them extensions of one another, so his feelings on her reliance/trust in others can often be mixed. because while he admires the strength it takes to stick by your conviction even through betrays etc, if it harms her, it's anything but acceptable to him. as for her, well, jean is a Class A manipulator and plays people like his favourite game. while she strongly admires this trait as well, if it's directed at people she cares for, she can get pissed very quickly. 16. If they broke up, what would be their opinions of each other?

depends on circumstances and who does the breaking tbh. they can range from heartbroken/regretting-it-but-won't-show it to outright enemies. regardless, even if they do break up, they're too strongly bound and far too intertwined to ever be rid of one another. they're the classic no matter what we do, we always end up back together for better or for worse. their feelings for one another are too strong to simply move on, though both might attempt it.

17. What senses (sights, smells, feelings, etc). remind them of each other?

for jean: sunlight, jasmine, earth, the rustling of trees melding with bird song, sweet tangerines, poison, elderflower tea, nigh sky (her freckles), satin, serrated blades, the phantom heat of her laughter against his neck, dimples and creased freckles, her cheek on his shoulder, soft tendrils of her hair slipping and looping through his fingers.

for clara: glaciers, deep night, darkness, cold winter, tallness, tobacco, car leather, the rustling of a tailored suit, black coffee, chocolate, charcoal, classic rock, the scratch of pen/pencil in his notebook as he sketches, a heated murmur of her real name, arm secure around her waist, neck kisses, tucked safely in his lap while he reads to her (usually in french). 18. What would be their love motto?

"no matter what." 19. If they could each write a single line in their marriage vows, what would they be?

this is a hard one because if they did get married I imagine a vvv private ceremony, likely just them and witnesses. if there are any vows they're spoken between them only. likely promising a lifetime of devotion and assurance that whatever broken pieces of them are still intact belong to each other. 20. What is a promise they have made to each other?

perhaps not verbally but patience & to believe in one another no matter what happens. 21. How have they changed each other for the better/for the worse?

they've mutually done both lmao. she reminds him what it means to be alive, how to remember and take joy in the smallest things and see the world that he's grown rather jaded about through different eyes. in general, she opened him up to new experiences and feelings he has sworn off years ago despite his reluctance. for her, he straight up just teaches her how to live (this might sound odd but it will make more sense when you find out more about what kind of life clara led up to the point these two meet, but let's just say its not really life at all, and she's incredibly deprived of most basic human experiences). they've also, undoubtedly, made each other worse. much, much worse. they're both dangerous individuals in their own right, but what they can unleash for each other is, uh, kinda terrifying. they def make each other more dangerous, especially jean (good old 'when someone who doesn't love anyone or anything, finally finds someone to care about...' though he shows this in very roundabout/merciless ways) 22. If their lives were what was originally intended at birth, would they have still fallen in love?

honestly? yes, I think so. even if they led very mundane lives (so no involvement in the shadow world & crime) they still have complementary personalities. it's true they would both be significantly less damaged/guarded (a big bonding element for them is being able to see/love each other's darkness) but they would still have their very sharp minds and ambition to bind them. if anything I think they would do really well in simply understanding and encouraging each other's hunger. 23. Write a ~300 scene between them with no dialogue, only body language.

It's creation.

The raw, stunning kind that bewitches Clara completely. There's nothing more addictive than watching herself being birthed into existence through his eyes. By his hands. Jean is meticulous - always has been. Details others overlook or don't care to see are the grey areas he exists in. It's what makes him so good at what he does, she thinks. Humans are details. Smallest, most mundane details.

How he sees the puzzle of her makes her tender with loving him.

Seated opposite to him, nursing her morning coffee, Clara watches Jean work silently. A black ball pen and a blank page, ink flowing like a river where he touches. It's all he needs. She's mesmerized by the act - its raw beauty, and its simplicity. His depiction of her face doesn't entirely feel like her own. Is this what he sees when he looks her way?

Strong, arresting stare, full mouth, heart-shaped face, freckles splattered across her nose, and chestnut hair that flows around her features like a dark ocean. A simple drawing; more of a loose sketch, really, no specific technique, but he has immortalized her with this single act. Created her like a faithful paying homage to his beloved deity, and Clara can't help but warm when his icy stare flicks her way. Tracing her lips, chin and brows, her mussed hair.

She loves it when he looks at her. Loves it, even more, when he can't quite look away. As if she contains the entire spectrum of colour and life for him. He makes her feel alive with nothing but his eyes.

Tucking her chin in her hand, Clara leans on her elbow, giving him a soft smile. His own mouth twitches in return, his bed hair tempting her closer. She wants to place another love bite right next to the one she spies on his tanned neck, strong tendons twitching under her keen observation.

Still smiling, she reaches for the notebook, unable to force her smile down when she takes in her features from a closer angle. Her face is now commonplace amongst sketches of architecture, birds, and animals.

It's love. The way he draws her. Even if he doesn't say it often verbally, Jean Laurent has a thousand other ways to tell her just how much he adores her.

24. What is something they have each had to forgive the other for?

the entirety of npfh canon post-ase lmfao

25. What moves do they know work on the other?

forcefully yanking his tie off always gets her eyes on him. loosening her hair so it rests around her face/shoulders/back, draws him nearer like a bee to honey. he craves to touch it, scent it and bury his nose in it, arms tight around her. also hearing him laughing genuinely. she thinks he doesn't know it drives her crazy and makes her want to kiss him every time she hears it but he totally knows. mutual, heated eye contact at an event, egging each other on too, and just in case anyone is wondering, yes, semi-public is def a thing with these two. 26. What are their favorite parts about physical affection/sex?

ooh, for her it's everything. all of it. from most chaste to the filthiest. jean is not the first man she's been with, she has experience, but what he does to her no one else can. he often doesn't need to do anything sexual, just look at her, drinking her in, appreciating her. every time he touches her it's as if he's dipping his hands in liquid gold - and that's what she feels like when with him: golden. every edge of her desired, wanted, needed, and above all else, cherished. for him, well, she lowkey destroys him. or, rather, his guards. his impenetrable armour is ashes when she's near. he never quite knows what he will get: a woman who kisses and touches him with such adoration, loving him so fiercely as if he's center of her universe or a woman whose all teeth, snarl, and bite, leaving him bloodied with her passion. either way, it's so perfect he gravitates towards her as if she's the sun with her own orbit. 27. Do they have any kinks/fetishes that they share?

pretty much all of them <3 they're both rather sexual and both are open to trying new things together as well. basically, they're the hot couple you encounter at a bar/club/event and end up having a hot threesome with all night long ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 28. Write a ~300 fantasy one of them has about the other. 

is it still a fantasy if it's happened?

His wet, rough breath sears the shell of her ear. Panting, Clara presses closer, tucked away from sight in the shadowed alcove. Barely. In truth, anyone walking by could see them if they focused on the shadows for longer than a split second.

People have been cutting across the hallway back and forth all night.

"If Ramona finds us-"

"I don't care," Jean snaps back, his steady baritone frayed, heavier. His accent drips from his tongue far less controlled, splintering further, and she tightens around him, earning her a deep groan. "Let her see."

"But the guests-"

"Fuck the guests," he shoots back, even darker, driving deeper into her. Her satin dress is pulled upwards, pooling around her waist, the wall cold and hard, her body lurching into it with every merciless snap of Jean's hips from behind. "And everyone else."

His hot tongue swirls around the shell of her ear and she moans, arching her back. Jean slips a hand across her mouth, smothering the sound in its wake. A second later the dull thud of footsteps penetrates her ears, a thrill shooting down her spine and electrifying her skin. Rolling her hips deliberately, Clara smiles into his hand when a pained hiss slips past Jean's teeth. Good.

Footsteps near, and his hips jolt forward, pulsing inside her, deeper, deeper-

"Naughty, naughty," a low voice drawls, and Clara jerks in her spot, the cooling bath water sloshing around her as she blinks herself back into reality. "What were you daydreaming about, chérie?"

Jean leans in the bathroom doorway, tracing her bare, wet collarbone with heated intent.

Steadying her thudding heart, Clara tucks her chin back into the lapping water, the scent of flowers and bath oils permeating the air. "Remembering that time Ramona and Augustin held a function, and you decided it would be a good idea to fuck me out in the open."

Blue sparks with mischief, an additional layer of simmering heat blooming in him with her recollection. "Oh? I do believe that was one of my favourites. Care for a repeat, amour?"

A laugh slips free from her, her toes stretching to dull a mild throb now between her legs. "You're unbelievable."

Rolling his eyes, Jean enters the space, cutting through the steam. "I know," he whispers stagely with a sly, wide-eyed expression, pulling off his shirt smoothly, leaving the bare expense of his wide shoulders and muscled body for her to appreciate. "It's why you adorer me, non?"

She splashes water in his face in reply.

29. What are each of their signature foreplay moves?

for him: undressing her oh so slowly, or ripping her clothes clean off when she really works him up, gradual neck kisses, stroking every inch of her skin despite knowing every crevice and freckle already. for her: biting his lip, pulling on his hair, heavy/sly eye contact. also oral. 69 is one of their fave things. 30. Write a short exchange of dirty talk between them. 

"Mhm, missed you."

Hot, wet kisses trail up his throat, followed by a hard bite and a suck. Jean forces back a groan. Heat surges through his veins, leaving him cursing how well-versed she's become at working him up. Clara grinds on him; deliberate, wanton. Her back arched, and entirely untamed in her need. She peppers tiny, greedy kisses up his jaw, unfazed by his stubble. She's no doubt savouring the burn, the friction. She gets ever so sweet when he's between her legs instead.

"I can tell," he murmurs hotly, guiding her hips, working her on the rapidly growing hardness between his legs, still amused by how shamelessly she has seated herself in his lap. He feels her desire burning beneath his chilled fingertips and yanks her to him, hands in her hair. "Look at you. So good for me. Are you wet yet, vipère?"

She hmms again, working her way up to his mouth, kissing him hard, her hands bracing his face.

"My, my, si gourmande," he whispers with a faint chuckle when they finally part for breath. "Next time, I'll be sure to take you in front of others if you can't wait. Would you like that, vipère, hm? If I put you on my lap while playing poker, and let you hmm... work yourself to that sweet, sweet rapture? Right there for everyone to see. You do enjoy being seen, non? Adored. Oui, you're so impatient. Maybe I'd put you on your knees instead. So you feel the carpet burn for a week straight. You do like it when I fuck you from behind."

"So do you," she gasps, licking across his bottom lip with a small nibble. "I'll let you fuck me in front of others. But we both know others will hear you moaning my name first."

31. What do they love to do after sex?

oh, she's a big every-inch-of-me-needs-to-touch-you kind of person. even if it's only for a few minutes, she likes coming off her high, nuzzling herself close, kissing his skin, luxuriating in the aftermath (likewise he's more outwardly possessive of her when right after a high). despite the mess (and it is a damn mess, neither is satisfied until she's a physical wreck and marked in every which way and not just hickeys) these few instances of closeness are a must for her. 32. Do they enjoy morning or night sex?

they enjoy anytime-any-place sex : )

[poisonheadcrabsalesman]

Writing Snippets

Palmer gets a haircut (small description of scars)

Square Lasky

The Ferrets traumatize the IVs

The adventures of Jorts

Hacksaw Squad meets Fireteam Crimson

1. Palmer gets a haircut

Clippers buzzed next to her head and she unclenched her jaw as auburn clumps fell to the floor.

They had numbed her for the stitches despite her protests. The nurse leveled a flat look at her before continuing putting in neat rows of stitches. Her scalp itched at the tugging sensation and she balled her fists.

Stupid. A stupid mistake. It wasn't even a big deal, but head wounds bleed and need to be kept clean.

Now she was going to walk around with a sign on the side of her head telling the world how she fucked up.

The nurse finished up and pat her shoulder. A mirror was placed in her hands and she saw her tired face staring back at her. Tilting the mirror, her eyes traced the raw pink slice that ran from just behind her temple past her ear and down the back of her skull.

It was an angry thing, uneven and vivid, but better than it had been hours before. Apparently a screaming, blood covered demon was enough to scare the Covies into a corner. Still her armor had been a mess and the techs had seemed skittish as they helped her out of her kit.

The face looking back at her was blank. She raised an eye and felt a slight tug. Turning again she looked at the scar and the shaved stripe. The nurse who had done the stitches had offered to even her hair out and she had numbly agreed.

Sarah Palmer was not vain. She hadn't put much thought into her hair. Now the back and side of her head were exposed to the cool air and the remaining strands were tied back away from the fresh wound.

It was...something. Different.

She sat quietly through the instructions on how to keep it clean and when to come back, chewing over this new thing. She had plenty of scars, the blamite round in her left shoulder, hardlight blade on her right bicep, bullet wounds and plasma rounds having left their marks on her. She'd been born into this war and it had made her its own.

She sits there and looks. Makes faces and bares her teeth.

Huh.

This might be something.

2. Square Captain, our Captain

"Am I really square looking?" Captain Lasky asks, voice carrying from his bathroom to where Palmer and Roland were talking in his quarters.

They share a look and mouth some words before he sticks his head, face dropping from the lack of an answer.

"Your silence is deafening."

"Tom, did someone hurt your feelings, cuz I can kill them for you."

"What the Commander is trying to say is we like you and will defend your squareness."

"So you do think I'm square!" He rubs at his jaw as his brow furrows. Palmer sighs and rolls her eyes, looking to Roland as she shrugs before walking over and slinging an arm around Lasky.

"We love our square little captain." She squeezes him to her side. "Little goody two shoes Lasky with his morals and his square little head."

"Gee thanks Sarah, I can feel the love and support." He says squished against her side. "Also, I'm not short, you're a Spartan, they gave you height in the war."

"Our tiny baby Captain square head." She says pressing a kiss to his temple.

"Am I really that square?"

"Would you like me to tell you the math, sir?"

"I would!"

"We know, Sarah and no thanks, Roland, don't give her any more ammo."

"Square, square man."

"Roland, pull up the footage from g-AAH"

"Roland delete that footage! I thought there weren't any backups?"

"No can do, Spartan. It's saved in a hundred different places and you need the captain's code to make me delete it."

3. The Ferrets

"So you know how we got kicked out of group therapy because we were scaring the IVs?"

"You weren't 'kicked out', it was suggested that you three see another doctor in a more private setting."

"That's kicking us out, Mom."

“They said we needed someone to help us with our ‘unique needs and life experiences’ and that we needed to ‘stop making the IVs cry’ when we were just participating!“

"Anyways, we have a new psych and they seem cool, they were talking us through the paperwork and what we wanted."

"How was that?"

"Well we said we think we might still be legally dead so we'll get back to them."

4. The Adventures of Jorts Part ?

"Hey Roland, where's Jorts?" Captain Lasky asks and Roland deliberates on sharing the news about the ship’s newest cat.

"I'll tell you, but you can't get mad."

"Roland."

"She's in Blue Team's quarters, has been for a few days."

"Why would that make me mad?"

"Because shehadkittensunderMasterChief'sbed." Roland spits out quickly, hands clasped in front of him and a sheepish look on his avatar's face.

"Kittens? She was pregnant? Why didn't you-"

"Captain, I don't make a habit of reading the cats' biosigns. You cannot blame me for this."

At that, the captain scratches his nose and his mouth turns up a little at the corners.

"Are they there right now?"

"Yes, captain. I believe it's feeding time."

"I have time." He mutters to himself as he looks at the clock before turning to Roland. "Time for a break. Do you have pictures?"

"Of course I do! They were even talking about letting me name one!"

5. Hacksaw Squad meets (our) Fireteam Crimson

The Spartan Commander is mouthing off to your squad leader over comms, but you couldn't care less right now because three Elites twice your size are circling you and the two other marines trapped in a Forerunner base.

Red blurs replace them and two of the aliens fall dead while your eyes adjust and watch as Spartans take down the third. They nod at you and you move as a unit to rescue the other half of your squad.

They're a sight to take in as they rush hunters and punch Elites, bodily moving in between you and the attackers most of the time. One of them breaks radio silence when your squad splits up and falls in behind the two leading the attack.

They also sound panicked as they bark at the other one about where the rest of the squad is and the other responds in an equally aggressive manner. You don't have much time to think because there are drop pods incoming and too many voices chattering on the comms.

Your squad regroups on the Spartans and you clear the tower. The Spartan with the jetpack jumps off to circle around the back and check for any stragglers while the one with the horned helmet seems to take a headcount.

Phantoms surround you as your ride takes too long to get there. The Spartans, Fireteam Crimson it seems, are herding you to cover and furiously trying to keep you alive. You haven't lost a squadmate since they appeared and you are grateful for them, if a bit put off by their demeanor. Climbing on the pelican for evac you hear one speak out of their helmet’s radio while the other nudges them tiredly.

"We saved our boys."

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Thanks for reading! Jorts is based off of the ship cats from @/kat-w-writes fic Iron and Gold. Most of the other stuff is in collaboration with Bellygunnr and Shitty17!

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Belated birthday wishes Amy!

(@gkittylove99 ) I want to dedicate this to you. Since the time I started writing fics, you have always been there. Your comments feed my greedy brains to write more and better each time. Thank you for reading every fic that I write. Here is the one you had asked for two months ago.

Remember me -2

Book: The Royal Romance AU

Pairing: Leo x Madeleine

Word count: 1100+/-

Disclaimer: All characters belong to pixelberry.

Rating: Mature

Warning: Mention of death.

Prompt: Features @sundayromance week 27 in bold.

A/N: Thank you @jessiembruno for pre reading part of this post.

Summary: Leo has returned, has been brought back to Cordonia after almost three decades. But he is not the same Leo we knew. He is devastated after his wife Katie’s death and his own brother Liam is not able to revive him out of the grief. Everyone looks at one person with all hopes: Madeleine. Will their story begin again at the twilight of their lives?

Catch up here

Madeleine had spent the whole day in her quarters. After all these years of only mundane work, she had not expected such a jolt and surely she was not prepared to withstand it’s force.

Once again, she stood up to face her duties, to complete the task given to her. Except that this time, the responsibility was encroaching into her personal space. The waves of emotions were lashing heavily on the gateway of her heart. This time she felt the walls of her defending bastions weakening.

The doors to her rooms opened early in the evening. Madeleine stepped out with the same grace and demeanour. She had learnt to curb the inner storms with years of experience.

A message was sent to the king that the countess is ready to meet his brother. Quick arrangements were made and she was guided to the backside of the palace that looked upon the serene lake. A curved path through the greens lead to the waters. She was told that she would find Prince Leo there. She requested privacy, so the palace staff left her alone at the passageway.

She could hear the lawnmower running nearby to trim the royal gardens. Her heart was racing high with each forwarded step. The sound of the mower reverberated in her chest. Soon the voices of outside world were lost and all she could hear was the roaring of a machine. But this was not the lawnmower, it was the noise of the racing bike on which she sat, as Leo sped them through the roads of Greece. The memories of yesteryears blinded her as her feet fell at a painfully slow pace on her path.

It was a bright sunny day when Leo had promised her a ride across the country on his racing bike. He had arranged for the bike on the borders of Cordonian land. They had stepped out of the palace in the limo with a pretext of a picnic. But Leo had some tricks up his sleeve and he played them well. Soon the couple had snuck away from the prying eyes of the security and hopped on a motorbike.

Leo took off in full speed as he was accustomed to the ride. Madeleine who was new to this free world sat snugly on the back. Her arms were across Leo’s chest, tightly held for dear life. She had shut her eyes close. The frills of her sundress were flowing madly as the bike zipped through the curving road. She was cursing herself for the wrong choice of outfit, for the wrong choice of the date, for every possible wrong choice that had put her in current situation.

Soon they were crossing a small town, when she heard the tyres screeching and she felt her body being thrown onto Leo’s back totally uncontrolled. This is the end, she thought. She quickly offered her last prayers to the lord and asked forgiveness for her mistakes. As the inertia of her fall broke, she realised she was still alive. She once again thanked the Almighty to grant her life.

She opened her eyes slowly to absorb the scene in front of her. There stood an infuriated cop in front of their bike ready to punish them. Leo signalled her to get down. She disembarked the beast and pressed on her dress to get the pleats back in order.

Her ears picked up the conversation Leo was having with the officer. She understood that he was angry on them for over speeding. But just then another rider passed by. The cop continued arguing with Leo. Madeleine couldn’t bear it anymore and charged with rage.

She started counter arguing with the cop, “That guy just went past faster than us. You didn’t catch him. How can you do this to us? This is absolutely unfair. Who is your boss? I need to lodge a complain.”

“Can you mute her down?” the cop said in an irritated tone.

“ I am sorry. Give me a second.” Leo pulled Madeleine to the other side, away from the cop. “Can you please calm down. I have this under control.”

“But Leo, how can they do this to you. You are the crown…”

Before she could utter another word, he had hugged her tight, one arm around her waist and the other hand covering her mouth. Her jade eyes were wide in shock. Leo’s sea blues pierced through her greens as he whispered over her cheek. “ Don’t mention the crown. Please.” She blinked in agreement.

“ Are we good to go?” he asked. She blinked again nodding slightly, her golden curls tickling his fingers tips in return.

He slowly moved away his hand to reveal her quivering pink lips. Her body trembled as she felt his strong arm circling her small frame. He could feel her holding her breath as his broad chest pressed against her bosom into the embrace. He loosened his grip realising it. His face lowered down, his lips crushing hers, almost sucking the air out. She stood stunned trying to gather what just happened while he quickly turned to walk back to the officer.

She tried to stabilise her steps and see through the daze. The officer was now grinning broadly. She turned her back to them, to hide her flushed face. She tried to look away at the woods, the faraway houses, anything that could take her mind away from the knots forming in her stomach.

Few more minutes passed away, when Leo tapped on her shoulder. She turned to face him, her eyes down casted, shying away from his gaze. His hand reached up. The back of his curled fingers caressed her cheek as she closed her eyes at the rising heat. He whispered against her lips, teasing her, as usual, “Mad Maddie.”

A whooshing sound of a flock of starling birds, passing by, startled her. It broke her reverie. She stopped to check if she was still on the right track, leading to the lake. Once sure, she sighed, “You were the one that got away, but the memories never wane away.”

Part 3 here

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Fic Writer Review

Ok, I could’ve sworn I was tagged by @aleksandrachaev but now the notification has disappeared? Idk what the hellsite is up to by making me think I have notifications, but I’m going to do this anyway 😂 😂 . I haven’t looked too closely at my stats and everything in a while, so this will be fun! 

1. how many works do you have on AO3?

77. But please don’t ask about the number of WIPs I have  😅

2. what’s your total AO3 word count?

208,442. Huh. I thought it would be more? Oh well!

3. how many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Three. One random one shot for each ER and T100. The rest are all AoS!

Actually, wait. Since Kat says (and I agree whole heartedly!) that Black Widow is it’s own fandom, then make that 4! I wrote a one shot of an alternate end credit scene for that movie!

4. what are your top 5 fics by kudos? (I’m not including the ones I have cowritten)

Everything’s Changing 372 Kudos-  Talk about a wild idea I had watching a movie from the 90s. Anywayyyy. Philinda and Philindaisy moments. Lots of fluff. (which if you know me, you know I do more angst these days.  😂)

We’ve Come a Long Way from Where We Began 265 kudos - Aww! The first thing I ever wrote! Lots of May and Daisy moments and they work t reunite their team. (But also I now refuse to read this because I can see how much my writing has improved since then, and now I get mad at previous me 😂)

A Bad *Axe* Birthday 177 Kudos- May gives Daisy an axe for her birthday, and teaches her to throw it. Because to quote Rosa Diaz from B99 “What kind of woman doesn’t have an axe?”

I Took You for Granted 150 Kudos- TBH, I’m surprised this one was this high? It’s not one of the better things I’ve written tbh. But it’s May and Daisy, in season 7, and God knows they needed more scenes together, so maybe that’s why this one is on the list.

What Did We Do To Deserve This 137 Kudos- Oooooooh. *sigh* Early season 5 Philinda feels for when I still had hope for my OTP.

5. do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Ummmm YES! You kind person took the time to leave me a comment! I will let you know my appreciation for that! No comment is too big or too small! You can literally comment a <3 and I will respond because you made my day! That said, I usually respond like once a month to all the comments that have been building up in my inbox

6. what’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

*cackles* Ummmm. I have several, but I think the angstiest would be The Unimaginable. Poor May just lost everyone in this fic. 

OR! the pieces of my heart are missing you because I just kill all of my favorites.

OR! the moon and the stars are nothing without you because Philindaaaa feeeeels

I’m Lost Without Her  and Stay Alive, That Would Be Enough are runners up!

7. do you write crossovers? if so what is the craziest one you’ve written?

Nope. Not creative enough for that  😂 😂

8. have you ever received hate on a fic?

I don’t think so? Only hate for making people feel too many feels  😂 😂 😂

But to the person who once commented “Bestie I hate to break it to you but this ^ is not therapy” on one of my angst fics, please know that even though I don’t know who you are, I love you and think about this comment everyday.

9. do you write smut? if so what kind?

Yes, but not lately. And it usually has feelings involved. No plots usually, but feelings yes.

10. have you ever had a fic stolen?

I doubt I am even known enough for someone to bother  😂

11. have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but that would be awesome!

12. have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yeah! Lean On Me with @shadowcass! Set during season 7 of AoS- Instead of MaYo going to Afterlife, it’s May & Daisy!

13. what’s your all time favorite ship?

Philindaaaaaaa. I have way too many feels about those two. 

14. what’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Anything that’s in my old laptop. I got a new computer about 6 months ago, and any of my WIPs that somehow didn’t transfer over will probably never be finished. 😔

15. what are your writing strengths?

Angst! Also fluff (if I’m in the right mood). Sometimes humor! (again, depends on the mood.)

16. what are your writing weaknesses?

Feels I think? Sometimes I just write and then I go back to read it later and the dialogue in the feels particularly cringey. Also, I have a habit of using my southern slang in random places if I’m writing while tired, so I try to double check that.  😂

17. what are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Personally, I’ve only done it a couple of times, and for very short sentences or phrases because I don’t want to accidentally say something wrong and make a mess of things! I sadly only speak English with a few words of Spanish and Italian thrown in for funsies. Still waiting on a fic where I can randomly throw in a word or two in Italian.

18. what was the first fandom you wrote for?

Agents of Shield I believe! Unless you count the poorly written story I practically copied from an episode of Desperate Housewives that I was probably way too young to be watching. I wrote with gel pen on some loose leaf paper and then put into a pronged folder. I was maybe... 12? Mayyyyybe 13?

19. what’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

It’s like choosing my favorite child! (Not that I have children, but I do have 4 pets and I can easily tell you who my favorite pet is. 😂)

Hands down, I think my favorite has to be It’s Only a Matter of Time. I wrote a spec fic before the AoS finale where the team splits up across time, and I sobbed so hard while writing it!

Also I really really like The Unimaginable listed above with the angsty ending!

I’m tagging @tessathetesla @samanthaswishes @herosofmarvelanddc @brutashaphilindaandsylkieohmy if you guys want to do this!

[ka-writes]

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Notes- Did I decide I was gonna write a fic at 2:00 AM? Yes yes I did... anyways I don’t have an archive account yet but I wanted to get it out there.... um here is chapter one of my space AU, because I absolutely fell in love with the AU.

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Inspired by:

Humans are Space Velociraptors

By:FreshRoses_InMyGarden_NeedTheRain

Some kids come from storks, others come from crashed spaceships

By: mmmajora

Home Again, Home Again

By: teeth_eater

All works can be found on Ao3

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Ohh also challenge if you wanna do it, fill in the Title! And another one... if you were an alien what question would you ask a human other than basic questions, like name and age.

Also suggestions are always appreciated! And if you wanna support my main blog it is kadoodle.. also I have no updating schedule so I will when I want to.

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Warnings: Cussing, mentions of tight spaces and characters being trapped, mentions of corpses, and needles.

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“Humans are [Insert text here]”

Chapter 1: Idiots kidnap the wrong kid..

Honestly, life hasn't been bad. His needs were met, most of the time, and he had a.. place to sleep…

Yeah no life wasn’t great.

Tommy was easily, barely, avoiding Social Services. Sleeping on benches and occasionally grass. He got whatever wasn’t wanted and had an official bag for the first time. He had some spare clothes, and no money. The authorities stopped looking for him after a while and the only main challenge was getting essentials.

No one would miss him. No one would look for him. Therefore he was the perfect target among many others. The only thing setting him apart was his sheer ability to survive, not a want, like many of the others, it was a fact he would survive. Not that his captors knew that of course.

Alternative: Tommy gets kidnapped by aliens and sbi rescues him.

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He woke up in a cage.

Not a cell or a room, a fucking cage.

There were a few others in various cages around the room. All of which were either dead or close to it. Most of the ones still alive had been there for months, possibly years. No one knew of course.

The smell of rotting bodies stenched the place with a coppery coating. The room wasn’t large but not quite small. It was dull grey with layers of grime settling on the floor and cages. The room was long and skinny, lined with cages against either wall in a zig zag format. The only light was coming from the small door window, which happened to be positioned right in front of Tommy. It glowed a faint yellow and was blurry, not allowing Tommy to see into the hall.

Shadows would occasionally pass by the window. None ever stopped at it. Causing the ever growing hunger to grow more. Once one had stopped at the door, not for more than a second, before it screeched. It was inhuman and sounded like a hurt hawk from one of those nature documentaries. Tommy shoved his hands onto his ears and waited for it to stop. The thing chuckled, not like a human, but something close to it.

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Tommy waited for what seemed like hours before something happened. The door opened, sliding into the ceiling. A weird looking creature stepped in. It looked like it had a porcelain mask over its face with a painted smiley face. There were no ears or hair, instead just more porcelain, which formed a spear which sat on shadows. The thing was wearing a lime green hoodie and black leather pants that seemingly faded into the creature's legs. The knees bent inwards causing it to look awfully awkward as it crouched near Tommy’s cage. The hands were long and lanky with no real palm. The creature also had a tail that looked close to how Tommy pictured a devil's tail to look. This was the first time in ages Tommy was glad to be behind bars.

The thing pointed at itself and said,

“Dream.”

In the most heavily accented English Tommy had ever heard. That didn’t matter as much of the fact that the seemingly painted smile moved with the words.

“Come.”

The creature unlocked the cage and half dragged Tommy out of the cage into what Tommy presumed to be the lab. He noticed a window. The only thing for miles was stars. He was in space. He had been kidnapped by Aliens. Fuck.

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Humans were a heavily avoided species. The things were what kids would expect to come out of their closet. They were feared, and for good reason.

The first ship to find Earth was ecstatic. Finding another intelligent species in what would’ve been deemed as a planetary desert was a scientific breakthrough. Causing the entirety of the media to go insane for a couple of years.. That was until the first ship ventured onto the planet. It was immediately shot down. The entire crew was killed and the entirety of the ship was destroyed in a matter of minutes. The ISF (Intergalactic Safety Force) deemed it as a no flight zone and claimed to punish anyone in the desert. Even so poachers smuggled humans and within days had their ship crashed.

The only ones allowed to take humans were scientists, who were specialized in taking care of difficult species. They were allowed to test on said species and do whatever they wanted, in the name of science of course. Most people didn’t care how they treated them and were really only interested in what could kill them.

Which is where Wilbur came in. He was a toxicologist, a scientist studying poisons, he also dealt with various potions and other chemical mixes. This knowledge is what gained his entry to the Dream Team Ship.

He had been testing on around nine different humans for the past six months on the celestial calendar. This time Dream, his boss and the captain, brought in a juvenile human. He was skinny and lanky. Clearly had been starving before being taken. He felt bad before shaking off his pity.

“V74 and V83. Make sure he can communicate beforehand.” Dream promptly stated before leaving the kid in the room.

Wilbur tried not to think about his terrified face, before he clipped on the translator. Usually it is worn on the back of the head, since humans brains are vastly different than most species, it is clipped to the left side of the head.

The translator looks like a simple device when in reality it took dozens of celestial years to perfect it. It’s a small silver disk that ingrains into the part of the brain that controls communicating. After the body gets used to the device it can translate any language into one you understand instantly.

It took a couple more years for the translator to incorporate the estimated 7,000 languages spoken on Earth. For a planet that has been isolated it has a more complex and diverse set of cultures and languages, than Pellucidian has had in centuries. To say Wilbur was jealous, wouldn’t be far from the truth. Not that he studied cultures for a living. It was something that always interested him.

He put the device on the kid’s head and grimaced at the pain that was on the kid’s face. He quickly dried up the blood and mixed a solution that would ease the pain. It was clear and tasted like water, which is the only way they got humans to take the pain reduction.

The kid relaxed for a spilt second before tending at the unfamiliar setting.

“Where am I?” He snapped, causing Wilbur to jump back a bit, before collecting himself and standing up.

“The Dream Team craft’s labatory.” The kid’s face flashed with panic for a split second, “You have two testings scheduled for today. It will go quickly.”

“Will it be painful?” The kid asked. As standard for testing, Wilbur ignored the question and measured the substances. He quickly cleaned the puncture spot before giving him the needle.

The kid winced in pain. Wilbur swiftly led him to the testing chair. It had restraints that moved with the patient's body, which prevented bruising while keeping them in place. Wilbur clicked them on and sat at the desk located to the left of the kid.

“What did you inject into me?” The kid asked clearly trying to fight off the anesthetic.

“A dosage of Lidocaine, which is an anesthetic for your species. It’s only to numb pain that may come with the solutions we will be using today.” The kid’s face flashed with a deeper panic than before, causing Wilbur to tense. “We won’t start yet, since we have a list of questions to go through before we begin.” Wilbur lied. He hated testing people, especially kids. Dream of course didn’t care, like the rest of the Dreamon species. It made him sick. That was when he made a split second decision. Hoping he could get a distress signal out, without alerting the other crew members. He was gonna get the kid off the ship, at the next stop of course. Which was in three celestial hours.

The kid scoffed, clearly not believing the lie. He paused a moment thinking over his options before he smirked,“Fine. Ask me what you want bitch-boy!” Wilbur gasped, clearly not anticipating the insult.

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Chapter 1 End

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End notes: Why the hell does google docs make it so hard to copy and paste??

Also I had to do some intense googling for this... I hope you enjoyed!

(Also also this is my first ever fanfic... please give feedback and reblog!!)

Minor mistakes are forgiven... don’t expect me to be perfect... I am dyslexic.

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Tommy: ....

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*intense starring*

Wilbur POV: I am kidnapping it.

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Chapter 2:

[dream-a-little-bigger-x]

Chapter 24 -- Perfect Harmony | Charlie Gillespie

Summary: Emily Fox is a talented 17-year-old with a passion for all things music. Her dream is to become a successful singer-songwriter one day. But to achieve that dream, she needs to get into one of the most prestigious music schools in her district – it’s all been part of her plan since she was six. Sadly enough, those schools cost a ton of money that her parents don’t want to invest. They don’t even want her to pursue her dream. So, now Emily’s hustling, working at the music store to save up to get into college. That’s until she meets Charlie, an annoying seventeen-year-old boy with the same dream as her. The only difference is, he’s just doing it. He doesn’t need a fancy college to pursue his dream to become famous with his band. He just writes his songs and books small gigs here, there and everywhere. Will meeting Charlie defer her from her dream college, or will he actually help her achieve the dream?

Pairing: Charlie Gillespie x OC (Emily Fox)

Warnings: mentions of death, sexual assault

Important note: the characters of Charlie, Owen, Jeremy and Madison are based on the characters they play on the show and i do not own their names, only OC are mine. The songs aren’t mine either, they’re all from the show except for one.

~|Emily Fox|~

Friday isn’t any better than Thursday. Though Madi and Mitch kind of filled up the void in my heart yesterday, it just seems to seep out the very next day. I don’t go to school yet, but Madi does today. Her mother allowed her to skip once, but not twice. I don’t blame her for it. Just because my life is ruined and I have no future, doesn’t mean Madi’s life needs to be ruined too. No. I want her to thrive. I want her to graduate High School and go to her dream college. I want her to have the things I don’t have. “Muffin,” Mitch’s voice sounds from the other side of the bedroom door, “I made you breakfast. Can I come in?” I let out a chuckle at how adorable my uncle is. He’s been like that since last Saturday. Just the cutest, greatest uncle alive. “Yeah, come in!” I sit up straight in bed, placing my phone to the side. I’d been scrolling through Tumblr aimlessly. At least the memes are still somewhat hilarious. Unless they’re memes Charlie sent me, because then I cried. “Made you some eggs, your favorite comfort food besides Madi’s mom’s lasagna!” He places the tray on my bed, the delicious smell of freshly made eggs hitting my nostrils. “If it were healthy to eat that much lasagna, even in the morning, I’d let you. But you know… Got to stay healthy.” He sits down at the end of my bed and grabs his own plate. “What movie are we watching today?” he asks before taking a bite. I grab the other plate and start eating too. “You can choose,” I tell him and take a bite, then hold up my finger to tell him to wait until I swallow. “But it can’t be a musical or anything Disney. Especially not Aladdin!” “Ten Things I hate About You?” He suggests hopeful. I think about it for a moment, then nod my head. “Kat does play guitar in that, though?” I shrug. “At least they don’t break out into music every other minute and it’s not the guy that plays the guitar because that would remind me of… you-know-who…” I tell him and take a sip from the orange juice he’d brought along. “Voldemort?” Mitch jokes. I tilt my head a little and raise my eyebrows as if saying ‘really, dude?’. “I’m kidding, Muffin. ‘Ten Things’ it is then!” We continue eating in silence for a moment which gives me the time to think about life. What am I going to do with my life? Since the Music Academy didn’t work out and I don’t have the band anymore, maybe I should do something more … Parent-approved. “I’m thinking of looking into other colleges,” I blurt out, capturing my uncle’s attention. “Maybe check out those colleges my parents wanted me to go to. I do like languages? Maybe I could do something in that direction?” “Are you sure you want to do that, Muffin?” I take a deep breath, placing my knife and fork on my half-empty plate. “It’s better than doing absolutely nothing, you know? I can’t spend my entire life wrapped up in blankets, eating eggs and lasagna and ice cream, and cry. I mean, I can keep dreaming like I’ll live forever but I have to live it. Now or never.” I can’t help but smile at the fact I just quoted the boys’ song and I think Uncle Mitch even noticed it too. “Wise words,” he says with a smirk, “But yeah, I mean, if you really want to do that, then I’m 100% behind you, Muffin. Whatever you need.” The smile on my face widens at this, and it surprises me that my lips can still curl up this far. It feels like I haven’t done that in forever. Mitch’s smile then suddenly vanishes. “Does that then mean you’re going back to your parents’?” he asks. I swallow the lump in my throat. I hadn’t even thought of that. “No,” I reply, “No, I don’t think so… Unless you want me out?” “No! God no! I could never do that to you.” It stings a little hearing him say that since my parents could, apparently. But at the same time, it makes me happy, knowing I have a man who loves me stand on my side for once. “You’re the best, Uncle Mitch, you know that?” The smile reappears on his face, along with a slight blush on his cheeks. “Yeah, I heard that before,” he chuckles, “I love you, Muffin.” He places his plate on the tray again as I do the same with mine, knowing a hug is about to ensue. “I love you too, Mitchy.” I wrap my arms around my uncle’s neck as he wraps his around my waist. A bunch of oxytocin releases in my body, and for the first time in about a week, actually makes me feel happy again.

“I hate the way you talk to me, And the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car, I hate it when you stare. I hate your big, dumb combat boots, And the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick, it even makes me rhyme. I hate the way you’re always right, I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, Even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you’re not around, and the fact you didn’t call. But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you, Not even close, Not even a little bit, Not even at all.” I recite the poem along with Kat as Mitch and I sob. This movie always makes me cry, no matter how many times I watch it. It’s such a feel-good sad movie, perfect for the situation. My phone rings then, and after having blown my nose and wiped my tears, I pick it up. Ash’s name flashes on the screen. “Hey, Ash,” I greet with a slight quiver of my voice. “Have you been crying?” she asks, her voice instantly filled with worry. “Yeah, Mitch and I are watching 10 Things I Hate About You.” I glance over at Mitch, who’s sniffling in his tissues. “Ah,” Ash says, “The poem.” “Yah, the poem,” I whisper. In the background, I hear a couple of faint voices. She’s probably at the store, handling some customers. “So, anyway, I’m calling to see if you would like to come help me out a little. I asked my brother the last couple of days to fill in for you, but he can’t, and I really don’t have anyone else…” The voices in the background come through again. One of them faintly sounds like Owen, but I could be wrong. “It’s fine if you’re not up for it… I just really could use your help.” I draw in a deep breath. “I’ll come,” I say, which makes Mitch snap his head towards me in surprise. “Really?” Ash asks, not expecting me to say ‘yes’. “Yeah, I could use some distraction, I guess,” I tell her, and rise from the couch. “I’m going to get showered and dressed and then I’ll come, okay?” I hear the voices in the background again. I swear I hear Owen and Jeremy now. “Yeah, perfect! Thank you, Emily!” She sounds relieved. “No problem, Ash. See you in a bit.” “See you.” We both hang up and I start making my way upstairs. “What’s happening?” Mitch asks me before I get to the stairs. “Ash asked if I wanted to come help,” I tell him nonchalantly and rush up the stairs. I quickly take a shower, put some jeans and a top on, add a light layer of makeup and we’re done and ready to go. “You’re leaving the house?” Mitch asks, following after me as I grab my stuff. “On purpose?” “Yes, I am. It might do me some good,” I tell him with a simple shrug. “Okay… I’ll see you tonight then?” I’ve never seen my uncle this confused. “Yes, see you tonight,” I kiss him on the cheek and run out of the house, grabbing my bike to get to the store as fast as possible. It sounded kind of urgent when Ash called me. Plus, if those voices really were Owen and Jeremy, I might still catch a glimpse of them. The store is completely empty when I arrive. Ash is behind the counter, reading a book. “I’ve never seen it this quiet,” I tell her as I drop my bag onto the counter, making Ash jump. “Hey, Emily!” She says louder than necessary. “Hey, thanks for doing this! Uhm, my girlfriend kind of needs me, so…” She pats my shoulder before grabbing her bag and leaving the store in a hurry. I start sorting through invoices, wishing Charlie were here to do it for me because Ash’s handwriting has gotten gradually worse. As if on cue, I hear guitar strumming. Is this in my head? No, it’s actually happening. There’s no Charlie to be seen, only his voice to be heard. “First things first We start the scene in reverse All of the lines rehearsed Disappeared from my mind” He now appears from behind the wall and into my eyesight, an apologetic smile on his face. “When things got loud One of us running out I should have turned around But I had too much pride” I swallow the lump forming in my throat. I can’t move a muscle. I’m completely frozen. “No time for goodbyes Didn't get to apologize Pieces of a clock that lies broken” My heart beats faster at the sound of his voice. He sounds incredibly sad and remorseful. “If I could take us back If I could just do that And write in every empty space The words I love you in replace Then maybe time would not erase me” My breath hitches in my throat, and I can feel the tears pricking in my eyes, getting ready to escape. I thought all my tears had dried up. “If you could only know I never let you go And the words I most regret Are the ones I never meant to leave Unsaid Emily” Finally, my legs start moving and I walk towards the grand piano where the boys make me jump by starting to play their perspective instruments. Charlie follows me and takes his place behind the microphone, the volume of his voice increasing along with the impact of his words. “Silent days Mysteries and mistakes Who'd be the first to break Guess we're alike that way” My legs give out now, and I drop down onto the piano’s stool. “He said, she said Conversations in my head And that's just where they're gonna stay forever” Tears are now rushing down my cheeks as if they have a race to win. All the while Charlie’s voice gets more and more vulnerable. “If I could take us back If I could just do that And write in every empty space The words I love you in replace Then maybe time would not erase me” I missed this boy with all of my heart. How did I even survive days without him? “If you could only know I never let you go And the words I most regret Are the ones I never meant to leave Unsaid Emily” The boys take a musical intermezzo, just singing out ‘aah’s while Charlie walks up to me. He holds my gaze, his eyes teary and filled with absolute sadness that breaks my heart into pieces. I can tell he’s missed me too. I can tell he’s trying to make amends using the only medium he knows so well. His voice now gets lower, and he’s singing the bridge to me with only his guitar guiding him. “If I could take us back If I could just do that And write in every empty space The words I love you in replace Then maybe time would not erase me” The boys now pick it back up too, making my heart swell and feel heavier and heavier with sadness. Sadness Charlie feels and resonates with me through his music. “If you could only know I never let you go And the words I most regret Are the ones I never meant to leave Unsaid Emily” He finishes off with a couple more chords on his guitar before completely stopping. “Charlie…” I sniffle, wiping my tears with the back of my hand, but he shakes his head. “Please, Emily, let me talk?” I nod my head to give him permission. “The boys and I, we’re really sorry for ruining your chance with the Music Academy. We tried, but we couldn’t get you a new audition. But we realized, all of us realized, that we didn’t want to be a band without you. We just couldn’t do it. You’re so important to all of us, you’ve changed all our lives for the better. There’s no way we could go on, knowing you were angry at us. So, I wrote this song for you since that’s the only way I seem to be able to convey how I feel…” I chuckle airily, making him chuckle too. “Please, Emily… I can’t not have you in my life.” “Can I talk?” He nods his head. “These past days have been really difficult for me. The Music Academy was my dream and to see that go up in flames, I don’t know, I felt like I couldn’t go on. But I realized that just because that one dream didn’t turn out as planned, I shouldn’t give up. I’m not saying I’m going to beg for another audition, because I am not. I considered it a sign that maybe that school isn’t for me,” the three boys are listening to me intently. “So, I though this morning, if I don’t have the Music Academy and I don’t have the band, I might as well just go to a parents-approved college.” Charlie glances at the rest of the band. “I mean, you do still have the band though?” Owen chimes in with a shy smile. “We can’t be Emily and The Foxes without Emily.” “Yeah, we’d just be The Foxes,” Jeremy adds with a light-hearted chuckle. I shake my head at him, a smile tugging at my lips. “I missed you guys,” I say. Charlie kneels down in front of me now. “So, what do you say, Emily? Will you join the band again?” he asks, which makes it look like he’s proposing to me. “Please?” He looks up at me with those puppy-dog eyes that I just cannot resist. Even Owen and Jeremy stare at me with hopeful eyes. “Hey, Jere,” I turn to the bassist, “I think there’s a jam you can play now.” He looks confused, but Charlie gets it and starts playing the chords to This Band is Back. “Come on, Jeremy!” Charlie counts us in, and Jeremy starts singing, placing his bass back in its stand to move freely while Owen moves away from the drums, tapping his body again. “Can you, can you hear me?” “Yep! Loud and clear!” I shout happily, jumping up from the stool. “Gotta get, gotta get ready” “'Cause it's been weeks!” I smile at Charlie’s lyric change. “Oh, this band is back,” Jeremy sings alone, grabbing my hand and twirling me around. “Oh, this band is back,” Owen, Charlie and I harmonize. We dance around the grand piano together, singing along loudly. “Whoo, ooh, ooh, ooh Whoo, ooh, ooh, ooh Whoo, ooh, ooh, ooh This band is back!” Jeremy then grabs me by the waist and puts me on top of the piano, then jumping on himself. We all burst into a fit of laughter, and when we die down, I find Charlie staring at me with an endeared smile on his face. He tugs at the guitar strap, so his guitar is on his back instead. Jeremy and Owen take this as their cue to leave after both having kissed my cheeks. “So, now that the band is back… What about us?” he asks carefully. I take a deep breath. I haven’t given that a thought yet. “I don’t know, Charlie…”  he looks like a hurt puppy. “I love you, but I just want to focus on the band and figuring out what I want to do with my life…” I bite the inside of my lip awaiting his response. It makes me wonder if he can hear my heartbeat. “That’s fair,” he says with a half-hearted smile, “Let’s focus on the band and become better friends instead.” His face lights up when my mouth curls upwards. “I’d like that,” I say, and hop off the piano to embrace him. “And, thanks for that song, by the way. It’s so beautiful! Definite Emily And The Foxes vibes,” I wiggle my eyebrows before walking up to Owen and Jeremy and hugging each of them. “I missed you so much!” Jeremy grunts into my ear as he picks me up from the floor. “I missed you guys too.” So much.

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[solidhornsandloyalties]

A Last Update

I haven’t touched this blog in 2 years. A lot has happened since then, but I’m coming on here because of the recent news. I have some things to say, some things to wrap up, and news about Edgar, all iterations of him. 

TL;DR: Edgar will live on primarily as an OC, I’m on Discord under Storm337 #2959 if you want to rp. More info at the end under the bold words. 

I still love Achievement Hunter. I have loved them since I first joined the community about 5 or 6 years ago. I love Geoff, I love Jack, I love Michael and Lindsay, I love Gavin. I love the OGs, I love Ray and Kerry and Kdin and Caleb. I love the new members, I love Matt and Jeremy and Fiona and Alfredo and Trevor. I love the support staff, I love Larry and Steffie and Kent and Alec. I love the significant others, I love Meg and Caiti Kat.  I still love Rooster Teeth, I still love this community, and I intend to continue to support this company right now. That may change in the future, RT has had a rough year and lord know what the future may reveal, but for right now, my love is firm. 

I have never met any of these people. I saw Geoff and Gus at Comic Con, I got to ask Lindsay a question at a RT panel, but I have never interacted directly with these people. I do not know these people- I know the personas that appear online. I know their voices and I know their laughs and I know their humor, but I don’t know them. When the camera turns off, I have no idea who they are. This goes for every Youtuber, every personality I love. I know that I see, and that is it. 

It is not the man that I mourn, but the persona that I became attached to. I mourn the character. I mourn the Vagabond, the Mad King, the Battle Buddy. I mourn my memories of laughing so hard my sides hurt, I mourn crying into Edgar’s back as he helped me muster the strength to stay alive, I mourn the ideas he inspired that consumed me, I mourn the hours and hours I spent daydreaming and writing and talking to anyone that would listen. 

My grief is for someone that never actually existed and I know I’m not the only one. I knew someone, but it wasn’t him. It was never really him. 

I condemn this man and his actions, but I will acknowledge what he gave me in all of its many forms. I’m taking it and I’m making it mine. The memories, the emotions, the ideas, the longings- I am removing his influence. It’s mine now. It’s. Mine. 

WHAT DOES THIS MEAN FOR EDGAR?

Edgar, in his many forms, will continue to exist as his own entity, and I would be delighted to continue to rp him privately with people. This blog will remain for archive purposes. 

I am still willing to rp with the characters that he made. I am open to any remaining Vagabonds, Mad Kings, and Battle Buddys. I am separating creation from creator. Take what is left in these ashes and build it into something separate, something good. Make it yours. As long as the tainted name and associations are removed, I will accept the character. I want to make something new with you. 

All of the AUs will continue to exist. Some have been more popular than others, but I’m going to leave them all open for exploration. I am most fond of Taurus!Edgar, GTA!Edgar, Matador!Edgar, and Monster!Edgar. 

Werewolf!Edgar and the entire Hearth Woods universe developed into an original idea between me and co-creator James ages ago. The AH influence lingers in some aspects, but we made this into something more, something I want to see go far, turn into something big and public and great. Right now all I have are fantasies, but I hope one day to blow it up, make it legendary. That being said- Werewolf!Edgar is available for rp, but not within the Hearth Woods universe. Hearth Woods is closed for me and James. If we welcome anyone into the story, they’ll need to be vetted first. 

I know this hurts. I know this is scary. I know my pain and the pain the community feels is nothing compared to what the victims and his family are dealing with, but it is valid. Everything you are feeling is valid, and it will get better. If you never build trust with this group again, it’s okay. If you are never able to fully put your faith in them again, it’s okay. It’s all going to be okay. 

If you want to talk or rp, drop a message in Discord: Storm337 #2959

[thechangeling]

Your heartbeat is disguised as mine.

This is a platonic oneshot between my OC Janessa Williams and Kit Herondale. Full disclosure, I am a nonbinary person writing about a binary Trans woman. I pulled all of the information for constructing Nessie's background and character profile from other peoples stories both fictional and real. If I have spread misinformation of any kind or written anything that members of the community find offensive, please let me know! I will fix it immediately. Also I'm a useless Demisexual so sometimes I blur the lines between romantic and platonic too much, but hopefully this reads as platonic. Enjoy!

Janessa Williams was in trouble.

It wasn't like this was an uncommon occurrence. Nessie had spent the majority of her life weaving in and out of dangerous situations, but in her defense it usually wasn't her fault.

Kids picking on her when she was younger because she was wearing "girls clothes." Angry people yelling obscenities at her while she was walking home and men threatening to beat her up in the middle of crowded places when she was still transitioning and looked more "obvious" according to some people. Whatever the fuck that meant. And Nessie knew it probably would have been even worse if she hadn't been white.

She relished in the fact that now she was a vampire she was essentially invincible. Like many other people, becoming a downworlder was a source of safety. Which is why it was so painful to hear shadowhunters talk about how "tragic" the creation of vampires and werewolves was.

There were girls whispering behind her back in high school. Just trying to go to the bathroom without there being some sort of public debate amongst her teachers and principal was also a factor.

Jenessa was certainly no stranger to conflict or adversity. But this? This was something else entirely.

Before she had died. Nessie had actually made a decent connection with other members of her community. Even making casual acquaintances was comforting. The queer community overall could be a bit of a shit show at times. With exclusionists, TERFs and biphobes rampaging about. But getting the chance to talk to other trans people was incredible. Especially Bi trans people like herself. But despite that she still felt as though something was missing.

Janessa still felt distant and isolated despite the fact that she now had everything she wanted. It was like a dark black cloud had plagued her for all of her teenage years. Depression. It wasn't just due to being in the closet or not being able to be her true self. It was just there. Corrupting her brain and dragging her down into despair.

It was that same despair that had lead to her death. And when she was reborn as a member of the undead, at first she hadn't exactly been grateful. But in time she had found her footing. Music, therapy, a new community of downworlders who were diverse, powerful and brilliant. She moved from LA to basically all over with her band. All of these things helped Janessa re shape herself and her new life into something better. Something stronger.

But yet she still felt a little isolated at times. A little incomplete. Like she was waiting for something.

Fuck that sounded so pathetic. But it was true. Or at least it was true until a wayward mess of a shadowhunter had wandered into the bar Nessie and her band played regular gigs at, looking for information on a particular downworlder.

Janessa was not pleased. She knew she needed to get this asshole far away from her and her people.

Kit certainly had other ideas. It would not be the last time they disagreed on something.

But she had noticed something that day. Something in his eyes. That same lost look of despair she recognized in herself. This of course hadn't stopped her from calling him an angelic, inbred, self righteous asshole and he had thrown his head back and laughed.

Despite Nessie's better judgement, she had decided to trust him that day. He had complemented her t shirt which said "In my defense, I was provoked" and her leather jacket which had the trans symbol on the back with the Bisexual flag as the background.

So she had helped Kit with his mission that day, which turned out to be pretty harmless, which then led to hanging out at the park after dark and eating fast food on the balcony of Ciernworth. He asked her questions about her life and her unlife. He asked the questions that she usually got about hormones and discovering her gender identity, and less common questions about becoming a vampire. She in turn asked him questions about his past and his coming out. Her fate was sealed that day. Janessa just didnt want to admit it.

And now, several weeks later that shadowhunter she had chosen to trust was currently sobbing into her arms.

"Kit it's gonna be ok alright? Just take some deep breaths" Janessa cooed. She was running one of her hands through his blond curls, and another along his back attempting to soothe him.

Kit gasped for air against his sobs as he pressed his forehead closer to her neck. "I mean-. Nessie I just-" he gasped, unable to properly get the words out.

Janessa shook her head. "Shhh no it's ok" she reassured him. "Take your time."

It broke her heart to see Kit like this but all she could do was focus on helping him. Not once did it occur to Nessie that she currently had a live human being pressed up against her, viens full of rushing blood.

She rubbed his shoulders. Kit sighed and began to speak in a more calm tone. "It's just that when I gave Magnus the necklace to give to- you know to him, it brought all of those old feelings rushing back you know?"

Janessa sighed. Him was Tiberius Blackthorn. The boy that Kit was hopelessly in love with. The boy that had broken his heart.

Janessa was most certainly not a fan. Anyone who made her friend cry was instantly on her shit list. Nessie was more then a little protective of Kit but she couldn't help it. He was always getting himself into trouble. Like the other day, dealing with the Devon Vampire Clan which Nessie was kind of a part of now that she was living in Devon temporarily. Kit was picking her up from a meeting so they could get Midnight snacks and play video games at her place.

The Devon Clan was really not happy to see a Shadowhunter. They antagonized her over trusting one of the nephilum. They called her a traitor to her own people. Janessa personally thought they were being a little overly dramatic. It led to a fight that most definitely put the accords in jeopardy.

Janessa also discovered that day that she and Kit fought beautifully together. Almost like Parabatai.

Whoah. Where the fuck did that come from.

Janessa heard a light snore from below her. Kit had fallen asleep in her lap. She snorted fondly. The emotional labour of crying must have tired him out. She didn't really blame him for that. As Nessie stared down at him, this shadowhunter who had become so significant to her, she wondered if this was going to end badly for her.

She could hear the words of hundreds of downworlders echoing in her head, including her own. Shadowhunters can't be trusted. Shadowhunters are selfish. Shadowhunters hate downworlders. They don't believe we're worthy of life so why should we be nice to them? Fuck them all.

And all of that was what she firmly believed.

Kit snored again.

Well for the most part.

It wasn't like she was in love with him. That much she knew. The thought of kissing Kit or dating him or anything like that made her quesy. But the idea of holding him while he cried, or laughing at his jokes, or even staying here watching his chest rise and fall and relishing in the fact that yes, he is alive, that sounded perfect.

Janessa scooped her arms under Kit's body and pulled him up off of the floor. "Come on Kit-Kat" she muttered. "Let's get you to bed."

Kit moaned in protest but didn't try to fight her as she pulled him over to her bed. Nessie could only hope that Kit had told his parents where he would be. Kit smiled sleepily at her and opened his eyes.

"You're my best friend you know?" He murmered.

Janessa swallowed down a sob. "Really?" She asked, trying to keep her voice steady. "I've never had a best friend before."

Kit closed his eyes. He was probably nodding off again. "Me neither" he whispered. He probably didnt want to count Ty considering all of the romantic angst.

And in that moment Janessa made a choice. She made the decision to lay down next to him and relax. She made the decision to forgive him for things that were out of his control.

She leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to his temple. "You're my best friend too ok?" She said softly.

And when she saw the slightest of smiles appear on his face, Janessa made another decision as well.

She let herself love him.

Your heartbeat is disguised as mine.

My lullaby.

The song I used for this fic is Always be together by Little Mix.

[thedeaditeslayer]

Crash Palace Interview: Catching Up with Dana DeLorenzo.

This interview briefly brushes over Ash vs Evil Dead and Dana’s latest projects.

Even though it has been over two years since Ash vs Evil Dead has been on the air, fans still clamor for their favorite badass, Deadite slaying heroine, Kelly Maxwell. Dana DeLorenzo, the actress behind her is equally adored and cherished by admirers of the Sam Raimi legendary horror franchise.  

So, as always, I was thrilled to speak with her about life after Ash, her latest movie, the heartwarming holiday comedy, Friendsgiving and what she has on the horizon. Welcome to the Crash Palace Interview with Dana DeLorenzo…  

The Denouement of Ash vs Evil Dead Crash Palace: Thanks for speaking with me, Dana. It’s always a pleasure. Let’s talk about life after Ash vs Evil Dead. As you know, Lee Cronin is helming the latest installment in the Evil Dead franchise, Evil Dead Rise. Fans were hoping that the Ghostbeaters would be a part of that venture. While we know it is going in a different direction, do you think Kelly Maxwell could show up some time in the future?  

Dana DeLorenzo: One can dream, right? Let me take this moment, right off the bat to say something I say often because I mean it, and I can’t say it enough. People who know me know this is not fan service. I say it when I’m not doing interviews; I say it to my closest friends and my family on the regular.

I am so grateful to the fans of Ash vs Evil Dead and the Evil Dead franchise all over the world. They have truly been my Jiminy Crickets throughout this insane, bizarre year that is 2020. They have gotten me through so many of the toughest days, just by keeping the bloody love alive. With every year that passes, even though we haven’t filmed a season of the show for three years, it feels like it’s fresh because of the fans .

So, to all you Ghostbeaters out there: I thank you from the bottom of my heart. I hope I get to meet all of you someday. But I can’t convey enough how your passion and love of the show has gotten me through this 2020 roller coaster; thank you for keeping Kelly’s ass-kicking spirit alive! On that note, I have really missed the show, I’ve missed playing Kelly. I posted some things recently about Ash vs Evil Dead, photos I hadn’t looked at in a while. I miss it a lot. I like to keep hope alive that someday, somewhere, the Ghostbeaters will be reunited. Even just for a quick Ghostbeaters fist bump.

Is Kelly Maxwell going to show up in this film? No. I won’t say never, but from what I understand, this is an alternate universe for Evil Dead Rise, separate from Fede Alvarez’s movie with Jane Levy and it’s separate from Ash vs Evil Dead. It’s a new adventure in the Evil Dead universe. And I can’t wait to see the new blood and guts journey Lee Cronin takes us on. I would like to think in the Ghostbeaters’ universe, we’re still kicking it and we’re still fighting evil. But I am loving that the fans are clamoring for it! They can keep pestering Rob, Sam and Bruce the way they have for twenty-five years before Ash vs Evil Dead came to be — their persistence is what got me that dream job.

So, if they want to continue to pester to bring us all back, I won’t stop them! Because we know the fans have the power to persuade. It might take another twenty-five years. But I am always down to play with those guys and our great crew.  

CP: Do you keep in touch with anyone from the show?

DD: Yeah, I try and keep up with what everyone is doing and shoot them a message to tell them I miss them like the sap that I am. I just miss seeing their faces every day, you know?  I miss Lucy’s face pretty hard, and not just because she’s ‘Lucy Flawless’! She’s got new shows left and right, she never stops! Ray and I randomly text Pablo and Kelly’s catchphrases to each other. “How are you holding up? / What is happening?!” We said that pretty much every episode so it still makes me laugh. Arielle and I chat often even though she lives in Australia, she’s like my little sister! Bruce often responds “ in character” with the latest Snapchat filter. He loves those — just check his Twitter feed — and it’s all my fault. I showed him how to make them while filming Season 3. He could probably do a show solely with Snapchat characters — I’d watch.  

Fall from Perpetual Grace

CP: Let’s shift gears for a moment and talk about another series that you appeared on. You had a great run on EPIX with Perpetual Grace, LTD working with the talented Jimmi Simpson, Luis Guzman and of course, Jacki Weaver and Sir Ben Kingsley. There was some talk about a possible movie to tie up all the storylines after the show ended. Do you know if that is in the works?

DD: I have no idea, but I really hope that happens. Steven Conrad is a genius and so was that cast. If you haven’t seen or become a part of the cult following of Patriot on Amazon or Perpetual Grace, you should. But the people he casts and the stories he writes and the beauty of the cinematography, all  create a piece of art that is in its own category. He has such a strong point of view, aesthetic and vision, you always know when you’re watching a Steven Conrad show.

I’ve been very lucky to be part of two shows where both casts were like extended family. Like Luis Guzman. We  talked recently, I adore him. Side bar: I feel like in a crazy, crossover world, Luis could be Pablo’s other uncle because of his giant heart and comedic delivery. Anyway, we’re both working on my friend Joe Ahern’s indie comedy, The Disappearance of Toby Blackwood, which he co-wrote with Doug Mellard. And I can’t wait for people to see Luis slay the screen, yet again. The filming process is pretty innovative during COVID, where everyone but the two main characters filmed their parts at home using an app. These guys were doing it before anyone else, so kudos to them.  

Friendsgiving: The Gift that Keeps on Giving

CP: I had the pleasure of watching Friendsgiving the other night and it was an enjoyable holiday film. You had some hilarious bits as Kat Dennings’ wise cracking sister, Barbara. What drew you to the project?

DD: Thank you for watching the film and I’m so glad you enjoyed it! It’s the kind of original comedy we all need right now.

I knew I was auditioning for Kat Dennings’ (Abby)  sister Barbara, whose part of Abby’s Jersey-Italian family. Within the first two lines of that family exchange, I was cackling. I’m drawn to anything that grabs my attention on the page and holds it for the entire sitting of reading the script. Those lines of dialogue, the way the family members are unapologetically who they are, and the fact they mean well but are constantly giving you their two cents when you don’t want it or ask for it, hooked me. And that kind of art-imitating-life comedy held up for the rest of the script for me. Nicol Paone hit it out of the park, both on the page and behind the lens. And I’m pretty sure it’s loosely based on a Thanksgiving that Nicol and Malin Ackerman shared.

The subject matter was also relatable. I’ve celebrated Thanksgiving with my family as well as a couple of Friendsgivings. And the bottom line is, the holiday is just dysfunctional, always. It might be a lot more fun with your friends but it’s still going to be dysfunctional.

That concept makes me laugh. It’s not funny when you’re the one going through the stress and drama of Thanksgiving. However, it’s very funny watching someone else go through it. It’s cathartic. That’s why I loved it.  

CP: With so many talented actors in the cast, do you have any behind the scenes anecdotes?

DD: There was a lot of laughing in between takes. It’s always a good sign when the crew laughs. Abby’s (Kat Dennings ) Jersey-Italian family was cast perfectly, and the actors were so damn funny! Rose Abdoo plays our mom, Nadya Ginsburg as Aunt Anna and Johnny Williams plays Uncle Sal. Like I said, it was already funny on the page, and Nicol being a New Jersey Italian herself really captured the essence of those family conversations. The actors brought Nicol’s words to life, and on a few takes she let us riff.  In one scene the Aunt Anna character was telling the scripted story of a sexual gesture; I remember laughing so hard at her adlibbing additional euphemisms for that particular act by referencing Italian food.

One of my favorite things Nicol did was add some of the funniest ad-libs and bloopers in the end credits. I love seeing those! Now everyone who sees the film will get to see those behind the scenes moments.  

The Show Must Go On

CP: When we were coordinating this interview, you told me that you were going into the studio to do voiceover work. Can you give us a hint about this upcoming effort?

DD: The show features a cast of familiar faces that might have worked together recently. I just realized what everyone is probably going to think when they read this.  

CP: Sorry everyone, it isn’t Ash vs Evil Dead. However, you have more work on the way. According to IMDb, you have completed a short film called PCH. What else can your fans look forward to?

DD: The Disappearance of Toby Blackwood which I mentioned before but we’re still filming that. I am so excited about this voiceover project because it’s completely original in every way, it really hasn’t been done before. And of course, Friendsgiving is out now in select theatres and VOD. It’s the perfect film to watch this Thanksgiving when we can’t celebrate as we usually do. You can laugh at the characters’ holiday drama and maybe even be grateful to take this year off.  

CP: Will you be appearing at any virtual conventions like Bruce and Ted are doing for Wizard World events?

DD: There are a couple in the works. But in the meantime, I’ve teamed up with this new platform called, Real Talk Live, which is both an app and on the web. It’s like a virtual convention where you can live video chat one on one, basically like a Zoom call. You can schedule the video call in advance or whenever catch me whenever I’m live. I think it’s a great solution, and personally I’m really looking forward to connecting with Evil Dead fans this way until live events pick back up. And it’s accessible worldwide so this will be great to finally see the amazing fans I hear from overseas. I miss interacting with them in the flesh, hearing their stories and seeing their badass cosplays! And do I miss pose-punching them in our epic photos. So I end with this, because I can’t say this enough: “Thank you, Ghostbeaters! I love you more than Ash Williams loves his Delta!”  

Many thanks to Dana DeLorenzo for spending time with me at Crash Palace. For those of you that haven’t had the chance to catch Friendsgiving, it is available online by buying or renting it as a video-on-demand on iTunes, FandangoNow and VUDU.

[thewolfisawake]

Since I’m in this brainrot alone, of course I’m just gonna end up thinking of a Hypmic AU with muses and their friends because I’m trash like that. Anyway, to avoid spamming my discord with the ideas, I’m just writing it on here. So a couple muses and those from @arcxnumvitae and @shxtteredillusions​.

Starting with Kesil just because he honestly doesn’t fit with the rest. His actually came first as I thought of him with his friends from a different platform. He would be rolling with his delinquent/probably doing some illegal shit friends. Their style is more like MTC with the rough and tumble, down and dirty sort of thing. His MC name is actually Shinigami because I gotta stick with his ‘thing’ no matter the AU! I do not know what his mic nor speakers would end up like. I think most of his themes are related to him as a killer as he in this verse likely only learned and became good with a hypmic just because it’s the only weapon he could have. I mean...he probably could sneak one regardless but since most weapons were phased to mics, he probably learned. His rap ability would probably be something like Death Reversal, basically he could deny himself or his comrades of being knocked out as it fits with his actual ability of death force manipulation. Of all the guys I think he’s most like, it’s probably Rio as I don’t feel he’s overly expressive. Not because of lack of feeling but just that cool under pressure sore of thing

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Anyway onto the Bastion Kids because they’re my faves to mess with

Ofc Lucien’s the easiest to think of this crap for. I do not have a MC name because unlike the creators, I have shame. But probably something wolf related. I feel his mic would be pretty old so look like a carbon microphone (because I think I’m funny) and be pretty simple. Don’t know what his speakers would be like. I think his themes are actually rather mundane when outside of battle. But in battle, cutthroat bastard. He’s like absolute annihilation of his enemy, his words are like the maw of a beast, he’d rip you to shreds. His ability is Cornered Counter, basically as his energy dwindles, his attacks get more powerful. Basically you gotta be decisive with him because the longer he lasts, the more dangerous he is. So obviously his is most like Samatoki’s as it fits his aggressive tone and no back down attitude. 

I have a feeling he probably pissed off the Party of Words and thus if they had the chance to deal with him, they would’ve. Maybe he and his fam had differing views as to how to take this change in the world. I feel like he preferred the old ways but had to adapt to using a hypnosis mic in order to survive. And survive he did. 

Katarina’s was somewhat easier to do because she’s very clear in her presentation. I debate if she’d just straight up use her name or if it’d be something like Prima (either by itself or being Prima Donna), something denoting her regality. Her mic is likely a stand one fashioned like crystalline ice. Her speakers kind of hard to describe other than like a metallic feminine figure that kind of looks like a warlord, armed to the teeth with swords. Her themes are of betterment of the state of her surroundings, how she’ll change it with her own hands and utmost confidence of herself. Her rap ability I am still working on since while the idea currently works with her actual ability...what it ends up doing runs counter to her personality. It’d be called Dazzle and would basically redirect an opponent’s attack to someone else. However the issue is Kat can’t choose who it goes to. Since there’s not much I can draw from with the ladies of hypmic, I would go with CL for her sound although I found Chanmina while searching and thought this hits me for Kat. But if I had to choose a character, it’d be Ichijiku.

 I actually think her mother might’ve been a good soldier for the Party of Words but then she kinda sorta ended up falling in love with the enemy. Whoops. Except like the Party of Words didn’t know she did (supposedly). And so she left and went to be with Kat’s dad, who was a resistance member but wasn’t able to use a mic. So Kat is like the kid that was like...y’know we could live in peace if we’re not super oppressive. I feel like Petra taught her how to rap as it’s the only viable weapon for Kat so that’s what she uses. 

Crowe’s is a pain because he’s a pain. I don’t have a MC name either maybe Shadow? Too basic? I dunno. His mic either a headset or futuristic kind of shades he wears. I’m sure everyone finds it odd. His speakers look more like cameras and briefcases with like a dicey looking umbrella. It’s huge frickin’ homage to spy stuff y’all. And you’ll figure out the function of them when he turns his speakers on you. Electric volt briefcases, umbrella gun, that kinda stuff. His themes are pretty pessimistic, the secrets of others, the ability to get his hands dirty and what those dirty hands can and can’t do. His rap ability I feel would be based on his gorgon blood so likely named such (Gorgon) or Eyebite and would work where he paralyzes an opponent from taking their turn. Who I draw most for him is actually Jakurai although obviously his voice is no where as deep. 

If there had to be a traitor, it’s probably Crowe. He isn’t particularly happy about it but at the same time, it’s not like he’s brave enough to deal with his overlords. Not when he knows the things they COULD do. Or maybe he’s doing spy stuff on Chuuoku and is in a continuously perilous position but can’t or won’t talk to anyone about it. Basically he still has his paranoia but for a different reason. 

Hmmm Taylor’s giving me a lot of problems because I just can’t pin down a lot for her. I don’t have a name for her nor any idea what she’d go with. Maybe something food based? The only ones coming to mind are Red Velvet and Matcha. Her mic? I think she’d use a hand held mic. Kind of like the ones you do karaoke on in terms of shape. Her speakers? * confused noises * Her themes mmm....I think hers are rather upbeat although not without bite! Her rap ability still eludes me. If I’m thinking of sound, I would put it as something like Calliope although again her words are lighter than hers. 

I feel like Taylor’s family ended up with her parents not surviving the war and thus was left with Rhett to try to keep his siblings from being separated from him. She didn’t view a need to learn how to rap--after all a lot of the population doesn’t seem to--but her mind was changed after being kidnapped for ransom and subjected to the effects of a hypnosis mic. She ended up saved by then then ragtag kids and wanted to learn so that she was never in that position again.

Hooo boy, Emil has that instinctual attention to tone shift going mad. Oh god. I do not have a MC name for him either. I feel Prince would be far too on the nose. So something else. I think he’d have a stand mic, I think his would be like I think it’s a certain kind of ribbon mic? Like this? Makes me think of like old school announcers that fits with his lively personality. I feel like his speakers would be more like ice fragments that feels like they should be falling but don’t. His themes are like half light-hearted and inviting, about having a good time with others. But the other times it’s about masks and charades. He is the kind that has that tone drop and you can tell it’s another ‘presence’ to Emil. One that is vicious and will have you sinking. His rap ability is Frostbite, which would essentially have any battle of his become a race against time. His ability starts sapping the energy of his opponent and of course if they drop...it’s game over for them. His sound when light-hearted is more like Hifumi in like vocal tone but with Ramuda’s flow. Yet I feel like the perfect sound for his is Gentaro’s verse in Stella (Emil, I hope you know you are the biggest pain in terms of style) in terms of like how he sounds in alternating between cutting and light. 

I feel like his mom had stayed in the Chuuoku under the Party of Words but had seen Emil’s dad while outside of the ward. And then she fell pregnant and was in love with Emil when he was born despite him being a son than daughter. And when faced with either handing Emil over to his dad or leaving Chuuoku, she chose the latter. This was her baby. Emil had grown up with both but his mom passed away...his father suspecting it to be Chuuoku’s doing, moved away far from the ward. However Emil grew curious of the hypnosis mic that his mother had used when she was alive and so he ran off near Chuuoku, where he met a...unkind mentor (basically his grandma in normal verse stuff) that did teach him but did affect his candor. 

Cipriana I have also am having some trouble thinking things of. I do not have a MC name but I think it’d be cool if she chose one that’s like...reclaiming and being proud of her ‘runt’ status. Also am not sure about her mic. I think she’d have a handheld one though. As her mic, maybe they’re in the shape of spools with like threads all around and at least one connecting her her mic. Her themes I feel would be a bit like that somber hope? Like it sounds a little sad but it’s ultimately about a better day eventually. Which contrasts to how she is in a battle as I imagine she is very loud in presence since this is more or less a fight and she isn’t getting knocked down again (her mindset of chasing down Lucien absolutely frightens and intrigues me). I just thought of her ability being like By a Thread, where she essentially she cannot be ringed out and can be a little harder to knock out. Her set up kind of makes like a net or wrap around her to keep her from falling (also makes her look like a doll in some aspects, oooh callback). I think of her sound very much like Nemu. 

I do not know how she runs in this story except maybe that she was normal and just simply ended up in the whirlwind of hypnosis mics. Although sitting here now, I’m thinking if Arsenio had a mic and had used it against her--since it’s basically inflicting psychic damage--on her even though she didn’t have one (which is illegal btw). And Vini had it with his shit and used his own and having the same mindset as in her original verse, she actually took one of their mics and used her words against Vinicio, still causing their original rift...just worse. A lot of the same plotting from there maybe? Eventually she meets the rest of the kids.  

Aspis has been rather hit or miss. I am still thinking on his MC name but Yaksha has been in there. I am thinking of his mic to be handheld and I can’t think of anything particular for its design. I think of his speakers looking like demon masks with the speaker part within the mouth. It’s kinda intense looking especially since you know he’s so sweet. Gotta keep his contrasting aesthetic somewhere. His themes are usually about mundane things as well. Musings about those of his past and present. I feel he’s the least biting towards others in battles? Like a lot of battles are attacking something about your opponent or about one’s own ability. I think Aspis would rely less on tearing someone down. Not saying he can’t but I feel like it’s gonna be a bloodbath if he does. His rap ability would be called Katashiro, where he links to another person (usually an opponent) where when he is injured, that damage is shared between him and the opponent. Which coupled with his odd endurance, could drop whoever he linked with before he falls. If I think of his sound, I think of Kuko’s flow but also Ichiro’s lyrical way.

I feel like Aspis gonna have all the crap things of being a war orphan for himself. Pretty self-reliant and not one to take help because he kinda doesn’t know how to. But I think music saves him, I think Daza might be a DJ who even if she didn’t have a mic, she got him understanding of flow and the like. And it was just a comfort for him. She probably helped him obtain a mic. And he was friends and the like with Yukina until she went with the Party of Words. 

Aya’s is like Aspis’ hit or miss in terms of what I can think of. MC names are harrrrdddddd. I feel like her mic I alternate between it being the kind you see a cabaret singer use or a handheld. Maybe one of the first that does both??? I can’t think much in design other than ‘shimmery.’ Not like gaudy but like you watch her move or light hits just right and you see it shine...like her. Her speakers looks more like a theater. With like velvety curtain backdrop and everything. And her attacks look pretty until they hit you. I’m thinking like razor flower petals sort of thing. Her themes...mmm, I feel like overall it’s just ‘pop-y’ and light. It’s nothing like her battling. I feel she just sounds pleasant but then has some serious cutthroat bars. Despite this, I think of her rap ability being Renewal, being able to make others’ attacks stronger and cutting the damage they take. Super supportive skill which she probably took a while to figure out about. I actually found her sound while looking at other stuff. Which I think is Jeon Soyeon easily. 

Also not quite sure where she would be in the story other than I think Meg would’ve procured her a mic for her protection. And I think she cultivated her rapping to have a rap ability. And I feel like Meg was worried about it and wanted Aya away from eyes that would witness it. Because although it has no offensive power for Aya herself (at least not that anyone’s made her come to that point), it is useful for like...a team or ally situation. So useful for the Party of Words and what Meg wants to avoid. But she can’t really stop Aya from doing what she wants with her mic. 

[tbhwhocaresanymore]

Nancy Drew 1x16

Oh my God you guys it has been so long since I have been able to watch a show that is so well written that has clearly been planned out from the beginning where the viewers have been able to theorize and have it pay off and Jesus Christ it is GLORIOUS. If I ever write for a show I would want to work with these writers on a show like this.

Before anything else let me start off gloating that I started calling Nancy as Lucy and Ryan’s daughter back around episode 9 or 10 and I am so fucking vindicated right now, I have been riding an otherwise unattainable high nonstop for the past three days. @kat--writes is this how you feel when you accurately predict things??? Because it feels AMAZING.

For the rest of the episode first can I just say how horribly tragic Lucy Sable is? Kudos to the writers because it was a stunning plot twist that I never saw coming but for some reason it’s almost worse than a murder to me? If for no other reason than how it has affected and will continue to affect everyone around her. Ryan who is now going to be even more guilt ridden about not getting to the ice cream parlor on time, Karen and Josh trying to avenge a murder that never even happened, Tiffany Hudson who died for nothing, Nancy who will be forever wondering if her mother slipped and fell or if she really did kill herself right after Nancy was born because if anything will give you an abandonment complex it’s that.

And hearing Carson say what happened that night with Lucy (PHENOMENAL acting by the way, maybe best scene of the season so far) makes rewatching the earlier episodes, especially 7/8 where Nancy was accusing Carson of murdering Lucy so much more tragic. This girl who he and his wife clearly cared for and felt sympathy for, begging him with her last words to take care of her daughter, knowing he looked away for less than two seconds and probably spending weeks if not months if not years questioning if he’d just looked up a half a second sooner if maybe Lucy would still be alive. Seeing Lucy’s daughter, his daughter, accuse him of murdering Lucy had to be a gut punch and it gives his character so much more depth. I just hope this doesn't put too much of a strain on his relationship with Nancy because they have finally gotten to such a good place and as far as Carson is concerned Nancy is his daughter, and he wasn’t trying to lie to her about Lucy. All he was trying to do was respect Lucy’s dying wish and protect her from the Hudsons. I mean he was willing to go to prison for murder before admitting what happened on the bluffs that night, that should count for something.

Moving away from the Shakespearean levels of tragedy for a moment.

God I fucking KNEW Owen was shady I have known it since the beginning. Granted I do not have absolute confirmation yet BUT: him being in his car outside the Claw when he said he would be out of town, holding a piece of Lucy Sable’s skull? (As far as the skull goes though, loved that bit of Bess/George/Nick teamwork to casually hide it from the cops.) Creepy bastard, thy name is Owen. I have no idea how it will play out yet but I hope to God that it will. But also that is going to be a bit of a blow to Bess, finding out her cousin is whatever he is, and also Nancy who literally just had sex with him.

Speaking of.

Much as it pains me to admit, the writers are clearly taking several steps away from Nancy x Nick for the moment, probably to give Nick x George a fighting chance. Side question. Why is Nick sleeping on a couch when he has over four and a half million dollars? Like he could afford to build a house with that much money. But I digress. I think it will be good for George to have a love interest who is A her own age and B not married, especially someone who she already had a good friendship with. Maybe since Owen is a Confirmed Shady Motherfucker the writers will either keep Nancy single for awhile or pair her up with Ace because their chemistry is off the charts. And as long as we’re on the romance topic, Bess. BESS. My sweet queer daughter. Where are Lisbeth and Amaya? Last time we saw Lisbeth they admitted they were kind of falling in love and slept with each other, last (and first) time we saw Amaya I fell in love and she and Bess had more chemistry than a high school sophomore. GIVE ME MY ON SCREEN BESS ROMANCE DRAMA WRITERS. And am I the only one who finds it a little bit weird that Bess is apparently so good at other people’s relationships when she has never really had one before?

I’m going to take a quick minute to be sad about Nancy x Nick so if you don’t like that you can skip this paragraph. NED NICKERSON. How the FUCK can you be so totally fine with Nancy sleeping with Owen when you two are clearly soulmates and you never liked him anyway? After the inevitable Owen betrayal possibly one of two things will happen with Nancy. She will regress and start to push people (read: love interests) even further away than before, OR she will finally really start to open up to Nick and they will find their way back to each other. Admittedly the second one is unlikely since Nick and George literally just got together but you never know. Just as long as Nick doesn’t cheat on George with Nancy because those two are finally friends and are really good friends to boot, and also George deserves way better especially post Ryan Hudson affair debacle. Maybe she and Nancy can bond over having shady not good for them older boyfriends.

On the topic of Ryan being Nancy’s biological dad every time George complains about Nancy asking favors I want her response to be “you had sex with my dad” every time.

Now we will talk about the promo for the as of now untitled next episode and also what the rest of the season and possibly season 2 have planned.

In episode 17 Ryan will clearly be Going Through Some Stuff, and will also find out that Lucy was pregnant. Whether he realizes she had the baby or thinks it died with her remains to be determined, but that shot of Nancy with a busted lip and her hair cut off in a car being driven by Ryan makes me think maybe he snaps and kidnaps her? It’s a bit of a stretch but it would certainly be interesting. I think we’re also going to see more of the Aglaeca coming after Nancy for not paying the toll, because for a minute we can see Nancy sort of choking and putting her hand to her throat like she’s about to throw up again. Maybe it’s going to keep coming after Nancy until they finally let the Aglaeca have Owen, or maybe its going to try to kill Nancy as punishment for saving Owen. I don’t know but I can’t wait to find out.

For the rest of the season/next season there are a couple threads not related to Ryan finding out Nancy is his daughter. There’s the new detective but I’m not talking about him. Joshua Dude, Lucy’s brother. He is still out and about wherever he is, and does not know his sister killed herself. This will probably not exonerate Ryan in his mind as Ryan’s family is part of what drove Lucy to suicide. Maybe he will come back and decide to sort of take revenge on A the Hudsons or B the town of Horseshoe Bay as revenge for what they did to Lucy. (Sort of like the Black Hood from Riverdale but you know, well done.) There is also Everett Hudson. Last time I checked he had just been arrested for sinking the Bonny Scot and racketeering and insurance fraud and stuff, what the hell is he doing at a yacht club? I can only assume he got out on bail so maybe we will see Nancy (possibly together with Ryan) work to put him behind bars for good. Maybe Carson Drew will finally leverage some of that dirty laundry he has on the Hudsons, or better yet that Grecian urn thing Ryan has will finally be put to good use. And then in the future although there is zero proof of this I still want A for George to become clairvoyant/psychic like her mother and B for George and Bess to be cousins. I don’t think I’m asking for too much here.

Finally, because of how much of a staple character he is in the books I refuse to accept that Chief McGinnis is gone for good. My very being rebels against it. But before you scream at me about how different the show is from the books (those two or three of you who have read the books anyway) even if he were an original character I would want him to stay. He is a fantastic character, he was just starting to get depth, I adore his relationship with Ace and on top of everything else he’s good Native American representation.

I ALSO WANT VICTORIA TO COME BACK. I HAVE NOT SEEN HER SINCE 2019. WTF WRITERS. YOU CAN’T JUST MAKE ME FALL IN LOVE WITH A DYSFUNCTIONAL PSYCHIC ALCOHOLIC MOTHER LIKE THAT AND THEN ONLY PUT HER IN TWO EPISODES.

Dead Lucy should also continue to stick around, maybe she can teach Nancy how to hang from ceilings or they can bond over how much Everett Hudson Sucks. It’s just that Lucy spent all this time trying to show Nancy that she is her biological mother, and for her to move on after sticking around for 20 years right after Nancy learns the truth? It would be too - and I fully recognize I have used this word too many times but I am going to use it again - tragic.

The wait for April 8 is going to be an agony unlike any other but at least after it comes back there will only be six episodes left, and so it is very unlikely the show will go on another hiatus before the season is up. Let me know what you guys think will happen in season 2/the rest of season 1.

[janeyseymour]

Escape- pt20

pt 1. pt 2. pt 3. pt 4. pt 5. pt 6. pt 7. pt 8. pt 9. pt 10. pt 11. pt 12. pt 13. pt 14. pt 15. pt 16. pt 17. pt 18. pt 19. 

Jane Seymour has stayed with Henry long enough. Cue Catherine of Aragon and the rest of the girls to save her (Aramour)

Jane is met with a few heavenly figures.

“Abby, please,” Catherine cried to the nurse.

“Honey, they tried everything they could to bring her back. I’m so sorry.”

“Please save my mom,” Katherine yelled out to no one in particular as she buried her face in Anne’s sweatshirt. “Please.”

Jane’s eyes fluttered open. She wasn’t anywhere she had recognized before. The only thing in sight was a door glowing white. It opened.

“Where am I?” she wondered aloud to herself.

“You’re in a place between life and death right now. Your body has stopped living, but your spirit is in transition to the afterlife.”

“I died?”

“Well, technically yes, but you’re-”

“I can’t die.”

“I’m not sure what to say. Normally, when people in your circumstance end up here, they are ready to end the pain.”

“I can’t die. I have a family to take care of.”

“I’m very sorry.”

“Please. You have to take me back. I can’t leave them behind,” Jane pleaded. She began to cry.

The angel wasn’t prepared for this. It had fully expected Jane to follow her through the door. “You can still watch them from above.”

“No!” she yelled. “You can’t take me away from them. I won’t accept it! Take me back, right now!” she demanded. “The woman I love is down there! I’m not ready to leave her when we’ve only just begun our life! My son and daughter are down there! You-”

“Katherine isn’t your daughter.” Jane’s sparkling blue eyes turned a dark grey. She was beginning to think that this ‘angel’ wasn’t an angel.

“How dare you! How dare you say that! If I say she’s my daughter, she’s my daughter! You don’t get to tell me otherwise!” Jane roared. “I don’t know who the fuck you are, but you’re no angel. No angel would tell me that Kat isn’t my daughter. Now do what you can to take me back!” She stepped closer and closer to the figure until she was chest to chest with it. The figure looked at her rather sheepishly.

“I don’t think-”

“Now!” she yelled, her voice echoing in the very empty area she was in.

“Is there an issue here?” another figure walked through the door.

“Yes! This ‘angel’ won’t take me back to my family! It told me Katherine wasn’t my daughter!” She scowled. Jane didn’t know how she was going to get back to her family, but she was.

“I-” the second figure started.

“I don’t care what the hell I have to do to get back to my family, but I’m going to do it.”

“I’m so sorry,” the second figure looked down. “They’re new. They’re not really sure what to do in situations like this. Most are-”

“I know! Most people are ready to go,” Jane cut the angel off annoyed. “But I’m not!”

“There isn’t much I can do, but I can try to get the highest power to come and speak with you.”

“Please,” the blonde huffed. The two figures walked through the door, the first one lingering to see if Jane would follow. She wasn’t that foolish. If she walked through that door, she would kill her chances of ever being able to see her beloved family again.

“Are you coming?” the first one whispered.

“There is no way in hell I’m walking through that door. I’m not an idiot.”

“Jane Seymour?” A third voice, a more gentle voice, spoke.

“That’s me.”

“I normally wouldn’t do this but,” the third figure sighed. “Under the circumstances you are under and what happened with our newest angel, if you are willing to keep fighting this time, you are welcome to go back as long as you understand that the next time you face death, you will not be able to return. You’ve proven that you are more than willing to live through whatever will face you next, and I admire that.”

“Please send me back. Please. But I do have to ask, may I please be sent back with good health? Considering what I went through when I first got here, I believe that is a fair deal.”

“We are giving you your life back, isn't that a fair enough trade?” the first figure mumbled.

“Just for that comment alone, Jane is to return in good health,” the third, and much kinder, one stated.

“Thank you so much,” Jane whispered.

“This is ridiculous. She should be-”

“I wouldn’t speak again,” the third looked at the first. “You’re on thin ice.” Another door appeared, this one showing Jane her family grieving.

“Oh my god,” she mumbled. Were they really this broken over her death?

“Off you go Jane. Enjoy it down there while you still can.”

“Thank you so much again.”

“It’s my pleasure. Now go. They need you,” the third figure pushed her gently towards the door. Jane ran through.

“She can’t be dead,” Kat whispered through her tears. “She can’t leave us. She just can’t. This isn’t how it’s supposed to be.”

“She’s gone,” Catherine stated coldly.

“No! She’s not! She’s right here!” Katherine shouted. “Come on Jane,” she pleaded to the lifeless body. “Please.” She grabbed the body and hugged it tightly.

Jane’s eyes snapped open as the first breath of oxygen she took hit her. She was alive. They brought her back.

“Kat, I love you but you’re making it hard to breathe,” Jane mumbled.

“Jane?” Katherine thought she was hearing the blonde in her head. Her thoughts were quickly disproven when the other girls aside from Catherine were yelling her name and piling on top of the bed.

“Jane!” She yelled.

“Hi,” Jane sighed happily. It was good to be back and not in so much pain.

“This isn’t real,” Catherine Aragon sighed. It was too good to be true. Her fiancee was dead a few minutes ago, and without any medical assistance to bring her back, she was living and breathing again? That didn’t sit right with her.

“It’s real love.” Jane’s voice lingered in Catherine’s ear.

“No, it’s not. Stop.”

“Lina, look at me.”

“No. If I look, I’m only going to be disappointed.”

“Catherine Aragon,” Jane said sternly. “Look at me.” Catherine looked up, and her eyes locked with Jane’s. No more were they dull and the color of stone; they were bright blue and sparkling again.

“How?” was all the hispanic could get out.

“Does it matter?” the pink haired woman practically shrieked. “My mom is back!”

“Did you really think I would leave you guys?” Jane giggled, as if she didn’t just do something that defied the laws of life. “Man, I really had you guys scared!”

“I-” Catherine leaped up and jumped on the love of her life.

“You little shit!” Anna yelled. “You can’t just go and pretend to die on us like that!”

“It wasn’t pretend. I did die,” Jane muttered. “It was weird.”

“What happened?” Cathy looked at her. “Only if you’re willing to share.” Maybe she could convince Jane to let her write an article about her experience later.

“It was weird. I faced a door that glowed white. A figure came out and explained to me that I was in transition to the afterlife. I begged to be able to come back down. They told me Kat wasn’t my daughter, and I blew up. I think that’s what got me down here. A second figure came through when they heard the commotion I made, and got the highest power to come speak with me. The first guy got in some trouble and I made a deal with death to be brought back, and I was brought back in good health because of what the first idiot said,” Jane explained her story, anger building up inside of her as she thought of what the first ‘heavenly’ figure said.

“You- you called me your daughter?” Kat stammered out.

“Of course I did honey.”

“I love you mom,” Katherine stated clearly, all of the love she could muster pouring out in those four simple words.

“I love you too, my sweet sweet girl,” Jane rushed out with no hesitation. “I’ll never tire of hearing those words come out of your mouth.”

“I love you mom,” Katherine blubbered out. She didn’t think Jane would ever get to hear her say those four sweet words again.

“As much as I don’t want to break up this sweet reunion, do you think I could have a moment with my fiancee?” Catherine asked. Immediately, Anne, Anna, Kat, and Cathy’s heads whipped around to look at the hispanic.

“Fiancee?” They all shouted at her surprised.

“Fiancee,” Jane mumbled. “Yes.”

“What the-” Anne started.

“When were you going to tell us?” Cathy eyed up her cousin.

“Well, you know, between the whole having a child and thinking my future wife was going to die, there wasn’t much room to tell you guys,” Catherine huffed out. “Now, can I please have a moment with my fiancee?” The four women made their way out of the room quickly.

“Does this mean Catherine is going to be like my step-mom now?” Kat asked quietly as they left.

“Come here.” The woman in the hospital gown moved over in the bed and patted the area next to her. Catherine quickly complied.

“I have a feeling doctors are going to come through that door any moment and marvel over you,” the hisanic sighed. “But, before that happens-” She kissed Jane softly. “I can’t believe you’re here. I really thought I was going to lose you.”

“I thought I was going to lose you. I can’t believe I’m here.”

“I quite honestly can’t either. I’m terrified I’m going to wake up, and this is all going to be a dream.”

“It’s not a dream love. I’m here. I promise.” Jane stroked her love’s hair.

“As long as you're here, I’m living my dream,” Catherine breathed out. “Now, should we get the doctors in here so we can get you out of this bed?”

“God yes. And, where’s our son?” A smile broke out on Jane’s face before she looked down at her left hand. “And where the hell is my ring?”

“Here.” Catherine pulled it out of her pocket and slipped it back onto the blonde’s hand.

All was right in their world... for now.