#its gonna be happening again and agin

[a-fast-rebloger]

Gelphie Femslash February: Day 5- All Human AU

We all love a modern AU in this fandom, it's universal, so ofc I had to contribute with some good old digital painting over a paper sketch lmao

[someonechaotic]

Ze conner chaos onc agin its aa uhh part 3?????? whyayayayytryeysyayyeeee

Okay, what happened last blog? Well.....

I raised both Zaidan's and Julien's child except I found out that Julien is a very shit father, Haylee grows up happy and Jase grows up unhappy. Sky fishes for some Angelfish whilst Zaidan reaches Level 10 in Gourmet Cooking and whilst Sky gets a new job as an Astronaut and goes into the Interstellar Smuggler branch, we get some Ambrosia, revive Lucas who was previously fucking died. Julien keeps pissing on my fucking living room floor, Haylee got aged up into a teen, Jase is now a child (I aged him up after last chaos blog). Haylee almost died, Lucas almost died again.

Okay, caught up? Good. Now, in this blog is going to be TWICE the chaos, because the previous chaos blog I couldn't post for a week, but I had already done it and couldn't be bothered to update it, so instead, all of its gonna go here!!!!!!

Now be prepared, because I don't know if next week's chaos blog will top this one off....

First week...

After one too many times of Vito possessing Dumbass's gay hearts, I move him back into the household and whip him up a plate of Ambrosia, half as punishment, half because it felt a bit lonely.

Vito lasted.... Surprisingly well, but, well. this sentence is in past tence for a reason....

I also now age up Jase unto a teenager somewhere in this time, I think? i uh idontreemmber

Sky gets to the top of his career and is now constantly on the run from the Space Police

And, on the Saturday after I posted last blog, I had acquired MC Command Center, meaning LARGER HOUSEHOLD WOOOOOOO!!!!-

Well, I had made it larger as a joke, but someone saw it as a grand opportunity to... well.....

:Anne Maria starts playing:

So zaidan, in record time. Gets abducted, impregnated and gives birth. All in the matter of one real-life hour after raising the household cap.

(Also, the way I found out zaidan ws pregnant was so fucking hilarious, I was recording him and possessed Sky having the most fucking terrifying dinner date(?) I've never seen a possessed sim eating a bowl of chili whilst looking totally in love with someone, meanwhile the other sim is so completely fucking confused. And then he did the pregnant animation and i freaked the fuck out)

Possesssed sky says hi ✨️

Meanwhile Sky had his own child, well, Creation. Sky finally build a motherfucking servoooooo woooooo- whom upon entering my household, was assigned traits that practically made Sky the creator of a sociopathic robot I am not joking its the traits I have in my mods pls do-

but don't get too attached because,

One quick change later and Zaidan giving birth, I found out the hard way that I cannot edit my sims normally in a 9 sim household and have to go into the MC Menu and go into CAS from there, because Sky's servo swiftly evaporates from the gace of the earth, never to be seen again.

Zaidan's 5th chikd, Kurtz, grows up to be happy a conspiracy theorist and a pain in the fucking ass, just like his step-father, Dumbass

(Furute me here realising I forgot to mention the 4th, Luz, she's got a mohawk, she's an overachiver, she's a badass lesbian, okay moving on)

Speaking of pain in the asses, Vito gets stuck in a wall, in which case I use this comment to capture some of the most unflattering picture of a sim out there

And speaking of pain in the asses aga- yeah zaidan got pregnant again.... This is his 6th..... This one I named Rez, now this time Dumbass and Zaidan was raising Rez (Which Luz was not happy about as a child)

Thats all of week 1.... Now its on to the real chaos.... the we

Week 2

Week 2, I panic, realising I can't age up my werewolves, Haylee and Lucas up. Why? Because some stupid fucking idiot made them both immortal (me)

So after swiftly resetting and redoing all my werewolves perks (Thank MCCC that MC Command Center has that otherwise I'd of been fucked), I finally age up Haylee and Lucas, who both do not have a job still as I'm writing this.

Meanwhile, Sky has finally finished the Nerd Brain aspiration, meaning he can now Insta-Repair which honestly does fuck all AND INSTA-UPGRADE WOOOOO!!!!- So Sky's been upgrading everything, the stove, the fridge that keeps breaking, the toilets...

And that's when it all went wrong.

As per usual, Zaidan getting abducted, dumbass getting abducted,

Lucas are you sat in your sister's bedroom naked..?

Julien stop pissing on my living room flo-

Al the sudden, one of the toilets in the basement set fire to one of Zaidan's daughters, Luz. I'm panicking, thinking it was that bastard ghost who, idfk fucking planted a grenade in the fucking toilet bowl. I quickly get that sorted out, but I didn't know the true reason.

By now I've finally aged Kurtz into a child, yes it took this long....

But then, Zaidan bursts into flames, where? In the bathroom, it's now the first floor toilet, I'm panicking again, dumbass is there fucking celebrating meanwhile I'm screaming watching the firefighters tumble down through

Meanwhile, Zaidan:

A, Dosnt give 2 flying fucks.

B, stands there and does absolutely nothing

And C, Goes so feral that his eyes go red because he's tense and makes me giggle tf out.

oh and also D, grants me one of the best pictures I've had in ages

I also now have a video of dumbass casually wafting the air like it smells like shit as Lucas is screaming bloody murder beside him pointing at the fire right in front of them.

Ten seconds after that

NOW the UPSTAIRS toilet is on fire, and then another... and then another... and anothe- and zaidans getting fucking abducted again... and another

And then, the first death in a long while. Jase Conner, whom died not only by the toilet's murderous flames, but also by Lucas, who proceeded to only extinguish the fire after he had collapsed on the floor and died.

Considering Jase and Lucas were enemies before, I think Lucas had some intentions...

After which Dumbass and DEATH HIMSELF become BEST FRIENDS FOREVER????

anyway, these pictures later

Possessed sky looking at a burnt toilet

And... this...

Cough

And then, we have our second death, which came a little while after Jase's. Rez, who was still only a child, also died to toilet fire, because when I got him to extinguish himself in the shower, he glitched and stayed on fire, yet everyone else couldn't extinguish him because the game registered him as not on fire. And so, Rez dies to a glitch in the system....

AND THEN, FUCKING JULIEN AND LUCAS GET FUCKING ABDUCTED?

can you, can you guess what happened? I bet you can't, you will never guess, literally never guess, it is impossible to guess, can you guess it? Can you? Can you? Can you guess?

They both come back Fucking PRENGANT

I got some silly pictures of them, this one's just like: - "Julien, I don't fuckin' understand what's going on"

and he's just like - "I've seen this shit before"

I decided to keep only Lucas', who's named Kamila, because I don't trust julien anymore and I do not have the strength to take care of 2 toddlers.

I also, most recently, moved Rez's ghost back into the household.

And I leave off here. The household being Sky, Zaidan, Julien, Haylee, Lucas, Luz, Jurtz, Jase, Rez's Ghost and Kamila, a 10 sim household on it really ever dying, unless there's a really bad toilet fire that happens

Or Jase sets my Fucking STOVE ON FIRE

Some final images that didn't make the cut yk how it be

These two deserve their own segment

– " Zaidan how the fuq you end up like this!?"

– " Maybe the fact you made all the toilets... Flammable..??"

– " ...That was me??"

ok sorry sorry bye bye

Future Future me realising I didn't mention the fact that Vito evaporated mid-way through week 1 (he died from laughter)

[crossover-enthusiast]

hhey. um. I had. the dream again. the one about. eyes

and I freaked out cuz. well ok I'm just gonna tell. u the story because jfc

so. I'm like. fully awake at 11:59 pm. talkin to my friends on discord. and at exactly midnight all the sudden I'm freaking exhausted. like the kind where u can barely type or speak

and then I realize that I can ONLY move my hands (despite my best efforts)

so I panic, call writer, I calm down, and I decide to just give in and go tf to sleep

and pretty much immediately after I put my phone down and close my eyes i get that feeling u get when ur sleeping and u feel like ur falling? yk the one. that but strong enough to feel like my soul is being dragged out of my body

obviously im TERRIFIED as I realize that iits the fucking. It's the dream agin and I'm in the void and I'm kat and I'm trapped. and I'm scared

the rest of the dream played out largely the same as the first one but. it said that ii would see it again. sooner this time. and then it literally threw my up back into reality and I shot up when I woke up

panic called writer again cuz WHAT THE FUCK. I couldnt stop shaking and jesus christ it scared my enough to trigger an adrenaline response what the fuck.

aand I went back to sleep cuz its like past midnight yknow? but I couldnt shakke this cold feelingf. like. ur bones are cold kinda thing. I grabbed 3 extra blankets but it was still. there. still kindof is even now

ngl my hands are literally shaking as I type this bbut. yeah

this isnt a joke, btw. this. actually fucking happened and I'm scared

I went back to sleep like right before you sent this so I'm only seeing it now, but Jesus Fucking Christ

I. honestly am genuinely concerned a little bit? That's some "speak of the devil and he shall appear" kind of shit

I hope you're feeling better now! I can't imagine what going through that is like

[thenixkat]

Mina fed her tiger regular cat food when it was a cub. the fuck

yeah no I'm not including battle tiger ownership if I do fic for Kaiju no. 8. I'm gonna replace that shit with a big fuckin dog and put battle armor and proper ear protection on it, I dont care if she's a cat person I'm not writing animal abuse also the artist doesnt know how to draw tigers. Like one look at a reference would tell you that tigers have round pupils not slits b/c big cat agin just this tiger looks so bad its face is so small and pinched the fuck

the tiger attempts to defend its owner

stop making me look at this terribly drawn tiger. Also wow imagine if the tiger wore protective gear that could have helped a little

yeah also what the fuck do you mean that the tiger is a failed kaiju. how does that happen? What are kaiju? also so it's ok for Mina to own a regenerating psychic tiger?

again the anatomy is so fucking bad on that cat. The terrible anatomy doesnt matter as much for the kaiju since they're monsters but the tiger is supposed to look like a tiger and this shit looks bad

its just this didnt need to be a fucking tiger. the exotic pet ownership is distracting and also the artist is bad at drawing tigers

huh there's a lot inside of no9

there's hundreds of beings human and kaiju assimilated inside no9 Mina is fighting her hardest to not get absorbed again, Mina if yer friendship with Kafka matters so much to you why did you decide to blame him and freeze him out? And then didnt have any meaningful talks with him until he got outed as a kaiju after he joined?

Kafka gets there in time to keep Mina from getting digested Kafka thanks and pets the tiger for helping

do you know how distracting it is that no8's design is different from chapter to chapter and even panel to panel at times. Its so weird like why are his horns curving outwards again near the tips? what color are his spines? roll the die he's also gotten a lot smoother instead of how craggy he used to be and lankier but I'm willing to believe that folks just dont feed him since he also has abs now in human form its also been a lot of back to back fighting. like a lot

for multiple volumes with not much breaks from fighting i can see why folks would find it a slog after a point no9 thinks humans are interesting and confusing and enjoys learning about them

yer not gonna get good data if you assimilate/devour/and kill all humans

ok yeah no9's age of kaiju is just what he wants and not representing any other kaiju's desires but his own

maybe if yall communicated more it would have been easier for yall to trust eachother in a fight

ugh, i dont think a person should apologize for not being able to do something but whatever let's get through this fucking fights its been goin on forever at this point

ah one of Kafka's aces up his sleeve, letting his kaiju side run wild for a little while

off screen training to use the inner beast

not standing on a chair to intimidate a tall person

oh hey kafka's claws and side spines are back

also letting out his kaiju side more allows Kafka to get bigger which narrows the size difference a bit.

also no9 has figured out the nature of Kafka's kaiju

shitty dad, already digested, comes back to ruin no9's day like a case of the runs. Lowering the shield protecting its core so Kafka can kill it

when a mfer is supposed to be dead b/c you destroyed his core but he goes 'hey let's have a chat'

the mask of teh samurai ghost that Kafka spotted at the shrine in no9's memories

no9 met Kafka's kaiju b4

no9 said no you won I'm dead I just had some questions but apparently yer human side and kaiju side arent connected enough to answer them

mfer with a dying monologue

ah no9 was something worse's can

kafka's kaiju has beef with whatever was hiding inside of no9 specifically

not this fucking fight having yet another phase

a ye olden kaiju that caused disaster in the 1800s? that either kafka or his kaiju fought in a past life

we get no9's backstory

no9 found out it could kill humans and things spiraled from there

the new monster is also magic and can cut things it looks at

this boss fight refuses to end. Yay the very hard to beat kaiju can now look at things and chop them up from a distance and also has so many fucking eyes

so either Mina dies next chap or is saved by plot armor

and just wow just the serial escalation

like i dont think this story is gonna do well post this arc given just how far the mangaka decided to escalate shit. I dont think the writing has teh chops to recover from over escalating

[edettethegreat]

remember last time I said that was my one and only post about that anime called Bungo stray Dogs? I lied.

<<DISCLAIMER: I was gonna edit this but then I forgot about it and left it in drafts for too long and I only remembered it now. SO it’s still all phrased in ways that’ll bother many people in the fandom (unlike part one, which I tried to tone down a bit). Also it’s pretty messy. So. Read at your own risk I guess.>>

I was gonna replay via reblogs once again, but once again I went too off topic and didn’t want to hijack or derail OP’s post, so here’s a link to the post, here’s the post, and here’s OP: @sparkofsummer​

I have so much to say on this topic, so just consider this my anti-Dazai propaganda rant part 2

(You can find part 1 here)

Of course last time I said I’d never post another bsd-related post ever agin, but exceptions must be made for topics such as this.

And now onto the topic at hand.

<full disclosure- when I mention Sskk and skk here, I’m referring to the duos (in terms of teaming up to fight someone), not the ships>

OP is right. OP is so right and this is the reason for my unreasonable dislike towards Sskk.

Sskk is created to be the “next generation” of skk. That’s the first noticeable flaw. The age gap between Mori/Fukuzawa and skk is what.., 20 years, give or take? The age gap between skk and Sskk is 2-4 years. That’s not a “next generation”, that’s just taking your coworkers who are around your age and saying “heyyy I really don’t feel like working, can you cover for me?” The point of a “next generation” is that when one generation goes into retirement, there’ll still be a strong duo protecting Yokohama. But by the time skk will be too old to get anything done, chances are so will Sskk. So that’s reason number 1 that Sskk does not serve its purpose.

Reason number 2 is, as OP said, it doesn’t follow the previous two duos brain/brawn rule. It’s double brawn. Neither Atsushi nor Akutagawa are strategists in any sense. Chuuuya’s arguably more of a strategist than them, considering he understands the way other strategists (ie Dazai) think, to an extent.

But wait. There actually is a brain among us in Sskk. And it’s Dazai’s. Unlike Mori/Fukuzawa and skk, Sskk often has direct interference and guidance from Dazai. While they were out beating up the virus ability guy, Dazai was out apprehending Fyodor. Prior to that he was with them, directing them on an outline of what to do. The role of Sskk here seems to be a role Chuuya could have easily filled. (And the virus needs two hosts, right? I may be mis-remembering this, but what would have happened if only one person would have gone in to fight the virus dude?) Regardless. It seems like the sort of role Chuuya could have easily filled, but Dazai’s having the duo he created himself try their hand at filling that role.

And on the topic of Chuuya, where is he anyway? I don’t mean in the virus arc, I know he was on a mandatory Ranpo-enforced vacation in a mystery novel. But where is Chuuya in establishing Sskk? It makes sense that only Mori and not Fukuzawa established skk, because Fukuzawa didn’t know or have anything to do with Dazai or Chuuya. But with Sskk, Akutagawa is Chuuya’s subordinate, and additionally he clearly respects him. For Dazai to intentionally make sure Chuuya has no involvement.., it would make you question why. Why would Chuuya intentionally be left out of the formation of the new and improved duo that’s supposed to take over from the duo he was once a part of.

Point is Sskk isn’t “the next generation” or “stronger skk”. It’s skk minus Chuuya, replacing him with two ability users who don’t even come close to his complete strength, considering he’s a literal god.

The fallacy lies in the fact that Sskk is a duo, when it’s actually a trio. Dazai fills the role of not only the mentor, but the brains to Atsushi and Akutagawa’s brawn. Dazai never left skk, he simply pushed Chuuya out of it by replacing him with two people who don’t even remotely amount to what he’s capable of.

EDIT from after I wrote this: 

AND ANOTHER THING.

THAT I FORGOT TO MENTION.

Dazai KNOWS that Akutagawa is actively dying of some lung disease.

Dazai KNOWS that Atsushi can only control his ability with the help of Fukuzawa, ie someone a whole generation older than Dazai himself.

So that whole “oh this is the next generation of soukoku :)” thing? Yeah Dazai KNOWS that both parties involved  will only be able to be part of it for a short period of time. So. Dazai. What’s up with that, anyway?

[pandasized-crevice]

MY KINNPORSCHE EP 6 FRESH JUST WATCHED THOUGHTS

MOVE IN TEAMS LETS GOO

they got the motherfucking drones out here yall

tf is bodyguards rule

ROCK PAPER SCISSORS PLEASWE

clown music yall just......clown music the entire time kinnporsche are stomping around the forest

WHERE'S MY LOVE PETE

aw lord he's watching vegas

POL SIR WAKE UP

NOW HOW'D VEGAS KNOW HE WAS BEING WATCHED IF NOT FOR THE MOLE HUH H U H

then again it's not like pete & pol are so wonderfully hidden

bread & mosquitoe spray! yum for a stakeout!

not the condoms VEGAS LEAVE PETE ALONE

FIRE AND I BELONG TOGETHER POLITE BUT HOT KINN WHAT FUCKBOY SHIT IS THIS

MY SLOGAN NO FUCKING WAY

porsche PLEASE make fun of that man PLEASE I CANT

well not right to his face anyway......

kinn has been smiling so much he's precious

PORSCHE BRINGS HIS CHILDLIKE SIDE HE KNOWS HE CAN BE HIMSELF WITH HIM

AYYYOOOO A SMOOCH NEAR THE WATERFALL

kinn you whore don't call porsches weenie small

TF A SKELETON??!!porsche is me rn

KINN IDOL DREAM??!!!

wheres my porsche owns a beach bar & kinn is the singer there au??!!!

wait can't mile actually fr sing??so this should be good right???

porsche dont laugh PORSCHE DONT LAUGH

oh serious yall.....

OH HHHHH

poor kinn fr he had to take on all the responsibility that tankhun had originally and he wasn't ready/built up for that

OH NO PORSCHE MY LOVE

the little face porsche makes i love him

KINN YOU HE HE REALLY SAID THAT

r we gonna talk about it???????......IG NOT BUT WE SHOULD GUYS

AHHH THE SCENE YALL AHAHHAHA

KINNS SMILE HIM NUZZLING PORSCHE S T OP

NOT FREE FALL PIANO

oh shit ITS EVERYONE

KINN JESUS WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING

UMM WHAT THE HELL WHY WOULD THEY DO THAT FOOLS

yay they're holding hands:D

KINN JUST WANTS FREEDOM DAMN IT

AH PORSCHE CALLING KINN CUTE

oh SERIOUS agin

HUH WE TALKING ABOUT IT

Ii hate porsche, giving a thumbs up, hes JUST LIKE ME WHEN SERIOUS SHIT HAPPENS

no doubts huh.........sounds fake besties

i hate them

WAIT PORSCHE LOT ON PURPOSE

YALL WAIT PLEASE IT DONT GOTTA BE LIKE THIS

oh

OH

KINN YOU BASTARD YOU KNEW HOW TO GET FREE??!!

HIT HIM AGAIN PORSCHE

oh

OH WHAT OMG KINN

HAHGABAHBGH crying screaming throwing up SHAKING IN MY BOOTS

SHIT ITS NOT OUR PEOPLE

PORSCHE KING YALL SAW THAT KNIFE THROW

NOOOO KINN

shit did porsche get shot to??why isn't he moving more

STOP NO THIS CANT BE

CHAN YESSSSSS ARM YESSS

okay okay so peteporsche undercover at a casnio next ep.....AND PORSCHE ARM & PETE WORKING FOR/WITH VEGAS NEXT EP???!! from the preview it seems like vegas is telling korn about a plan(maybe having porsche work for him??)& he agrees??? if i don't see a bed ridden kinn throwing a fit then whats the point

[drkcnry67]

my secret is...

title: my secret is...

pairing: jared x reader

fluff: superhero au

h&h: anti possession tattoo

tags: smut, lots of smut, more smut, implied smut, fighting, bruising, revealing your secret to the woman you choose to spend the rest of your life with, reader figuring it out before he says anything, shooting, fashion design implied, tech showcase, speeches, silent auction, I don't think there is anything else.

rating: maybe 18+ not sure how this will go yet

created for @spnfluffbingo @heavenandhellbingo @sweetness47

summery: nope

jared: i have a secret, my identity is for your ears only incase something happens to me, or you. in case something goes wrong tonight...

Yn: tonight, babe this is crazy talk just come to...

Suddenly a red dot is on the wall behind you, Jared pushes you to the ground just as a shot is fired, the window in your penthouse apartment shatters into a thousand pieces

You lay under your loved form, but something strikes you. Why would he... How... Oh my god... Were just some of the things you wanted to say but what you asked your love was something the inner you had wanted to ask for a while now..

Yn: are you the dark avenger?

------–---------------------------

Wait wait wait I'm ahead of myself again, let's go back to 5 months and 4 hours before the events above with a brief history review...

It all began on the anniversary of your first day in Texas, the day you had moved to get a fresh start(bad break up needed a fresh look on life.)

That day who knew a accidental bumping into someone would lead to a first date never mind them finding you a place to live, his only thing was you were never gonna be in danger with him around.

you were not paying attention and tripped over your own two feet as you landed against a chest, spilling your coffee on this nice mans suit jacket...

jared: are you alright miss?

you shiver at that voice, but you shake it off as you gently say...

yn: im so sorry about your jacket... its gonna be stained im so sorry...

jared: its all good, come this way i am sure we can find you something else to wear cause if im not mistaken your jacket also got ruined by this little accident.

yn: its not little, its everywhere ugh im such a clutz...

jared just laughs as the airport pages the janitor as you and jared move off to the side, your luggage on the ground in front of you and your jackets layed out on the bench.

you kinda laugh but it fades into a sigh of shock as jared's hand reached to pull a piece of your hair away from your eyes.

jared: we havent been introduced yet...

you take his hand in your own as you smile lightly.

yn: im yn, i am just moving here....

jared: well its very nice to meet you yn, im jared let me help you...

yn: do you know of any hotels with cheap and i mean dirt cheap availability long term...

jared just kinda stared at you your question kinda bothering him. so before he spoke again he picked up your bag and his own...

jared: you will not be staying in a hotel, you are gonna be my roommate.

you were shocked and then you kinda giggled but were stunned by jared's hand on your own leading you both toward the door, and into the parkade.

yn: i am so sorry agin about your jacket... are you sure that letting me live with you is a good idea.... i mean its not that i dont particularly think it is a good idea, thats not it at all, its more the fact that I've never ever had a actual roommate before this is also my first time in a city that I didn't grow up in... I'm rambling aren't I?

Jared: yes you are and it's cute!

yn: thank you for letting me stay with you... i was gonna have a hell of a time trying to find somewhere free to live in. especially with no job and being very new to town.

jared just laughed as the car stopped at a stoplight.

jared: so welcome to san antonio... it is not as large as dallas, but its still a great place to live. we will get you settled and then we will worry bout finding you a job. but mi casa et su casa.

you couldnt hold back from trying to find out more about this mysterious stranger who basically came out of no where just as you were trying to hail your way out of the airport.

yn: what do you do for work? if you dont mind me asking...

you blushed slightly as jared pulled into a parkade and put the car in park.

jared: i run my own company its a family business, my parents left it to me when they were killed when i was a kid. i like to spend a few nights after hours to prep papers and stuff for the following days. its apart of the billionaire bachelor life. though i could tell you more over dinner tonight.

You smiled slightly blushing, he invites you to live with him and then he asks you out on a date... Subtly and very suave but never the less a date is what he asked and a date is what you said yes too.

Yn: I would be honored though if it's somewhere fancy I should warn you I don't have anything overly formal.

That's when he revealed that we were at a mall. It didn't look cheap either. He simply smiled and got out of the car coming round to open your door holding his hand to you.

Jared: well that's most certainly what I figured which is why a shopping trip is in order. Course it's on me so please anything you find nice I'll get it for you. Plus it gives us a chance to learn something bout eachother.

You took his hand and your purse as you both walked to an elevator coming into the 2nd floor of a 3 story mall.

Jared: oh and just so you know I will not judge your outfits I'll simply print out poloroids of our outing for a scrapbook of memories for you. Now what's first...

You had to think and you smiled slightly.

Yn: well no outfit starts without a whole new hair do. You don't mind do you...

Jared: not at all, I'll take you to the finest salon here, they do your hair and your hnails all at once. I go there for my hair, they will help you out for anything you want to do.

Yn: how would you feel about me doing the under side of my hair funky and the upper side normal.

Jared could only smile as he spoke.

Jared: I think that will do some good for your new beginning. Now let me do the talking first.

You stayed by his side as you both walked in, a woman standing at the desk approached you both when she saw Jared.

Rebekah: well if it isn't my favorite customer and my best tipper how ya doing Jared?

Jared: pretty good, may I present my new roommate yn, yn may I introduce my oldest friend and sister from another mother Rebekah. She is also my stylist.

You and Rebekah hugged it out as she caught the glint to Jared's eye.

Rebekah: so what brings you both in today.

Yn: I would like something done that says fresh start. Something normal on top and funky on the bottom. Maybe some feather extensions. Along those lines and have fun with it. And I would also appreciate a manicure, acrylic color of your choice.

You basically told Rebekah what you wanted, Rebekah you and Jared were all sitting in the back at the station while Rebekah prepared and mixed the dyes for your hair, grabbed the correct extensions, and began with the low part of your hair.

After an hour and a half of leaving your hair in the hands of this new friend. You were not looking in the mirror while she did your hair, but instead into the eyes of the man who was your Savior.

Jared: that looks amazing Rebekah...

Rebekah: it's some of my best work!!! What do you think yn ready to see your new look?

You look at Jared who is just grinning cheek to cheek. As you are spun round to face the mirror. Your eyes went wide with wonder at the vision before your eyes.

Yn: it's so blonde and purple with hints of the rainbow in a sea of longer hair and it is absolutely gorgeous. I love it. Thanks so much.

Rebekah: no problem now do you still want your claws done?

You simply nodded your head doing a hair flip and ending up looking at Jared, his eyes beckoning you to approach.

Jared: feeling better?

Yn: much better this is exactly the fresh start I was hoping for. you know i have a good feeling bout tonight. but lets do my claws. short stelleto is the nail shape and length i would like.

rebekah and you sat at the nail table. jared put his hand on your shoulder while he checked his phone.

jared: i gotta make a phone call real quick. its work stuff. i will come back in a bit when i sort this out.

jared gave you a quick kiss to your cheek, you blush as he walks out of the salon and around the corner disappearing from your view. rebekah's voice brought you back out of planet jared.

rebekah: alright girl, spill. that look in your eyes, i know you are crushing big time on jared. and for the record he likes you too. he texted me just before you guys got over here. he said he was bringing a new crush over here

You couldn't believe it, Jared had pre warned Rebekah that you guys were coming. Geez, this man really was in love with you.

Yn: I can't believe someone like Jared, well a billionaire owner of his own company hottie who saved my life hunk of a man would ever be in love with me. Rebekah, I feel just blissfully happy but something's eating at me.

Rebekah held onto your hand for a split moment to make your gaze meet her own.

Rebekah: what happened to make you want a fresh start?

You wanted to make it as short and brief as possible but knew it would only bite you more in the ass if you did.

Yn: my asshole of a father that's what. He tried to sell me to some other family so I could marry one of their sons for money. But when I refused he hired some guys to jump me as I was coming home from work one evening. They put me in the hospital with a broken rib. I moved in with my best friend and boss. Gave my notice that I was leaving the city for good. She helped me get away. needless to say I got out and I'm never going back.

Rebekah: so your still hurting from what happened to you. That's where the doubt is coming from. Not to worry Darlin, if there's one thing I know is when Jared likes someone he will do anything to protect them at all costs. now lets finish your nails before jared comes back.

meanwhile jared is pacing back and forth in the mens washroom so he can have a stressful conversation with his partner behind the scenes.

jared: i dont know how to explain it dude but i think this girl is the one for me...

jensen: really hung up on her arent you?

jared: ya right now she is in the salon with rebekah... just getting a fresh look for her new start, i dont know how to explain it. jay i feel something a spark between me and her.

jensen: ya but what about your whole double life thing.

jared sighs for he hadnt given that much thought.

jared: guess ill have to tell her at some point. sometime soon. but for right now we go on exactly how we have... ill see you later.

jared hangs up the phone and straightens up before he heads back toward the salon. where you and rebekah were just finishing your girl talk and your nails.

jared: well thats a nice sound coming out of here. what did i miss?

you and rebekah could only smile.

yn: just some girl talk and lots of giggling. i feel like a brand new woman.

jared, you and rebekah walk back to the front counter.

jared: how much do i owe ya for this.

rebekah: nothin absolutely nothing. im not gonna charge ya for something that literally was to help someone gain a fresh start. thats just not how i roll. now you both go and enjoy your time. and yn come back anytime to chat or to get touch ups nails or hair...

you and jared leave the salon and head to a few other places where jared buys a few new things for you and for the place where he lived but zomething wasnt right.

thats when it happened... right there in the middle of the mall. jared pulled you back to hold your form against his own, as he kissed your lips. calmly and coolly he smiled once the kiss broke.

jared: woah, that was..

yn: breath taking?

jared: ya...

yn: i know what you mean. now lets...

before you both could say anything else you both were alerted to a disturbance by loud gun shots ringing in the air. getting down low it was like nothing ever seen before. or only in a movie.

Jared: shit... Not here not now... Let's just stay down maybe we won't be seen.

You stay down and stay silent staying close to Jared as you both heard this loud voice echoing up the floors. Neither of you wanted to get caught in this mess.

You and Jared crawled slowly back into the salon, where Rebekah was hiding in the back behind the counter.

Jared: Bekah we need to get out of here. I can't put her in danger.

Rebekah: ya well maybe it's time you trusted someone else with your secret...

Jared: maybe one day I will tell her but today is not that day. Now where is your service elevator.

Rebekah: you mean the emergency one. Just let me lock the door at the front first.

rebekah crawls and locks the door with a remote its silent and makes it look like the store was never open in the first place, then she goes back to you and Jared.

rebekah: alright quick and quiet lets go.

You stay close to Jared as the 3 if you made your way into the elevator and Rebekah hit the button to the parkade.

At that moment you all took a breath. Jared held you against his chest as he kinda smiled.

Jared: are you okay?

Yn: I'm a little shaken but I'll be okay. Where are we gonna get me a outfit for dinner tonight now...

Jared: Bekah do you think...

Rebekah looks at Jared.

Rebekah: it's possible but first we need to get to one of our vehicles, second a severe helping of police presence is needed. I've already pressed my silent alarm. And sent a text to Fred who said alright I'll take care of this. I also told him about the people still trapped in the mall but that I and you guys got out. He will probably want to speak with us later but right now let's go see Sheryl.

jared, rebekah and you made it to the jeep, you got in the passenger seat, jared got in the driver seat and rebekah got in behind you.

jared gripped your hand in his own as he drove you all about 30 minutes away from the mall, to a little boutique called "Sheryls howling dresses"

yn: what kind of boutique is this?

jared: one ran by another old friend. she was the same person who was tailor to my parents. she will whip you up some new outfits in the short span of 2 hours. trust me.

you were amazed..

yn: but how...

jared: you will see, now lets go inside and get you fabulous. plus it will help you to forget all that just happened and just have some fun. and dinner just became a charity dinner, i just recieved a reminder about a company benefit for tonight.

yn: ooo let me guess as owner of the company you have to make an appearance and give a speech?

jared: as unfortunate as it is, its not how i pictured our first time in public eye together going...

yn: really and how did you picture it going?

jared glances back at rebekah who gets out of the car and goes into the shop.

jared turns his gaze to you and smirks darkly.

jared: well i imagined we would go out for a romantic candlelight dinner, then back to my place, get you settled in, find a nice restaurant and order delivery then we would spend the evening dancing round here, laughing maybe cuddle up on the futon and watch a bunch of movies, mushy ones if you so desired, there would also be wine, and kissing, and so much more. anything you would have wanted. then at the end of the movie watching we would stay curled on that futon for as long as we wanted till we both fall asleep in eachothers arms to wake the next morn happy as can be.

You were lost in each other's eyes, but Jared saw a twinkle of something in your eyes that made him make his move.

Jared and you were in a fierce make out session. One that would have led to sexual endeavours except that Jared's phone interupted the session about 10 minutes into it.

Yn: let me guess it's Rebekah telling us to get our asses into the shop?

Jared: pretty much. Though I would like to continue this let's call it a conversation a little later perhaps after the party?

Yn: you mean where we won't be interupted?

Jared: exactly. Don't move I'll come round and hold the door for you.

You watched him straighten out before getting out of the Jeep. He walked over to your door but as he did you refelcted silently on what had just happened, What was just said, and what you were ready to do.

Jared reached your door, he opened it and held his hand out to you, you took it and gracefully got out of the Jeep, bringing your purse and cool with you.

Jared: relax it was new for me too. Now let's go and get you some new stuff.

Yn: I look forward to after the party when we can continue with what happened in the car.

Jared: ya know many nights I have spent sleeping in my Jeep, it wouldn't be a bad place for some sexual endeavours.

The tone to his voice changed once more, those last 2 words he almost growled, would have made it more romantic if they were said while you both were still in the jeep.

but none the less you are both walking through the door into the shop, into the world of glam and fashion. there were sparkles everywhich way you turned, you followed the sound of voices one voice in particular caling out your name.

Jared: yn this is Sheryl, Sheryl this is my girlfriend YN! She is new in town and is my new personal assistant for my company. unfortunately my other one just gave her resignation. so what do you say YN wanna come work for me and reap the benefits of being both my girlfriend and my assistant?

you were stunned you were honestly taken back, what with the things that happened and said in/out of the jeep, his look it was like it pierceed your soul.

yn: yes but i think i need some new outfits to fit the profile. as im sure the assistant needs to be flashy to make a statement. Something that says fresh start and new beginning.

Sheryl: hunny say no more let me take you to the back room for some measurements and for you to try something on deary. Rebekah and Jared don't even think about disrupting us during the process.

Jared: yes ma'am

Sheryl leads you to the back room and she smiles delightfully at you.

Sheryl: oh dear, Ive never thought I'd see Jared so happy. Must have been a shock for you eh?

Yn: you have no idea, I mean I came here to start over, a brand new life, but something went wrong, and I couldn't find a cab or anything for that matter then I spilled coke on Jared and now we are here. The rest is as you say history.

Sheryl: well that's a true love story if i ever heard one. i am just happy that he brought you here, to see me. now lets find you something fabulous to wear.

she goes to the desk and pulls a remote from the drawer as she spins both of your chairs to face the blank wall, which with the press of a button the wall opens up and several racks come out of the wall.

sheryl: okay girl, lets start with some shirts... if you see something you like i can stop the machine, and it will show the pieces one at a time slowly so you can see front and back of each piece. just remember all you have to do is say the word and the pieces you like will be put aside for you onto the nearby empty rack. lets begin.

one by one the pieces came out you picked out 20 new tops, 10 skirts, 15 jeans, 10 capris, 10 shorts, 25 dresses both business, casual and pleasure.

sheryl: are you happy with your new starting wardrobe?

yn: yes but i think i need accessories to match everything. don't you agree?

sheryl: of course, now lets get you some of those...

sheryl pressses another button and makes the racks of clothes switch with smaller racks of jewellry, bags, shoes and a few other small but cute accessories. you picked out 16 necklaces, 16 bracelets, 13 earrings, 5 rings, 20 various bags, purses, and briefcases, 12 scarves, 15 different types of shoes, a few hats, pairs of mitts, and some nice jackets for those nasty type weather days.

sheryl: well dear i think i can have my assistant bag these for you get them ready for transprt while we go back out and see your new beau.

you give sheryl a hug and when you pull back she smiles at you.

sheryl: oh dear no need to thank me its my honor to do this for you. your situation must have been something really terrible for you to leave your previous dwelling.

yn: lets just say i was through with letting my father try to use me for his own gain. my father was ready to sell me off to marry some rich investors snooty son who would have made me miserable, so the day before i was supposed to meet the douche bag i went with my boss after work and she took me to the airport and bought me a few things from the gift shop clothing wise and thats all i came with today. but if it wasnt for my general clumbsy nature i wouldnt have bumped into jared. sheryl i dont know how i can thank him for all of this...

sheryl: im sure you will know what to do when the time is right. i can tell from your aura when you walked in here with him that you and he were meant to be. I read psychic energy and tarot. It's a gift, one of natural cause nothing more nothing less.

You smile at Sheryl as you both exit the back room and go to stand with everyone else.

Sheryl: this girl is gonna look fabulous and I have a extra surprise for her too one that wasn't in the little showcase we just did. It's something she can wear tonight to your party benefit thing. Yn go over to the fitting room it's all in there for you, just change and sort your self out it will be all right honey.

You went to the fitting room where you shut the door locking it and took a look at the outfit that Sheryl had picked for you. The outfit the accessories oh man Jared was gonna flip his lid and probably wanna skip the outing but this is what she picked:

a sequined candy apple red off the shoulder, high low a line with bits of lace around the shoulders and waist. For the shoes she picked a nice black sandal heel about 3 inches to have you closer to Jared's height but not too close. A simple set of diamond dangle earrings, a drop diamond necklace and the best part of this a bracelet with a attached ring. Oh and a bonus a new bag, one that was alot nicer than your current one.

You figured you would swap your bags first then put on your new outfit. Once your new bag was all set up, You started taking off your current clothes and bringing your new dress off the hanger, it fit you like a glove it was so soft and pretty it made you spin round a few times before you put on your jewelry, and the last thing you did was put on your shoes.

Taking a bit of time to finish straightening yourself out, it seemed very very likely that Jared was gonna have that same look in his eye that he did back at the Jeep.

But grabbing your bag you walked out of the fitting room confident and comfortable. You twirl and go over to stand on the show platform so Sheryl can see you in full.

Sheryl: well baby girl how do you feel?

Yn: Sheryl I feel amazing, this is such a gorgeous dress, comfortable too. And my favorite color. This is perfect. But what does my new boss/ boyfriend think of my new outfit.

Jared came up behind you and stood there with a crouching smile crossing his features he simply says.

Jared: it's positively delightful and you look absolutely ravishing in it. How much do I owe?

Sheryl: Jared, when is the last time I charged you for anything?

Jared: well it's my honor then to fully pay your bills for the next while to keep your lights on and your shop safe.

Sheryl: Jared you are too sweet.... Now go you got a dinner to attend. And Jared show her the tattoo... It's bad enough you are going to the dinner with no flare to your outfit but you shouldn't keep that from her.

Jared goes to the rack and switches his shirt with one that fit his suit well.

Sheryl: that's better

Jared faces you and you catch eye of the tattoo on his chest.

Yn: what's this?

Jared: call it a family crest of sorts. It means you are in control at all times no matter what happens you are protected.

Yn: maybe I should get one too just in case.

Jared: maybe one day you will but today and right now we need to go. We have a benefit to attend. Thank you so much Sheryl, for everything. We owe you so much for this.

Sheryl: it's my pleasure now you kids go and have fun. I'll drop the wardrobe off at your house.

You Jared and Rebekah all left the shop, arriving back at the jeep a little conversation took place between the 3 of you.

jared: are you sure you dont wanna come to the benifit with us?

rebekah: nah i have to go give my statement about the mall incident and finish my cash out for the day and do some paperwork, but ill stop by tomorrow or something if thats alright...

jared: of course just call first ya know...

yn: i hope to see you again soon bekah...

rebekah comes and gives you a hug when she pulls back and smiles and then gets into the cab that pulls up behind her.

but speaks one more time before she shuts the door.

rebekah: oh by the way, for a first appearance as a couple you two are gonna have front page story of the paper tomorrow. trust me it will be a night to remember. I'll call you both later.

You both waved as Rebekah closed the door and the cab left. You and Jared kinda glanced at the sky.

Yn: the sunset is so gorgeous.

Jared: it always is, now let's get into this Jeep and go to the benefit before we don't leave this road like at all.

Yn: and what would we be doing in the road

Jared: well I would take you and I'd set you down on your back in the back seat of the Jeep while I hike up the bottom of your dress and I slide my hand up to your bikini line, where I would slide my fingers along your line till you beg me to stop, till you beg me for more. Do I need to continue?

He could tell what he was saying was getting to you. He could tell he was making you hot and bothered.

Yn: can we go to the benefit now before I take you up on your idea.

Jared: we will continue that later.

Jared smiles as he leads you round to open your side of the Jeep for you. He closes it behind you as he goes round to his side and starts the Jeep as he gets inside.

Putting on his seatbelt, he puts the Jeep in gear and begins the drive. Upon arriving at the conservatory he gets out of the Jeep first, then shoving through the press he comes round to open your side.

The photographers and press were all up in your faces.

Press 1: billionaire Jared Padalecki who is this beautiful young woman on your arm?

Jared: this is my girlfriend/new personal assistant for my company YN she is new to the city and comes for a fresh start.

Press 2: well well yn care to comment on what you think of our beautiful city so far? How has your first day as Jared girlfriend made you feel?

You were about to answer but Jared spoke for you.

Jared: she will make a statement inside the benefit please no more questions at this time. If you will excuse us.

Jared ushered you out of there and walked inside the building together.

Yn: they are intense...

Jared: it's all good, I'll do most of the talking up there and all you have to do is make a statement formally announcing your new status in my company and as my girlfriend... Just breathe as you do it I will be with you up there the entire time.

Yn: you out of the corner of your eye catch a glimpse of a man ocming toward you and Jared. You cling closer in a not scared looking way.

Jared: Jay over here!

Jared pulls out the silent auction tickets for you to go put in the bags.

Jared: yn, this is Jay Jay this is yn the girl I had told you about...

You shoke Jays hand and then Jared turned to face you.

Jared: here take these silent auction tickets and place them where you would like. I have a feeling not many people are here for the silent auction... They are more interested in the new tech plans for the company's r&d and what the budget looks like and how I am doing and the food... So you go do that I'll find you in a while and if anyone approaches that with a ress pass just tell them no comment.

You leaned up and gave Jared a kiss, it was one thing that felt right. Then you with the tickets in hand walk over to the silent auction area upon which you begin carefully thinking about what packages you wanted for you and Jared.

There was one package called business you threw a strip of tickets in there after you broke them apart...

You came accross a hobby package with new laptops and a graphics tablet you felt that would come in handy you broke apart 2 strips for that one.

You then came across a romance package you threw a strip of broken tickets in that one.

And you also threw some in other random packs. Then you went to grab a snack. Standing by the refreshment table you take a glance around the room, people shuffling and bustling about, no one saying anything except for how much they were excited for what Jared had to say.

That's when you heard footsteps behind you, you felt arms slide in behind you.

Jared: miss me?

Yn: you know I did. So many people just complementing the designs for the plans your company is putting out... There was a fair amount of tickets in each thing but the ones I put our tickets into were the lowest amounts.

Jared: am I gonna like the ones you picked if we win them...

Yn: you will be pleasently surprised if we win them and you will enjoy them definately...

Jared: hmm, we should take our seats for dinner and so you can meet the board officially before we go up to speak.

Yn: you mean we get to eat first...

Jared: never give a speech on an empty stomach it's a company motto. One of many, helps us to remember the important stuff. Jensen also following us as we go to the head table or what you presummed was the head table.

You stayed standing to shake some hands before sitting down.

Gerard: well Jared how did you meet such a lovely young woman?

Jared ushered for you to answer the question...

Yn: I kinda bumped into him and spilled coffee on his shirt and we'll things kinds clicked.

Gerard: well well that's quite the ordeal, and uh tell me yn what brought you to our fair town this day?

Yn: easy my family has been struggling with finances and my father tried to sell me off to marry into a rich family for more money... So my boss at my previous job was kind enough to book me a one way flight to the first available flight she could get. She packed me a single bag of belongings and dropped me off at the airport and now I'm here ready for a fresh start.

Gerard: so you literally left your entire life behind cause of your father...

Yn: yes I did, and if it wasn't for Jared I probably would have been sleeping in a shelter tonight.

Rachel: that's such a horrid ordeal, but good thing is now you have a new life and a new family. The job you have accepted as Jared's assistant is one we have had difficulties finding the right person who would stay long enough and not complain about all the meetings and note taking and business type stuff.

Yn: I'll stop you there say no more my bachelor's degree was in business administration, it was phenomenal. If you guys want proof of my studies I can get my former boss and best friend to send over my diploma.

Rachel: nah that won't be necessary. We trust you Besides if Jared thinks your a good fit that's good enough for us. So yn how does tonight compare to a normal night before your craziness back home.

Yn: for one thing back home I wouldn't have been at a fancy benefit dinner i would have been at my boss'place having dinner and a work meeting before our meetings the next morning. I was her assistant and that's why she was so inclined to help me... My boss was my best friend and if needed my gay love... But that was if we went to the bar and stuff... Cause we weren't gonna let those creeps in the bars get all up in our grills. To be honest though I lived more at her place than my place with my family. But what's done is done my father made his choice now he has to live with the consequences. i regret leaving my mom and my brother but i know they know by now it was for the best. i know i can't change what happened to me, all i know is i have to keep moving forward and settle into my new life here with you guys, the company and jared.

rachel: hey yn wanna come with me to the drink table i think we should surprise the guys with drinks.

yn: of course, ill be right back jared...

jared kisses you...

jared: i miss you already love.

you and rachel got up and went to get drinks... Standing there grabbing drinks you decided to reveal what you were truly feeling.

Yn: can I be honest with you?

Rachel: of course

Yn: i know i havent been here long, like literally since this morning when my plane landed and i spilt coffee on Jared and things just kinda happened from there, but i think ive already fallen in love with him. and i know its crazy to even think that that could be possible, but something inside me is telling me that this is where ive been meant to be this entire time, like this is my destiny.

rachel: yn i can say this, i dont think ive seen jared this happy in a long time. i think this is the start of a new beginning for you, for the company for us all. but i can say this in the 6 years now that ive been helping out at the company ive never ever seen him this happy like at all.

yn: we should probably get back to the others, but i hope sometime soon we can chat some more.

rachel: i would love that... maybe if there is a bunch of papers to stamp, fill out and file it would be alot more fun with 2 people.

yn: you know what that does sound like fun. it was the one thing at my previous job that no one liked to do except for me. i really enjoyed it, i still do...

Rachel: well I know whose helping me father the tax stuff this year...

You both laughed as you both carried the cups back to the table. Laughing on arrival to the table, Jared takes his cup from you and kisses you again as you sit back down.

Jared: you ladies seem to be very smily... Did you ladies have a good chat?

Yn: we did and we have a plan for how to make the filing and paperwork more efficient. So we are gonna get it done and started as the days go on.

Jared: you ready love?

You were kinda confused, but then it clicked, it was time to go up with Jared and make your statement and his speech.

Announcer: and now the man of the hour himself coming up to present another spectacular speech and make an announcement, Jared come on up!!!

You and Jared made your way on to the stage, where you let Jared stand at the mic first...

Jared: thanks you all for coming out tonight, our goal for this next year is to make our prison more secure the super criminals in that prison who are more likely to escape will be more securely locked down, in return to the please of the city's parents our company is proud to announce that we are increasing school funding for those who want to give their children the best education possible especially if they can't afford to in the first place. Basically the plan is to make the entire city affordable to everyone. To provide more work opportunities for people just starting out so teenagers will have better options, options for apprenticeships and better options for those just coming out of high school those guys will each receive a base fee of 10,000 per graduate that will help them be able to go into whatever field of education they wish to pursue. Hunters Inc we are also gonna offer apprenticeship programs run by my new personal assistant/new girlfriend and my head receptionist so here is my new personal assistant and girlfriend YN to make a formal statement declaring her status as my new assistant and my new girlfriend.

You switch places with Jared who smiles lightly as you clear your throat standing nice and tall composing yourself as you begin to speak.

Yn: thank you Jared for that wonderful introduction, my name is yn and I am the new personal assistant to Jared, I swear to uphold and perform my duties as they will come and I will probably stay with the company till the day I die. As for my new status as Jareds new girlfriend I promise to love him as faithfully as I do my work for as long as he will allow me to do so. This is where I belong, this is my new home, this is my future, this is my new life. Thank you.

as you and jared now moved to exit off the stage the announcer stopped you both...

announcer: alright now if you both will just pose for 10 shots for the photographers, no qustions to be answered at this time, photos only.

You and Jared stand in several poses, before being allowed to exit off the stage and back to your seats where you both are greeted by Gerard and Rachel.

Gerard extends his hand to you as he speaks.

Gerard: yn on behalf of Hunters INC let me be the first to Welcome you to the company i look forward to working with you.

as the evening went on you and jared were approached by so many people from all over town and around the different parts of the company.

after half an hour of shaking hands and speaking with several people you and jared finally had a few moments alone. jared sat on a chair and pulled you to sit in his lap.

jared: finally we have some moments alone... how do you feel after being on the floor basically meeting the entire board for the company...

yn: i feel a bit overwhelmed but nothing i dont think a hot steamy shower couldnt fix when we get back home.

Jared: hmm I like the sound of that although I was more thinking a dip in the jacuzzi, then a nice hot session in the shower then chilling in bed till sleep overtakes us and we wake in...

You put your finger to silence him as you spoke again...

Yn: say no more I'm in when can we leave...

Jared waved Jay over and smiled happily at you.

Jared: hey man, can you give Gerard and Rachel our regards we are gonna head home I still have to help yn settle in... Can you also make sure to have the car at the house for around 11 so we can give yn the proper tour of the company and introduce her to her job... Oh and any auction prizes me and yn may have won bring them to the office tomorrow.

Jensen: of course bro, I'll see you both tomorrow.

You and Jared were soon out the doors and down the stairs to the valet where the Jeep was brought to the landing, just as you and jared made it down the stairs.

valet: have a safe drive home mr padalecki, madame... have an amazing rest of your night...

you catch the jeep keys and playfully run to the drivers side of the jeep, jared runs after you and pins you to the door of the jeep for a few stolen moments.

jared: give me the keys or we wont ever get out of this parking lot fully clothed with all our decency...

Yn: fine but I'm all hot and bothered... So you owe me when we get home...

Jared just smiles as he opens his side of the truck and you just climb gently in throwing your shoes in the backseat with your purse...

You sit in the passenger seat, putting on your seatbelt as Jared gets in and shuts his door... Jared begins to drive you both home... the drive was quick and smooth cause there was no one on the roads.

pulling into this gated yard, it was in your view, a huge mansion one that you were now so thrilled to call home. jared pulled the car into the underground parkade... and you went to open the door, instead he got out of his side and came round to yours... after grabbing your bag and shoes...

jared: come on lets show you your new home...

you went to get out of the jeep, but instead jared pulled you so your legs wrapped around him and he began to kiss you, he kinda kicked the door to the jeep shut and was able to slightly push the button for the elevator, but that was it, once inside the elevator, your dress was undone, your back pressed against the mirror, jared was kissing you with a heep of passion...

you made quick work to open his shirt, bascailly tearing it open, ripping some of the buttons, but your hands now had some nice actual view...

yn: let me guess we are heading right for the bedroom?

jared: correct its just easier when i come home late... or am running late for work, this way i can just come straight down here to the jeep and go...

yn: nice... then take off the dress we can pick them up later... its all good...

jared: well then let go of me we will do this properly...

you loosened your legs and set your feet back on the ground, jareds hands still on your hips, as the elevator came to a slow stop... jared facing your back toward the door, he walks you out of the elevator clothing pieces from both of you falling to the floor before you fall gently on the bed...

jared then smiles as he suddenly remembers what you said to him before you left the party.

jared: ya know i believe i said i would show you the jacuzzi.

Yn: then what are you waiting for...

Jared: absolutely nothing...

In moments Jared helped you gently off the bed and walked with you to the jacuzzi... But holy cow the washroom or ensuite I guess you could call it that was fucking massive...

Jared: just let me start the water...

You stood there looking around till you come to face the mirror... You hear the water turn on and are instantly engulfed from behind by Jared who kisses you...

Jared: damn, how did I get to be so lucky..

Yn: right time right place fate destiny whatever you want to call it...

Jared: that should be good enough for water level, it fills pretty quickly... How bout I show you what fun truly looks like...

Jared picked you up carrying you so your legs were wrapped around him. he went into the tub, with your own body on his, the water didnt even phase you but neither of you stopped.

this was what you both had been waiting for since you met, this was the moment you lost your virginity to the best man you have ever knownn

The second he sat down his hard cock slid right into your pussy, giving you a few moments to adjust before he began to pound you. Water going every where, your moans and screams of pleasure echoing everywhere.

the voice commands from jared made the jacuzzi change into a shower, man this was the greatest experience of your life. the water now running over you and jared as the shower just made the pounding last a while longer.

the orgasm overtook the both of you, the water was turned off by voice command once more and the arms of your new boyfriend placing you on the ground as you both use the nearby towels to dry off.

jared: do you want to walk or do you want me to carry you?

yn: carry me

jared picks you up into his arms and you hold tight as he places you in the bed, to which you scoot in under the covers, then jared crawls in beside you, allowing you to cuddle into his chest his arms embracing your form.

jared knew in his heart of hearts that tonight he was normal, but tomorrow night would be a different story but he spoke softly to you as he felt you smile.

jared: rest now my love. tomorrow is a new day...

with those words, you and jared were happily cuddled and sleeping in seconds. there is a peace that fills you both, your dreams taking you to far off places, your mind only with thoughts of you and jared.

*time skip: the next morning your routine began, the waking up, the morning shower sex, the smell of jareds cologne driving you insane. the dinner meetings, the charity events, the auctions, the building projects and soon 5 months have passed, this shortly after you had been rescued by the mysterious dark avenger. the hero of san antonio, the mysterious hero who apparently had a fascination with making sure you were safe. but as the nights went on and the late nights jared spent supposedly at the office were timed around the dark avenger stopping some sort of problem, the timing of the nights jared spends at the "office" and the dark avenger in the city were too coincidental. but your brain wasnt gonna give up processing that thought. meanwhile jared as the dark avenger was preparing to strike down a dangerous new threat, one that was smart enough to figure out who he was. who seemed to know enough about you, him, his life, your daily routine. this threat knew every single detail and he was using it fully to his advantage, by that of he called jared while you werent with him and basically threatened you. to which jared decided he was gonna brake his one cardinal rule of NO KILLING just to keep you safe but little did he know that this night would be the worst night of his entirety s the Dark Avenger, this would be the day he would tell you the truth, today he was gonna reveal his secret identity to you but something else was aloft, we go to the end of the work day where you and jared are just finishing up in the office...*

yn: so where are we going for dinner tonight?

jared stands up from the chair he was sitting in and comes up behind you..

jared: ill have our driver pick up something, tonight we eat in cause i want to talk to you about some of my personal life... like some of it is from before i met you and some of it is fairly recent... does that sound good to you?

yn: of course it does but what could you possibly have to tell me that i dont already know...

jared: be patient my love. all will reveal itself in time.. but are we ready to leave the office?

you nod as you pick up the crate of paperwork and jared grabs your purse and coat as you both walk out to the valet where the driver is waiting. jared once the car starts moving gives the driver instructions, as he and you go through some of whats in the crate, making labels for the file folers and didnt notice the car stop outside the chinese place where the driver was ordering your food and waiting for it.

jared: i hope that this will make up for a long day at the office today

yn: it wasnt that bad, it was a slow day, today we are just a normal couple. today we forget the world outside and just be us, sitting in this vehicle, and to be together no matter what. what is it we said the first day i started working as your personal assistant....

jared sighed and grasped your hand...

jared: it is you and me, always and forever, no matter what

yn: exactly so whattever happens tonight, tomorrow, next week or hell next year, it doesnt matter, you and i are gonna conquer anything that gets in our way...

jared kissed you just as the driver came back into the car. this didnt bother the both of you as you guys started just making out in the backseat the driver took the smoothest way home.

once at the house, he pulled into the garage, the driver took the food into the house, you and jared take your time to get the papers get out of the car and into the house. both of you going up into the bedroom to get out of your work clothes and into something more comfortable.

you chose your tank top/short shorts and robe set with comfy slippers, while jared went with a pair of lounge sweats and no shirt, while you both sat in the lounge area to eat your food, something was bothering jared, hell something was bothering you...

what was bothering jared? well ever since that threatening phone call he had recieved well he hasnt been able to think straight about anything else.

what was bothering you? well the fact for one that your boyfriend and the mysterious dark avenger are never in the same place at the same time. your mind putting this together like it is a complex not so complex puzzle ya know what i mean.

anyway be that as it may, neither of you really said anything over dinner till post dinner a bout 2 hours after when you had just finished sorting the rest of the paperwork, and jared was doing his think pacing...

this was how you knew he was doing majior thinking or getting ready to tell you something... well this should be interesting if not eventful cause usually during these conversations you and jared were pretty heated...

yn: love are you alright?

jared: yn i have to tell you something...

jared stopped for a moment dead in his tracks before speaking against his voice slightly raised but not to much...

jared: it has to be tonight that i tlel you or something worse might occur

yn: what could possibly go wrong my love.

jared: several years ago, i was considered dead, but in truth i was on a mountain side training with some monks or something like that anyway they taught me how to fight, this gave me a new purpose a new sense of direction for my life.

you now had nothing in your hands and were sitting on the edge of your seat.

yn: your scaring me

jared: what i have to tell you can never leave this room, it can never leave your lips or this house... if it is spoken about outside of the 2 of us it could be compromised.

yn: whatever it is, it cant be that bad...

jared: i know you are a good person yn, but in truth i lie to you or myself anymore.

you continued to stare at him, the windows behind him beaming with the lights from the fountain turning on...

jared: i have a secret, my identity is for your ears only incase something happens to me, or you. in case something goes wrong tonight...

Yn: tonight, babe this is crazy talk just come to...

Suddenly a red dot is on the wall behind you, Jared pushes you to the ground just as a shot is fired, the window in your penthouse apartment shatters into a thousand pieces

You lay under your loved form, but something strikes you. Why would he... How... Oh my god... Were just some of the things you wanted to say but what you asked your love was something the inner you had wanted to ask for a while now..

Yn: are you the dark avenger?

jared: this is what i was afraid would happen... this is what i was afraid of...

yn: so i was right...

jared: you knew

yn: i mean i had my suspicions with the disapperance of you and the appearance of your other half.

jared breathed a silent sigh of relief as the sound of the front door being broken down echoed through the house. but the sound of heavy footsteps now too echoing through the house.

jared: just stay low and dont leave my side...

yn: never... whats the plan

jared: get to my secret lair and go from there...

But before you and Jared had a chance to think you were grabbed away from Jared... Now was your turn to reveal your secret...

You used your free arm to elbow the guy in the gut before pulling him by the neck over your shoulder and flipping him to the ground.

Jared upon seeing this was suddenly very impressed.

Jared: my love where did...

Yn: I learn that I was also trained by a group of secretists, but these were assassin's, they taught me what they knew and I haven't used my skills much here but over there well I killed alot of people.

Jared: alright then let's fight our way out of here, then we can discuss what this could mean for us...

The conversation once more interupted you and Jared turned to see a bunch of guys running toward you. you slid under one of the guys flipping him over and onto the floor...

jared was throwing guys out of the windows and into the walls, breaking the tables and stuff with the bad guys heads...

yn: hey babe, lets make a promise to change the floor to something more slip and slide friendly..

jared: consider it done babe... and maybe we will put whatever you want when we make it out of this babe. jared struggled those last few words as he punched a guys lights out...

you were pushing a guy toward one of the unbroken windows and pushing the guy back a bit he staggers before you spin kick him out the window..

jared reaches for your hand and pulls you toward him, as you both make a mad dash for the stairs, where making it at the top of the stairs where the 2 of you threw a vase and a vase stand down the stairs, bowling over any men trying to get up the stairs...

making it to the bedroom the room with one word from jared went into lockdown, the doors and windows were plated over with metal plating.

finally you both had a moment to breathe... jared and you were relieved, almost blissful to say the least. but something was wrong...

a sound that neither of you were nor had expected not ever... the sound of the floor beneath you both... beginning to crumble. you both grabbed hands and dove into the elevator... taking it down down to the secret basement basement...

like deep deep nderground. where the place was armed, alarmed and locked down... now trapped safely in the dark avenger's base of operations.

jared comes up beside you and spins you to look at him...

jared: are you alright my love?

you nod with your head but your eyes say something else as tears start pouring from your eyes. jared wipes them away and slightly kisses your forehead.

jared: hey hey its okay... look they cant get us, its all good...

yn: good, good, no its not good, this is a disaster... so much for peace and quiet... you were eventually gonna find out about my secret, what i did back there, those guys are dead, they are fully 100% dead... its just how my skills work... thats why i stopped using them.

jared: look yn, i know this is not how this was meant to go for me either... the attack i thought was not gonna happen, course i planned for the day that it could, but thats not the point the point is we are both safe, and we both have the strength to survive anything.

yn: but what are we gonna do, we cant leave, they have probably burned down the house looking for us already... and those repairs are not gonna be easy to do without money and stuff, which oh ya they also destroyed the crate of paperwork so that...

but before you could continue jared lifted you onto the table nearby and began kissing you... the tears from your eyes flowing down your cheeks as the kissing continued.

As the kissing was in full swing neither of you noticed that Jensen was coming up from a hidden underground lift system...

Jensen clears his throat making you and Jared go defensive.

Jensen: cool it guys it's me .. I saw the fire burning so I came up through the under under ground passages. The ones that run from Sheryl's to the office to here and back again...

Jared and you stand up right, you stand in between Jared and Jensen looking between the 2 of them and then it dawns on you ..

Yn: wait wait wait Woah babe how is Jensen connected to all this?

Jared: he is my guy in the chair or rather tech genius! That's why he is head of R&D... He is always building plans for new weapons for me depending on the villain of the week.

Yn: well can he fight?

To answer your question Jensen took off his shoes and his jacket going to the training area.. you on the other hand removed your overlay and slippers now standing on the mat.

Jensen: now come on buttercup let's see what you got...

Those were Jensen words before he was faceplnted in the mat... But he quickly got up and low kicked your legs from under you.

Throughout this battle, the 3 of you could all hear the explosions and smell the smoke from the house burning.

Once Jensen had called defeat he and Jared went to check the feed from the camera on the flagpole at the edge of the property line.

You found what seemed to be a 3d machine of some kind. You clicked a button and it began to give you choices for building your own suit, starting with a mask.

So you selected what pieces you wanted, what colors, what styles, what it all appeared on a maniquin beside the table. Both Jared and Jensen could see what you were doing.

Then it let you fabricate your very own personalized weapon... This one was a tough choice but for you it came down to dual blades or bow staff.

Jared: having trouble deciding which weapon you want my love.

You turn at that question.

Yn: how did..

Jared: I kinda figured this would be something you would do... What are your choices.

Yn: dual blades and bow staff...

Jensen: well which ever one you don't take I will cause my suit should be coming up any moment now...

You ended up choosing dual blades that turned into a bow staff you ended up creating your best of both worlds so to speak.

Jensen: yn you are extraordinary, I saw it in you the moment I met you. What is the plan Jared?

Jared had to think for a moment both of the most important people in his life were standing right in front of him waiting for his judgement call...

Jared: alright heres the plan... Suit up and deal with them the way heroes are meant to...

*type the suit up description on PC*

You run your hands over your body a few moments and stare at your self in the mirror, fixing your hair around your mask.

Jensen: ya know this is gonna be a whole lot easier to do if we could see the extent of the damage to the property...

jared: jay are those hidden drones still functional?

jensen goes over to the computer system and stands at the keyboard tying a few different key swipes before he exclaims happily in a loudish voice...

jensen: woohoo, i got it... this is it, this is how we can see what those monsters and invaders have done to our home. lets hope its not too extensive of damage...

the cameras feed up on the monitors, the house is almost completely in rubble, the walls almost completely burnt down, the worst part was the fact that those guys were still in the burning rubble searching for either signs of you and jared or your burnt corpses.

jared: the house

jensen: the grounds

yn: all our stuff, gone... those monsters are gonna rue the day they ever decided to mess with us...

you went over to the vehicles and choose a motorcycle. you kickstarted it and were preparing to get on it... jared and jensen watch this and come blocking you.

yn: get out of my way guys this is what i was trained to take care of... this is what i was trained to do...

jared brings you against the bars on the ledge...

jared: babe if you go there it will be bad, very very bad... you said it yourself a bit ago, you thought you were not being heard... well we heard you... no you are not going to reach your all time low... not through this, you will never kill again yn i can promise you that these guys will get justice served to them, just not through death.

yn: jared let me go these guys need to be taught what happens when they destroy a home that belongs to people. you guys can come along if you want but i cant promise none of them will die.

you get on the bike and straighten out your mask as you speed through the tunnels and discover the weapon system... your weapons set to stun not kill, you were ready for action.

jensen and jared do the same thing getting on the other 2 bikes and doing their absolute best to catch up to you.... their looks ones of concern for you and your wellbeing.

long story short the 3 of you were stunning the rest of those guys on the property edges, then getting off the bikes there were 5 guys left. right near where the front of the house would have been.

jared, you and jensen all standing in the dark of the brush, out of sight for now you all exchange a few small words.

jared: once we do this, there is no going back..

jensen: all the way together united.

yn: those guys will pay for this... this is our home and i refuse to stand by and let this happen any longer.

*this is really corny but i had to put this in here... it just seemed like it fit... *

jared: AVENGERS ASSEMBLE!!!!

you jared and jensen were all running into the line of fire... those guys didnt have a chance to use their guns before you 3 threw disrupters making their weapons useless.

the fight was going smoothly until a few more guys got out of a black suv that had just driven up. one of the guys clapping loudly, nothing to be heard except your own heartbeats and the sound of this guy clapping.

darius: well done little people...

jared: its over mccarthy... surrender now and i can promise the first spot in the newly renovated wing at the super max.

darius laughs and pulls a hand held out and shoots the disrupter before pulling the trigger shooting you in the leg... you fall back crumbled to the ground screaming.

jared: thats it, silver wolf tell the surrounding surrounding party to move in. we are going to need medical assistance to get merciful assassin patched up... ask for nathen for her medical assistance.

jensen: on it... ill shock them into unconcious and you go take care of your girl.

you were using your pocket knife to cut your pant leg around where you got shot... but you screamed in pain as you rolled over and dirt now infected the wound.

you removed your mask and tore off your boot on that side to remove the rest of your pant leg.

yn: son of a bitch...

jared slid on the damp grass in his final approach to you.

jared: woah woah woah, looks like it didnt go straight through. babe, lets get that leg elevated... use my legs for the elevation.

you let jared place your leg on his own as you both wait for Nathan to show up... but things were about to get alot worse or better depending on how you look at it...

after you and jared sitting in the still damp grass for 10 minutes, there were 2 sets of footsteps approaching you. through the clearing you both diserned the faces of jensen and nathan.

jensen: there they are...

jensen and nathan run over to you guys just as the blood loss slips you into unconciousness. the voice of nathan saying that they needed to move you to a secure area so he could get the bullet out.

neither jared nor jensen were gonna leave your side till they knew you were better... once back underground at the base, jared and jensen were drawing up plans for the new model design for the house. so they had one to show you when you woke up...

jared: no if its gonna be 3 stories the top floor needs to be like a master bedroom big enough for a punching bag, a double desk for both our computers and printer and some book cases, we are also gonna update the secret entrances to down here... at least 2 on each floor, one coming from the garage which has to have enough room to accomodate the numerous vehicles we have stashed everywhere. and that the pool area in the back is connected to the back of the house by a insulated glass walkway, and that the pool area itself is contained in the same insulated glass surrounding... floor heaters built in all the way from the doorway in the house, to the pool and back... the tiles on that pathway and surrounding the pool in the glass walls have to be reflective and multicoloured.. something fun for painting each wall in the new design. it needs to be wild and different and unique. it needs to reflect me and yn as a whole, as a couple. ya know before all this craziness tonight, i was thinking about asking her to marry me...

jensen knew jared was crazy about you but he didnt know he was that serious about you... he had no idea that his best friend and partner in crime fighting was thinking about settling down.

but before jensen could respond nathan came up behind them and the sound of the floor behind them made them a bit jumpy.

nathan: well good news i got the bullet out, but she needs fluids and probably a blood transfusion or 2, the bullet tested positive for poison... dont worry i will have the supplies for that back here in a little bit, unless one of you is a universal donor, then i dont need to leave... but another thing, jared you said that yn trained with some assassin type people as well?

jared: ya what about it?

nathan: there was an abnormality actually 2 in her bloodwork, one of them is a cause for celebration the other is not... which would you like to know about first...

jared: doesnt matter you choose...

nathan pulled them to the laptop where the results were...

nathan: for starters, jared congratulations you and yn are gonna be parents, she is about 4 weeks... the baby is healthy and is not affected by the bullet or the poison.

the expressions on jared's and jensens faces went from worried to concerned to slightly overflowing with silent joy...

nathan: the other thing is...

but before nathan could continue what he was gonna say the monitor attached to you beeped as though you were waking up... and that you did cause you sat straight up and your eyes were blood red... and you spoke only one word...

yn: venifica (*latin means poisoner, witch, sorcerous*)

an energy burst knocked everyone back as they all watched you just expell energy burst from your body... but no one could do anything... till jared managed to make his way closer to you and jab himself with one end of a transfusion line and the other end into you...

at which moment the energy stopped floowing, you went back into unconciousness, jared was given a chair as the transfusion did its thing.

7 hours later, passing in and out of conciousness no where really for anyone to go, jared jensen and nathan had not really slept. except what little they all snuck drifting in and out of concious.

another few moments passed and nathan removed the transfusion line and finish patching you up...

nathan: dont worry buddy she will be fine. look i know this is all overwhelming for you guys but i have a feeling that this wont detour her for long... whatever those guys did to her is coming out to play and it doesnt look good. that word she said before her first energy burst is latin in basic terms meaning witch...

after a few moments of being un hooked from the blood transfusion you groan, attempting to stretch out feeling the cool metal surface beneath your body.

jared, jensen and nathan all turn round in time to see you open your eyes.

jared: babe your alright...

yn: minus my leg but im sure my boss will understand... how bout you guys? did we win?

jared: we are all fine, perfect even... babe what kind of people did you train with again...

yn: they called themselves the lethalstrikes, they are a group of supernaturally based assassins, the supernatural bit is a serum a random serum that they make each recruit injest the first and last time they walk through those doors, once its in your system it takes till your 150th kill to fully activate and reveal your supernatural trait. the assassin skills and training combined with the basis of supernatural dna makes all trained by them lethal and very very deadly... i have no idea what i am though.

thats when jared played the audio and footage back to you...

yn: so im a, a witch? what the hell... those guys need a serious lesson in messing with people. though im not thrilled with this i want to know who was my 150th kill...

nathan: one of the guys in the field, according to jensen where you were coming through didnt survive at all, he died whatever you did you killed him, and that must have triggered your witch side.

long story short after some much needed rest and relaxation the plans were drawn up and finalized for the redone manor. extra rooms, expansions everywhere desks in every room, so many book shelves, secret entrances, elevators, each wall a different color. but no one had told you about the pregnancy yet... for nathan, jared and jensen were keeping the pregnancy news secret from you till you go for your follow up appointment for your leg/regular check up.

but no one spoke of what happened that dreadful day, you all managed to keep it out of the papers, and away from the snoops of the town, jensen finished fully moving into the manor...

now first night in the newly finished manor, you were just finishing up some paper work on your computer when there was a set of hands around your eyes...

jared: hey babe...

yn: hey, how was your run with jensen?

jared: it was good... i have a surprise for you though... will you allow me to spin you around to face me... so i can show you this surprise that is right outside our window here...

you were now curious why on earth was he trying to spin you round to bring you to the window... what the hell wass going on...

Yn: babe will you just tell me what is going on I have a doctor's appointment today...

Jared: I know and I'm going with you for it but before we leave our home I want you to see what I have had people working on for a while now...

You look out toward where the rose garden is and you see the words marry me made out of rose bushes.

You look over at Jared to see that he is kneeling on one knee with a 24k rose gold diamond engagement ring the stone in the center the size of a mini mini baseball.

Jared places the ring on your now extended toward him left hand...

Jared: is that a yes?

Yn: yes yes yes a thousand times yes!!!

Long story short again you and Jared after a short but sweet make out session got dressed, went downstairs to the garage where you both got into the car as Jared drove to the doctor's office. once in the room, all that was left was to wait for nathan to come in.

nathan comes in a few moments later you are up on the table on your back and waiting for him to begin the routine examination. short and sweet is not how this was gonna go... but for you, this news was about to be a huge shock.

nathan: alright im just gonna make sure that your stomach isnt hurt, after the fight and things like that i just want to make sure everything is ok... time for an ultrasound.

yn: your the doctor, just please warn me before you announce if there are any harsh or shocking socking surprises.

you hold jared's hand as you pull up your pintrest to show him some wedding ideas. when nathan suddenly stopped moving the wand around your abdomen and held it in one spot...

yn: nathan is everything ok?

nathan begins jotting things down in your files and then clears his throat...

nathan: well this is certainly an interesting development. i wouldnt start anything major project or diet wise any time soon... well i mean you guys should see it for yourselves.

he turned the monitor toward you and jared...

yn: is that...

nathan: yes that is a baby... that is your baby... congratulations!!!

you were about to have a panic attack...

yn: a baby... that.. we... what does this mean?

jared: breathe baby, do not let your emotions run high... remember breathe and keep the bracelet on you wont release your power without control...

you breathe in several deep deep breahts before you try to use your words. once the breathing had done its job, jared ran his fingers over your power control bracelet... the one specifically designed for you to help you control your new bestowed never before unleashed powers....

yn: im.. i mean we are gonna be parents.. we just got engaged... we need to prepare, there is so much to do, yet not alot of time left to do so...

jared: can we just live in this moment, the here, the now... we have time... lets just take and be happy with these happy happy moments...

jared kisses your forehead and then turns his attention to nathan...

~so thats our tale, our tale that started as a call of fate, turned into something wonderful... remmeber love finds you when you least expect it.~

[yikesharringrove]

the fic you wrote for my last prompt was amazing, ty 😭 can you do 50 + 56 this time please? and if you want to work in dyslexic!steve too that would be awesome! 🥰

You are speaking my fuckin’ language, dyslexic Steve is my ABSOLUTE jam. Honestly, whenever I write Steve, he’s dyslexic, although sometimes it’s not mentioned because it’s not important to Harry’s journey @ jk rowling

Thank you for your request! I’m really glad you liked the other one I wrote! You’re anonymous so I don’t know which one that is but I really enjoyed writing them all! Sorry for my manic energy rn.

Something a little different, it’s modern au! This is probably nothing like what you were thinking so I’m sorry, but I kinda love it ngl.

50: Secret Admirer

56: “I don’t know if I should be flattered or offended.”

Prompt list!

Billy spent three and a half hours reading through every single tweet on the account.

There were so fucking many of them. The earliest one was timestamped from four days ago, so obviously, this person had no life outside of tweeting.

Tweeting about Billy.

He had a few personal favorites. He had retweeted them to his account, figuring may as well play it up, make a joke outta everything.

@ImHardForHargrove: sorry WHOMST gave you the RIGHT to have eyes that fuckin blue im YELLING

@ImHardForHargrove: watchin u play basketball is a religious experience y are ur arms so BIG hhnnnng

And Billy’s absolute favorite, which he pinned right at the top of his account

@ImHardForHargrove: ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass

Billy knew he looked good. Knew he turned heads wherever he went. He did that on purpose. But realizing someone at Hawkins High had set up a thirst account for him, well.

“I don’t know if I should be flattered or offended.” Billy had explained the situation to Robin, letting her go through the account on his phone. “Like, It’s kinda nice, whoever this guy is, he’s got a crush. But also like, It’s kinda creepy. Plus he’s objectifying me,” Billy was talking through his sandwich.

Robin made a face of disgust. “Why do you keep saying ‘he’? All of the girls in this fucking school are practically drooling for you.”

“Hard for Hargrove, Robin. I know you’re like, revolted by the peen and whatever but that does not excuse a lack of basic sexual education and anatomy.” She gagged at him. Honest to God, gagged. He thought she was gonna spew all over the table.

“If I ever hear you call it a peen ever again, it’s on sight Hargrove.” Heather plopped herself down next to Robin, kissing her cheek before zeroing in on Billy’s phone, still in Robin’s hand.

“Have you guys worked out who it could be yet?” Her eyes were wide at Billy.

“Billy says he thinks its a guy even though people with penises aren’t necessarily men.” Robin gave him a pointed look.

“Yeah Robin, I know that, but, I don’t know I just think it’s a guy penis-having person.”

Heather narrowed her eyes at him. “Do you actually think that, or are you just hoping in that goblin little brain of yours that this account is Steve Harrington’s.” Billy could feel the heat spread down his neck.

“Billy, I know Steve is like, the only out guy in this whole fucking town, but you can do way better than him.  PLUS, I feel like it makes more sense if the person running this account wasn’t out and had to channel their gay yearning through social media.”

“First of all Robin, you have this vendetta against Steve that I don’t get. He’s a nice guy. He’s kinda dopey, kinda dumb, but he’s like, sweet and shit. Second, I’m not out, so it still could be him because he doesn’t think I would, like, accept his advances or whatever. Hence, gay internet yearning.” The chime of the bell sent them packing their lunches, Billy’s phone vibrated in Robin’s hand. She rolled her eyes when he realized he turned on notifications for the account

“Get a fucking life you loser.” She slapped the phone into his hand. He opened the new tweet with embarrassing zeal.

@ImHardForHargrove: i saw u talking with ur mouth full and it was yucky but i was still  🥺🥺

His head shot up, trying to see who would have been facing him during lunch, but the cafeteria was almost empty.

The rest of the week Billy took deliberate care of every interaction he had with anyone. Observing who was in his surroundings, and making note of everything he did and said. He took extra caution around Steve, wanting to spot any minute detail that could give away who ran the account.

The account started blowing up. People were retweeting like fucking crazy. Everywhere he went, he was being asked if he’s seen it, like he doesn’t regularly retweet the good ones. The search for the owner of the account had spread throughout the whole school. A few girls even tried to claim the account was theirs, but every time that happened the account would tweet out something to discredit whoever made the claim, proving them a liar.

Billy was starting to lose hope it was Harrington. The tweets were coming at all different times, posted whenever the person thought about it, so Billy was losing track of who was near when he said or did something. And the tweets were always about stupid stuff Billy didn’t register doing. On Wednesday night the account said

@ImHardForHargrove: hi when you chew on your pencil and it makes me 🥴 that is all thx for comin to my ted talk

Friday afternoon gave them all:

@ImHardForHargrove: walked past ur classroom and u were asleep ive never wanted to CUDDLE someone so bad in my LIFE

But Saturday, Saturday renewed all hope for Harrington Billy could possibly have. Lauren Kranz was throwing a party. It was the first real rager in a while, so everyone was there, and everyone was sloshed. Everyone but Billy, who’d agreed to be designated driver for Robin and Heather like some kinda idiot.

He was brooding on the back porch when his phone went off. The account was active, and the owner was drunk.

@ImHardForHargrove: I can seeeeee u oyt the windw I wan u 2 FUC ME. RAW DOG.

@ImHardForHargrove: srry ur so beauitiful nd THICCC

@ImHardForHargrove: I wana shoot my shot but idk if u lik bois

@ImHardForHargrove: (ys i am boi)

@ImHardForHargrove: nd i dont wana get my heart broken agin 😥

He was right about it being a guy. He was right about him being too nervous to approach him outright. His brain was screaming stevestevesteve at him. Hawkins was shook when Steve came out as bisexual in his sophomore year. He was the golden boy, a real jock. He was NOT the kind of guy people would assume queer in a small midwestern town.

He was kind of a douchebag, dumping one girl for another, sleeping with her and never calling again. But then he settled down with this guy from the University of Indianapolis for a few months until Steve caught him cheating. Apparently, he had slashed the guy’s tires. Billy was impressed.

The next year came Wheeler, who only stuck around long enough to make sure Steve was nice and whipped before she fucked off on him too. So Steve retreated. Spent more time with middle schoolers than anybody else. Didn’t want to put his heart on the line anymore until he knew it wouldn’t be stomped on.  Billy could respect that.

Billy couldn’t risk being out in a town like Hawkins. Word always had a way of getting right back to his dad, and in a tiny hick town with nothing better to do than gossip, it was usually only a matter of hours before Neil heard something he didn’t like.

@ImHardForHargrove: srry 4 bad typing rn. drunk nd dysl exic ren’t a happy combo

Billy’s heart stopped. The drunken idiot was giving himself away. Maybe if he sat here staring at the account long enough, enough would be revealed he could figure it all out like a shitty drunk episode of Blue’s Clues.

He was so focused on Twitter, refreshing his feed, again and again, he didn’t notice a very drunk, and very unsteady Steve Harrington stumbling out the back door towards him. Until he crashed into his back.

“Sorry, Bill!” Billy had Steve by the shoulders trying to keep him upright. “Heyy I have a question for you.” Steve grabbed one of Billy’s hands and veered over to the table and chairs arranged neatly on the small patio. When they were sitting, Steve kept ahold of Billy’s hand.

“Hi.” Steve was smiling like a little kid. Billy was in fucking love.

“hey, Harrington. What was your question.”

“So-oo. I have this friend. A very good friend. Super close. And he has a big ol’ crush on you but he’s too scared to ask you himself because he keeps getting his heart fuckin’ broken so he wanted me to ask. Are you into guys?” It’s a miracle Billy understood any of that, every word blending into the next.

“That depends.” Billy leaned in, running his tongue along his bottom lip. He saw Steve take in a sharp breath, following the movement with his glazed eyes. He knew Steve was talking about himself, he just wanted to rile him up a little. Make him blush first. “This friend you’re talkin’ about. He’s our age? Like you’re not trying to set me up with one a’ your kids, right?” Steve physically recoiled.

“NO, you fuckin’ pedo. I’m NOT trying to set you up with a fuckin’, fuckin’ middle schooler. My friend is, uh eighteen. He’s a senior.” Unless Tommy fuckin’ H. suddenly had a penchant for dick Billy didn’t know about, Steve was 100% talking about himself.

“Well, if he’s as pretty as you are, I’d love to go out with him sometime.” Billy winked. Steve went red.

“Okay, but like, does that mean you’d go out with me? Like I’m as pretty as me, right? Because I was talking about me. Not ‘a friend’ I was talking about me. Steve.”

“Yeah, I kinda figured that out. You know, I was hoping it was you running that Twitter. Any time you’d tweet out something you wanted to do with me, I was always picturin’ doing it with you, Baby.” Billy was practically purring. “Especially all the shit you wanted me to do TO you.” Steve gave something between a whine and a groan and flopped himself onto Billy’s lap, straddling him with very little grace.

“Thank God. ‘Cause you’re so fucking hot I’d let you do anything to me. Anything, Bill.” Billy smiled softly at him.

“Then let me take you home. Let me put you in bed to sleep off all this. And let me take you to breakfast tomorrow. Something nice and greasy for your hangover tummy.” Steve was a puddle in Billy’s lap. “C’mon, Drunky, git your ass up.” Steve just giggled and muttered Drunky Skunky under his breath.

Billy sighed and stood up, hefting Steve up with him.

“Bil-ly,” Steve whined. “You’re so strong, this is so fucking hot. I gotta tweet about this.”

“Tweet it later, Sweet Thing.”

It took Billy for-fucking-ever to find Robin and Heather (they were making out in the basement with the stoners). But Steve chirped and cooed into his ear, so happy Billy could lift him and hold him like it was nothing.

The last tweet from the account was timestamped from Sunday evening.

@ImHardForHargrove: Hi this is Steve. Billy’s my boyfriend now 🥰#ThirstWorks

[punksarahreese]

what if,, you wrote about ava taking vivi home for the first time 👀

👀

***

"You’re sure she’s fine?"

"Ava," Connor couldn’t help but laugh, "You’re the CT attending, you tell me."

The blonde glared at him, a protective hand cradling the back of the baby’s head as she held her close. Vivi was happily asleep in the sling against Ava’s chest, her oxygen cannula snuggly fitted to her face with little heart shaped pieces of tape. Getting her to adjust to the cannula wasn’t difficult, she’d needed one since birth, but getting her to leave it on her ears was a struggle as she started gaining more fine motor skills. The stickers helped though, Maggie’s idea, and Ava thought it looked adorable.

"Ava, seriously," Connor continued, "She’s at a healthy weight now for a seven month old given her history. She’s feeding better and we were able to remove her NG tube. As long as you keep an eye on her respiration and she doesn’t get a fever, I don’t see why she can’t go home."

"But-"

"Don’t let her talk you out of this, Connor," a familiar voice said softly as the door opened a crack, "She’s been like this for days since you said Vivvy can come home."

"I’m just worried!" Ava protested, giving Sarah the same look she had shot at Connor before.

"You’re hovering," Sarah said gently, "You’re a heart surgeon, Ava. She’s in the best possible care whether she’s here or at home. Let her get used to your apartment or she’ll never want to leave the hospital."

Ava huffed but fell silent, knowing Sarah was right. That reaction made Connor laugh again, earning himself a shove from the CT attending.

"It’s just funny," he mused, "Seeing the ever-confident Ava Bekker so nervous. Motherhood has changed you, huh?"

"Shut it."

"Don’t start," Sarah rolled her eyes, "The nurses are ready for her car seat test."

Ava let Sarah grab Vivi’s bag off the exam table, shifting her in her arms a little as she felt her stir. Her mother just hushed her before she could wake fully, following Sarah out into the hall to find the NICU nurses.

The car seat check was important for every infant going home, but for Vivienne it would be a major milestone. Her respiratory therapist noted how her stats often dropped when partially reclined, so the car seat would be a big test of that. She had to stay in it for 90 minutes without issue if they were going to go home today, which made Ava anxious.

The nurses had the car seat set up on the lounge table, since Ava was a doctor there they made it a little more lax than usual. Still, they watched closely as she lowered Vivi into the seat, ensuring she did the buckles up properly. Once she had tightened the straps and adjusted her cannula so it didn’t get caught, Ava took a step back. They got her portable heart monitor leads hooked up to the bigger machine for clarity’s sake, watching as her heart rate jumped for a minute.

Big brown eyes flew open as Vivienne realized she wasn’t comfortable in Ava’s arms anymore but instead in an unfamiliar seat. She looked around the room in alarm for a second, as if she was debating on whether or not to cry.

"Hey, honeybee," Ava said as she crouched in front of the car seat, "Mum’s right here."

The comforting, low sound of her accented words was enough to dull the panic in the baby’s eyes, blinking at Ava. A big smile spread across her face, a sight that her mother would never get tired of.

"90 minutes on the clock, Vi," Connor said to the baby and then looked at her mum, "Let me know before you leave." With that he left the room, probably going to check on his CICU patient from a surgery earlier that morning.

Ava took a seat at the table beside Sarah, watching as Vivi just took in everything around her. She was particularly entranced by the moon and star pattern on her car seat cover, staring at it and babbling every so often. It was relieving to see her act like this, completely normal behaviour for a seven month old trying to occupy herself. Ava wouldn’t change Vivi for the world, but sometimes her normal was just so different from any other infant that it became overwhelming.

"She’ll be okay, Aves," Sarah spoke softly in her ear so the nurses didn’t hear, "You’ve done everything right."

"It’s just... absolutely terrifying."

"I know."

"We’re both so used to it here," Ava admitted, "I don’t know how being alone at home will go."

Sarah nodded, hesitating for a moment before saying, "I could stay over for a couple days, if it makes you feel any better?"

"I-" Ava was about to tell her she didn’t have to but honestly the thought was so reassuring, "Would you mind?"

"Of course not, I’m always here when you need me."

"You’re the best, Sarah," Ava smiled at her, "Thank you."

"I know," Sarah said again, a grin on her face that for some reason made Ava’s heart flutter.

***

"Here we are, honeybee," Ava reached across the car seat to release it from the base. Vivi was staring up at her with wide eyes agin, cheeks a little tear-stained and one of her cannula stickers peeling off. She didn’t like car rides, they had concluded, which would be something to work on once she was settled.

Ava handed her keys to Sarah so she could unlock the apartment door, her own hands full with the baby and her oxygen tank. She had a bigger O2 unit in her room for Vivienne, but the smaller one would be good for moving around the house or outside. It had a little cart or a bag that it could be carried around in, which definitely helped since Vivi was so tiny.

They made it into Ava’s spacious apartment without any issue, Sarah immediately going to set their bags down in the living room. Ava had some trouble kicking off her shoes while holding onto the car seat but she managed, bringing Vivi over to the coffee table to get her out of the seat.

"Not a fan of the car, huh?" Ava asked her, lifting her gently from the carrier. Her attitude completely changed the second her mother picked her up, smiling brightly again. Ava laughed and took off the heart sticker that had slid its way almost all the way down her face, deciding she would just replace it later when the baby started tugging at her cannula.

"Well, welcome home, Vivi."

Ava took her around to look at everything in the living room, stopping at the big fish tank for a moment because she immediately became entranced. She even reached out with a tiny hand to touch the tank, making her mother’s heart melt at the sight.

"Mummy’s gonna have to get you your own fishies, isn’t she, Vivvy?"

She looked at Sarah and laughed, "Don’t give her any ideas just yet."

They let Vivi watch the fish for a bit longer until she started yawning, signalling that it was close to her bed time. She had luckily adjusted to a decent sleep schedule over the past few months, finally sleeping through the night save for a few bouts of sleep apnea. They were working on trying to fix that, but for now close monitoring and her oxygen was enough to help her stay safe. Sarah said she would go make up a bottle for her if Ava wanted to get settled in her room, which she was grateful for.

The surgeon was surprised at how eager to help Sarah had been since Ava first brought up the idea of adopting Vivienne. Of course she knew the psychiatrist was always happy to help people, but she just wasn’t one to particularly want to be around children. That being said, Ava never seemed like that kind of a person either. Sometimes it just depends on the kid, and Vivi happened to be pretty exceptional in Ava’s mind.

If there was one thing about Ava it was that she was very organized in terms of her home. Even as she was an anxious wreck about the adoption, she still took every possible second to ensure Vivi’s room turned out just right. It did, she thought, and complimented the rest of her apartment quite well. The walls were white, save for the furthest wall from the window that had been painted a sage green colour. The rest of the room had purple and green accents. A nice, calming colour scheme with no particular gendered connotation; something Ava was particular about. Besides, Vivi seemed to like cool tones like green; she always focused much more closely on the hospital staff who wore green or blue scrubs.

The corner closest to the crib had a comfy rocking chair, similar to the ones in the NICU for familiarity’s sake. Vivi’s big oxygen tank was snugly in between the two pieces of furniture, already decorated with stickers to offset the harsh medical feel of it.

Ava carried her over to her change table, moving the sleeper she had already set out for her that morning. A soft grey material with space decals on it, a gift from Maggie the week before. She gently laid Vivi down on the table, speaking to her gently as she turned off her oxygen and removed the tubing from behind her ears.

"Tubes away for now, love," she kept her voice low as the baby looked already on her way to sleep, "Well get it all hooked up again before bed."

She changed her quickly and made sure her heart monitor leads were stuck down properly. She had made a little pocket in all of her outfits to account for the wires, allowing them to go out the one side near her hip so they were as comfortable as possible. Vivi was impossibly well behaved as her mother fiddled with the medical equipment and put vitamin E on her older surgery scars. To her this was normal, comforting even, because Ava was so gentle and this routine so familiar.

"Hey," Sarah’s voice made Ava startle a little and the other woman was quick to apologize. She came over to set the warm bottle of formula down out of Vivienne’s reach, the gentle hand that found the small of Ava’s back made her stomach flip in an unexpected way.

"All done, bee," she said as she shook off the feeling, picking up the baby and grabbing the bottle. She made her way over to the chair, sitting down and maneuvering Vivi into a much more comfortable position.

"Want help?" Sarah asked, noticing how Ava was struggling a bit to hook up her monitor leads one handed. The blonde nodded after a moment, letting Sarah turn on the bigger monitor by the crib and handing her the wires. Sarah hooked them up to the machine with easy, ensuring there was enough slack to avoid tugging. Ava didn’t notice herself holding her breath when the other woman leaned over her to check Vivi’s cannula placement too. She still smiled at her friend when she pulled back, despite the vague disappointment that she did.

She was tore from that mindset though when a tiny hand grabbed at her wrist, a firm, “Bub!” punctuating her annoyance.

Once everything was settled, Ava finally listened to the rather disgruntled baby in her arms and let her have the bottle. That immediately pleased her, Vivi falling silent as she ate, her little hand curling around Ava’s to feel more secure.

Sarah laughed a little at that, watching fondly as the baby’s eyes closed heavily, “Her appetite has certainly improved.”

“It has,” Ava smiled down at her daughter, “She’s getting big, almost at a good weight for transplant.”

“Where is she on the list?”

“Second,” a sigh that made Sarah’s heart ache for Ava, this was so hard on her. As a heart surgeon she knew how critical Vivi’s condition was and, while it helped in being an excellent mother, it also led to her overthinking everything related to her health.

“she’ll get there, Aves.”

Ava shrugged, her thumb brushing over Vivi’s sleep-flushed cheek, “I hope so.”

***

Sarah had fallen asleep on the couch around midnight, thankful that Ava was one more expensive furniture because it was the most comfortable couch to sleep on. She woke up at 5 am to go to the bathroom, but when passing Vivi’s room she saw that Ava was still in her chair.

The other woman was slumped uncomfortably in the rocking chair, her arms resting on the railing of the crib. She had clearly fallen asleep while keeping close watch over her baby and it made Sarah sad. Ava loved this baby so much, more than anything as far as she could tell, and it was making her forget she needed to take care of herself.

“Ava,” Sarah walked into the room, leaning down to shake her shoulder. The surgeon startled awake, looking at Sarah and then immediately turning to the crib. When she realized Vivi was okay she sighed heavily, looking back to the brunette with tired eyes.

“Ava, you need to sleep.”

“I’m fine,” she shook her head, “Want to be here with her.”

The constant beeping on the heart monitor and low hum of the O2 tank was so familiar. It reminded Ava of surgeries but also of sleepless nights in the NICU. Her home and work life had merged so much over the past 7 months and she wasn’t quite sure how to cope with it.

Sarah didn’t take no for an answer though, instead she crouched in front of Ava and took her hands gently, “You’re going to make yourself sick. I know you want to be here for her but you can’t do your best if you’re sleep deprived.”

“But-“

“Go to bed, Aves,” Sarah said firmly, “I’ll sit with her until you wake up.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I don’t have to be to work until 10, I have a patient check at the prison later anyway.”

Ava looked like she really wanted to go to bed but she still hesitated, staring down at her daughter. Vivi was fast asleep, her mass of light curls fluffed out against the mattress. She had a tiny fist squished under her chin and she looked so peaceful, so much bigger than she did in that hospital incubator months before.

“Am I doing enough, Sarah?” Ava asked suddenly, “Can I give her the life she deserves?”

That made Sarah grab her wrist, pulling her up and into a hug. Ava resisted at first, she wasn’t a hugger, but eventually relaxed into her comforting embrace. She let Sarah hold her for a minute, realizing just how badly she needed this. She needed someone, someone she could trust and lean on when things got overwhelming. She needed love and reassurance, the kind that didn’t need explanation or excuse. She needed Sarah; she just wasn’t quite sure how to tell her that yet.

“You’re going to give her the best life,” Sarah promised her, “Vivi is so lucky to have a mother like you.”

[thecursedhellblazer]

At the Edge of Nowhere

(( So, guess who went ahead and scratched that crazy itch I got yesterday? Yep, Scotty did. It turned in a small fic instead of a drabble, since apparently I had more to play out than I initially thought, but...here it is. I took the chance to experiment a bit with the writing style too, while I was at it, ‘cause...why not? ))

(( I’m not really sure of where the idea came from, I just really wanted them to have interact, somehow, without inventing something too complicated. And this was the result. Also, it doesn’t mean that I won’t try to shove Five into John’s universe or vice versa at some point, but for now I’m good with this xD ))

(( Sharing just in case anyone is in the mood for some random oddity! ))

(( I even posted in on Ao3 if anyone wants to have a look at it there! ^^” ))

They sit side by side, watching the eternal sunset of Eternity stretching before them, swinging their feet past the edge of the Abyss, unfazed by the danger of its depths. The darkness seems to be threatening to suck them down, condemning them to an endless fall, and yet they pay it no mind, each of them far too interested in sipping and enjoying his drink.

The silence floods past them, over them, through them, carrying the whispers of their lives. However, for this ephemeral moment, they are given the almost unique chance to ignore them. It’s a rare gift, one that deserved to be savoured, like a fine well-aged vintage. Like the ambrosia that the ancient gods, legit and false, so much have lauded.

And so they sit, the Boy and the Fool, side by side, on the edge of the Abyss.

The atmosphere is almost companionable, as much as it can be when shared by two strangers who carry with them too much baggage. A past and a present that are too dark, too painful. There’s as much kinship and understanding between them as there’s mistrust.

They let the quietness linger for a while, listening only to the taste of the alcohol that coats their tongues, knowing that the stasis won’t last. Neither of them is good at keeping his mouth shut when something is making their skin itch.

“Th’ ‘ell ‘s a lad like yeh doin’ in such a place?” The Fool finally asks, turning his eyes away from the magnetic horizon and landing them on his unlikely companion.

The Boy scoffs. Why is it always the same old story with everyone he meets? “I’d watch my fucking tongue if I were you, young man,” he shoots back, with a withering look. “I’m far older than I look. And I’m older than you for sure.”

A half laugh rises with a small cloud of smoke, but it dies in the matter of seconds as the seriousness of those declarations settles in.

“Blimey. Yeh ain’t pullin’ me leg, are yeh? ‘Ow old are yeh s’posed to be den, mate?”

“Do I look like I’m kidding? Trust me, mate, I’m not. I’m fifty-eight. And I’m stuck in the body of a thirteen-years-old. There’s nothing funny about it.”

“Bloody ‘Ell. Fifty-eight n’ still a lad? Tha’s...insane. I dun envy yeh. Nay.”

The Fool shakes his head, but, despite the lingering astonishment, there is a glint of amusement in his eyes. “Tell us, tho. Woh’s yeh secret? I gots me diabolical trick to slow down agin’ n’ all, but it obviously ain’t workin’ as well as yehs.”

“I got stuck in the future for forty-five years and, when I finally figured out the equation to go back to my time, I missed a typo and...this is the result.”

“Soddin’ math. ‘S one o’ th’ bloody reasons why I ne’er managed to get alchemy rite. T’in’s keep blowin’ up in me face.”

“Sodding math indeed. Cheers.”

“Cheers.”

They clink their glasses together and go back staring at the frozen skyline. Two sets of blue eyes. Different shades of the iris, similar heaviness burdening them.

The Boy steers his drink with his straw, lips pursing pensively. “Speaking of things that suck, what is this place exactly? Am I dreaming? Or did I accidentally take some of my brother’s drugs and this is like the most boring trip in history?”

The Fool scoffs. “Gonna pretend tha’ yeh didn’t jus’ insult me too, together wit’ dis soddin’ place.”

His gaze wanders for a split moment, touching their motionless surroundings. “Ah, I dunno, mate. Could be yeh dream, aye. Could be mine. Or maybe we bot’ stepped inside another real wit’out noticin’ n’ ‘ere we are. Wouldn’t be th’ first time for me. Won’t be th’ last either.”

“I’ve never been in another world. I’ve travelled through time, maybe a bit too much, and I’ve rushed through the fabric of space but this…” The Boy waves his free hand. “This is new. It’s easier to think of it as a dream, so I’d go with that, if you don’t mind. The last thing I need is another headache.”

“Wohe’er works wit’ yeh, mate. I get it. At times, ‘s be’er pretendin’ life ain’t real. ‘S good for yeh mental sanity. Even if yeh got none left.”

The Fool takes yet another drag from his cigarette. Curiously enough, it doesn’t seem to be shortening, even if the ash falls down on his trench coat.

“One t’in’ I can tell yeh ‘bout dis place, tho. It ain’t somewhere e’eryone can visit. Yeh gotta carry some serious shite wit’ yeh to ‘ave stumbled in ‘ere. Do yeh?”

The Boy shrugs. “Maybe? I kept pushing and pushing, even after my father had told me not to and I ended up after the End of the world. I heard the bastard’s voice echoing in my head for the past forty-five years.” He makes his voice thicker for a moment. “I told you so, boy. I told you so. Asshole.”

A long sip from his drink, as if he is trying to wash away that intrusive voice from his ears, before he continues.

“I worked for this organisation that monitors the timeline for a while as a trained assassin. They made me into the perfect killer, a tool for their plans. I had my goals, though, since the start. I took their deal just so that I could go back to try to stop the Apocalypse and save my family. We ended up breakin the world anyway, so I dragged them all back in time to try again. Of course, all that shit followed us. Because it’s never that easy, is it?”

The Fool nods and the Boy can tell that his companion knows that sort of feeling far too well. It’s nice to be fully understood, for once. Even if the understanding comes from a nameless stranger he’ll probably never see again. Assuming that their meeting is truly happening in the first place.

“So...We saved the world this time but broke the timeline. And now my childhood home is gone and me and my siblings are stuck in a timeline that holds no place for us anymore. I’m still trying to figure out how that’s supposed to work. Oh, and that bastard of my adoptive father is hunting us down using the kids he adopted in our place. It’s a real mess.”

There’s bitterness colouring his voice, the embers of a fight that’s too stubborn to die just yet, but the exhaustion is stronger.

“Though, between you and me...All I really want is a decent nap and a dozen more drinks. Maybe get a dog too. Not necessarily in that order.”

The straw produces a light slurping sound as he takes the next sip. “What’s your story? You must have one too, since you’re here...wherever here is.”

The Fool tips his head, in a sign of acknowledgement. No comments follow the tale, and there’s no real need for them there, out of time and space.

“Grew up in me own particular version o’ ‘Ell. Me oul man was th’ fuckin’ opposite o’ ‘father o’ th’ year’...So, I ran in my teen years, still thinkin’ I coulda owned th’ world. Stuck me nose in e’ery bloody t’in’ tha’ was magic n’ occult. One nite I got too cocky and damned an innocent girl to Hell. Earned a bloody place wit’ me name down there too in the process.”

The voice that spells out the words is casual, but there’s something haunted in his expression, darkening his eyes.

“Spent all me life tryin' to make up for tha’ bloody mistake. Ended up messin up meself and most o’ me mates n’ th’ people who ‘ad th’ ‘orrible o’ puttin’ their faith in me as a result. Girl’s still in ‘Ell, th’ bloody Devil ‘imself gots an eternal grudge against me, I gots demon blood in me veins n’ me soz arse ‘s still damned. I might not be a professional like yeh, but I bet I gots jus’ as much blood on me ‘ands. N’ even more souls on me conscience.”

The ice clinks against the transparent walls as the glass is lifted. More sourness to wipe away the one that the words have left on his tongue.

“Nowadays, ‘s mostly me, meself n’ I. Me best mate, too, from time to time. No clue o’ ‘ow he survived bein’ by me side for so long. ‘M still tryin’ to make t’in’s rite, but...for th’ most I jus’ try to be there to do th’ bloody dirty job no self-appointed ‘ero gots th’ time to do. I might be lost, past th’ point o’ no return, but there are lots o’ people out there who aren’t yet. Th’ fuckin’ least I can do ‘s tryin’ to ‘elp ‘em, aye? Make dis soz existence o’ mine wort’ more than misery n’ destruction.”

A drag from his cigarette and there’s a small hand landing on his shoulder, in a brief pat, before he has finished sucking the smoke in. The light pressure says more than a thousand words could.

“Between you and me, tho...I could use a dozen drinks too. Maybe more. N’ a bloody vacation. To sod off somewhere, even for jus’ a day. Maybe take me best mate n’ dis other lad I know. Oh, he could use a break too, th’ poor sod.”

The Boy makes a sound of agreement and he is back stirring his drink. “What a pair we make, you and I. And I don’t even know you.”

“I ‘ear tha’ loud n’ clear, mate. Bloody loud n’ bloody clear. Woh’s tha’ yeh drinkin’ anyway?”

“What? You ne’er seen a margarita? Where the hell are you from? England or Mars? Come on, try it.”

“Oi, I know woh a fuckin’ margarita is, oul man. Yehs jus’ a bit...flashier than woh ‘m used to.”

“Special recipe. I perfected it myself.”

“Now, tha’s more like it. I like a bloke who can make ‘is own drinks. There. Yeh like g n’ t?”

The glasses pass from one hand to another and then they both turn to look back at the unchanged horizon, holding each other’s drink.

A moment to sniff the liquors, in unison, and then the Boy dips his lips in the clear spirit while the Fool wraps his mouth around the straw. The tastes mix in the silence and it’s a symphony of citrus and sourness, with just the right amount of sweetness coming at the end.

“So, what happens now?” The Boy asks, after a moment.

The Fool shrugs. “Ah, I guess we wait till all dis fades. Or till we do. ‘S always ‘ard to tell when it comes to dis sort o’ shite.”

A huffs, with the faintest hint of irritation. “For someone who’s supposed to know a lot about this stuff, you give the worst cryptic answers. I can’t tell if you’re that ignorant or if you’re just fucking with me.”

A nudge in a smaller, slender side and a sharp smirk. “Who knows, mate. Yeh guess ‘s as good as mine. Keep th’ drink. I gots more back where I come from. Consider it a safe trip back home present. I’ll keep yehs as a reminder.”

“A present from a guy I never truly met? And a reminder of something we didn’t even speak about?”

“Nay. Jus’ th’ memory o’ some peace n’ quiet in decent company.”

“Fair enough. I can drink to that.”

[finding-the-daylight]

So, now that my finals are officially over, I am going to proceed to have a drink or two or three and rewatch Eclipse. Here’s (soberly) what I remembered from the film prior to starting this account (since starting this account, posts re:Eclipse have reminded me of things I’m not going to include in this introduction): 

1. Bella is basically playing tic-tac-toe with Edward and Jacob and her feelings for them. She can’t make up her mind. When I watched it the first time, my dad was in the living room half paying attention to it and said she was very selfish. 

2. Edward tries to control Bella, but it’s “out of genuine concern for her”.

3. Jacob tries to control Bella, but it’s “out of genuine concern for her”.

4. Both fight for her affection and even though she’s engaged to Edward, she won’t let go of Jacob.

5. When the newborn army shows up, Bella cuts her arm with a rock.

6. There’s awkward tension in the tent.

That’s literally all I remember of the movie while sober (aside from what I have relearned from posts about Eclipse on this blog). My drunken thoughts will be below the break:

Okay, so this dude I think his name is Riley is lowkey kinda dumb, no offense. Like he just stood there and screamed “WHAT DO YOU WANT?!?” This is how all horror movies end badly. You don’t talk back. You run or hide or esape.

THE MEADOW IS SO FUCKING PRETTY. IT’S THE PUREST THING WE HAVE IN THIS FANDOM OMG HE’S PLAYING WITH EHR HAIR AND I JUST WANT SOMEOEN TO PLAY WITH MY HAIR. DAMN BELLA, MY FINALS ARE OVER. SUCKS TO SUCK, DOESN’T IT?

I never noticed the CUllen cuff before, but now thanks to this blog it’s all I’m looking @ lmao. 

I FCKING LOVE CHARLIE TOO MUCH AND HE DESERVED BETTER THIS WHOLE TIME. HE IS SUCH A GOOD FATHER AND HE DESERVES THE BEST.

THERE’S A GLOWING RED LIGHT OUTSIDE MY WINDOW WTF I THINK IT’S THE REFLECTION OF A CAR LIGHT BUT I FUCKING SWEAR

NVM ITS GONE

WHAT THE FUCK EDWARD?? YOU MESSED WITH BELLA’S TRUCK SO SHE COULDN’T SEE HER FRIEND? FUCK. I WOULD’VE DUMPED YOU AND LEFT YOU IN THE WOODS BRO.

Edward sitting with Bella’s friends. We can’t help but stan. He’s still a bitch for the truck thing though. 

I love how Alice looks @ Edward and tells him the party will be fun because she knows nothing bad will happen. But then he reads her mind and looks conerned wtf is ognna happen?

Side note: I really like the lighting in this movie. Everyone has a healthly glow. They lokk happy.

The fucking Volturi always gotta ruin everything. Bitch ass hoes. Ol’ crusty asses acting like some outdated monarchy. Why don’t the vamprires start a democratic government?

Charlie really deserved better. Like I know they couldn’t tell him teh truth but they could’ve been slightly less untruthful prbabl.

I WANNA FIND SOMEONE WHERE MY MOM SAYS WE’RE LIKE MAGNETS WITH EACH OTHER. I WANT SOMEONE TO LOOK @ ME LIKE I’M THE CENTER OF THE UNIVERSE. DAMNIT EDWARD. DAMNIT STEPHENDW. 

Y’ALL ARE TELLING ME THE ENTIRE CULELN CLAM COMBINED COULDN’T TKAE OUT VICTORIA? THIS SHIT IS GETTING UNREALISTIC LMAO.

THE MUSIC THAT STARTS PLAYING WHEN JAKE TURNS AROUND IN THE PARKING LOT SENT ME LMAOOOOO. 

Leah is such a badass and I wnat to be best friends with ehr plase. 

ALSO FCK THIE IMPRINTING STORYLINE. 

SAM AND LEAH WERE HAPPY TOGETHER.

NO BELLA YOU DON’T FUCKING WANNA KNOW WHAT IMPRINTING IS. NONE OF US WANTD WTO KNWO. IT NEVER SHOULDVE BEEN WRITTEN.

Taylor and Kristen are such babies in this movie. They’re so young and precious. WHIH REMINDS ME WHY TF DID SPTHEJNFNWFNA MAKE THIS SEIRESO ABOUT CHIDLREN??!?! I STILL SAY IF THE CHARACTERS HAS BEWNNF MORE MATUEE AND IN LIKE THEIR MID OR LATE TWNETIEMS OR THIRTIS IT WOULD HAVE BEEN BETTER. FIUCKUNG FIGHT ME.

INITING BELLA TO HEAR THE TRIBE’S HISTORIES? THE CULTURAL APPROPRIATION FUCK STEPHEN0AWFJQ. BITCHJ.

SETH IS SO PRECIOUS. AGAIN. THEY’RE ALL SUCH BABIES. THESE POOR CHILDREN.

this hwoel shite is sof ukcing offensie. bitch. listen. why tf did stpehwb fafb have to appropriate cultues like this? BITCH>> you do realize if the legnds are actually like this they’rel ike that because it’s aout defeating yo white as sright? like your’e aware stpehebe ? 

omg bree is so scare d poor baby. literally why did stephenjdbawfbi do this? she just wnated to be ok not hurt anywaon.

exuce me vut CARLISLE IS HOT AS FUCK BITCH

edward is saying some real romantic shit and i sill hate him for the turck thing but like he loves her so much btu he’s stil an asshoel in this smovie

I’M ABOUT TO HATE JACOB I CAN FEEL IT IN MY BONES I’VE SEEN THE GIFS HOE WE GONNA GIGHT. BITCH SHE JUST TOLD YOU SHE DOESN’T LIKE YOU DON’T PUSH HER LIKE THIS. DUMBAS S HOE BITCH. YOU’RE GONNA FIGHT FOR HER? I’M GONNA FUCKIN FIGHT YOU BTCH. I WISH SHE WAS ALREAYD A VAMPIRE SO RTHAT PUNCH WOULDA HURT BITCH YOU DESERVED IT.

THESE FUCKWITS ARE FIGHTING OVER HER AND NOT LISTNEING TO HER THEY ARE BOTCH CANCELLED. BELLA NEEDS TO LEAVE BOTH THESE HOES AND GET A NEW MAN WHO ACTUALLY KNOWS HOW TO LISTNE. BITCHES.

I love Emmett so much. BELLA SHOULD FINA A MAN LIKE HIM. IT’S WHAT SHE DESERVES.

ROSALIE IS ABOUT TO POP TF OFF. SHE IS A QUEEN AND I LVOE AND SUPPORT HER. the saddest thing about this is that she thought her life was perfect and then some fucking asshoes ruiend it. she was so happy. wtf im gonna cry. fuck. i hate sptehej n so much. these gross ass hoes i’m gonna cik all theyre assses. this is so gross i’m so angry literaluy setthing beithc. BUT THEN SHE GETS HER REVENGE AND IT’S BEAUTIFUL. FUCK THOSE BASTARS. but she;s so sad it breaks my heart. she wants to be human so bad. this scene is so sad and it’s theonly good scene in twilight and nikki reed deserves an ocsa like if you agree.

jane and alec more childrne who should’ve been able to be children fck the volturie

why the hel is jessica the fucking valedinact ion? it should’ve been bella they made her seem so damn smart but now she’s not theo ne? i don’ beliee it. but anna kendrick is a gift and now i wanna watch ptiche perfect. CHARLIE is so pure he deserved better and i’m gona kep saying it.

i love those fucking rose colored lamps hanging at the cullens house int he window at hte party scene can anyone link them to me i need? 

why the hell is the wolfpack athe cullesn hosue? this doesnt make sense and it doesn’t seem real am i too drunk and imabginf this?

jno wait it’s real. jake’s appolgoizng.

how fucking conventinet the woflpakc is there hwen alice realizes there abotu to be attacked. this aint realistc. bitc.

why are these kids being forces to act like audls? “I wans;t asking for permission” hoe you’re like 16 go home and go tib ed and odnt go to war.

these woflies gonan kick yo ass edward get tf out

i’m laughign nrow but nothigng funy is happening lmaoooo

fck carlisle is really hot as fuck his jawline kills me

i hate jasper’s hair here i’m sorry i know we all lovehim bt heis hair is a dam nmess

belal is so fuckign negative all the time no one is gonan get killed exceptsvictoris

THE COWBOOIIIII WHY DOES HE LOOKS LIKE OWNE WILSON IN THIS DAMN LIGHTIN? ALICE AND JASPER LOVE EACH TOHER SO MUCH MY APLOGIZKE MAAM FCK IT UP.

why thfe fuck is hake comparing his situaton with leah and sam and emily? We are nto the same hoe wae are not the same. bella is choosing edward sit yo ass down. but i still thin kyall are both problemastic as fuck in thos movie and hse deserves better.

CHARLIES DESEVRS  BTETER THEY KEEP LYIGN EVEN WHEN THEY DUCKGN DONT NEED TO

reblog if you thought edward and bella wre gona fuc, when she went over to his house in eclipse when yo ufirst read the book or saw the movue

he really oes love her a lot though fkcn i’m so alone 

 he looks si sad wgen he mentind ices tea on the porch poor edward

EVERY DANM MOMENR OF FOREVER BITCG I WANT  LOVE LIK THST 

LITERALLY THIS IS THE SUTPEIDEST PLOT EVER. A WHOLE FUCKIN ARMY TOO ATTACK ONE IGRL? BITCH. THIS AINT EVEM A THING. 

im gettign ral tired yall dik if i waill mke it to the end of this movie but i will tru

i hate the enrgey from jae and efard in this tent. ya’ll are both dumb hoes and she could do better than either ofy ou. 

WRHAT THE FUCK FASTER IF YOUR TOOK YORU CLOTHS OFF BITCH WHAT THE FUCK NOW I AM GONNA FUCKIN PUNCH YOU IB HOEP BELLA OUBCHES YOU WHEN SHES A VMAPRIE STUPID HOE 16 YEAR OLD SHOULD BE AT HOME IN BED INSTEAD OF IN A TENT TRYING TO FIGH A FCUKCN WAR

edward is such an emo boi in the tent and he thinsk she doesn;t lve him any more. yo ua stipiud hoe edearf but she still loves you anwyab ithc.

wheb edward said i’m not gonna force her into naythign ever agin i realized he was hte better man good for you eddie you fickun manned up you win

MY REASON FOR ESXITNST HOE I JST WNAT TO BE LOVED

now edwards bene a fuckboi again trying to hurt jake b ymaking sure he knew they were getting maried edward what the fuck iw was just starting to be on your side agian and you let me down like this

jacob is beign an emo boi now jake go be a child @ home and stop this nonsense you’re not a man go be a chid and take a nap and eat some grilled cheese youkk feel better

now she told him she wants to kiss him wtf bella don’t kead this bitch on he’s already in pain let hom gp home and eat a grilled cheese

mow bella’ supsetti spaghetti because edwards know she kissed jake

this shit is so unenecasialr dramtic wht the fuck yall  like a whole army ofver one girl and then its like all everyboyd trying kill everybody this is bulshittheyre all children who should eb at home eating grileld chesses not at war

victoria is a real bitch lying to this boy telling hin she lvoes him hoe bitch

og shit efward ifs pissed now he’s tauntign ab ithc

i acutaly kinda fel bad for riley he wnet through so mcuh and was manipulated i wish the cullens could have adopted him and bree

oshit is the volutire 

SAM DONT FUCKUGN TALK TO LEAH LIKE THAT EVER AGIAN YOU HOE

CARLISE AND I REPEAT AGAIB IS HOT AS FUCK FUCK CARLISRL

I LITERALLY AHTE THE VOLTURIE FOR KILLIGN VREE THEY WILL NEVER BE FORGIVEN

JASPER KNOWS WHATS GOOD HE DOESN’T TURST THESE HOES

I’M SO PISEED THAT THE CULLENS NEVER FUCKING IFHT THE VOLTURIE LIKE CARLISLES IS SMART AS FUCK AND EHS TILL WONT START A DEMOCRAY LIKE YALL KNOW ROSLAIE WOULDVE FOGUHT FOR THAT SHIT TOO

 I LVOE YOUDADY CARLISLE

THIS 16 YEAR OLD LYING UP HERE BECAUSE OF TE DUMBASS WAR I TOLD YALL TO GO GOEN AND EA A GRILELD CHEDWE

poor jakie he knows hed better good for her but she reallys loves eward jake deserved better than what he got reblog is youf agree he jst said he’s even love her after she’s a vamprie bruh go eat a grilled chease and love yourself

WERE BACK IN THE FUCKING MEADOW ITS LIT AND ITS LOVELY I WANNA FALL IN LOVE IN A MEADOW WITH A HANDAOME MYSTERIOUS MAN WHO LOVES ME UNCODNITONATLY

KIRSTNE STEQARD IS THE WBEST AND SHE DESERVED AN OSCAR FOR THIS MOVIE HER AND NIKKI REED AND NODBOYD ELSE

fianlly this bitch is gonna beh onest with chalrie took you long enough

that was an anticlamtnc ending but i love love

[ask-will-and-nico]

Will laughed, squeezing Nico’s hand. “Why?” he asked. “Because!” Nico said, waving his free hand around. “You’re just so... good. And loving. And I don’t think I’ve ever felt this loved before and it’s a lot. So I’m probably going to explode at some point.” Will grinned at that, leaning over Carter to peck Nico on the lips, then kiss Carter’s forehead before laying back down. “Well good, because I would be a terrible fiancé if I didn’t make you feel loved,” he said.

-

“We can’t have that happen,” Will says. “I’d miss you too much.” He kisses Nico’s forehead. “Baba!” Carter squeals as if in agreement. Nico smiles, kissing both of them. They made him so happy, and Nico wants to bottle this feeling for all of the bad days. “Maybe we can go for a walk later? Or I think Piper got a new game for Christmas we could try out.” Nico nods. “A walk sounds nice.” Carter grins, holding up his whale before chewing on its tail again.

-

“Do you need a plushie, too?” Will asks. “He does have his octopus and crab, too.” Nico shrugs. Maybe. He does feel like he needs to release this happiness somehow. He leans over and kisses Will softly. Will kisses back, and he doesn’t want to stop but Carter’s right there. He’s not going to scar his son by making out right in front of him. “I can’t believe we’re gonna have to postpone our celebration for my back surgery. I feel so old,” Nico says. Will laughs. “But it’ll be so much better, baby.”

-/-/-

“I’ll be able to fuck you properly,” Nico said. He’d covered Carter’s ears, which made Carter laugh. Will’s eyes went a little dark for a moment before he grinned at Nico. “I can’t wait. Carter’s going to miss us though,” he added. Nico smiled and looked down at his son. Carter was kicking his feet around, and he looked like he was just having a great time with his whale in his mouth. They were certainly going to have to wash it agin. Maybe Nico could swap it out during playtime and he could have it washed before Carter goes to bed tonight. “I think Carter and I would be pretty lost if you exploded though,” Will added.

[wildroseofarran]

This Too Shall Pass || Waylon & Callum

Waylon: "Have I mentioned, your house is fucking gorgeous," Waylon said softly as he set his bags down next to the bed in the guest bedroom of Callum's home. It was oddly comforting, seeing the familiar bed, but at the same time it caused the twinge of anxiety at the base of his spine to twist just a little bit further. He sighed as he took a seat on the edge of the bed and looked back at Callum with a small smile. "Been a while since I was here last.... thanks for letting me stay again. I really appreciate it."

Callum: "Thank you," Callum said proudly, looking around at the room he'd lovingly restored and decorated. One of many. "I put my blood, sweat, and tears into makin' it what it is. I'm glad it can offer you some comfort in these less than ideal times."

Waylon: "Yeah...." Waylon rubbed slowly at his arm and looked off to his side. He hadn't spoken with Callum much recently, especially not about his fears regarding these particular times, but they had plenty of time to do so now. "It's... gonna be weird. I don't know how I'm going to sleep tonight without Rosmond there, at least to start..." he sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck.

"Do you and Guildias always sleep in the same place? You have separate houses, right?"

Callum: Callum sighed and took a seat beside Waylon. He couldn't imagine what Waylon was feeling right now. While he himself was married to a vampire, Guildias had already been one when Callum had met him. They hadn't had to go through the transition that Waylon and Rosmond were currently going through. They had to make completely different adjustments.

He nodded. "No' always in the same place but almost always together. Sometimes we sleep here, sometimes at his house. It's no' the most common arrangement but it works for us."

Waylon: Waylon brought his knees to his chest and perched his heels on the edge as his arms wrapped around his legs to hold them there. His chin rested on his knees and he stared at a spot on the opposite wall.

"Have you had to spend more than a few days away from Guildias? Since you started sharing the same bed?"

Callum: "Only when I've gone to visit family in Scotland." One of these days he wanted to take his husband up there with him. He wanted Guildias and his father to meet.

"The days apart will seem eternal but I promise they'll go by quickly."

Waylon: "What if they don't? And they go on for an eternity?" Waylon asked, his voice soft. "If you plan a trip, at least you have an end date...." He knew he was being dramatic, but his heart only seemed to grow heavier. "I know it'll be fine, it's just... it's just hard. Could I work more in the shop? I have a lot more down time..."

Callum: "I know, mate." Callum wrapped an arm around Waylon's shoulders and gave him a squeeze. "I can give you some extra work if you think it'll help, but it really won't go on forever. It might no' be a trip and there might no' be an end date, but it will end. This too shall pass."

Waylon: Waylon rested his head on Callum's shoulder and leaned into his friend as he squeezed. "I think some extra work will... help distract me." He nodded in understanding, and tried to let Callum's words ease some of the weight hanging over his heart. "You're right... It's just... heavy... and suddenly stupidly lonely, even though I'm not alone..." he sighed again, but seemed a little less tense. "Can I ask you something else?" Waylon asked and glanced at Callum. "I can't really talk to Rosmond about it... he got mad at me the last time and I guess... I guess I'm hoping you can help me get some insight?"

Callum: Business was going to slow a bit between the end of the holidays the beginning of February, but Callum was sure he could find something extra for Waylon to do. It might be the perfect time to start some projects he'd been putting off for lack of time.

"I will if I can. What's on yer mind?"

Waylon: Waylon chewed at his lower lip, uncertain with how to ease into the topic on his mind. He was pretty certain there wasn't a good way to do so.

"I... made the suggestion that I wanted to become immortal with him, in my own way," he started and fidgeted with the sleeve of his sweater. "I gave no plans, no real ideas, and the few I've seen are less than ideal so please don't like- worry about it-" he added quickly as his cheeks warmed, "I just don't... know anyone who is immortal outside of his aunt, and I have a feeling if I asked her it wouldn't end well... I don't think she likes me." He shrugged. "I guess... I guess I just hoped maybe you might know since your husband is immortal. Rosmond doesn't talk much, and he doesn't elaborate when I press sometimes...and I don't want to force him."

Callum: Callum blew out a long breath. That was a very heavy thing Waylon was asking. It didn't surprise him that Rosmond hadn't wanted to broach the topic.

"Immortality is a rare thing, Waylon. It might no' seem like it because we're surrounded by vampires in this town but out in nature, so to speak, there aren't many who can achieve it.

"That bein' said, the only person I know who is immortal who isn't a vampire or a demon is a friend o' my family's. She's a Druid as well, and if immortality is rare, an immortal Druid is even more so."

Waylon: Waylon was quiet for a while and he stared down at his hands. What Callum said made sense, the methods he'd seen so far typically involved taking time from others, and that wasn't true immortality. That was a temporary lengthening tool, and a cruel one.

"No wonder he talked to me like I was a child..." Waylon laughed softly, but it was hollow and pained as tears burned at his eyes. He'd been thinking along a completely different train of thought than Rosmond when Waylon had brought it up, and now Rosmond's response made so much more sense. What Waylon had pictured and what Rosmond meant were two different things, and Waylon had managed to insult their relationship in the process. He was incredibly foolish, and it hurt his heart to have made that mistake.

Becoming a vampire was essentially his only option... and Waylon already knew Rosmond would never allow it. Would he stay if Waylon decided to find a means to do it anyway?

"I know it wouldn't matter what I want after I'm dead, with me being mortal, but I don't want him to go back to the... withdrawn person I first met. He deserves so much more, and I just want to be there for him. There's just... so much to him, and I love watching him step out and enjoy himself and... is it wrong for me to want to know more? To try and actually understand what it would mean to try and become immortal with him? Is it wrong of me to want to at least try to understand?" He cast a teary-eyed look at Callum.

Callum: Callum pulled Waylon in for another hug, longer this time. This was such a heavy thing to be weighing on a mind. Forever was a difficult concept to grasp.

“No, it isn’t wrong of you. I understand wantin’ more time, wantin’ to hold on as long as possible. Forever is an awfully long time, mate. I don’t think we can ever truly grasp that until we’re starin’ it in the face. Hell, even death is difficult to grasp.”

He sighed again. This would have to be a conversation Waylon and Rosmond needed to have, but he felt compelled to offer something in the way of hope.

“However difficult immortality may be, it’s a lot easier to find a way to extend your life beyond its natural length. To slow yer agin’ process. It won’t give you forever, but it’ll give you longer.”

Waylon: Waylon wrapped his arms around Callum and returned the hug with a squeeze. He had to apologize to Rosmond when next he saw him, but that thought would wait for another day. In his heart he wanted to say he still meant his words, and in a sense he did, but the meaning behind them was altered. It would wait.

"Thanks..." He laughed softly, and he felt a little bit of the tension ease from his chest. "I'm going to have to look more in depth into that," he sighed and squeezed again before gently pulling back. "I've seen some methods to do so... But it's stuff I don't understand, or could never do alone, and most of it's... pretty cruel. I know I have time, so I'm just going to keep looking."

Callum: He gave Waylon a small smile. "I think I know one or two people who might be able to help. And I don't think I have to tell you to give those pretty cruel methods a verra wide berth. The price they demand is verra steep." And speaking of prices. "Stay away from crossroads, too."

Waylon: "I'd really appreciate it Callum, thank you," and he nodded. "Oh don't worry that won't happen. I can't imagine a demon would have a recipe for what I need anyway."

Callum: "They would, that's the problem. But don't you worry, we'll find a way to help you."

Waylon: "Well... Thanks," Waylon hugged Callum tightly at that. "It means... A lot to me. I have a lot to say to Rosmond when I see him next. This helped a lot." He released his friend and laid back on the bed with a sigh. "Gods, this has been way more exhausting than I expected... I knew it'd be hard but.... Sleeping I think will be my main problem. Do you have any tea or something I could drink to help me sleep?"

Callum: Callum would be there to support Waylon when the time came. Beyond being his employee, Waylon was his friend, and Callum would do whatever was necessary to help him.

"Aye. I could put a wee bit o' belladonna in some tea or I could give you some o' my cousin's sleeping tonic. Choice is yers."

Waylon: "Hmmm.... Which do you recommend?"

Callum: “The belladonna is verra effective but if you really want good sleep, and a lot of it, I recommend the tonic. It will knock you out fast and it will knock you out for at least ten hours.”

Waylon: "Hmmm.... Let's save the tonic for when I really struggle to sleep. I'll try the Belladonna for tonight," he smiled appreciatively at Callum. "Thanks again- for everything. Letting me stay here, helping me... I'm really grateful to have you as a friend."

Callum: Callum smiled and patted Waylon on the back. "No thanks are required, mate. I know you would do the same for me. Now come on. Let's put the kettle on."

[docholligay]

Smoke and Ashes

This is a fic I wrote mostly for me for once but also for @rosepetalrevolution and anyone else who is interested in These Western Fucks, namely Yael, McCree, and Ashe. You can find it in the timeline: here. 3,300 words I would love to know if you enjoy it!! 

“Please don’t!” Tears ran down his face. “For Christ’s sake, please!”

“Wrong audience, motherfucker.” Yael cocked her gun, and fired, an impressive spray of blood spackling across McCree’s boots.

He looked down at them and frowned. “I just polished these, Yael.” He picked some of the brass off the ground. “That was quick.”

“Easy when it’s a bunch a little boys pissin their pants.” She knelt down and rifled through the dead man’s pockets, “Jacinta! You done over there? Quit bein’ so fuckin’ dramatic.”

The echoing fire of a gun was the reply, and Jacinta walked around the end of the truck. “I would think you’d appreciate lingering on this a little bit.”

“It’s not about enjoying the job, it’s a practical matter,” Yael took the cigarettes out of the dead man’s jacket, tapping one out of the pack and lighting it, taking a long drag as she leaned her elbows back onto the dead man’s chest, “Though I don’t hate it. Goddamn, even their cigarettes are terrible, Jesus fucking wept.”

She sat up and put the cigarette out in his cheek.

“Nice cache a weapons, though.” McCree set an AK to the side of the truck.

“Welp,” Yael slapped her knee, “Alls well that ends well, then.” She gave a chuckle and slapped McCree on the shoulder. “We’ll eat good tonight, tell you what. Already have a buyer.”

“Didn’t you,” McCree pushed the brim of his hat back a touch, “Specifically tell me, more n once, not to sell anything you ain’t got in hand?”

“Yael thinks the rules don’t apply to her.” Jacinta put a crate of ammo into the back of the truck, “Thinks she is special.”

“You’d know.” Yael grinned.

Jacinta tried to scowl, but smiled anyhow, as she checked a rifle for a round. “You are not cute.”

“Yael you ever think that the people we sell these to, are gonna go back and sell em to these poor fucks again?” McCree had said it quite without meaning to.

Yael’s internal compass was its own creature, and McCree could never quite puzzle it out. She was happy enough to take the boxes of illegal arms from these people, but the suppliers they sold to probably didn’t exactly ask for an essay on intercultural exchange before they sold them. It’d just fall back, that they’d be back where they started.

“Not those poor fucks,” she tipped her head to the one on the ground, his head split open, flies buzzing around his brains, “cleared that right up.”

And that would be the end of the debate, McCree knew, in the way he knew he’d never stop thinking it. There were certain things, rhythms, in the gang, that flowed through everything they did like a bends of a river, and McCree knew how to point his canoe by now.

McCree had come to them three years ago, but it might as well have been a lifetime. Cody Stenslund was an old man with a scraggy group of hungry young kids, and a smaller band of old men like him. It was the assumption they’d picked up these kids to pass the torch to someone, and it had proved successful, and he hadn’t wanted McCree. No one seemed to, back then.

But Yael was clever, and she was a connoisseur of people who survived when they weren’t meant to, and she’d stood for him. He’d been with them ever since, through his own training and scrapes and Cody’s retirement, and he couldn’t see leaving. Yael was Yael about near everything, but McCree never worried about where he was going to go, what he was going to eat, and the drifting tumbleweed decided this was a fine fence to be caught upon.

Besides that, he’d reflected at Jacinta and Yael’s wedding, it was a kind of a family, and McCree needed all of that he could get.

Carey loaded on an unopened crate to the back of the truck, and flipped up the tailgate, leaning against the back of it and giving McCree a grin, the soft green of his eyes flickering with excitement.  

“Yael said beers are on her tonight.” He tapped out two cigarettes, and offered McCree one, which he gratefully accepted.

“Better be,” he lit the smoke and took a deep drag, “much as she’s had us all runnin around Hell out here.”

Carey chuckled softly. He was a few years older than McCree, like most of the gang, tall and thin, his dark brown hair clipped neatly. He had no idea about McCree. McCree barely had any idea about McCree, even when he thought about walking over to Carey’s bunk in the night and kissing him as the moonlight streamed through the window.

There was nothing for McCree to be ashamed of, and he knew that, but somehow he still couldn’t bring himself to say the words. Yael had done it. No one questioned her or so much as said boo about it.

But the rules didn’t apply to Yael, you know.

“Well boys,” Yael circled around and tossed the keys to Carey, who caught them handily, “let’s get to gettin.”

_____

Ashe stood outside the bar, adjusting the collar of her shirt and trying to get the right angle of the hat on her head. She’d known the Deadlock Gang was going to be here, it was an open secret that they protected this bar and the bar did the same to them, a scrappy outpost at the edge of the world that no one seemed to much care about and that seemed fine to everyone inside.

She walked in the door, the dark and agining place exactly as she’d imagined it, and found the gang immediately. The leader was just as she’d read, when she decided this was the career path she wanted to take, when she got sick of everything her parents expected for her, tired of being a show pony and ready to take it on her own. She was a scary story to tell in the dark as much as she was a person, and Ashe wanted that for herself.

She strode confidently to where she sat, and a lean, green-eyed man to Yael’s right put his hand on a gun.

But Yael just watched, leaned forward onto her elbows, as Ashe approached.

“Yael Rabin?” She cleared her throat, puffing her chest out.  “Been looking for you. “I’m here to join the Deadlock Gang.”

No one said anything for a moment, and Ashe wondered if the entire concept of sound had gone from her, the chatter and music fading away from the space and leaving only Ashe, standing there.

Then Yael drummed her fingers on the table.

“You just looking for trouble in alphabetical order or somethin’? Barstow Boys turn you down already?”  Yael picked up a toothpick from the holder and on the table and placed it between her teeth as she studied Ashe.

It was the sort of look Ashe had not yet become accustomed to, though she would learn it for herself, in time. It was a look that scanned over every inch of her, that took the information and made conclusions, and locked it away until it was needed. It was the searing eye of a hawk setting on a rabbit, and Ashe squirmed underneath despite herself.

“Nice boots you got there, Tex.” A sly smile crept across her face and her collected gang spit out hoots of laughter.

Ashe didn’t give her the satisfaction of looking down, but she noticed the beaten and scuffed hat Yael wore, the way her shirt had faded in rings from being pushed up to her elbows in the sun, and had a sudden moment of realization that the same things she wore that impressed the folks when she did barrel were a mistake here.

Didn’t matter. She was a trick of a rider, she could shoot a gun, and Ashe knew, above anything else, that the infamous Deadlock Gang could only profit by adding her to the group, even if they did make fun of her bright silver buckles.

“Name’s Ashe.” She jutted out her chin and extended her hand.

“Sure it is.” Yael chuckled and leaned back in her chair, and Ashe crossed her arms, her mouth forming into an angry twist, which Yael handily ignored, “You even old enough to be in here? Go home, kid, I ain’t got time to play dolls.”

“How old’s he?” She motioned her chin to the man at her left, though it was hardly fair to call him man, not yet filled in, still gangly with the edge of teenagerhood.

“Jesse?” She turned to him and smiled, “I dunno, how old are you?”

“Forty five this July.” He took a drink of his beer.

“That’s about what I thought, why, thank you Jesse.” she picked up her own beer, “Well, there you have it.”

Ashe popped like a corn kernel.

“You were younger than me, sixteen! When you joined the Deadlock Gang, and now you’re only afraid--”

“I ain’t afraid of shit,” Yael laughed, “You think you can compare yourself to me, Tex? What’s the worst thing ever happened to you, Daddy tell you no new pony this year? Shiiiit.” She chuckled again. “Swear to god, they get stupider every year.” She stood up. “You ain’t hungry enough. You don’t need it enough. You got a net, girl, and we perform without one.” She turned back briefly to her gang. “Gonna go find Jaci and have a smoke.”

She turned her back to Ashe as she left, completely unafraid of anything Ashe could do, and all she could do is stand stock-still, fuming and furious and embarrassed and ashamed and hungrier than Yael could ever know.

___

McCree didn’t ask too many questions, at this time in his life.

It would sound stupid to say it out loud, as he heard the dogs barking in the distance outside the shitty honky tonk, the party having briefly broken up from their reverie, but the last three years had been the most stable in his life since his mother had died. It wasn’t much of a life, rolling along the backroads and still-quiet ways that barely seemed to exist except as corridors anymore, but it was his, and it was consistent, and he knew what he was meant to do and why, and what he brought.

He wasn’t interested in shaking up the flow he’d come to understand in his life, and he wasn’t sure what someone so rich would want with the Deadlock Gang anyhow. Could be that she was an agent trying to infiltrate, but McCree hoped they’d send someone a little better than some little blonde thing fresh out of the ranchwear store. Maybe that was the trick, that they thought it was so stupid Yael’d fall for it.

They didn’t know her very well.

Ashe breezed by him after Yael, having had a few moments to think to herself and still not giving up, and he chuckled. She had plenty of sand, that much was sure, and if he was going to be so stupid as to tell Yael her business, he’d say that a sparrow who’s willing to chase after a hawk with no fear of nothing wasn’t the stupidest idea for the gang. Yael had a kill count that rivaled a small army, and there was no way Ashe didn’t know that. It just didn’t seem to matter. She had an idea of what she wanted, and maybe Yael would have to shoot her to get her to find another one.

They didn’t usually meet people like this, who wouldn’t take Yael’s no for an answer. Yael was particular about her crew, even at the best of times, and though she’d help other hard up folks set up complimentary organizations, or reinstall them their lives back home on their farms and ranches and wilds, her Deadlock Gang was a tightly closed group, only people she would happily sleep with her back to. And this girl was in no way Yael’s kind of people. This was all more stuff she should’ve known but didn’t seem to care much about.

There was a part of McCree that respected that.

Carey walked up next to him and sipped his beer. “What’s the over under on Yael shootin her where she stands?”

McCree smiled over at him. “She’s had, what, three beers? Say ten minutes.”

“You’re a regular optimist, Jess,” Carey clapped him on the shoulder, and McCree looked away from him into the night, “say that much for ya.”

McCree wasn’t sure he’d call himself that, but there was something that told him this girl who called herself Ashe was gonna be a thorn in everyone’s side for a long time.

___

Yael didn’t seem to be listening to her, just walking along and tapping out a cigarette as she looked up at the half-clouded moon.

“You don’t know what I can do!” Ashe spat, the injustice of the situation, the hopelessness of it, drilling into her head.

“But I do know that it’s my gang, and, I don’t like you.” She put the cigarette to her lips and flicked her lighter, shielding it from the wind. “Don’t need no prissy little rich girls whose daddies bought em their titles.”

What Yael needed and what Yael ended up getting could be very different indeed.

“Elizabeth Ashe?” A voice came out of the darkness, and Ashe’s hair stood up at the sound of her name.

She turned around and her eyes met with dark brown ones, ones she did not know but clearly knew her. It was not a question so much as a confirmation, but whatever it was, it furrowed Yael’s brow.

“You know her, Jacinta?” Yael stood up from where she leaned against the beam.

Jacinta took her eyes off Ashe for a moment, meeting Yael’s gaze, and let out an exclamation of rapid-fire Spanish, which Ashe suddenly wished she had opted to take in all of her private schooling.

“Huh,” was all Yael said by way of hint, before asking Jacinta a question Ashe could not understand, and receiving an answer Ashe wished she could know. “I dunno, Jaci, bad idea to me.”

Her ears perked at the English, and she looked back to Jacinta, wondering where she could possibly know her from. She was a handsome woman, dark with glossy in a low, tightly wound bun at her neck, but Ashe could not quite place her name, or where they might have seen each other.

Yael walked over to where she and Jacinta stood, and waved Ashe off. “Git.”

It was the first command of Yael’s Ashe would obey, and it would not be the last, and at her hand she would learn how to give a command so it never seemed like a request, to men twice her size, but right now all she could do was back up until she nearly hit the two young men who had been sitting beside Yael in the bar.

Carey shrugged at her. “Jaci’s your best chance, rich girl.”

Ashe fumed, but didn’t say a word. There was someone, for whatever reason, who was fighting for her, and the argument seemed to be growing more heated, Yael shaking her head, her eyebrows in a knot as she looked to Jacinta, who waved a hand in fury even as she tried to cross her arms in front of her.

“If she wants you,” McCree drawled, “well, Jaci’s the only one Yael’l ever listen to.”

“I don’t know why she does.” Ashe hadn’t meant to say it, but it had slipped out, her thoughts as to all the reasons why filling the space in her head meant for a tough showing.

McCree looked over to her, a brief recognition of her inability to understand that made her blood boil, and chuckled. “Best not to.”

Yael threw her arms in the air and kicked the dip bucket by the side of the back porch, spraying wet tobacco across the wood. Jacinta seemed unimpressed.

“¡Bueno! Christ,” She took her hat off and nearly threw it into the dirt before reconsidering. “You win, alright?”

Ashe felt a swirl of excitement rise in her chest, and pride. She was going to be a member of the Deadlock Gang, the kind of gang that people whispered about, the kind of gang that even someone like the Barstow Boys held in high regard. And she would be, in no time, she was sure, be at the right hand of the hawk, Ashe, a legend in her own right.

These fantasies of her own grandeur were quickly brought back into the reality of the situation as Yael walked up to her and grabbed her by the collar, almost pressing their faces together. Yael and Ashe were nearly the same size, but Ashe was shocked by the sheer strength of her, the grip of her claw next to Ashe’s neck.

“Now listen here. This is against my better judgement or will, Tex, so I want you to take very careful notice of what I’m bout to say.” Ashe nodded as Yael stared deep into her eyes, but she did not break her gaze or let her lip quiver, “You want to be a part of this gang, you’ll come to find there’s work to be done that ain’t all in the papers and glory, and when I say jump, the only thing I wanna hear out of your goddamn mouth is how high. I will teach you to be a gunslinger and an arms runner and every terrible thing you wanna be, and you had better pay me back with your unending goddamn loyalty or I’ll shoot you myself.”

She let go of Ashe’s collar and half-tossed her back into Carey and McCree, who caught her gently by the shoulders.

“Married life’s a whole thing, ain’t it, Yael?” Carey laughed good naturedly.

“Carey, I will leave you in the ditch I found you in.” But she sighed, seemingly forcing herself to make peace with the new, shiny-booted, crisp shirted, silver trimmed reality in her life.

“You won’t regret it, I promise.” Ashe tugged at her shirt, rolling her shoulders back.

“And I ain’t callin you Ashe, so best get used to that idea.” She grinned, and her voice turned sickly-sweet, “Elizabeth Caledonia, pretty little miss of the Texas debutante set. Jesse!”

“Yeah?” he took off his hat and ran a hand through his shaggy brown hair before looking back to Yael.

“You’re off smoker duty tonight, other’n showin Bitsy here how to scrub it.” She waved her hand to McCree, “God knows you’ve earned it. And God knows you will, us having to teach her an honest day’s work.”

“She’s alright once you get used to her.” Carey gave his usual casual grin and shrugged. “Give her a year or two to warm up. Carey.” He gave a tip of his hat.

“Jesse.” He nodded to her.

She gave a snort, jutted her chin out, and looked at the two men who were now her teammates.

“Ashe.”

Carey chuckled as he turned to go. “S’not what Yael said.”

Ashe crossed her arms across her chest in frustration. When she had planned out the life she was going to create for herself, the infamous legend and outlaw she was going to become, this was not how she’d seen her first day on the team. She would learn, at Yael’s hand, how to scramble, how to deal, how to play a low card, but now she was a frustrated trainee.

“Welcome to the team,” McCree said, tipping his hat, “Come on then.”

Ashe gave the smallest smile, and she remembered she had won a victory today. It didn’t matter if she were Tex or Bitsy or whatever Yael wanted to call her today, because she had to call her one very important thing.

A member of the Deadlock Gang.

[akria23]

I think this needs to be said because I think there's a lack of understanding as to why I and a few others are coming at fandom about accountability in the situation of lgbqt representation and Queliot and the Magicians show. Def those of us who don't come in a gentle manner.

People are speaking to fandom because fandom holds an accountability l, they hold a power and they realease that power so easily to the detriment of the lgbqt and their representation. The fact is a lot of you pretend to care about the lgbqt community - a lot of you claim to be supporters and will speak over us in the wrong manners but none of y'all are showing up to the conversations lgbqt members of the fandom keep trying to include you in and it's because you honestly care more about a ship than the representation of real bodies and real lives.

Let's just put it on the table - to support is not an inaction. Just because you watch m/m couples. Doesn't mean you support the members of the community. Just because you raise your voice to meta about the Magicians and Queliot does not mean you support the community. All these things possible mean is that you either accept or worse you fetishize - and I'm not picking which box you subscribe to I'm just saying those are your options. To support is to listen, and find what part you can play in dismembering the status quo. You guys are not only disregarding our issues but then also upholding the status quo by creating excuse that allows you to be inactive in that destruction. We all agree that we do not like or appreciate the turn this season took because of x,y,z. You gues then only ran with the x portion (Queliot being up on the back burner) of that because it had to deal with your desires (wanting a ship) and ignored y & z (lgbqt relations not being depicted fairly & the lgbqt sexual identities not being used against the community).

And let me explicitly state this because I know some people are gonna try it - Queliot (or any other m/m/Queer ship) being end game does not mutually mean that lgbqt relations have been fairly depicted or that the sexual identities of that community wasn't used in damaging ways against said community (aka poor/bad representation). To be specific when y'all say things like "They can just form a 3some with Alice" or "This is a set up for a triangle" understand that even if one of those things were to happen it does possibly facilitate your wishes of Queliot ending up together but thays yet agin unfair to the implications to bisexuals (def when they've already implied things that set up that damage) - they've already set up this image that Q sexuality isn't on par and then to make it where his ending up with Eliot is only in the byproduct of Alice being tied to the relationship only furthers those damaging implications. As far as the triangle aspect - arguably they've been in a triangle and they've done more damage than good with the imagery. As I've said before anytime they give use the Queer sequence they no homo it with having Q fall back on the crutch of the female form - and this isnt speaking on bisexuality because they ignore all the buildup and Queer aspects that happened with Eliot as tho they didn't happen and revert back to subtext. So no, for us it's not about Queliot happening but about how they and any other queer relations take place because it speaks onto us. And if you're just shouting that you'll take Queliot no matter how you can get them that's not wanting good representation, like I said - that's wanting a ship.

So yeah some of us may come for your throats - as we should! It's 2019. As a person in the community I'm sick and tired of people in fandoms not being held accountable. Nobody has time to coddle y'all when time and time again we're still being treated like trash, when we still struggle to see ourselves portrayed on tv/film with as least possible damage. Straight up - if you're not helping, if you're siting around telling those who speak up to be silent, that it's not that deep, that the production team mean no harm - if you're making excuses and claiming that we have to be nice to get a ship y'all are cowards, y'all are ignorant, and you're a problem. If you're just out for a ship then be about that - don't sit around here pretending like you care about real people and the struggles that we face. And I'm not just gonna those heterosexual this - if you're apart of the community and you're doing these things, if being silent, no joining the dialogue or starting your own then you're the same them...if not worse. Just fucking do better - or don't pretend that you're doing at all.

Also I'm sure some of y'all want me to stop posting in ya tag - I will not. I advise you block me cause I got something important to say and I'll be damned if I'll sit around while another show goes 11 season without us having these conversations. No ones saying no to Queliot. We're saying we deserve Queliot and we deserve it in its best form and the antics the show has been pulling is not acceptable. This fandom has problems and there's no denying it. There was over 400 reblogs/likes for a post that appreciated the Magicians having Queer characters and denies claims of Queerbait and yet only a handful (the same people mind you) show up on post that points out the issues of Magicians and how they deal with these sexualities and the characters that portray them. That's very telling. You same people will make excuses about how 4x05 is a tester episode to gauge how Queliot would be accepted as though to say that everything afterwards is understandable and had to be done...fuck that! For one they don't do that with any heterosexual relationship they want to push - we get no testers for them l. In fact they've done Qualice and we keep saying we don't want and we still got Qualice over Queliot. The fact that you think it's justifies and explains their actions speaks on your views of the lgbqt community as well.

That's why we're talking to you. Because y'all are engaging in disgusting antics and we're not gonna give you a pass just like we're not willing to give the Magicians one.

[thelastspeecher]

Spy AU - Toxin, Finale

I got an ask earlier today that was about the situation in the Spy AU where Ford gets de-aged temporarily to three years old.  And it reminded me that even though I’ve discussed how that situation gets resolved, I never actually wrote it.  So, here it is.  Enjoy, for once, some legit fluff in the Spy AU.

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              The phone rang.  Stan began to get up from the couch.  Angie gently pushed him back with one hand.

              “No, darlin’, let me,” she said firmly.  Stan didn’t protest, instead sinking into the cushions silently, his eyes reddened from crying.  The both of them were struggling with the news that HQ had been unable to find a cure for Ford’s de-aging, and as such, he would be forced to grow up again.  Though it didn’t make Angie happy in the slightest, Stan was much more greatly affected than her.  She was more than willing to take on a few tasks to make things easier on her husband.  Angie headed over to the phone and answered it.  “McGucket-Pines residence.”

              “Angie, you didn’t get anything started with preparin’ fer Ford, did ya?” her mother asked over the phone.  Angie blinked.

              “Uh, no, not yet.  Why?”

              “Don’t.”

              “Why not?”

              “You don’t need to.”

              “We don’t-”  Angie covered her mouth.  “Ma, is-”

              “Like the toxin, the cure had a delayed reaction.”

              “What?  Really?”

              “Yep.  Now, he ain’t quite back to himself yet, but he’s definitely better.”

              “Is he awake?”

              “Yep.”

              “Lucid?”

              “That, too.  We’ve debriefed him on what seems to have happened, and he wants to come back to stay with you two while he returns to himself.”

              “Is that the wisest idea?  I mean, Kate-”

              “She signed off on it, don’t worry.  Look, just grab Stan and come over.  We’ll debrief the both of ya as well once ya get here.”

              “Got it.”  Angie hung up the phone.  She turned around.  Stan’s head was in his hands, his shoulders shaking with sobs.  Angie sat next to him and rested her hand on his back.  “My love, that was Ma.”

              “And?”  Stan’s voice was thick with tears.

              “It worked.”  Stan’s head jerked up.  “Apparently, it’s delayed, but he’s already better.”

              “He’s-”  Stan swallowed.  “Ford’s gonna be okay?”  Angie nodded. “Oh, thank god.”  Stan slumped against the back of the couch.  “That’s- that’s the best thing I’ve heard since this bullshit started.”

              “Yes, well, apparently he wants to stay here while he recovers, and Ma wants to debrief us more thoroughly at HQ, so…”  Angie wiped Stan’s cheek with her sleeve.  “Collect yourself a bit and we’ll leave.”

----- 

              Angie and Stan followed Ma McGucket into medical wing, where Ford had been housed in for the last week or so, after his condition had deteriorated to the point that he needed around-the-clock surveillance by the team working on his case.  Ford’s specific room was one of the private ones in the back of the wing.  The door was closed when they arrived.  Stan frowned.

              “Where’d the sign go?” he asked.  After Ford had moved in, one of the people on his team had made a sign for his room at his request, with Ford’s name on it and an option for Ford to indicate whether he wanted visitors or not.  Stan and Angie had become used to the colorful sign during their daily visits to check up on Ford.  The undecorated door seemed almost ominous.

              “Ford took it down himself when he packed his things up,” Ma McGucket answered. “Don’t worry.”  She knocked on the door.  “Stanford, Stan and Angie are here.”  The door opened.  Peering up at them through thick brown curls was a young boy approximately six or seven years old.  Stan dropped to one knee to get a closer look.

              “Ford?” Stan asked quietly.  The boy nodded.  A broad smile broke across Stan’s face.  “You look a bit older now.”

              “Yes,” Ford said proudly.  “I’ve been told my age will double every day until I return to my proper self.”

              “Not exactly,” Fiddleford said, walking over.  Stan saw Ford abruptly blush, then duck his head to hide his red face.

              If Ford remembers how he followed Fiddlesticks everywhere, can’t blame him for feeling embarrassed.

              “Yer age has doubled once, and we expect it to double again,” Fiddleford continued, either not noticing or pretending not to see Ford’s behavior.  “Once you turn twelve, you’ll have another boost, to about fourteen or fifteen.  But yer agin’ will slow down then, prob’ly due to puberty-”  Ford’s face turned an even deeper shade of red.  “-so you’ll only age ‘bout a year a day.  Once you hit eighteen, you’ll have two more multiple year jumps to get to yer original age.”

              “So how many days is Ford gonna be re-aging?” Stan asked.  Fiddleford shrugged.

              “About a week or so.”

              “Should we be concerned about emotional and mental re-aging keepin’ up with physical re-aging?” Angie asked.

              “We’ll have a better idea of that once he hits twelve tomorrow, but right now, it doesn’t seem like that’ll be a problem.”  Fiddleford handed Angie a piece of paper.  “Some instructions from Kate, fer how to accommodate his re-aging. As well as what to do if his emotional and mental maturity seem to be lagging.”  Angie nodded.  One of the doctors assigned to Ford’s case, Jen, joined them.  She crouched down to Ford’s eye-height.

              “We’re gonna miss you around the wing, Ford,” she said cheerfully.  “You were a ray of sunshine for us.  But we’re happy you’ll be back to yourself soon.” Ford embraced her.  “Aw, thanks.”  Jen stood up and handed Angie another piece of paper.  “Kate’s instructions were psychological, these are physiological. Ford’s gonna struggle a bit, since each age has its own ups and downs.  Be sure to follow these to ease the growing pains as much as possible. Particularly once he hits the teenage years.”

              “Understood,” Angie said.

              “To make things easier, we already bought all the clothes Ford will need as he re-ages.  They’re in his bag with his other items,” Jen continued.  “Keep us updated.”

              “You got it,” Stan said, standing to his full height again.  “Don’t worry, Ford’s gonna be in great hands.”

              “I know.”  Jen playfully ruffled Ford’s hair before walking away.  Ford looked up at Stan eagerly.

              “I’m big enough that I don’t need to use the car seat anymore!” he bragged. “Mrs. McGucket told me so!”

              “That’s great.  Great enough that I think we need to stop for ice cream on the way home,” Stan said. He looked at Angie.  “Don’t you agree, Ang?”  Angie rolled her eyes.

              “I think the stop we really need to take on the way home is a haircut fer Ford, but yes, we can get ice cream.”

              “Hooray!” Ford cheered.  Stan beamed again.  “Race you to the car!”  Ford immediately took off.

              “Wh- hey!”  Stan chased after him.  Angie chuckled softly.

              “I’m so happy things worked out,” she said to her mother.  Ma McGucket nodded.

              “I agree.”  Ma McGucket eyed Fiddleford.  “Fidds, please keep Ford’s behavior when he was three a secret from him fer a while, will ya?  I think he might die of embarrassment durin’ the teenage days if he finds out he followed ya ‘round like a lil duckling 24/7.”

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              “So the haircut we gave you yesterday was pointless, huh?” Stan asked. Ford glared at him.  After being a cheerful, hyperactive twelve-year-old the day before, he had woken up that day as a sulky teenager.  Stan didn’t remember Ford being this grumpy when they were teens the first time, but he figured the re-aging process was enough to put anyone in a bad mood.  Ford poked at his breakfast, a bowl of cereal.

              “My hair seems to be growing at a rapid pace to match the rest of my body,” Ford muttered darkly.  He blew a strand of hair out of his face.  “I look like one of those emo teens.”

              “Only if you dye your hair black,” Stan said.  He took a sip of his coffee.  “I wonder if either of the girls will go through a phase like that.”

              “Youch!” Ford yelped.  Someone had pulled his hair.  “What-” Ford turned in his seat.  Angie stood behind him, a brush in one hand, a clump of his hair in the other, and multiple hair ties wrapped around her wrist. “Angie-”

              “Do you know how to put hair into a ponytail?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.  Ford was silent.  “Let me do my work.”

              “You could’ve asked,” Ford grumbled, turning back to his breakfast.

              “I already did.  You groaned ‘fine’ and then stormed away ‘fore I could even grab a hair tie.”  Angie gathered the entirety of Ford’s hair in one hand and began to brush it.  Ford let out a few more small yelps.  “I told ya to use conditioner.”

              “I’ve never used conditioner in my life.”

              “When ya have long hair, it’s a necessity,” Angie said firmly.  She finished putting Ford’s hair into a ponytail.  “There.”

              “That hurt…so much,” Ford moaned.  He slammed his head on the table, jostling his cereal bowl and causing a few stray marshmallows to dive over the sides.  “I don’t ever want to go through that again.”

              “Okay, drama queen,” Stan said calmly, setting his newspaper down.  “Do you want us to cut it again?”

              “No.  The haircut you two gave me yesterday was dreadful.  I don’t want to look like that.”

              “It’s either long, loose hair or a ponytail, then.”

              “Ugh!”

              “How about I do your hair tomorrow?” Stan suggested.  Ford raised his head just enough to frown at Stan.

              “Why would I ask you to do my hair?”

              “‘Cause I do Danny and Daisy’s hair,” Stan said with a shrug.  “Never got a complaint from them about it hurting.” Ford let out a long, dramatic sigh.

              “I suppose.”  He rested his head on the table again.  “Everything sucks and I hate it.”

              “Sounds good,” Stan replied, picking up his newspaper and turning it to the sports section.

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              “Stan, quick question.”  Stan turned off the TV and looked over at Angie, standing in the entryway to the living room.  “What was Ford like as a teenager the first time?”

              “Uh, kinda quiet and nerdy.  Basically the same as he was as a kid and adult.  Ford wasn’t really the kind of person to go through phases or whatever.”

              “So this is definitely new, then,” Angie said, crossing her arms.

              “What’s new?” Stan asked.

              “The loud music and the attitude and the sneaking out at night,” Angie said, gesturing towards the guest room, from which angsty music seemed to emanate day and night.

              “Wait, he snuck out?”

              “Last night.  Luckily, Fidds was makin’ a midnight run to the gas station fer emergency batteries.” Stan raised an eyebrow.  “I didn’t ask what for.  Could be a robot, could be a smoke detector-”

              “Could be somethin’ he wouldn’t want his little sister to know he owns,” Stan interjected.  Angie rolled her eyes.

              “Anyways, he saw Ford tryin’ to buy alcohol.”

              “What the fuck?”  Stan rubbed the back of his neck.  “That’s not something Ford ever did.  I did it when we were teens, but not him.”  Stan frowned. “We don’t have any of the fake IDs we use for work in the house, do we?”

              “No.”

              “How did he get his hands on a fake ID, then?”

              “He didn’t,” Angie replied shortly.  “He was tryin’ to buy alcohol without an ID.  His big plan was to just convince the person to let him buy it without showin’ a card.  Of course, the cashier wasn’t havin’ any of it.  Fidds showed up right before the cashier called the cops.”

              “Hang on, hang on.”  Stan held up his hands.  “Ford didn’t have any sort of ID, let alone a fake one?  Okay, that’s it.”  He got up from the couch.  “I’m gonna have a talk with him.”  Angie frowned at her husband.

              “That’s yer big concern?”

              “Well, yeah.  It’s just plain stupid.  Buying alcohol before you’re twenty-one isn’t that bad, but I’d hate for him to get caught.”

              “What if either of the girls pull the same stuff when they get to be teens?”

              “I’ll tell ‘em the same thing I’m about to tell Ford,” Stan said firmly.  “If you’re gonna break the law, be smart about it.”

              “In that case, hopefully they take after me and don’t cause any trouble,” Angie grumbled, looking away.  Stan chuckled and kissed her on the cheek.

              “That’s bullshit, babe.  You’ve always been a troublemaker.”

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              “Wait, I did what?” Ford asked.

              “Took a page outta the ole Stan Pines Book of Teenage Rebellion,” Stan said jovially.  He flipped a steak on the grill.  Ford had returned to his proper age yesterday, but was having some issues with his coordination and mental processing speed.  Everyone at HQ was convinced Ford would be back to normal eventually.  He just needed some more time off.  Ideally, with someone around in case he got lost or injured himself due to his new clumsiness.

              “Geez.”  Ford rubbed the back of his neck.  “Why would I do that?”

              “Beats me.”  Stan grinned at Ford.  “But I kinda liked having a practice run in taking care of a teenager.  I’m gonna have to deal with two at once, after all. Maybe even more, depending on how soon Angie and I get to work on our next gremlin.”

              “You want another child?”

              “Yeah.”  Stan frowned at Ford.  “I know I told you that while you were stuck.”

              “Yes, well, my memory of that time is hazy at best.  Hopefully, I’ll be able to recall it at some point.”

              “Uh, I dunno if you really want to.”

              “…Fair point,” Ford conceded.  The door leading to the backyard burst open, slamming against the wall.

              “Uncle Ford!” Danny and Daisy shrieked, bolting to where Ford sat on the patio.  Ford chuckled.  He ruffled his nieces’ hair.

              “Hello, my dears.”

              “You weren’t at our birthday,” Danny said quietly.  Ford nodded.

              “You’re right.  I wasn’t. I’m very sorry.  Did your mother tell you what happened?”

              “You got sick,” Daisy said.  Ford nodded again.

              “Yes.  Extremely sick.  That’s why you had to stay at your grandparents’.  Your mother and father were helping me get better, but they didn’t want you to be exposed to my germs and get sick, too.”  Ford playfully poked at Daisy’s nose on the word ‘you’. Daisy giggled.

              “All better now?” Danny asked.

              “Mostly.  I’m not sick anymore, but I’m still not fully recovered, so I’ll be staying here until then. If that’s all right with you.”

              “Duh!” Daisy shouted.  Ford laughed.

              “I have presents for you two somewhere, actually,” he said.  He started to get up.

              “No, let me,” Angie said.  Ford looked over.  In the ruckus of his nieces’ arrival, he hadn’t noticed Angie exiting the house as well. She stood by the door, smiling fondly at him and her daughters.  “I know exactly where Stan put ‘em.”  She opened the door.  A blur of dark gray and black ran outside.  “Apple-” she started.

              “It’s fine, I’ll handle it,” Stan said.  Angie nodded once before heading back inside.  Apple ran over to Ford, cocked his head, and then whined loudly. Ford smiled and patted the dog. Danny and Daisy stared at him in shock.

              “Apple…likes you now?” Daisy asked.

              “It appears so,” Ford replied, deciding to keep to himself the many hours he had spent with Apple while he was de-aged, one of the few things he remembered clearly.  Danny turned to Stan.

              “Daddy, Apple likes Uncle Ford!” she shouted.  Stan looked over.

              “Yep.”

              “Did Apple help Uncle Ford get better?”

              “Eh.  Only partly. Mostly, it was magic.”  Stan wiggled his fingers in an exaggerated manner. Danny scoffed.

              “No.”

              “It wasn’t magic,” Ford agreed.  “It was medicine.  Which isn’t magic, but rather, a form of science.”  Daisy climbed into his lap.

              “Tell!”

              “My dear, I don’t have a medical degree,” Ford said, stroking her hair.

              “Fine.  Tell dif’rent science.”

              “Different science?”

              “Yeah!” Danny cheered.  Ford smiled.

              “Very well.  I’ll do just that.”  He cleared his throat.  “Long ago, there was a brilliant man named Nikola Tesla.”