#the last day the rent fandom rises from the ashes

[singaroundelay]

It’s gonna be a happy new year...

Reblog Pussy Galore on New Years Eve to make 2018 the gayest year yet. 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

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History3: MODC review I guess?

Word Count: around 2,080

Warning: Potential Spoiler for POSE Season 2. I’m not sure if it’s been streaming globally yet, but I mention the death of a character.

I fell in love with the BL drama HIStory this past August. It was after coming across a video on twitter of two men embracing, kissing and both breaking down in tears on the floor of a lavish, minimalistic, bedroom. After a bit of digging in the replies, I learned the name of the show, History3: Trapped. One google later, I’m on VIKI and I find the entire first half-season which had just wrapped up two months prior. The rest of that month was spent binging it and the first 2 seasons (and The Untamed). This week the second half of the beloved drama’s third season which has been hailed the best BL drama of 2019, possibly all-time, ended with a thud on the 18th. Prior to this week it had a solid score of 9.5 on MyDramaLive where it now sits at 8.5. (Rating seems to be falling slightly every 2-3 days, now sits at 8.4.) This season’s love story focused on the story between Yu Xi Gu, an orphan, loner, and presumptive valedictorian of Zenren High and Xiang Hao Ting, the carefree Mr. popular of the school. The show also follows a side couple, HaoTing’s best friend Sun Bo Xiang and Xi Gu’s boss, Lu Zhi Gang. This season focused on the blossoming of these two couples’ relationships in such a way that most of us thought “Oh wow they’re going for full on happy go lucky in love” and while they met challenges like HaoTing’s homophobic parents and entrance exams they managed to fight for each other with their relationship getting stronger every time. That was until this week’s finale when we were served with a plate of Deadly Distant Finale with a side of Bury Your Gays and a glass Gay for You.

I initially thought that I was okay with the finale in a similar way to how I was with the finale of HIStory3: Trapped. That was bittersweet yet common sense. Shao Fei was a cop, Tang Yi a mob boss who shot an officer, he “had” to go to jail. Yet the more I thought about it I felt grieved, insulted rather by MODCs finale. So, like everyone else is doing on social media, I’m going to nitpick the hell out of it as part of my “healing process.” Also, while all of us are upset, unfortunately as in the summer, some fans are attacking the cast and crew. In the words of the master heart crusher, Shonda Rhimes, “Don’t tweet them your crazy,” or...whatever the weibo equivalent is. So, before the nitpicking, a caveat. My beef is with the lazy writing of episode 10, this entire cast was outstanding from Wayne and ChuanChih to the ZENREN homies to The Xiang Family just outstanding. Possibly the best History ensemble since H2:Crossing The Line. Thankfully, this season was not written the same writer of H3: Trapped that would have been way too much for me. (Although, word in the fandom is that MODCs screenwriter wasn’t fond of Trapped’s screenwriter, or rather her treatment for the finale? Alexa, Play Ironic by Alanis Morrisette.) Also in this review, I’m going to be using the VIKI episode count when referring to episodes so just 1-9. *wink*

 On to the picking apart, if you watched all of episode 9 last week, you probably had the same horrified realization as I that our first intimate moment in episode 2 where HT saves XG from getting run over by a moped was foreshadowing for the finale. I don’t want to dissuade anyone from watching the series again, I will, but with the ending we got? It’s going to be difficult to revisit that scene again without resentment. It’s bad enough that XiGu, the main character up to this point, dies off screen in a way that nearly renders him worthless. Especially in the way that this story said “meet this soft, pitiful, malnourished and overworked boy; fall in love with him as he allows himself to fall in love and watch as that love makes him bloom.” I haven’t been this upset over a needless character death since, well, I can’t even say that I have made peace with Candy’s death in season 2 of POSE and that was 5 months ago.

 I don’t know why the writer chose this ending that says “fighting tooth and nail for love is meaningless, yet the memories make it worthwhile?” I’m being petty, we know for HaoTing this love was not meaningless, XiGu’s death is not meaningless. If XiGu’s death was meaningless he wouldn’t have thrown himself into his undergrad studies and gotten into Stanford grad to continue XiGu’s dre…hold the hell on. Wait a damn minute, isn’t that…the dead love interest trope? So, in the POV of this finale, XiGu’s existence was to get HaoTing to mature and become a physicist? Remember, high school HaoTing didn’t really have a dream outside of being with XG 24/7. He became a better student and chose to become a Physics major solely to be with XG. During the show, this particular plot point had some fans noting, while sweet in theory, pinning your hopes and dreams on teenage love can be costly in real life.  

  Six years on, it seems the only people that have been affected by XiGu’s death are HaoTing and Lin Cai Chu, his ex-girlfriend?  I understand in real life we tend to be moved on after this much time. Yet, there was no mention of Xi Gu from the crew or the family, even when he was visibly upset around them. You could count Mrs. Xiang when she spoke to Hao Ting while he was packing, but she never names him, only implies, and,  I feel we had to dive for that meaning. Also, there was no significant interaction from Sun Bo or his sister Yong Ching, who were the closest with HT during this whole relationship. Yong Ching listens to her brother cry after their father tears XiGu and HaoTing apart and she plays messenger between them during their parting. However, in episode 10 she’s enamored with Phoebe’s style? Sun Bo is HaoTing’s brother in the battle for love they share everything about how their hearts feel about their guys. But when HT drunkenly pours out his grief after six years, and he kinda gives a “damn bro, that sucks” vibe for a good part of the talk? (Sidenote: Wayne acted his whole ass off in this episode, do you hear me?) In Trapped, ShaoFei knew everything about TangYi. When Chen Wen Hao and Sister Lizhen were revealed as TangYi’s parents he grieves with and comforts him back at home. (Bonus: if you watch that scene again you can see Jake break down with Chris when they pull apart.)  

  I’m not touching that damn doppleganger moment, why even do it? These decisions have been made, yet the way both XiGu’s death and HaoTing’s potential girlfriend Phoebe are hinted and implied at, yet never really engaged with or seen. Which, to me, signals fear on part of the writer. These are the decisions you felt comfortable making so why not go ahead and give it to us full out. Show us XiGu dying in HaoTing’s arms, HaoTing visiting his grave a la Trapped episode 10, or show us the moment when Phoebe meets the family. We could have gotten more thought or effort put into these plot twists on the part of the writer. We see the way HaoTing weeps over XiGu and how he just shrugs off the mention of Phoebe from his family. XiGu and HaoTing lined and called each other daily, Phoebe can’t even email to let him know where she is? Worse yet, HaoTing does not even attempt checking up on her? Is on a 13-hour flight or about to get on one? Don’t really know, damn sure don’t care.

 I “got” that he doesn’t think the love of his life can ever be replaced, but we also know through his actions that he doesn’t love her either. Even though he’s introducing her to his family, I ask, does he even like her? Where’d they meet? How old is she? Why bring her up if you aren’t going to flesh the concept of Phoebe out? If you really wanted to give a love story closure “well” you should have done all of this several episodes ago by breaking them up or even condensing the love story and killing XG earlier on rather than handing us this death/new gf cocktail in ONE EPISODE. So many HIStorians thought that the boys would split because of HaoTing lying about the rent, and this makes perfect sense as it’s a clear violation of XiGu’s desire to be as self-reliant as possible, even in a relationship. That could have given rise to the first big argument and potential breakup.

 At first, I thought that the most insulting thing about this finale was that we didn’t get a happy ever after, or at least a happy for now like Trapped. Happy endings are an unofficial mission statement of the series. However, the most insulting thing about this finale, for me, was that death became final. Three years in a series, where death has NEVER been final, or even an option for its leads at least since season 1. (Which HIStorians like, but don’t really talk about for good reason.) Now, you could argue about Trapped because Shao Fei does get shot twice and if any storyline was primed for death it was theirs. However, even with the action element, the Brooklyn Nine-Nine type comedy never gave it the gravity that MODC unknowingly had. We were presented the stakes, the murders of Old Tang/LiZhen, and knew the threat, Chen WenHao. In MODC, there was a quiet unease I had for most of my watch along the lines of, “this is perfect. I love it, but it’s too perfect.” The “challenges” XG/HT faced they pretty much steamrolled every time so I assumed they were in the clear until the last 5 minutes of episode 9.

 H1: My Hero and H1: Obsessed both had plots that dealt with the boundary of death, making it impermanent “because love.”  While we’re at it, let’s talk about Obsessed shall we. Even abusive ass, stalker ass Jiang Jing Teng, a man who by logic and common sense shouldn’t have, got a chance to love again. He got to say goodbye to, spread the ashes of, and reunite with Shao Yi Chen. After his beard, who it just so happened was also a witch/sorceress, brought back SYC from the dead, not once BUT TWICE?!? (First, from rebirth. Second, it was all a dream.) Yet YXG/SHT, the most loved couple since CTL, can’t get a similar twist of fate? Make it make sense, especially given that this is likely the final season for HIStory.

 That hurt to type, but, it looks like History3 is going to be the final season for the series. Since we haven’t had any official announcement from CHOCO. And with 2 major backlashes, the first based on misunderstanding with Trapped and the second due to MODC lazy finale, it’s looking like a done deal until the CTL movie comes out at the end of 2020. In which case, everyone involved is going to have to be on their very best behavior from now on. In the hearts of some HIStorians, this finale has done irreparable damage to MODC itself and the HIStory franchise. Which is sad, considering that up to this point HIStory was getting better and better with each season only to decimate that growth in one episode.

  *cue Mariah* I still believe that MODC is the best BL drama of 2019. It’s the best to come out of Taiwan since CTL. Most of that is due to the phenomenal work of the cast, and… yes, the initial episodes written by our screenwriter. Even with my frustrations with the finale, I was conflicted as I said on Wednesday night. I was very disappointed, but the performances I did get, specifically from Wayne, kept me engaged to the point that I still enjoyed it. Does it make up for the cruelty to Yu Xi Gu not at all, but the previous 9 episodes pretty much put it in my top 5 all-time early on. What now? I’m waiting for the dvd drop next year and reliving every blissful moment. Oh, and I’m rewatching episodes 5/6 for Christmas. 

If you made it this far, thank you HIStorians, you all have made this surprise journey most certainly worth it.  

Merry Christmas and Best Wishes to all of you in 2020,

 Jo

 PS: word from Mandarin speaking fans is that the novelization of this series has 2 endings. One happy and the one we saw on Wednesday which…*sigh* at least there’s a universe where the boys are happy. I also have some notes on issues I had with HaoTing’s family in episode 10 that I’ll likely touch on after Christmas.

PPS: I can’t believe we got blessed with multiple Duke Wu appearances!!!

[classysassy9791]

When a job goes terribly wrong, the Fairy Tail guild is left to pick up the pieces. Mourning the deaths of their guildmates, Lucy can't seem to find the strength to move forward. But she comes to realize one person understands. His madness was her mercy, and she finally began to hope that maybe he could make her heart beat again.

Fandom: Fairy Tail Genre: Adventure/Tragedy Warning: Character Death(s) Chapter 1 Word Count: 2,700 Can also be found here

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"I'm all fired up now!"

When Lucy Heartfilia had stumbled into the port of Hargeon so long ago, she had never really expected to be swept away by fairies into a world of chance encounters. It had been her dream, of course. The runaway heiress to her father's fortune, the cliche rich girl running from the burdens of her family's wealth, wanting more than the walls of her courtyard and proper lessons to fulfill her. Her fearless soul had led her into more trouble than she could name, but the company she kept wasn't exactly known for being on their best behavior either.

That's probably why she fit so well into Fairy Tail. Even during that first day of walking into the guildhall, an all-out brawl beginning within moments of arrival, she had melded seamlessly into one of them. In the blink of an eye, she had become acquainted with their strange habits and unruly behavior, but it had been fun and exciting. She never knew what the day would bring, and that's what she loved most about her home. It was a never-ending adventure.

Blonde hair tumbled over her face as Lucy shifted, her cheek pressed against the ground as fingers curled around the loose red-stained gravel. Her dark eyes blearily glanced around at what had survived. The blackness of the night had descended, lit only by the glow of scattered fires rising from the rubble, and the pale moonlight partially obscured behind the clouds. She felt the sweltering heat accompanying the ringing silence as a warm wind swept through what remained of the small, cheerful town.

A breath filled with soot, she coughed, tongue rolling over the metallic taste in her mouth. Her head pounded and her eyes stung from the sweat and blood that trailed down her forehead. Something hard dug into her ribs as a heavy weight pressed against her leg. She winced, brown eyes surveying in an attempt to make sense of up or down.

Everything had gone so very, very wrong.

Lucy groaned as she fought to move to her hands and knees, feeling her limbs shake with the effort. She managed to pull her leg from beneath a piece of crumbled building and ignored the pain that rocketed through every part of her body as her teeth sank into her lip to hold back a shrill cry.

"N-Natsu," she called hoarsely, finally getting her voice to work. Her eyes swept the battlefield for the dragon slayer, worry lines creasing her brow. "Natsu?"

Her chest constricted painfully with each intake of the humid evening air, her throat burning from the dark smoke curling away from the fires surrounding her. She looked down, clenching her hands into fists slowly and then releasing them. Every muscle in her body trembled, completely drained of magic energy. No wonder she felt so incredibly weak.

Lucy let her gaze wander to what lay before her, the bodies of townsfolk buried beneath rubble or half-charred from the blasts, the shops and roadways almost completely demolished. Magic mobiles had been turned over and crushed into mere metal fragments, almost unrecognizable from their original forms. How… How could this have happened?

Somehow managing to pull herself up on what remained of nearby framework, Lucy tested out her strength to stand. A large gash ran along her right thigh, sticky with dried blood; her clothes were tattered and torn, strung together by mere threads, and exposing her wounded flesh. She paused, attempting to will away her pounding headache and the searing agony with a few deep breaths. Her mind worked to recall what had happened, her stomach twisting in knots with each flashing memory. She closed her eyes against the burn of tears, and steeled her resolve. She needed to… She had to…

Grinding her teeth against the ebb and flow of the pain, she pushed off the framework and took a step, and then another, as she began searching through what was left of the town. She limped over collapsed buildings to the town square, her gait that was smooth only that morning was faltering and uneven. Her ponytail hung raggedly, loose hair falling over her features that contorted with effort.

Lucy winced as she stepped on something sharp and looked down, just now realizing that both of her shoes had somehow gone missing. "E-Erza?" she tried screaming, her voice straining with the effort. "Gray?"

It had been such a simple mission, promising enough jewels to satisfy her rent for the month. Her team had taken the job, minus Wendy who stayed behind with Charle, thankful for the reprieve after their battle with the dragons that followed the Grand Magic Games. What she wouldn't give for Wendy to be there now…

Lucy's vision blurred as tears again filled her eyes. "Happy?" she cried out meekly for the blue exceed. Even his annoying comments would be better than the eerie silence.

A whimper escaped her lips as she realized she was utterly alone.

She paused in her walking to regain her breath, eyes sweeping over the once green lands of the earth, now no more than ash and charcoal. The air was heavy with the smell of burnt flesh and smoke hung in a haze that partially obscured the moon. What remained of the town stood like skeletons, a barren wasteland, and empty now that destruction had taken whatever the fire didn't. All while the oppressive heat rained down like the breath of hell.

Wrapping her arms around herself, Lucy tried to stop the shaking in her limbs, the silence of the night sending a chill down her spine. Jaw rooted, she realized the town around her reminded her so much of the battle with the dragons - the destruction, the fires, the derelict shells of what remained. The only difference was that there were no battle cries in the distance or bursts of magic energy. There was no one.

Suddenly, she heard it, a voice ringing out over the carnage. "Princess!"

She turned and immediately felt relief at seeing the celestial maiden in the distance. "Virgo!" she breathed, her cracked lips pulling into a smile. Although battered and bruised, her spirit looked relatively unharmed. "You came."

Wide, cerulean eyes gazed at her as Lucy stumbled closer. "Of course," she responded gravely, her voice absent of her usual chipper attitude. She pointed to her left. "I have located the stripper."

A few yards away, Gray sat against corrugated iron, dark blue eyes meeting her own as she approached. "L-Lucy?" he rasped out, wincing as he shifted and blood pooled from a wound to his abdomen. He clutched it tightly, his chest heaving as he drew in shuddering breaths.

She gave him a shaky smile, tears coming to her eyes. "Hey, Gray," she greeted quietly. "I'm so happy you're okay."

He drew his eyes to the ground, his gaze suddenly hard, as he shook his head. "Y-Yeah," he choked out, clenching his hand into a tight fist. "But Erza…"

The celestial mage's stomach dropped as her wide eyes swept the surrounding area, and her gaze finally fell on the crumpled body of their comrade. "Erza!" She staggered over to where her friend lay, her thoughts racing. "Erza!"

Falling to her knees, Lucy crawled to the requip mage's side. Her eyes fixated on Erza's blank stare, her scarlet hair forming a bloody halo around her head. Her armor had been broken beyond repair, laying in shards on the ground beside her, slowly disappearing as its magic faded. "Erza?" she called aimlessly, trying not to think about the ashen color of her skin.

She reached out to brush a stray piece of hair from her cheek. She was cold - the warmth already leaving. Still, Lucy rested her head against her chest, free of its armor, and listened to the empty cavity that held no beating heart. The life that had dwelt within her was gone, and she reluctantly knew what had become of the famous Titania.

"S-She's gone," she whispered brokenly, tears spilling from wide, disbelieving eyes.

"No!" she heard Gray shout from behind her, his voice screaming with denial. "Not Erza! She can't be!"

Lucy swallowed thickly, her mind reeling as she battled to stand. Gray's hysterical cries blurred to a monotonous white noise. Fear suddenly clutched her heart as she murmured, "Natsu," before turning and running toward the last place she thought she had seen the dragon slayer.

"Princess!" Virgo called after her, worried for her mistress's well-being.

"Stay here with Gray!" Lucy instructed over her shoulder, ignoring the agony shooting through her core with every step she took. Tripping and bumbling over the carnage, she continued to shout her partner's name. Brown eyes swept the expanse of the battlefield, searching for any hint of where he may be.

Then she saw it, a flash of pink amidst the brownstone. Among the rubble lay the dragon slayer, covered by a slab broken from a building.

"Natsu!" she yelled, a deep layer of terror in her voice. He laid incredibly still. A twisted piece of shrapnel, cemented to the slab of concrete, pierced his chest, as blood ran freely in thick scarlet rivers before soaking into the fabric of his long overcoat. Lucy fell to her knees and struggled to push the concrete off of him to no avail - her shaking limbs and the growing pain in her shoulder proving just how weak she was.

Onyx eyes turned to look at her, prompting a small smile from her lips. Natsu grinned, and she felt her heart ease for the briefest of moments, until she saw the blood bubbling from his mouth. It slipped down his chin and melted into the white scales of his scarf. Panic gripped her as she quickly pulled his head onto her lap, cradling his broken form.

"Natsu?!"

The fire mage's pink hair stuck to his forehead slick with sweat and so Lucy swept it back, smoothing her fingers through his hair as if that might keep it all together; feeling the coolness of his skin. His natural golden skin had sunken in tone to something so lifeless it scared her just to look at him.

"Help!" she cried out, her eyes lifting to look for a sign of life amongst the wreckage. "Virgo! Gray! Somebody help me!"

"L-Luce…" he spoke, his voice choked with the thick blood that gurgled from his throat.

Her wide eyes turned back to her partner. His body shook in her arms and all she could do was stroke his hair and hold his hand. It barely seemed enough, yet his body calmed with her touch.

"Shh, don't try to talk," she soothed. "It's going to be okay. You're all right. I'm going to fix this, okay? Just hold on."

But as their gazes met, an understanding silently passed between them that she didn't want to believe. They both knew that if it could be fixed, help would already be there, or she would be doing anything other than making promises on her knees.

Her eyes ran over the jagged hole in his chest and she covered it with her trembling hand, watching the dark red trickle over her pale skin. She squeezed her eyes shut to thwart the tears, and leaned down, listening to his breath, shallow and fast, slip from his lips.

"Natsu," she whimpered. "You-You can't-"

He caught her hand and squeezed, a far too feeble touch. "S-Sorry…"

She choked on a gasping sob, shoving the tears from her cheeks. "Natsu… Stop it, please. You're going to be okay. Look at me!" His eyes met hers. "You're going to be okay!"

"D-Didn't mean to make you c-cry." He drew in a sharp intake of air.

She defiantly shook her head. "Don't say that," she admonished fiercely. "Don't talk as if this is the end."

Natsu smiled so briefly with a wide toothy grin, making her heart skip a beat, before his breathing became a noisy rattle. His eyes drifted, becoming half-lidded, and then the light faded from his eyes until they were dark and empty.

Lucy, wide-eyed with incredulity, stared blankly at him, her fingers shakily coming to rest on his cheeks. "N-No," she whispered, blonde hair falling as she shook her head to deny the truth in front of her. She placed a hand over his chest that didn't rise or fall with breath. "No, no, no! Natsu! Come on, you can't do this! You can't die on me!"

She squeezed her eyes shut and buried her face into the crook of his neck, feeling the familiar scales of his scarf rub against her cheek. The celestial mage choked and sputtered through her tears, her anguished cries falling on the ears of the dead. She couldn't breathe or even hear the simplicity of her heart racing in her chest.

The pain was like a knife being twisted in her chest. It shot up fast, erasing every thought from her head and paralyzing her body. Apparently she screamed, but she didn't recall that part, only the pain. Black filled the edges of her vision as the rest of the world fell away, her breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps.

"Lucy!"

Suddenly, arms were around her, pulling her upright on her knees. Orange filled her vision as eyes skewed by azure-tinted glasses glanced over her with concern.

"Loke?" she whispered, vaguely recognizing the lion spirit.

"Hey there, Beautiful," he greeted, granting her a shaky smile. "You scared me there."

He must have come on his own.

"Can you stand?"

She listlessly nodded her head as he assisted her to her feet, curling an arm around her waist. "N-Natsu…" Her voice broke as she gasped on her tears.

"Come on," he coerced her gently, pulling her arm around his shoulders. "We have to get out of here."

Lucy stumbled across the remnants of town feeling utterly numb. Her heart squeezed as she almost fell over, saved only by Loke's presence. He casted worried eyes in her direction, but she ignored him, barely able to string a thought together. They had to get back to the guild, she knew, because that was where Wendy was. The sky dragon slayer could heal their fallen friends. She could save them.

Silently, Lucy tumbled. Loke barely had enough time to shoot out calloused hands. "Lucy!" he called, holding her upright. "Lucy!"

She didn't hear him, feeling as if the breath had been knocked from her lungs. Then all of a sudden, the ground disappeared beneath her feet and she was curled against the lion spirit's chest. "We-We need to get back to the guild," she murmured.

She felt him nod. "Yeah," he agreed. "That's right, Princess."

"They need help. They need to come home."

He stiffened beneath her, but pressed onward. "We'll come back for them," he assured her after a moment. "But we can't carry them all the way there right now. You and Gray are injured. You need Wendy-"

"They need Wendy!" she protested defiantly, her head pounding as if hit by a train. She glared up at him, wincing with fierce brown eyes. "Can't you s-see that? We need to get Wendy! She can heal them!"

Loke spared her a brief glance, his lips pulled into a thin line. She watched his Adam's apple bob up and down as he swallowed thickly. "Okay," he finally accepted. "We'll bring them home, Lucy."

Satisfied with his response that he would save their friends, she let unconsciousness take hold, her last image consisting of Virgo with concerned blue eyes.

[quarterfromcanon]

2019 Fic Writing Roundup

I was tagged by my lovely friend @catty-words.

Total 2019 Word Count: 58,159

Total 2019 Hits: Asdfghjkl; Oh gosh, it’s much harder to tell when the work is only on Tumblr!  I’ll tally up the notes from there to get the closest approximation I can. It looks like there are 174 total (a mix of likes and comments) on the pieces that I posted from this past year.

Other 2019 AO3 Stats: N/A, although I did finally join AO3 *this* year, so next time around there’ll actually be things to put here! :)

Total 2018 Word Count: Published? None. I think I might have tried writing a little bit of something for myself somewhere in there, but I didn’t get back to any kind of public fandom writing until 2019.

Total 2018 Hits: None. What a difference a year can make! I look forward to comparing 2019 to whatever’s yet to come in 2020!

Other 2018 AO3 Stats: N/A

links and titles to 2019 works

Oooh, this is actually a good opportunity to list them chronologically rather than in publication sequence. Let me see if I can get them sorted. (If, however, you’d prefer to read them in the order that they were published, you can click here and simply open the installments in reverse, since Tumblr displays things oldest-to-newest.) All of the following were written for the Crazy Ex-Girlfriend fandom and feature Heather x Valencia as their central pairing.

1. Barrier  [1,385 words] - Following where we last saw them in 1.09, Josh and his friends continue their beach day now sans Rebecca’s presence. Consequently, Valencia’s critical eye falls on the only other woman in their company - Heather.

2. Unexpected [3,003 words] - The conclusion of 1.18 leaves Valencia with a lot of emotional baggage to unpack. As one of West Covina’s most frequented locales, Home Base is the first place that springs to mind where she might chase away her sorrows (or perhaps just air them out verbally while all other involved parties are away at Jayma’s wedding). Heather finds herself pulled into comfort and commiseration despite her efforts to avoid involvement.

3. Lost Control and Tumbled Overboard Gladly [3,265 words] - Heather goes to her parents’ home for the first holiday visit since moving out on her own. She has her new friend Valencia in tow. Sincere conversation and the rare allowance of vulnerability break down Heather’s walls with an ease that takes her by surprise.

4. Such Sweet Nothing [1,362 words] - Valencia and Heather return to V’s apartment after their Labor Day afternoon of story-swapping and quality time together. Valencia revels in the joyful acquirement of the second gal pal of her adult life. Heather contends with the dawning realization that her interest in Valencia may not be purely for friendship.

5. There’s A Reason Not to Want This (But I Forgot) [2,418 words] - Internet sleuthing with Rebecca pulls Valencia right back into a Josh fixation spiral. Heather must also face some unresolved feelings: namely, a crush now so intense it can no longer be denied.

6. Habits [3,599 words] - The desire to protect Valencia’s heart overrides the instinct to shield her own, and so Heather ends the self-imposed avoidance of her company. She arrives on V’s doorstep with a helpful cover story and some unfortunate news that needs to be broken gently.

7. I Want Not to Want Anything [1,314 words] - Heather Davis gets Santa Ana Winded.

8. Breathless [3,673 words] - A talk with Heather about Rebecca’s impending marriage to Josh leads Valencia to reassess what matters to her. A rosé-fueled jaunt to a local green space gives rise to the persistent inkling that what - or rather who - she really wants may be a lot closer to her than she’s ready to admit.

9. No One’s Really Got It Figured Out Just Yet [3,289 words] - Valencia throws the bachelorette party for Rebecca. Gurl Group antics and H+V flirting tactics set to hits from the mid ’90s and 2000s ensue. 

10. Evading [2,207 words] - In the wake of events from 3.05 and 3.06, Heather and Valencia have a much needed heart-to-heart. They put some important truths into words while treading lightly around a few unspoken facts so delicate they’re best left in the margins.

11. How Long Do You Plan to Keep Me at the Back of Your Mind? [2,442 words] - An evening welcoming Valencia’s girlfriend Beth to be an honorary member of the Gurl Group doesn’t go quite as smoothly as planned when Heather has a difficult time harnessing her lingering feelings.

12. You and Me, Always Between the Lines [1,828 words] - Now that she has spoken with all of her immediate family members and closest friends, Valencia is prepared to announce her first romantic relationship with a woman on social media. In Beth’s absence, she seeks the moral support of her best friend. Heather is readily by her side for this next big step in Valencia’s coming out journey.

13. Gradation [2,503 words] - Valencia’s time with Beth is at an end and, in her hour of heartbreak, she returns to the same place for comfort as the previous occasion when she found herself suddenly single: across the bar from Heather.

14. Rough Draft [2,625 words] - Valencia and Heather FINALLY get together. Valencia experiences her own “Oh My God, I Think I Like You” freak out.

15. Strategy [1,212 words] - Heather and Valencia have a stay-at-home date night featuring deliberately cringey pick up lines and tangled limbs on a couch in the dark.

16. Verity [3,834 words] - Heather temporarily resumes her role as Valencia’s assistant coordinator when they plan a vow renewal celebration for Paula and Scott. On this night, the recently remarried couple may not be the only two pouring out their hearts in a room full of loved ones...

17. Different and the Same [1,035 words] - Valencia and Heather just moved into their own place. They spend their first morning there together and make good use of the privacy and freedom this new residence affords.

18. Finishing Touches [1,157 words] - Heather and Valencia personalize the interior of their new living space. The situation soon devolves into paint-splattered hijinks.

19. Patterns in the Light [1,058 words] - Despite the fact that they are literally cohabitating and have professed their feelings for each other, Valencia remains a clumsily flirty nerd and I love her for it. Heather does, too.

20. Sage [1,324 words] - After being trapped in a car with someone she didn’t want to be trapped in a car with, Heather returns covered in a dead woman’s ashes. Valencia’s time as a ghost-beleaguered home energy cleanser has arrived at last. She is uniquely qualified to save the day.

21. Portage [1,707 words] - Heather has plans for a couple’s trip with Valencia. The only obstacle is keeping it a secret between the two of them.

22. The Courage and the Strength I Need [1,957 words] - Valencia struggles during Heather’s business trip because it is their first time apart since becoming a couple. They FaceTime to ease the pain of distance and talk about their future.

23. Wanna Be With You All Alone [1,237 words] - Heather comes back from the aforementioned work travel to find that Valencia has made special welcome home arrangements.

24. Midnight, Fright and Candlelight [1,426 words] - A quiet evening is interrupted by a power outage. Heather and Valencia find a surprisingly wholesome and G-rated way to pass the time. 

25. Next to You [1,550 words] - The big yearly Davis Family Reunion quickly approaches. Valencia prepares to accompany Heather to this event and be introduced to many members of her extended family.

26. Warm Whispers [1,683 words] - Heather and Valencia just want to be all cute and domestic and spend the morning fooling around. Their cats disrupt these pursuits in typical feline fashion.

27. “When We’re Together, Darling, Every Night Is Halloween.” [1,228 words] - Heather and Valencia get ready to attend a Gurl Group Halloween party. Their second annual couple’s costume? Gomez and Morticia Addams. 

28. #afewofmyfavoritethings [2,838 words] - Nathaniel, Rebecca, Valencia, Heather, Paula, Scott, and Tommy all rent a cabin for vacation. This piece follows them through a day of wintertime fun. Pure fluffiness here and I had the best time writing every second of it.

Favorite Fic: Probably #afewofmyfavoritethings. I packed it with elements I personally love and moments I was hoping my new friends in the fandom would like. Plus, it was honestly just so good for my soul to write these characters in a soft world where they could engage in classic snow day activities and enjoy each other’s company.

Hardest Fic: I knew there were a few installments of Femslash February where I wrote whole paragraphs or even pages I didn’t keep/decided to revise, but I was pretty sure I also remembered at least one where I wrote an entire separate piece. My sleep schedule was, shall we say, not advisable during February but it was also easily the most exhilarating month of my year. I tracked down the evidence of that rewrite and it turns out the incident I recalled was for Unusual Kiss (the prompt for Day 4 of FF). The original involved something to do with butterfly kisses because, evidently, my inclination to link Valencia to winged beings knows no bounds. I’ve got to admit that I’m still fond of the concept of Valencia giving Heather a subtle “kiss” during a hug in that painfully frightening time before Beth when she was afraid to outright kiss a woman in any way that couldn’t be dismissed as platonic. There’s a good chance an interaction of that nature could appear somewhere in the full story. I am notoriously drawn to that angst period of undisclosed pining so the temptation is quite strong. Still, I’m glad I used the version I actually posted and saved elements of the first draft for later. Fragments of their conversation from the original will probably make it into the final tale, but I think I prefer to sprinkle them across several exchanges instead of divulging them all at once.

Do You Plan to Take Prompts in 2020? Sort of yes and sort of no. I am participating in the Crazy Ex-Girlfriend Valentine Exchange, which involves a prompt-esque note from the participant each of us were assigned as our guide to spark inspiration for the gift. It’s also possible that there’ll be some writing prompt list posted somewhere along the way just like Femslash February was last year, and I’ll end up wanting to join the fun. Other than that, though, I’ll mainly stick to the one writing project in an effort to hone my focus.

What was the best thing about 2019? I’d definitely say the bonding and interactions with other members of the fandom. The encouragement and support I received from them remains the primary motivation for me to keep writing and chasing after the ongoing goals I set for myself.

What was the worst thing about 2019? The most honest answer that my mind immediately supplied is death of a close relative. While that isn’t the sole reason for the dip in my creative output (especially since there were multiple months between my last published fic and the passing in question), I know it could certainly be counted among the contributing factors to an overarching writing problem I had. Even before my family’s loss, there was a shift in my thought process that only got worse once there was more on my plate in my personal life. There were many times I sat down wanting to write again but it felt too difficult and intimidating to commit words to the page. I couldn’t seem to transfer them from my mind to the keyboard and I’d invariably switch to doing something else. I developed this terrible internal conviction that insisted the larger fic I wanted to write wouldn’t work as well as the shorter installments. That gnawing insecurity would have me believe one month’s worth of well-received efforts was already such a marvel that anything beyond that point was somehow pushing my luck. Where did the mental voice originate and why couldn’t I shake it? It’s difficult to parse out but what I do know is that I’ve firmly decided 2020 is going to be a year I put it on silent. I know what it’ll mean to me for everything that’s been floating in my head to finally be told in one cohesive format, and to have the satisfaction of giving my favorite characters the ending my heart says they deserve. It’s a sense of closure that’s worth the pursuit.

Any last thoughts for 2019? The bad parts of the last twelve months made me want to essentially say “good riddance” to the year, but the good parts were far too treasured to wish all of 2019 away. I am so grateful for the new people I met and friendships that solidified during that time. I especially owe my most heartfelt appreciation to @catty-words, @notbang, and @monaiargancoconutsoy. Thank you for everything. <3

Goals for 2020

Finish. The. Fic.

I believe everyone I know who writes fanfic has already been tagged but, if you haven’t gotten the chance to look back over your writing year, by all means, use these questions to give it a go! :)

[eirian-houpe]

The Library Beneath the Clock Tower - Chapter 8

Fandom: Once Upon a Time (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Belle/Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold, Belle/Gaston (Once Upon a Time)

Characters: Belle (Once Upon a Time), Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold, Red Riding Hood | Ruby, Widow Lucas | Granny, Grumpy | Leroy, Maurice | Moe French, Evil Queen|Regina Mills, Merida (Once Upon A Time)

Additional Tags: Bookshop On the Corner, slightly AU, Cursed Storybrooke (Once Upon a Time), Alternate Universe - In Storybrooke | Cursed (Once Upon a Time), Eventual Smut

Summary: Storybrooke has no library, and neither does Belle, not since the library where she worked in Boston discovered her past as an inpatient at a mental hospital. Taking her future into her own hands, Belle travels to Storybrooke where her intention is to open up the town library, but all does not go according to her plan. Obstacles and false starts, and diversion along very wrong pathways interrupt her journey toward fulfilling her dream, as well as taking her rightful place and becoming a part of the Storybrooke community.

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[Chapter 1]  [Chapter 2]  [Chapter 3]  [Chapter 4]  [Chapter 5]  [Chapter 6]  [Chapter 7]

Chapter 8 - A fly in the Ointment

After an evening spent celebrating that things were finally coming together for her, Belle decided that she would make a start on cleaning up in the library the very next day. The sooner she had the place clean, the sooner she could open, and the sooner she could begin serving the people of Storybrooke and finding her place in the little town she had - though she wasn’t quite ready to admit it - already fallen in love with.

A hearty breakfast, followed by a trip to the local hardware store for buckets and cleaning supplies soon had her more than ready for a day of cleaning and dusting, and she unlocked the library and stepped inside with a spring in her step; for the first time in a long time, she found herself humming a little tune. She began by uncovering the windows, at least the ones that were only covered with newspaper.  She might need help removing the boards from the outside of the other windows, and made a mental note to speak with Leroy, to ask for his help one more time.

With a little natural light coming in through the front windows now, to soften the artificial light from overhead, she turned to survey all the work she had ahead of her, and try to decide where to begin. She decided that dusting the desk, and then sweeping and mopping the floors would be the place to start, and without wasting any more time she lost herself in the task.

She was so engrossed in her work that she didn’t hear the door open, announcing the arrival of a visitor, and so jumped when the woman’s voice sounded behind her, almost causing her to hit her head on the lip of the circulation desk which she had been scrubbing clean.

“Well, isn’t this a hive of industry.”

Belle made a small sound of surprise and then spun around, scrubbing brush still in hand to see Mayor Mills standing with her arms folded, looking somehow offended.

“Madam Mayor,” Belle greeted her, offering an apologetic smile for not extending her hand for a handshake, as covered in grime as she already was. “I’m afraid it will be a few days, perhaps a week before I can open the library again. A while at least.”

“On that we are in agreement,” the mayor said, her voice frosty, and Belle did not miss the fact.

“I’m sorry, I--”

“I would have thought that you’d do me the courtesy of calling into my office before you began what may very well turn out to be a pointless gesture.” Mayor Mills said. “Do you think the town of Storybrooke would allow just anyone to work in a municipal position without going through the proper hiring procedures?”

“Mayor Mills, I--”

“You may hold the lease on the building,” the mayor said, her voice clipped as she added darkly and pointedly, “for now... but that doesn’t necessarily mean that I find you qualified for the position of librarian. Until I’m convinced - however much it seems the people of this town want a library - I’m afraid I won’t be able to release any municipal funding for the running of the building.  No utilities, no operating budget, and certainly no salary.”

“But--” Belle stammered, trying to get a word in edgewise, but Mayor Mills was on a roll, and Belle could tell that - for whatever reason it was that she appeared to hate her - that she was revelling in this little dressing down that she was giving.

“Not to mention there’s paperwork to be completed, which, if you’d checked in at my office before running off half cocked and thinking you could sidestep the regulations in your haste to get your own way, in spite of my having already turned down your proposition in the first place.”

She paused then, leaving Belle breathless and all but gaping at the vitriol with which the mayor was addressing her, and not knowing at all what to say.

“Well?” Mills went on, a touch of impatience in her voice now. “Nothing to say, Miss Marchland?”

Belle took a breath, and finally found the where-with-all to speak. “Madam Mayor,” she began, “As you recall, when I first approached you with my proposal concerning the opening of the library, I gave you all my credentials, and a written application that I had been given by your office.”

“I recall,” Mayor Mills sniffed with added irritation, “However there were two important pieces of your paperwork missing Miss Marchland, and without them, we can’t move forwards.”

“And they are?” Belle asked then, her own irritation rising in place of her startled intimidation as she recognised all too clearly the red tape with which the mayor was attempting to bind her. She had spent or allocated almost all of her severance pay to reimburse Leroy for what he’d already paid, and ensure the next sixth month’s rent on the property. The last thing she needed was some jumped up, full of herself, self proclaimed mistress of the town turning her dreams to ash.

“I shall need a sealed copy of your college transcript,” Mills informed her loftily, and then as if casually, added, “Oh, and of course a copy of the discharge papers from the hospital in Boston.”

“You--”

“Ah, ah, Miss Marchland,” Mills cut her off, “We don’t want to go throwing unpleasant names at each other now do we.”  She smiled icily, “I may well be a bitch, as no doubt you were about to say, but around here, I’m the bitch, so… it’s your choice: the paperwork, or no library.”

“You’ll have your paperwork,” Belle snapped, her tone part way between petulance and fury.

“Excellent,” Mayor Mills said with a smile, but her smile did not reach her eyes. “Then we’ll not have a problem, will we.”  Then as if she just remembered, she added, “Oh, and I’ll need that within the next forty-eight hours. That won’t be a problem, will it?”

“What!” Belle cried out, actually taking a step toward the mayor and brandishing her scrubbing brush as though it were a sword. “You know damn well that’s practically impossible.”

“Well, if you’d come to me in the first place, as you should have, I could have told you all of this in advance,” the Mayor said, her icy smile still on her lips. “But, well… I’m sure you’re a resourceful young woman, certainly manipulative, if nothing else.”

“Manipulative?” Belle frowned, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Don’t play coy with me, Miss Marchland,” Mayor Mills said, “I think we both know exactly what I mean. So… forty-eight hours.  I look forward to receiving your paperwork - or not.”

Belle watched, both confused and agape as the mayor turned on her heels and headed for the door, where she turned back and with a great deal of spite in her tone said, “Excellent work on cleaning the place up, by the way.  If the Library doesn’t work out, I’m sure someone will take you on as a fine domestic servant… little maid. ”

Then she was gone, the library door swinging closed behind her and in frustration Belle threw the scrubbing brush into the bucket, splashing suds and water over the floor, and allowing herself just a few moments of panic as something in the way the mayor had said the word maid sent a strange shiver down her spine.

[onthesandsofdreams]

Immortals After Dark

Fandom: BBC Sherlock & Doctor Who Pairing: Sherlock x Amy Rating: T Summary: They say that supernatural creatures don’t mingle. That their very nature makes them stand against each other, that they have little patience for each other’s kind. That they annoy each other, that if they lived in closed proximity they would end up killing each other.

Well, they’re right. Mostly.

And this is the story about Amelia Jessica Pond, a vampire and Sherlock Holmes an immortal. Of how they went from roommates who argued like it was their solemn duty to  a love worthy of a legend Words: 1320 Notes: For my pal, @mousedetective, who writes amazing Pondlock and gifted me with the prompt. Thanks! Chapter 1 out of ?

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They say that supernatural creatures don’t mingle. That their very nature makes them stand against each other, that they have little patience for each other’s kind. That they annoy each other, that if they lived in closed proximity they would end up killing each other.

Well, they’re right. Mostly.

And this is the story about Amelia Jessica Pond, a vampire and Sherlock Holmes an immortal. Of how they went from roommates who argued like it was their solemn duty to  a love worthy of a legend.

*****

Amelia Jessica Pond was considering walking into the rising sun and let herself become ashes. Why in all of the bloody hells did Sherlock not respect house rules? He had done it again. She had arrived home with a couple of packages of blood, but when she went to place them in her part of the fridge, she found a severed head and other things.

Admittedly, Sherlock was a halfway decent roommate. For the most part, he minded his own business and on occasion, he would ask her to join in some detective work. But there were days (and nights) that she wondered why did she not move out.

And then she would remember why she didn’t: her last two roommates had been mortal. And mortal that they had been, their lives had been vastly different, one had fallen in love with another mortal and moved out. The other died of old age and she was left alone. Which is something she hated. Ever since her turning, she hated being alone. And she refused to move with another vampire, that would only end in disaster.

Which had brought her to her current living situation, she had found about Sherlock by chance. It had been posted in the special section of the newspaper, that one that only supernatural creatures bought. It said: Immortal looking for another immortal/supernatural roommate, that doesn’t mind a bit of mess and the violin, reduced rent, there are house rules, but everything’s fair. Contact Sherlock Holmes 221-B Baker Street. And a phone number.

And she jumped at the chance.

When she met Sherlock, she had been wary. She knew that immortals had the annoying ability to drive everyone up the walls. She’d been warned by a fellow vampire, “They feel above us Amy.” Rory had said.

And Sherlock had not disappointed. Because the moment that she had sat down in front of him, Sherlock had gone and used his deduction to correctly guess why she wanted an immortal roommate. It had shocked her, to say the least and – if she was honest with herself – she found it both amazing and annoying. Amazing that someone could be so perceptive, that he was able to pinpoint some things she’d rather keep hidden. Annoying because, well, he was an arrogant bastard. So sure of himself and she disliked how he seemed to treat everyone as if they were inferiors. She didn’t like that and she told him so. “You’re so arrogant, why bother with a roommate?”

Instead of answering her question, Sherlock, simply grinned and offered the extra key to the flat. “I think I could live with you Amelia Jessica Pond.” After that, he stood up and left.

She had snarled after him and promised herself that no matter what, she would never moved in with him. Because she would rather be alone, than with someone as arrogant and annoying as he was. Sherlock didn’t seemed fazed, only arched an eyebrow. She kept her face in a snarl.

But spoiler alert: She moved in with him.

*****

The flat was nice, Sherlock had a bit of mess as he had forewarned her, but she didn’t mind. She could see herself living in the flat, she could see herself befriending the landlady, a charming old woman who reprimanded Sherlock for the mess. She had loved her instantly.

Mrs. Hudson had made it clear that she wasn’t a cleaning or cooking lady. “Don’t worry, Mrs. Hudson, I don’t eat. And I have hand, I can pick up my mess.” She was quick to reassure her.

Sherlock… now that was a man whom she would have to come to at least tolerate. He could be a right arse, he was a wise-up know-it-all, smarter than just about everyone and unfortunately, he knew it. She usually didn’t like arrogance, but there was something about Sherlock that made it tolerable.

Sherlock had told her what he did for a living, in fact, he had shown off by guessing many things about her. “People are Scotland Yard… they’re useless.”

She had arched an eyebrow and gave him a dubious look. “Surely, not everyone?” She would know, she had on occasion helped at Scotland Yard’s supernatural division. “I work there on the supernatural side of things.”

The look that Sherlock gave her had her scowling. He clearly thought she wasn’t good enough. “Lestrade is not half bad,” he said.

Greg? Greg Lestrade? Huh, she didn’t think he knew of Greg. She liked Greg and he was a good man. Maybe is Sherlock could at least recognize that, he wasn’t that bad.

“But his team brings him down a notch or two.”

Or maybe not.

*****

Their first argument (real one) had happened a week in.

It had been one of those nights. One of those were everything that could go wrong, went wrong. She arrived at the flat bone tired, nearly falling asleep and rushing forward hoping that she would make it at least half an hour before the sun went up.

When she arrived home, she found Sherlock at the small kitchen table, mixing something and immediately, she was on high alert. “What are you doing?”

“Trying to see if I can make a new formula for a small explosive,” Sherlock answered.

“Are you out of your mind?!” She rushed forward, trying to see what she could find to extinguish any flames that might come up. Because as much as Sherlock liked experimenting (something she realized pretty quickly), he could be wrong. “Do you not have someplace else to do this?”

Sherlock looked at her like she was out of her mind, “At ease Amelia, I’m 75% this won’t explode on us.” No sooner than he spoke, a small boom happened, sending Sherlock backwards.

Fortunately for her, her vampire reflexes were quite quick, she moved away, but she could not avoid getting splattered with a viscous liquid. “Gross,” she said as she tried to wipe it away from her face. “Sherlock, please, go to bed.” She hissed, vampire nature coming up.

“And leave this? I’ve only just noticed that I can thicken the liquid and it could work as a proper explosive, an opening device... now if I could only made sure it wasn’t as loud.”

She stared at him. He had to be messing with her, had to. “Are you serious?!” She hissed, vampire instincts still on the surface. “You nearly blew the kitchen and got us killed and you want to make more?”

Sherlock shrugged. “The night is young.”

She resisted the urge to smack him around, to test how far his immortality would go. She closed her eyes, “I am going to sleep, the sun’s coming up already I can sense it. But I’m telling you Sherlock, if you wake me up with another explosion, I...”

“Will make my life a living hell, I’m sure,” Sherlock dissmissed her with a smile and simply went back to his calculations.

“I mean it Sherlock,” A snarl this time. “I will end you.” She didn’t give him a chance to reply, instead, she stomped upstairs to her room, grabbed a towel and her pajamas and took a quick bath, letting the water wash away all the grime of the day.

Then, she all but fell onto her bed, she could feel sleep drawing her further, the sun was rising fast, then.

That night, as she slept, she dreamt of Sherlock’s smile.

[dearjaredkleinam]

To The Tucks

For @long-road-to-santafe

Alternate ending to Tuck Everlasting where Winnie goes back to the Tucks after 6 years

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Jesse tuck had waited six years for this day. He woke as he normally did, from the sun streaming in from the small window across his bedroom in the tiny inn he had rented for a few nights. He never stayed anywhere long, so the inns made easy switches between places possible. The moment his eyes opened there was a turning in his chest. Today is the day.

Mere hours later he stood on a train station platform with the words “TREE GAP NEW HAMPSHIRE” etched in a swirling script above the doorframe. He looked around at the all too familiar platform, recognizing some faces, some new. He pulled his jacket collar up to his ears, blocking anyone’s ability to have a good clear look at his face.

Stepping out into the July air gave Jesse a sense of freedom. Closing his eyes he let the sun splash over his cheeks, illuminating the gentle scattering of freckles over the bridge of his nose. A deep breath of the air cleansing his lungs, and centring him I’m the midst of his chaotic surroundings. The waiting is over.

The sound of the woods around him were all too familiar. A sense of home washed over him as he ran his fingers over tree trunks, and through bushes, drinking in the moment. He took his time getting to where he needed to go. The spring would always be there, and now... so will Winnie.

The moment he reaches the spring his stomach is doing flips. Today Winnie will join him forever. Today Jesse Tuck will no longer live alone forever in the world. His partner in crime will always be there to help him along.

He sits at the trunk of the all too familiar ash tree tracing the faint outline of the T he had carved years ago. Memories of the day he drank himself to immortality flooding his mind. He can almost see the scene playing out in front of him. He and Miles sprinting for the spring, saying something about “dying of thirst”. He chuckled to himself shaking his head.

He doesn’t know how long he waits by that tree. The sun is beginning to work past it’s peak in the sky as Jesse switches from his sitting position, to pacing back and forth. Since shedding his thick outer jacket he continues to sweat nervously. Is Winnie coming? Did she get rid of the water he had given her 6 years ago? He begins to panic. He is as alone as he’s been for all these years, now with a sense of emptiness inside him.

What was he thinking? No one in their right mind would be willing to drink the water. Winnie wanted a real life.

He began to pull on his coat, fighting the tears that were threatening to spill from his eyes. Shrugging on his bag, turning on his heel to leave this town and never return when something falls from his pocket. A small black box.

He gingerly plucks it off the ground, opening the lid. In sits, enveloped in velvet, a small silver band with a shining diamond in the centre. The first of many amazing things he wanted to give to Winnie. A ring.

Anger. Fury. Sadness. It all hits him at once. How could he have been so stupid? So naive? So selfish?

Jesse is so lost in his own thoughts that he almost missed the gentle sound of a music box behind him.

He turns to see the sparkling mane of red hair, draping down her shoulders. The gentle curls framing her face, perfectly suited with her green dress. Not the dark green he’d last seen her in so long ago, but a soft almost blue-green. It was beautiful. She’d grown into her body, that had now become much more mature. The draping of her dress held onto the curves of her hips delicately. He wasn’t sure if this was real.

“Jesse, you don’t look a day over 108.”

He chuckles, meeting her green eyes with his brown. He ran a hand through his hair attempting to comb through the knots that had set in during the day, while simultaneously feeling a blush rise to his cheeks. He’d known that Winnie would grow into a beautiful young woman, but he never could have predicted the beauty of the girl in front of him.

“I didn’t think you were coming,” he whispers.

“I almost didn’t. I sat all day just listening to Mae’s music box, going back and forth in my mind.” She takes a step towards him closing the lid of the box, running her fingers over the top gently.

He mimics her step, carefully, as if she were an animal in the forest he were watching. He can hear his heart pounding in his ears.

“It always came back to you, Jesse.”

His breathing quickens as he fights the wide grin that wants to set on his lips. He takes another step.

“I waited all this time for you. His whisper is barely audible over the pounding of his heart in his ears.

She gives a small giggle, her eyes casting down to her simple nude shoes.

“Let’s stop waiting then.”

Jesse can’t avoid the smile that spreads across his face. He thinks he may look absolutely crazy, but with Winnie he doesn’t mind.

They make their way to the spring, stooping to scoop the water into the empty vile from Winnie’s music box.

“After Hugo brought me home I may have dumped the water on my toad,” she blushes, obviously embarrassed.

“It’s okay, you were,” Jesse pauses laughing at the thought of an immortal toad, “only eleven.”

They stand together, hand in hand, Winnie looking at the vile of water, Jesse at Winnie.

“Winnie, there’s something I want to give you first.”

He reaches into his pocket and reveals the ring to her.

“Six years ago we said that we would get married. I wasn’t kidding. I want to be able to spend the rest of my life really with you, more than just partners in crime. Winnie Foster, will you marry me?”

After a brief pause of shock a smile appears across her lips, a single tear running down her cheek. She nods quickly reaching out for Jesses hand. If someone had told Jesse 50 years ago that this would happen, he would have never believed them.

He slips the ring on her finger, lacing their hands together, while running his thumb over her knuckles. Gently, he kissed the back of her hand, almost as if her could break her at any moment. Vile if water still in her hand, she gently pulls Jesse toward her, placing her left hand on his shoulder, their chests impossibly close. He was sure she could feel every beat his heart made, every flutter of butterflies in his chest, every breath he took.

Impulsively, his hand reaches up to cup her cheek, running his fingers over her jaw. He sees her leaning in towards him, eyes closed.

When their lips collide, the world around them slips away. In that moment it’s just them in the beginning of their steps to a whole world of adventures. She tugs him even closer by the collar of his jacket, bringing him back to earth. Whatever just happened was magical, nothing Jesse had ever experienced before in his life.

They pull away from each other, Winnie’s eyes still closed, a small serene smile on her face. The science that follows is anything but comfortable as Winnie connects their hands again, giving a slight squeeze. “I love you, Jesse Tuck.”

“I love you too,” he beams.

His eyes fall back to the vile, “are you ready?”

She nods, taking a shaky breath. Holding the water to the light shining through the leaves in the trees she can see how clear it is, unnaturally clear. Her stomach is doing flips, and her heart is racing.

“Hey,” Jesse whispers, “I’m right here, okay? I always will be, and I’ll never let anything bad happen to you. Not in a million years.”

She squeezes his hand once more and turns back to the vile.

With one last breath before drinking she quietly announces, “to the Tucks.”

She drinks.

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My first fic and it took me over a week to do so I hope it does justice 💕

Also the Tuck fandom needs more fanfic

Feel free to send in any more requests

[setoangel01-fanfiction]

April Fool’s!

Fandom: Sing 2016

Pairing: Johnny x Ash (Jash)

Rated: T

Story Summary: Ash plays a few pranks on Johnny to celebrate April 1st but it doesn't all go exactly as planned.

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A03

Fair to say, living with Johnny was MUCH better than living with Lance had ever been.

Johnny was a very clean individual. Both in his own personal hygiene and always picking up after himself (already a vast improvement over a certain asshole ex), gladly completed his fair share of the household chores, paid half the rent and bills early, cooked dinner without nearly burning the apartment down, was happy to grocery shop with her where he always paid for both of their food, didn't hog the covers, kissed her goodnight while smelling like fresh mint toothpaste rather than the remains of dinner, and wasn't afraid to be really damn cuddly on those extra cold nights (or in general).

He was also gorgeous, muscular, and an absolute dynamo in the sack but that was beside the point.

Let's just say Johnny being her boyfriend and them making the step to move in together (after more than a year of dating) was perhaps the greatest decision of her life.

That doesn't mean she wasn't against messing with him though and what a better time than today - April Fool's Day.

Yet another holiday she didn't celebrate much because it was yet another that Lance typically despised. Whenever Ash tried to prank him, he ended up angry or huffy; calling her childish and his overall demeanor was a bit more exciting than a wet paper sack when it came to harmless pranks.

That was then, this was now.

Unlike Lance, Johnny had gusto; a zest for life. Not at all afraid to try new things and he never had gotten upset with her. Which if you knew some of the stuff she did over their time together, she probably deserved it on more than one occasion but Johnny just gave a patient smile and helped her clean up whenever she'd made a mess. It was either when she was trying to cook, or dropping a new jar of pickles because of wet paws, and the few little pranks she pulled like drawing on his face and chest with a Sharpie when she spiked his eggnog during one of Mike's wild Christmas Parties.

It was a beautiful thing really.

Ash was adamant to enjoy this day and what better way than starting with mayonnaise in the toothpaste tube?

4:00 am

The porcupine looked to her left where Johnny lay still dead asleep. The covers at his waist; back rising and falling with steady breaths.

Ash smiled at the sight before silently climbing out of bed and heading to the bathroom to grab the toothpaste tube than the kitchen to start her devious plans. It may cost her a night of sleep, but she knew it was going to be worth it.

6:15 am

Ash feigned sleep; trying her damnedest to remain quiet as she heard Johnny let out a deep groan. His weight jostling the bed slightly as he rolled onto his back and let out a yawn, the slight growl leaving his throat as he stretched his arms over his head. She'd seen him do it enough to know that was the first thing he did when he awoke.

Suddenly all too aware of the weight of his eyes upon her face before she couldn't help but flinch as his lips suddenly brushed her cheek. Experiencing his constant sweetness made her feel kinda bad about what she was about to put him through today.

Johnny nuzzled his face against her cheek, nose brushing over her ear before his incredible warmth was suddenly gone. Ash listened intently. Johnny putting his legs over the side of the bed to put his pants on before he stood up. Footsteps rather quiet as he made his way to the direction of their bathroom.

Ash fought a smirk when the sound of the door closed.

"BLECK!" Johnny suddenly yelled, "Is this bloody mayonnaise!? Blugh!" muted sounds of him spitting and gagging filled her ears and Ash burrowed further into the covers to cover the few breathy giggles that escaped.

6:30 am

Finished with his shower, Johnny opened the door, the barest hints of steam and freshness filling the air around her as Ash made a big show of waking up. Stretching her arms over her head before her eyes fluttered open to see her very nude, very wet boyfriend.

As pleasant of a vision it was, it was more satisfying to know her other planned work.

"Johnny?" she asked innocently, her eyes gently skirting over a drip of water that cascaded down his heaving chest. Because damn, who could help themselves?

"Um…where's the towels?" he asked, kept glancing down at his bare feet where the carpet was starting to get soaked from his dripping pelt.

"Oops, yeah - they're in the laundry." Ash replied with a high-pitched yawn; perhaps overplaying the part a bit too much but she didn't care. She hoped she adjusted their bedskirt enough to hide the pile of clean towels folded underneath the bed.

"Oh." Johnny seemed a bit confused at first, the cutest expression lifting his brow ridges in thought but they fell quickly.

Ash watched as he looked around for a bit and decided to slink back into the bathroom and came out a few seconds later with his pile of dirty clothes where he was trying to dry off as much as possible with his discarded shirt he wore yesterday. It seemed to work well enough and Ash relaxed back into the covers and waited.

6:45 am

Drying himself off as much as possible, Johnny finally got underwear and jeans on, his hair still drooping forward slightly as he went back into the bathroom where Ash was up and brushing her teeth. Smiling around her toothbrush where she'd put toothpaste from a hidden tube atop it.

Johnny caught her actions and had a quizzical look before he muttered, "…does the toothpaste taste okay to you?"

"Hmm?" making sure to have a confused stare plastered on her face, "Uh, yeah." she answered around the brush making sure to furrow her brows. "Minty." Ash finished with a bright smile, the toothpaste bubbles causing her to talk with a slight mumble.

Johnny looked confounded by her answer.

"Why?" she asked cheekily.

"...no reason." he chuckled lightly; letting go of the topic fairly quickly. Brown eyes averted from her as he made his way to reach underneath their sink and pulling out the hairdryer.

As Johnny plugged it in, Ash hid another smirk by spitting in the sink and rinsing out her mouth.

With the sound of the hairdryer turning on, Ash braced herself when there was a sudden cloud of baby power that whooshed out and filled the bathroom.

"GACK!" Johnny spazzed, coughing and hacking before quickly powering it off where Ash turned around to see the scene with widened eyes.

"What the hell, Johnny?!" Ash freaked out quite convincingly as she flailed halfheartedly to get the powder off of her. Now having to bite the inside of her cheek to keep out from howling in laughter when she turned and her boyfriend's luxurious black pelt was now covered in a fine white powder. His brown eyes popping open giving the stark contrast to his now perfectly white canvas. He looked like an albino gorilla and it was possibly the cutest fucking thing she'd ever seen.

The confusion lacing his face was priceless; Ash was now wishing she set up a camera to further savor this moment. Johnny stared down at the device, shaking his head to dislodge some from his face and it just misted everywhere.

"Johnny!" Ash screeched as she was misted with a powdery spray.

"Sorry, Love…I - I don't know what happened…" Johnny sounded positively confounded as he looked back down in the under-sink cabinet and there lay a container of baby powder knocked on it's side right by where the hairdryer was stored.

"Oh…bollocks." he grumbled as Ash inwardly celebrated another victory.

This time, Ash helped him clean up, vacuuming the powder up and wiping down the surfaces with a damp cloth. Sure, it sucked away an hour of time but damn, was it worth it.

8:30 am

"Would you like some eggs?" Johnny asked with his head in the fridge.

"No thanks, baby." Ash replied before taking another languid sip of her coffee and turning another page of the local paper; yet another perfect thing to hide behind.

"If you change your mind just let me know."

"Sure thing."

Ash surreptitiously took a few peeks; watching him from the corner of her eye as her next plan was being set into motion.

Johnny grabbed the carton of eggs and orange juice from the fridge. Placing them aside before grabbing a skillet and putting it over the flame with a few clicks from the stove. Ash smiled hearing him hum out a familiar tune as he put in a few slices of bread into the toaster and poured a glass of orange juice as he awaited for the pan to get hot.

Everything that boy did was way too cute. It almost made her feel bad about all her tricks today…almost.

Once the pan was thoroughly heated, Johnny opened the carton of eggs and cracked a few against the side of the pan and cracked open the shell only to be greeted with cooked egg white. The hard-boiled egg breaking and parts of the cooked yolk plopping into the skillet with a small sizzle.

The bewildered look that crossed his face had her hiding behind the paper, her bottom lip in a death grip as she valiantly bit back the laugh that almost escaped. It only got better as he kept going through the whole carton and kept getting the same result aside from the last three eggs which she left uncooked.

When Johnny joined her from across the small dining table she put the paper down and smiled at him. His lip worried between his teeth.

"Something wrong?" Ash asked, reaching over to steal a triangle of toast from his plate and nibbling on its buttery edge with all the innocence she could muster.

"Huh? Oh. No." he said behind a chuckle, "We just need more eggs is all." he answered with a shrug before starting to eat - obvious confusion still apparent by his furrowed brows.

"Sure. I'll put it on the list." Ash smiled into another bite of toast.

Operation breakfast complete.

2:30 pm

Ash gave Johnny a few hour reprieve.

Still wanted to keep him wondering and she feared if she bombarded him constantly today like she wanted to, he'd catch on. In a great wave of luck, Johnny seemed to be none the wiser or even the least bit suspicious of her activities. He did seem a bit lost in his head (which probably had to do with his solo performance at the Moon Theater next week) so it all worked out greatly in her favor for her upcoming plans.

The harmless pranks she'd been planning had gone well so far but she was running out of ideas and wished she'd prepared more last night. It was hard to do much now that he was around and she could easily be caught yet she still had a few tricks up her sleeve.

Ash sat on the floor of the living room, her guitar in her lap as she played a few notes to a new song she was writing. Johnny was nearby in front of the piano practicing for earlier mentioned set. It was a quiet afternoon thus far and Ash glanced at her clock; her boyfriend's schedule almost memorized and it was about time for his afternoon tea.

"Such a stereotypical Brit." she thought with a small smile; suddenly hearing his playing stop and the piano bench squeaked loudly as he moved to stand up.

Just on time…

The few sounds from the kitchen went off as usual. The water filling a kettle the whistle when it went off and Johnny humming as he poured the hot water atop the tea bag; the scent of brewed tea filling the air. The final noise one of the sugar jar opening and him getting a few spoons of sugar and plopping them into the cup before the clink of him stirring them in. The sounds were comfortingly familiar but the abrupt, "BLECK!" Johnny spewed.

It was apparent this wasn't the norm.

"...I-Is this salt?!" Johnny groaned from the other room, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand in obvious disgust.

Showtime.

"It is?" Ash sounded surprised as she placed her guitar aside; walked into the kitchen where he'd just taken a big swig of saltwater tea.

"Yes!" it was almost accusatory and Ash worried for a second he'd figured it out but she was quick to cover her bases.

"Wait. Aren't you the one who filled them yesterday?" Ash furrowed her brows slightly, arms crossed as if daring him to blame her for this. The last thing she wanted to do was give herself away.

It dawned on him slowly as he thought back. Indeed he had even if he didn't know she switched the contents of the containers last night when he was fast asleep.

"...Oh…Yeah, you're right. Oops. Guess I've been distracted as of late. Heh." Johnny chuckled, scratching the back of his head in slight embarrassment. "Sorry, I-I'm just glad it was me and not you."

The sincerity in his voice couldn't help but feel slightly awful. Johnny was just far too sweet even as she was doing all of these less than kind things to him without his knowledge.

Yet it didn't stop her from continuing her April Fool's Day fun. It only came once a year after all.

5:00 pm

After yet another successful prank after a rather uneventful dinner (other than a squirt of vinegar in Johnny's lemonade) Ash sat at the couch rather proud of herself as Johnny went around the house searching for a non-existent spider.

"Where could it have gone?" Johnny grumbled.

Ash smirked, recalling her own dramatic performance. Freaking out when seeing the ghost spider and running from the kitchen in an utter panic - screaming hysterically for Johnny to kill it. Him being the protective boyfriend instantly went in there to do exactly as she asked.

Even if there wasn't a spider at all.

Yeah, it wasn't exactly a prank but she was running out of ideas. Innocent ones anyway and she wasn't about to put itching powder in his boxers, "Devil's crotch" hot sauce in the mouthwash, or using ketchup to fake a bloody cut as she cut up something for dinner so she had to settle for more tame pranks. She loved him too much to potentially hurt him either physically or emotionally (which seeing her hand covered in blood would definitely cause him).

"I don't know but it was so fucking huge!" Ash shuttered, wrapping her arms around herself and further burrowing into the left corner of the couch. She could be a great actress when she wanted to be.

Johnny sighed, eyes darting here and there before meeting hers.

"Well, if you see it again, let me know. Maybe just put a cup over it or something next time. Makes it a little easier to find those little buggers." Johnny replied, slight frustration leeching out from his heavily-accented voice.

"Yeah. Sorry." Ash chuckled.

"It's alright." Johnny smiled while walking over to her and plopping next to her on the couch.

Both sitting side by side for a bit before Johnny glanced over at her. Ash watched eagerly as he leaned against her for a minute, lowering himself to give her cheek a languid kiss as his hand moved to tenderly cupped her face while doing so. When his lips vacated her cheek, Ash smiled, breaking character for a minute to grasp at his face. Placing her mouth over his for a few stolen moments.

Once she pulled back and released him, he smiled at her.

Pushing his forehead against hers in a gentle nuzzling motion which had her giggling against his mouth. Ash couldn't help but kiss him again, lips lingering longer this time and he tilted his head to even deepen it further. Johnny pulled back a few moments later and she was prepared to close the distance when he spoke.

"You going to be okay here for yourself for awhile?" Johnny asked suddenly and to say she was surprised was a sore understatement.

"What?" she asked, fingers still desperately clutching his green sweater; kinda disappointed their impromptu kissing wasn't leading to other things.

"I'm gonna run to the store real quick to get a couple things we need. Didn't know if I should leave you here alone with the spider or would you like to come with me?" Johnny offered but once she glanced down at her attire or lack there of (just a tank-top and panties on), she realized she really didn't want to get dressed.

"You know we need eggs and that milk went bad even if the date was fine."

Ash had to admit that perhaps putting vinegar in the milk was not the best idea even if it was funny seeing the look on his face as he poured the chunky substance over a bowl of cereal.

"More more sugar perhaps I should buy some Raid for next time…" Johnny continued; he must have mentioned/listed more things when she was thinking of her vinegar prank.

"Sounds good." Ash covered her tracks, listing her arm so she could languidly run a finger to trace down his sternum kinda hoping he'd stay here a little longer. "You need to go right away?" Ash muttered, leaning into him and brushing small kisses along his abdomen.

"Hmm…" he seemed unsure for a second before she continued, "Yeah. I better head out before traffic gets too bad. Sure you'll be alright?" Johnny asked.

"Yeah." Ash replied and hoped she didn't sound too enthusiasm about him stepping out for a bit. It would give her more time to set more stuff up after all.

Johnny just smiled, giving her another kiss before standing back up. Putting on his leather jacket and shoes before heading out the front door of their apartment with a wave.

7:15 pm

Ash began getting a little antsy by the time Johnny returned through the door.

"What took you so long?" Ash asked in a huff, barely concealed relief lacing her voice. She hated when he took too long - always worrying about him even if she knew he was most certainly okay. She also hated calling his phone when she worried out of not wanting to sound desperate or a worry-wart.

Ash was just glad he was home.

"Traffic was nuts." Johnny explained as way of explanation, brushing a few scattered snowflakes off his jacket, the brown paper grocery bags perched in his arms as he kicked off his shoes so he wouldn't track any debris on their carpet.

Ash followed him into the kitchen, allowing herself to take a few deep breaths by the time he deposited the bags onto their dining room table. She climbed onto a chair and watched as Johnny began emptying the bags and all the items on their list were revealed one after another as he began placing them onto the wooden table.

"Are the roads slick?" Ash asked when the silence became too much.

"Not really. The snow is still coming down pretty good but it isn't sticking. Let's hope it's the last time this year." Johnny answered as he went back and forth between putting items in their cupboard and fridge.

"Yeah, I hope so too." Ash muttered, tempted to help but Johnny was always much faster without her having to climb on her little step-stool to even reach their kitchen counter-top.

Once both bags were almost empty, Ash was surprised when a square box she didn't expect to see was revealed.

"What's that?" she couldn't help but ask curiously.

"Oh. Yeah, I bought you some chocolates. I felt bad I was taking so long I thought I'd pick you up a little something to make up for it." Johnny explained, handing her the box.

"Uh, thanks." she replied and felt more horrible than ever after everything she put the unknowing Johnny through today. Johnny was always bringing her things; either flowers or her favorite snacks so it wasn't anything out of the ordinary - just enough to make her feel slightly guilty about what she'd done.

"You're welcome." he said. Folding up the brown sacks and placing them into a drawer to be recycled for later use.

On the tip of her tongue was her asking him to do something that would put in motion another prank but she swallowed it back. She had her fun today and she'd rather just relax with him than continue her diabolical agenda.

"Hey."

"Yeah?" Johnny asked.

"Wanna watch a movie or something?"

"Sure. Let me just change and I'll be right there."

Ash smiled at his turned back before she grabbed her box of chocolates and made her way to the living room and awaited Johnny's arrival. She was sure to place the box on the coffee table as she made herself comfortable on the couch with lots of blankets and pillows.

Perhaps a different kind of plan would come to fruition tonight…

"What are we watching?" Johnny asked. Being very distracting in only a muscle shirt and boxers as he waltzed into their living room.

"I dunno. Why don't you choose?" Ash replied with a shrug, patting the seat next to her where he gladly sat. She immediately curled up by his side; enjoying his warmth whilst he grabbed the remote and started flipping languidly through the guide to try and find something they'd both enjoy.

Ash more or less ignored the television, pulling away from him for only a moment to place the box of chocolates atop her lap. Undoing the ribbon and cracking open the top, she stared at the beautifully arranged chocolates. It must have been from a gourmet store with all the colorful designs and glitter powders covering the majority of them and they were dark chocolate…

Johnny knew her so well.

Picking the best looking one, Ash sat back. Leaning against his mass of fur and muscle as she popped the delicious thing in her mouth…

…and promptly let out a "HURK" the second she bit into it.

Ash was immediately greeted with the most disgusting thing on the planet - the horrid taste of a huge pocket of yellow mustard that was hiding inside glistening, jewel-shaped chocolate.

Little did she know that Johnny had been watching her the whole time, a barely concealed smirk arising on the corners of his lips as he stared at her nauseated expression.

"April Fools." he laughed and Ash despised how cute it still sounded even if she was sorely tempted to strangle him right now…he knew how much she despised mustard and loved dark chocolate.

What a dirty fucking trick!

Where did he buy these dastardly chocolates from hell anyway!?

"Aww, Ash! They can't be that bad, can they?" Johnny asked when he no doubt noticed the glint of murder in her eyes when she finally turned her head to glare at him. "C'mon, Love. I had to get you back somehow after everything you did to me today."

Ash's eyes inadvertently widened - he KNEW!?

Dammit…

Still didn't stop her glare; eyes cold as ice as she stared at him. Johnny smiled and of all the things to expect right at this moment - a kiss wasn't one of them.

Johnny leaning down to press his lips to hers and she wouldn't lie, it was very satisfying to see him pull back with the regretful look plastered on his face. Not the best idea to kiss someone who had a chocolate and mustard truffle still lacing their lips and most of it still lingering on their tongue.

Ash refused to swallow any of it…

"Not so great is it?" she angrily mumbled around the revolting thing.

"...I'm so sorry, Love." he looked like he committed an unforgivable sin (which in her mind, he had); the guilt lacing his face had her almost feeling bad but her pranks were more innocent…this was just despicable…

Johnny looked so guilty the more he noticed how her frown deepened and brows furrowed angrily. Worried brown eyes glanced down to the still open box and almost automatically, he grabbed three of them and tossed them unceremoniously into his mouth and bit down.

That was all it took.

If she wasn't worried about vomiting, she may have smiled at the horrid look of abhorrent disgust that suddenly overwhelmed his face. The expression not one she'd ever seen on him and it almost made her own agony bearable…almost.

"I'm sorry." there were legit tears in his eyes as he looked down at her.

Ash just flashed him another look.

"I won't do that again…I swear."

"You better not." Ash grumbled almost inaudibly.

"...may I spit these out now?" he mumbled around his own mouthful.

Ash shot him yet another dirty look still feeling a bit pissed that she actually fell for something so blatantly obvious but she gave her consent with a stiff nod. She supposed he suffered enough for his sins.

"Thanks." he sounded so relieved as he rose to his feet.

On his way to the restroom, Ash spit out the remainder into a tissue from a nearby box - the relief was almost immediate.

It only got better.

"HURK! Bloody mayonnaise again!? ASH!" Johnny howled from the bathroom and Ash didn't even bother hiding the uproarious laughter that immediately escaped her throat.

"A-April Fools!" Ash was able to get out between bouts of laughter and the sound of Johnny frantically spatting into the sink.

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It’s gonna be a happy new year…

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