#they kiss their bobos better and give them lots of love

[chalterdh22]

Chapter 53: Is This the End?

This is the final chapter of this story. I truly love these characters and will hopefully continue writing adventures for them. Thanks for everyone that stayed with this story! This is the way!

We went to talk to the Armorer.  After explaining what we wanted, she asked Din to remove his helmet for her, so she could look upon his face as a new man.  She seemed quite pleased with our decision and helped us settle into our new quarters.

Grogu also seemed excited, although we weren’t sure he fully understood everything.  But for him, life was a rollercoaster, so most things were fun to him. 

I let my mom know what was going on, and she also seemed more pleased than usual.  She even wanted to come and visit!  Come to find out, she sold the ship we gave her for a ton of credits.  She paid everything off and was able to work when she wanted to, not that she had too.

Greef was happy for us too, although he said he would miss having the reinforcements readily available.  We were still allowed to go help fight when absolutely necessary, so he seemed content with that.

After deciding to become a clan of three, we had our vows down by the living waters.  I didn’t know 90% of the people that attended, but at that moment, when we said our vows, Din officially removed his helmet in front of everyone to kiss me and seal our relationship.  It was at that time I met Bo Katan, who I knew a lot from others’ stories.

She was very stoic like the rest of the Mandalorians, but seemed genuinely happy for us, as was everyone else.  Mom was able to make it in and a few other of Din’s friends came as well.

He introduced me to Cara Dune, Fennec and Bobo Fett, amongst others.  They seemed so happy for him, and he walked around with the biggest smile on his face as he greeted everyone and introduced me.

We were allowed to take a post marital vacation, just Din and me.  We went back to Naboo, just the two of us. 

It was a week of indescribable feelings, intimacy, and love for each other.  I wouldn’t have had a more amazing time if I hand wrote it out myself.  Truly, there are no words.  We were on cloud nine and nothing could ruin this bond between us.

After returning from paradise, I was also recruited to be a teacher of sorts, with apprentices.  Mine were to work with the older ones though, to help them read their environments, fight and be proactive in every way possible.  It was amazing to see these kids grow!  Grogu would eventually be in my class, so that will be special.

Din ended up being one of the most beloved trainers in all of Mandalore.  He did work with everyone to be able to take apprentices out on little adventures with him that he was permitted to do.  He also worked with the Republic on one off situations, and not as a hired hand under the table.

We still didn’t know who was going after Grogu’s blood, but like the Armorer said, it didn’t really matter because there would always be people from the Empire still trying to unlock Jedi secrets.

Grogu ended up being a big brother to our new addition.  We had a girl and named her Dyna.  Very early on, she and I had a bond, so I knew she had abilities like my own.  We talked at length about sending her over to Luke to be trained as a Jedi.  We still haven’t made that decision, but we do plan on making that trip to Yavin to discuss options.  We knew what it would mean for us, to give up our daughter, and I wasn’t ready to make that decision.  Din understood.

I would like to say after all this, we lived happily ever after, but that’s not even close to the truth.  The truth is we had many more obstacles to face, loss to endure and frustrations to overcome.  But one thing I can say is that we couldn’t have done it alone and we were glad we had such a family to lean on.  Without them, our outcomes would be different. 

What will our next adventure be with a toddler son and less than one year old to raise up?  I can say that Din is an amazing father and an even better husband.  All that story can be for another day.  Until then, may the force be with you.

[maskyartist]

What was the most heartstopping moment for Augustus and Donatella when Raz was young?

theres like two major ones i can think of.

theres one time when Raz was learning how to fall properly he actually ended up falling wrong and spraining his ankle. that was pretty stressful for their first real injury with their son. of course they were both there so the ankle was tended to just fine but yknow, thats some scary shit.

and then theres the OTHER time when Frazie, who was practicing tightrope walking from pretty high up, ended up falling on Raz n breaking his arm. took a lot of money to get Raz's arm patched up (not that thats a problem but the dent in their wallet wasnt pretty), and there was a lot of fretting and crying and apologies from Frazie, even after Raz forgave her, but he got better :D

but one common thing through both of these events is that Raz always managed to shake off the "oh god im injured" part pretty quick. he was fast to get back on his feet and was always eager to forgive, forget, and try again! he was super stubborn, still kinda is (blame Dona's genes for that one), and always wanted to do more stuff even with his injuries!

so while Donatella and Augustus weren't happy with how many accidents had happened with their middle child, they're very glad he's such a stubborn boy because they're both positive he'd hate the circus WAY MORE then he already does if he wasnt

[teenage-mutant-ninja-freak]

Picture it: reader is doing her make up (the whole beat) one of the guys is staring genuinely intrigued how it works and she asks “wanna help me?” Who is hilariously awful at it? Who is surprisingly good at it? Who is window shut downing at the array of brushes? Who UNO reverses and says “practice on me”

omg this is so fun!! I fucking love makeup so lets do this!!

Leo

Ok so you’re at the powder stage of makeup

and Leo is watching intently as you look into the mirror and brush all over your face

“you gonna lie there or do you want to help me?”

he accepts this challenge

he’s really hesitant and light handedly brushes more powder over your face

the one thing he does know about makeup is blush 

and he applies this very liberally to you

you kind of look like a clown, and it’s all over your face 

he knows he’s messed up

but powers through

oh god, he remembers seeing you contour your face but he doesn’t know what’s too much

he won’t even try with mascara, too afraid if getting it in your eyes

you look in the mirror and you kind of resemble bobo the sad clown

“so, how did I do?” but he knows he did not do well

there’s no highlight, lipstick, blending or mascara....you look a mess and he knows it

you respond by taking a makeup wipe and rubbing it all over your face

Raph

Your morning routine normally involves Raph sitting and adoringly watching you do your makeup

“wanna help out?”

you hand him a brush and he’s more than ready

this boy watches makeup tutorials with you almost every night

still asks a lot of questions 

“should I be using a brush for this or is a blender thing better?”

you’ve taught him well

he’s not the best at contouring, but he gets the job done

understanding facial structure is a weak point of his, so it’s a little sloppy but not so much that someone would clock you for it

he matches you lip colour to your eyes!

like he goes with neutral tones and a nude lip!

the boy knows what he’s doing!

attempts eyeliner but they’re defo sisters not twins

but it’s such a good effort

you tell him “clearly you’ve been paying attention!”

he’s so proud of himself

like it’s a look you  could actually wear out

he steps back and admires his work

“Nikkie tutorials would be proud, I think”

you agree

Mikey

so you’re almost done with makeup

just need to line your lips and fill them in

and Mikey is watching with wide eyed fascination 

“can I do that?”

you decide this could be fun ad hand him the lip liner

which he takes straight to under your eyes and draws little hearts on the rounds of your cheeks

they’re actually very good

it’s quite an e-girl look

he adds more blush inside them to make it stand out

he got some big ass fingers tho so it’s a little clumsy

eventually he gets to your lips

but not before placing a little kiss on them first, for good luck

he overlines them a little too much for your liking but it could work

and the lipstick colour is a little off but it’s bold, y’know?

“ok, now it’s my turn!”

uno reverse (as you put it!) 

he has such big ole cheeks that contouring is a little difficult but you make it work

and you do eyeliner, obvs

oh he has such pretty eyelashes and it’s so nice to see them with mascara 

he looks in the mirror and check himself out

“I would make a hot girl”

you agree

Donnie

Oh Donnie

the one thing he knows nothing about is makeup

so when you decide it would be fun for him to do yours

big panic™️

he knows you wear foundation

so he kind of smears it on your face and when you laugh he already knows he’s doing it wrong

but then he gives into the wrong

gives you a little eyeliner moustache and monocle 

uses lipstick as blush

“ok ok ok, your turn!” you finally cry when he gets out eyelash curls (something you do not trust him with)

he’s hesitant but lets you

you go light, just some blush and mascara 

maybe some highlight and lip gloss

he kind of likes it but that’s the massive fucking sub in him coming out

“my cheekbones are glowing, darling!”

ok he’s a bit too into it

you buy him some liquid highlighter for christmas and he loves it

doesn’t give a shit what Raph says, he thinks he looks pretty!

and that’s all that matters

*the* most glamorous vigilante in New York from that point on

[elizabethrobertajones]

Hello there. I have a question (more like a thesis): What would have happened if Cas told the Truth anywhere between season 7 and 15? Do you think it would have had the same impact on Dean? Logically speaking Cas could have told him anytime.

Oh gosh, yes. I mean Dean’s reaction in season 15 is still the best it could have been really :P He was in the best place and most accepting of himself and he still had a BSOD for a moment and then Cas had to shove him away so he could go die... (Assuming you take the on screen boring presentation of what happened as canon and not throw in the reciprocation, tears, pull in for a kiss, etc that we know exists either in our hearts or on Jackles’ phone.)

I’ve been thinking about this and the parameters we’d have to apply if we were gonna get something like the show being self-healing back to its self as we know it but we were allowed a confession. Also the show has to be as punishing as ever. So these are my personal theses on each season... 

Season 7 the confession would have to be after Cas comes back, and everything in 7x17 that looked like Dean was jealous of Daphne and Meg textually was meant to be read that way in the set up for the confession. To make it the most painful obviously we still get Cas exactly as he was all through to the end of the season and he never really says anything too different but then right when they’re having the “cursed or not” discussion he’d bust out of nowhere that he supposes it is inevitable Dean would talk him into going on this dangerous mission to get Dick because obviously Cas loves him. And Dean, who is in a weirdly zen sort of place in the remaining minutes of season 7 after Bobby’s send off and final words that helped him go make up with Cas, is in a similarly season 15 oddly okay spot, mental health wise. At least. COMPARED TO ALL THE REST OF SEASON 7. But I still personally have always read it as a genuinely good place for him that could have endured much longer if not for *gestures everything that happened after stabbing Dick* and obviously making up with Cas was step one and a huge part of his process. 

(idk if you’ve noticed but 7x23 pretty much has no Sam and Dean interaction after Bobby’s send off, and their last good broments are really scarce; it feels sort of natural for abrupt calamity and no time for teary farewells in a season with a strong commentary on grief, which also hyperfocuses the attention on Dean n Cas there.)

So I think Dean would maybe be stunned but maybe quirk a sceptical smile like “He can’t mean it like that and anyway he’s currently coo-coo, this doesn’t mean anything hahaha oh Cas :)))” and then idk shake his head and move the story on and Cas just turns one longing look after him like “dammit that didn’t work out like planned” 

Anyway then the exact plot beats of 7x23 follow, exactly as seen on your screens, but we’re left going into season 8 and Carver era with Dean far far more messed up about Cas and it can force clarification in 8x02 in Purgatory where Cas is entirely adamant he meant what he meant and furious at Dean for being mad at him and Dean’s mad at Cas for all the season 8 reasons so they continue angsting at each other but Benny’s reaction shots are just 10x funnier. This is followed by Dean’s reciprocation of “I love you” instead of “I need you” in the crypt scene in 8x17 and from there honestly it’s been built up into canon in such a way that the emotional arc of the show has to go off the wheels and I can’t keep to the self-healing model to continue following the “real” plot and contain this much raw power.

Coincidentally, if the first confession is in season 8, it would be “what broke the connection” after a season 8 where nothing was different up until that point. Cas flaps off while Dean is still processing that the answer was “You. I love you.” and Dean is left yelling at the empty crypt like “What the hell, Cas?!” 

Then he’s as mad at him as he was in canon except instead of being borderline a really bad overreaction into his anger phase which we have to weather as miserable fans tethered to this ship who know sometimes Dean gets mad and yells at Cas for no reason, he’s reacting proportionately. It’s always seemed like 8x22 only makes sense if Dean is furious at Cas for confessing and fleeing except, obviously, in our “”real”” canon, it can only be like Cas confessed and Dean took it that way and also felt embarrassed how far he went with his own feelings only for Cas to run. 

This would make the bar scene with the cupids in 8x23 make a lot more sense too, and after they get the cupid bow Dean’s going to turn to Cas and give him a nervous smile, and then - Naomi flaps in like she does and distracts them away from reciprocation. 

I think this one could go long - maybe even season 13 Cas being dead and Dean being like “FUCK I never got a chance to work things out with him” and 13x06 onwards is where we get any actual work on the ship, because Carver era was so determined to be emotionally gruelling and unsatisfying and relentless from one issue to the next. And the confessions are so bound up specifically in the moments of miscommunication or failed attempts, cut off conversations etc that whether Destiel is canon or not, they’re never gonna get to talk it out under those conditions. Cas is only explicitly the grieving wife and jealous ex to Crowley’s smug take over of Dean’s affections rather than subtextually. 

The season 9 confession... I feel like we’d come perilously close to the Monkey Paw curse we once envisioned of Buckleming making it canon because they love jumping the gun on plot points and making them too obvious. So the end of 9x03, Cas is really blatantly angling to come in with a big “Hey I’m human can I live in the Bunker look at me I learned to do The Sex can we do it now” kind of vibe. All the enthusiasm he was giving to eating that burrito in the background while “Zeke” was trying to get him kicked out, but with lusting over Dean :P 

If we avoid that we can leap to Mr Bobo Berens and his first episode, and have this thing handled by a pro, as it’s already very much about Cas as a homeless queer man with a bad ex he still loves rolling into town where he’s just trying to make a new life and play straight - I mean human - for his own survival. I suspect the confrontation with Iphraim would make it really obvious that Cas didn’t just want to live as a human but had an eye for living as a human with Dean, and then he’d attempt a confession right before Dean would accidentally talk over, like, the L in “love” honestly, to tell him that sorry things do still stand that you can’t come back with me. Leaves Cas utterly devastated but Dean is none the wiser and he drives off and Cas pines piningly at the pine trees in his Gas n Sip. 

Again the end of season probably would force the real confession, since there’s a ready made moment in 9x22 where Hannah tries to force Cas to kill Dean and he gives it all up for one man. Cas can just lower that knife and be like, “No, I love him,” talking to his shoes and Hannah rather than meeting Dean’s eyes. Mark of Cain Dean is fuuuucked up at that point but we still get the moment where Dean carries Cas’s bag into the bunker and sits down with him and tries to care about his health and now also this confession. Sussing out what the heck is up with Cas, and maybe he looks like he’s playing it cool and is still so messed up but Cas is vulnerable, and finally Dean starts to reach across the library table for his hand, and it’s a moment where maybe things could have started to go better for them...... Cue Gadreel walking into the library, Dean going feral, blah blah demon!Dean, blah blah explicitly stated Drowley, blah blah muuuch healing and Cas giving Dean a wide berth for a lil while. Though, in this scenario, 10x22 is far worse but has the reverse crypt scene moment, so Dean can be more obviously unable to kill Cas because he loves him, and then he walks out, followed by season 11 and Cas being returned to them. Unfortunately. Yep. Another finger curls on the Monkey Paw... 11x03 by Buckleming would absolutely be where Destiel goes undeniably canon as it is their first real interactions post Mark of Cain. Our only consolation - directed by Jensen Ackles.

Season 10 confession, hm. Poor Cas. He has the option of 10x03, of confessing and then immediately apologising and walking off to handle stuff with Hannah (thanks Buckleming!) or the Burger Date, where Dean may be slightly less stunned stupid but still likely to laugh it off and not believe it. There’s not much heavy tension between them most of the season so it’s possible that the only time Cas would really get is to confess in 10x22 while telling Dean that he would have to watch him murder the world, and that would suck because I love you. At which point the story dictates that Dean beats Cas to paste so it’s a very bad look. Season 10 destiel confession is the worst. 

Season 11 may be better because Cas has options to be jealous of Crowley and Dean’s connection to Amara multiple times and then Casifer happens and that can really play up things in a season where a confession is coming. 

I think the Beer Run in 11x23 might be the only viable place, where Dean grabs Cas and takes him out for that drive for last drinks before the end of the world. Cas gets the “you’re our brother” thing and just lays into Dean with the certainty of someone who knows this is it - now or nothing - with “You know that’s crap, Dean. You wait until the end of the world and you can’t even say it. Well I can; I love you.” 

Cue awkward tension, well-placed interrupting Moose, and then the world very much not ending so that when Dean n Cas hug and kiss in front of Mary in 12x01. Well. There’s even more explaining to do to her. Since we’ve made it to Dabb era, I believe any confessions from this point onwards can just slot into the show as we got it from there since it’s entirely compatible to start season 12 assuming Dean n Cas are literally married and never be contradicted by the text in their behaviour. But since we’ve had canon Destiel since whenever, obviously the final episodes are good instead of. That.

Season 12... Going to have to go with the first sniff of true canon coming in Lily Sunder with just a few lines leaning even further in the Cas’s Angel Family Are Homophobic Assholes metaphor, leaving Cas’s relationship with Dean even more live wire exposed. Followed by The Mixtape Scene where Cas is going to confess to Dean and get him startled up out of his seat, accidentally knocking the mixtape to the floor and for a moment it’s like, did he throw it is he mad? but then he’s smooching Cas, fade to black, return to scheduled programming but the whole line about Cas stealing the Colt from under Dean’s pillow makes fuckin sense, as well as the fall out argument and how mad Dean was at Cas followed by how devastated he was at Cas’s death. This just means Dabb era continues as planned except we get a kiss in 13x06 under that big glowy cross, and some more smooching here and there when things are good from then on. 

Season 13... Hm. Cas has to do the confessing and I don’t think he’d throw that at Dean on return from death so unlike if Dean was the one who was being made to confess obviously the aforementioned glowy cross scene obviously would be it for him... Cas could keep that bottled up much longer, especially as he has so much to do with Jack this season. It’s entirely possible we go through the whole season and then Cas lobs it at Dean as a final card when he’s making his Michael decision and we actually see the scene that we didn’t get, where Cas has to watch Dean getting possessed. Except Dean is like, tearful and furious like why would you tell me that now, and anyway i’m doing this for you as well dumbass but fuck you but also how dare you anyway I need to be an archangel now and save our - your - son, bye. Cue Cas sitting there not just in total horror at what happened but also kicking himself for fucking up the moment :P I guess this way at least we can have that moment where Dean is un-Michaeled and tells Cas he’s going to shower and finger guns at him, and now we can have Cas wordlessly and furiously follow him. 

Season 14, we get Cas at Rocky’s bar confessing to Dean while figment!Pamela cheers the whole thing on. If there was EVER a time to use the power of love to snap Dean out of it, Cas upsetting his cosy routine with “this isn’t real, I’M NOT HERE IN YOUR FANTASY” is absolutely the time to pull a reverse crypt scene which has such low stakes in terms of neither of them needing to punch each other when Michael is an external aggressor.

My ONLY issue with this is that Sam has to witness the whole thing and we would get reaction shots and I am a weak mortal who will start cackling at them when I’m supposed to be having the transcendent moment of canon and the whole thing would be ruined just because of the way Jared gurns when doing reactions to dean n cas interacting. Wow thanks. Thanks a lot. 

[bokutouch]

Hi!!! I was wondering if I could get an eternal matchup pls??

- my names Olivia and I’m 17.

- I go by she/her pronouns and I want to be matched with a male character from Haikyuu!! please.

- My birthday is January 6th, 2004 and I’m a Capricorn Sun, Cancer Moon, and Libra Rising (my Mercury is in Sagittarius, my Venus is in Aquarius, and my Mars is in Aries if you wanted to know the rest).

- I’m 5’2, I have brownish-red hair and blue eyes.

- I spend a lot of time doing school work because I’m really driven by it and I’ve had good grades a majority of high school. When I’m not doing schoolwork I enjoy listening to music or going on a walk! I really like going on sunrise/sunset walks bc they’re always really pretty! I try to do community service in my free time because I really enjoy helping others out. I'm currently a summer camp counselor but I hope to be a lab tech one day :)

- If I were to go on a date with a partner I don't really mind what we do, but I like book dates, movie dates, and especially museum dates!! In a partner I'm looking for someone who shares the same interests as me, is kind, has a good sense of humor, and most importantly can understand and work through my emotions with me. I get really bad mood changes so if he can work with me through that I really value it. My love languages are acts of service and quality time.

- I think that one of my fatal flaws is that although I appear kind and respectful when I’m out in public, I have pretty severe anxiety, depression, and anger issues so I struggle with that a lot. I also get really defensive and stubborn when someone says something that annoys me so i kinda never stop talking lol.

- To finish off I’m an ISFP and Enneagram Type 9v1.

- I hope you have a great day! Ty if you do this! ❤

Hello olivia, thanks for coming to my brand new rocket ship!! 🚀

first of all I apologize bcs I'm not really educated about astrology,

so I'll just use your other description as best as I could okay??

I SHIP YOU WITH AKAASHI KEIJI!

"why akaashi?" you might askㅡ

first of all, some part of you reminded me of bokuto.

and some part of you definitely reminded akaashi of bokuto too. it's not a bad thing really.

Akaashi looks at you and think, "ah, she is my home."

because "home" supposed to be comfortable, because home supposed to be familiar. Being with you bring him peace. You are his home, his tranquility, his safe haven.

Most people told him, "God- you are such a boring person, Akaashi." and as the time goes by, he is starting to believe that tooㅡ but thats until you come into his life.

You're one of his classmate. And not gonna lie, at first akaashi only know you as the quiet girl who always buried her nose in books. "If I am boring, she must be a lot more boring than me." that's what he thought of you, bcs really everytime he sees you, its always you and your books. He understands the importance of having good grades, but should you really be doing that everyday?

The first time you two have a really long talk was when one day akaashi saw you still sitting inside your shared classroom, all alone bcs it's almost 6 pm and of course everybody left already. Nose buried deep in books like you always do, but this time he could hear you humming a song- it's a song that he also enjoyed listening to. He never sing in front of other people before, but for some reason he wanted to join your little secret concert at that time, so he did. He sing along to your little hummingㅡ 1 song turn into 2, turn into 3, and you still didn't notice him at all. He laughed a little because "what's so interesting in that clinical laboratory science book that she doesn't even realized I've been here for almost 10 minutes already."

He tapped your shoulder two times, and you jumped at that.

"H-hey? Um, sorry, I just.. I've been waiting here for you to finally notice me but I guess that book is really interesting, huh?" he smiled at you, feeling a little bad after seeing your reaction at his little tap tap on your shoulder.

"Oh, yes... I want to be a lab tech in the future, so um you know, just preparing." you awkwardly smiled back at him.

"Well, uh.. I know you definitely going to be an amazing lab tech one day. I saw you reading tons of books related to that job everyday in class, so... I believe your hardwork will be paid off."

"wait... that was so nice of him." you stared at akaashi who's currently fidgeting with his fingers.

"Thank you for saying that, Akaashi. That really means a lot to me. People have been telling me that my dream job is just that, a dream. Hearing you saying that someday my hardwork will be paid off really motivate me to prove them wrong. I swear I'm gonna rub it on their face once I got the job." you grins at him.

And at that, Akaashi heart beating a little bit faster than the usual. Was it your thankful speech for him? Was it your cute little grin? He doesn't really knowㅡ one thing he knows for sure though, he wants to keep talking to you. From today, tomorrow, and as long as you would let him.

"Hey, uh... it's going to get dark soon. Do you maybe want to go home together with me?"

You could see how nervous akaashi was after asking you that question, so you just nods and start fixing your books into your bag. Right before you zip up your bag, you remembered the main reason you are still in the classroom at that hour is because you were planning to see the sunset on your way back home, "Wait Akaashi, I actually want to see the sunset today..."

"Oh? I usually go home as the sun set due to my volleyball practice. The sight look really pretty if you see it from on top of the hills behind our school. Do you want to go there? I can show you the best spot."

Of course you accept his offer enthusiastically. So yes, that day is the beginning of your friends to lovers type of relationship with Akaashi.

Akaashi confessed to you first.

His friend circle are full of annoying people. They all be like,

"COME ON AKAASHI!! CONFESS YOUR UNDYING LOVE TO OLIVIA ALREADY."

"AKAASHI, DO YOU WANT TO SEE OTHER GUY SNATCH HER UP? HUH? ANSWER ME. AKAASHI!! AKAASHI!! WAIT UP!! "

"AKAASHI, WHAT IF OLIVIA DECIDED TO FALL FOR SOMEONE ELSE BECAUSE YOU ARE BEING SUCH A PUSSY AND WON'T CONFESS TO HER?"

"AKAASHI THIS" "AKAASHI THAT" "AKAASHI" "AKAASHI"

so during your usual study date day, he just decided to straight up ask you to be his girlfriend.

"W-what?" you just sat there for a whole minute because... what if things gonna feel different once you two put a real label to your not so friendly friendship? What if being friends with Akaashi is a lot more better than being his girlfriend? What if he ended up leaving you because he doesn't like the real you? There are so many ugly things that you hide from him, would he still love you the same after seeing all those imperfection? so many what if(s) going inside of your head, so little time to actually process each one of it.

"Umm, you can say no, you know...." all the messy thoughts inside your head stopped right away after hearing that.

"NO! wait, Keiji- I mean, not no to be your girlfriend, its no to me saying no to be your girlfriend." God, its hard to be in love. You can't control your heart, your brain, and now your tongue. God bless your soul, olivia.

"So.... is that a yes to be my girlfriend then?" Akaashi looks really small in that moment. He is still not sure if he can finally kiss you or not. Only being a friend to you for these past 6 months kept him from doing a lot of romantic stuff with you. Kissing you, holding your hands for no reason, hugging you any time he wants to, actually go on a study date with you instead of a childish study day. So now he really won't waste a single time if you answer his previous question with a "Yes" ;

After having a long talk about your imperfections, all your insecurities, and also tons of frustrated tears coming from your eyes, you finally say yes and there you have your new title as Akaashi Keiji's new girlfriend. He definitely got his long waited kiss from you too 🌻.

HEADCANON(s)!!

Bokuto once joined you and akaashi's museum date and he broke a statue hand after trying to handshake the statue. He grabbed the broken hand and show it to you and akaashi with teary eyes. Can't do nothing but running for your life and never comeback to that one particular museum 😭

You and Akaashi have the same love language, "Act of Service" ; So the two of you enjoy giving each other little massage here and there.

Just like you, Akaashi love being helpful for others too, so he really enjoyed the time he spent accompanying you to all your community service agendas. People that you two have been helping together ship you guys so much, especially the elderly couple. They keep saying "You two will make it until old days like us two."

After a long time dating eachother, you two decided to adopt a cute siberian husky that you named "Bobo". Akaashi rejected that name at first, because "Honestly love, I don't like how you picked a name so close to Bokuto's name. Our dog deserves better." You gasped at that, "How dare you, Keiji. This is our son! And his name is Bobo. I don't take no for an answer."

RUNNER UP(s) !!

OSAMU MIYA

SAWAMURA DAICHI

SHINSUKE KITA

alright this getting too long haha.

I hope you enjoy the results, love 🦋

[sortasirius]

“The Trap” and The Confession

Coming to you live from my coffin this evening: this episode ripped me apart in about ten thousand ways and I am grateful for it.

Oh boi oh boi is this L O N G.

Tbh, I’m going to gloss over a lot of the Chuck/Sam/Eileen stuff, let’s get to what we’re all here for: what in the FUCK that Destiel content was.

So, we all spec’ed a lot about the return of Purgatory, I specifically talked about what Purgatory meant for Dean and Cas’ relationship in season 8, and man oh man, Bobo Berens didn’t disappoint.

Let’s kick it off with, once they get inside Purgatory, Dean literally immediately wants to split up, and ngl, I kinda groaned internally, thinking that’s how we get the prayer or whatever, but my mans Cas is having NONE of it.

“Yeah we’ll also improve our odds of getting lost or killed.  Come on.”

And Dean???  Doesn’t even argue??  He’s just like ur right let’s go.  Ok king.

And when they catch that Leviathan, and the way Dean looks at Cas when Cas like force throws him into a tree.....like go adjust ur pants dude lmao.

I just felt, up until that scene, that Dean was teetering on the edge of saying something to Cas, like Cas is clearly still kinda mad and doesn’t want to talk but Dean does, he keeps looking at him and making little jokes and stuff...an idiot in love.

Also hey guys I will not, under any circumstances, accept that my man Benny is dead ok thanks for allowing me this sidenote.

“I know you’re sorry, Cas.  About Bel, about mom-”

“I was talking about Jack.  I already apologized to you, you just refuse to hear it.”

Woof.

“Sorry I brought it up. Maybe if you didn’t just up and leave us-”

“You didn’t give me a choice.  You couldn’t forgive me, and you couldn’t move on. You were too angry.  I left, but you didn’t stop me.”

At this point I believe that my jaw had literally hit the floor.  Because, I want y’all to think, NAME ME a similar scene, post a breakup like Dean and Cas had, that isn’t romantic?  Yeah, I couldn’t think of one either.

So Dean really tried it, huh?  Tried to make Cas’ leaving about Cas and not what Dean did?  Which we’ve seen so many times from him, but finally Cas is pushing back and refusing to accept that, refusing to rollover and just let Dean win the argument, he makes Dean think, makes him think about his anger, why he pushed Cas away.........can we give Berens the Nobel Peace Prize pls?

I do wanna say that Berens and Singer did a masterful job heightening the tension between scenes. Like the bleak future scenes that Sam was watching vs. Purgatory.  A really well done episode all around.

Cas gets taken by the Leviathan, trapped in an angel trap, Dean gets knocked out, and when he comes to he’s alone, the area and the shot almost a direct comparison of the first shot on season 4, when Cas pulled Dean out of hell.

And then there we were, my heart was literally racing, I had to stand up and get as close to my TV as I possibly could, but man, even though they warned us about the confession, good GOD.

Dean’s desperate, he’s breathing too hard, looking everywhere for Cas, screaming his name, and then he just collapses, he just breaks in half:

“Cas?  Cas I hope you can hear me.  That wherever you are, it’s not too late.  I shoulda stopped you.  You’re my best friend, but I just let you go, cause that was easier than admitting I was wrong.  I don’t know why I get so angry. I just know that- I know that it’s always been there, and when things go bad, it comes out.  And I, I can’t stop it.  No matter how bad I want to, I just can’t stop it.  And I, I forgive you, of course I forgive you.  I’m sorry it took me so long- I’m sorry it took me til now to say it.  Cas, I’m so sorry.  Man, I hope you can hear me.  I hope you can hear me.  Okay.”

So uh.  Yeah.

Listen, I know I’m not the only one that thought this, but damn, damn if that wasn’t the most double sided speech ever.  Sure, it’s an apology, he’s sorry that he pushed Cas away, but....what else?

We talk to much about how Dean projects this macho, masculine persona, when we all know he’s a big nerd who loves comic books, bad scary movies, cucumber water, and Taylor Swift.  He isn’t, he’s never been the macho man he so desperately wanted to be, and to me, that prayer wasn’t only an apology for pushing Cas away, it was an apology for not being able to see, until now, what was right in front of his eyes.  That he loses it every time Cas is gone, that he was willing to spend a year in Purgatory looking for Cas the first time, that he would do anything, cross any line, go down any road, for Cas. 

“I’m sorry it took me so long-”

He cuts himself off there, but the unsaid words hang in the air “I’m sorry it took me so long to realize how I feel about you.”

This scene is just so fucking painful, Dean never cries like this, he never loses it like this, but this confession, this declaration to Cas, it drags all of these pent up emotions, all that shit that he feels for Cas that he has tried, for literal years, to tamp down, comes out all at once.

I’ve said for a long time that Dean gets angry and takes things out on Cas because he’s angry about how he feels about Cas, and pushing Cas away is easier than accepting just how deep his feels run for Cas, but he told Sam that he felt “pure” in Purgatory once, and I feel like he almost just....couldn’t lie, if that makes sense.

And, just like every other time in Purgatory, Cas doesn’t show up, and Dean pulls himself together and does what he’s always done in Purgatory: he keeps looking for the angel.

When they find each other, sweet baby Cas curled up by a tree.  That hug, the way that Dean grips Cas like he’s clinging to a liferaft.  Lay me to rest.

“Okay Cas, I need to say something.”

“You don’t have to say it.  I heard your prayer.”

This snippet is so little and awkward and they’re looking at each other like people look at their crushes and I’m just really really really soft okay?

And then, for our grand finale, the Sam/Eileen scene:

“You should stay.”

“I wish I could.  After what happened, I don’t know what’s real anymore.”

(Insert the sweetest goddamn Saileen kiss in the world)

“I know that was real.”

So........lets compare to 15x02:

“I’ll tel you what we do know: nothing about our lives is real.  Everything that we’ve lost, everything that we are is because of Chuck.  So, maybe you can stick your heard back in the sand, maybe you can pretend that we actually had a choice.  I can’t.”

“Dean.  You asked what about all of this is real.  We are.”

Yo.  Are these writers serious?  An absolutely direct damn parallel between Cas/Dean and Eileen/Sam and Sam and Eileen KISS?  Ok guys, I’ll see myself out.

Bobo Berens has been one of my favorite writers for a long time.  He knows how to make an episode flow, make it gutwrenching, funny, scary, romantic, all at the same time.

I answered an ask right after 15x02, when someone asked my why I didn’t want Buckner/Leming to get credit for canon DeanCas, and I stand by what I said: Bobo has always been one of the writers that understand them the best.  He gets what they are: best friends that turned into something more, something so much more that Dean, in my opinion, doesn’t even have to say it out loud for it to be as incredibly obvious as it was.  Berens is one of the people that deserves the credit for where Dean and Cas are today, that we even have to argue about what makes canon canon. 

I spend so much time with this show, with these characters, that sometimes I feel like I need to take a step back and just fucking appreciate that this scene, this incredibly beautiful episode would never, in a million years, have happened without this showrunning team.  Andrew Dabb and Bobo Berens are creating this literally masterful final season.  I mean what I say when I say that each episode is better than the last, because they ARE, and Dean and Cas are right there, at the forefront, every time.

Dean Winchester’s growth into who he is is, in my opinion, one of the greatest character arcs in TV.  He is NOT who he was in season 1, in season 4, in season 10.  He’s grown so much, he’s so much more willing to be himself, to love what he loves openly, and that scene, that heartbroken, tearful confession where ten words said a thousand is even more than I could have ever asked for.

[the-hidden-writer]

An Odd Family Tree

A series of snippets from the lives of the FitzSimmons family, set post 7x13. Also, the series of events that lead up to the birth of their grandson.

Available to read on AO3 and FF.net.

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Chapter 26: Ever After

“So please, just tell me once and for all… who did I name my son after?”

Jemma turned to Fitz for help, she truly didn’t know what to say, but her husband was still frozen in his place, his mouth moving but not quite managing to form words.

So it was up to her, then. She took a deep breath- if she was going to tell her daughter the truth, then she might as well tell her everything rather than insult her intelligence.

“Alya, d-darling, do you remember the mission we told you about? The one where we were sent to the future to save the world from getting torn apart?”

Alya was quiet for a few moments before she replied. “I remember.”

“Well,” Jemma continued, her voice sounding as heavy as her heart felt in the unusually tense kitchen, “do you remember how we got back to the present?”

“Something to do with Uncle Enoch, right?” Alya questioned skeptically. She only had very vague memories of Uncle Enoch, but there were plenty of pictures showing the pair together. What she definitely couldn’t remember was him being a robot. He’d always just felt like a part of the family.

“Y-Yeah.” Fitz affirmed. “It is. B-But in order to get us home, h-he-”

“He needed backup.” Jemma said, and Fitz shot her a grateful look. “And so an… um, ally we’d made in the future offered to help. We all thought it was a suicide mission, but we think he ended up getting sucked in by the tiny piece of the monolith that was near him. He came back to our time and timeline too.”

“You never mentioned bringing someone back from the future with you! That’s a huge change to history.”

“We know!” Fitz exclaimed.

“We didn’t mean to.” Said Jemma. “But he came back with us and tried to help us.”

“Tried?” Alya questioned.

“He got shot and had to have emergency surgery.”

Fitz gasped and snapped his attention towards Jemma. “He got shot?! You never told me- oh no…”

Alya looked between them, her face darkening with concern. “Who was he, Mum?”

Jemma continued to purposefully ignore her. “Even after he got shot, none of us really had time for him. We treated him so horribly. I always thought that I did better than the others, but just now I realised that it felt more like an act back then. Like I was obliged to be nice to him. B-But I shouldn’t have…”

She choked back a sob then, and Fitz quickly rushed to her side to comfort her.

Alya couldn’t find it in herself to find sympathy. She glared at them, the same question reflected in her expression.

“You know, he told me once about his family.” Fitz said whilst rubbing Jemma’s back. “He was a… a slave, I think. All humans were in that future. He told me that his mum had been murdered in front of him when he was just nine-” his voice cracked at his own words- “and his dad was sent to die.”

Alya opened her mouth to say something, but Fitz didn’t let her.

“B-But that’s how he learned to survive!” He said, but it sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than anyone else. “He came back, started a whole company and was super rich and- and we left him…”

He covered his face with his hands and Jemma gently pried them off his face to kiss his cheek.

“He chose to stay behind.” Jemma reassured. “Without him, we wouldn’t be here, and this timeline might not even exist.”

“What was his name?” Alya whispered again, her skin a sickly pale hue.

Jemma and Fitz shared a look of devastation, because there was no going back or even going forward without revealing the inevitable. The silence in that moment was thick and heavy. It felt like no words would ever be able to cut through it.

Luckily, no words were needed. From outside, Deke’s sudden loud burst of giggles could be heard over Owen’s playful shout of exasperation.

Jemma’s head turned towards the window, though her vision was too blurred with both age and tears for her to focus it properly.

She smiled a wobbly smile.

“His name was Deke.”

Both Fitz and Jemma’s hearts broke at Alya’s cry of anguish. They watched her fall to her knees as she covered her mouth in an attempt to hide her shock. They both had strong instincts to comfort her, she needed it more than they did after all, but neither of them could find it within themselves to do so.

They felt like they didn’t deserve it.

“I-I thought you might have looked into the future or something.” She sobbed. “Not- not this! Not from that future!”

In-sync as always, Fitz and Jemma’s parental instincts broke them out of their guilty stupors and they hurried to their daughter to help her back to her feet.

“He was a hero.” Jemma said as she brushed the dirt off her daughter. “And trust me, once we’d brought him back he was genuinely the sweetest man I’ve ever known.”

Fitz let out a small scoff… that turned into a broken laugh… that melted into a sob.

“You said you left him.” Alya said, wiping away her tears with her sleeve almost childishly. “Where? Why didn’t you go back for him?”

“Our final mission.” Fitz supplied, knowing that his wife’s memories of those final moments of that mission were hazy. “In order to get us back to our timeline from the screwed up one and take all those chronicoms back with us, someone needed to activate the quantum device from the other end.”

Alya gasped with sudden understanding.

“Deke volunteered.”

“That drawer.” Stated Alya. “That’s-”

“All we could find left of him on the Zephyr once it was all over.” Jemma answered. “That tape we used the walkman with is all him. He stole the songs, but that was his voice.”

“I… I don’t believe…”

Her parents didn’t need to be prompted into wrapping her into their arms. They did so, and Alya let them hold her as she shook and cried and mourned.

“Why are you sad?”

The trio turned their heads towards the owner of the little voice, who was standing in the doorway where Alya had caught them. He was fidgeting with his t-shirt again, his brown spiky hair was all tousled and full of mud, and his face was full of such genuine concern that made it look strange upon such a small child’s face.

“Oh, my little monkey.” Alya called, sniffling. “Come here.”

She immediately knelt down and opened her arms out for a confused Deke to run into. Her hands closed around him like a trap that wasn’t going to let go of its prey any time soon. And everyone was fine with that.

“I’m so, so proud of you.” Alya’s voice was muffled by the fact that her face was buried into Deke’s bony chest.

“We love you very much, sweetie.” Jemma said, planting a kiss on Deke’s free hand. “More than you can ever know.”

Fitz ruffled his already messy hair. “Seriously, you’re the best, Baby Deke.”

“I’m not a baby!” Deke stuck his tongue out at his grandad, satisfied that his family wasn’t sad anymore. “Stop saying baby!”

“You’re right.” Jemma said warmly.

Fitz smiled, linking hands with his wife. “You’re our big Deke now.”

The pair noticed that Alya squeezed their grandson tighter. They shared a knowing look.

Deke grinned widely, the gaps in his teeth becoming more clear. There was an air of innocence around him that neither Jemma nor Fitz had ever gotten the chance to see before.

“Thanks Bobo, thanks Nana. You’re the best too.”

~-.-~

Leo and Jemma Fitz-Simmons had thought that they’d gotten their happy ending the very second Alya was born. It had been the happiest day of their lives, despite the team being missing, because they were finally a family.

But since they’d completed the mission that they’d been preparing for years, it had felt like something was still missing. They’d lost Enoch. They’d lost Deke.

They didn’t really have time for mourning back then. They had to set up proper lives for themselves. Raise a daughter and actually live normal lives. Still, that void left by those losses felt like it could never be filled.

At least, that was the case until Fitz stumbled upon Owen Shaw.

Meeting Owen brought them hope. He brought the chance of healing the open wound, of mending something that was permanently broken. Or, in their case, permanently stuck in a disastrous reality that he never should have been in.

It had taken many, many years, but Deke Shaw was finally born and with him that void had started to close. Slowly but surely.

The couple had known since his birth that they would have to tell Alya the truth at some point, but time passed quickly and they didn’t know how to proceed. They grew older and older, but so did Deke.

Alya was angry at first, as any mother would be. But after a lot of explaining, she understood. They gave her the power of telling Owen if she wanted to, and she decided against it. For as much as the memory of Deke influenced her son, she wanted him to be his own person.

Or at least, that’s what she told her parents. But they knew her well enough to know that she was just trying to distance him from the orphaned slave as much as she could for the benefit of her own mental health.

Yet, perhaps for some unrelated reason, the rift that had formed between Owen and Deke began to close. Owen grew closer to his son and by some miracle began to treat him in such a kind way that would never be associated with the boisterous Owen Shaw.

Alya herself had grown almost inseparable with her son. She comfortably changed her job to a part-time position in order to be able to spend more time with him. This extra time allowed her to take him to a dietitian to help improve his physical health. Though his ribs were still visible, he was no longer underweight, and that in itself was a huge achievement to Alya.

She’d also grown a lot closer to her parents. Though for a while they’d been distant due to work demands, they ended up visiting a lot more often and having little adventures in the garden. She knew that they needed support, and she wouldn’t hesitate to give it to them. They were her everything. As was Deke.

Deke, as all children do, grew up too fast. One day he was a mischievous five-year-old, the next he was a mischievous nine-year-old. He was considered a genius in his school and did end up moving up a class. Since he still struggled with making friends though, he fell to his grandparents. He never failed to make them laugh, and would boast to his classmates about how cool his Nana and Bobo were. That they used to be spies!

And FitzSimmons? Well, time passed for them too. Also too quickly. They renovated the Deke Drawer into the Deke Shelf. A shelf in a display cabinet filled with little trinkets in the living room, there for all to see.

They knew that, however much time they had left, they didn’t want to spend it keeping secrets or worrying over loose ends. They’d long since dismantled their lab and all prototypes and equipment within it. Their consciences were free. They were free.

Fitz grew his fabulous grey beard to a ridiculously long length. Jemma convinced him to trim it. This was the sort of adventure they liked now, the sort that involved only laughs and no danger or SHIELD or loss.

And they were happy. They’d had to wait half a century for it, but the universe had gifted them with uninterrupted happiness.

This was their true happy ending.

There will be 2 epilogue chapters following this. Thank you for reading!

[ofxwordsxandxletters]

Learning Curve

Series: Wynonna Earp

Disclaimer: The pairing and plot are mine and the characters are borrowed in this work of fan-made fiction off of which no money is made.

Pairing: Hollirey

Rating: PG

Self-indulgent drabble regarding a personal HC that the one sure way of making Bobo Del Rey uncomfortable is anything soft and tender because that's when feelings are at risk. Given a choice, he prefers less gentle encounters because then it doesn't have to mean anything. So when faced with something that goes against that, he does the only thing he knows how to do; run.

Thankfully for them both, Doc is far more stubborn than Bobo could ever be scared.

*~*~*~*~*

Learning Curve

“Is something up?” The question has Doc slowly shifting his gaze at Waverly who is watching him from the other side of the bar worriedly.

“Why ever would you think that?”

“Because you’ve spent the last couple of days looking at your phone with growing degrees of exasperation and annoyance.”

He was being obvious, he realizes and that wasn’t exactly what he’d wanted. “It’s...complicated,” he responds as he slides the phone into his pocket trying for a smile and sure it doesn’t reach his eyes at the moment, “but it’s...fine.” Except he has the sinking suspicion that it is anything of the sort which was most of the problem.

“Are you sure?”

He brings the cup to his lips unsure how to answer that without it being a clear lie. If he had to make a true guess; nothing was going to be alright until he went and forced the other to talk to him like a normal person. And the ground was shaky enough between them that he didn’t really want to muddy the water further by getting anyone else involved. So he takes a sip before murmuring, “I’m sure, Waverly, but thanks for the concern.”

It’s another couple of days before he’s absolutely had all he can take of the nonsense and he drives himself out there. He’s not even sure what he’s supposed to say or what excuse that might possibly work here but if he didn’t do something he was liable to shoot someone.

Or actually see what it would take to raise a man and then kill him again.

So without more than how he feels coiling him tighter than a spring, he bangs on the familiar trailer door and waits. Then he bangs again. Waits. Repeats. It’s the seventh time before the door opens with a snapped, “Th’ hell do you want?!”

“Hello to you, too, Robert,” he greets, “Mind if I step in?”

“Absolutely not,” comes the immediate response as the other’s demeanor goes guarded and wary, “I thought I made it quite clear to you that…”

And it was as far as Doc was willing to let the other go as he took a few steps in and crowds the man back into the trailer. “What part of ‘no’ was not clear in that?” Bobo demands teeth bared at him.

“All of it,” he replies amiably.

“How...You know what, I’m not asking anything else. Get out. And stay away from me, Holliday.”

“Now, Robert, I know you don’t mean that.”

“No? You want me to throw you out and see if I don’t mean it?” comes the low warning in a growled tone that should have him worried but honestly, he’d spent the week concerned about other things.

“Robert, what is this really about because I know something happened. You have never pulled away this hard before.”

“There is nothing between us for you to concern yourself about. Go back to Shorty’s and leave me alone, Holliday. I mean it.”

But he didn’t, that much was clear. In fact, the more Doc looks the more afraid the other seems. Of him. It hits like a freight train as he finally realizes what he should have known from the start in terms of this man alone: there were things Bobo Del Rey was used to, a lot of them. However, there were things he wasn’t and Doc had probably hit them all the last time they were together.

Robert was absolutely not sure how to handle what had transpired the last time they were together and he was running scared. Doc should not have waited this long to come and find him but he’d been hoping the other would calm down and talk. Clearly there were things so broken that he had to be more conscientious of them if he wanted to make this work between them. And he did very much want this to work.

“Robert,” he says softer this time, more gently, “I told you that I was in this to the end and I meant it. You can trust me not to hurt you on purpose. You mean way too much to me for me to just let this go. Confide in me or at least give me an idea here what happened.”

“Holliday…”

The warning was clear: he did not want to have this conversation. At all. But Doc was nothing if not a stubborn bastard so he takes an alternative road and leans the inches between them to press his lips to his softly, sweetly. And it definitely catches the other off-guard drawing a soft sound from low in his throat. Doc breaks it with a quiet, “You are not used to someone being sweet to you, are you? You have no idea how to handle this.”

“Don’t…”

“Robert, you deserve to be treated gently because you deserve all good things. Me being kind to you does not come with any sort of strings. There are no ulterior motives, nothing waiting in the wings to trip you up and trap you or hurt you worse, I promise. Just let me love you, you insufferable demon and stop hiding from me.”

“You don’t.”

Doc blinks at him a moment at the sheer audacity those two words hold. “I don’t?” he asks, “You tellin’ me how I feel now?”

“You can’t possibly…”

“Oh, I can and I do,” Doc interrupts him not wanting to hear the rest of it but knowing what he means, “You seem to forget, Robert, that I am not now nor have I ever been like Wyatt Earp. I do not abandon what should be most precious to me. I am a lot of things but what I am not is in the business of usin’ a man for my own ends.”

“You have every reason to. Wyatt certainly…”

“Wyatt,” Doc sighs softly, “Listen to me carefully about Wyatt goddamn Earp would you? The man neither deserved you nor treated you properly. Hell, I didn’t do you any much of a service either back then. But unlike Wyatt, I do not intend to repeat my past indiscretions where you are concerned, Robert. I do not.”

“Just...please go.”

“No,” he says firmly, “No, Robert.” There is something heartbreaking about the look he’s flashed, the look of just desperation as it becomes clear that losing him might just be the last straw in a lifetime of abandonment and he’d prefer to do it now rather than later. Doc reaches and tugs the other to him. “I’m not leavin’, Robert. I’m not. Not without a hell of a fight. You’re stuck with me, Bobo Del Rey.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Henry. Don’t you dare.”

“I’m not, Robert Svane.”

He feels the other shift so he can press his forehead against Doc’s. “I can’t…” comes the quiet admission, “I cannot do this again, Henry. I can’t.”

“And you won’t,” he tells him, “Not alone. I’m not gonna leave you. I’m not. I’m here and good, bad, or ugly here is where I’m stayin’. Trust me a little would you?”

“Do you know what you’re asking? Do you honestly understand what you are asking of me?”

“I’m asking you to let me have what’s left of you, yes. You hold all that I am as well if you hadn’t noticed. I love you, insufferable demon, so stop hidin’ from me because I ain’t nearly the scariest thing here in Purgatory. That’s you if you’ll recall.”

“Henry…”

It earns a soft sigh before he reaches and lightly brushes his fingers along the side of the other’s face. “I know you’re used to people leavin’ when you need ‘em most, Robert. But I’m not goin’ anywhere without a hell of a fight and so much fuss the devil himself would get out of the way. I promise. You have to trust me better.”

“Trust isn’t something I’m good at. I did that with Wyatt, remember? And you know what that earned me.”

“I know,” comes the soft, sad response, “I know, Robert. But I’m very, very much not him.” And he'd do whatever it took to convince the other of that and of the fact that at the end of all things with him is where Doc wanted to be. Robert had become his home and his reason. He leans and gently kisses the corner of his mouth. “One of these days I am hopin' that you'll start to believe me.”

[3cf]

AoS Finale

It is the end and I have too many things in my head and too many feels, so I am just going to put out there a “few” things I really love about 7.12 and 7.13. I tried to kind of sort it out by character.

(Warning: forget proper English, it does no exist here, or at least probably even well less than usually).

Mack

This is the end and we get to have the iconic association of Mack and his axeshot gun one last time.

Love his sassy answer to the chronicoms coming for their faces: typical Mack one-liner (and Sousa’s comment afterward). 

Him bounding with Sousa and showing him appreciation.

“Find me some duct tape”. I guess I appreciate comic relief Mack a lot.

Reunion at the bar with YoYo. awww

Director Mack building a Lola for Coulson, being with YoYo, being uncle Mack and all. Always there to be the SHIELD, leading his man. Love to see it.

Deke

When he imitates Fitz !!! Especially considering the fact that the posture is something that Deke actually unconsciously do quite regularly (something that many amazing “like Bobo like grandson” gifsets show perfectly). The scene takes very little time and it is cute and funny and a proof of the FitzSimmons Family bond. I love it so much.

When there are vibrations to open the door, Deke is in defense position to protect Nana in no time. Protective Deke

And then so sweet, and caring with his beloved Nana who is so lost.

Him figuring out what is the machine and proposes the plan to bring the chronicoms. Well played Deke.

CEO mode, I’m in charge of the operation vibe.

Mack telling him he is a great friends, thanking him, calling him agent Shaw and all.

Staying for the team and especially for FitzSimmons to have their happy ending and because he is competent with the tech. I wish we had more of a goodbye but time running out and all... He expressed that he could actually like being stuck in the 80s (7.8 I think), he found his place in this time and so he too can have a happy ending there, even if he does have to sacrifice seeing the team. 

the new guy in charge *what? oops* “yeah!”. It is SO Deke.

(I really love what they did with Deke in s7, especially as his writting has been a diffucult journey sometimes).

They did mentioned him being in another timeline and being missed at the bar ...

Sousa

Well, AoS is really good at dynamics and relationship but they really nailed wrtting ships. In only 11 episodes they manage to make Daisy & Sousa love interests in a way that neither felt forced or rushed. I was a bit skeptical at first but I have to admit they made it work. Partly thanks to the whole loop in 7.9 as it gives different opportunities and less risk on Daisy’s part as he will not remember. So I did like the Sousy part of the episode.

“Impressive” “Thank you” I just found it hilarious. 

Gentleman and very smart man: chronicoms becoming missiles. Hell yeah!

He got to be a part of SHIELD, see the universe and be with Daisy, so he is a happy man.

Coulson

Throwback to s2 (with the hand and) with Fitz’s tech against Gordon (Science biatch!)

We got to hear him say on last time the classic: I am Phil Coulson Agent of SHIELD

Smug Phil agains Sybil and all. Plus Coulson interacting with the villain is always good.

His relationship with May getting better by the minute.

Well, good news he does not feel like “dying” just yet, he enjoys the world, is crazy about Alya and all, I was expecting so much sadder but no! He got to be around quite happily!!

Coulson Academy!!!!!!!

LOLA !!

May

Phil & Melinda sorting things out. Both wondering who they are, because they have been through so much changes, expressing their appreciation for each other even after all of those changes... It was time they had a bit of time to address it and I’m happy they made it and it was in a very Philinda way.

Huging Daisy !!!! and once she felt like it might have been to impulsive, Daisy reassuring her. (Daisy is so happy, smiling so much).

Her banter with Coulson

The Cavalery !!!! My fav thing about May in the finale. So much trauma, so much fights but she made it, she can own that name now, make it mean something else. That’s just... woaw powerful and beautiful moment.

someone other than Coulson calls her Melinda during the bar/annual reunion scene ! (i was shocked but happy they are family after all).

Saying she hates her job and complaining is such a May moment. But like Coulson says she loves it and somehow she seems to be stuck to find and take care of her own little ducklings from now on. FitzSimmons and Daisy gone well there is an academy full of potential agents to form and help becoming their best version of themselves.

She really insists about Coulson passing by and it seems like she really wants to be closer to him.....

YoYo

YoYo killing it is always a joy to see.

Her little exchange with Sousa

I think we got one last turtle man from her at the bar.

She got her happy ending, things going well with Mack, kills it as an agent. She does what she always wanted, changing the world for the better, saving lives, giving hope. It fits her so well. I love that she works with Piper and Davis. (7.8 was such a great episode and it gives her her time to shine, the whole bouncing back storyline is so beautiful).

Daisy

Her being all happy about the kiss with Sousa, she simply radiates joy and excitement and there is a playful side too.

Happiness and hug when she sees Deke! Okay her moto was saving my sister Jemma (SISTER JEMMA!!!!) so I was very pleasently suprised by her relief and warm welcome of Deke.

Any scene where she uses her power.

Talking about Jiaying and being lost with Kora.

Going straight to hug Coulson at the bar and then to May. I love when she embraces her daughter status

That fight against “Mister I am always in the tag”. Pure Agent Quake. And the last quake... damn. (Thank you Kora on this one though.)

Happy Sousy building a relationship. Still with SHIELD, helping Kora to find a place. The series is in a good part about her leaning who she is and relearning when everything changes, finding a family, a place and she does it for Kora... Happy Ending for Daisy !!!

That last talk with Coulson

Fitz

That he is THE threat to the chronicoms, the one constant that make them loose.

When Fitz appears! and then his joy and the whole team’s joy.

He is back with his accent and gestures. Trying to explain stuff and all.

He asks Deke to team up with him on the machine. awww

Fitz was so well prepared for the whole memory thing. It was geartly done.

we had time flashback and FitzSimmons scenes. 

the whole she remembers a bit of Fitz but not her feelings for him and then Fitz issaying that she forgot something that matters way more !!!!!! I mean he is hopelessly in love with her and he says that !!! Seriously such a magnificent proof of love for his little monkey. (because that left no doubt that they had a baby).

OUR EVERYTHING !!

Happy loving Dad Fitz !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

When Fitz arrived in the bar having trouble working I was so disturbed but it is just his little monkey. and LITTLE MONKEY like it is everybody’s headcanon about Dad Fitz but we got to hear in the show !!!!!

Jemma

Costume and can I have one stuff when she saw Daisy (+ Daisy and Deke’s yes). Cute and funny bit in the episode.

Smell his hairs!!!! When she says UNSTOPPABLE!!!

She called Z1 home !!!

two becomes one and three becomes one when putting the 084 together because no way they don’t have a child. so yes I love it/

Jemma’s ring beeing the key is such a Fitz and FitzSimmons thing to do.

we had time flashback and FitzSimmons scenes.

When she remembers,” what we are fighting for” ahhhhh

every scene with or about Alya. FitzSimmons Family in Z1.Mama Jemma ! I want it all.

Enoch

loved every single mention of him or small apparition I love both.Enoch

when the chronicoms say as we have always been... that punch in the gut. (though it does not make that much sense)

His ending is way less happy but 7.9 gave him a beautiful one no the less and it took the time to do it properly, it makes me cry so much but it really is a special moment and they did no rushed the scene for which I am very grateful.

Piper & Flint

I was so happy when they appeared on the screen, even if we did not see them much, I was expecting less, so good suprise.

Just all the Piper in 7.13, felt good to have her back.

anything you want -> Davis !!!!!!!!!!! Damn !!

Flint at the academy !! (May is going to have to take care to new ducklings).

Alya

Well I love that she exists. The little family is the cutest, they are so happy to be a little family, all the uncles and aunt seems to love her so much too. FtzSimmons as parents are adorable (and unstoppable).They are just so happy with their little life together and their own perthshire cotage. And she seems a bit special in a very FitzSimmons way so... I love it!

Also, the whole doing her own fish is so funny and cute. Especially with Little Girl Jemma talking about her project to study some special kinds of fishes in inescapable and the little ref to it when her memories are still a mess.

Other stuffs

Young John Garrett (I like him in his few episodes in s7).

Kora “redemption” but like mainly because she was very clearly being manipulated and because of Daisy. it is less heavy on Daisy like that and in some ways she got another chance with her biological family and she can do for her what other have done for her.

084 scattered through time and in pieces to not be seen by Sibyl & cie. It’s smart, 084 is also a classic of early seasons (one of the first mission, Skye, the whole obelisk...) and Enoch

I like that they say “what we are fighting for several times” but never really explicit it.  (I think)

Happy endings for everyone !!! Honestly that does feel great. Plus, they are just happy to see each other again.

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Headcanon Part 4

I am the storm sent to wake you from your dream.My "Headcanon" (Nidhogg, Louie, and Yvette. Mostly Nidhogg) Part 1 This one is a long one, so I'll be splitting it into parts. I don't thinkI AM THE STORM SENT TO WAKE YOU FROM YOUR DREAM.

Headcanons/Vingettes/snippets part 2Oh lordy...this is it. Love Nikki has the longest list of headcanons EVER...or well, that I’ve written. Jesus...never thought a dress-up gamI AM THE STORM SENT TO WAKE YOU FROM YOUR DREAM.

Headcanon Part 3Dress up game...one character...inspired all this...wow. But, I was able to dig up some old “flames” because of this, so it’s all good. PrevI AM THE STORM SENT TO WAKE YOU FROM YOUR DREAM.

And now, page 4. I don’t think this record will ever be surpassed by any other fandom. Geez..Also, spoilers for the CN Dawn Front event that happened around Sept 15th.

1. When it comes to the human trafficking for Grey Raven situation, there is plenty of blame to go around. I believe that because Regent 7 is found necessary, Grey Raven has a lot more leverage in the Night Order than he should. Both Reid and Nidhogg balked at the idea the way Johnny Lawrence did when his sensei told him to “Sweep the leg” in the Karate Kid. Both used arguments similar to what I used in the Discord along with Reid saying that he has plenty of money for clothes/designers to use as a means of breaking the Curse through Styling Contests. However, Grey Raven was successful at manipulating both of them to gather prisoners and use them for his experiments/more Shade people. “Are you not the King of Swords?” Grey Raven asked. Nidhogg makes it clear that he would only do this when Regent 7 no longer works and “not a moment before”. Guess what conveniently happened? So, Nidhogg gives the order to send prisoners to Grey Raven. The Blood Curse mutates to resist any drug to counteract it, but it’s still convenient for Grey Raven, who has ulterior motives.

He actually has the GALL to blame Louie for this. The Nameless Knights hold the key to breaking the Blood Curse so the kidnappings for Grey Raven could have been prevented if Louie would simply give up the Key/NOT destroy shipments of Regent 7. I predict that someone in the Night Order(most likely Nidhogg) will use the victims as leverage against Louie in order to obtain the Key.

2. Speaking of Louie, when he rescued someone from the “holding camps”/Grey Raven, he was beside himself with rage. You could have heard him on another planet and he was especially vocal when fingers were pointed at him.

3. Nidhogg has pursued Louie twice by car. First instance, Louie tells him “you’re not man enough for me and even if you were, I WON’T STICK MY DICK IN CRAZY” before speeding off. Second time was after Louie rescues a victim who “lived among fields of gold.” The second time is where Louie goes off on him and he has other people in a “three way call”/eavesdrop. He knows that people might think he is crazy, but since the trafficking has become widespread with many escapees/whistleblowers, he is certain that people won’t easily believe that “it’s all made up”.

4. Grey Raven loves teasing Nidhogg. His other hobbies include slamming fingers in car doors and setting his hair on fire. Anyway, he views Nidhogg’s conscience as a “taint” and tells him often that “I can change that. I can make it go away. Things would be much easier then.” Nidhogg constantly refuses saying that “I am strong enough to bear the burden.” However, he admits only to himself that he has been tempted to let Gray Raven take away all feeling/conscience, but knew that doing so would mean losing a lot more.

5. Confession Bear: Grey Raven is a riot and I ADORE him. I don’t quite ship him with Nidhogg, but I love the teasing and Grey Raven being very much aware of the leverage he has in the Order.

6. The reason why Nidhogg killed Lunar was because Grey Raven wanted her for experiments as a means of getting back at Louie for ruining his reputation. He intended to make sure that she suffered immensely before making her into a “better version of Shade.” Nidhogg made it clear “that is not going to happen.” Since Louie claimed the body, Grey Raven would be hard pressed to find it, much less take it for himself.

7. The Night Order is on the hunt for butterfly jewelry. So is Nikki. Louie has one of the butterfly items(his veil), but that wasn’t made by Sayet. Still, he’s not surprised that Night Order would want it.

8. Louie has a lot of white wigs and some of them make him look more beautiful than he already is. But, like Griffith, he has the “hawk eye” along with a hard edge when provoked. The difference is that Louie’s temperament is well, a bit more hot and he can be frightening to witness. He has an astonishing amount of clothes and a lot of that is due to Blue Bird packages sent by Lunar. He tried to “ghost her”, but found that he couldn’t. He often joked about changing the name of the Nameless Knights.

9. He has two lieutenants: a young woman and a young man. Both are considered “voices of reason” to Louie’s occasional outbursts.

10. The trafficking situation is where everything started to “slip away” for Nidhogg and finally decided to do what needed to be done to gain the “great power.”

11. There were multiple whistleblowers in the trafficking and not one of them were found out. It is, however, known that they were appalled at what was happening and blew the whistle as soon as they had the chance. Everyone has their limits.

12. Louie didn’t ultimately leave because of the “kiss”, but because he didn’t want to go to Lilith to help with Nidhogg’s plans and he was not about to defer to Nidhogg. At first, they argued about it with Louie being shut down. He appeared “deferential”, but on the day they were supposed to leave, Louie packed up his things and left to become a mercenary—something Nidhogg never approved of him doing.

Louie was the one who tore up the picture of him and Nidhogg and left a torn half on the bed. That’s what Nidhogg came home to and it devastated him as he felt very much betrayed(ironic considering what he later on did in Lilith/Yvette).

13. Louie hated the fact that Nidhogg seemed to conflate understanding with agreement and repeatedly called him on, especially at the final car chase. He went so far as to call Nidhogg, “A victim piece of shit!” and that he was understood “ALL TOO WELL!” That’s the CHARITABLE way to put it. Please keep in mind that the drama between these two men were in front of a young woman, three teenage girls(Bobo was actually with them. I made a booboo in one of the parts) and a talking cat.

14. While a lot of what Louie claimed about Nidhogg was largely true, it doesn’t change my headcanon “fact” that he had a distorted view of his adopted brother. According to Reid, Louie was “blinded by hate”. ALL of the Night Order viewed Louie as the greatest threat with Nikki at a very close second(really, it’s Nikki, but Louie has a louder personality, a stronger Dawnblade, and ties to Nidhogg). They found it baffling that Nidhogg was willing to kill Nikki, but not Louie. After all, Nidhogg is “The King of Swords”, right?

15. Liliana was supposed to be the “alternative bunny” if Yvette didn’t work out. He wanted to take Liliana instead of Yvette, but the former was deemed “unacceptable.” Liliana would have been way more cooperative as she wasn’t fond of styling contests either and didn’t like the Blood Curse either as she felt that Styling Contests were imposed on everyone, regardless of their ability. Those with other talents were basically screwed unless they had support from those with “the clothes”. As for the Blood Curse, she has been affected by it on more than one occasion due to her constant misgivings about how disputes on Miraland are settled and the occasional refusal to do what is required should she lose. She loves Yvette’s school and appreciates the non violent revolution Yvette is leading.

16. This is really more of an odd theory, but I think that Hostess L may have been a Nikki lookalike who was part of the Nameless Knights, hence her name. Because of this, the Nameless Knights have “the key to the Blood Curse” if not one of them. I actually came up with this quite suddenly. Would be an interesting twist for sure and it would explain the suit she was wearing when she won(black dress with a sun pendant).

17. Despite what the current Lore says, I still consider Nidhogg a Scorpio. I have him born on November 13th(number of the Tarot Death). He shares the same birthday as Leatherstrip(industrial/ebm musician), ftr. Coincidence. Also, this year, it falls on Friday the 13th. But, since I still adore him, I guess he gets two Bdays. :) He really should have been an Air sign though. Gemini would have been perfect, especially since Bobo is currently the only one.

18. I also hold on to Nidhogg being 4 years older than Louie. At least I got the OLDER part right. :p I just fee like being under 30 is too young, but too much into the 30’s would be too old. 31 is just right, imo.

19. Before the black Camaro(aka, Maro) and the white Mustang(White Horsey), Nidhogg and Louie shared a Jeep. It was known as a “Rubicon” or “Rubi”. When Louie left, Nidhogg drove in that jeep to Lilith and Pigeon. He ended up eventually giving away for “image” reasons. He purchased the Camaro right before he became Prime Minister.

20. Glossing Rose was inspired by an abstract art piece done by Liliana. When he first arrived at Cicia Design School, Liliana, who was around 11 at the time, was among the first people he met and he knew her for years. He was accused of stealing from her when the Pink Bunny stockings were introduced “That’s not his style!” He admitted that they were inspired by one of Liliana’s drawings and she often was an inspiration. Emperor’s Woman, otoh, is clearly his actual design style and he does have a similar suit. He never actually stole from her nor did he ever claim credit for any of her works.

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Imagine Bobo discovering your nipples are pierced

Bobo Del Rey x female!Reader

CW: dubcon nipple play

You almost think you’re imagining at first, a sudden tug at your left nipple. It feels just like when your barbell piercing gets caught on something for a second, but when you look down, nothing is touching you. You’re just standing there, near Bobo Del Rey’s trailer at the center of the park, trying to look intimidating as you back up Wynonna and Dolls while they use their warrant to search for incriminating evidence.

Bobo got his ass pulled out of the trailer almost immediately, after running his foul mouth enough to piss Wynonna off. Now he’s waiting out here in the sun with you and a few other badges, sitting forward with his elbows resting on his knees and feigning boredom. But you see the fingers of his right hand tap-tap-tapping against his left. He’s antsy. Worked up about something. And hopefully, Black Badge was about to find it.

The strange sensation in your nipple repeats itself, this time on your right. You reach up and rub your fingers over your piercing, reassuring yourself that everything is normal. Bobo’s looking in your direction, so you drop your hand quickly. You don’t want to look like a freak, just feeling yourself up in public. Especially not while he’s looking.

Bobo smiles. He’s smiled at you like this before; charming, like he knows some secrets he’d love to let you in on, if only you’d give him some of your time.

Arrogant bastard. You stand up straighter, cross your arms under your chest and do your best to look like a badass not worth fucking with. Sure, he managed to steal a kiss from you that one time, and your whole body still fizzes with pleasure when you remember the feel of being pressed up against him, but you are strong, and you are a Good Guy, and you are not letting Bobo Del Rey compromise you again.

Another tingle at your nipples. This time both at once, and this time it lasts longer. It almost feels like the barbells are spinning? But that makes no sense. You bite your lip and shift on your feet until the strange sensation passes.

“Something bothering you, Deputy?” Bobo calls over. He’s about twenty feet away from your position; easy to keep an eye on but not close enough for comfortable conversation.

“I could ask you the same thing,” you retort. “You know, Bobo, things will go a lot easier if you tell us now, what you’ve got hidden in there.” You tip your shoulder at the trailer behind you. “Before we find it ourselves.”

“Nothing to find.” His tone is too smug. Maybe he already moved it, whatever it is that Wynonna thinks he has. “But I’ll take a moment and think. I do hear it always feels better to get a few things off your chest.”

He sits back, and at that exact moment another tugging comes at your nipples. Left, right, one, two, like someone has grasped the metal ball on the side of each one and flicked them in turn. It’s hard not to gasp; you turn away from Bobo and look at the ground so that you can focus solely on this bewildering sensation.

You lift your crossed arms high, pretending you’re cold but actually just trying to use the backs of your hands to soothe your nipples. So when that odd tickle comes again, you are able to feel that both metal bars really are twisting, by themselves, underneath your clothes.

Mashing your arms against your tits can’t stop it from happening. If anything, it only makes the sensation feel stronger, and more maddeningly impossible.

When you look at Bobo at you there’s a wide smirk on his face. That. Bastard. Only just now do you remember what spooky revenant power he seems to have, the ability to move things with his mind. He tilts his head, gives you a lascivious look, and tugs both bars evenly, straight out from your chest, with nothing but a flick of his fingers.

The intensity is absolutely perfect, stimulating you with only a hint of pain. Without even touching you, Bobo has created the exact sensation that was the reason you got these piercings in the first place. He can see the way your mouth falls open, the way heat rushes to your face.

He does it again.

You hear Dolls comes stomping down the rusty metal stair of the trailer at your back. “This the only trailer that’s yours?” your boss asks Bobo brusquely. “Maybe you’ve got a shed around back?”

Bobo spreads his hands wide. Your piercings come with the gesture, though he drops them before it hurts. “What you see is what you get, Deputy Marshall.”

“Is that so?” Dolls sounds skeptical, and frustrated. “Because if you’re lying to me, it would be a direct violation of—"

You stop paying attention to Dolls’ words as the tweaks come again, almost painful now. You swallow a moan, and can’t do anything about but stare at Bobo’s face and plead for mercy. Heat is pooling between your legs, and you really wish your boss wasn’t standing right next to you now.

Dolls is still talking, some angry rant by the sound of it, as Bobo tilts his head at you and makes your piercings fucking vibrate while his eyes gleam. You’re not going be able to take much more of this; you grit your teeth and feel your legs getting weak under the teasing waves of restless pleasure tearing through your body as you stare back at that bastard.

Dolls’ voice raises in pitch, cutting through your staredown. “Are you even listening to me, Mr. Del Rey?” His eyes follow Bobo’s, finding you as their target.

“I apologize, Deputy Marshall,” Bobo says, voice dripping with false courtesy. He drops his mental hold on your piercings, though not without one final tug that makes you flinch and hug your arms tight over your chest. “It’s just that your deputy over there has the most captivating beauty. I just get lost in her eyes. As well as her other… assets.”

Dolls looks even angrier as Bobo’s eyes drop from your face down to your chest, licking his lips like a total horndog. “Watch it, Bobo,” your boss warns.

“She looks a little under the weather, actually,” Bobo continues. He flicks his hand wide, and you flinch at the gesture, expecting to feel another tug at your nipples. But it doesn’t come. “My trailer is open,” he says, and you realize he was just pointing at the door, “if she needs to lie down for a little while. Don’t worry, Deputy Marshall, I’ll take good care of her.”

Dolls actually growls at Bobo before turning to you and examining your face. There’s no way to hide your unsettlement, but he probably can’t interpret what flavor of torment Bobo is putting you through. “What did you do to her?” Dolls demands, whirling back to face the villain.

Bobo puts his empty hands up. “I haven’t touched her. Been sitting right over here the whole time.”

Dolls looks back at you. “Did he do something to you?”

There is no way in hell you are going to explain what’s going on right now, not with Bobo sitting there smugly, and not with armed revenants, and several more of your coworkers, watching the whole exchange closely. “No,” you reply, shaking your head bravely. Bobo can’t resist plucking at your nipples one more damned time, but you hold it together under Dolls’ level gaze. “I think I ate something bad. It might be about to catch up with me. Permission to go wait in the vehicle?”

Dolls’ eyes soften just a little in sympathy. “Granted. We’re finishing up here anyway.”

You nod at Dolls and move toward the exit.

Bobo thinks he’s so fucking funny. His grin ignites once more as he sets those barbells spinning, but now that all the attention is on you, you’re done giving him a reaction. The trailer park gate is just a few hundred yards behind Bobo’s head. You’re determined to keep your dignity until you make it there.

You walk right past the villain, refusing to skirt around him, needing to make it clear you’re not unnerved by him in any way.

When you get close, Bobo raises his hand like he wants you to stop and talk to him. “One last thing, Deputy.” You’re close enough to touch but he doesn’t grab you; that earns enough goodwill for you to actually stop. You’re mindful to keep a polite distance from his body, with so many eyes on you. But Bobo’s telekinetic fuckery yanks at the underwire in your bra, pulling you to bend over close so he can speak right into your ear.

“If you’re still wearing those cute, convenient little things in your tits the next time you come down here, I’ll know that you like me.” You try to pull away, but your bra tugs you in closer. Bobo even dares to run a finger under your jaw as he purrs deeper into your ear, “And just imagine, if you were pierced a little further south…”

He lets you rush away then, followed by his throaty chuckle. You put your hand over your mouth so you can pretend that whatever he said only made you feel sick.

Notes: credit for this spectacular concept goes to @equalstrashflavoredtrash of the ever-devious and dirty mind. Bobo taglist is open:  @allsharingonebreath, @demoncrypt1066, @writingfromasgard, @that-was-not-supposed-to-happen, @peachieowl @savismith

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Wynonna Earp 2x06 Whiskey Lullaby

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Stray thoughts

1) “Don’t talk about my partner’s ass” Hearing Doc say those words in regards to Dolls gave me so much joy!

2) So, Black Badge indeed no longer exists, at least not in the same shape and form as we knew it. They’ve cut Dolls, Purgatory and the Earps loose and they are now left to their own devices. If they’re not a government agency, then what are they? Who else would be interested in fighting the supernatural institutionally? Anyway, the dude told them that when Doc freed Dolls, other things escaped, too.

3) Who or what are these women? Are they widows? Is that why they dress in black?

4) So Wynonna is pregnant. And she’s also in denial mode. I get it, I mean this was definitely not part of the plan. I mean, she really doesn’t have a plan per se, but you know what I mean. She’s refusing to deal with this right now, but who are we kidding? That’s not something that you can really postpone dealing with. You have to make a decision either way. Also, is Doc the father? I’m trying to remember if she slept with anyone else after that, but I think she didn’t? Or is this like a supernatural pregnancy? And what about the goo? Did the goo affect the baby? Is Wynonna going to have the baby? And if she does, will it be an actual baby or are they going to turn it into a Connor? So many questions! I am really interested in seeing where this show is headed with this storyline…

5) To distract herself, Wynonna goes begging Nicole for a case, but there seems to be no supernatural activity lately. Well, except for…

6)  So, there are rings and they’re talking about wives and husbands, so they must be widows, but whose widows are they? They’re looking for the location of a seal, and they mention Bobo and the Stone witch, none of whom are available. And when they mention Juan Carlos, they mention that they’re not strong enough to face him. Huh.

7) Hypnos? And the Creepster is asking for more time for the Widows (yes, they are widows, I got it right!) Does this mean this Hypnos guy will hypnotize everyone in Purgatory? Will he turn back time? Make time go slower? He’s doing something alright…

8)

DOLLS: We are free agents. Free to make our own rules and to pursue our own objectives. DOC: Welcome to the club. I've been here a while. I'll show you what areas are off limits. DOLLS: Well, that's my point. There are no areas that are off limits anymore. ME:

Seriously, though, last time we saw them they were getting along just fine, so what happened between then and now?

 9) So, this is what was happening…

DOLLS: Hey, Wynonna. You wanna grab coffee with me? There's something I wanna discuss with you that's personal. WYNNONA: Yeah, sure.

Does this mean that Dolls and Wynonna will be a thing? I truly can’t accept that Doc/Wynonna are over? How? They were even barely started! 

10) Okay, Waverly just suggested Doc is the baby’s father… This can’t be the end of Wynonna and Doc. I’ll Calcutta bitch!

Even though I agree with Wynonna in that it is her situation and it is up to her who to tell and when, Waverly does make a great point that it’s not fair to either Dolls or Doc not to let them know about her “situation.” I’m guessing Wynonna is going to handle it in true Wynonna fashion and it’s gonna be messy.

11) Oh, Nicole and Waverly are so beautiful and hot together?

And I’m super glad they addressed this because it was kind of tormenting me not knowing whether Waverly was really Waverly when they were together while they were possessed…

NICOLE: You taste like my Waverly again. WAVERLY: What's wrong? NICOLE: I was just thinking how much of the other times were you, you? You know, because you said things, and we did things, and I don't know what was real. WAVERLY: No. It was all real. Okay? It was all me. NICOLE: How can you be sure? WAVERLY: Because I don't remember much about when it was in control. But I remember every second I was with you. Each touch. Every kiss.

12) I guess Hypno dude just put them all to sleep?

And the timing couldn’t have been more perfect for Wynonna, she was really dreading the “personal” conversation with Dolls. But why? Is it because she doesn’t see him in that way? Or is it because she truly does and it scares the shit out of her? I’m guessing it’s the latter, but I don’t want it to be. I have nothing against Dolls, but I love Wynonna and Doc! 

13) I guess the Widows did get some time. A few months, actually…

Damn, this means the choice to be pregnant or stop the pregnancy was taken away from her.

How did people survive, though? I mean, Wynonna was covered in dust, and all the food is rotten, which means that time literally went by, it’s not that they just fastforwarded…

Also, damn, their breath must be AWFUL!

14) They need to take drugs to keep themselves awake, but Wynonna obviously can’t take any… and Dolls is making heart eyes at her, and I just realized he still hasn’t seen her baby bump…

15) “The whole town has been asleep for weeks.” Okay, exactly how many weeks? I need to know! So they kept up the whole town asleep this long by threatening with hurting Poppy, who is… Hypnos’ daughter? Lover? I have no idea. But now that Wynonna is awake he can’t make her and the gang fall back asleep… She’s too strong. Damn straight she is!

16) And if people stay asleep too long, they’ll never wake up. Cool. Cool cool cool. Waverly’d better fucking hurry up and wake up Doc yesterday!

17) What are these bitches doing to Wynonna? They’d better not hurt the baby!

18) And this is how Doc fell asleep…

19) Jeremy just woke up and went straight to business. The second seal is apparently in Shorty’s, so they’d been sitting on it this whole time. The problem is that the Widows stole all their plans and research and probably know this already. 

20) And Dolls just realized Wynonna is preggers…

I’m guessing now the million-dollar question will be asked – who’s the father? Wynonna insists that nothing has changed and that she can still kick some evil ass, but… that’s probably the last thing in Doll’s mind right now?

21)  And this is everything I didn’t know I needed in my life?

A pregnant lady kicking ass? HELL YES! 

22) Okay, Poppy is Hypno’s daughter, and the Creepster has obviously taken her to rape her, so Hypno agreed to help Wynonna if she makes sure his daughter is safe, which I think it’s something Wynonna could relate to.

23) The Widows just fucking froze Waverly and Doc? Are they going to eat them up?

24) Bless Nicole, she’s been tracking the Creepster’s phone because she knew he was gross and evil. Bless Wynonna for her reaction, too.

25) Well…

Then he says she’s amazing and tries to save face or a bit of his ego by saying she’s an amazing agent, yeah, right.

26) Please let Jeremy save the day. Pleasepleaseplease.

27) He so didn’t.

28) Oh my God, the fucking Creepster is asking Poppy to role-play as Waverly before he rapes her? PLEASE SOMEONE MURDER HIM! 

29) Ugh, Nicole, why would you shoot him in the shoulder and let him run away? Straight between the eyes! And what the fuck else did he do that will get him killed? Worse than what he’s already done?

30) The Widows managed to break the seal, but there’s a third one…

31) And this is how Wynonna told Doc about the baby…?

He’s all teary-eyed, omg, is he happy? Sad? I guess there will be one relationship in his life with strings after all, and I’m not talking about Wynonna. But damn, he didn’t handle the news well, he just walked away and didn’t say anything… 

32) So… no time has really passed except for the baby… How convenient for the plot...

33) Damn, Dolls just shot Hypno in cold-blood and forced Wynonna to off him. He’s truly butthurt about the baby, isn’t he?

34) Doc wrote a note for Wynonna. And Jeremy knew Wynonna was pregnant all along hahaha! 

35) Clootie?

 Oh. This is what he did. He killed Clootie.

36) Damn, this whole scene… 

WYNONNA: Am I a screw-up? Yeah. I've also been on two types of birth control since I was 13 years old. But the universe doesn't give a damn. It's never given me a choice, it's never… not whether I wanted to be the Heir or a m… a mother. WAVERLY: I know you're overwhelmed, okay? But not everything is because you're an Earp. WYNONNA: Yeah, it is. It always comes back to the curse, Wave, always. I really, I… I can't do this. WAVERLY: Hey. WYNONNA: No. WAVERLY: Hey. WYNONNA: This poor asshole! WAVERLY: Hey I'm not saying it's gonna be okay. But I'm just saying I'm here.

I’m just, wow. There are so many things that I love about this scene and this plot and what it means for Wynonna. First of all, I’m so glad it’s not a supernatural pregnancy and that it wasn’t the result of rape – magical or otherwise. It’s the result of consensual sex, which is sadly unprecedent in supernatural shows. Think about that for a minute.

There’s the question of choice, too. Wynonna didn’t choose to get pregnant nor did she choose to remain so. I doubt she would’ve ended the pregnancy, but the fact remains, she was deprived of that choice. It’s easier to understand her initial denial and reluctance to discuss the pregnancy in light of this final scene. It’s sad but I think it has to do with the fact she doesn’t think she’s fit to be a mother. Wynonna handles herself with a lot of bravado and self-confidence, but most of the time, it feels as though she’s trying the old “fake it till you make it” strategy. She’s deeply insecure and she thinks very low of herself. On top of that, she’ll be bringing a child into this supernatural mayhem that it’s her life. She’s fully aware she’ll be putting a burden on her child, In a way, she fears she’ll be doing to that child the same thing that has been done so many times to her – depriving them of choice.

I’m just very intrigued as to how they’re going to deal with this pregnancy, and I can’t help but wonder again – will there even be a baby or are we facing a Connor situation? There has already been one time-jump, so it’s possible there’s another one…

37) Aw, Doc, this is why I love you…

He’s all fucking in!

38) Hope you enjoyed my recap, and, as usual, if you’ve got this far, thank you for reading! If you enjoy my recaps and my blog, please consider supporting it on ko-fi.Thanks!

[ownweapon]

canon divergence / headcanons. i’m having trouble getting my pages the way i’d like them right now, so under the cut are each of my current canon divergences, in detail. it’s more up to date than my pages. any mentions of dolls & bobo were discussed prior with @ownagent / @owncurse; all other characters mentioned as part of this are flexible, as i don’t want to speak for other roleplayers. this is not spoiler free!

the contents list -

001. wynonna’s institutionalisation. 002. wynonna’s pregnancy. 003. wynonna’s alcoholism. 004. events of s02e06, ‘whisky lullaby’. 005. dolls in s03e02. 006. wynonna & doc. 007. wynonna & charlie. 008. constance in s03e08. 009. wynonna & bobo in s03.

001. wynonna’s institutionalisation.

at least three psychiatric hospitals or wards seem to exist in and around the purgatory area; for a small town, that is far too many. for the sake of pulling things together i headcanon that wynonna resided at st jude’s psychiatric, rather than st victoria’s; as st jude is the patron saint of lost causes, it also makes sense thematically and symbolically.

002. wynonna’s pregnancy.

wynonna struggles hugely with the revelation that she’s pregnant; she’s mentally ill, and an alcoholic, and she’s never held down a long term relationship in her life. and she kills demons for a living. but, she is not forced into having no choice about the baby (see 004), and she’s really not that good with birth control in the first place. it’s a really hard decision, and wynonna pressures herself into it in a lot of ways - she puts herself in a corner where she feels like she has no choice. but she does make the decision herself, and comes to enjoy parts of the experience of being pregnant, traumatic as it could be. alice is her choice, in the end.

003. wynonna’s alcoholism.

wynonna is aware she has a very genuine alcohol problem. this ties into 002 and 004; the only time she stops drinking for any length of time is when she finds out she’s pregnant. however, she does not stop cold turkey; dolls helped arrange and see wynonna through a medical detox, and staying sober for the rest of the pregnancy was incredibly difficult. she fell off the wagon after alice was born because of having to give her up, but she actively tries to at least curb the amount that she’s drinking, these days. it’s not always successful.

004. events of s02e06, ‘whisky lullaby’.

i previously used to scrap this entire episode, but i’ve decided i prefer retooling it; in my canon, wynonna has already chosen to stay pregnant and come to terms with the decision, and she’s told dolls, waverly (who told nicole, probably), and doc. the team doesn’t particularly get time to absorb the information before the time spell, though, and wynonna still surprises everyone by showing up fully six months pregnant. including herself. it shocks her, but she’s already chosen to have the baby, and after getting used to it is pretty pleased to have skipped most of her early-term morning sickness.

005. dolls in s03e02.

he’s not dead - it’s literally that simple - wynonna will have no fucking clue what you’re on about if you make reference to it in a thread. he’s alive and well and she loves him

006. wynonna & doc.

it might be obvious from my blog content that i am not doc’s biggest fan. i am 100% willing to discuss doc-related stuff with doc roleplayers, and respect canon divergences that they may have. that being said, after the ugliness of their fighting in s02e09, i generally head canon that around this point, wynonna stopped looking at doc romantically. she was and is attracted to him, and loves him, and at that point wanted him in alice’s life, but that’s not good enough for a relationship when they can be so completely incompatible. (note: she does still kiss him in s02e12, as a comfort.) the events of season three push her further from doc, and whilst she’ll always try to value who he was, she can’t forgive him for everything he’s done. she doesn’t know where that leaves them.

007. wynonna & charlie.

wynonna and charlie had a brief flirtation, and were friends, but they did not sleep together. not even once. i can’t do the “sleeping with the love of your mom’s life and the father of your sister” thing. i just really can’t. shudders.

008. constance in s03e08.

wynonna and kate don’t catch up to constance in time. by the time that they do, bobo has already gotten to her first; the result is ugly and bloody, but after everything constance did — to willa, to waverly, to her, not including the knowledge wyn doesn’t have about what constance did to bobo — wynonna doesn’t have it in her to be ... too mad about it. constance was a rapist and didn’t deserve any redemption, so for my blog, she didn’t get any. wynonna stepped around whatever was left of her corpse to pick up the tarot cards.

009. wynonna & bobo in s03.

firstly i would suggest reading most of owncurse’s divergence to cover the finer points of bobo’s character. whilst i’m open to writing with other bobos, owncurse is my main and i take their word as gospel when it comes to bobo, including that he was a double agent.

now onto the finer points: wynonna did not know bobo was in the well. she’s been isolated and institutionalised, she’s seen what being in the well did to doc - there is no way she would consent to anyone, even bobo, being locked up like that. taking liberty with other muses here, but my assumption for now is that doc told wynonna after bobo asked for waverly. from there, wynonna went into something of a panic, and decided to leave him in the well whilst she thought of a better idea - she was spared from having to worry about it by michelle freeing bobo, however. thanks mom. 

after they were both freed from bulshar’s hallucination nightmare, she took bobo to visit willa’s grave, and there was a mutual decision that bobo should come into ‘custody’ and help them. 

after bobo’s death in the season three finale, wynonna does grieve him, in her own way; she had forged an unexplainable connection with him and they understood each other, despite everything. she takes willa’s necklace from the clothes bobo leaves behind, to remember them both by. she also takes his fur coat from the cop shop.

[thisweekingundamwing]

This Week in Gundam Wing June 28 - 4 July 2020

Here’s this week’s roundup!

Remember to give your content creators some love! And join in on the events at the bottom!

~Mod Hel PS. So, I’m really bad at checking my email... I really need to get better at it. Some of these (which I’m sure will be new to a lot of you) are from long before this last week... whoops.

Fanfiction/Snippets/AU Ideas:

@bobo-is-tha-bomb​

Five dates with Mister Handsome https://wingqueero.tumblr.com/post/622383229580771328/five-dates-with-mister-handsome

1xReader (gender unspecified)

reader-insert, second person POV, fluff, romance

He was sinfully good looking and he had agreed to five dates with an idiotic drunk who claimed one single kiss was worth five dates. You couldn’t help but wonder why.

@coffeetailor​

Emergence (Ch. 11) https://archiveofourown.org/works/13322880/chapters/60710743

Duo Maxwell/Heero Yuy

Duo Maxwell, Heero Yuy, Quatre Raberba Winner, Trowa Barton, Chang Wufei, Sally Po

Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, borrowers fusion but don't call them borrowers, disturbing themes like people trafficking from the bad guys, Size Difference, Will probably be a series, alternate canon events, Macro/Micro

When the war ended, things went a little strange. First, Duo vanished after never having let them see him in person. Then, years later, a tiny race of people are discovered. And that's just the start of things.

Fun Curses with Catboys https://archiveofourown.org/works/25047898

Chang Wufei/Duo Maxwell

Chang Wufei, Duo Maxwell

magic transformation, Size Difference, catboy, Anal Sex, Post-Canon, Magic, wufei's a wizard, thar be porn

When Wufei leaves the Preventers, Duo goes snooping and finds out some things about his favorite (crush) loner. Like his hobbies in gardening, rare book collecting, and… magic? Probably shouldn’t have touched that, Duo. Good thing it’s a fun curse, and there’s a sexy wizard around to help out.

@chronicwhimsy​

Strangers (Ch. 6) https://archiveofourown.org/works/24357013/chapters/60473569

Chang Wufei/Duo Maxwell, Background Quatre x Relena, Background Heero x Trowa - Character

OC - Oliver McGann

Long Lost Twins, this was meant to be hijinks but then I got reminded these boys have Issues, Pining, Duo is a stressed-out jerk who needs a holiday, Post-EW, Frozen Teardrop can do one, sex in later chapters because this is me who are we kidding

If you said the word "brother" to Duo Maxwell, he'd think of the other pilots.

If you said, "no, your long-lost brother" to Duo Maxwell, he'd think of Solo and be very confused.

If you said, "no, your twin brother you were separated from at birth, and he's now working with the Preventers as a lawyer" to Duo Maxwell, he would go and punch his doppelganger.

Duo Maxwell isn't good at dealing with things, but unfortunately this particular thing isn't going to go away that easily.

@destinysblackrose​

It Takes a Legend... https://archiveofourown.org/works/25012021

Relena Peacecraft/Heero Yuy, Relena Peacecraft & Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell/Hilde Schbeiker

Heero Yuy, Relena Peacecraft, Trowa Barton, Duo Maxwell, Duo Maxwell Jr., Hilde Schbeiker, Chang Wufei

Angst, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Slice of Life, Duo's going to have his ribs broken, Gundam Wing children, #fatherhood, Fatherhood, Father's Day, Crass Humor, teenaged boy humor

“Listen, I can’t possibly imagine what it’s like to be you. You never had a childhood. And you never had a father—” 

“No,” Heero shook his head. “I didn’t. I trained to fight, to kill from…as far back as I can remember.” The visible side of his mouth, from Aidan’s vantage point, turned down.  

“It’s why,” he paused and picked up a wrench from the open drawer. “It’s why sometimes...I’m, I’m at a total loss…” He dropped the hand holding the wrench to his side. Aidan could see his knuckles change color where he throttled the metal implement.  

“Your mom is so much, better at these things… At being there for you.”

@doctormegalomania​

Introspective https://wingqueero.tumblr.com/post/622202012283584512/introspective

Implied 1x2, implied 3x4, implied past 2xH, past 1xR

self-exploration of gender identity and sexuality, reference to past sexual situations (non-explicit), candid conversations

Heero gives some thought to his sexuality.

Your Body’s Poetry (Ch. 20) https://archiveofourown.org/works/20438891/chapters/60737623

Duo Maxwell/Heero Yuy, Trowa Barton/Quatre Raberba Winner, Chang Wufei/Original Female Character(s), Relena Peacecraft & Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell/Original Male Character(s)

Characters: Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell, Trowa Barton, Quatre Raberba Winner, Chang Wufei, Sally Po, Relena Peacecraft, Lucrezia Noin, Zechs Merquise, Hilde Schbeiker

Past Relationship(s), Slice of Life, Post-Break Up, Slow Burn, Developing Relationship, Implied/Referenced Domestic Violence

Long after the wars, long after peace is established the Gundam Pilots discover one immovable fact: Relationships are hard work.

@duointherain​

Beneath: All Those Sounds https://duointherain.tumblr.com/post/622765434690781184/beneath-all-those-sounds-11

Notes: The boys are 35. They are married and they live in Seattle. Heero is a physician and a research scientist. Duo is a stay at home dad and a best selling novelist. They have twins who are spending the holiday with their grandmother Maureen and their godmothers, Rey and Precious. 

It didn’t take much. Neither of them said anything. The fireworks exploded outside their house, somewhere down by the water, far enough away that it was just a soft little press against the windows, against their souls.

Left on Read https://duointherain.tumblr.com/post/622787629087440896/fic-left-on-read-1

Duo Maxwell had decided, several years before, that he didn’t much like Preventers. At the time, he hadn’t know what he did like either. The therapist that Quatre had talked him into seeing had told him this was normal. Trauma would leave a person with little self, especially if the trauma had happened early and consistently. He had said quiet loudly, that day that he had plenty of self, everyone thought so! He was loud and brash and brave and drank too much, and had more lovers than she’d probably had in her whole boring life

@lemontrash​

The Morning Brightens https://wingqueero.tumblr.com/post/622390770875465728/the-morning-brightens

4x5

established relationship, coming out fic, fluff

After a night of not sleeping on it, Wufei discusses something important with Quatre.

@lifeaftermeteor​

Pride https://wingqueero.tumblr.com/post/622300166716833793/pride

1x2

pride parade, slice of life, fluff, asexual duo

Duo has only recently come to terms with his asexuality. It took him a long time to understand it, and even longer to embrace it as inherently part of himself. To celebrate, Heero takes him out onto the streets for New York City’s Pride.

@relenaforpresident​

Just Love: Queerness in Gundam Wing https://wingqueero.tumblr.com/post/622292634598293504/just-love-queerness-in-gundam-wing

No ships but reference to both 1xR and 1x2

non-fiction, personal essay, self-reflection, gender, queerness, fandom

A personal essay on how the Gundam Wing series and fandom community helped me change my personal beliefs on love and gender.

@simulacraryn​

Donguri https://archiveofourown.org/works/24733540

General Audiences

Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Heero Yuy, Odin Lowe

A short piece about Odin Lowe and his young protégé. This is an excerpt from a longer (discontinued) 2009 fic I once posted on ff.net ("Kaifuku"), but it can be read as a standalone piece.

Heero’s Inheritance https://archiveofourown.org/works/24658531

General Audiences

Heero Yuy, Odin Lowe

Illustrations, Headcanon

Just a short headcanon about Heero's past. Illustrated work.

TheManwell

A Season for Vengeance (Ch. 10) https://archiveofourown.org/works/22508074/chapters/53785717

Explicit

Trowa Barton/Duo Maxwell, Solo/Heero Yuy

Trowa Barton, Duo Maxwell, Catherine Bloom, Cathy's son (OC), Cathy's husband (OC), Heero Yuy, Zechs Merquise, Quinze (Gundam Wing), Solo (Gundam Wing), Nichol (Gundam Wing), Lucrezia Noin

dude in distress, Trowa for MVP, things that go boom, Backstory things, modern day AU, Sequel, alternating pov, Trowa POV, Duo POV

It's been over a year since Duo and Trowa escaped the pain and betrayal and danger of their pasts, went off the grid and started building a new life together. But when Duo's birthday comes and goes without a single obnoxious message from his older brother, they know something is wrong. It's time to break cover and check in. The only problem is that Duo's brother works for a powerful government agency, so making that call will put Duo and Trowa on their radar...

Fanart/Crafts/Photo Manips:

@antarespromise​

https://antarespromise.tumblr.com/post/622394387634257921

Quatre Raberba Winner, fanart

@bettertasting​

https://wingqueero.tumblr.com/post/622198278449168385/title-proud-artist-cindy-bettertasting

Gboys Pride Banner, @wingqueero​, fanart

@bobo-is-tha-bomb​

https://wingqueero.tumblr.com/post/622296415384764416/title-in-the-name-of-justice-and-love-artist

Pride Leo “In the name of Justice and Love”, @wingqueero​, gunpla

@coffeetailor​

https://wingqueero.tumblr.com/post/622303966073683968/title-special-delivery-artist-coffee

Duo/WuFei, @wingqueero​, fanart

@daddywarbats​

https://wingqueero.tumblr.com/post/622213395485229056/title-just-gals-being-pals-or-not-artist

Hilde/Relena, @wingqueero​, fanart

@deathscythehell​

https://wingqueero.tumblr.com/post/622209566153818112/artist-tami-deathscythehell-description-one

Duo/Quatre (best dads), @wingqueero​, fanart (comic)

@deejayers​

https://deejayers.tumblr.com/post/622482172907077632/and-wing-is-complete-talk-about-a-monster-this

Wing, gunpla

@gundayum​

https://wingqueero.tumblr.com/post/622439861179351040/hi-all-gundayum-here-im-gonna-try-and-not-make

Important Thank You, and some partied out WuFei, @wingqueero​, fanart

@gwfrozentears​

https://gwfrozentears.tumblr.com/post/622495742005772288/por-siempre-mi-pareja-favorita

Heero & Relena

https://gwfrozentears.tumblr.com/post/622493743305621504/he-comenzado-a-dibujar-nuevamente-inspirada-en-el

Heero

https://gwfrozentears.tumblr.com/post/622494840371970048

Heero

https://gwfrozentears.tumblr.com/post/622499630050066432

Heero

https://gwfrozentears.tumblr.com/post/622548456296300544

Heero

https://gwfrozentears.tumblr.com/post/622507185094721536

Heero/Relena

@lokineko​

https://wingqueero.tumblr.com/post/622205797731123200/title-quiet-happiness-artist-lokineko

Trowa/Heero, @wingqueero​, fanart

lotopauanka

https://wingqueero.tumblr.com/post/622288883271467008/title-just-married-artist-lotopauanka-social

Heero/Duo, @wingqueero, fanart

@oekakimemo​

https://oekakimemo.tumblr.com/post/622350648656134144/20200630-traditional-painting

Relena Darlian/Peacecraft, fanart

@page-of-wands11​

https://wingqueero.tumblr.com/post/622379476560609280/title-colourful-kiss-artist-page-of-wands

Heero/Duo, @wingqueero, fanart

@seitou​

https://wingqueero.tumblr.com/post/622394541550534656/title-pride-walk-artist-seitou-seitou-social

Pride Walk, @wingqueero, fanart

@tatakaumono​

https://tatakaumono.tumblr.com/post/621743027371819008/happy-24-day-pride-dont-tag-as

Quatre/Duo, fanart

@theboringbluecrayon​

https://wingqueero.tumblr.com/post/622387009366982656/title-family-pride-wip-artist-blue

Trowa/Quatre & Family, @wingqueero, fanart

Photosets/Gifsets/Screenshots/Manga Pages:

@bobo-is-tha-bomb​

https://bobo-is-tha-bomb.tumblr.com/post/622708372721025024/never-though-they-would-come-in-but-here-they

GW OST CDs, photo

https://bobo-is-tha-bomb.tumblr.com/post/622456639940919296/always-nice-when-the-mail-man-stops-by

gw artbooks, and other merch, photo

@cuteciboulette​

https://cuteciboulette.tumblr.com/post/622269950937186304/another-extract-from-the-cover-of-the

Heero/Duo, doujinshi “Toki no suna” by Sango Show cover

Fandom Discourse:

@2pcb has created a wonderful discord for gw artists who would like monthly prompts to get those creative juices flowing! DM them if you’d like to join!

@hanryuu would like to know whether anyone has translated the Blind Target drama cds. If you have any information on that we would be grateful!

Quotes:

@incorrectgundamwingquotes​

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/622379465062924288/duo-why-do-bigfoot-hunters-try-to-lure-him-with-a

Duo, Trowa, & WuFei

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/622560690151047168/wufei-we-can-talk-about-normality-until-the-cows

WuFei, Heero, Trowa, & Duo

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/622470062887075840/heero-run-thisdoesntbothermeexe-brain-file

Heero

Calendar Events:

@gwcocktailfriday​

Cocktail Fridays!

Post responses on Friday, during Happy Hour between 3 & 5 pm in your own timezone.

Here’s the prompt for Friday, July 10th! https://gwcocktailfriday.tumblr.com/post/622719166375493632/raspberry-mango-sangria-yield-1-pitcher-prep

In need of FALL/AUTUMN prompts!

@gwoc-october​

GW OC October 2020!

Help pick out prompts!

https://gwoc-october.tumblr.com/post/621130082429337600/hello-gundam-wing-folks-thats-right-gw-oc

@seasons-of-gundamwing

Voting Results: https://seasons-of-gundamwing.tumblr.com/post/622566396369485824/looks-like-well-be-doing-a-hilde-week-thanks-to

Summer of Hilde!

In need of prompts! https://seasons-of-gundamwing.tumblr.com/post/622567839387271168/summer-of-hilde-prompt-call

@wingqueero

Gundam Wing Pride Party 2020

Come check out all the amazing works! https://wingqueero.tumblr.com/

[takadasaiko]

Such Great Heights (a Wynonna Earp fanfic)

FFN II AO3

Part Eleven

When the call had come through she hadn't expected to find herself trudging through half-melted snow outside of town, in the middle of the night, looking for an old cabin in the middle of nowhere. One of Bobo's minions had turned up with a few photos and not much else. They knew Clootie had a few Revenants guarding the place, but what they were guarding was the standing mystery.

They had driven out as far as they dared without risking the noise drawing unwanted attention. Three vehicles - including Bobo's motorcycle - had been parked as inconspicuously as the foliage allowed for, and they'd split off into two groups to circle around for a better look.

"I still can't believe the asshole drank all my whiskey," Wynonna grumbled as they walked through the slushy snow.

"Were you saving it for tonight?" Waverly asked, her tone only part teasing and Wynonna knew the look her sister was giving her without looking.

"Maybe," she grumbled. It's not like he didn't know that she wasn't.

"He had help."

Wynonna glanced over to where Dolls was knelt down behind a fallen tree, binoculars against his face, and watching the cabin down below their ridge that they were hidden on for the time being. "Yeah? You help him? Should I add you to my shitlist too?"

She was pretty sure he rolled his eyes, but in the deep darkness and with half his face hidden behind the binoculars it was hard to tell for sure.

"Didn't you listen to anything Jeremy said earlier?" Waverly asked pointedly and when Wynonna shrugged there was no doubt that Waves rolled her eyes. "Not everyone is handling this as 'well' as you are," she said, making a show of the air quotes.

"It's not like we didn't all lose something. Even someone."

"Yeah, but let's face it, he doesn't have the option of getting the most important part of his life that he had there back again"

"I mean, it's not like you can either," Wynonna grumbled.

"Being the Heir was amazing, but it wasn't the most important part. Everyone I love being safe and happy was, and we can have that again. We can make it happen, but Bobo… He really did love Willa, and as crazy as she turned out to be…." Waverly ducked her head a little. "He got a chance with her. A normal chance without the curse blowing everything to hell. He lost the woman he loved and he lost his kids. He's never going to be able to get Grace back. Or even little Wyatt for that matter."

Wynonna pulled in a cold lungful of air and her lips stretched in a grimace. "Yeah."

"Yeah," Waverly answered, nudging her a little. "So if Jeremy needed to use a little liquid courage to get him to talk like the rest of us - well, most of us - have been trying to get each other to do, then I think you can go without your desk whiskey."

Wynonna pushed a long breath out through her nose and focused down on the cabin below, everything still and quiet as far as she could see. The others - some more willing than others - had tried to keep each other in check. They were focused on how real everything had been, how deeply they had felt everything, but Wynonna had just felt violated. She'd been ripped from her reality, kept from her child, and forced into…. Well, she had been forced, hadn't she? The happy home she'd lived in with Doc and Alice had been false. Fake. It wasn't something she would have dreamt of for herself, was it? She was a fighter, a drifter. She'd never thought long and hard and certainly not seriously of settling down, and even now the idea made her want to run for the hills. But, if she were honest - and Doc had wanted her to be honest - she wasn't unhappy in that world. Domesticity had always conjured up images of the stay-at-home wife kissing her husband goodbye as he went off to work while she cleaned and cooked and did… well, whatever domestic housewives did.

But her marriage to Doc in the dream world hadn't been that. Sure, there had been some routine. Alice had to be in bed by eight and one of them had to make sure the kid was fed, but she had still worked with Dolls for the BBD, even though she wasn't the Heir. She had still kicked butt and taken names. And they had been fun. The ring and the labels didn't change that. They tossed around in the sheets and they teased and they challenged. She'd missed his touch in the last week, missed the support that had come so unquestioningly. There hadn't been a night that she hadn't woken to a surprisingly empty bed in a house that was familiar yet different only to reach for him. It didn't matter how much she fought the idea, it had been her dream, if she had admitted it to herself or not. If it was meant to be or not. It had been something that she could see herself in someday, if they ever made it that far, and that terrified her more than a demon snarling in her face with Peacemaker a million miles away.

"There they are."

Wynonna jerked around to look at Dolls who was still crouched down. He offered the binoculars to Waverly and she peered through. "That's a lot of guards."

"He's definitely hiding something there. The question is what."

"Only one way to find out," Wynonna said as she pulled Peacemaker from its holster. "Call Nicole. We're going in."

There was no trust, only demands, and the demands were horrible. Willa had assumed that when Clootie had told her that he wanted her to kill the Heirs, he'd meant Wynonna and Waverly. That had made sense, but he'd chuckled at her, like there was some sort of joke that she wasn't privy to, and had assured her that he meant Wynonna and Alice. He wanted her to kill her niece. Willa knew that she had a twisted sense of acceptable limits, but this made her sick.

She did what she could to curb that, though, tilting her head high and holding his gaze. It was strange. There was a time that she would have thought that putting Wynonna down, maybe even putting Alice down, was a blessing. It had been Bulshar that had whispered those thoughts to her night after night as she laid alone, Robert away and handling various pieces of business with the Revenants, and she'd been fool enough to listen.

Robert had never told her a great deal about Clootie. She'd asked. Again and again she'd asked, but ever y time he'd buckled down and refused to give her the detailed answer. He hated him. Possibly more than he hated Wyatt on any given day, and even that Willa had questioned over the years. Clootie, she never did. He was the one that had started it all. The one that loomed as a darkened presence over Robert's life and had dragged him into that darkness. She hadn't known the good man before, but through the dream spell she had had a chance to meet him. He was kind where the man she knew here had long since had the kindness driven from him. Soft-spoken, gentle but firm, and with faith to spare. So much had been taken by Clootie, and with the comparison she had now, the reality of it hurt.

She wondered what that man would think of her now as she stood in her cage of a room, the agreement between she and the demon that had done this to him. Bulshar wanted her to end the Heirs. She was no longer a threat there, and the fact that she had crossed the line with hate in her heart had, after all, set her up to end the curse, just not in the way that she'd originally thought. There was no freeing she and Robert from it simply by crossing the line and leaving everything else to burn. No, Clootie wanted her to kill the two remaining Heirs and set him up to rule, the limitations that the curse had put on him removed and his power only set to grow. He'd begun the process when Wyatt Earp had ridden into Purgatory a hundred and thirty-some-odd years earlier and Willa's great-great granddaddy had thwarted him. Clootie wasn't going to let Wynonna or Alice do the same, and a Fallen Heir doing the deed for him would, as he'd explained, would break the barrier. If she did this, he swore to her that she could walk free with Robert if he chose to leave with her, which he would. Robert would be free of the curse and they could take their life back. That was the payment offered.

There was a day when she wouldn't have blinked twice at paying the price to get what she wanted, but in those quiet moments she could almost hear that much softer voice that he spoke with in the dream world, reminding her that it was their daughter's soul she was bargaining with. Willa loved Gracie too much to damn her in the way Robert had been damned, the way that perhaps even she was after everything that had happened. Grace - and little Wyatt too, even if he hadn't been born yet when that world had fallen apart - deserved a better chance that either of their parents had had in this world, but that couldn't happen while Clootie walked free. Bit by bit she found herself changing gears. She was still trying to earn his trust, make it seem like she was on his side, but running at the first chance wasn't nearly as important as getting close enough to find a way to finish what Wyatt and Robert had started.

The locks came undone on her door suddenly and Willa looked over, startled by it. Clootie was still looking for Alice. Once he found her he had plans to make use of his newest weapon, but until then she was locked away like a well-kept secret away from the world. There was no way to get out without being seen. No way to get word to Robert or Wynonna what she was planning. Her family didn't even know that she was alive.

Two Revenants entered, but she didn't see any sign of Clootie with them. They growled and cursed, moving towards her and taking hold of her wrists. Willa pulled back immediately, slamming an elbow hard into one when he wouldn't let go. "You don't get to touch me," she snapped, and he actually took a step back at the look she gave him.

"Boss' orders."

"And what are those?"

"To move ya."

"Where?"

"Away."

He reached for her again and Willa dodged. "I can walk without a handsy escort, thanks. Only reason you should touch me again is if you just want a broken wrist."

The Revenant blinked owlishly at her, but didn't take hold again. Instead he motioned to the door and she moved, squaring her shoulders as she did. One of the Revenants circled around in front of her, the other remaining behind her, and she followed through a short tunnel that led to a set of stairs. Well, if nothing else, at least she might get a better idea about where they were keeping her. The room had been dank and dark, no windows to speak of, and as she climbed behind the lead Revenant she saw why. She'd been in a cellar, deep enough underground to hide her away from potentially prying eyes.

"Where's Clootie?" she demanded as they broke the surface and saw a few others scurrying around.

"None of your business," one of them huffed. "Move."

She slammed to a stop, the Revenant behind her barreling into her back and the one in front whirling on her and his eyes flashed red. "Listen here, you little bitch-"

"No, you listen here," she growled. "Clootie wants my help, fine, but I'm not some hostage to be toted around. I'm Willa Earp, and I'm the best damn chance he has at winning this fight and he's the best damn chance I have of getting my children back. Our interests are aligned, so get over your paranoia and tell me what the hell is happening right now?"

She watched them exchanged glances, the struggle to decide if they were more afraid of Clootie or her. Finally the one in front of her heaved a heavy breath and grit his teeth. "Place got found out before Boss was ready. He wanted you moved. Truck's that way. You gonna move on your own or-"

"I've got two legs," she assured him and strode past him, barely able to contain her smile until she got past him. Clootie had been found out before he was ready. Well, that was the first bit of good news she'd heard in some time. He was struggling, and if he was struggling, that meant he was vulnerable. If he was vulnerable, that meant he could be beaten. If she could find the vulnerability she could end this curse once and for all.

The cold bit through his coat, the wind having picked up as they trekked across the land towards the cabin. They were closing in around the back, Wynonna, Waverly, and Dolls around the other side. Bobo had been shuffled off with Nicole and Holliday, the latter side-eyeing him the whole way. Bobo knew why. He wasn't a fool, but he also wasn't ready to broach the situation either. He had the same life battering around his head as Doc did, but both men also remembered the pain and the hurt that had been dealt between them. It was conflicting at best and a distraction that neither of them needed at worst. They didn't have time for either.

"There were stories 'bout Clootie by the time Wyatt was asked to intervene," Doc muttered from where he was crouched.

"Yeah? Did they mention he was a literal demon?" Nicole asked from her place.

"A few." It had been Bobo that had answered that time. He still remembered speaking to Juan Carlos after he and Wyatt had first arrived in Purgatory, a conversation about angels and demons that Wyatt Earp had scoffed at. Robert had been open to it. If there were angels, he had had no doubt about the other side of things. He just hadn't realized that he would become one.

"I don't like going into this as blind as we are," Nicole murmured. "How much do you trust this Freddy guy?"

"Enough to know he's more terrified of what I'll do to 'im than what Clootie will," Bobo answered. "They know what happens if they turn on me."

Nicole grimaced a little at the thought, but didn't weigh in. Her phone buzzed in her pocket and she took a second to look at it. "That's the signal. We circle around from the back."

A huffed growl left the Revenant as he stalked forward, his boots crushing the soft snow beneath his feet. Both Doc and Nicole drew their weapons and he hunched down a little, closing his eyes and reaching out. Over the years he'd found a few little tricks that made his Revenant powers very useful. One of those was the ability to sense metal. He could pinpoint nearly every gun in a room by the time he entered. He wasn't surprised to find this lot heavily armed, moving and scurrying about and…. Blue eyes, still tinged red, popped open and his gaze swept over to the side where he could see the tail end of one of the vehicles half hidden by the cabin. "They know we're here."

Nicole spun to look at him. "What gives you that impression?"

"Perhaps the half a dozen Revenants packin' the vehicles up?" Holliday offered up. "Let the others know. We'll go down and take a closer look."

The redheaded deputy didn't look sold at first, but Bobo didn't wait for her to argue as he started past Doc to wind down to get a better look. The newly-mortal man had to jog to catch back up with him and Bobo could almost feel the questioning hanging in the air before he sucked in a lungful of cold air to ask it. "Listen, I -"

"Just stop. Whatever you're gonna ask, whatever you're gonna jump on, just don't," the Revenant snapped irritably.

He saw a flash of hurt at his tone that never would have been there before their run through the dream world. It took half a beat for Doc to set his jaw and clear his throat. "You an' me better come to some terms at some point. 'Less you wanna tell me that you're the only one the memories are fadin' for."There was a pause, almost like he was waiting for something, and his mustache twitched a little, assumably from the frown beneath it. "And if you do, I'll call ya a damn liar."

Bobo bristled just a little, squeezing his eyes closed for just a moment. They had too much riding on this. Too much to focus on. They worked just fine a truce rather than a friendship. There was no need to-

He almost missed it, and no matter how fast of a draw Doc Holliday was, he wasn't faster than a bullet already fired. Bobo could feel it tearing through the air and the world flashed red as he reached out, altering the trajectory as much as he could in the split second that he had available to him.

Doc let out a sharp cry, but it didn't stop him from raising his own gun and popping off two shots at the lone Revenant that had tried to kill him. The demon fell in the snow, dead at least for a little while, and the gunslinger let his arm drop to his side, a pained expression causing the lines around his eyes to deepen.

"Hank." The name that he hadn't used for the man since they'd come back tumbled off Bobo's lips as he reached out, finding a rip in his jacket and less blood than he'd feared.

"I'm fine. Just grazed me," Holliday grumbled, swatting a little at the probing fingers. "Robert, I'm fine."

They both froze at that, realizing that they'd slipped back into what was a sort of familiarity that was strange for this world, and even after a moment Bobo wasn't quite able to shake it. He grimaced, running a hand across the strip of platinum blond hair on his head, and forced himself to meet Hank's gaze. It wasn't him, he realized. It wasn't the friendship that they'd shared or the hatred that had spanned over a century. It was the fact that if he let himself dwell too long or too hard on that other world he would remember that once this was over and Clootie was finally gone for good, he would still be alone. Hank and Wynonna would get Alice back, but Bobo would still be alone. "It ain't you," he admitted after a long moment.

"Ignoring them ain't gonna make it easier."

"Ain't gonna bring them back either. C'mon. We don't stop them and we don't find out what they were hiding here."

Any argument was put on hold as Revenants followed the sound of gunfire and the two men heard more around the corner. This was happening now, and there was no stopping it. That was fine by him.

Bobo tore into the mix, his powers allowing him to stop the bullets and often return them to the source. Wynonna would have to clean up after them, but it felt damn good to cause a little bit of pain to offset what he'd been living with.

Movement caught his attention and his blue gaze snapped past the newly downed Revenants to where three looked to be getting into one of the vehicles.

"No way we're gonna make it in time," Doc growled, seeing the same thing.

Bobo flashed a feral grin. "Wanna bet?" He leapt forward, feeling the brand on his back burn with the effort as he stretched out, holding the vehicle in place. Tires spun on the icy ground and he sunk everything he'd been fighting into keeping it there. All the darkness, all the pain flooded through him and heightened the demonic power, and a half cry, half roar escaped him as the escape vehicle started to spark with the futile effort to break free of his grip. He gave another shove and the hood gaved in, punched down on the engine. One of the Revenants inside was halfway to piling out of the driver's seat when Bobo dug deeper, turning the vehicle up and over so that it slammed onto the passenger's side first and then the roof, finally resting there as he struggled to pull in each breath, his outstretched hand trembling from the effort and the brand feeling like it might burn straight through him.

He saw a foot come through the window of the overturned van as the person inside tried to kick the door open and he risked a quick glance back to make sure that Hank wasn't going to get himself killed if he went to go finish what he'd started. Doc was fine and Bobo snapped his teeth together sharply as he moved towards his prey.

The figure had made it out of the vehicle by the time he got there, but they were bundled and he couldn't see the face. He reached out, one hand snagging hold of the jacket and he ripped them around, the opposite hand taking hold of the hood around their face and pulling it down, a snarl dying halfway up his throat. "Willa?"

A pair of hazel eyes stared up at him, wide and focused. She opened her mouth, but stopped as the sound of shattering glass signaled one of the Revenants coming out of the toppled vehicle behind them. "Robert," she managed, her voice more pained than he'd ever heard it.

He couldn't seem to form a coherent though, much less get the question out into the open. She was alive and she was there, and his focus refused to move beyond that. He released his hold on her hood, hand slipping down to her face and finding blood from a cut along her eyebrow. He'd hurt her. If he'd known she was there, if he could have even let himself believe it was possible… "Willa, I-"

"I'm so sorry. This is the only way to get Grace and Wyatt back."

"What?" he managed, but he felt her shift, the movement quick as the barrel of a gun pressed just under his ribs and the shot went off. He didn't feel anything at first, just pressure that pushed him back and away from her, and his hand slipped from her face. He stood rooted to the ground where he was as she stepped back, the gun in her hand and he watched her expression close off before she turned to the Revenant that was pulling himself out of the vehicle and to his feet.

She grabbed at the gun he was leveling. "Leave him. Putting a few more holes in him won't stop him longer than that one will. Come on."

Bobo choked on her name as she turned to leave and instead of taking a step forward his knee buckled and hit the hard ground. He felt himself tip forward, gravity dragging him down, and the pain was overwhelming him now, making it difficult to breathe. He pressed a hand against the source of it and his hand came back coated in dark brown blood. She'd shot him. Willa was alive and she'd shot him.

Somewhere in the distance he could hear someone calling his name, but as he curled into himself, and dark spots were already dancing across his vision. He squeezed his eyes shut against them and he felt himself sinking.

When Doc had found him he'd already been fading towards unconsciousness, blood spilling out from both an entry and an exit wound and he'd been incoherent for just a moment before completely slipping off into the darkness. It had taken time to finish the fight that they had started even more to get the fallen Revenant back to the Homestead, and somewhere along the way he'd stopped breathing.

"How long does it take for them to… come back?" Waverly asked quietly from her place at the door, her gaze never lingering too long on the too-still Revenant where they had laid him out on the bed in the spare room.

Wynonna shrugged. "Depends, I think. It wasn't Peacemaker so he should be back soon-ish."

"Yeah, but who was it?" Nicole asked from just outside the door, drawing all of their attention to her, but then it was turned back to Doc who frowned deeply.

"I didn't see, but I'd bet money it was someone he thought he could trust. That shot was taken at point-blank range. No one else was gettin' that close when we were fightin' 'em off."

"You didn't see, so it could have been Bulshar?" Waverly murmured, and the meaning behind the question wasn't lost. Peacemaker could put a Revenant down, but there was no reason to think that the demon that had started the curse to begin with didn't have power over them as well.

"I know it took a few minutes before… with the spikes right after Bulshar came back," Jeremy offered hesitantly.

"It's been more 'n a few minutes," Doc murmured, his gaze shifting over to where Bobo lay.

"That doesn't mean it was Bulshar," Wynonna said firmly. "It could have been one of his Revenants he thought was loyal. We won't know until he wakes up, and there's no telling how long that'll be."

"I can get some breakfast started," Jeremy offered, thumbing back at the kitchen. "If you want, I mean. If we don't know how long it's going to be…."

"You cook?" Nicole asked.

"Yeah, a little."

"Might as well," Wynonna grumbled. "He's-"

Everyone looked over as Bobo twitched suddenly, a struggling cough escaping as he tried to drag in the first lungful of air in hours. Doc moved a little closer, noting the way that the Revenant's fingers were gripping the bed sheets, the skin under and around the ring that he'd woven a talisman into that allowed him onto the Homestead irritated as it started working again. Doc found himself reaching out, one hand against the injured Revenant's shoulder, and he couldn't help but see the man he'd known as a friend in a different lifetime. "Easy, Robert. Easy."

Blue eyes popped open and his back arched as he cough and struggled, Willa Earp's name escaping his lips as he came back around and Doc grimaced. "No, just me. 'N everyone else. We gotcha out of there."

Wynonna was standing now, moving to the opposite side of the bed and she drew that increasingly confused blue gaze over to her. "Hey. You're at the Homestead. You're safe, but I need to know who shot you. We need to know if there's a Revenant in your group we can't trust, if-"

"Willa."

Doc's lips twitched downward. He'd woken every night since they'd returned disoriented by the idea of being back in their own reality, so he could only imagine what coming back to life could do. "She's gone," he tried, his voice as gentle as he could manage.

"No." The word was bitten out and Bobo winced, apparently not entirely healed up yet. He forced himself up onto his elbows though, seeking out Wynonna's gaze and holding it. "She's alive. Willa's alive. She's the one that shot me."

Notes: I feel like this chapter fought me tooth and nail to get through it, but here we are, and all I want to do is hug Bobo and tell him it'll be okay.

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In Conclusion

Series: Wynonna Earp

Disclaimer: The plot and pairing are mine and the rest is mine in this work of fan-made fiction off of which no money is made. 

Pairing: Hollirey

Pairing: PG overall

Sixth and final in  a series based on letters between Doc Holliday and Bobo Del Rey depicting a shift in their relationship and some demons to exorcise.

Author’s Note: And you get what you asked for here, hopefully when Doc has his answer to his letter in “Yours, Always”. In true fashion both sides are just wanting their particular members happy.

But in the end, don’t we all?

*~*~*~*

In Conclusion

The trailer is a mess; anything metal or metal based is strewn haphazardly. It’s not his concern. It’s not. Nor is the fact that he’s sure anyone within hearing distance is fearful for their lives after his very vocal, very long screaming session.

Thankfully no one had dared knock on the door.

So he’d spent a night sleeping in the midst of the chaos when he could no longer make sounds without his throat feeling raw like sandpaper had been rubbed down it curled tightly tucked up into as small a figure as he could get. Never let it be said he did emotions well at this point.

Sluggishly he comes to on the floor and it takes a bit before he can pull himself together. A low huff escapes him at the sight of the mess and the feel of dried tears on his skin. He’d definitely gotten way over-emotional hadn’t he? Pulling himself to his feet, he shuffles to the bathroom and throws himself into a shower trying to ignore the clear indications of everything. It’s not easy.

So he’s quicker to get done and dressed and out of the trailer. Pushing the door shut, he’s met with loitering Revenants keeping quite a bit of distance just watching. He gives a harsh snarl low in his throat. “Th’ fuck are you all lookin’ at?”

“Everything...better?” Howard’s tentative question has him snapping his teeth and making the male step back further from him.

“Look,” he says trying for something that was less thunder than he felt, “I’m trying here. So don’t push your luck and go do something constructive that is not bothering anyone we’ve promised to play nicely with. Understand? The compound hasn’t been torn apart. Everything is fucking perfect at that point.”

Howard opens his mouth, closes it, opens it. Seems to reconsider and then merely nods. The man was learning. And then comes, “If you are all done giving our boss a hard time there are things to be done.” At this point, Levi deserved a raise for putting himself through this though right then Bobo just wants a smoke and to try and stop feeling entirely too fucking much at this point.

Of course the menace re-approaches once the others are shooed off and he takes a long drag of the cigarette staring at him, almost daring him to be stupid. “If you would like my advice…”

“I don’t,” he interrupts after exhaling the smoke, “I really just don’t.”

“If you did,” Levi continues as if he hadn’t just been not-so subtly threatened, “I would suggest going and talking to him. Bring him to you. But talk. You two have been apart for a bit because of things you both need to do but at this juncture, I really think communication or at the very least something physical would help this.”

“You don’t even know when to quit do you?”

Levi looks at him and Bobo hates how amazing patronizing the man had gotten since his last stint in hell. He’d been keeping his partner closer to him this time around and was far less willing to be bullied. “Boss, I know a man in love when I see them. And you love him. The opposite is true but you’ve not let yourself see that either. So go. Talk to him. Let him know how far in you are for him. Because you don’t hide it well.”

He was going to need several cigarettes it seemed and a drink if he was going to get through anything resembling this sort of conversation with Levi. And honestly, he could shut him up pretty quickly but as prickly as he’d been...sometimes, you just had to let them chastise you to make them feel better.

He’d learned a long time ago how to keep Revenants in line. And giving them the chance to do this was okay so long as it was certain individuals. Were it a few others and they would have been tied and over the line. He was being decidedly merciful at this point.

*~*~*~*~*

Doc drags his thumbs around the rim of the cup but makes no move to pick it up. He wondered if it was a record at this point; having a full cup of a drink and not tasting it in a pretty lengthy bit of time. “So, I’m going to guess things are not exactly great with you and our resident Revenant King?” Wynonna’s voice is soft, cautious even.

“Whatever would make you think that?”

“Because he’s the only one who can make you both drink more and less and it’s a weird combination. Wanna talk about it?”

“I am afraid that it has to reach it’s conclusion before I can do that with much assurance,” he answers.

“In other words, you’re waiting for him to figure out how he’s going to respond?”

“Yes.”

Wynonna winces. “Well, depending on how personal this whole thing is and I’m going to guess it’s a lot of personal, it may take him a while before he figures out what he’s feeling most and work from there.”

“Considering the state of things...that’s what worries me.”

“That bad?”

He sighs softly. “Without saying too much that isn’t mine to say, I will merely admit that I did not handle him well in the past.”

“So you knew him?”

“That I did. I just don’t remember because I was a drunken prick to him. Suppose that’s the only mercy anyone is allotting me in this.”

“Well, at least you’re trying here. You’ve done nothing but try since you got out of that well.”

“Will it be enough though?”

“Will it...Wow, you...This is really personal isn’t it?”

“Wynonna,” he says quietly, “I love him so yeah, it’s really personal. And I cannot bear the thought that he might not be willin’ to give me a chance to prove that on account of a certain goddamn Earp and his way of bein’ wholly selfish and a dick.”

“Good ol’ Wyatt Earp was a mess wasn’t he?”

“Oh, you have no idea. Not to say he didn’t have some decent qualities but...he wasn’t how any historian is ever going to paint him.”

“Most aren’t,” she murmurs, “But I think in this; you’ve done what you can, you’ve said your piece. You’re just...going to have to let him decide now what his next move is.”

“I know that,” he says quietly, “I’ve never been a patient man before. And this...This is not something I could recover from.”

“Hey, none of that. You’ve never lost when it was important and I doubt you’ll start with Bobo Del Rey. Just give him some time to be all overly emotional demon and let him figure it out. He’ll come to you when he’s ready. And Doc? No matter how this ends, you still have family and we will support you in any way we can.”

“Thank you,” he says quietly, thickly, “I appreciate it.”

She squeezes his shoulder. “Buck up, cowboy, and drink that before someone wonders if the product here is bad or poisoned.”

Despite the situation, Doc finds himself snorting. “Don’t scare off the patrons, got it.”

He’s still sitting contemplatively when he’s approached. Shifting his attention, he finds himself gazing at Levi. And if he’s not mistaken, the male looks just a shade too amused for words. “Levi,” he greets.

“Doc,” he answers, extending his hand with an envelope.

Carefully, he takes it; the lightness slightly worrisome and a fear begins in the pit of his stomach. Slowly, he pulls it out before realizing it was a single folded page and wonders if he really wants to do this here before choosing that he might as well. He unfolds it expecting a great many things, all of them pretty awful, and his eye catches the simple two-word message: Come outside.

He pauses only as long as it takes to set the message and his hat by the cup before rising trusting enough that both would be looked after and heads for the door heart in throat. He steps outside wondering exactly what he was walking into and finds the other waiting by a wall, hands in his pockets trying to seem comfortable. Doc is sure at any other time he’d pull it of but there were too many tells with the other that made any posturing a lie. “I’m here,” he says softly as he steps closer, “As bade.”

He expects a lot of things; anger, snarky commentary, accusations and at the worst him laughing and throwing everything back in his face. And part of him is sure he’d deserve all of it. What he gets is the feel of a belt loop being gripped as he’s jerked forward before another hand tugs his face up and lips are pressed against his. Soft, this kiss is soft and meltingly sweet. A soft, pleased sigh escapes him against Bobo’s mouth before he tugs him closer to deepen it.

Of course it’s broken before he’d like, the other lightly pressing his forehead against his, breathing unsteady. “One chance,” comes the words that have his emotions rising, “You have one chance in this, Henry.”

“All I need is one,” he murmurs fingers tracing along the other’s jaw as he meets his gaze, “I love you, Robert Svane. That much I know to be true.”

“John Henry Holliday…”

He chuckles softly. “I’m a man of my word these days, Robert Svane, so when I say something you can take it as the truth.”

He watches the other close his eyes before there would come, “We’ll see, I suppose, won’t we?”

“Yes,” he agrees, leaning to place a soft kiss at the corner of his lips, “Together.” He feels the upwards curve of the other’s lips into a smile and takes the opportunity to kiss him again and it’s returned eagerly as he’s pulled flushed against the other’s body.

They might still have a lot to work out but in that moment, Doc is quite sure that they will. And in the end, all he needs to know.