#you really want to tell me fucking flynn and jake

[kariachi]

Ya know, I still don't know how The Librarians ended? Loved the show but I stopped watching mid-way through season 4 when I just, could not with the storylines any longer.

There is only so long I can roll with "most intelligent people in the world assume two of them have to lose their job because a third party walked in with an anecdote and enough judgement to sink a boat, drama ensues" before I just say 'fuck this' and walk away.

[middleearthpixie]

Better Days ~ Chapter Twenty-Two

Summary: Frerin Durin had the perfect life, until he found out his wife was cheating on him. Now, he’s navigating uncharted territory as an about-to-be divorced single dad. Dating is a mess, he’s dealing with the fallout where his kids are concerned, and really, he would just love a vacation away from all of it. 

Elena Madison is new to Sidleburg, and also navigating life as a newly single parent. The last thing she needed was for her daughter to come down sick, when she hasn’t even had time to unpack the moving boxes, never mind find a pediatrician. And the last thing she ever expected was to meet a man like Dr. Frerin Durin…

Neither Elena nor Frerin were looking for anything, but fate has a way of messing up even the best laid plans. However, both have been hurt and both aren't at all sure they trust themselves, never mind trusting someone else...

Pairings:  Modern!Frerin x ofc Elena Madison

Warnings: Attempted suicide

Rating: T

Word Count: 3.4k

Read on AO3

“Dad?”

Frerin jolted awake at the sound of Flynn’s voice. “Yeah, I’m up. What’s up, Flynn?”

“Your phone’s ringing.”

Frerin flipped onto his back, rubbing his eyes with one hand. “Who is it?”

“Someone named Leigh Addams.”

“Fuck.”

“Dad?”

“Sorry, Flynn. It’s the hospital and there is only one reason they’d be calling me.” He rose onto one elbow and held out his free hand to take the phone. “I’m not coming in.”

“I’m so sorry to call you, Frerin, but Reese threatened to fire me if I didn’t. And when Dee tried to tell him only the nursing manager can fire us, he threatened to fire her as well. He’s in such a mood, it isn’t funny.”

“Tell him you left a message and I’ll deal with him when I’m on tomorrow.”

“We’re down three docs and the moonlighter in for Craig hasn’t shown up yet, either.”

“I don't care, Leigh.” He squinted at the clock. “I worked a double until seven yesterday morning, then I spent all afternoon up in Psych or at Wakeman, and only finally got to sleep sometime around midnight. I’m going to hop in the shower and go see my son. Wakeman’s strict about visiting hours and I don't care if Sidleburg burns to the ground, I’m seeing Jake. If Reese doesn’t like it, he can fire me. I don’t give a damn at this point. I am not setting foot inside that place until seven tomorrow morning. ”

“Are you sure?”

He scowled even though she couldn’t see it. “You did not just ask me that.”

“No, I know, it was stupid. I’m sorry. I should’ve told the jerk to call you himself.”

“Don’t worry about it. Like I said, I’m on tomorrow so I’ll deal with him then.”

“Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow morning?”

“Yeah. I’m on at seven.” 

“Go and give Jake a hug for me.”

“I will. I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

He ended the call and tossed the phone on the bed alongside him, narrowly missing Flynn, who said, “They wanted you to come in?”

“Yeah. We’re down three docs and a moonlighter. But, Wakeman was real clear that they only allow visiting from seven PM to PM eight and I’m not going to be anywhere other than there.”

“Can Maur and I come?”

Frerin nodded. “Yeah, of course. I think he’d like seeing you both. Probably more than he wants to see your mother or me.”

“I think the only one he wouldn’t want to see is the Skeeze.”

“What exactly happened yesterday?” 

“Nothing, really.” Flynn picked up Frerin’s phone to set it on the bedside table. “I thought everything would be okay by yesterday morning. It usually is, you know?”

Frerin’s gut twisted. “What usually is.”

“Skeeze picks fights with Maura all the time. Let me guess,” Flynn offered up a long look, “Mom’s never mentioned them before.”

“Not a word to me about it.”

“Well, he does. But then again, so does Mom. She’s always harping on Maura, saying she wears too much makeup and you should’ve heard her when Maur told her she wanted to get her nose pierced. That really sent Mom into orbit.” 

“Why?”

“I don’t know. All I know is she and Maura were arguing about it and Skeeze butts in and tells Maura she’s gotta listen to Mom and all that crap.”

“Flynn.”

“I’m not apologizing, Dad. It is crap. Who cares if she gets a nose ring? Like, almost all the girls in school have their noses pierced and no one even notices it anymore. But Mom said something about her looking like a slut and Maura said takes one to know one and that sent Skeeze into orbit.”

Frerin bit back a smile. “I can imagine.”

“So, they’re all yelling at each other and Jake just must’ve had enough of listening to it, ‘cause the next thing I know, he’s yelling at Mom and telling her to leave Maura alone and that’s when Skeeze stuck his stupid nose into the fight for real. He told Jake to shut up and mind his manners or else he’d take his Switch from him and that he shouldn’t be playing a crap game like Breath of the Wild anyway.”

“Your mother said they’d been fighting over the game.”

“Let me guess,” this came from Maura, who just appeared in the doorway to his bedroom, “she left out all the important parts.”

“She didn't tell me you wanted to get your nose pierced.”

Maura just shrugged. “I don’t care what she thinks about it. I’m doing it whether she likes it or not and the Skeeze is the last person I’m listening to.”

Frerin offered up a long look. “We need to discuss this nose thing, Maura.”

She stared balefully at him. “Really, Dad?”

“Yes, really.”

“Either way, it was stupid and Skeeze should’ve just kept his stupid mouth shut,” Flynn said before Maura could reply, “But, he didn't and then he really lost it when Jake told him that he wasn't his father and he didn't have to listen to him.”

The floorboards creaked softly as Maura came completely into the room. “It was kind of scary, really. Skeeze turned purple, he was so mad and he screamed at Jake that he was a better father than you were to us and that Jake’d better wise up and realize it because when it was all over, he and Mom would take us away from you and we wouldn’t get to see you any more.”

Frerin’s gut twisted. “He said what?” 

Maura nodded. “Yeah, he said that. And Mom didn’t correct him or tell him to shut up. She just told Jake to go to his room and when he did, Skeeze followed him. Next thing I knew, Skeeze is back with the Switch and Jake was crying.”

Frerin rubbed his eyes with one hand. “And then what?”

Both Maura and Flynn shrugged, and Maura said, “I don't know. It got quiet and when Mom went to check, she said Jake was asleep. So, we thought it was all settled.”

“But, then yesterday morning, at breakfast, Skeeze made a big point of telling Jake he’d thrown his Switch out and that got Jake going all over again.” Flynn scowled and Frerin saw how Flynn’s one hand balled into a fist so tight, his knuckles were white. “He told Skeeze that he didn't have the right to do it, Skeeze said he did, and I kid you not, Jake looked him right in the eye and said, Fuck you. And Mom sent him to his room. Next thing we know, Mom goes up to get him for breakfast—like he’s even going to eat at that point—and she started screaming and—”

Flynn’s voice cracked and Frerin reached over to cover that white-knuckled fist with his own hand. “It’s okay, Flynn. I know the rest.”

“I hate him, Dad. I wanted to fucking kill him right there. You should’ve let me kick his ass in the hospital.”

“You really should’ve, Dad.”

He looked from Flynn to Maura and back to Flynn. “And what would have been accomplished by that? Nothing.”

“It would’ve felt awesome,” Flynn told him. “Uncle Thorin would’ve done it.”

“No, he wouldn’t have. Your uncle isn’t quite that hot-headed. Now, the two of you go and find something to do while I call your mother.”

“Can’t we just stay here?”

“No, Maura, you can’t.”

“Dad’s gonna rip Mom a new one,” Flynn told her with a hint of a grin. “Aren’t you, Dad?”

That was exactly what he planned to do, but since he couldn't very well tell either of them that, he shook his head. “Don’t you worry about what I’m going to do. Go.”

Both kids grumbled but left his room just the same and Frerin waited for the familiar creak of the stairs before dialing Toni’s cell. 

“What do you want?”

He rolled his eyes at the sound of the Skeeze’s voice. “Obviously I want to talk to Toni,” he growled. “Put her on.”

“Look, I don’t want—”

“I don't give a flying fuck what you want, Tim. Don’t you get that? I couldn’t give a rat’s ass about anything having to do with you. Now, go and get Toni. Or do I have to come over there and get her myself?”

“Hang on.”

“Good boy.” Frerin rubbed his eyes once more. Somehow, he didn't think it would matter how much sleep he got, it wasn't going to be enough until Jake was back under his roof. And if Frerin had his way, Skeeze would never be left alone in a room with any of Frerin’s children.

“Frerin?”

“You didn't tell me the entire story, did you, Toni? Why not?”

“This isn’t a good time—“

“The fuck it’s not,” he cut her off, gripping his cell so tightly, he thought for a moment he might actually crush it. “You left out more than one key part and when my lawyer hears about it, you’ll be lucky if you can have unsupervised visits with any of them.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me, Toni. I dare you.” He shook his head. “Any judge we get is going to be real thrilled to know you’ve put a sleazeball boyfriend before the best interests of your kids. And that will be after learning you were fucking a guy barely out of high school himself and god only knows who else behind my back. But, when he or she finds out about Tim? You think they’d just ignore that?”

“Oh, you’re one to talk, Frerin. I know you stuck your dick—”

“We aren’t talking about me.”

“Of course not. We never are. Tell me, does your newest whore know about the other whores?”

“Toni, I mean it, you should just stop, right now.”

“You didn't tell her, did you?” A hint of triumph wove into Toni’s voice. “I’m sure you told her about how I slept with every man I’ve met while you were the poor, innocent husband who did nothing wrong ever. I’m sure she doesn’t know about the charge nurse, what was her name again? Or the social worker? Maybe I should tell her about them?”

“Toni, you leave Elena out of this. She has nothing to do with this at all.”

“No, you were only fucking her while I was trying to get ahold of you tell you about Jake’s accident.”

“His accident?” Frerin’s already tenuous grip on his temper slipped free. “His fucking accident, Toni? It wasn’t a goddamn accident and you know it. That goon you moved in with threatened him and you did nothing to stop it. You did nothing, you—” He clenched his jaw was he fought to contain the epithets rising to his lips. Clenched his jaw and swallowed them forcefully and then growled, “Don’t you ever threaten any of them with being taken away from me, you got that? Because I swear to Christ, I—”

“You’ll what, Frerin? Are you threatening me?”

“No. I’m promising you. If I find out that shit is anywhere near my kids, all of the lawyers in the world won’t save you. I will bury you, understand me? I. Will. Bury. You.”

“They’re my kids, too, so don’t you—”

“No, don’t you. I’m done, Toni. Jake is in a psych hospital because your sleazy ass fuckbuddy thinks he gets any say in what they can or can’t do and he’s in the find out stage of fuck around and find out. And you didn't even have the balls to tell me the whole truth. Did you think I wouldn’t find out?”

“You’re turning all three of them against me.”

“No, I’m not. You’ve also reached the find out part of that. And guess what, it’s not all about you, either. It’s about fucking time you learned that. And I mean it, Toni, I don't want him anywhere near Maura or Flynn and definitely not around Jake and I’m not letting them stay with you as long as he’s in the picture. You want to see them, you come here—alone—or else you don't see them and if you want to go crying to your lawyer, just know I’ve already been in touch with mine.”

“You are such a bastard, you know that?”

“I do, yeah. And I’m also dead serious. So—”

The line when dead and he smiled despite his fury. He’d been more than willing to work with Toni when it came to custody before. But now? That was gone. He wanted sole custody and was not about to budge on that any time soon. 

Which meant he had to call his lawyer.

Sigh.

The rest of the day flew by for Frerin. After talking to his lawyer, who assured him, as always, that he had nothing to worry about, Frerin showered and then made dinner for him and the kids. It was a quiet meal, as Jake’s empty chair was a stark reminder of what had happened only the day before, but then they made the twenty minute drive to Wakeman, which was in neighboring Morris County. His gut kinked at the sight of Toni’s car in the visitors’ parking lot, but thankfully, she made no mention of their conversation earlier or of the Skeeze, who was not with her. 

But, seeing Jake was far more difficult than Frerin had thought it would be. He’d brought Jake a few things, but nothing that had to be laced or belted, for string, shoelaces, ties, and belts were strictly forbidden. He’d had to buy Jake slip-on shoes for that reason as well. Anything that he might use to harm himself was not allowed and as they sat in the lounge, Frerin was acutely aware of all the eyes on them. 

Jake seemed better than he had the day before, although he was still so pale, with dark smudges beneath his eyes. He sat between Maura and Flynn and fidgeted with the bandage on his wrist, and refused to look at or speak with Toni the entire time she was there, which wasn't long, actually. After twenty minutes, she made an excuse about why she had to leave and when she went to kiss Jake’s cheek, he turned away and she missed his entire head. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow, baby,” she’d told him, plastering a smile on her lips. “I love you.”

Jake just fiddled with his wrist as he mumbled something that sort of sounded like, “goodbye.”

After she left, Jake shifted to sink onto the leather sofa next to Frerin. “Are you leaving, too?”

“In a bit, but not until they make me.” He reached down to brush several dark russet curls away from Jake’s face. “Did you talk to anyone today?”

He nodded. “Dr. Naismith. He seems nice.”

“Good.”

“I made a friend. A kid named Jamie. He’s in the bed next to mine.”

Frerin nodded. “That’s good, I think. Is he close to you in age?”

“He’s twelve. He’s been here before.”

“Well, I hope they’re able to help him like they’re helping you.”

Jake nodded solemnly, then said, “Dad, are you mad at me?”

“What?” Frerin shook his head. “No, of course not.” He carefully gathered Jake into his arms. “You did nothing for me to be angry over, little man. Now, I just want you to get better and they’ll help you with that here.”

“Really?”

“Really.” Frerin gave him a gentle squeeze. “And before you know it, you’ll be home and we’ll keep working on whatever you need our help with.”

“When can I come home?”

Frerin’s throat tightened. “I’m not sure just yet. That’s up to the doctors and we won’t meet with them for a few more days.”

“We?”

“Your mother and I.”

“Does Mom have to be here?” Jake lifted his head from where it rested against Frerin’s collarbone. “Can you tell her not to come?”

“Why? She wants to see you.”

“Then why did she keep checking her watch when she was here?”

Maura muttered something under her breath, while Flynn said, “What?”

“Yeah,” Jake nodded, “she kept looking at her watch. Was Skeeze outside?”

“I didn't see him,” Maura said.

“She never goes anywhere without him. She asked me if I wanted to see him as well.”

“What?” This came from Flynn and Maura in unison.

“I told her no.”

“Good,” Flynn said. 

“So that’s when she started checking her watch. I bet you he was in the car.”

Frerin swallowed the oath rising to his lips, instead clearing his throat. “She probably just didn't want to get in trouble with the staff.”

“Well, you’re still here and you’re not in trouble.”

“Jake, they will have to tell me to leave. And as soon as I can be back, I will. But, you need to concentrate on listening to the doctors, okay?”

“You can come back and so can Maura and Flynn. Tell Mom I don't want to see her.”

“Jake, I can’t do that. Talk to Dr. Naismith. Tell him what you told me and let him make the call, okay? He has the authority that I don’t.”

“But you’re a doctor, too.”

“I am, but I’m not your doctor and that’s the difference.”

“Dr. Durin?”

He looked up at the nurse striding toward them. “Yes?”

“It’s eight o’clock. Visiting hours are over now.”

He nodded. “Okay.”

Flynn and Maura both slid off the sofa, and Maura bent to kiss the top of Jake’s head. “I’ll see you tomorrow, little man.”

“Me, too,” Flynn told him, rumpling Jake’s mop of russet curls. “Don’t flirt with any of the nurses.”

Jake wrinkled his nose. “Ew. They’re all old.”

Frerin bit back his smile. “When you’re ten, buddy, everyone over the age of twelve seems old.” 

Jake reluctantly slid off his lap. “Are you coming back tomorrow, Dad?”

“Of course I am.” The sofa squeaked as he rose, and his eyes stung as Jake wrapped his arms about his waist.

“Please let me come home with you, Daddy…”

“I can’t, Jake.” He slid his arms about Jake’s thin shoulders. “You have to stay here, baby. But we’ll be back tomorrow. I promise.”

“But… I won’t do it again, I promise.”

“I know, but this is where you need to be.” He carefully untangled himself from Jake, crouched to catch his face in his hands and said, “And as soon as you can come home, I’ll be here to get you. I promise.”

Jake’s hazel eyes welled with tears. “I don't want to stay here. I want to come home.”

“I know, but you can’t. Not yet.”

“Jake,” the nurse came over to them, “would you like to play MarioKart before it’s time for bed?”

Frerin held his breath as Jake just stared at him for a long moment. Then, Jake sighed and slowly nodded. “I suppose.”

“Okay. Give dad a hug and you’ll see him tomorrow.”

Jake did just that and the backs of Frerin’s eyes stung as he caught Maura and Flynn around the shoulders to guide them toward the doors that led to the foyer. There, in said foyer, stood a bank of lockers, where Frerin, Flynn, and Maura all had to stow their cell phones and other personal items upon their arrival. Those belongings were collected, keys returned to the receptionist, and then they were out in the freezing cold in the parking lot, where Frerin made the mistake of looking back to see Jake peering at them through hotel narrow window in the door. Frerin had never seen him look so young and little and helpless before and it took every last bit of will he had to not go barreling through those doors to grab Jake and run with him. 

None of them said much in the car on the way home and once they were back home, Flynn disappeared into his room, Maura into hers, and Frerin sat at the kitchen table for the longest time, staring out through the French doors that led to the deck behind the house, lost in thought as snow began falling. 

Time meant nothing, and he had no idea how long he sat there for, watching the peaceful darkness, but finally, his eyelids grew heavy and since he had to be at work in only a few hours, he dragged himself upstairs. 

It wasn't until he was just about asleep when he realized he’d forgotten to call Elena. 

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[callsign-jinx]

Tasting the Ashes | Ch. 28: Red ✍️

Word count: 729

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy and fluffy Jake.

A/N: It's a small chapter but I will upload another one in a bit so stay calm everyone. And yes, we're changing the moodboard, you know what that means? d R A M A

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"That bitch did what?"

"Babe, breathe. You're heavily pregnant, and I don't want you to be stressed." Jake pleads, trying to make Red sit down. But it’s useless.

“Oh, don’t worry. I’ll have plenty of time to breathe when I make that bitch comprehend that you don’t mess with a Mitchell.”

“Okay, but remember that you had authorization to kill my father. You can’t kill this girl.”

“There are destinies worse than death, cowboy.” Red grabs her phone from the coffee table and calls Jazz.

“What can I do for you, my favorite queen?” Jazz answers, raising her voice, so Red can hear her over the buzzing ambient of the district. She’s working a night shift today.

“Someone is threatening Hen.” Red informs her.

“Give me a sec.” Red can hear movement and a door closing, the background noise ceasing instantly. “Give me a name, I’ll find them.”

“Regina Attwater. She worked with me and Hen until her accident.”

Jazz types her name on the computer, instantly coming up with a criminal record. “She definitely has a past, and it's not a good one. But I can’t tell you more.”

Red frowns, looking at Jake. “Why?”

“It’s empty. Someone erased it. I can’t know why she has a criminal record.”

And then, it hit her. “Oh shit, Gina’s dad is in the department.”

“Wait… her father is Richard Attwater?” Jazz inquires, immediately opening an internet browser to search for existing photos of Richard and his family. “I found a picture of him with a young woman, I’ll send it to you, so you can tell me if it’s her.”

Red waits a few seconds and opens the notification that pops up on her phone. In the photo in front of her, an old man with gray hair, and dress uniform was hugging his daughter, a young, blond woman who looked defiant to the camera.

Yeah, that’s Gina.

“It’s her, Jazz. We’re fucked up, aren’t we?” Red mutters, feeling the tears in her eyes as she knows that, no matter how much they try to sue her for what she’s doing to Hen, her father will somehow drop those charges. She’s untouchable.

“Yes, we are. Unless you want to call the NCIS, I think we’re fucked.”

“NCIS will say that this isn’t enough to open a case against her.” Jake hugs her soon-to-be wife, caressing her belly and feeling how little Maeve reacts under his touch, kicking his hand. Jake wants to smile, even though he knows this isn’t the right moment to do it.

“Honey, we’ll take care of Hen. But now you need to take care of you. Please.” Jake insists, noticing the tiredness in Red’s eyes. She has enough stress with the baby, she doesn't need any of this. It was a bad idea to tell her.

"I'm ok-"

"If you finish that sentence I will put you to bed myself."

"This is getting too kinky for me. I'll call you tomorrow, love. Bye." Jazz says before hanging up.

"Jake!"

"Don't whine, it's late and you need to rest."

"But-" She starts, but Jake raises a warning eyebrow. "Jake, she's your sister."

"Yeah, I know. Believe me I want to protect her more than anyone. But I'm not risking Maeve."

Red gives up, making grabby hands so Jake can help her get up from the sofa. "Let's go to sleep. I'll talk with the other girls tomorrow and see what we can do."

"That's my girl." Jake smiles, kissing her forehead while helping her.

"Where's Liam?"

"Bubs fell asleep a while ago. At least we finished the story today."

"What story?" She questions while he leads her to their bedroom.

"Tangled. He really likes Flynn."

"Who doesn't. Have you seen the man?" Red sighs, remembering the movie.

"Hey, it's me. Your fiancé." Jake states, pointing a finger to his face.

Red sighs again, entering the room and sitting on the bed. "Yeah, but just because Flynn isn't real."

"You're mean."

"But you love me." She shrugs, with a teasing smile.

"More than you could ever imagine."

Jake turns off the light and gets in bed with Red, kissing her belly and whispering lovely words to his baby girl before cuddling with the love of his life and falling asleep.

Tomorrow, he'll call the family, and all of them will think about how to deal with Gina.

Together.

[bibbawrites]

Hate You, Love You - Charlie Gillespie x Roommate!Reader Blurb (SMUT - 18+)

Request: Can you do like a Charlie smut where him and the reader are roommates but like they don’t really like eachother. Then like one night they both just really hit a low and hook up and apologize to eachother 👉🏻👈🏻

Word Count: 750 words

Summary: after finding out your boyfriend was cheating on you, you find an unlikely connection with your roommate Charlie who you never really got on with

Warnings: swearing, unprotected sex, slight choking

A/N: brand new requests who dis? had the motivation to write this lil blurb so figured why not just do it hahaha  i already have quite a few requests so i may end up just responding to a few of them with little blurbs/short stories like this to get things out faster so hopefully you guys will be okay with that!  anyways, hope you enjoy this!! 

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“Why are you staring at me?” You spat, glaring across the room at your roommate Charlie. You had moved in with him and a mutual friend almost a year ago, and since the day you had arrived, you and Charlie had clashed. Your mother liked to tell you that it was because you were too similar, but you didn’t believe that for a second. 

“Have you been crying?” Charlie questioned. You shook your head. You had actually been crying, but you weren’t about to admit that to Charlie. 

“Y/N.” His tone was stern. “Why were you crying? And don’t bullshit me, I’m not a moron.” 

“You sure about that?” You replied. He rolled his eyes. 

“God, I’m trying to be nice to you, why do you always have to be such a bitch? It’s not a good look.” He said, glaring at you. Your eyes narrowed. 

“Maybe I want to be a bitch. And I didn’t ask you to be nice to me, it’s none of your fucking business whether I’ve been crying or not.” You spat.

“Well if you want to be a bitch, it’s working.” He responded, with just as much venom in his tone. 

“If you want to be an asshole it’s working.” You mimicked.

By this point you were both standing, and it wasn’t until Charlie huffed out a breath in annoyance that you realised exactly how close to you he was. 

“Is it Jake?” He questioned, and you flinched slightly at the name of your newly ex-boyfriend. Realising he was correct, Charlie grinned cockily. 

“What, did you break up or something?” He teased, and your heart sank, remembering the events of that morning, where you had walked in on your boyfriend of four years sleeping with your sister. 

“It’s none of your fucking business.” You snapped, hoping that he wouldn’t notice the pain hidden beneath your aggression. 

“Oh shit, you did.” His voice was surprisingly soft. “I’m sorry.” 

“Why do you care? You hate my guts.” You said, shocked slightly at how vulnerable you sounded in that moment. Charlie sighed, 

“Only cause you hate mine.” 

“You know what Charlie? Fuck you.” You hissed. 

“Okay.” He said, and before you could even think about replying, his lips crashed against yours. You kissed back hungrily, pulling him close against your body. 

“Bedroom?” He mumbled against your lips. You didn’t respond, opting instead to drag him down the hallway into your bedroom, kicking the door shut behind you. 

Clothes flew everywhere as the two of you stripped, and before you knew it you were flat on your back on your bed, completely naked, with Charlie, a boy you claimed to hate, hovering over you. 

“Do you have condoms?” He muttered, lips attached to your neck, sucking dark hickies into your skin. 

“I’m on birth control.” You replied. “Just fuck me.” 

He nodded, moving to kiss your lips again before sliding into you. You gasped at the sensation of him filling you. He was definitely bigger than your ex-boyfriend. 

“You good?” He questioned. You nodded quickly. 

“Move. Please.” You replied, moaning loudly when he began to thrust in and out of you, creating a somewhat rough rhythm, his hand coming up to wrap around your neck lightly. 

“God Charlie.” You moaned. “Why haven’t we done this before?”

“You know why.” He replied breathlessly. 

“Remind me to hate fuck you more often.” You said and he laughed slightly. 

“Can you maybe put a bit more pressure on my neck?” You questioned and he obeyed, squeezing his hand against your neck as he bit into your shoulder. You didn’t even have time to warn him as you reached your orgasm, cumming all over his dick causing him to swear loudly as he came inside of you. You rode out your highs before he slid out of you, flopping onto your bed beside you. 

“So maybe I don’t hate you.” You said once you’d caught your breath, your head resting on his chest. He laughed. 

“Maybe I don’t hate you either. And I definitely don’t hate the idea of us doing this again sometime.” He responded, his hand tangled in your hair, and you briefly cursed your past self for hating him so much when you could have been doing this instead.  

“Sounds good to me.” You mumbled, eyes drooping. 

“Get some sleep.” Charlie whispered, placing a soft kiss on the top of your head. 

“Thank you.” You managed to say. “For everything.” 

But before he could reply you were fast asleep.

[swifteforeverandalways]

Partners in Crime Chapter Eight

Notes: I have actually been sitting on this chapter for some time now, but work has been pretty busy and I haven’t had time to update. In this chapter, some cameos and fun.

Tag Squad: @riottstheory @thirst-n-bullshit

“We should go inside,” Jake spoke up, exchanging a look with Raul, who nodded and went to the door. After swiftly unlocking it, the former Mexican cartel bodyguard ushered the other four inside. Detectives Morse and Lovato stepped in, followed by the two Austins.

“So how exactly do you two know Robert Stone?” Detective Lovato asked, her notebook out and open.

“We would sell things to his pawn shop, we went to him often,” Austin T lied. While it wasn’t technically a lie, it wasn’t his pawn shop the two sold to.

“Do you two know anyone who would want to kill him?” Detective Morse pressed. Austin F shook her head, “No, not at all.”

“Do you mind if we have a look around?” Morse asked. The Austins glanced at Raul and Jake, who gave slight nods. Morse looked at Lovato.

“Check the rooms? I’ll be there in a moment,” she said. Lovato nodded and once she was out of earshot, Morse looked at the four in front of her.

“Now, I know there is more to your relationship with Robert Stone, care to explain?” She asked. The two Austins exchanged a worried look between each other.

“Um, I don’t know what you’re talking about…” Austin F said. Morse sighed frustratedly.

“Listen, my mother-in-law is Syndel Okaia, she mentioned that you two know who killed Mr. Stone so whatever information you have will be helpful. And I promise you that whatever it is you tell me, I won’t use it for the case,” she said.

“We didn’t sell to his pawn shop…he was our black market dealer. If we had items that we needed to sell with no questions asked, we would sell to him. Our last deal with him was some…items we stole from the Elite,” Austin T said.

“What kind of items?”

“Mostly jewelry…we sold it to him…it’s likely they killed him for it,” Austin F said carefully. Morse nodded, “We found evidence of torture, it’s likely they are after you two.” The two let out twin dark laughs.

“We know, they already set our old warehouse on fire,” Austin T said bitterly.

“That’s why Raul and I are here, we’re guarding them,” Jake said. Morse looked at him before nodding.

“Alright, thanks for letting me know,” she said. Jake grinned, “Tell Jade I said hi.”

“Of course, she thinks you’re really fucking cool,” Morse grinned.

“Thanks, Bobbi,” Jake smiled. Morse, Bobbi, nodded as Lovato returned.

“Ready to head out?” Bobbi said, looking at Lovato, who nodded and turned to the Austins.

“If you have any more information about the murder, please don’t hesitate to call either of us,” she said and the two detectives handed their cards over before leaving.

Once the two had left, Raul and Jake looked over at the two Austins.

“What is it?” Austin T asked, looking slightly worried at the look the other two were giving him and his sister.

“Listen….you two have been staying inside every day….Raul and I were thinking that maybe the four of us could go out tonight,” Jake said. The two Austins tensed slightly.

“Where?” Austin F asked, crossing her arms to hide the shaking. Austin T reached over, taking his sister’s hand and giving it a squeeze.

“Some friends of ours, Finn and Violet Balor, own a club called The Black Rose. Don’t worry, no one from the Elite will be there,” Raul said. Austin F looked at Austin T, exchanging silent words with just their expressions.

“Okay, we’ll go for a little bit,” Austin T finally said. Jake grinned a smile that made Austin T’s heart skip a beat.

“Great! We’ll head out about five tonight,” he said.

A couple hours later, at five o’clock, the four left their apartment and headed to The Black Rose. From the outside, The Black Rose looked like a typical nightclub. It was a tall building with the name emblazoned in neon lights. There was a long line, with bouncers checking the IDs of those wanting to get in.

“C’mon, we’ll get in from the VIP entrance,” Jake said as Raul parked the bulletproof car. The two bodyguards got out, opening the back doors and the two Austins unbuckled their seatbelts, getting out. The four walked up to the VIP entrance, being stopped by the bouncer.

“Atlas….Mendoza,” the bouncer greeted with a nod.

“They’re with us, Martinez,” Jake said. The bouncer, Mercedes Martinez, nodded and unhooked the velvet rope, ushering the four inside.

“Thanks,” Raul gave her a smile. Mercedes just nodded, a smile ghosting over her lips.

Inside the club was dark, lights flashing on the dance floor in bright colors. A young man with short dark hair bounded up to him, a grin on his face.

“TJ, sup?” Jake said with a grin, slapping hands with the young man.

“Hey Jake, Raul,” the man, TJ, said before turning to the Austins with a smile.

“Hi, I’m TJ, you must be the two Austins,” he said with a grin.

“How did you know about us?” Austin T asked, tensing slightly. TJ let out a laugh, smiling in a friendly manner.

“My Aunt Syndel met you two this morning,” he said with a shrug.

“Are they all here?” Jake asked. TJ nodded.

“They’re all sitting over there,” he said, pointing to a group of purple booths. The four looked in the directions of the booths. The Austins noticed the woman they had met earlier in the morning, Syndel, sitting there. With her was a man around her age with short black hair, his arm casually thrown around her shoulder. Next to him was a young man, early or mid twenties, with shaggy black hair and a friendly smile. He was chatting animatedly with a young woman next to him. She appeared a few years older than him, black hair pulled back into a bun.

“Isn’t that Detective Morse?” Austin T asked, pointing to the blonde woman perched atop the lap of the dark haired young woman.

“Huh, that is,” Austin F said with a nod. Jake and Raul looked at each other.

“We never told you that she’s married to Syndels’ daughter?” Jake said. The two Austins shook their heads in tandem.

“Oops....yeah, she married Syndel’s daughter,” Jake said, scratching the back of his head sheepishly as he, Raul, and TJ led the two over to the family.

“Here are all the drinks!” TJ said, setting down the drinks he was holding.

“Thanks, Teddy,” the dark haired woman said, taking one of the fruity colored glasses and taking a drink while wrapping her free arm around the blonde on her lap.

“Jade, how many times have I told you not to call me ‘Teddy’,” TJ grumbled fondly. Syndel looked up, smiling.

“Jake, Raul, it’s nice to see you two again, along with the Austins,” she said.

“These the two who know about Robert Stone’s murder?” The older man said.

“I’m Austin Theory, this is my sister, Austin Flynn,” Austin T introduced himself and his sister.

“This is my husband, Kenshi (Syndel motioned to the older man), our son, Takeda (she motioned to the younger man), and our daughter, Jade (she motioned to the young woman),” Syndel made introductions.

“So you two know about the murder of Robert Stone?” Jade asked. Austin T nodded, “Yeah...he was our black marker dealer….we think that the Elite killed him because of us selling to him. We stole some of their stuff.”

“Makes sense, they’re bugshit fucking crazy,” Takeda muttered as a green haired girl walked up.

“Jake, Raul,” she greeted the two. Jake turned, smiling at her.

“Hey Shotzi, what’s up?” He asked, pulling her into a side-hug. A lick of jealousy ran through Austin T and he grit his teeth slightly.

“Finn and Violet want to talk to you two….and your friends,” Shotzi said. Jake and Raul nodded, turning to the Okaia family.

“Go, we can catch up later,” TJ said. The four nodded and followed Shotzi to the back office.

“Who are Finn and Violet?” Austin F whispered to Raul. Raul slipped his arm around her waist briefly.

“Finn Balor and his wife, Violet, are the owners of this club. They are also allies of the McMahon family. Violet is Seth’s ex and Finn is a close friend of Seth’s along with being the brother of Seth’s current girlfriend, Becky,” Raul explained quietly.

“Seth finally has another girlfriend?” Austin T joked. Jake smiled at him, nodding.

“Yeah….his girlfriend is named Becky Lynch. But they are also dating another guy named Drew McIntyre. Becky, Drew, and Seth are all dating each other but Becky and Seth are also dating a woman named Charlotte Flair but she also has another boyfriend named Andrade Cien Almas. All of them know about them dating each other,” Jake explained. Austin T nodded as Shotzi opened a door and ushered the four in.

Inside stood five people, three guys and two girls. One of the guys sat at the desk in the middle of the room. He had short dark brown hair and brilliant blue eyes. The other two men stood at his sides, their arms crossed over their burly chests. Both were tall and bald with beards. One of the girls stood behind the man at the desk, she had blue hair and was incredibly pale. The other girl, a blonde with tan skin, was leaning against the desk and smiled when Shotzi walked in.

“Shotzi, meu amor (my love), you’re back,” she said happily, her voice slightly accented. Shotzi grinned, wrapping her arm around the blonde. The blonde smiled at the group before her eyes fell on Austin F.

“Austin???” She said in shock.

[horsegirlimogentemult]

5 tv shows i should watch?

Schitt’s Creek: A ridiculously rich family, the Roses, lose all of their money and everything they own. The only thing they’re allowed to keep is a town that the father bought for his son as a joke twenty years ago, called Schitt’s Creek, and so they have to move there and live in the local motel, and become friends with all the locals.

You’ll want to live in Schitt’s Creek. It’s also got the best gay rep I’ve ever seen in David and Patrick, and the whole town is such a safe place. And it’s hysterical. You haven’t lived till you’ve heard Moira Rose pronouncing words. I can’t even tell you the amount of heart this show has and how much it means to me and so many people. It’s warm and happy and a wonderful place.

12 Monkeys: In 2017, a plague swept through the entire planet. By 2043, humanity is one generation away from extinction. A scientist named Katarina Jones believes that there’s only one cure: making the plague never happen in the first place. A message from the past sets her off on a mission where she sends James Cole, the time-traveler, to 2015 to team up with virologist Dr. Cassie Railly to stop the plague….except that the conspiracy runs far deeper than they ever could have imagined, plunging them into the workings of the Army of the 12 Monkeys, a mysterious figure known only as the Witness, and Primaries who can see time’s secrets, including Jennifer Goines.

I literally cannot stress enough how good 12 Monkeys is. It answers every single question it ever raises, and does it in ways that make you scream at the foreshadowing and want to rewatch immediately. It twists and turns and every single bit of plot is fabulous and the characters are amazing.

The Good Place: Eleanor Shellstrop has died, and she’s in The Good Place! She’s got her house, and her neighbors, and her soulmate! One catch: They’ve got the wrong person. She’s not supposed to be there. Eleanor is, in fact, a terrible person who should be being tortured in The Bad Place right now. Luckily for her, her soulmate Chidi was a professor of ethics and moral philosophy during his life, and he’s agreed to teach her ethics so she can become a good person and earn her spot in the Good Place for real. Which should totally work out without anyone noticing…right?

Okay, I’m sure you’ve seen this one all over tumblr, but like, it’s just so good. The characters, it’s fucking funny, the questions it raises about philosophy, the plot……it’s all incredible. Plus, what other show can you hear the line “Whenever I was on Earth and I had a problem, and I threw a Molotov cocktail at it, boom! Right away, I had a different problem.”

Killing Eve: Villanelle is a professional assassin. Eve Polastri is an MI6 agent who brings it upon herself to track down Villanelle. The two become paired an an epic game of cat-and-mouse where they’re both the cat and both the mouse, and they’re mutually obsessed with each other. And falling in love.

Here’s another one you’ve probably heard all about everywhere, but……the thing about Killing Eve is that no matter how good people tell you it is, they’re not doing it justice. It’s better than that. Watch it. I watched the whole first season in a day because I couldn’t stop.

Galavant: It’s the Middle Ages, and Sir Galavant, greatest knight in the kingdom, has a lady love in Madalena–except King Richard kidnaps Madalena to be his bride. It’s Galavant to the rescue! King Richard can offer Madalena great fortune, Galavant says, but only Galavant can offer her great love. Madalena chooses the fame and fortune. A year later, Madalena and Richard have invaded the kingdom of Valencia, and Valencia’s Princess Isabella needs Galavant’s help in getting her kingdom back, and they and Galavant’s squire Sid set off on a hero’s journey accompanied entirely by songs.

It’s a musical! Galavant is so much fun, I can’t even tell you. The world did not deserve Galavant, Galavant was too good for it. It’s absolute absurdist humor, ridiculous songs, and a masterpiece.

The Librarians: The Library only ever has one Librarian, passed down lifetime to lifetime. And it calls Cassandra, Ezekiel, and Jake all as potential candidates–except it turns out the current Librarian, Flynn, is still alive, searching for the lost Library. The Library also called Eve as the new Guardian of the Librarian, and the group of five–along with Library caretaker Jenkins–set off on various adventures around the world, gathering various magical relics.

The Librarians is…..really good. It’s got heart and humor, and magic, and I love history, and god, it’s like the little show that could. Every year everyone expected it to be cancelled, and every year it would get renewed and it felt like magic. I miss it with my whole heart.

Warehouse 13: Based on the ending of Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark, Warehouse 13 is a secret warehouse in North Dakota (as the name suggests, the thirteenth throughout history, having been all over the world) that houses artifacts with powerful abilities–objects that belonged to someone, often someone famous from history, imbued with something relating to their personalities or what they’re famous for. For example, wearing Harriet Tubman’s thimble gives the wearer the ability to disguise themselves as anyone else they wish, Janis Joplin’s backstage pass can transport you to any concert that has ever happened, and Lizzie Borden’s axe makes the person holding it have an uncontrollable urge to kill people they love. Secret Service Agents Myka and Pete are brought on as the new agents of Warehouse 13, alongside caretaker Artie, and later tech genius Claudia as the bunch form a found family and go through some of history’s most dangerous artifacts in the process.

Warehouse 13 meant the entire world to me years ago. I mean, I’m passionate about history and an actual history major, so that part’s fun, and I also adore the way the show is structured and everything. The idea of having the artifacts is really cool, and some of the effects are very clever. I’ve always felt like it was an underrated show that it felt like no one else knew about, and I loved it.

[gorgonwoman]

can you rec good female monster horror movies?

asdfghj to be completely honest i don’t actually know a lot of horror movies? i’m not very good at watching movies and i get scared really easily so i don’t often watch them. i think joey @tenderbeasts posted a rec list of monstrous female horror movies here. 

i can recommend other things though? some of these women won’t be technically monstrous but run maybe parallel to it. 

the claymore series; it’s a manga/anime, and it’s my absolute favorite. the summary is this: “in a world where monsters called Yoma prey on humans and live among them in disguise, humanity’s only hope is a new breed of warrior known as Claymores. half human, half monster, these silver-eyed slayers possess supernatural strength, but are condemned to fight their savage impulses or lose their humanity completely.” it’s got very nearly everything i like in a series. it doesn’t sexualize them really either, which is honestly huge for a manga/anime? it does have nudity, but it presents it in a way that is meant to be horrifying. it doesn’t have explicit gayness but if you read between the lines it’s there. it has women who fight their monstrosity and women who embrace their monstrosity, it’s got a majorly female cast of characters (claymores are only women). and the main character, clare, is so interesting; she’s obsessed with vengeance, stubborn as hell, never gives up even if every odd is against her, and we get to watch her grow emotionally and physically stronger throughout the entire thing. i’d really recommend it. (if you want triggers you can message me -- it would make this too long if i listed them here.) 

the monstress series; this one is a comic by marjorie liu and sana takeda. it’s ‘set in an alternate world of art deco beauty and steampunk horror.’ i’ve heard it called an asian matriarchy. it’s about maika halfwolf, a ‘teenage survivor of a cataclysmic war between humans and their hated enemies, the arcanics.’ marjorie liu says this about it: “monstress was more a desire than an idea. an impulse that came over me, something i’d think about in the shower or when i was driving and listening to janet jackson on the radio. i had this image in my head of a battered girl standing alone, absolutely furious, and behind her a battlefield that stretched for miles. i didn’t know what to do with it -- and i’’m not all that patient -- but i had no choice in this matter. nothing was there. no story. just the girl. i don’t know anything about war, not having lived through one. but my grandparents experienced the devastation of war firsthand in china. in their stories surviving was more horrifying than dying. surviving required a desire to live more powerful than any bomb or army, a summoning of superhuman resilience to keep going, day after day. [...] and the victims of this horror had to learn how to first survive...and then survive the surviving. [...] and the root of my desire, i finally realized, was to tell a story about what it means to be a survivor. a survivor, not just of a cataclysmic war, but of racial conflict and its antecedent: hatred. and to confront the question: how does one whom history has made a monster escape her monstrosity? how does one overcome the monstrousness of others without succumbing to a rising monstrousness within?” the art is beautiful. the story is deeply enchanting. i’d recommend this one perhaps more than claymore.

and i darken, and its sequels, by kiersten white; this one is not technically about a female monster, but i’d say lada comes as close as a human can get. it’s about the historical vlad dracul reimagined as a cis girl. she’s brutal. she’s wild. she’s angry, she uncontrollable, she’s badass, she’s amazing. i’ve read the first book honestly dozens of times -- once i got to the end i’d flip back to the first page and start again. lada is incredible. the writing is beautiful. i love it. the book also has a sympathetic portrayal of islam -- lada dislikes their kingdom for personal reasons, but her brother radu (who is everything she is not: beautiful, tender, kind) converts to it, finds home and safety in it. spoiler -- he’s also gay. (lada appears to be straight, which is ridiculous, but there are other lesbians) i haven’t read the last book yet because i’m rereading the other two first, but i’m sure it’ll have a good ending. i really trust kiersten white on this one. 

sharp objects by gillian flynn; this one is more female villainy, but still. i posted a quote from her about this book not too long ago; i’d repost it, but i don’t want to make this post too long dfghj -- in essence this is gillian flynn’s exploration of female cruelty and villainy -- it’s about bad women, it’s about female dark sides, none of the women in this are portrayed very kindly and that’s the point. it’s flynn getting tired of sugar-sweet women-are-meant-to-be-nurturing women-aren’t-cruel-like-men women-can’t-do-genuine-bad-things narratives and writing her own where absolutely none of the women are 2D kind and simple. 

the last werewolf series by glen duncan; this one i’m a bit iffy on recommending -- it’s got beautiful prose, and talulla is just as much a monster as her male counterparts are, but it’s got some.... issues. for example, the first book (with a male narrator) -- jake never refers to cis female genitals as anything other than c*nts. (at one point he literally says he’s not a misogynist because of the way he fucks women.) the ending of the first book is interesting though, and unexpected. the second one is with talulla’s point of view. she’s better than jake, but there is a point (spoiler) where a man is raped, and she’s mocking about it. (”women go through that every day, why are you whining?”) that part honestly kind of ruined the book for me, and duncan does punish her for this mentality, i’m sure you can imagine how (only attempted though, we don’t read a graphic rape, which i’m sure duncan would have included if he thought it would have worked). i haven’t read the final book and i’m not sure if i will -- the things i’ve heard about it are -- strange, to say the least. 

the book of the ancestor series by mark lawrence; beginning with red sister, followed by grey sister, and the third one not due to be released until april 2019, this is honestly one of my new favorite books. it’s brutal and incredible and it’s about assassin nuns with a completely new religion in a fantasy setting (and some of them are lesbians!!). nona’s growth is really interesting to read and her interactions with her fellow novices are kinda what makes red sister. i’ve talked about this series a lot so i won’t do that again here but honestly, read it 

carrie, of course, the book and the movies, i love the book more though, probably just because it gives more information on what carrie is thinking, i haven’t read it in awhile so i don’t have very many thoughts on it rn to give fghjk

ask baba yaga: otherworldly advice for everyday troubles by taisia kitaiskaia; this book is absolutely gorgeous, the writing is haunting and incredible and i’m really into baba yaga lately so finding this book was a godsend. it’s based on an actual advice column the author ran on a website whose name i forget atm -- she collected some of her answers into a book and published it, and i’m so glad she did.

i’m just gonna end this here because this got a lot longer than i intended sdfghj (i had more books planned to share too!). i’m sorry i couldn’t exactly give you what you asked for, i really don’t watch that many horror movies, i’m not into gore or too much violence or anything like that, and i dislike having to google triggers before a movie and getting spoiled for the whole thing. if you want more book recs though you can hmu :0

oh also! the monstrous feminine by barbara creed! it’s not fiction but it’s an examination of female monstrosity in film and i’d really recommend it! 

[mirdania]

lis tag

I was tagged by @six-foot-five thanks so much sweetie! :)

ilitw

who I'm romancing: I played this book on two devices, on my main one my mc stayed single waiting for noah to become a li.....only to get backstabbed in the end lmao. and on my second device I'm romancing connor.

second choice: I don't really have one

most underrated li: maybe connor? some people seemed to think that he was creepy because he was like 2 years older than mc lmao..... a) that's not creepy and b) he's actually pretty cool

most overrated li: none

least favorite li: even if I wouldn't romance some of them, I love the whole gang so much, so none

who I wish was an li: betrayal and all, noah!

endless summer

who I'm romancing: jake! he's the type of guy I'm attracted to irl, personality-wise

second choice: sean

most underrated li: maybe estela?

most overrated li: I love him, but it’s jake

least favorite li: quinn

who I wish was an li: at first I kinda wanted craig to become a li, but I started shipping him with zahra, so none

bloodbound

who I’m romancing: adrian ♥️

second choice: none, I’m romancing adrian on both devices lmao

most underrated li: none, I think they’re all quite loved, and that’s great

most overrated li: none

least favorite li: even if I only have eyes for adrian, I think all of them are awesome characters, so none

who I wish was an li: easy, bald gaius! lmaooooo kidding

veil of secrets

who I’m romancing: flynn! hope he’s alright btw 😨

second choice: none

most underrated li: it’s kinda soon to tell, but I think none

most overrated li: same ^

least favorite li: none

who I wish was an li: none

perfect match

who I'm romancing: hayden, I freaking designed him after all 😂

second choice: damien, in fact I started romancing him too by the end of the book lol

most underrated li: none

most overrated li: none

least favorite li: none

who I wish was an li: none

the crown and the flame (I played this one quite some time ago…)

who I’m romancing: dom

second choice: probably diavolos, I blame @i-dream-so-i-write lol :)

most underrated li: not sure

most overrated li: not sure

least favorite li: don’t really remember if I had one lol

who I wish was an li: none

the freshman

who I’m romancing: chris, since the beginning!

second choice: I tried romancing zig on my second device, but idk, it didn't prosper lol

most underrated li: probably james

most overrated li: I don’t think there is one?

least favorite li: kaitlyn, I don’t even like her as a friend, sorry 😂 as far as I’m concerned zack is my mc’s bff

who I wish was an li: none, there are too many

lovehacks (I don’t remember some stuff, I played it ages ago lol)

who I’m romancing: mark! he actually reminds me of an ex lmao

second choice: none

most underrated li: don’t think there is one

most overrated li: same

least favorite li: not sure, maybe leah

who I wish was an li: horatio!

hero (can’t answer this one, I only played a couple of chapters when it came out, but it wasn’t my cup of tea ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

red carpet diaries

who I’m romancing: since every-fucking-thing is behind a paywall and I don’t spend diamonds on this book, I’m not romancing anyone, but I totally would romance matt

second choice: none

most underrated li: not sure, I don’t really pay attention to this book

most overrated li: same ^

least favorite li: same ^

who I wish was an li: same ^ loooooooooooool

the royal romance

who I’m romancing: drake

second choice: maxwell

most underrated li: not really sure, I’m not paying much attention to this book anymore

most overrated li: same ^

least favorite li: liam, he’s just too bland for my taste

who I wish was an li: none

high school story

who I’m romancing: michael

second choice: caleb

most underrated li: not sure, never really cared abt this book

most overrated li: same ^

least favorite li: same ^

who I wish was an li: same ^

I’m not going to answer this for roe nor hfth, because even if I did play them for the diamonds lol, I pretty much don’t remember a thing! thank god for that :)

tagging @pixelberrytrash @nazarihoe @an-indecisives-choice @karenchoices @dandeservestheworld @damiensnazario @teamdrake27 and everyone who wants to do this! consider yourselves tagged :) also feel free to ignore this if you have already done it/aren’t interested

[hufflepuff-ravenclaw-reviews]

The Librarians Season 4

And the Dark Secret

So with the start of a new season, arises a new problem. This season's overall minor problem that will carry over for the entire 12 episodes? The Tethering Ceremony. The Library needs a Librarian and a Guardian to tether to it, and, since the last ones have gone now, it's up to Eve and Flynn to do so.

However, we obviously can't solve this in the first few minutes of the first episode if this is going to be a problem for literally the entire season!

So, onward to the actual plot of this episode. There are four cornerstones of the Library of Alexandria, and when they're combined, then they can manifest the physical Library. Jenkins likened what it would be like in a metaphor: imagine Google cloud, and all of the information that it's full of. Now imagine if somebody were to turn The Cloud physical. BOOM goes that data... and squish go lots of people.

As you might have guessed, there's some group who's trying to put them together... because reasons. The reasons aren't important.

However, Jenkins comes up with a plan to get ahead of this group: he's been secretly keeping Nicole down in a basement jail cell for the past hundred years. Just who is Nicole, you ask? She's the previous Guardian, from before Eve. (If you've ever seen the movies, she's from them.) However, there was an accident with HG Well's time machine that sent her spinning backwards 500 years. And now she's immortal... and pissed as hell at literally everything. (Especially Jenkins, but who can blame her? 100 years in a fucking dungeon. Yikes.)

Anyway, with Nicole's help, they figure out how to get to the corner stones, but it's almost too late, as the group already has them, and already has them TOGETHER. However, Cassie destroys one of the corner stones, but the Library is up there, still physical, just unstable. Nicole and Flynn get sucked into the whirling vortex of it, so Eve has to go and get them. Which she does, because she's Eve Baird.

However, when the Librarians are congratulating each other on a job well done... Nicole slips away, to be a problem for another couple of episodes.

And The Steal of Fortune

This episode kicks off when Jake takes Zeke to visit an old friend of his, who has a race horse. However, some men come and take the horse away because the guy apparently lost the horse in a game of cards. Just then, the man is stung by a bee, and starts to have a VERY bad reaction. At the hospital, Jake and Zeke see... a lot of freak accidents. Like being stabbed through the leg with a weather vein, head stuck in decorative headboard, struck by lightening... They begin to suspect that not all is right with this town, and that something magical is afoot.

So they bring the others to the race track, where they're rather disturbed to discover that, upon the completion of the horse race, literally nobody won. NOBODY. That is statistically impossible, as Cassie might say.

Their instincts tell them that it's the track/casino owner, so they set out to steal his ring. But not before Zeke hits the slots and Cassie tries out the roulette table. Zeke is upset about not winning (although, dude, come on. If you want to win, try cards.) So... he does what Ezekiel Jones does best: hack the machine. Cassie, on the other hand, uses math and physics of the ball/wheel to triangulate where the ball will drop.

As it turns out, it's not the owner, but rather, his “arm candy”, who turns out to be the Greek/Roman Goddess, Fortuna. She was turned into a statue some time ago by... I want to say Jupiter? For wanting to turn everything into a 100% luck based system. She was then put in front of a casino, where thousands upon thousands of people rubbed her feet and legs for good luck as they came and went. And one day... poof! Turned real. She sucks luck out from people, which is what keeps the casino/track open and in such good business.

She can also steal luck from people over the TV, so there's video of her blowing kisses all over the casino floor. Her grand plan is to steal the luck from everybody in the world by blowing a kiss on nationally broadcast TV.

However, the team realizes that they can stop her by giving luck to others. Cassie and Zeke have been rendered immune from their previous “cheat the system” actions. So, Zeke sets out to rig all of the slot machines, while Cassie helps people to win at Roulette. Jake gets all but one of the horse jockeys to watch the blowing kiss video, and then Zeke sets up so that everybody's bets were placed on the horse whose jockey didn't watch the video.

And, when everybody discovers that their horse won the race (well, literally the only one who crossed the finish line, but it counts!), Fortuna turns back into a statue. She's then transported back to the Library, where she won't be awoken any time soon...

Oh, and Jake makes sure to get his friend his horse back. So, happy endings all around!

And The Christmas Thief

This episode kicks off with Eve, Flynn, and Jenkins going off with Santa for a vacation, while Cassie, Zeke, and Jake have to stay behind and “babysit” Santa's sleigh. (Why they need a special task just to watch an inanimate object is beyond me, but here we are.)

Almost as soon as the three of them set off, Zeke heads home to Australia, where it's All ThanksTaking/ThanksThieving Day. It's a day for the patron saint of thieves. Zeke's family, which is a woman who took in three girls and Zeke, are all petty thieves who have a literal shrine to this saint, which is decorated with the price stickers and tags of things that they stole. However, Zeke's mum is disappointed that Zeke bought her a trinket rather than to steal it. His sisters also won't stop mocking him about a Faberge egg that he gave her some time ago.

Zeke doesn't want to be a disappointment to his mum, so he takes her to the Library, where... surprise surprise, she steals the magic globe that lets them open doors and go anywhere. With no other way to get back to her and to get the globe back, Cassie, Jake, and Zeke obviously take Santa's sleigh to Australia, where they discover that she's been on a... thieving spree.

But, she has stolen something from this bank for thieves, which is exactly what you think it is... and the punishment for being caught doing something bad is to be literally liquidated. (Haha, get it? Liquidate your assets? /SFW adult humor) Also, in the bank, Zeke's mum overhears a teller appraising another Faberge Egg at like a million dollars, and she's surprised, because apparently, she had no idea what it was or how much that they could be worth. So... ha, I guess?

The owner of this bank is the saint of thieves, or, as he'd probably not like to be remembered as: Santa's brother. He wants Santa's sleigh... because reasons. So obviously Zeke and his mum get caught, “hand over the sleigh, or else”, blah-blah-blah...

Meanwhile, Cassie and Jake call in Jenkins for some help. Jenkins is more than eager to get away from Santa's party, which would make a Spring Break party look tame in comparison.

In the end, Jenkins gives the saint a letter from Santa that says “the sleigh is now yours!” He cannot accept anything that isn't stolen, and, since it was legally given to him, he can't accept the sleigh. And, to make matters even more confusing, he reverts back to a child.

But now Zeke's mum is left with all of the other stuff she stole. So, with Santa's sleigh, the two of them go and, not only do they return everything, but they try to one-up what was taken and make people feel good. So like a child gets a train set around his bed, and an old man with an old TV (you know, the kind with the rabbit ears) gets a new smart TV, and so on. Zeke's mum gets really into the spirit of giving, and is actually disappointed that there's nothing left to give back.

Zeke then imparts that his mum is actually a really good person, because she took in four kids and raised them. And sure, they're thieves, but they're decent people.

And The Silver Screen

As Eve and Flynn go on a date to an old black and white detective movie screening, the two of them get sucked into the movie. 24 hours later, Jenkins, Cassie, Jake, and Zeke go to investigate, because they never came back. They talk to the theater owner for a minute, who shows them that Eve and Flynn are literally in the opening scene of the movie that they went to see, but they can neither hear nor see anybody on the outside.

Eve and Flynn eventually realize that they need to reenact the movie, which is a pretty standard magical thing. Eve's seen the movie a billion times, so she knows exactly what's going to happen, so she helps coach Flynn through everything.

While that's going on, the others are desperate to try and figure out how to help them. Unfortunately, Cassie, Zeke, and Jake get sucked into a movie... but the wrong one! They end up in another screening, of a really awful western. (By the same director/writer. They're all by the same writer/director.)

Jenkins does a metaphorical headdesk for a while before he gets down to work with the theater owner/daughter of the movie director. She's kept all of her father's things, and they search through everything in order to find the magical object that keeps sending people into the movies.

Eve and Flynn, meanwhile, reached the end of the movie, only to just jump right back to the beginning. They start to think that there's something wrong that they should be doing, despite having done the movie the exact way that it should have been. So instead of asking the hot dame who comes in looking for her ruby necklace about the usual questions... they ask what she's really after: her daughter, Pearl.

The entire ending of the movie was changed at the last minute, and completely rewritten, as Jenkins and the daughter discover out in the real world. The original ending was literally ripped out of the script. Oh, and the director... didn't actually WRITE any of these movies, and it's some random person that the daughter doesn't know about, aside from their name.

The actual ending of the film noir movie is that the mother is reunited with her daughter, who was taken from her by the girl's vengeful father. This is a reflection of what happened to the actual writer's life: she had a baby with the director, and he took the daughter from her and left the mother to rot. (Oh, and Zeke, Cassie, and Jake show up to help Eve and Flynn save the day... but not before jumping through an even worse sci-fi movie, so they're wearing blue lipstick and spandex.) With the completion of the actual movie ending, everybody is dumped back into the real world... sans spandex and hair-spray.

And then, as it turns out... surprise! The old lady who'd been hanging around the theater is actually 1) the theater owner's biological mother and 2) the woman who wrote all of the scripts in the first place. So they're reunited, and everybody lived happily, ever after.

And the Bleeding Crown

Imagine, going to bed a high school senior, and waking up a literal senior citizen. It happened in one town... and not just to one kid. To literally everybody. Adults, children, literal babies. All turn to ~70 years old.

Obviously, this seems like a job for The Librarians, who arrive and start poking around, asking questions. They finally uncover one family who is normal, and that's only because they're so poor, they couldn't afford to pay their power bill, so... the magic didn't affect them.

Meanwhile, Flynn runs across somebody completely unexpected: Darrington Dare, one of the previous Librarians from around the Victorian Era. He fell through time on accident, thanks to his nemesis, Ambrose. Ambrose has some sort of... bleeding crown which he is using to suck the youth from everybody in town.

He also captured Eve, Cassie, Zeke, and Jake, and replaced them with old-looking doppelgangers, which he then uses to infiltrate the library. Poor Jenkins.

Also, during this entire time, Darrington keeps telling Flynn that he cannot allow the other Librarians to continue, for the last time there were multiple Librarians... well, have you ever heard of The Dark Ages? Totally caused by warring Librarian brothers. However, Flynn insists that friends help each other out better than just being by yourself all of the time. Oh, and the Library chose all three of them for a reason.

They manage to defeat the Bleeding Crown by putting Jenkins in one of the pods that's sucking the life from the others. The machine is overpowered and the crown breaks.

Jenkins later sends Darrington back to his own time. They are a little sad to see him go, since they know that he's approaching his own end, which they obviously know a lot about from Library records. However, the second he goes back, the records change to show that he reconnected with his friends, who were there when Darrington should have died. He instead lived to be really old instead of dying literally the next day.

But now, the seeds of doubt about the Rightful Librarian have been planted.

And the Graves of Time

And now we're back with Nicole. Because I think that we all knew that she wouldn't stay gone forever. As you might imagine, being an immortal who looks in her mid to late 30's, she has to frequently move on a lot. So this means that she's got a lot of gravesites all over... And she uses them to hide important things. Like... some sort of device that can kill immortals?

Eve joins up with her... not to stop her, but rather, to try and convince Nicole to come back to the Library. Nicole permits Eve to be with her, but only because she finds Eve mildly useful. For the moment.

The others, in the meantime, are worried that Eve is in trouble, and they try to track Nicole down. Jenkins worries about the nefarious plot that Nicole must be plotting, especially with the immortal-killing device, which he believes is intended for him.

Jenkins and Eve eventually get grabbed by the people who are also trying to get the key, but these people are also working to stop Nicole as well. The enemy of my enemy is my friend, and all that. The man exposes that Nicole was once besties with Rasputin. Yes, of Anastasia fame. (No, the real one.) While they're being turned against Nicole once and for all, Flynn and Nicole make it to where this device is located... and get it.

Only for Jenkins and Eve to come around and try to stop them. Only for them to be double crossed. Because as it turns out, their new friend... WAS ACTUALLY RASPUTIN. Okay. Because I didn't see it coming at all. /sarcasm.

However, Nicole's plan all along was to kill Rasputin, because... um... let's see... HE EVIL?! He however, gets a hold of the blade and uses it to stab Nicole instead.

Flynn and Eve then manage to defeat Rasputin by having him stab at a nuclear... holding thing? (They're in Chernobyl, aka that nuclear waste-site, so there's plenty to go around.) He might be immortal, but not even he can deal with some of that shit.

They rush back to the Library, where Jenkins is getting a ceremony ready to save Nicole. However, this means that he gives her his immortality, and makes him mortal.

Also, throughout the entire time that Nicole was with Flynn, she was planting the seeds of doubt in his head, and telling him that the Library was keeping him a prisoner. However, at the end of the episode, Eve shows up to go on the promised bowling date with Flynn, only to hear from Jenkins that Flynn has resigned!!

And the Disenchanted Forest

Following Flynn's disappearance, the remaining three Librarians are starting to fight amongst themselves about who should tether to the Library/Eve. They all think that they should be the one to do it, obviously, and for varying reasons.

Eve decides to whip them into shape, by taking them on a team building retreat... which is also where the clippings book has sent them.

At the camp, Eve is struck by how odd that one team seems to react towards her. Zeke also overhears one of the camp teachers asking another why so many people just... disappear from the camp.

But, Eve's wishes are overshadowed by everything, and she has a mean competitive streak. So she sets out to figure out why these people are so into her... only to find out that they're DOSA. You guys remember DOSA from last season, right? The government version of the Library? Anyway, they're there because strange things keep happening, and people keep vanishing.

Jake, meanwhile, has the hots for the arts and crafts director, who seems to think that there's something odd going on in the camp. He gets a mysterious splinter in his hand, though, and he cannot get it out. (Yes, it's relevant, and not just a camp-related injury.)

Cassie, meanwhile, having been extremely limited on her human interactions, has never been to camp, and thus, has never done camp pranks. She fulfills this itch on Zeke, by doing stuff like putting whipped cream on his hand while he's asleep and then tickling his nose. They unveil a clue when she puts his mattress in the middle of the lake, he falls in... and discovers a briefcase at the bottom of the lake. The briefcase belongs to a man who disappeared earlier that day.

They all rush to tell each other what they learned on their own. And then things go from suspicious to awful when Jake just gets grabbed by some vines and dragged away. Thankfully, the pretty arts and crafts director witnessed everything, and runs to tell the others. The Librarians demand that DOSA tell them everything, which they do: this area is a magical Bermuda triangle, where things just... disappear. These instances have been happening since the Lewis and Clark expedition first discovered the area. The area was owned by the government, until the current camp director came and pulled some strings and bought the land from a crooked politician. Le sigh.

However, they can't seem to find the Mother Tree of the forested area, so that's why they keep coming to the camp. But, with Cassie's know-how, they manage to figure it out, and they go there. Only to find that Jake... is now Groot! The tree uses Jake to talk to them, and basically says this: we don't want the forests of the world to die, so here! Take this magical seed and if anything were to happen to the forests, use the seed to replant all of the trees. The tree then spits out all of the people it “ate”, including some very confused-looking people from the Lewis and Clark era. Whoops?

DOSA also makes sure that no idiot can “sell” the land around there ever again, so that things like this will stop happening. Idiots.

And the Hidden Sanctuary

Cassandra is having more than a little PTSD following a mission in which everybody almost died... and it was all her fault. We don't really see much of this incident, however, only just how it affected her. She decides to take a vacation from the Library to sort through her thoughts, and goes to “the safest town on earth”.

The town in question is celebrating 100,000 days without an accident. Cassie also finds it rather odd that there's no traffic or stop signs or anything of that sort. She also watches as a man with so much in his arms that he literally cannot see... step off the curb, into traffic, avoid being hit by a car, walks under the people putting up the 100k days sign, all without incident.

However, she KNOWS that things are suspicious here, but at the same time, she doesn't want to think that anything is off. Because she wants to be safe.

And she's not the only one. Most of the town is the same way, including the lady that Cassie rents a room from. However, it's the lady's tween son who is the one who is asking the real questions. He keeps checking out thriller books like Stepford Wives and Invasion of the Body Snatchers from the library, where Cassie now works. However, his mother warns Cassie not to be putting ideas into her son's head, because the outside world is just Not Safe.

However, as you might have figured out, good times must eventually come to an end. And the next thing anybody knows, somebody ends up with a broken leg... which can't even be treated properly, because the town doesn't even have a hospital or an ambulance, or even a fire truck. Because they were never needed. Ever.

Cassie asks everybody at the town meeting if there have been anything strange that has happened the past few days, and everybody looks to Cassie, because she's the latest to come to the town. They start to form a lynch mob, and she obviously books it out of there.

She teams up with the son, who has a secret room full of stuff about how weird that the town is. They come to the conclusion that it must be some sort of fairy, because it's in all of the pictures that he took of stuff NOT happening (but as a lens flair). They go to the library to capture the fairy, only for the mayor to come and capture it first.

Years ago, as a boy, he came across the fairy. He was upset because his dad had died in a recent car accident. As a thanks for rescuing the fairy, he was allowed one wish, and he only just wanted for nobody to ever be hurt. Ever. And I get it. It comes from a good place.

However, imprisoning the fairy for so long has only made it super angry, as you might imagine. So after the son smashes the snow globe that it was kept in, it just... gets really big and goes on a rampage.

Cassie and the rest of the town (who no longer want to kill her, since they know the reason for everything), come up with a plan and agree to trap the fairy in the gazebo, which is made of iron. The plan works, and the son sets the fairy free.

The head librarian becomes the new mayor, and starts to work to bring the town up to modern safety standards. Cassie, meanwhile, sets back for the Library, having overcome her PTSD while on her solo-mission, and come to the realization that she would get tired of “boring” and “normal”.

And A Town Called Feud

Cassie, Jake, and Zeke are still fighting over who should tether. Meanwhile, the clippings book sends them to some Civil War Reenactment sight, where ghosts were apparently spotted. Cassie stays behind with Jenkins, while Jake and Zeke set off with Eve.

The town is literally called Feud, and it's the sight of some famous brothers who were on opposite sides of the war, and killed one another. On her deathbed, their mother broke the locket with pictures of her sons and gave them each the halves. They've had one half for a while now, but now... they have the other half, so they're going to put the two halves together in a big ceremony tomorrow.

Needless to say, the Librarians all seem to think that this would be a very bad idea. However, the museum curator is determined to stop them, and scoffs at them whenever they mention seeing any ghosts. Including a literal troop just... marching through the museum. (How do you not notice that?!)

She eventually has them arrested for breaking into the museum after hours and trying to steal the locket halves. They manage to break out of prison using both the skills of Jake and Zeke, and they rush to the museum... only to witness as the woman puts the two locket halves together again.

Suddenly!! Civil war ghosts! They possess the bodies of everybody present, and form a notable divide. Then, the ghosts of the two brothers possess Jake and Zeke, and point their guns at each other. However, both Jake and Zeke don't want to actually kill one another, so they don't, and neither do the ghosts inhabiting the crowd.

As it turns out, the entire story of Feud was made up as a tourist trap. Yes, the brothers had been on opposite sides, yes, the locket had been broken... but they faced each other in battle and realized that they couldn't kill their brother. But, the war raged on around them, and they were both killed at the same time. The woman found the locket together, but split it apart to sell a story.

However, Zeke convinces her that the actual truth sounds much better, and to rename the town. So the ghosts are appeased, and go back to the other side once more.

Zeke and Jake have also learned an important lesson about teamwork and loving one another.

But, while they were doing that, Jenkins and Cassie were trying to track down the belongings of the brothers who were Librarians and set the world into the Dark Ages. We don't find out what was in their letters to one another, only just that when Jake, Zeke, and Eve get back and announce that there should be multiple Librarians, Cassie announces that she's changed her mind and now thinks that there should be only one instead.

And Some Dude Named Jeff (Yes, actual episode title)

This episode starts off by showing us that Jenkins and the titular “some dude named Jeff” have switched bodies. Jeff, as you might imagine, is over the moon about everything. However, his over-eagerness, unprofessionalism, and general lack of knowledge about... anything, is what tips the Librarians and Eve off that he isn't actually Jenkins.

Jenkins, meanwhile, is first baffled, then outraged, to find out what has happened to him. Jeff's mom is an overbearing control freak who lashes out at her son following the death of her husband/Jeff's dad. Jeff works at some IT job (probably for minimum wage), with a bunch of losers. Said losers are seemingly his only friends, and they all play D&D in Jeff's basement... where he lives. Yes, Jeff is easily in his mid-30's.

But, Jenkins isn't going to just sit back and become Jeff... especially not when he realizes that the D&D characters are literally the Librarians, Eve, and himself. So, he tells them who he is and what happened... and they're oddly chill about the entire thing. He spends some time whipping them into shape in order to get into the Library via the back door, because it takes multiple people and a team-effort in order to do so.

Meanwhile, the book that Jeff used to switch bodies with Jenkins turns out to be some sort of binding spell used to seal a Prince of Hell up. He escapes while in the Library, and the Librarians are even more annoyed that they're going to have to deal with that as well.

Meanwhile, Jenkins gets Jeff's friends into the back door, where they're faced with a puzzle, but with every wrong move, the room grows more unstable. They finally figure it out: 20 sided die. The next room is literally just a big DDR arena, which they have to dance across. Jenkins is embarrassed to have to do it, but he does so only reluctantly. The final room is... literally nothing. Just a vast, white room that echoes slightly. Jenkins has a bit of an emotional breakdown, and one of the friends gives him a pep-talk about not giving up. Then they realize that they can “crack” the walls by pounding on the floor, which they do, and end up in the front entrance of the library. Jenkins sends them all home while he deals with whatever horrors await him in the library.

He finds the Librarians and Eve cocooned in stuff, but Jeff is running around in a panic. Jenkins then realizes that Jeff gave this demonic ruby thing that was in the book to his mom, so they rush over there to stop the Prince of Hell from killing Jeff's mom. Which it is about to do.

In the end, Jeff manages to distract the demon with a red ring pop, and that gives Jenkins the opening in order to put the beast back into the book. Oh, and before they left, Jenkins and Jeff took a potion that would switch them back, but they didn't switch back until they were battling the demon.

They all learned an important lesson... although some a little bit more life-and-death than others. Also, the episode ends with Jenkins going to Jeff's place to play D&D with them... although he insists on being the dungeon master, but only because the current one doesn't know anything about anything.

And the Trial of One

The Library is starting to become untethered, as the time for the ceremony draws closer. Jenkins unknowingly leaves out a scroll that contains a spell for “the one”, so they decide to perform it. They get transported to the middle of a forest, where a being in Jenkins's body says that it'll kill Jenkins if they don't agree to go along. It gives them all “nightmare rings” to put on, and sends them to face their fears.

Cassie's fear is a school field trip where she was relentlessly bullied by her classmates, and the teacher apparently just looked the other way.

Jake's is that he goes to some witch doctor to get his magical tattoo removed, only for things to go very badly.

Zeke's is that he's in prison. Which he's not really scared of, and he knows that it's not real.

And Eve... she's technically not a Librarian, but her fear is that she's stuck just watching all of this bad shit happen to her Librarians, and there's nothing that she can do.

As the Librarians's fears unfold, they come face to face with the other two, who are the ones who are torturing them. Jake and Zeke are Cassie's classmates. Cassie and Zeke are evil witches/warlocks. Cassie and Jake are a guard and violent prisoner who want to beat Zeke up. They all eventually succumb to their fear and press the magical button to make them forget.

Once they do so, then they're transported to a field with these... they sort of look like really big grave stones, I guess? There, not!Jenkins tells them that he is in danger, and they have to get to the other side of the field to press the button, but they also have to deal with the other two, who are evil. He says this to all three of them at the same time. He also gives them things to use.

So they all start to fight. Just then, Eve realizes that she has a nightmare ring on as well, which she takes off, and is transported into the arena just as they're about to kill one another. They suddenly remember everything upon seeing her, and they become ashamed of what they almost did.

Just then, not!Jenkins shows up and warns them that only one can win or else Jenkins will be killed. They argue about who should sacrifice themselves for a while, before they decide to take the “suicide vest” off of Jenkins.

However, just when they get back to the Library, the vest comes flying back and stabs him in the heart. And I'd like to remind you that Jenkins gave his immortality to Nicole several episodes ago, so he's been dealing with that for half of the season. They try to save him, but they cannot, and he dies.

They're all so upset that they resign from the Library following a short funeral for Jenkins.

Just as the three Librarians leave Eve alone in the Library, Nicole shows up to gloat... This was all according to plan! And oh no! The Library is starting to untether to reality!! And... it's gone!!!

And the Echoes of Memory

Eve is now in a world without knowledge, where everything is literally black and white, and things like good tasting food don't exist. She struggles to remember the Library, and comes up with three things: Spear of Destiny, lions by the front entrance, Ark of the Covenant.

She finds a TV with a recorded message from Flynn, who was captured by Nicole, and didn't actually resign from the Library. He urges her to gather the others and to remember everything. The TV goes back to its normal programming, where Eve sees an ad for a used car lot... owned by Jacob Stone.

So she goes to him, and convinces him to help her. There, they track down Cassie, who works as... a stapler. Because that's apparently a very important job. She's obsessed with math still, and they convince her to come with them because of that.

However, some g-men show up, so they have to make a quick exit from Cassie's... stapling office? I don't even know anymore. As they leave, Eve asks how they're going to find Ezekiel Jones, but then they say that it's easy, because he's the host of the only TV show in existence: I Fell Down. (If anybody here is familiar with Idiocracy, it's basically a tame version of “Ow! My Balls!”)

However, Zeke has a very comfortable job, and doesn't want to leave it, so he rats Eve out. She gets sent to what's basically the looney bin, where they reprogram people not to think. What kind of thinking gets you in trouble in this world, you ask? Questions like “when was flour invented” and “what does fruit taste like”.

Flynn is also there, and he's just as zaney as usual... if a bit toned down. Nicole doesn't want to do anything permanent to him, so she just keeps zapping him. Eve, meanwhile, has been forgetting more and more, until she doesn't even remember what books are. She follows Flynn being taken down to his room in the basement following another one of his treatments, where she finds that he's “recreated” artifacts and memories by drawing on paper and sticking them behind the wall padding. They kiss, and they remember everything, and they're also transported back to the Library for a few seconds. Nicole comes in, however, realizes what happened, and says that it's time to make them forget. Forever.

Meanwhile, Jake and Cassie realize that they can't just sit back and let bad things happen to Eve. Not when they themselves are starting to remember. They grab Zeke, who only reluctantly goes along. But once they get to the looney bin, they start to remember more and more, which enables them to get into the building.

They free Eve first, and then they take down some guards to get Flynn. Then, being chased by even more guards and some doctors, as well as Nicole, they barricade themselves in an area and they have to remember the library. Which they do, and remembering it brings everything back to normal.

Only... some things weren't fixed. Like Jenkins being dead now.

Flynn grabs this magical artifact and this book that has the history of everything in it, and uses it to jump to the moment when Nicole was about to become immortal. He doesn't take her back, however, but reminds her to be strong, because she is a Guardian. She realizes that she's not a Guardian of a Librarian, but rather, of the Library.

Flynn wakes up... and he's back in the opening of the first episode again. Jenkins is still alive, and literally none of that other stuff happened. Except, Nicole came through and things like the corner stones of Alexandria and that immortal-killing thing are safe in the library.

Eve also remembers everything, and they both eagerly hug Jenkins when he shows up. Flynn then insists that he and Eve tether to the Library then and there, rather than to wait. Jenkins reluctantly agrees (it's the wrong date!!).

And with that... the season comes to a close.

It was a fun ride, although I felt like this season wasn't nearly as strong as some of the others. I blame Nicole, who was more of an anti-hero rather than a flat-out villain like in previous seasons.

Also, I wasn't quite sure where they were going with the “make Jenkins mortal” plot. Either one of two things would happen: he'd die, or they'd somehow recon his choice and give him back his immortality. I just... didn't expect that it would have been both almost simultaneously.

I honestly liked the filler episodes that didn't have anything to do with Nicole or the tethering more than the actual plot episodes. But, like I said, it was fun. And I still love this show.

[magic-multicolored-miracle]

The Librarians and [I'M FEELING SO MANY FEELINGS]

“And the Graves of Time” was wonderful and possibly one of the most painful/emotional turmoil-y episodes to date. Right up there with “And the Point of Salvation” or “And the Eternal Question.”

Read at your own risk, and punctuate with a lot of screaming and trying to hold in my tears.

Not a good sign…

You should probably tell the others about Dare’s concerns. Poor communication is usually the majority of the problem in these sort of things

Can you really blame him for doubting the Library, or you, after learning about that?

Where is Baird and why is she missing?

Heeey Nicole…oh! And Baird!

Why are they looting your graves Nicole? What did you hide in them?

I love side-by-side fighting. Especially when it leads to…Competing? Flirting? Advising? All of the above?

I had so hoped we were done with preachy Cassandra…

Flynn’s clothing confuses and distresses me…

I don’t like how often I’ve thought “Jake’s completely right” this season. Also, Cassie, I feel like of everyone on the team you have the least ground to stand on/room to judge others’ morally dubious decisions, especially without knowing all the details (did someone switch/scramble their personalities when I wasn’t looking?)

Anything? Hey now *insert wiggling eyebrows*

She is way too excited to be Jenkins…

Jenkins should be kept far from Nicole, for both their sakes

Facing Guardians should definitely qualify you for hazard pay, I completely agree.

She had (at least) a daughter, a life, happiness even probably and she couldn’t do anything to keep it…that’s not fair…and she was willing to give it all up for Flynn? That’s kind of insane but not in a bad way. 

Eve…

I still can’t decide if I want this tethering ceremony to work out or not…maybe that’s an immortal Nicole’s true purpose? To have a guardian to tether the Library without Eve having to give up her mortality? I am 100% convinced that Nicole is not evil and there’s no way she did what Jenkins claims, at least not the way he thinks and of her own free will

Mean, Flynn. Just mean. I love it. 

Everyone having doubts and concerns and hurting me

Nicole…we were doing so well…

Revenge, or suicide?

Yes with her Jenkins. Shut up Jenkins. 

Yay for peptalks from Nicole and a definite, real change of tune. Maybe I will get my two guardian wish after all.

This guy is full of shit. And probably Rasputin’s spawn. And I don’t want to let him finish Jenkins. Ugh.

I’m sure she had her reasons, probably trying to infiltrate and defeat from within. But she couldn’t protect the Romanovs from him because history.

Emotional chats in a radiation zone. The surroundings fit the subject?

Russian nesting boxes? Really? Could the metaphors get anymore obvious?

[Insert Baird “NOPE” from the first season because I can’t find the damn GIF right now]

I jinxed it again didn’t I? I gotta stop getting excited/liking characters/thinking things will work out the way I hope...

Once again, Rasputin is the villain of my favorite stories.

Of course it takes her getting stabbed and probably dying for Jenkins to accept his mistake. Or it took Rasputin because Jenkins can’t fucking trust Eve or Nicole herself because he is paranoid and stuck in his preconceptions

Don’t taunt the villain till you win, Eve. You should know that.

Radiation’s a good way to kill the deathless. 

Jenkins…

In the end Sir Galahad the Pure set things right again, just like he should.

So I was wrong. But I was right. But mostly I was wrong.

Flynn, no. Why didn’t you at least leave a letter goodbye?

[distinctivelibrarians]

Could you write something about Ezekiel having ptsd flashbacks and thinking he's still in the game while they're in the middle of a party or something? Bonus points if it's Jake/Ezekiel?

Thanks for the prompt! I hope this fits what you were looking for!

(warnings: panic attacks, flashbacks, violence)

Ezekiel was fine.

That wasn’t a deflection by the way. He knew, compared to some other people, and even according to some other people, he was definitely not fine. But on his own scale, looking back at where he was months ago - hell, even a couple of weeks ago - he was fine. And in a few months, he knew, he’d be looking back at this moment and going ‘like hell that was fine, this is fine.’

And that was okay too.

Still didn’t mean he wanted to tell anyone on the team. He was dealing with this on his own - whatever this was; PTSD and/or paranoid-anxiety were the two he’d settled on recently, after months of quiet research on his own, poking around online forums and support groups at a pace he felt he could handle.

And he was fine.

Didn’t mean he was perfect though. But, he liked to think his panic attacks and flashbacks were getting more spread out - less frequent, and less intense.

Easier to hide too, if he was being honest. His teammates weren’t stupid, and he knew it was only a matter of time before someone caught him out in a big way. And he’d much rather be a little farther along that fine scale when that happened, thanks.

So, while he knew he wasn’t perfect, he didn’t expect tonight to be all that bad. The clippings book had sent them them out, like normal; this time, running after the Lampades’ Torch, a funny little lighting fixture that had the unfortunate side effect of driving those in its light mad. Ezekiel thought it was a little unfair that the thing could change shape, but that was neither here nor there. He’s sure Jacob had an explanation for it or something - he’d tuned the other man out about halfway through the rant on the Lampades’ connection with Hecate and something about the underworld.

It’s not that he thought Jacob’s explanations were boring - whatever Jenkins said, he actually did find history interesting sometimes (and it had nothing to do with Jacob getting excited at the barest show of interest, not at all) - it’s just that Jacob was still explaining on their way to the frat house they’d tracked the thing down to.

Which. Question. Why a frat house? Jacob probably had an answer to that too, and they’d probably passed it about half an hour ago. Oh well - he could ask Cassandra for the highlights later.

Eve and Flynn had elected to stay back when they’d found out where the Torch was - something about sticking out like sore thumbs due to their age or whatever. Cassandra had suggested Jacob stay back then too, mostly teasing, which had gotten a squawk and a lot of grumbling on their way out the Back Door.

So. Simple plan really. Find the Torch, cover it, and bolt back through the Back Door before anyone was the wiser.

They didn’t really plan on the frat house being in the middle of a party - homecoming if the half torn down banner was anything to go by. As far as Ezekiel was concerned, that just made it easier to slip in unnoticed. At a look, they all split and disappeared into the crowd.

The crowd was still in that excitable, cheery stage of drunk - no one was yelling excessively, no one was picking a fight, everyone just enjoying the bass and occasional scrap of actual music that could be heard over the crowd, and the proximity with everyone else. Ezekiel was pretty sure that’d last maybe another hour, hour and a half. With any luck, they’d be well gone by then.

If asked later, he could maybe say it was the elbow to the back as he slid through a too-small space between people. Maybe the high-pitched shriek that dissolved into giggles the next room over. Hell, maybe just the press of bodies, but one moment he was moving, looking too hard at every source of light he could and the next-

-where was Eve? Where the fuck was Eve? She’d just been at his side, swinging a crowbar while he’d gone to town with the bat, every other second punctuated by the sick crack of aluminum on flesh and bone. Another spray of blood to the face (someone’s drink, some small, unheard part of his brain would record for later). Another swing, another crack that echoed despite the yells and groans blocking out his own thoughts.

“Eve! Eve, where- Eve!” his voice cracked, hard enough to hurt, familiar enough to push past to keep calling her name. She was suddenly at his side, shouting something, arms and front covered in blood and something darker he didn’t want to think about, knuckles white around her crowbar, and still breathing, still going, thank god.

She was shouting something, even as she kept swinging. He heard the words - could pick out where one started and the other began - but for the life of him, couldn’t string them together.

Then she was in his face, grabbing his arms, stopping his swing and no, no, they had to keep fighting, they had a chance, just a few more feet and they’d be at the save-

“-ekiel! Ezekiel! Come on man, come back to me- here we go.” That last part wasn’t directed at him, and why he could tell that but not where he was, why his feet were still moving, why he couldn’t move his arms, was beyond him.

Jacob’s face picked that moment to come into focus, leaving Ezekiel with a nauseating double vision where Jacob was there, but so was Eve, still in his face, still yelling something he couldn’t parse.

He saw the change in rooms - out of the crowded hallway, into a dark, quiet(ish) bedroom - as he was dragged more than felt his feet actually moving. Which probably explained why he stumbled and dropped heavily as soon as Jacob let go to close the door behind them. There was a sharp sound - Jacob cursing, that unhelpful little piece of his mind supplied, completely unheard - and Jacob was back in his space, touching long enough to get Ezekiel seated against the wall before withdrawing his touch, but not his presence.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I needed to get you out of there, I’m sorry I had to grab you-” He must’ve made a pained sound, because Jacob’s mouth snapped shut with a click. His eyes tracked over his face, but Ezekiel couldn’t say what the other man saw. He was still coming to grips with a couple things - like, suddenly they’re in a dark room when he was pretty sure last he’d seen he’d been on his own in a crowd of people and Eve had been there and-

He choked as he inhaled too sharply, caught between shouting for Eve and gasping in relief because Eve wasn’t there and that was a good thing this time and the air burned down his throat, sending him coughing. Jacob let out a harsh sound beside him, hands coming up to do- something, Ezekiel didn’t know and was too focused on dragging air into his lungs around the coughing to care much. They never made contact anyway, not until he’d finally caught his breath and was slumped back against the wall again.

“Is- is it okay if I touch you?” it took him a moment to recognize Jacob’s voice, pitched too low, fighting with the bass he could now pick out in the background noise. He sounded like when he was pulling Cassandra out of a spiral. Huh.

His throat clicked when he tried to answer so he just nodded. Jacob muttered something again, too low for Ezekiel to catch, pushing back into his space as he settled against the wall beside him, an arm coming around his shoulders to pull him close. It left him able to pull forward if he wanted to escape, but still with support at his back and side, and he felt himself go limp against his side with a groan.

He didn’t know how long they sat there - it felt like hours, but was probably closer to minutes - but Jacob didn’t say a word, his thumb rubbing heavy circles into his shoulder, grounding like nothing else Ezekiel had tried in these past couple of months.

His breathing went through rough, jagged panting, to shuddery, to just… exhausted, but steady, and he found he didn’t want to move even by the time his hands stopped shaking - when the hell had they started? - and Jacob didn’t seem in a hurry to make him.

He was vaguely aware of Jacob shifting at one point, and he didn’t mean to, but he tensed at the idea of Jacob - this grounding comfort beside him that he could maybe be embarrassed about later - leaving. He didn’t though, just pulled out his phone to check something, tapping out a quick reply one-handed before tucking it away again.

“Cassandra found the Torch. Out back - apparently masquerading as a tiki torch. She’s already back in the Library.” his voice stayed that low rumble from earlier and Ezekiel found himself relaxing that little bit more.

His limbs felt heavy when he finally felt like the ground beneath him wasn’t about to tilt or shake or vanish, but he pushed himself away, Jacob’s arm falling easily to let him.

“…I’m gonna go get some water. You gonna be okay for a minute?” he waited for Ezekiel to nod again before pushing himself up and slipping out, closing the door behind him. Ezekiel wasn’t a huge fan at being alone - the dark, though a hell of a lot easier on his sense than any light would be, he knew, had an unfortunate side-effect of giving everything a slightly unreal look and even though the ground wasn’t coming up to swallow him anymore, there was still the sound of teeming bodies just beyond the door, and he could still hear someone shouting… something, and that bass was grating at his ears and was that Eve shoutin-

“Hey, here, take a drink okay?” When did Jacob get back? He blinked a couple times and the room settled back into place, Jacob crouched in front of him, holding out a plastic cup, eyeing him worriedly.

Rather than say anything to that, he just took the cup, gulping the water down greedily when the first sip didn’t immediately make his stomach squirm. When the hell had his throat gotten that dry?

“…Good?” Jacob asked when he was done. Ezekiel paused, running through a checklist he’d developed in the past couple months - he was still at the frat house; they’d been here for the Lampades’ Torch; Eve and Cassandra were back at the Library; nothing was going sideways, nothing hurt besides his throat; the place around him smelled like sweat and alcohol, only somewhat muffled by the door; he could hear people, but they sounded as cheerful as they had when he’d approached the place. Jacob waited patiently, watching him quietly.

“…Think so.” his voice sounded scratched all to hell, but he could talk, so he’d call that a win. Jacob visibly relaxed anyway, so definitely a win.

Ezekiel had a vague notion he should probably be feeling embarrassed right now (which was bullshit, he knew, but he had the idea that a lot of people would be, so maybe he should too), being caught out that badly, in the middle of a case, but all he really felt was tired. And Jacob wasn’t asking for an explanation, wasn’t pushing him to spill his guts here and now.

So. If that vague notion ever actually became a thing, it could be later. Or not at all. He’d prefer not at all, honestly. This was the fastest he’d come down since this whole mess started and he really just wanted to get home to sleep off the adrenaline crash he could feel sluggishly crawling through his body.

“You okay to go? We can get back to the Library and then get you back home.”

“Ah… yeah, sounds good…” there was a part of his brain yelling that going back to the Library meant the others would see him and he didn’t really like the idea of that right now, but was too exhausted to put his finger on why-

“Hey Jenkins,” Jacob was already on the phone. He really needed to move slower, Ezekiel was missing too many movements, “we need a door, and a turn around to Ezekiel’s place. Someone caught a lucky punch in the crowd, so he’s a little out of it. No concussion that I can tell, think he just needs to rest soon. Yeah, I’ll stay with him,” he paused, glancing at Ezekiel. Looking for permission he realized. Ezekiel blinked, then nodded.

The idea of being alone, now that he was thinking about it, wasn’t exactly pleasant.

“Thanks Jenkins.” he ended the call, tucking the phone back in his pocket. “Alright, up ya get.” he kept his hands in Ezekiel’s line of sight, moving slowly enough that he could pull away if he wanted. Fuck that. His legs felt like jello.

He didn’t quite cling to Jacob like a limpet, but it was close. Something else he could maybe be embarrassed about later (but not likely).

In the morning, he’ll remember stumbling into the Library, only to do an about face and stumble into his living room. For now, he just recognizes the door to his room and shuffles that way, fully intending to collapse and sleep for the next twelve hours.

“If you need anything, I’ll be out here okay?” he paused, glancing back. Right, Jacob.

“Ah… right, thanks.” He was pretty sure his smile was too small, too thin, but Jacob seemed to take it for what it was, and smiled back before dropping on the couch.

Ezekiel made it to his room without any other interruptions. And, if he left the door open just enough to hear when Jacob started snoring from the couch. Well, being alone still didn’t sound like that great an idea is all.

[halearp]

     take back what you said --*

so… typically i am All About the Fluff.  however, i’ve evidently decided to majorly say /fuck that/ because i’m all about the angst right now.  so be aware that there’s some angst etc gonna be happening here, along with a lot of screaming and probably no smutty sex (though past/AU things will be hella gr8 too)

go read atticus’s blurb, because it has…. all the necessary info about the ex in it.  they had some kids (who are now age twenty-one, eighteen, sixteen, and thirteen — the younger two are a boy and a girl, and the older twos’ genders are open because they’re playable characters and i’ll be requesting them!!!) and got married (after they found out they were pregnant with their second).  they got divorced when their oldest was thirteen because they got into a fight and he raised a hand to her (never actually physically hurt her) and he got the hell outta dodge after the divorce papers were signed.

he’s been gone for eight years, moved off to a small town outside of jackson, mississippi.  i figure that, for the longest time, she kept the kids away from him???  maybe like… "once you’re old enough you can decide if you want to speak to your asshole father." etc.  i would love it if one of them (of the older two) came to live with him for a summer or s/t, just because they didn’t get along well with their mom. because drama y’all

but now he’s back in NOLA (because of a woman, but he wouldn’t tell anyone that, of course not) but… also with a daughter in tow???  a two year old, which means that his kids have a half sibling — gasp.

i kind of like the idea that she’s remarried and happy, but i also am trash and love the idea that she’s just bounced from one shitty guy to another, and she’s kinda stuck with the whole "i feel like i can’t do better for myself" mentality (spoiler alert — i want you to do better for her!!!).  

i… am super open with all of this.  she should be his age (or even a year older!!!) because he got her pregnant when he was fifteen.  so 36-38 for her age, and i don’t really have an occupation in mind for her???  i could definitely see her as being a nurse of some sort, though?  if you want her to have an additional kid or two from another guy, i wouldn’t be super opposed to it, but i realllllly like the idea of her not having any more kids other than the four with him.

i don’t really know who i want face claim wise???  i guess it kinda depends on age.  i will say, though, that she should be caucasian, because the faces i picked for their younger kids are millie bobby brown and aj mitchell (they’re NPCs and i’m trash for having a visual on the younger kids).  some suggestions, though, are: genevieve cortese/padalecki, katheryn winnick (combine it with my family request that’s here), sarah michelle gellar, rachael taylor, hilarie burton, sophia bush, lily rabe, bethany joy lenz, jaimie alexander, rachel mcadams, bridget regan, adrianne palicki, ali larter, jennifer morrison, liza weil…… as you can tell i’m super open lmaoooo

i just want some drama and angst and yelling and fighting and him trying to apologize and the awkwardness of him having another kid and???  really it’s just some hella plotting and you can do whatever you want with her outside of this (and i’ll gladly plot my other characters with her, especially if you use katheryn bc #twinthings) including siblings and stuff!!!  ... these two won’t get back together unless some insane act of god happens, so this is all just plot-building n stuff~*

and i’m just gonna go ahead and request the kids here too as well?  they’re super open, as long as they can pass as jared’s kid and the kid of someone above — i’ll throw some suggestions here, but i am open to female or male for either (or nb, though i’m not gonna suggest faces there but know i’m open to it)… just get @ me ok names are open too but i just kinda threw in names for the younger two, so play off that pls

female faces — natalia dyer (!!!! pls), olivia cooke, laura marano, liana liberato, maia mitchell, maisie williams, emily robinson, isabelle fuhrman, madison beer, maggie lindemann

male faces — colin ford (!!! pls), shawn mendes, brandon flynn, alex wolff, nat wolff, bradley steven perry, gavin maccintosh, tanner buchanan, uriah shelton, mateus ward, jake short, nick robinson

first grimes/last   36-38 + occupation + face + open

atticus grimes   36 + mechanic + jared padalecki + hales

first grimes   21 + occupation + face + open

first grimes   18 + occupation + face + open

kyle grimes   16 + student + aj mitchell + npc

meghan grimes   13 + student + millie bobby brown + npc

[flipsideds]

Probably None of You: Linc, you’re on hiatus/semi-hiatus for a bit, so like... Where are your bebs?

Me: Well. *sips tea and sets mug on the counter, leans forward in chair* Lemme tell you a story.

Nikolai (Dom Sherwood): Once upon a time, there was a boy named Kyle Montgomery. He was kidnapped from a park near his Manchester home and presumably killed, until that ever so lovely reddit thread went viral. A documentary was made by The BBC calling actor Nikolai Tunbridge out for refusing to take a DNA test, so... He’s in London “on business.” That business being, well... Finally caving and taking the bloody test. Doing interviews. Hopefully putting these rumors to rest. 

Nix (Jack Gilinsky): Ya boi’s working on a solo album! So in the interest of keeping his creative spirits flowing, he’s spending several days soul searching in Paris! Wooooo. Hit him up if you want a souvenir.

Cash (Cameron Monaghan): Honestly who the fuck knows. But seriously, he’s currently couch surfing on friends’ couches, laying low. Hasn’t been to work in a while, probably has had minimal/no contact with anyone. His ~recreational activities~ have basically consumed his daily life. Not answering voicemails; only answering texts when he really feels like it. Idiot. Someone tell him to get his shit together.

Lincoln (Grant Gustin): The wonderful thing about Lincoln Monroe is he’s never one to turn down a charity opportunity. He’s currently in upstate New York (his home state) as a celebrity guest at a week-long sleepaway camp for children who’ve got a guardian suffering from a terminal illness.

Jake (Brandon Flynn): He hasn’t told anyone why he’s gone to Austin, Texas. His fans think it’s for some side project. Cool. That’s true -- some modeling, some promotional material for some rising fashion lines that he’s become an icon for. But also, he’s trying to track down his birth parents. Nice.

Dakota (Colin Ford): “Visiting family.” Only his sister knows his true whereabouts: working in person with the editor at the magazine he writes for. The task? A lengthy exposé on the Nikolai Tunbridge scandal. Snapchat locations really do tell a lot, and The BBC studios? Hmmmm. Dakota got the feeling Nikolai wasn’t there for a simple chat.

Gunner (Charlie Heaton): He’s been asked to return to Harvard for a guest lecture on literature in the face of mortality. Perhaps he’s given a few closer friends the heads up, but for the most part, he’s quite private when it comes to his personal/academic life away from the studio.

Liel (Paul Wesley): Honestly I’m not even sure?? I’ve been thinking about dropping him. Let’s just say he’s taken a much needed step back for a bit. I’m not sure what I want to do with him yet, so... There’s that. :”)

So yes that’s a real quick summary of where everyone is for this week, so their absences don’t a) confuse anyone or b) disrupt plots too much. I might be on in the next few days to do threads sparingly but tomorrow is my MRI so. We’ll see. I love y’all a lot and I miss you dearly; hope you’re all well! <3 xoxo 

[qqueenofhades]

Since you pointed out that Flynn wouldn't have needed time travel to have been the one to save Lucy from drowning (and because I have a mighty MIGHTY need for the two of them being fated forever by God/the universe), *ahem* PLEASE WRITE THE THING, HILARY. *insert virtual cookies here* (Either him saving her or her finding out that he was the one who saved her or both because ouch my heart)

based on this lovely edit by @onlymorelove​, and christine you are an enabler why are we friends again oh right because i am too

March 21, 2003

It’s a foggy Friday night in the Bay Area, and the highwayglistens with the damp. Lucy had the radio on, but she doesn’t want tohear any more about Dubya and his cronies invading Iraq, and she needs toconcentrate on what she’s planning to say to her mother. Carol Preston, to saythe least, is not going to be pleased by the idea of her eldest begottendaughter quitting school and playing keyboard in a garage band (Puff The TragicWagon, the last time they changed the name – called it after this car,actually, a crappy Subaru that needs the brakes done, but it gets Lucy whereshe needs to go and she, a college sophomore, can’t afford the repairs). Lucy can’treally play keyboard, but Jake sings, and he is big on the idea of seeing theworld while they’re young. Only losers get degrees these days. Go-getters dropout, found websites, or start a platinum-selling rock band. Doesn’t Lucy wantto do her own thing for once?

Lucy loves history. She does. But everything that Jake isoffering seems much more exciting, vigorous, real. She’s twenty years old. She should be living her life.(Whatever this means, but she’s sure it involves parties somehow.) Yes, theStanford history department is Carol’s legacy, and she’s always expected Lucy willwork there as well some day, but… later. Later.

Once more, Lucy rehearses thespeech. Her mother has never approved of Jake (the words slacker and pothead havebeen used, which is unfair – he doesn’t partake any more than your averageCalifornian, and his grades are fine) and that will be an added insult. Amy is only thirteen, but Lucy feels pretty confident that herbaby sister will back her up on this. There will probably be some kind of guilttrip about how Dad died just last year and now Lucy wants to spring this shockon her poor mother as well, but –

She doesn’t even see the oilslick, probably left from a passing tanker truck on the way to the harbor,especially when the road is already wet from the mist. One moment she’sdriving, and then the next the world has reeled sickeningly headlong. Lucy cranksthe wheel desperately, trying to compensate for the skid, but Puff the TragicWagon plunges straight off the Bayshore Freeway and into the estuary beyond.The next instant, Lucy is in cold water up to her waist and the driver door won’topen.

She swears – this piece of shit,this fucking piece of shit! – andtries to jam it. She’s been slammed hard against her seatbelt and she’s badly winded, but pure cold adrenaline drives her to try again. The powerwindows have already shorted, and all she can see is black. She sobswith terror as the water laps beneath her chin, as the car continues spinning,spinning, into a featureless, empty void. No quitting school, then. No joininga band either. No way to know what her mom is going to think of this, becauseall there will be is a wreath of orchids on a closed coffin, and another plotnext to Dad’s in the cemetery.

This is it, Lucy thinks, with eerie, perfect clarity. The car keepssinking. This has all happened almost too fast to be real. One minute ago, herentire future was in front of her. Now there’s no time left at all.

She chokes on a gulp of water. Thinksshe hears a splash, somewhere above her. But that is probably just some sort ofcruel trick.

It’s over her head. It’s over herhead.

She’s twenty years old. She doesn’twant to die.

And then in the next instant,somebody wrenches the door open from the outside, letting in a rush of seethingdark water. Grabs at her as she fumbles to undo the seatbelt, reaches around her and snaps it loose, then gets an iron grip around herwaist and hauls her upward, as her lungs start to burn from the strain.Then the next instant, her head – their heads – break the surface, the citylights sparkle back into existence like candles, and just that fast again,the pendulum of fate has swung. From life to death to back to life again, andshe’s too stunned to move as she floats there in her rescuer’s arms, her backto his – it feels like a his – chest. He holds her without a word as she gaspsand gags and heaves, then says in her ear, as if gentling a horse, “Easy.”

“Th-thank you,” Lucy cries, as hestarts kicking them backward toward the  rocks, the broken guardraillooming overhead where Puff plunged through. “Thank you so much, oh my God. Didyou – did you see me go over, or – ”

“I saw it.” He has some sort ofaccent she can’t immediately place, and although she can’t say why, somethingmakes her think that he has experience at this kind of thing. High-pressurejob, some kind of military, perhaps. He doesn’t seem terribly rattled to havesaved a woman from drowning, at any rate, as they reach the shore and he pullsher up. Her legs are too shaky to immediately support her, and he lets her holdonto his arm. He’s a full foot taller than her, with a sharp-nosed profile andwet dark hair, and his car is parked rather wildly on the shoulder, as if hesaw her go through, pulled over, and dove directly in, all in a matter ofseconds. Definitely a take-charge sort, this one. “Are you all right?”

“F-fine,” Lucy stammers. She is,mostly. Bumps and scrapes and bruises, and an abrasion on her shoulder wherethe seatbelt caught, not to mention the shock. Other than that, though, she’smiraculously unscathed. “D-do you have a phone? I n-need to call someone for aride.”

“I’ll give you a ride. Where areyou going?”

“M-Menlo Park, but…”Chivalrous as he’s been, and the fact that he definitely saved her life aside, Lucy’susual instinct not to get into a car with a strange man flares up by reflex. “Iwas going to talk to my mom anyway, I was – ” She wipes her face. “I don’tknow. Maybe that was a sign that I shouldn’t.”

“Shouldn’t what?”

“It’s dumb, really, but… I wasgoing to drop out of school with my boyfriend, we were going to join a band. ..” Lucy is shivering in earnest by now, and he takes off his leather bomberjacket and drapes it around her shoulders. She can’t quite remember why sheagreed to it. “Jake has all these ideas about traveling, seeing the world and –”

It’s almost completely dark, butshe can still make out her rescuer’s scowl. “You’re dropping out of school fora boy?”

“I – ” Lucy pushes her soddenhair out of her face. “Well, I was thinking about it.”

“What do you do?”

“H-history.”

“Don’t quit.” He says it with acertain, unexplainable conviction. “Not for him.”

Lucy is about to tell thisstrange European (she thinks he’s European, at any rate) man that he has nobusiness telling her what she can or can’t do, but (fittingly, perhaps) thefuture once more seems entirely different than it did a moment ago. She staresat him, unsure what to say. Decides that maybe, at least, she can think it overtonight, shouldn’t make any hasty decisions after a near-death experience. “Doyou have a phone I can use?”

He pauses, then strides to hiscar (it definitely looks like the kind of thing a government type would drive,sleek and black) and returns with a Motorola, which he hands to her. Lucy dialsher mother’s number, still shaking, and when Carol picks up, tells her that shehad an accident and she’s okay, but she’s on the Bayshore Freeway and can Carolplease come get her? She’s fine. Really, she is. The car, though. The car, uh,may be gone.

Her mom freaks out at this,understandably, and Lucy has to spend a few minutes reassuring her. She doesn’tmention the nearly drowning, and she doesn’t mention the handsome strangerpulling her out, because it seems half a dream already. He stands with her,hands in his pockets, not saying a word, until headlights veer up, and hermother calls, panicking, “Lucy? Lucy?”

“This is me, I guess.” Lucy takesoff his jacket and hands it back to him, as he glances over and seems todecide, for whatever reason, that this is his cue to go. “Thank – thank youagain.”

He nods once, but doesn’t answer.Waits until he sees she’s gotten into the car, then walks to his own. Shuts itand pulls out, before Lucy remembers she doesn’t have a name, doesn’t have aphone number, doesn’t have any way to get in touch later and thank him. Maybe he’sthe kind of Good Samaritan who doesn’t want credit, is just going to vanish intothe ether and leave her wondering if he was even entirely real, or just one ofthe strangers you meet on wet dark nights, who aren’t there when you looktwice.

She tells her mom she’s fine. Shedoesn’t mention the plan.

Three days later, she breaks upwith Jake and enrolls for her junior year of history.

[salty-dracon]

my characters as your college roommate

me: *looks at my mess of a room* good luck guys

lily: hangs out in her room watching netflix all day. lots of chip bags lying around. only pops out to eat and for classes. gives you painkillers.

michy: brought her witchcraft materials. the room smells like incense, flowers, and melted wax. she will do witchcraft things to help you do stuff.

laurie: has a huge collection of crosses she hangs all over her room. theology major. if you’re not cis and white and straight you are screwed.

narcissa: has a vitruvian man poster stuck on her wall. left for six months to study culture in africa. anthropology major. messy sometimes.

august: literally beat the shit out of a guy for saying nazi things. always wearing rainbows. wants to get you involved in social justice. 

damian: you walked in on him jacking off to tentacle porn once. your relationship has never been the same. parties a lot.

ivy: her girlfriend is always over and they are always kissing. you just want to write your report. she never cleans up. help. parties late into the morning.

palea: never in her room. always kissing her girlfriend in some other dorm. parties hard and parties late. always drunk.

luke: climatology major. keeps pictures of polar bears around for aesthetic. demands you keep the room clean or he’ll passive-aggressively torture you.

giselle: as long as you keep your mess off her side of the room you’ll be fine. her side of the room is immaculate except for this big ass dress.

flynn: creepy smile, manipulates girls. there is something wrong with this guy. he has tested drugs on your body numerous times.

verona: apologizes for everything. leaves notes for you. wants you to have a great day. cries because she is always stressed. the mom friend.

brid: is literally a huge mess but is also super nice and will help you study and you’ll have to hear her cry about her parents but you are friends so it’s okay

allie: has memorized the menus to any fast food chain you want. bikes around campus. cried when someone stole her bike. always hanging with brid.

jake: super pumped for any sort of sports thing. if sports are your thing he will get you merch. if sports aren’t he will drag you to his games anyway.

val: this guy literally blasts any rock music he can find through the walls to entertain himself and piss everyone off. also plays animal crossing at 3 AM.

kat: does any strongman job you desire. is strong. literally shouts at you if you don’t do something she wanted. a total tsundere. enjoys your company.

angel: cleans up, buys you lunch, listens to your problems, kills your enemies. but one time you woke up to find he was giving you a back massage. creepy.

blank: you have been responsible for dragging her drunk ass home from parties numerous times this year. she never sleeps in your room for some reason.

h kronus: the aspiring ceo of some company. always giving you lectures on econ stuff. you don’t care. he doesn’t care that you don’t care.

n kronus: is really mad that he’s rooming with someone, but he’ll buy you lunch if you have no money and might buy you birthday mcdonald’s.

jennifer: who the fuck brought a dog into a room. wait. it applied here. what.

lumi: hardass studier and makes sure you study well too. may seem tough but just wants you to do well. she talks to you about her feelings towards brid.

sam: brought like three guitars to college and uses every single one of them. really annoying when you’re trying to study. will shut up if you tell him to.

miss t: is only here because she needs to get a job after working in the military for ten years. she has seen some bad stuff. the strongest woman you know.

aiden: he drinks sometimes. mostly he just studies and hangs out with friends. normal college student. crushed an apple with his bare fist once.

vince: literally knows everything about you. recites your drafted posts back to you perfectly. he’s going into intelligence. takes zero shit from you. terrifying.

layla: studies well but complains about authors like arthur conan doyle and jane austen. wants to be a high school english teacher. she is totally the type.

cherry: airhead who forgot her dorm key in her dorm, spent one day holding it in because she didn’t know the bathrooms were public. help her.

may: at first she seems like some southern cowgirl lady but nope she’s rich and buys you pens. why pens? no one knows.

narin: she is tiny but manipulative. you will do everything she wants or she will cry and make you feel bad. she is dating one of her teachers. oceanology major.

mai: takes no shit. cleans up. wants to make it clear that your lives are entirely separate but at the same time will invite you to hang at lunch. geology major.

larke: is always asleep. why is he always sleeping? it’s two in the afternoon dude, why are you sleeping? how are you getting a’s on all of your tests?

tawny: oblivious. once drank an entire bottle of beer thinking it was water. fascination with woodland critters. just a cinnamon roll but dumber.

adrian: obvious plans for world domination. his plans make no sense. he talks about demons and stuff way too often. you will be his right hand man. run.

rush: chemistry major who seems to know everything about the subject. has a periodic table hanging on her wall. also has two guys following her around.

[thelosersclubwrites]

“SAAD…..HAS DIED.” Saad Al'Maliki + Charity Jones, Brie Torres

the brunette let the phrase sink in. she replayed it several times in her head after the nurse spoke, and as she turned to mrs. torres, who was already crying. she began explaining the next steps, and charity just sat there in shock. 

“wipe your face. there’s no sense in crying. unless you’re physically ill or bleeding, there’s no use in crying.” her father’s voice rang through her head.

brie had leaned over on jake, who had both arms around her. she was crying, mrs. torres was crying…everyone was in tears and it made her skin crawl. emotions had never been charity’s forte. it took her forever to feel comfortable telling saad that she loved him independently without him constantly saying it first. she barely liked people touching her, explaining why she quickly jerked away when abra put her hand on her arm.

without saying a word, she walked outside of the sliding glass hospital doors and raised her phone to her ear.

“hey, is he—”

“can you come get me?”

“you just sent me home a half hour ago.”

“flynn, just come get me. i want to go home.”

“okay, fine. i’ll be there in like fifteen minutes. hang tight.”

charity hung up the phone and immediately took off walking as far from the doors as possible. she didn’t want to be found. honestly, she was furious. how could people be so hateful? how could someone pull a gun on a stranger and his girlfriend…just because of a person’s religion? how could someone pull that trigger?

she shook her head. “he didn’t do anything.” the phrase she spoke to the guy holding up the gun still rang in the back of his mind. he hadn’t done anything…ever. now he was gone, summer before senior year.

she walked up to the stop light, and as soon as she saw her brother’s car come to a stop, she walked up. she got in the car and shut the door. there was an awkward silence that fell over them as he drove off. he knew. there was no way. the silence was too uncomfortable.

“char…” his voice faltered a bit, causing her to look over.

the last time she’d heard his voice sound like that was the night of the valentine’s dance. he had been red in the face from yelling at their dad, and his voice was strained from the crying he’d done. 

“what?”

“brie told me what happened.” he paused and then clarified, “after i left…”

“yeah, so.” she crossed her arms over her chest. she wasn’t going to talk about this. she didn’t want to.

“if you want to ta—”

“no, i don’t want to talk. i’m not going to want to talk about this ever, flynn. my fucking boyfriend got shot and died. what makes you think i want to talk about this?”

the tears welled up in his eyes, and charity couldn’t help but roll hers. “i’ve never seen you as happy as you were with him. you really lov—”

“yeah, i did. again, so what?” she said, “it doesn’t fucking matter now, does it? he’s gone. he told me he was going to be okay, and he wasn’t. that’s the last goddamn thing he said to me…’charity, i’m going to be okay, i promise’.”

“he didn’t know, char.” flynn reasoned.

“he’s not okay. he’s never going to be okay again, and neither am i, okay? i’m already fucked up enough as it is…like…what does the universe have against me. i have one person that makes me feel human and that i love more than pretty much anyone and he just gets taken away. it’s fucking unfair.” she said, her voice starting to crack, “we had this life planned, you know. like, we were going to start it after senior year…work on him becoming a citizen and all of that…and fucking…i was excited about it. i’ve never dreamed about shit like that before. it’s not me. i’m not that girl, but he had me thinking about it. now, that’s never going to be a thing and worst part is, i never even got to say goodbye.”

before she even realized it, flynn was pulling over into a random parking lot of a convenience store that was somewhere between the hospital and their house. 

“i’m so sorry, charity. fuck, i’m so sorry.”

“that’s all fine and good, but all the sorrys…all the flowers that are going to be sent…all the well wishes…it’s not going to bring him back. it’s not going to let me sit between his legs and play video games anymore. it’s not going to let me lay in his bed and cry when dad’s being a fucking asshole. it’s not going to fucking fix this.” the tears had started streaming down her cheeks, leaving streaks of black from her typical dark makeup running down her face.

“some idiot with a gun decided to ruin my life tonight, and nothing’s going to ever fix it.”