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high-dragon-bait · 2 years

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1, 33 & 38 fenhawke for OTP asks?

Who is always horny and will have sex, at any place and at any time?

Yes. Yes. I like this question >:)

I think they're both. Pretty horny. Like. I do think it takes time for them to be both comfortable and confident enough with each other and their relationship to start having a lot of sex, but once they get going. They get going

So, it's less who's hornier, and more about who's more daring regarding when, where, and how

When and where go to Avis. She likes sex any time of day and is daring about where they have sex. She's the one that will flirt with him in a public space in a way that gets more and more charged until she cannot take it anymore and drags him into a secluded corner for sex. Fenris is the one that will stop her if he thinks there's a genuine chance they'll get caught, but if he doesn't (and Avis is usually good at picking the secluded spots) he's usually down.

I DO like to think Fenris can be kind of a bastard. Sometimes if Avis finds them a good hiding spot, he'll kiss her and touch her and tease her getting her as close to the edge as he can- and then stop. And just go back to wherever they were, Hanged Man, banquet, wherever, and leave her in that state. If she wants him to keep going, then she'll just have to wait until they get home :)

He doesn't do it every time, otherwise she'd expect it, he does it just rarely enough that it's a surprise every time. Avis loves hates it, but he always makes it worth it

So if that doesn't make it clear, the one who's more creative about how is Fenris. Avis likes sex, but it doesn't occur to her to make it complicated. It's not that she doesn't not enjoy anything less than vanilla, it's just that, if the whole point of sex is to have an orgasm, why add all those extra steps? But Fenris is the more explorative one, he's the one that goes to Isabela for ideas on how to spice things up, the one that will explore kinks, the one that suggest trying new things first. Avis is down usually, and winds up liking it and wanting to do it again most of the time. Unless she just REALLY wants to get off quickly, in which case Fenris isn't disappointed, there's always tomorrow!

Anyways, that steamy, let's get more PG

33. How do their personalities compliment each other?

Fenris is practical, Avis is a dreamer. Is it cliche? Yes. But I like cliches and it's cute

Fenris brings Avis down when she starts dreaming a little too big, Avis reminds Fenris that the worst case scenario is just the same amount of guaranteed as the best case scenario, which means, not at all. They keep each other safe

Also, Avis' "mask" that she puts on. The performance of the perfect champion, the entertainer, the one who is easy to love... Fenris never fell for it. He saw through her immediately and guess what? He loved her anyway. Avis loved him when she realized she had one person in her life, outside of (some) of her family, that she did not have to pretend in front of. She never thought that would feel so freeing.

38. What type of parents would they be?

Yes. Yes. I get to talk about this at long last

They're both devoted and happy to have their daughter, Eshana, but the big thing is the amount of freedom they give her. Avis grew up on a farm, where kids would run off and spend their day in the field with very little parental supervision. You fell? You got bit by at best a bug at worst an angry rodent? You got too close to the neighbor's land and got chased off with a rake? That's just part of growing up. Now you know, don't climb on that tree, don't poke sticks in holes you didn't dig, and don't go onto Old Shaggy's land

Leandra also put a lot of pressure onto Avis once they were out of Kirkwall that destroyed their relationship. Avis does not want to be that mother, ever. So she gives Eshana even MORE freedom, she never wants her to feel like Avis is asking her for too much

Fenris is, as you may have guessed, the opposite. Fenris saw children ripped away from their parents as infants, saw children suddenly separated from their parents weeping, and parents grieving for children they will never see again. He hates letting Eshana out of his sight due to a very based in reality fear that someone will just snatch her away. I think it kinda comes and goes in waves. As a baby he doesn't really have this problem, because he always knows where she is. In her crib, in Avis' arms, in his arms. With some exceptions for friends and family, and even then he or Avis is the one that hands her to them. Once she learns how to walk... that's when this rears its head. The first time he turned his back on a toddling Eshana, turned back around and she wasn't there? Full panic. Not a good day for anyone

(she was fine, she can open doors now everyone!)

This is another situation where their personalities complimenting each other come into play! Fenris is there to go, hey Avis, maybe a farmland's amount of freedom isn't safe for a kid growing up in the middle of a city. Maybe it's okay to ask some responsibility of her. That's okay, you aren't being a bad mother for keeping her safe and teaching her to look out for others

And Avis is there to remind Fenris, hey, no one is going to take her away. She still needs to be allowed to be a kid. She needs to be able to get far enough away that she can get a good skinned knee, learn not to poke wasps nests with sticks, and get into some, but not serious, trouble. Sometimes the best lessons are learned by doing. You're not a bad father for that

This is also why Fenris and Eshana have a strained relationship in the verse where Avis dies. That voice isn't there anymore, and he tries to remember what she taught him, but it can be hard now that she's gone. Eventually, that leads to Eshana running away, because if there's one thing I love, it's irony.

I do have one other thing to say about Eshana in the True Canon, which is where Avis is dead. Avis died when she was six years old, her memories of her are scattered and hard to discern what was witnessed and what was story. There is one thing though, one thing that she really truly remembers about her mom

If you ask her, she'll say the thing she remembers most about Avis is "Her arms"

Because when Fenris held or carried her as a child, he did so tightly. He'd always keep one arm around her back and hold her close to him. Not enough to be uncomfortable (though it didn't allow a lot of very literal wiggle room), but just enough to keep her close. Avis was more lenient, usually holding her with one arm, giving her room to look around and, yeah, wiggle!

It's tiny, but that's the big thing. That's what she remembers most about her mom: her arms.

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erinevrly · 1 year

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#ˋ ♡ ❛ 𝐀𝐔 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄: 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟎𝐬 ❫ : so nevermind the darkness we still can find a way.

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❝ ladies and gentlemen, the captain has turned on the seatbelt sign as we make our final approach to the indianapolis airport. please, make sure your seat backs and tray-tables are in their full, upright position. your carry-on luggage must be stowed underneath the seat in front of you. the local time is nine thirteen in the morning, and the temperature is a chilly thirty-six degrees with light snow. thank you for flying united airlines and happy thanksgiving, ❞ one of the flight attendants heralds over the intercom as the plane begins to descend slowly out of the clouds. her gentle voice combined with the customary ding of the seatbelt sign illuminating quickly pulls erin’s attention from the colorful magazine that she’s been reading. she closes it almost instantly and slips it into the seat pocket in front of her, her eyes lighting up with happiness and excitement as she can barely wait to be home.

far below, there’s acres and acres of fields, lightly dusted with snow, and small dark dots and swirls that after a moment reveal themselves as houses and roads. it looks so beautiful, erin thinks to herself before turning her head to the side to smile at the older redhead. ❝ axl? ❞ she whispers, instinctively reaching for one of her husband’s hands as she wants to cling to him in one way or another when they touch down. she’s never truly managed to overcome her fear of flying, but now seated in the middle, between her boys, with axl on her right in the aisle seat and sebastian beside the window, erin does feel somewhat safe… or rather less nervous than usual. ❝ you have to put your seatbelt on, honey, ❞ she coos in a sing-song voice, unable to disguise her giddiness as her fingers squeeze his own. this is undoubtedly the happiest she’s ever been. a warm smile tugging at her lips as she glances at her son, sleeping soundly with his head in her lap. her scarf turned into a makeshift pillow. ❝ gosh, i hate to be the one to wake him up. he looks like a little angel. our baby boy. ❞ murmuring softly as she affectionately caresses her son’s cheek, she knows how much he dislikes being stirred awake so she makes sure to be extra loving during the process.

❝ little love. wake up, little love, ❞ erin whispers, dark curls tickling his face as she leans in to plant a soft kiss on his shoulder. ❝ wake up and look where we are. ❞ the plane banks a little and continues its descent, the silhouettes of the buildings more define now, fields replaced by urban architecture, the lights of I-70 shimmering. after a moment, the landing gear comes to life with a low hum. ❝ and guess what? it’s snowing. ❞ she has a feeling today is going to be the best day of her son’s life, with two of his dreams coming true — celebrating thanksgiving with mamaw in his favorite place and learning he’s to be a big brother. she still can’t believe it’s happening to them, after such a long time of doubt and fear. sebastian is going to be over the moon. after all, he’s been asking for a baby sister for quite some time. ❝ wake up, bubby. you have to hold elmo real tight ‘cause we’re about to land. ❞

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28 notes - Posted November 20, 2022

this boy. gosh, this boy will never not melt her heart, erin thinks as a hint of sheer wonderment reaches her bright blue eyes, making them twinkle with joy. a smile as warm as the sun outside tugs at the corners of her lips and lights up her entire face. motherhood can be overwhelming and incredibly stressful at times, all the tantrums and sleepless nights, the why’s and how’s, but it’s all worth it in the end. after all, she never thought, not even in her wildest dreams, that she’d receive such a sweet, heartfelt birthday present. instantly, she scoops her son up into her arms, refusing to acknowledge he’s already eight years old and soon she most likely won’t be able to pick him up, and sits him on her lap. arms curling around his body as she plants at least a dozen of kisses on his cheek, she squeezes him close to her and basks in the warmth of his skin. ❝ did you draw this all by yourself? ❞ she asks with a sweet smile, gently moving the chocolate away as she picks up the drawing to take a closer look at it.

❝ oh, wow! it’s me! you drew a picture of mommy! i even have blue eyes and brown hair and… i’m wearing the cutest pink dress in the world! this is so beautiful! the most beautiful picture in the whole wide world! ❞ she praises in a sing-song voice, resting her chin on her son’s shoulder as she marvels at the picture in her hands. the attention to detail is truly impressive. she wouldn’t trade this piece of art for any of da vinci or van gogh’s paintings, wouldn’t trade it for anything. this is way better, way more exquisite and gorgeous, way more meaningful. ❝ can mommy frame it and put it on the wall like they do in art galleries? ❞ she asks, tracing the pretty heart with her fingertip. her nose begins to tingle and eyes fill up with tears of happiness as she struggles to keep her emotions at bay. he’s too pure for this world, too precious. ❝ and you even made sure to give me my favorite candy?! what?! ❞ and suddenly it is. it really is her favorite candy. days old and with the wrapper slightly torn — it’s clearly been through a lot, but she doesn’t mind. nothing’s ever looked quite as delicious to her before. ❝ this is the best birthday present ever! thank you so, so, so much, sebastian rose, ❞ she murmurs, hugging her son while also showering his face with kisses. what did she do to deserve this sweet angel?

29 notes - Posted November 9, 2022

ˋ ⛅️ ❛ 1990s ❫ : 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

cherry pie is far from being the most difficult piece in erin’s recipe books, but she’s learned that it can be quite the challenge when most of the assistance comes from a pair of tiny hands, eager to help each and every step of the way, but even more eager to play with all the ingredients and raise havoc. so, as the tasks become more and more complicated and the soft wrinkles on sebastian’s forehead begin to deepen, his sweet features growing visibly bored, the curly-haired brunette comes up with the perfect solution that will allow her to finish baking while also keeping the little boy occupied and entertained. ❝ would you like to paint a picture for dada? huh? does that sound like fun? what do you think, picasso? gosh, look at yourself, that’s not lotion, bashy bear, ❞ she muses with a soft laugh, wiping her flour-covered hands on her apron before slipping them beneath the boy’s armpits to pick him up and carry him off the counter. he grunts and kicks his legs, visibly displeased as his mother keeps him from smearing the entire bowl of filling across his chest and arms. she takes him to the living room and spreads a large sheet of paper on the floor, surrounds the toddler with different paints and brushes. ❝ i’ll be right back, okay? i’ll just put our pie in the oven. mmm, our yummy pie. it’s gonna be so delicious because you helped me out. be good now, my little artist, ❞ she coos, stroking his strawberry-tinged hair as he dips both of his palms in paint and lets out a happy squeal.

it’s a typical saturday morning for them, especially now that axl’s touring with his band. erin wants their son to have a normal childhood, even if his father’s job is anything but ordinary. so, she stills puts madonna’s on the radio as soon as they wake up, bakes pies and muffins, hangs out with her friends and their babies, arranges play dates to keep sebastian’s mind stimulated and busy. she’s explained to him time and time again that they have to share daddy with his fans, that everybody loves him and wants to see him, that it would be unfair of them to keep him from doing what he’s always dreamed of doing, but at the end of the day her son is still just a toddler who needs and misses his father more than anything in this world. when they were younger, during axl’s very first tour, it was just the two of them and things got extremely messy. she spent weeks ignoring him, thinking he was sleeping in another woman’s bed, doing all kinds of shady things. this time, she can’t let it happen. she can’t let herself dive into that kind of mindset, she has to be more mature, but it’s only may and he’s supposed to come home in november. she has no idea how they’ll survive that long without each other, what will happen to their family… it’s all terrifying to think of. so, she discreetly wipes the small tear that’s rolling down her cheek and focuses on the pie, trying to keep herself busy. she’s humming to herself as she absently twirls around the kitchen, dark curls tumbling down her back, the light blue dress she’s wearing flaring out around her slender legs. ❝ true love, you’re the one i’m dreamin’ of. your heart fits me like a glove and i’m gonna be true blue, baby, i love you. ❞ she sings softly, using a wooden spoon as microphone as she dances around with flour on her hands and cheek. coaxing a fit of giggles out of her son.

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74 notes - Posted April 2, 2022

❛ 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟏 ❫ : 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭.

someone’s once said that becoming a parent is the ultimate shift from self-centered living to selfless living. erin believes that there’s no truer statement. for the past four months her life has revolved solely around her baby boy. and although motherhood is the one thing that she’s always dreamed about and there’s nothing she loves more than tending to sebastian’s every need, it’s definitely taking a toll on her mental health ( without her realizing ). she used to be such a fun, outgoing person and now she can’t remember the last time she got to leave the house or had a friend over, let alone went on a date with her husband. even their new year’s eve ended up being a complete disaster with her mood doing a full one-eighty upon learning that slash had invited them to join him and their other friends downtown and that axl was actually ready to just ditch their son and party the night away. what kind of parent leaves their newborn baby with a babysitter on a day as special as their very first new year’s eve? not the loving kind, for sure. so, she threw a fit, changed into her yoga pants and an oversized t-shirt and stayed home with sebastian. to say that they’ve been struggling ever since would be an understatement. even their baby, who was always such a great sleeper and the happiest little boy, now cries most of the time and only sleeps when one of his parents is holding him. sleep-deprived, impulsive and even more sensitive than before, erin has no idea how to pull her life together and almost no energy to fight for her marriage. sometimes, when things get intense, the only person keeping her from stealing one of axl’s guns and ending her suffering is sebastian.

of course, the one time she gives in and lets axl stay home with the baby all by himself, instead of packing everything up and taking the whiny newborn to the doctor’s office with her, everything goes wrong. her appointment is at 4 p.m., and she knows that she has to be home before 7 p.m. because axl’s playing a show later this evening, the very first one in 1991 if she remembers correctly, and she has to stay home with bastian. she doesn’t really want the entire city, or worse — the entire world, to learn that they’ve had a baby. for safety and privacy reasons. that’s what she’s telling herself, how she justifies her refusal to go to the show with the baby. but that’s only partially true. her son’s immune system is still so very weak that she sees the idea of spending even a second in a crowded room with him as something life-threatening. she leaves the doctor’s office late, heads home in late-afternoon, rush-hour traffic and soon finds herself stuck in a jam of honking cars and frustrated drivers. unfortunately, she doesn’t make it home on time, but it doesn’t really stress her out. she expects to find beta, the new babysitter that axl’s found in some newspaper, in their living room with sebastian in her arms, but what she finds instead is a note. a note that makes her heart lurch into her throat, pounding uncomfortably. her palms sweating. jesus christ.

the next thing she knows, her red jeep is back on the streets, maneuvering dangerously between other vehicles. it’s the longest ride of her entire life. minutes feel like hours as she can’t help but worry about her baby, wonder if he’s okay. he probably isn’t. after all, he has the dumbest, most selfish father in the world. maybe he’s locked in some nasty bathroom, scared and crying, with a diaper that most likely hasn’t been changed ever since she left. these thoughts make her want to tear up as she walks into the crowded bar. wearing a white turtle neck, tucked neatly into her skirt, tights and a pair of doc martens, with her long ringlets cascading down her back, she turns a few heads, but she’s too stressed out to even notice. her mind is fixated on one thing and one thing only — finding her baby and bringing him home. her heart is going a hundred miles an hour, and she’s sure the apples of her cheeks match the scarlet tinge of her short corduroy skirt. she’s furious and so very disappointed with axl. how can he possibly be so reckless? he’s done many dumb things in his life, so has she, but this exceeds her wildest expectations. this is undoubtedly the stupidest, most insane thing that the redhead has ever done. the air is thick with cigarette smoke. it’s enough to constrict her lungs and make her cough. she doesn’t even want to begin to imagine what it’s doing to her poor baby boy. a few months ago he had to fight for each breath and now his father just brought him to a place like this. gosh, how could she trust this man? how could she think he’d know how to take care of her baby? she used to love this bar, the food, the atmosphere, but still no four month old belongs in a place like this. frozen in place, she’s looking around nervously, bright eyes scanning every inch of the room.

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145 notes - Posted January 2, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

@rcsechild said: *watching madonna’s movie in 1990 and the naked scene comes up when erin’s walking through the door*

juggling a bunch of shopping bags and a box of donuts in her arms, erin attempts to slip her key into the lock on the door of her condominium without dropping anything. it proves to be a difficult task, taking her way longer than it probably should. she blames her sudden clumsiness on both the hot, muggy weather outside and the fact that she is growing a little human, and it does drain her energy, making her more sluggish. however, when she finally does manage to twist open the door and step into the brightly lit foyer, a warm smile blooms on her lips almost immediately. happiness filling her sky-blue eyes as she forgets about all her worries and discomfort, and calls out, ❝ honey, i’m home! ❞ she doubts she’ll ever get tired of saying these words. her stomach fills with butterflies and her heart skips a beat every time she comes home to her husband. her husband. it sounds so beautiful. ❝ i got you something. did you feed the dogs? ❞ she uses her shoulder to shut the door behind her and powers forward with all the bags still somehow intact, making it up the short hall to the small kitchen on the right. she doesn’t like asking for help and tries to enjoy her independence while she still can. she carefully sets the groceries down on the counter and is about to start putting them away when a strange sound coming from the living room captures her attention. was that a moan she just heard?!

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NCIS: Los Angeles Season 13 Rewatch: “Where Loyalties Lie”

The basics: When military tech is stolen and its creator murdered, the team searches for both the killer and the tech.

Written by: Matt Klafter. This is Klafter's first solo episode. He co-wrote "Smokescreen Part II" and "A Fait Accompli".

Directed by: Tawnia McKiernan, who directed "Exchange Rate", "High Value Target", "Kulinda", "Assets", "Joy Ride", "The Frogman’s Daughter", "Can't Take My Eyes Off Of You" and "A Land of Wolves" (episode before last).

Guest stars of note: Anthony Alabi as Marine Master Sgt. David Maxwell, J. Anthony Pena as Manny Ortiz, Jessica A. Caesar as Ruby, James Martin Kelly as Seth Wilcox, Ann Hu as Jun Chen, Kristin Carey as Dr. Laura Nash, Bridger Buckley as Hunt and Tom Virtue as Dr. Hodge.

Our heroes: Search for really cool goggles.

What important things did we learn about:

Callen: Stayed at the bar apartment longer than he planned because he knew Kensi and Deeks needed the money. Sam: Worried about gang leaders and other bad actors getting their proteges into the military. Kensi: Seriously into her jeans and their management. Deeks: Seriously mourning the loss of the bar. Fatima: Saw Jordyn Rountree play the prior night. Rountree: Out. Kilbride: See Fatima.

What not so important things did we learn about:

Callen: Moving, again. Sam: Having dinner with Kam and her boyfriend Josh. Kensi: Wants their cars in their garage because it is safe. Deeks: Wants a mancave in the garage. Fatima: Thought the day went fairly well. Rountree: Probably recovering from seeing his sister play the night before. Kilbride: Thought the day only went fairly well because the technology is still missing.

Where in the world is Henrietta Lange? Like the tech in the episode, missing.

Who's down with OTP: Kensi and Deeks are talking mancaves and men who look good in jeans. All is well.

Who's down with BrOTP: Callen is lying to Sam about some strange phone calls but only because he doesn’t understand them either.

Fashion review: Callen is wearing a dark blue button-down shirt. Sam is in a long-sleeve black tee-shirt. Kensi works out in a tiffany blue athletic top and dark blue running tights. Working the case, Kensi wears a sand colored sweater with a white band, a gold band and a grey one the sweater. Deeks works out in a Navy blue sleeveless shirt and grey joggers. Later, Deeks has on a pink Henley. Fatima has on a green oversized (really oversized) jacket over a dark blue turtleneck. The Admiral is in a dark blue three-piece suit, light-blue dress shirt and medium blue tie.

Music: “Three Alley Cats” by Roy Hall is playing when the team decides to investigate the denim shop. “Back on Top” by Buffalo Nichols is playing in the background in Ruby’s Denim Shop.

Any notable cut scene: Nope.

Quote: Deeks: “I'm gonna sell the bar.” Callen: “You're selling the bar?” Deeks: “Yeah.” Callen: “Thank God. Deeks: “I don't... I don't think that you, um... Sorry. I don't think that you heard me.” Callen: “No, I heard you. Congrats.” Deeks: “Right, well, then, I don't... I don't think that you're fully understanding, because if I... if I sell the bar, it means that you got to find a new place….a new place to live.” Callen: “No, I get it.” Deeks: “It's just, it's a lot, and you-you don't seem very fazed by that.” Callen: “I've had a little bit of practice at this.” Deeks: “Right. Just out of curiosity, when's the last time you lived in a place this long?” Callen: “Never. In fact, I actually don't know how I made it work.” Deeks: “So why did you do it? Why did you stay?” Callen: “I thought you could use the money. I know things have been tight around here lately, and I figured at some point you and Kens would want to buy a house and start a family.” Deeks: “Thank you. Yeah. Of course.” Callen: “You would have... you would have done the same for me.” Deeks: “In a heartbeat. You know, uh, the house we bought, it's a two-bedroom, if you want to…” Callen: “Not a chance.”

Anything else: A tactical team of– they look military – enter a dark building. Using fancy night-vision goggles, the team leader moves into the facility with ease. The goggles give him not only the ability to see through walls but the goggles identify weapons used by the person on the other side of the wall. When one member of the team gets near the person behind the wall, someone pops up and shoots the two men moving forward. The shooter then says “bang.”

This was a training session. Other members of the team want to use the goggles but the team leader tells them they can use them soon enough. Dr. Nash, who is running this exercise, arrives. The goggles failed part of the test – the person behind the wall had a rifle but the goggles identified it as a pistol. They are running the test again.

Later that night, Dr. Nash is working in the facility when she hears a noise. She is looking for the Master Sergeant who was running the team to help her check around but he’s not there. Walking around the testing area, she sees what caused the noise – a dead mouse in a trap. Her relief is momentary, however, when she sees a man out of the corner of her eye. Warning him she’s called security, Dr. Nash is shot and killed.

Kensi and Deeks are working out their local park. Kensi is jogging and still has the bandage on her arm, Deeks is on one of the piece of equipment, making a Seabiscuit announcers call. Deeks is buttering up Kensi, literally, about her cooking skills. Seems Deeks wants to turn the garage into a mancave. Kensi wants the cars in the garage – it’s safer. Deeks does the financials about how much it costs to park their cars based on LA real estate prices. Kensi doesn’t want him to rebuild The Squid and Dagger in their garage.

Kensi shifts the conversation to talking to Callen. With the bar being sold, Callen has to leave. Deeks keeps checking his Magic Eightball for the perfect time to have the conversation but the outlook keeps saying no. He brings up how many times he used it before proposing and that just goes poorly. Deeks decides to talk to Sam before talking to Callen.

Finding Sam at his coffee spot, Deeks tells Sam about the best, and only, offer to sell the bar. Sam is surprised they are selling the bar. Deeks tells Sam that he and Kensi are lucky they had other jobs because COVID wiped out the bar. Thinking aloud, Deeks offers the bar to Sam, golden shark included, but since Sam doesn’t even own a house, why would he want a bar? The real problem is Callen – the new owners don’t want a tenant. Deeks suggests Sam, as Callen’s best and possible only friendly, break the bad news. Deeks even promises a year’s worth of free coffee from his coffee spot, detailing the Hellcat and a year membership to the Jelly of the Month club. “Deeks, relax. It will be fine, Callen is cool, just talk to him. He’ll understand.” Deeks will tell Callen.

At the office, an arriving Callen gets a phone call. His doctor is on the call about a follow-up appointment- a telemedicine call - two-weeks ago. Callen denies doing the call and the doctor wants to review his records.

In Ops, Fatima tells Callen, Sam and the Admiral about a call from ONI. They are interested in the murder of Dr. Laura Nash. Nash was leading a team developing short-range radar technology in goggles for the Navy. The only prototype was stolen when Nash was killed. Fatima calls the prototype “x-ray goggles on steroids”.

Callen asks about the team testing the goggles. They are Marines, Master Sergeant David Maxwell was the operator wearing the goggles. He’s worked with Nash for two years. Maxwell and the other Marines all have alibis that were checked by the local police, who also cleared Nash’s team of engineers. Nash was a single mom with a daughter at Penn. Her husband died when the daughter was seven. She brought up her child on her own.

All agree Nash was killed for the tech. Fatima thinks it would be terrifying to have that equipment fall into the hands of a mass-shooter. Callen, Sam and the Admiral are all more worried about America’s enemies getting the tech. They could reverse engineer the goggles and mass produce them. The Admiral is sending Callen and Sam to the boatshed to speak to Master Sergeant Maxwell. Kensi and Deeks are off to the crime scene while the Admiral wants Fatima to check into the engineers. NCIS can’t afford to have a single mass-shooter with the goggles, let alone an entire army.

In the boatshed, Maxwell tells Callen and Sam that Nash’s death is like losing a member of the team. While she wasn’t military, “she was one of us.” She wanted to give Marines an edge in the battlefield. As far as Maxwell was concerned, the goggles were ready to go but Nash wanted them to be perfect. Refused to sign off until every last bug was checked out.

Sam asks who will take over the project. Maxwell said he if he has any say in this, it would be Kevin Tyler, Nash’s right-hand man, “her clone.” Both were diligent, meticulous but Tyler was more personable. At the training warehouse, it was just Nash and the Marines. Tyler was back in their lab studying the data coming from the goggles. Another Sam question – who knew about the training warehouse? Maxwell says it was just the team. They kept a tight lid on the testing.

Calling Fatima into his office, the Admiral wants a report on the engineers. Fatima is still interviewing them, much to the displeasure of the Admiral. He’s seen “snails move through molasses with greater speed.” Fatima explains that she’s doing it alone, she’d usually be splitting this work with Rountree. Since Rountree isn’t here, Fatima is expected to get it done. Leaving the office, the Admiral asks if Fatima saw the game last night. She did – Jordyn Rountree won the game. The Admiral also saw the game and the two share a moment.

In the training warehouse, Kensi and Deeks are looking around. Deeks thinks if they ever hit the jackpot, he doesn’t want a mancave, he wants his own warehouse. He also checked out a window in the back. It was so caked with dust that there is no way the killer could have used it to gain access to the warehouse.

Kensi notes that the side door has no security cameras. There was a half-hour window where the killing could have taken place but a few of the Marines were hanging out in the parking lot near the side door when it happened. There is no way someone was able to sneak in with the Marines around. Kensi thinks the killer was already inside. If the killer came in when the test run was going on, nobody would notice them entering. They could hang around, kill Dr. Nash and steal the goggles.

Listening to his voicemail as he walks into the bullpen, Callen is gets another call, this time about a loan application he made. The loan officer is sorry, no loan, and sorry about Callen’s mother. Sam asks what’s going on and Callen goes with “robocall”. After getting the stink-eye from Sam, Callen promises he’s not looking for any of Hetty’s protégés (technically not a lie since he found one already). Fatima arrives. She spoke to everyone on Nash’s team except Kevin Tyler, who is a Navy Reservist. He didn’t show up to work – first missed day in five-years. Tyler was last seen in the office yesterday afternoon by a co-worker. He was leaving around 4PM. Sam thinks if they find Tyler, they may find the tech. LAPD got a call from a neighbor, Tyler’s door was left opened all night. Sam doesn’t see how someone who is diligent and meticulous would leave their door opened. Callen and Sam are on their way.

As they look around the warehouse, Deeks is dreaming out loud about the mancave and man-warehouse. Kensi knows he’s mourning the loss of the bar, she is too. But they have to focus their priorities on bringing a child into their lives. Kensi finds a spot she thinks would be the perfect place to hide. It has a perfect view of the testing area. The killer could watch the Marines call it a night and wait for Nash. Looking around the area where the killer likely hid, Kensi finds some loose threads.

At Kevin Tyler’s house, Callen and Sam go in when there is no answer to their knocking (and yelling “federal agents”). The house was ransacked – tipped lamps on the floor, dining room chairs on their sides. They are concerned Tyler met the same fate as Nash.

In Ops, the Admiral asks what is up on the big screen. It is the fibers from the threads Kensi found in the warehouse. It is raw denim. Kensi knew this because Japanese salvage was all she wore in college. The Admiral demands to know what is Japanese salvage. Deeks explains she’s talking about jeans. Kensi goes on a Deeks-like tangent on caring for and not washing her jeans – both Deeks and Fatima share a “gross” but Kensi goes on to explain freezing her jeans. The Admiral hates Los Angeles just a little bit more after this exchange. The jeans were new with a black overdye. Only one place sells those type of jeans in Los Angeles. Kensi wants to go jeans shopping. Deeks wants a new freezer.

Looking at Tyler’s home, there is no signs of forced entry – maybe he let the people who ransacked the apartment in before finding out their real reason for showing up. Sam finds some tattoo tracing paper in a frame – some people keep theirs after getting a tattoo as a memento. Callen thinks the tattoo should be the memento. Sam asks when is Callen going to final get a tattoo. Callen says maybe he already has one. Sam doesn’t believe him – there is no way Callen could keep something like that quiet.

Sam finds another tracing – this one has gang connections. The tattoo tracing is from 2008, Tyler was 16. It could have been an initiation tattoo. Looking around some more, while the place has been tossed, nothing is really broken, nothing ruined. In fact, it looks like Tyler’s clothing and suitcases are gone. People who break in to ransack the place don’t usually let you pack up.

Walking into the denim store, Deeks finds a leather jacket to his liking – something like Marlon Brando wore in the “The Wild One”. Kensi tells him to hang it back up after he does his Marlon Brando imitation. Kensi finds a great pair of jeans for $425. Deeks thinks she should get three-pairs of jeans for that sort of money.

Ruby, the shop owner, approaches Kensi and Deeks. She can get the jeans tailored for Kensi if she’d like. Deeks doesn’t like. Kensi and Deeks identify themselves. Ruby asks how she can help. Kensi shows the jeans where the threads came from. Ruby says they are her best sellers. Kensi asks for a customers list and Ruby complies. With the price of the jeans in the store, Kensi wonders if the person who stole the tech isn’t going to sell it, maybe they are going to use it to get some more money.

Calling Callen and Sam, Fatima explains the tattoo belongs to the White Kings white-supremacist gang in Venice, best known for dealing drugs and weapons. This seems impossible to Callen and Sam that Tyler would be part of that gang. Surely the Navy, his high tech company or the DoD would find out. Callen wants a list of all the known White Kings in Los Angeles – he wants to know who they’re dealing with.

Looking that Ruby’s customer list, most of the addresses are in Beverly Hills or Malibu. Kensi thinks they would appreciate some fine denim. While that’s true, Deeks thinks they lack the skills to break into a Marines-run warehouse. Kensi thinks both the Rock and Jason Momoa could do it. Deeks says Kensi is now dreaming out loud, putting her favorite guys in her favorite jeans. When Deeks mentions Chris Hemsworth, Kensi half giggles/half snorts. Deeks asks her what is happening, including possibly having a stroke. Kensi want to move on.

Noticing a clothing donations collection box in the parking lot of the store, Kensi says the jeans may not have come from the store but from a donation. Kensi explains that jeans with small irregulars could be donated to charities. Going back to Ruby, she does donate her jeans that either didn’t sell well or had flaws to a charity run by a man she knows. When Deeks pushes her on the guy, Ruby is reticent at first. She met the man, Manny, through her sister. Her sister, her best friend, had drug issues. After trying everything to help, her sister wound up on the streets. The community center let her sleep there, fed her, let her shower. After seemingly kicking her addiction, Ruby’s sister relapsed and died. Ruby doesn’t have much but what she has goes to the community center.

Fatima is having a hard time figuring out who is in the gang and what is their command structure. Sam says that’s likely on purpose to protect members from the police. It may also explain why Kevin Tyler was never flagged. During Tyler’s time with the Navy, there were several inventory issues where he was assigned but Tyler was never implicated. Callen asks about the inventory and Fatima replies weapons, equipment – a few rifles here, some body armor there. Nothing big enough to raise red flags. Over time, however, he stockpiled enough to arm a small militia.

Wondering where he kept it all, Callen thinks he sold it with the White Kings. Which makes sense because the occasional missing rifle or kevlar vest gets noticed but not a lot of attention. The one-of-one goggles going missing went all the way to ONI. This could have been Tyler’s way to cash out – one last payout. If this is going to someone in either Russia or China – the only ones who could not only play for the tech but mass produce it – their buyers must be in LA. Callen wants Fatima to check everyone going in and out of LAX over the last two days.

At the community center, Kensi and Deeks speak to Manny Ortiz. The center is giving out their Heroes of Tomorrow Diversity Scholarships at a big party. There is a red carpet for the event. Kensi asks about the jeans Ruby donated. Manny thinks people are crazy to pay that kind of money for jeans. Deeks has a new friend. A workman leaves after painting the inside with Manny’s thanks. Ten high school seniors are getting scholarships that night, they are making the place look great. Deeks asks what happens to the jeans. Usually donated clothing is just left in the center but Manny gave the expensive jeans to some of their volunteers – he can’t pay them but he can reward them. Unlike Ruby, Manny doesn’t have a list who has the jeans. He just left them out for the volunteers with a request that you don’t take anything you won’t wear but he will ask around.

Fatima tells an arriving Callen and Sam that she found a June Chen, a Chinese professor who has been here teaching for the last five years. She’s leaving tonight. All of the colleges where she was teaching Chinese are near Navy bases. She’s also a person of interest in a joint investigation between NCIS and Scotland Yard but they didn’t have enough evidence to question her. Fatima tablet beeps – Chen is entering a nail salon. Castor and his partner are nearby so they’ll pick her up and bring her to the boat shed.

At the boat shed, June Chen is on the wrong side in the interrogation table. Chen claims innocence, she just a college professor, but Callen knows she’s so much more. In Ops, Fatima calls Chen a ghost. The only information she can find about Chen is her parents’ apartment address in Shanghai.

Sam asks Chen about the goggles but again, Chen says she knows nothing. She has a flight to catch. Callen explains she’s not going anywhere. Even when NCIS is finished with her, the FBI, CIA and NSA are lined up to speak with her. Fatima explains to the Admiral that half of the residents of Chen’s parents’ apartment building are all from the same farming province in China and all work for the same mining-fertilizer company.

Sam explains Chen is looking at life in jail. Fatima’s review of the medical records shows that there has been a 50% increase of cancer diagnosis of the people from that farming province.

Making one last pitch, Sam asks where are the goggles. Chen says nothing. Noticing scars on Chen’s hands, Callen tells her they aren’t the hands of a scholar. Sam agrees, those hands worked hard in the fields. Years of physical labor. Chen asks if they find labor shameful. Sam shows his hands and is proud he works with them every day. Callen finds no shame in wanting out of an area that has become a toxic wasteland – Chen found a way out. She found a way out for her parents, her friends and their parents. By helping out the government, earned a way out for all of them. She was a great help to the Chinese government but now that she’s been arrested, the government is going to kill her.

While Callen and Sam promise to protect Chen in prison but Chen is at peace dying in an American prison. It would be many times worse if the Chinese government learned she gave up the goggles. She won’t tell them where it is but she will help in other ways. The tech was sold by two men – a younger man she confirmed was Kevin Tyler and another man, an older man – who got $2 million. The older man wanted a Chinese explosive called “Devil’s Wrath”. Sam confirms with his bomb tech buddies that it is highly unstable and has to be detonated within a 100-yards. No cell phone triggers or deadman’s switches.

Popping up on the screen, Fatima has news from ATF about the White Kings. Seth Wilcox is their leader. It is the workman from the community center. He painted the place for this minorities scholarship ceremony – he could have put the bomb in the drywall, patched it up and painted over it. Nobody would notice. With nobody answering the phone at the community center, the team is making their way to the event.

Kensi and Deeks arrive first and start evacuating the place. Callen and Sam are looking for Wilcox – he has to be nearby to detonate the bomb. They spot Wilcox and Kevin Tyler are in an alley with a dead end. Callen and Sam try to sneak up on Wilcox, who is taking a smoke break, when Tyler sees them. Lots of shooting ensues. Callen takes out Tyler turns his and Sam’s attention to Wilcox.

Kens and Deeks are evacuating the community center. People are fleeing.

With Sam covering him, Callen moves closer to Wilcox. Wilcox is ordered to put the gun on the ground. The detonator is within his reach. When he puts the gun down, he tries to go for the detonator and is shot for his trouble. Sam takes the denotator for safe keeping. The bomb squad arrived at the community center.

In a darkened office, Fatima updates the Admiral. Wilcox and Tyler were about the flee with the money, more explosives and fake passports. Tyler had the jeans in his suitcase. Fatima thinks all things considered – stopped the explosion, found the money - they had a fairly good day. Since the goggles are still missing, the Admiral agrees fairy good since the goggles are still missing.

Walking into the armory, Kensi and Deeks feel like honorary members of Manny Ortiz’s family. They were guests at the ceremony. One of the scholarship winners was going to UCLA so Kensi offered an introduction to Jordyn Rountree which made the young woman’s day. Deeks wants to go home and watch something on TV with lots of action and little plot. Kensi would be find with less action and more plot. Deeks sighs, if only he had a special spot where he could watch his programs, they could do both. Kensi cuts a deal. During the week, the cars go in the garage, during the weekend, one car is outside. Deeks wants a chair, a tiny TV and his big golden shark. Kensi commits to a beach chair.

Deeks has to tell Callen about moving out. Kensi is willing to do it with him but he’s going to do it alone. He asked Callen to move in, he can ask Callen to move out.

In the bullpen, Sam is bothered that Tyler got so far in the Marines and in the military tech field. He’s horrified that someone like Wilcox could plant Tyler into such high raking positions. And if Wilcox could do that, so could other gang leaders, other foreign governments. Sam gets a call from Kam – he’s going to dinner with Kam and her boyfriend Josh. Callen is invited but passes.

As Sam leaves, Deeks arrives. It takes Deeks a while to get to say what he has to. Deeks tells Callen he has to sell the bar. Callen is relieved. And thrilled. He’s happy to be moving – he’s had some practice at this. This is the longest Callen has ever lived in one place. He’s not sure how he made it worked. Deeks asks why Callen stayed. Knowing that Deeks needed the money, that he and Kensi wanted to buy a house and start a family, he was happy to pay. He knows Deeks would do the same for him. Deeks would. In fact, Deeks offers the second bedroom in the Blye-Deeks home. “Not a chance,” is Callen’s reply.

When Deeks leaves, Callen get a text from his doctor. He is sure he spoke to Callen two-weeks ago. He wants to talk to Callen. In a home with Russian television running in the background, someone is working on the deep fake technology.

What head canon can be formed from here: Kensi as a jeans-fan. This is an “evergreen” episode. The bones of this episode – stolen tech, gang infiltration in the military, murder, racism – have been regular storylines. This is a well-told, well-act hour with no gapping plot holes. It would have worked in season two and in season 13.

This season has had more Callen-Deeks solo interaction than any other one I can remember. Callen and Deeks are often in the same scene but Sam and Kensi are usually with them.

Liked the Master Sergeant and Manny at the community center. Wouldn’t mind seeing them again. Same with Ruby, who had a terrible story to tell.

Episode number: Episode 290 overall, the 10th episode of season 13.

#NCIS: Los Angeles Rewatch #NCIS: Los Angeles #NCIS: LA #NCIS Los Angeles #ncis la

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irish-urn · 2 years

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Yes!!! I love Ben Platt and he truly is fantastic artist. And yes I totally get Dasey vibes too. You & me = same page.

Bad Habit - Exactly what you said, the pre-chorus just screams Dasey to me. And the whole song too is just perfection.

Ease My Mind - I genuinely believe that (especially once they get to college) Derek would help Casey with her anxiety. And sure he would mess up from time to time but he GETS her. And I feel that once he has the knowledge and tools to help her, he would.

Temporary Love - Absolutely! Also the line "I feel the gravity between us" reminds me of them so much cause they keep getting pulled into each other's orbit and just !

Honest Man - "I'm not what you planned, but I'm a safe place to land" and "How beautiful our love could be / if only you would take a chance" makes me !!!

RAIN - The chorus and verse 2! Just beautiful imagery and !

His whole first album is just a masterpiece and I love it so much. His songs just make me feel. I can't put it eloquently, but I hope you understand what I'm trying to communicate.

Also, for me personally, as long as you don't warp the meanings of the song (like In Case You Don't Live Forever is addressed to his great-uncle who was queer) or try to erase Ben Platt's queerness, I don't see a problem with you drawing parallels. We're all humans who go through experiences, and finding meaning in the song and connecting with it, is a wonderful thing. (But that's just my opinion, as a queer person.)

I love music so much, ugh.

Is your page lined with doodles in the margin? Because mine always was.

YES I LOVE MUSIC SO MUCH. IT'S SO FASCINATING, especially when there are motifs in the albums — and have you ever listened to Marianas Trench? Like, their songs just flow into one another almost like a musical, ugh.

I DID NOT KNOW THAT ABOUT "In Case You Don't Live Forever", THAT'S SO COOL. Thank you so so much for telling me!!! I listened to that album again today at work (occasionally my job allows me to listen to music/podcasts), and knowing that changed the whole song for me.

Also, also, am I insane for thinking that "So Will I" would be an acceptable Dasey wedding song, if Derek was the emotive type (he's not, but, ya know)? Because I was listening to that one too, and oh my gosh, it could be a Dasey duet.

I have a few artists where I just feel all the things, like Florence + the Machine, Taylor Swift (a cliché, I know, but she's an amazing lyricist), Ben Platt... and some albums are just, ugh. So amazing.

(and thank you for your words about being cool with drawing parallels. Am I insane that almost all of my favourite songs are associated with my OTPs? Maybe? Okay, I can accept that.)

#asks #music

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liz-jennings · 3 years

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I’ve never had a safe place to land, but now I feel like I do. So i want you to stay safe. All I want you to know, is that you're never alone. Not even for a second

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bakerolivias-archived · 2 years

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when jane kissed raf she was unsure and not confident in their future when she kissed michael she decided he was it for her and he would be in her life forever, villadero’s looking pretty good right now

#just ignore what happened... after lmao #jtv lb #villadero #jtv spoilers #otp: safe place to land

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forbescaroline · 2 years

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TOP 100 SHIPS OF ALL TIME: #9. spencer hastings and toby cavanaugh (pretty little liars)

#spoby #plledit #pllgif #spobyedit #plldaily #dailypll #spencer hastings #toby cavanaugh #pretty little liars #otp: a safe place to land #**#100ships #mine: pretty little liars #mine: spencer and toby #1k

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swifit · 4 years

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for chloemorningstarr ♡

#plledit #prettylittleliarsedit #spobyedit #spoby #gifmakersource #paleresource #bbelcher #dailytvfilmgifs #spencer hastings #toby cavanaugh #otp: nothing ever measured up #going to gif the safe place to land part tomorrow #gif*#**#tv*#tv

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mammonsturtle · 2 years

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🦇Masterlist!🐢

Hello and welcome to my writing blog! I’m Turtle with they/them pronouns. This is a SFW blog(trust me if I wrote any NSFW it’d be looking like 50 Shades of Grey.)

Requests are not open, only because content will be out at a snail’s pace.

Asks/DMs are always open if you want to chat!

I will NOT write : NSFW(kinks and whatnots), incest(demoncest), rape, pedophilia, scat, vore, anything homophobic/transphobic, yandere themes.

Characters may/may not be written in character, I’m still learning. Then these fics may not be for you. Since I haven’t reached level 60 yet, I will not write for Mephistopheles, Raphael, and Thirteen. MC is always GN! unless specified.

Let’s be friends on Obey Me! I login everyday and send AP to my friends!:D

OM ID : 1365393731 OMNB ID : 2504352377

My Pokemon Go friend code if anyone plays, I send gifts everyday!

Pokemon Go friend code : 9330 0442 4004

Masterlist:

📚-Full Fics/Series-📚

😥=Angst 🥰=Fluff

😥 U & Me (Finished)

Bonus Stories : Bonus Story #1 |

Summary : A replaced!MC fic. MC and Mammon feel their place is no longer in the HoL with the brothers. So why not run away together to the human world?

😥 All We Do (Ongoing/On Hold)

Summary: One too many punishments lands Mammon in the arms of the Prince himself! With MC asking Diavolo to promise to take care of Mammon should something bad happen to him, the Prince is willing to take the task. But is there something more to this arrangement than just a promise to MC?

😥 Oh Baby! | Brother’s Aftermath (Finished)

Summary: Another replaced!MC fic. You’re pregnant with an Avatars child! And so is the other exchange student, except she told the brothers first and believe that you’re lying. So you decide to have your baby without the the brothers.

😥 You’re Not Sorry

Summary: MC decides to remove the brothers’ pact with them.

😥 🦇 Chronicles of a Fallen Warrior - A short collection of angst fics focused on Mammon.

You Get What You Deserve Part 2

Gone to the Dogs | MC’s Visit

📖-Short fics/Oneshots-📖

🥰 Five More Minutes - A short Diavolo x Mammon fluff fic, basically Diavolo and Mammon waking up in the morning.

😥 Night Thoughts - A short Beelzebub angst fic. Beelzebub’s having a new nightmare, that now includes you.

😥 Here Until the End - MC has volunteered to be a hospice to two Devildom pets, and reminds the brothers of their own mortality.

💬Quick ideas/headcanons💬

Demons of Sloth hibernate

Mammon Angst #1

📷Screenshots Galore📷

Mononokeland = Pokemon Go

Camping with the Purgatory Trio

Diavolo roasts Solomon’s cooking skills

Sheep!MC isn’t safe!

Asmo tells Mammon to unalive himself

Getting my OTP in a free roll

Diavolo uses spells to get out

🐢My OC Peyton🐢(Barebones info, still a work in progress)

Peyton pics + info

Introduced in Obey Me Way!

Dance with Me?

#turtle talks #masterlist #rules #mammonsturtle

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mosylufanfic · 2 years

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Two Can Keep a Secret

Thanks to @hedgiwithapen for letting me steal borrow her idea and change it to my OTP.

Two Can Keep a Secret

Caitlin groaned and pressed her hand to her head. Where was she?

The last thing she remembered was talking on the phone to her boyfriend and rummaging in her bag for her door key. Then a hard pinch to her neck, and everything went fuzzy after that.

She touched her neck, feeling around for a wound. She found a tiny pinprick that stung. Hypodermic needle. It must have been some kind of knockout drug.

Good thing Killer Frost's powers had cleared her system so quickly.

She took stock of her situation. Small cell, your basic bars and high-window setup. Nothing she hadn't broken out of before with her cold powers. The bigger question was who had taken her.

There was someone else in the cell with her. She leaned over him to check and gasped. "Cisco!"

They'd only been dating a month, after meeting on an app. He was goofy and funny and nerdy and even if they'd spent the whole day together, she still wanted to talk to him at night. She kept telling herself to take it slow. She had enough romantic disasters in her past. But that all seemed to fly out of her head when she saw his smile.

And of course, she hadn't told him who she really was.

He was a civilian, an engineer who liked to play video games and read comic books and watch superhero movies. To him, powers like Killer Frost's were the kind of thing he watched on the news or gaped at from a safe place. To her, they were her real life.

This complicated things.

She almost considered not waking him, but she didn't know what the drug was or what its effects might be on a normal human. "Cisco," she said. "Cisco!"

"Owwww," he groaned. "Caitlin? What're - " He blinked at her. "What are you doing here?" He sat up, grabbed his head, and groaned again. "Are you okay? Did they hurt you?"

"No, no," she assured him. "I'm fine. I promise."

"Where are we?"

"I'm not really sure," she said. "I just woke up myself. I think they drugged us. Do you feel sick or dizzy - "

"A little dizzy." He pressed his fingers to his temples and breathed steadily. After a moment he dropped his hands. "Okay, better. Just had to do some deep breathing. Clear my head. Um. I think I heard someone say a name."

"When? I woke up before you did."

"I mean when they took me. Henchmen talking, like henchmen do. Yeah, yeah. I heard the name Amunet Black.You know who that is?"

A cold chill ran up her spine. "No," she lied. "No idea." If Amunet Black had them, they had to get out ASAP.

"With a name like that, she's probably not a kindergarten teacher."

"Wouldn't want to be in her class," she said.

He laughed a little. "Nope."

She thought his next question would be why they'd taken him, but he didn't ask it. Good, because the only answer available was that they'd taken him because of her.

"So, uh, you see any way we can get out?" he said instead.

"Let's look," she said.

He checked the walls and the corners for anything they could use, while she investigated the lock on the door. While his back was turned, she pressed her hand to the lock and drew out all the heat she could grasp, until frost crept up the bars and over the stone. Then she pulled her hand away, quickly wiping the frost clear with her shirt sleeve. "Cisco?"

"Uh-huh." He was wiggling the bars on the window.

"This lock feels - really brittle? I think maybe if someone hit it just right - "

"Let me see," he said, coming over.

She wiped a little more frost away and stepped back.

He squinted at it, while she squirmed with impatience. If he didn't do something soon, it would warm back up.

"Hey," he said. "I think there's something over there in the corner we can use as a weapon."

"What is it?"

"Well, go look."

She glanced over, and at that moment there was a huge clang and the door burst out of its frame, the lock flying across the hallway and clattering to the floor to land in three pieces.

"Wow," Cisco said, mouth open.

"Oh," she said, staring at the shattered pieces of lock, scattered over the floor. Deep-freezing it usually made iron very brittle, but this was . . . dramatic.

"I guess it was really in bad shape," Cisco said.

"I guess so," she said.

"Well," he said. "Shall we?"

"The weapons," she reminded him.

"Right!"

She grabbed the small pieces of wood that he'd spotted. They weren't much better than two-by-fours, old squishy pine and impossible to grip one-handed, but they were better than nothing.

"Hey," he said as they crept down the narrow, dank hallway. "You're doing okay, you know?"

"So are you," she said. He was. She'd worked with superheroes who didn't keep their heads this well in a crisis. Of course, Cisco thought she was as normal as he was. And she wanted to keep it that way.

One day, maybe, when they'd been together longer and she really felt like she was ready, she would show him her secret identity. But it wasn't the right moment now.

He paused at a corner and peered around, then reached back to squeeze her hand. "We're going to get out of this. I promise."

"I know," she said.

One flight of stairs later, their luck ran out.

"Oh, I see what all the noise was," said a high, affected, faux-British voice, and around the corner sauntered Amunet Black.

Catlin felt a furious chill prickle at her scalp and battled it back. Not now. The priority was escaping, with Cisco both whole and ignorant.

"Amunet Black, I presume?" Cisco said.

"Cisco Ramon," she said. "You were supposed to stay where I put you." She looked at Caitlin. "You, too, Caitlin Snow." She shot a glare at the two henchmen who flanked her. "You two idiots put them in the same cell, didn't you?"

"What's the problem?" one grunted. "They're just a couple of civilians."

"Yes," Caitlin said. "We are two perfectly normal civilians with no special powers whatsoever, so you can let us go and we won't say anything to anybody."

Amunet tapped her chin with a razor-sharp nail. "Mmm, no. I don't think I'll do that."

"How about this? Let her go," Cisco said, "and I'll stay. Good deal, huh?"

"Cisco!" Caitlin whispered. "No!"

He grabbed her hand and squeezed. "I'll be fine. I'm tougher than I look. Just go. Get yourself to safety."

"Not without you." Amunet was a sadistic bitch. Cisco wouldn't stand a chance against her.

"How romantic," Amunet said, examining her nails. "It makes me a little sick to my stomach, if you want the truth." She looked up with her slightly mad grin. "But it sounds like you don't know anything about the truth, do you?"

Caitlin felt her stomach flip over. No. Not like this. She wanted him to know - someday - but not like this and not now.

"She doesn't know your secret identity."

Caitlin started to deny it, then registered the pronoun. Wait, what?

Cisco had a secret identity?

He said, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't you? Vibe?"

"Vibe?" Caitlin said.

But her voice came out in a wisp of breath, fogging the suddenly bitter-cold air.

Cisco's shoulders sagged. "I'm sorry. It's not that I didn't want you to know, I just didn't know how to tell you and - " He turned and his mouth, already shaping the next part of his apology, fell open and stayed open.

Caitlin knew how she looked. Snow-white hair, blue lips, glowing eyes. Terrifying.

"Killer Frost?" he squeaked.

"Vibe," she said again.

"Adorable," Amunet Black said to her henchmen. "See? Psychological warfare. This is how you handle these types. They'll be so busy shouting at each other for lying that - "

Under her words, Cisco whispered, "Talk later, escape the crazy bitch now?"

With a motion very like chambering a shotgun, Caitlin had two ice daggers in her hands. "Just what I was thinking."

FINIS

#Cisco Ramon #Caitlin Snow #killervibe #mosylufanfic lives up to her damn name #fanfiction #some kind of AU here #the flash

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dangermousie · 3 years

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2020 End of Year Post - kdrama edition

You can find my 2020 cdrama post here: dangermousie.tumblr.com/post/638449659546845184/2020-end-of-year-post-cdrama-edition

This is only going to cover kdramas that aired in 2020; if it originally aired another year, it’s not on this list.

It’s been a pretty lackluster kdrama year. There are probably only 5 kdramas I truly loved and only three of them I was really obsessed over. Better luck in 2021!

DRAMAS WATCHED

(In order of liking from least to most as opposed to pure quality; I am including if I’ve seen enough to make up my mind; yes I realize that’s inaccurate, but that’s my list)

42 Born Again - so bad, so incoherent, so insane, I have no idea why the leads signed up for it (and unlike some of the other watchers, I think it was awful from the very start.) There is literally nothing about this drama that makes sense.

41 Love with Flaws - a bunch of people who should be tried under the Geneva Convention.

40 Sweet Munchies - Jung Il Woo proves his inability to pick a functional script.

39 Meow the Secret Boy - if you ever wanted to bang a cat, this drama is for you. Not being a furry, however...

38 Do Do Sol Sol La Sol - I lost braincells just typing out this title.

37 When I Was the Most Beautiful - the only way it’s not the dumbest, most pointless melo of 2020 is because Born Again considerately came out the same year.

36 Woman of 9.9 Billion - if you want to watch an artsy French movie about miserable people, but only badly made, boy do I have a drama for you.

35 Lies after Lies - screams after screams.

34 Backstreet Rookie - people were up in arms about various problematic plots. I am a survivor of many plots much more problematic but even I couldn’t survive how utterly boring and annoying this drama was and how utterly irritating the leads were. This has taken Ji Chang Wook off my top favorites into “should I even check his latest Lovestruck in the City? Probably not” territory almost single-handedly (Melt Me helped, to be fair.)

33 Men Are Men - boring is boring.

32 Dinner Mate - two beautiful boring people eat out a lot.

31 Was It Love - no it wasn’t.

30 Alice - Joo Won in the shower can make up for a multitude of sins but not plot nonsense of such magnitude. When you find yourself thinking it would be better if he hooked up with the alternate universe version of his mother because at least then something entertaining would happen, you know it’s bad.

29 More than Friends - started out OK, then made me hate basically everyone and kept going.

28 Start-Up - honestly, it’s probably more decent than its place here, but the toxic and batshit fandom for it (the worst this year) made me feel like breaking out in hives any time it’s even mentioned.

27 The Spies who Loved Me - how to take a good cast and waste it.

26 Private Lives - it was good but it never took off with its concept and spent more time on the incoherent plot than the OTP which was its one strength. It’s a decent drama but coming after Heartless City and My Beautiful Bride from the same writer, it’s a disappointment.

25 Record of Youth - as high as it is due to Park Bo Gum hard carrying this entire awful drama on his shoulders and doing it so well I finished it. Alas, while he is in one drama (and that drama is great), the rest of the characters and the entirety of the script are a pointless useless mess.

24 Do You Like Brahms - excellent first third, mediocre middle, and terrible last third. I don’t know what musical term applies to this? Diminuendo, I think.

23 I’ll Go to You When the Weather is Nice - nice and mellow but nothing much happens.

22 Forest - mainly for Park Hae Jin’s excellent and frequently naked bod.

21 The Ballot - I didn’t love it as much as everyone did but it was well-made.

20 Hyena - more romance and less weird law stuff would make it better.

19 365 Repeat the Year - surprisingly solid.

18 The Game Towards Zero - see 365.

17 When My Love Blooms - very old fashioned, very lovely.

16 Chocolate - also very old fashioned and very lovely but also with Yoon Kye Sang performing medical procedures bleeding and shirtless. MMM.

15 (tie) Secret Royal Inspector - a fun if run of the mill sageuk.

15 Find Me In Your Memory - best melo this year.

14 Mystic Pop Up Bar - surprisingly good even though I wasn’t planning to check it out.

13 Where Your Eyes Linger - came out of nowhere but was tender and hopeful and lovely.

12 Itaewon Class - Park Seo Joon hard carries a drama that is already excellent. Love it.

11 Psychopath Diary - Yoon Shi Yoon is such a treat in a hilarious, cynical, dark comedy.

10 Kairos - more like ouroboros.

9 Queen Love and War - in a year where sageuks are very rare, this was solid and surprisingly moving and shippy.

8 The King Eternal Monarch - people didn’t like it but I did. It’s no masterpiece and both the leads and the writers have better dramas, but it was a lovely romantic fairy tale for me.

7 Mr. Queen - sharp, hilarious, and some of my favorite actors.

6 Psycho But It’s OK - healing, sharp cinematography and even sharper chemistry.

5 Crash Landing on You - the last ep pissed me off so much this drama is dead to me but I loved it so much until then I can’t place it lower in good conscience.

4 Train - who knew I would go this hard for an OCN drama or that OCN would do romance so well? But this time-travel mystery romance is just incredible and I shipped the OTP and rooted for the characters and loved every last bit of it.

3 Run On - this is the drama Record of Youth wanted to be but failed. Smart and lived in, you feel like you are peeking at real people, but also even four episodes in, I am so invested in the main characters separately and together, and care for them so much, it’s a little frightening.

1 (tie) Tale of the Nine Tailed - my perfect fantasy romance. I liked it better than Goblin, yeah I said it.

1 Flower of Evil - all the tropes I love in one incredible package. I would rewatch episodes waiting for new ones trying to puzzle the story and to stay withdrawal but it works just as well on rewatch. Lee Jun Ki brings his trademark tortured intensity and for once, both his leading lady and his script back him up and are worthy of that. It’s perfect.

FAVORITE DRAMA

It’s a tie between Tale of the Nine Tailed and Flower of Evil but if I had to pick just one, FoE, because it had me seriously obsessed and guessing about the protagonist and gave me the narrative tropes I love so much and an OTP that statisfied all my hurt/comfort kinks and then some.

WORST DRAMA

Born Again - honestly, this is so bonkers it almost becomes good but alas...

FAVORITE MALE CHARACTER

Do Hyun Soo/Baek Hee Sung, Flower of Evil - he is so messed up, so on edge, so traumatized. Yet capable of so much warmth and caring even as he himself doesn’t realize his humanity. FoE is basically a story of a man pushed and punished by the world for his entire life who, because of one woman, finds a safe place and peace and slowly comes to life without realizing it, and watching his desperation to keep this small bit of normalcy is so heartbreaking and exciting all at once. Plus, you start the drama thinking he’s a psychopathic serial killer and end it (if you are me) thinking he must be protected at all costs and if anyone even looks at him wrong they must suffer, and that’s quite a change!

FAVORITE FEMALE CHARACTER

Nam Ji Ah, Tale of the Nine Tailed - she is so funny and tough and smart and loving and amazing that I will totally buy that a literal demi-god will do anything and everything for her and love her for literal eternity.

NEEDS TO BE MURDERED

Dad in Record of Youth - yes in a year with serial killers and supernatural demons, I picked a normal character from a mediocre drama. It’s his everyday awfulness to his family that hits so hard and I am sad he never got his comeuppance.

FAVORITE SHIP

Ji Ah x Yeon - a fearless reporter and an immortal demi-god who’s been hoping for his human beloved to reincarnate. A really rare set-up where the OTP is equally ride or die, so compatible and completely BAMF. I got why he waited for her for that long and then fell in love with her all over again. Perfection.

Runner up: Flower of Evil - he is so messed up he literally does not believe he is capable of love or empathy, but he falls in love with her anyway and so utterly she permeates his entire life. She is tough as nails and only believes what she sees and is the sole person who believes in him against the world. She loves him but he needs her. She needs him but he loves her. They are amazing.

FAVORITE SECONDARY OTP

Seo Dan x Gu Seung Jun, Crash Landing on You, North Korean x Conman were so good I shipped them harder than the main OTP and the end of that storyline pissed me off so much I dumped the drama and didn’t finish it for months (and it’s still dead to me.)

NOTP

Record of Youth - it started out and they didn’t have much chemistry but the dialogues were interesting and I thought the chemistry would grow. It didn’t and deteriorated, their dialogues became boring and relationship had zero development (about as much as the supposed female lead.) I think we were supposed to feel bad they broke up and they were going for a bittersweet open ending, instead I found myself happy about the break up of two incompatible, chemistry-less people and hoping for the love of God they never get back together.

FAVORITE SCENE

Yeon and the bridge of knives, Tale of the Nine Tailed - Yeon choosing to undergo the creeptastic bridge of knives for a chance to save Ji Ah, who at that point he is not aware is the reincarnation of his Joseon love because, as he says, he doesn’t care if she is or isn’t, it just would be more horrible to have her die than to undergo the horrific torture he is undergoing, and then the sequence with his catching her, her weeping over him and the fact that she is the original Joseon girl revealed and all the bandaging and his watching her sleep and all that loveliness, is everything for yours truly.

Runner up: Hyun Soo having that break-down at the cliff at the end of ep 15 of Flower of Evil as Ji Won desperately tries to convince him she is alive and he finally stumbles to her.

Runner runner up (it’s my list, I will do what I want): Do Won preparing to blow his brains out to give a chance to Seo Kyung to live in Train.

BIGGEST CRUSH

Seon-Gyeom, Run On. Yeah, I know. Im Siwan is tiny, delicate featured and has a runner’s build, none of which are things that normally appeal to me. But his character is so odd, so honest, so unflinching in pursuing what he thinks is right, so incapable of self-pity despite plenty of reasons for it, and so ridiculously attractive when he smiles, I don’t even care.

BEST SCENE STEALER CHARACTER

Kim Bum, TotNT - I started out being annoyed by him and ended up looking forward to his scenes and being distraught by his ending.

NEEDS A SEQUEL

Honestly, none. I was fine with all the endings. I wouldn’t mind seeing post-end life of Tale of the Nine Tailed characters or the OTP settling into their literal new world in Train, but I am good.

TROPE THAT NEEDS TO DIE

Time jump that solves all the problems off screen or alternatively years pass and everyone is frozen - something that kdramas need to learn and need to learn badly. See Record of Youth, Brahms and Start Up.

FAVORITE TROPE WE’VE SEEN A LOT OF

Men who are ride or die for their OTP - this was a great year for this - the male leads of four of my five dramas were beyond anything on that scale (only exception is Run On because it’s still too early to tell there.) Yes PLEASE.

BIGGEST DISAPPOINTMENT

This was a banner year for that what with Start Up, Do You Like Brahms, Record of Youth, and Private Lives all starting out well and nosediving off the cliff but winner is Crash Landing on You. I loved it so much for bulk of its run but the last episode pissed me off so much I deleted all my files and called it a day.

BIGGEST GOOD SURPRISE

Flower of Evil - I had no expectations of this drama and wasn’t even planning on watching it despite liking both the lead actors because yet another “look at evil serial killer be evil” drama with no romance was not my thing. Luckily someone convinced me there might be some romance and I peeked curiously. Honestly, their promo campaign was the most misleading and dumbest thing ever.

Runner up Psycho but it’s OK - I have never liked Kim Soo Hyun in anything before and the drama premise seemed WTF but it was shockingly good and KSH totally blew me away.

Hardest Working Lead

Yoon Shi Yoon - he starred in two (!!!) dramas in 2020 playing three characters and not only were both these dramas awesome in a lackluster year, but if it wasn’t for the fact that I knew it was the same actor and the fact that the characters shared a face, I would have never believed that they were played by the same actor. So good!

2020 DRAMAS I HAVEN’T SEEN THAT I MOST WANT TO WATCH

None. Covid Year gave me PLENTY of time

BEST NON-2020 DRAMA I’VE WATCHED IN 2020

My Beautiful Bride and Deserving of the Name - I was obsessed with both of them and honestly, they were much better than the bulk of 2020 kdramas I watched.

MOST ANTICIPATED IN 2021

The Moon That Rises in the Day, Hong Chun Gi, Joseon Exorcist, Island, Frightening Cohabitation, Snowdrop.

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the fire

fluff cuddle fem y/n {i think}

i got the prompt on otp prompt .com {i think}

it was a snowy day in paris france with land was white and cold you and luka just made it to your place you family not home you and luka were at the park making snow angels and having fun in the park with rose and julica. they went to rose home and told you to be safe

"luka" you called " you want hot coco"

" you should know the answer" he replied from the living room " yes plz"

"okey doke" you laugh

"here you go bluebell" you say sitting down next to him by the fire

"thanks love" he tells you. all you do is kiss him lightly. "hey i want a full kiss plz" her whines

"fine you idiot" say kissing him

"thank you" he mutters

"oh the fire is not that big" you say getting closer

"love what are you doing you going to catch on fire if you get clores" he warns

"i'll be fine bluebell" you chuckle "if you want to you can protect me"

" yeah that sounds good" he said moving closer to you

"Love you luka" you say kissing him

"Love you to [name]" he tells you

¤》☆☆☆《¤》☆☆☆《¤》☆☆☆《¤》☆☆☆《¤

Hello i finely have no more writing block Have a good day and night

Pixie out

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Ryan and Bruce

Cute 20 & Spooky 18

Thank you for the ask/prompt! I love these two, which is why I wrote for them first, and I actually managed to write something non-angsty for them!

Ryan & Bruce [otp: mutually assured destruction]

Warm Welcome [cute #20: first frost of the year]

Ryan woke up to two very unexpected surprises, and she added in the unexpected despite the obvious definition of the word surprise because of how caught off guard she was. The sweater she had fallen asleep in did nothing to ward off the chill as she emerged from unconsciousness, and she hissed as cold air hit her bare legs after swinging her blanket off of her. It’d been cold the night before, but not so cold that she’d felt the need to find a pair of pants to sleep in or even pull on a pair of socks. Now she hopped from foot to foot as she crossed the wooden floors of her bedroom, and her breath showed in a pale cloud in front of her face as she moved to the single window in her bedroom. Ice had crept across the glass while she slept, and she pressed her fingers against the edge of forming frost. She was shivering, acutely aware of the temperature since all she was wearing was the sweater and a pair of panties, but she couldn’t stop looking outside long enough to go find some more clothes.

In Banshee City, there was never any real snow. Occasional ice, yes, but not until much closer to Christmastime. She hadn’t been expecting it to get this cold, this fast. Down below, people were fully bundled up and moving quickly to get to their destinations. (The people here always moved quickly, as a safety precaution, but it seemed like the cold gave them some extra motivation to get to where they were going.) Outside, ice had formed along everything. The rough bricks of the buildings, the cracked sidewalks, and around the perimeter of her small window. Her breath puffed out against the glass, fogging it up, and she tugged her sweater sleeve down over her hand to wipe the glass. Small little circles until she could see the outside world again.

“You know.” She tensed at the sound of the voice and then instantly relaxed as she recognized it, and she turned to greet her second surprise of the morning as he continued talking. “My house keeps the internal temperature regulated. If you were there, you wouldn’t be shivering right now.”

“Bruce!” She saw his cheek twitch, under the thick scruff of a beard that he was apparently growing, just before she threw herself at him. She hadn’t been expecting him back for at least another week, possibly longer, but he was here. Arms caught her easily, swept her up into the air and pulled her in, and she locked her legs around the soft material of a padded jacket that still had cold ice starting to drip from the back of it.

“You miss me?” he asked as her arms wound around his neck. Bruce was freezing, especially against the bare parts of her skin, but she didn’t care. He’d been gone for almost a month, and she had missed him. Missed him enough to admit to it, just not to his face. So she ducked down to nuzzle under his jaw, felt the scrape of his beard against her cheek, and reached up to bury her cold fingers in his thick hair.

“I might have missed you, a little,” she whispered. He must have been wearing gloves at some point, because his hands were warm as they swept up her thighs to rest easily on her hips under her sweater. Technically, under his sweater that she had taken for herself.

“You could have missed me from the lakehouse.” His hands were warm against her back, pulling her tighter against him, and she shifted to run her cold nose against his cheek.

“And miss seeing you actually show up here? Not a chance,” she laughed. Bruce hated her apartment, hated that she had chosen to live in Gotham’s crime-filled East End, but she felt more at home here. At least, she did when Bruce was gone. The lakehouse didn’t feel like home without Bruce there.

“Will you come back with me now?” Ryan pulled back to look at him properly, and there was still a hint of a smile over his expression. Softening the line of his mouth and putting a little extra warmth in his eyes. Her hands moved to the front of his face, fingers scratching through the beard that was new and different against her skin, and she leaned forward to feel that newness against her lips.

“Only if you promise to keep this for a little bit longer,” she bargained. She tightened her thighs around him, just enough for him to feel the pressure, and felt one hand pressing solidly against the center of her back.

“Only if you promise to keep this on,” he added and used his other hand to pull on the bottom hem of the sweater she’d taken from his closet. She thought that over, the feeling of warm cotton and soft scruff against her skin, and pulled back with a smile.

“Deal.”

Here Lies [spooky #18: an ancient mausoleum, stone door crumbling]

The grass was so soft under her feet, a cushion for every step forward, but where were her shoes? Ryan never walked around outside barefoot, just in case something happened and she needed to take off running. She continued forward, and she looked up. The sky was dark, moon hanging full and swollen in the otherwise dark night, but she couldn’t see any stars. It should have been cold, but the breeze that lifted her hair from her neck was soothing. A balm against her aggravated skin, and her eyes closed as she kept moving forward. She didn’t need to have her eyes open to know where she was going. She let herself enjoy the moment. The tickle of grass against the bare bottoms of her feet, warm dew brushing against her ankles, and that rolling breeze under the starless night.

“This isn’t right,” she thought as the grass changed. The softness twisted, thickened and pushed, and her eyes stayed closed as she winced. Dead hardened grass cut against her skin, ripped at the bottoms of her feet and pulled above her ankles, but she couldn’t stop. Couldn’t go back. Had to keep pushing forward. The breeze was hot now, licking against the back of her neck like some great beast following at her heels.

Ryan opened her eyes as everything went perfectly still, perfectly quiet, and there was a door in front of her. Tall and imposing, thick stone, a darker gray even in the moonlight. One hand reached out, fingertips brushed against the center of the door, and she watched as it started to break. First, a single crack down the middle. Loud as thunder. She reached out with both hands, dug her fingers into the stone, and started to pull. Stone crumbled under her hands and landed at her feet, a fine dust to soothe the places where she was still bleeding, and she couldn’t stop. Kept pulling and tearing at the door, and when did she start screaming? Her throat burned as she screamed up at the sky, at the moon that loomed above her and slowly started to bleed red, and the stone door was crumbled into nothingness. Not even dust was left on her fingertips, and she locked her teeth together as she continued forward.

The inside of the mausoleum was cold, freezing. Her bare feet burned against the cold floor as she walked inside, and the air burrowed under her clothes to slip under her skin. This was an ancient place, colder than the deepest depths of hell, and she wanted to run. Wanted to be back in Bruce’s warm bed, with his solid arms around her and grounding her, but she couldn’t stop. She kept walking forward, always forward, and her bottom lip quivered as she looked to her right. The walls were stone, just as solid as the door had been, with names carved deep into them.

Emil Dietrich.

Her step-father always had grease on his hands, from the mechanic’s shop, and he had laughed with his entire body.

Maria Dietrich.

Her mother had a soft voice, perfect for singing lullabies and telling bedtime stories, and she had smelled like lemon and vanilla.

Harrison Dietrich.

The oldest of her younger brothers, sweet baby Harry, wanted to be an engineer. Wanted to build and create and make the world beautiful.

Bernard Dietrich.

Her littlest brother that was destined to tower over them all, fierce darling Bear, had wanted to know everything about everything. Had wanted to learn as much as he could.

Chelsea Dietrich.

Her baby sister, bubbly tenacious Chels, had been the brightest part of her life. Had come to her whenever she wanted to feel safe or needed a hand to hold.

Ryan’s fingers pulled at her hair, because she could hear them. Hear them all behind the stone, crying out. Screaming from the bullets and the fire, from the things that ripped them apart and turned them to ash. Asking where she was, why she wasn’t there with them. Hadn’t she been there with them? Torn apart, set ablaze, and locked in the darkness? Even Ryan’s screams couldn’t drown them out. Not even her apologies, for daring to keep breathing and for existing out in the light, could get them to quiet. She thought she could even hear the stone starting to shift, to break apart, as they tried to claw their way out of the darkness. She belonged with them and had left, so now they were going to join her. As the first stone cracked, allowing a small hand to slip free, Ryan stumbled away and turned to press her face against the opposite wall.

The mausoleum was filled with screams, begging questions and yelled accusations, and Ryan pushed harder against the stone wall as hands started to pull at her. Grease stained fingers around her ankles and a small hand curling around her left wrist. Her eyes opened as she was pulled back, as hands that smelled like rot and lemon circled softly around her throat, and she saw the name carved in the stone ahead of her. The name that she had pressed her face against. Thickly carved lines, stark and shining wetly in the darkness as more hands pulled her backwards. As words were whispered, asking her to stay. Telling her to stay where she belonged. Reminding her that she was never meant to leave in the first place. All she could see was that name, the only one carved on this side of the mausoleum.

Ryan Lopez.

“Ryan!”

The sound of her own name, being shouted right into her face, caused her entire body to lock up. She went completely still, senses straining and overwhelmed, and it took her a moment to realize what had happened. She’d been dreaming. The grass, the moon, the mausoleum. It had all been a dream. She was lying in Bruce’s bed, on her back with his soft sheets tangled around her ankles, and she was breathing too fast. Her entire body was pushing up against Bruce’s with every terror-filled breath, because Bruce was braced over her. Elbows sinking into the plush mattress on either side of her head, and she locked her gaze with his. The warm color of his eyes helped chase away the cold of the phantom mausoleum, and her fingers scratched against his back before flattening to push him down. She needed to feel him pressed against her, to hold her down and ground her in this moment, and she slowed her breathing to match his. To get them moving in sync. Hooked a leg around his waist and pulled every part of him against her, until she was fully compressed.

“Tell me you’ll keep me here.” Her voice was rough, she must have screamed in her sleep, and Bruce’s eyes were searching hers. Determined to find the reasoning behind her words without any context, and her legs wrapped around his as he flattened himself against her.

“Anyone that wants you, will have to go through me,” he promised her. It shouldn’t be comforting. She shouldn’t want him to stand between her and death, but she shook in relief and clawed her hands against his shoulders. Gripped the back of his hair and pulled him down.

“Don’t carve my name into stone,” she whispered against his chin. He pulled back enough to see her, for his warm breath to drift across her skin, and she’d been crying. The shifting air drifted across the wet tracks, leaving behind a lingering coldness. His eyes were analyzing, mind working through everything he knew about her, and he dropped to press his brow against hers. Pressed tight. His solid heat against her shaking softness.

“Ashes to ashes,” slipped across her lips. Ryan would never be buried. Her name wouldn’t be immortalized in stone. When she was done, she’d be ash. As she was meant to be.

“Bruce.” The hands had reached for her, pulled at her, begged her to come home to them. “Bruce.” She had wanted the darkness, still did sometimes, but she wanted this more. Wanted him more. “Bruce.”

“It’s okay, I’m here,” Bruce said against her temple. He was blanketing her now, keeping her safe and protected from the world, and she slowly started to relax. Started to come back to herself. “You’re here, with me.”

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