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Made another sonic fandub parody featuring @evileyeamulet's e65 Blindspot. Gwen and Miles mess with the Hand phone line to piss off Murderdock and they got Sam into it. DO NOT TAG AS M/CU ID under cut:

[ID: Video containing three scenes; the first scene has earth 65 Gwen Stacy in her Spider-Woman/Ghost Spider outfit calling up Miles Morales in his Spider-Man outfit. They're both in their respective worlds in a city landscape. During the "my one polygon is waiting for me" line, Gwen is holding up a rotating 3D image of a round spider gwen tsum tsum toy while Miles laughs at it. Second scene has earth 65 Sam Chung is in a red city landscape looking up at Sam Alexander flying up into the sky. He calls Miles and Miles is hanging upside down from a web string. The angry voice coming in is from earth 65 Matt Murdock, who angrily yells at both of them while the image shakes. Third scene has Gwen trying to call Miles again, but Murdock interrupts Miles by literally pushing his scene away to take over and yell at Gwen. Gwen angrily yells back only for Murdock to take up the screen and tell her to stop calling Miles. End ID]

The family!

I havent seen this posted on here yet so.

Blindspot Fanfic:

The Sun Must Rest

AN: So I currently have two Blindspot stories I’m working on, on Fanfic.net. One, which will be this one, isn’t uploaded yet. Pretty much this is the first chapter and I just wanted to see how people liked it and if they would be willing to read the story if I continue. Obviously when your reading you will notice some differences from the show. This pretty much is just a set up for later chapters, and continues into season 4 where Jane is Remi. My other story is a continuation off of the first season into the second, my own creative take. There’s only like 2 chapters right now and if you decided to check it out my account name is Hay389. You’ll also notice that it hasn’t been updated in a few months but don’t worry I’m working on it and chapters are coming very soon. Sorry for the long comment and thank you to everyone who read through it all. Hope you enjoy this, please let me know. Also sorry for any mistakes, don’t have a beta. The bold is a flashback.

The leaves on the trees are beautiful mixtures of reds, yellows, and oranges. Most though are scattered all over the ground, creating a crunching sound when anyone dares to walk through them. Their color is fading into a muddy brown, and while they aren't as pretty, the overall setting resembles a sunset. In contrast, the sun is rising in the east, a variety of pinks, purples, and blues painting the sky. The moon still hangs in the world above, but the birds are already wide awake chirping their usual morning tune. A patch of sunlight reveals itself, and Remi stands still closing her eyes, allowing the sun to soak into her skin. "Enjoying your sun bath," Roman jokes.

Remi chuckles. “Very funny. Maybe you should try it sometime, you are looking rather pale." Roman put his hand over his heart, “Ouch sis, and here I thought my tan was perfect. Say, is today the day you’re finally going to explain why you do it?"

Remi smiled at her brother, her hazel eyes boring into his bright green ones, her voice taking on a more serious tone. “You are still too young to understand, but I promise one day you will."

And as the sun sets in the west, those same beautiful oranges, yellows, and reds plastered over the sky, Roman finally understands why his sister did it. He realizes she was right, he was just a 13 year old kid looking for an answer he would have laughed at, but know as a 30 year old man currently laying up against his favorite childhood tree, holding in whatever blood hadn't already found its way out, he felt the hot rays of the sun hit his already clammy skin and heard the birds chirp their final goodbyes to the day. He somehow felt at peace. It was something that could not be put into words but had to be experienced personally, like trying your first ice cream cone or that magical first kiss. He can't count how many times his sister has done this exact same thing, but he can clearly remember the look of peace she held on her face and that makes him smile. As the years past and they grew, he used to think she forgot what that felt like, because he surely did. Not only that, she kept her promise, just like always. He used to wish for this day all the time, the one where she would provide him some stupid explanation so he could laugh, but now that it's here he doesn't mind it being the last thing that runs through his mind before death takes him. And he's sure if he strains his ears enough, positive it's not just from blood loss, he can hear his sister in the distance call out his name. Then when she appears next him pressing down on the wound he gave up on, Roman knows it’s not fake anymore. His sister Re-, no his sister Jane came back for him even after all the hell he put her through. A tear rolls down his cheek, too out of it to fully focus on what his sister is saying, as he stares at the person who wasn't his sister but is. This makes him realize he never should have given up on her, no matter if Jane remembered him or not. Then another tear slips out, as he remembers his sister isn't too off from joining him on the other side. He wishes he had known zipping her would have been lethal in the end, because he would have stopped her from taking it. Roman can't change the past though, so he prays that the team will find the clues he left behind that will lead to her cure. His sister deserves a long and fulfilling life. "Roman, stay with me." he can hear Jane plead. Roman can feel his body turning ice cold. "I'm afraid," he softly whimpers, “I don't want to die alone."

Listening to her brother whisper that finally lets the tears she has been holding back fall. "You’re not alone," Jane reassured Roman, “I’m right here." Hearing those words was all he needed. Roman felt his eyes grow heavier, and eventually it became too much and they started to flutter. He mumbled I love you, sure he didn't form coherent words, but positive he got the message across when she smiled down at him. As he took one last look at his sister, who was now holding him in her lap, he was glad she would be the last thing he saw.

When Roman's eyes didn't open, Jane knew he moved on, but she wasn't ready to let go mentally and physically. He has only been gone for a few seconds and she already mourns the lost memories she may never get back, and the new future they could have had together. At this moment she doesn't care about how he chose shepherd over her or that he made the team’s lives’ hell these past few years, she just wants her brother back. The only person who cared about her when no one else did. She's just happy that he got to spend his last moment in a place held close to both of them, instead of being left alone in some wooded area. Jane swept the little strands of hair out of his face to get one last good look at him. He might have been dead, but his face looked at peace. That's all she cared about, Roman being in a better place.

She's not sure how much longer she sat there, but it must have been a while because Kurt had practically dragged her away from the body so the coroner could take it away. "I'm sorry," he whispered soothingly, over and over again into her ear as she held him close for comfort. Jane wanted to say he wasn't sorry, because wasn't that their original plan? Take out the threat if necessary. Kurt didn't know how she felt, it wasn’t like that was Sarah currently being dragged off in a body bag, and Taylor didn't count. Sure it was a very sad and unfortunate event, but he was just a kid, and Taylor’s resting at peace herself. This though dived into much more complications. Jane knew he was just trying to be supportive so she just held on. When he winced, she knew enough was enough and he had to go to the hospital. "You have to go get that looked at."

"I'm fine," Kurt lied," I already got it bandaged up by paramedics. They told me to make sure I keep it clean and change the pads when it starts to bleed through. I just need rest. So do you."

Jane sighed not in the mood to put up a big fight. “I would rather you got checked out by a real doctor."

"Jane I promise you I am fine. Why don't we head back to the hotel and get some rest. Then if you want we can start planning for Roman’s funeral. Ok?"

"Ok." she replied.

Blindspot: Im so sad 😭

Guys I just binge watched the entire season two over again and fell completely in love with the sibling boding they had and could have kept. I’m super depressed now because of the finale of season 3. Roman was SUCH a good character.

When Hope Is Lost (Blindspot Fanfic)

A Blindspot story I’ve been working on, the rest is on Fanfic.net or Ao3. Link down below for the rest of the story.

CHAPTER ONE: Past Mistakes

If life were a person, Jane had only one question to ask; Why was it out to get her? No matter how hard she tried, no matter how many people she seemed to save, her overall actions and decisions came back to bite her in the ass. She lived in a never-ending circle of lies, and each one existed because of her. Even the ever so painful lie about being Taylor Shaw, that was her fault. The video Oscar showed her proved it. Her old self said, "you did this to yourself," the words were on constant replay in her mind. She's the one who decided to tattoo all her visible and nonvisible skin, hiding secrets within them, she's the one who drowned her entire body with ZIP, leaving no memories of even what her favorite color was, and she's the one who chose Kurt. The giant tattoo with his name on her back said it all. Jane felt betrayed by her past, maybe it was a good thing she couldn't remember. It was a fresh start. Not exactly anymore, but maybe someday it can be. Cause the fresh start she could've had was ruined the moment she accepted those damn missions. The ones that set Mayfair up for murder, and ultimately lead to her death. Jane wished she could say she saw it coming, and maybe in some small way, buried deep in her self conscience she did, but the truth was she was blindsided. She became caught up in wanting to know her past that she didn't see what her future could end up like. Jane was stupid to think that she could keep the team in the dark about Oscar. Her biggest mistake though was letting him threaten her team. She could have done more, should have. There was no way she was going to let her past choices negatively affect the only people who cared about her.

That's why she hunted him down. While she may have set up Mayfair's untimely death, Oscar pulled the trigger. Jane needed to give Mayfair and her team Justice. She would bring Oscar in, and tell them everything that happened. Like usual, life had other plans. Jane got distracted and Oscar tazed her. When she came to, she was tied down to a wooden chair, and Oscar threatened to wipe her memories once more. Everything after that was a bit foggy. Jane couldn't handle that thought, the pure idea of waking up afraid and not knowing anything about who she is again, it made her want to throw up. Jane remembered breaking out of the chair and fighting Oscar, but she doesn't remember when the fire started. Sure she could feel the hot flames feet away on her face and see the bright orange and yellow flashes dancing out of the corners of her eyes, but the bigger threat was Oscar. That's when a cry escaped his lips, confused she looked down. There had been a scythe hanging on the wall, the one Oscar had originally attacked her with, somehow she had impaled him with it. Jane didn't feel bad that she had killed him, maybe her past self would have because after all, they were engaged at one point. She must have seen the good in him at some point for her to want to marry him. If only he showed that side instead of the darker one that lead to his final moment.

After the barn incident, she headed to her safe house, which looking back is kind of ironic as it wasn't actually safe. That's where she found Kurt. The look on his face will forever be burned in her memory and hurt every time she thinks about it. He knew she wasn't Taylor. Then he arrested her. The words would always exist in a corner of her mind. "My father killed Taylor Shaw 25 years ago. Taylor Shaw is dead, now who the hell are you? Jane doe you're under arrest." The words stung in two ways. While Jane may not have known Taylor Shaw, she had a strange sadness that made her heart heavy. A poor girl who only had 5 years of life. The loving family and friends heartbroken by her abrupt disappearance. Then there was the actual arrest. Jane was no longer sad about it, but angry. If he had given her a chance to talk to him maybe she wouldn't be in this mess. She begged Kurt to listen, tried to set everything straight in the car, but once she realized he wouldn't have it she went silent. He booked her and put her in a holding cell, said he would be back tomorrow to interrogate her, but he never returned. Instead a guy Jane didn't recognize escorted her out of the FBI building and into a van. At that moment Jane knew what was happening and there was nothing she could do about it. That's why almost 3 months later she's sitting in a cement cell, waiting for the perfect moment to escape this hellish black cite.

It was sad to say that the only thing she had left anymore was her anger. It fueled her heart and brain not to give up, even when her body protested otherwise. She got used to the pain though, after a couple weeks of nonstop torture she zoned out, found a safe haven and tuned everything else out around her. It disconnected herself from reality, and if she had a choice she would stay disconnected. It's not like she has anything left to stick around for in the real world. The team hates her, Kurt hates her. Of course he does though, "you lied to him," she told herself. "If he actually cared then he wouldn't have handed you over to the CIA. The only reason he kept you around is because he thought you were Taylor."

"No, he had to or cared about me, even a little." She internally argued with herself. That's all she seemed to be doing these days, she was her own company. Jane came out of the shadows of the cell, sitting in front of Jane who was hugging her knees in the farthest corner of the room. Jane smiled, which she quickly stopped because of how much her dry and cracked lips hurt. This is what almost a day and a half of no water and food did to a person, made them hallucinate. The Jane that sat in front of her wasn't her but looked like old her. She had long hair and an evil glow in her eyes. "Then he wouldn't have handed you over. He only cares about Taylor, not you, not Jane. Now that he knows Taylor is dead, your not even a thought to him."

"He kissed me. Invited me to the park. He felt something." Jane replied, taking the bait. Her past self scoffed, "That kiss meant just as nothing as the park, he didn't bother to waste his time going, remember? He told you yourself."

"We never showed up, we can't know that he did or didn't go. Maybe he did." Jane tried to convince herself.

"But you'll never know, will you, because you chose me."A malicious smile spread across Jane's past self at that voice, and in return, she scowled. It seemed she couldn't get away from him in life or death. "Oscar," she said with as much venom in her voice as she could muster. "Kurt never loved you, he loved Taylor. You know that, so why are you fighting it? You knew it was part of the plan, you chose him."

"I'm not that person anymore."

"Of course your the same person, your memory is just stored away at the moment. It's allowing bits and pieces to slip through, but soon enough you'll remember everything, even the hatred you had for your so-called team. You'll regret it."

"I won't regret anything," Jane argued. "Yes, you will. You're going to remember the mission, and that you are the one who screwed it up. That's all you've been doing lately though huh, screwing things up. No wonder you have nobody in your life. You're pathetic. Poison. I'm glad we never got the chance to get married. I can see why Kurt gave you up to the CIA, I would have done the same thing."

"No...no he wouldn't."

"Yes, he would. They are happy to be rid of you."

"No...go. Get out of my head, leave me alone!"

The room went coldly silent. Jane glanced up, Oscar and her past self were nowhere in sight. That hadn't been the first time she's had that conversation with herself or hallucinated for that matter, but Oscar had never been in the conversation. It seems the less food and water she gets, the worse the hallucinations.

As almost on cue, one of the goons that assisted, Jake, as he liked to be called, opened her cell door, gently placing a piece of bread and bottle of water on the floor. "Make sure to drink the water slowly, or else you'll be sick," he told her, before locking her cell door again. Jane ignored the bread and went straight for the water. Although it hurt to put the bottle to her lips, the feeling of the water putting out the desert that resided in her mouth was like heaven. Never again would she take advantage of something so simple as water. Jane took the bread and slumped back into her corner, more picking at it then eating it. Tomorrow was important to Jane, and just thinking about what was to come made her stomach flip. "What if you don't succeed? You're not as tough as you were when they first brought you in?" It's something she asked herself a lot, but in the end she would have to try. Better to go out fighting than to not have tried at all. So, she scooted herself forward until she was in the center of the room. Jane unscrewed the drain pipe-that she had discovered was loose almost a week into her stay-and checked the rope dangling off the bottom to make sure it was steady and didn't need to to be woven anymore. Satisfied, she screwed it back in. Jane smiled, mostly for the freedom she was about to grant herself, but also because Keaton had no idea of the plan that was about to unfold right under his nose. He claimed to be such a great CIA agent, could detect everything. Of course Jane knew he was lying, or else he would have found out the information he needed from her already. He was definitely cocky, and Jane hated him for it. But she hated him in general, wanted to make him suffer as badly as he made her, but the look on his face tomorrow when he realizes she outsmarted him will be enough. For now though, Jane went back to her safe haven. She found it to be underneath a tree that sat a couple feet away from a cliff, which had the perfect view of a random town her brain had conceived. As she rested her head against the tree, she found it funny. This place felt like more, as if it were real, or somehow she had actually been here before. It was peaceful, it felt like home.

Meeting Her (Teenage Kurt Weller One-shot)

AN: So I actually have this posted on Fanfic.net, but I figured why not post it here too. It’s a one-shot series I have. Hopefully you enjoy it, and I’ll probably get around to posting more.

Kurt carefully placed his suitcase down on the sidewalk, making sure that it wouldn't roll away with the strong winds. He was happy to be back for his last semester of military school, anything to get away from his father—although he was still very cautious to leave his sister alone with him again. She may be 14 years old now, but she still needed protection—and Kurt knows now that the only way to provide her that is to finish school, especially after he stayed back for two years from sneaking out late at night just for that reason—to make sure his sister was ok.

He smiled at her, opening his arms for a hug. "You know you're going to miss me." Sarah scoffed, returning the hug. "Yeah cause I'm really going to miss you waking me up early for no reason. Vacations are supposed to be for sleeping in." Kurt chuckled, waking up early had become a normal after joining a military school—besides he had always been an early riser. "Well I guess the next time I see you will be at graduation, finally free from anyone telling you what to do. Must be nice."

"You have no idea." Sarah glanced over her shoulder, staring into the car. "I guess dad isn't saying goodbye."

"Guess not," replied Kurt, watching his father grip the steering wheel of the car with his right hand. "I'll call you later this week, just to make sure you're settled," Sarah said, giving Kurt one last hug. She jumped in the passenger side seat, and waved goodbye. Kurt waved back, watching his family drive out of distance. Letting out a deep exhale, Kurt grabbed his suitcase and headed inside. There weren't too many people back yet, but everyone had the entire day to return, so it wasn't too shocking. As much as he loved his sister, Kurt wanted to go back as early as possible to get some distance from his father.

Stopping for a moment, deciding if he should pick up breakfast first or unpack, Kurt saw a group of three people up ahead deep in an argument. "I don't care if you don't want him to go here. It's my decision as the parent, and it's final." The girl who had clearly not liked that response gave a frustrated cry.

Not wanting to eavesdrop on the conversation anymore than he already had, Kurt continued forward, glancing down at his untied sneaker. When had that happened?

Distracted, Kurt walked right into someone, his embarrassment already catching up with him. He went to apologize, but when he looked up he was caught off guard at the look the girl was giving him. "Watch where you're going, asshole." She stormed passed him, Kurt glancing back at her. Kurt can't recall ever seeing someone with such bright green eyes, but so much anger. Right, sorry, Kurt thought sarcastically.

He turned around to be greeted with what he assumed was maybe the girl's guardian. "I'm sorry about that, Remi has quite the temper on her. She doesn't want her brother attending this school, but she doesn't seem to accept as her mother I get the final say." Mother, for some reason that didn't feel right to Kurt. He wasn't sensing a motherly vibe from her, especially when the boy, who Kurt could only assume to be Remi's brother, wasn’t standing next to his mom; but rather a couple feet back, his head hanging low. It wasn't his place to judge anyone though. "What is your name?" The lady asked, smiling at him. "Kurt Weller, Ma'm."

"Well Kurt Weller, I'm Ellen. Ellen Briggs."

Focus (Remi and Roman, sibling One-shot)

AN: I thought it would be fun to write a little sibling bonding with Remi and Roman. I love Jeller, but I also love the brother and sister relationship between Jane and Roman.

Aiming the gun at the target, he took a deep breath and exhaled, the shot ringing out for miles—unheard by any human ears. The bullet completely missed the target, instead in-bedding itself in the tree behind it. Roman gave a frustrated grunt, throwing the gun as far as he could in front of him. "Roman! What the hell are you doing?" Shepherd was not pleased at all. "I'm done with this stupid training. You've been trying to teach me how to shoot for a month, and I still can't hit the dumb target."

"You can't just give up because you haven't been able to hit the board, Roman. It takes time to become skilled at anything."

"Remi was able to hit it a week after she started handling guns."

"Some people are just naturally talented, and for others it takes time. That doesn't mean you won't be able to ever get it." Roman rolled his eyes, turning his back towards his mother. He wasn't about to stand there and get lectured about how he was gifted, it just took time for his abilities to present themself. "Where do you think you're going young man, I'm in the middle of talking to you. Never turn your back on me unless I give you permission." Roman kept walking, turning his head back around to give a snarky remark—but the anger he saw in his mother's eyes made him speechless for a second. When he returned from the woods after his temper cooled down a little, he was in deep shit. His anger got the best of him anyway. "Yeah, and what are you going to do about it?" He continued into the woods, not wanting to turn back out of fear what he might see would make him freeze in place.

Roman didn't really know where he was going. It was the middle of winter, and he could feel the cold air biting at his exposed skin. They might have been as far off the grid as possible, but all he knew is he needed to go far enough so that stupid cabin wasn't in sight. He listened for a couple minutes as the snow crunched under his feet, coming to a stop when he reached a small clearing. During the summer they would use it as a camping ground even though they had the cabin. It became a tradition— although Remi and him have only been with Shepherd for a little over two years—to spend a whole week to themselves with nothing but nature surrounding the small family. He enjoyed it a lot, as it was a time Shepherd would stall their training and treat them like the kids they were. They would talk for hours about nonsense stuff, their mother and him laughing at Remi as she attempted to cook dinner for them—completely baffled after burning the fish they caught, saying she had been practicing her cooking for weeks and swore she was doing better.

Roman dusted snow off an old wooden log and sat down, reminiscing on the two previous summer trips they took—wishing next summer would come sooner. His ears perked up, catching sound of movement in the distance. He scooped up a decent sized rock and threw it in the direction he knew someone was waiting. If it was anyone but his sister, the rock would have hit them dead in the center of the forehead. Remi let the the rock fall back to the ground, smiling at her brother as she took a seat right next to him. "So you can throw a rock perfectly fine, but you can't hit the target board with a gun?"

"They aren't the same. Why do you care anyway?" Roman could feel the bitterness resurfacing, faced with his sister being able to do everything perfectly, no matter if she knew how to do it or not. "I care because I'm your sister. I love you Roman and you know that, but I am not going to sit here and play 20 questions. So why don't you tell me what's bothering you now, that way we can get the hell out of the cold and drink some hot chocolate mom made."

"So, mom sent you here?"

"No, she said something was bothering you and that you needed a minute alone. I came searching for you anyway, and thought I might find you here." Roman remained silent, not really wanting to voice his problem to his sister who was literally the problem. "C'mon Roman I know you, there's something else bothering you other than not being able to hit a damn target. Tell me."

"The problem is you." Remi hadn't really been expecting that. Had she done something wrong? She tried her hardest to think back in the past couple weeks. Sure things had been tense, but that was only because their mother was pushing them harder than she ever had before in their training. She was starting to teach Roman how to use a gun, and as she herself already learned months prior, Shepherd was teaching her Russian. Besides training, Remi didn't really understand what she had did to upset her brother. She always tried to be loving and protective—in her own way of course. Roman didn't really give her enough time to fully dive deeper, think back and analyze if she messed up along these past few months, before he started to expand on his earlier statement. "The problem is you're perfect. You can grasp anything taught to you and perfect it in a week. You were able to learn two languages in a month, Remi. I can still barley speak Chinese and mom has been teaching us how to speak that for nine months."

"To be fair, Chinese is one of the hardest languages to learn." Roman gave her a pointed look, to tell her that wasn't what he was saying. "Roman I am not perfect, no one is. Some things come easy, and some don't. The key is I study and practice. How many hours a day have you spent trying to hit the target before you storm off and wait till the next day?"

"Maybe an hour."

"You can't let your anger get the better of you. I know if you focused, you could hit the the target dead center." Roman smiled at his sister, "Thanks, sis."

"And you know, I'm not perfect at everything. I can't cook like you, for one. Yo tampoco puedo comer España.”

"Well I certainly hope you wouldn't eat Spain," Roman joked, laughing at his sister's terrible attempt to speak Spanish. "You know Spanish is one of the easiest languages to learn, sis. You would think you could pick it up right away."

"I think you get the point. No need to rub it in my face." She smiled at him, content he was no longer troubled. They sat there for a couple more minutes enjoying the sound of nature, before Remi got up pulling Roman with her. "Let's go, follow me." She darted in the direction back towards the cabin, Roman almost tripping a few times over roots and on ice. She finally slowed down, and he crashed into her back rubbing the side of his face. "Geez Remi, give me a little warning next time."

"Here," he heard his sister say, shoving something into his hand. He didn't need to look down to know it was a gun. "Remi I really don't want to. I think I had enough target practice for one day."

"Do you trust me?"

"Always."

"Then do it. Aim the gun at the board." Roman lifted the gun, focusing on his target. "What if I don't hit it?"

"Just focus, breath in and out. Nothing else matters, don't let anything around you be a distraction. Pretend the only thing left in the world are you and your target. And if you miss, you'll just try again. Because you are not a failure, Ian." Roman nodded, the use of his old name not missed. He took the shot, the bullet going straight through the center of the board. "I told you you could do it." Turning around, he saw shepherd standing on the porch of the cabin, a small smile on her face. "Now are you guys coming in for hot chocolate or what, because the more it sits the colder it will get."

"Race you?" Questioned Roman. Remi smirked at him, setting off towards the cabin in a sprint, Roman close behind.

A Perfect Moment (Jeller w/ Bethany One-shot)

Author’s Note: Just a cute little scene for the in-coming December feels. I’m usually an angst writer, and don’t write much fluff, but I figured I’d try. It was supposed to be 100 words but ended up being almost 200. Anyways, hope you enjoy! If anyone has requests I’d also be more than happy to take them, except smut, lol. Don’t really write that, at least yet. DM me if you do.

O~O~O

Jane rubbed her hands together as she took her gloves off, the cold snow, having, soaked through them. The warm air was a welcome change from being out in the cold for the past hour, and as much as she loved building snowmen and throwing snowballs at her family, a break was definitely needed.

Taking off her coat and hanging it up, Jane picked up the three empty hot chocolate mugs from the small table near the door, and discarded them in the sink. Glancing through the kitchen window, she could see Kurt pretend not to notice as Bethany snuck up behind him, throwing a snowball at his back. He turned, sinking into the snow, and grabbed ahold of her, ticking everywhere he could. Jane could hear the little girl’s giggles even through the closed window.

Kurt’s blue eyes looked up and met hers. He shot her his famous crooked smile, then leaned down whispering something into Bethany’s ear. The four year old looked up, grinning, waving at Jane.

This moment was perfect, and she knew there was no where else she’d rather be than with them.

😂 And honestly I think Rich wouldn’t even be helping but but rather making all the jokes in the background, making Patterson even more frustrated as kurt is already frustrated, and Jane can just feel all this tension so that’s why she steps in to defuse the situation.

@gypsyscarfwoman completes me.

Well, this has definitely made up for a test I’m pretty sure I failed today...so thank you! 😭😂😂❤️

Blindspot: The Adventures of Wild Wifey and Hothead Husband (1/23)

Episode 1 A Wild Wifey is found naked and tattooed in Times Square. Hothead Husband spends the day trying to get her to stay in the car. In the process, he seems to lose his beloved thigh holster.

If this stuff wasn’t already copyrighted I’d tell you to do so right away because this is pure gold...this is exactly what we need!!!

You know what I want? I want a Blindspot prequel focused on Shepherd, Roman and Remi set around the time Remi joins Orion and moving forward and seeing as she’s “killed” in action and returns with Nigel Thornton and joins her Shepherd and Roman in setting up their plan. Building the whole thing, collecting all the intel, designing the tattoos, picking their targets within the governmental institutions (Kurt, Keaton, etc...) and watching them. Seeing Crawford’s role in how this whole thing started (because I really believe he had something to do with it even if Remi and Roman didn’t know), seeing Shepherd in her element as the genius mastermind and strategist and manipulator. Also Markos. I want as much Markos as I can get. And of course Cade. But mostly Markos. And Roman.

😂

Reade sassing the boss.

Bonus:

I’m late as usual, but I just wanted to wish everyone in the fandoms I am in on here a Happy Easter!! 🐰🎉❤️

I'm not sure what I expected at the end of season 2, but a two-year time skip, monks, and glowing technological tattoos definitely wasn't it

Fanfic Writers: Director’s Cut

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While I’ve taken some time away, I’d like to quickly come back to say Happy Halloween to my fandoms. Today was a good day, and I hope it was for you too, whether you celebrate Halloween or not.

Happy New Year everyone! Here’s to 2022 hopefully being a great year! 🥳

The Family (Blindspot post-s2 fic)

A/N: I wrote something again! I've been marinating for weeks on the idea of trying to write something less angsty, without the foggiest notion what it might be. Happily this arrived just in time for the new year. Is this what you'd call fluff?

Set broadly between the second last scene of 2x22 and the first scene of 3x01. Jane-centric but there's Jeller and Allie and Conor in there too. Happy new year folks :)

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Jane didn’t know much about family. Her team was the closest thing she could ever remember having to one, but everything that happened after Mayfair, after the CIA, even in the weeks after her return seemed to suggest that family was fickle, fleeting. Then she met her real family, a brother she was bound to by history and by blood, and through good and bad she thought she’d begun to understand, especially when he'd stood up to their so-called mother. But then that same brother joined that same so-called mother in trying to murder millions of people, and they never got a chance to find out if blood could love strongly enough to forgive each other's mistakes. (Hers was a very grave mistake. He was right to feel betrayed, although it didn’t excuse the attempted mass murder.)

And then Kurt said those three words, and a day or two later she said four back, and a new and puzzling sort of belonging began to unfold.

She worried that they were moving too quickly; it was Allie who told her to get over it. “Kurt said the same thing a few weeks ago,” she said, and smiled a little at the poorly-hidden anxiety that ghosted over Jane’s face. (It was not unlike the look he’d worn.) “I think he was afraid of scaring you off,” she offered as reassurance. “But I’ll tell you what I told him: you guys have danced around each other and put this off through so much, you have a lot of time to make up for. You two are great together, don’t overthink it.”

In the final weeks as Allie’s due date approached, they were already engaged. The trip to Venice had come together surprisingly last-minute; a break for the two of them ahead of his impending fatherhood, because who knew when he’d be able to get away again? She wasn’t expecting his proposal, and truth be told she wasn’t sure he was expecting it just then, either. But something about the city and the night air and the lights provided just the right kind of magic, and before she knew what was happening, the hand that held hers was tugging her to a halt and he was asking the question. There wasn’t time for a ring, but what would she have done with one anyway? Everything she needed was already holding her hand. (He would later admit that he had felt bad when she declined his offer to go shopping, but that he had also kind of adored the little furrow in her brow when she resolutely asserted that the traditional two-rings style would only have been a hindrance, because how was she supposed to punch anyone with a diamond on?)

By the time the call came that Allie had gone into labour nearly a week early, and two days ahead of his scheduled departure to Colorado, there hadn’t been a question. (At least not in his mind.) His face was a frantic mix of emotions as he stuttered something about go-bags and airports, and she placed her hand on his forearm and stood herself in front of him until he met her eyes long enough to take a few deep breaths, at which point his expression melted into a warm but nervous smile. “I’ll call the airline, and work,” he said, “you drive.” She was hard pressed to keep her eyes on the road when she heard him say, “Two tickets,” and “Yes, she’ll need the time off too.”

If three’s a crowd then four was a throng. And so she found herself in a waiting room, sitting nervously beside Conor as they, well, waited. She’d only met Conor a few times before, and her impression had always been of someone a bit stoic. A man of not-too-many words – not unlike Kurt, she mused – but perhaps less commanding, and she had a sense that he was simply reserved rather than walled-in the way Kurt was. (The way he was to everyone but her, of course.) But as they sat in the waiting room together, he engaged her in easy conversation, less about what was going on down the hall and more about general topics – his own family, his and Allie’s work, life in Denver, places that she and Kurt should see, and that maybe they should go together. It was an excellent distraction, and it made her feel welcome.

When the nurse came to tell them they were being asked for, he nervously rubbed his palms on his knees as they both stood, and they exchanged a look that was both reassuring and seeking reassurance. They walked down the corridor side by side, but as they arrived at the room the nurse had indicated, her steps slowed and she stopped in the doorway behind him. Kurt was half-seated on the edge of the bed, his left leg tucked up in front of him, left arm around Allie’s shoulders, and his right hand placed gently on the baby in her arms. A rush of a million emotions flooded Jane’s body at the sight, too many to name. (But among them, she was absolutely certain, were both joy and deep-seated fear – which was really saying something.)

The subtle shift in Kurt’s face when he saw her standing there – it was impossible that he could look any happier or more lovestruck, and yet somehow, he did – told her everything she needed to know about what he wanted for his family. Of course she needed to be there, for him; he truly wouldn’t have wanted, nor stood for it being any other way. And so she was here, the fifth person in the room. (Even if she did feel a little more like a fifth wheel.)

When Allie called her over and asked if she’d like to hold the baby – Conor was right there; she wanted Jane to go first? – her nerves returned and gripped her so solidly that she was surprised to find her feet carrying her forward of their own accord. She stepped hesitantly up beside Kurt, unsure of what to do with her hands as he gently accepted his daughter from Allie and slid forward until his other foot hit the floor. He placed the tiny bundle in Jane’s arms – how could a human be this small? – and stroked the little pink forehead with one finger while his right arm came around her waist. She was sure the little one would start screaming the moment he passed her over – she was a stranger, after all, and can't newborns tell? – but when the fat little face just scrunched up for a moment then relaxed with the biggest yawn and the tiniest sigh, everything changed. Jane didn’t think she’d ever felt bigger or smaller than she did at that moment, and when she looked up at her fiancé in wonder, she could swear his face would split open if he smiled any harder. She found herself misty-eyed, and utterly at a loss for words.

She looked down again at her future step-daughter’s face, and then around at each of the others in the room, almost as overwhelmed at their expressions as she was by the little girl herself. Conor had mirrored Kurt's earlier position on the opposite side of the bed, his arm around Allie’s shoulders, a warm and genuine smile on his face and an encouraging nod in her direction as he watched her cradling the sleepy infant. Allie looked exhausted but she glowed, all pride and love and welcome, and seemed just as gratified and truly happy to see Jane holding her child as she had looked when she was passing the baby to Kurt. And Kurt, he was misty-eyed himself, beaming down at both of them, the two greatest loves of his life. She was supposed to be there, of course she was. And then she found her words.

“Hello, little one,” she murmured with a smile, “welcome to the family.”

“I get recognized pretty often,’ Jaimie says of how life has changed since Blindspot. ‘I’ve had people tell me that Jane makes them cry, and they want to hug her.’ She pauses and laughs. ‘I get a lot of people who want to hug me,’ she says. ‘I’m like, ‘Yeah, I’ll take it. I could use a hug.’ “”

— Jaimie Alexander (via lawrencehutchersonthings)