Violet.

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★ - drag my muse by the arm ⁂ - grab my muse by the front of their shirt, possibly shoving them back ✱ - take my muse by the hips to carefully move them out of their way ➜ - smack my muse upside the head ⌧ - grip my muse by the back of the neck © - put a hand on my muse’s back to steer them somewhere ✂ - point sternly at a chair and tell my muse to sit down ✉ - push my muse back down when they try to get out of bed (perhaps involving illness, injury, or sleep deprivation) ☛ - press a finger to my muse’s lips to shut them up ♚ - put a hand on my muse’s knee while sitting next to them, to discourage them from standing up ♧ - slap my muse’s hand away from something they shouldn’t touch ♦ - grab my muse’s hair and yank ♤ - slam a door shut before my muse can leave the room ♞ - physically pick my muse up and carry them ♭ - grip my muse’s jaw to make them look yours in the eye ♨ - rub my muse down with a sponge/wet cloth  ☀ - pin my muse with their arms behind their back ☠ - slam my muse into a wall ☾ - wrestle/pin my muse to the ground

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“ -That’s… awesome. Great.”                        He made the effort to keep reminding himself     that his team and himself (and every other acquaintance     with remarkable abilities he could think of) already had     their hands full with people who defied the current scientific     paradigm to add supernatural beings to the list, and that     even if they went after them, they would have no idea where     to look or what to do if they ever happened to stumble upon     them in the first place.                       It was a good thing she had take it onto herself to     give him the ease he was failing to give himself, now able, as     he brought his hand up to rest on hers, to remind himself that     there were people like her, with her skills, her experience and     her stamina that would take care of what he was still having a     hard time wrapping his head around, wherever in the world     that may be.  “ -Is that how it works? Do you guys…     pass it down from generation to     generation?”                      The fact that he couldn’t see himself involved in the     process of supernatural hunting first hand didn’t mean that he     couldn’t familiarize himself with that world; especially since it     played such an important role in Violet’s life and—— as it turned     out, she played a very important role in his.  “ -Wh— I mean, I wouldn’t be so quick to     thank me, you are gonna have to spend     most of our time there teaching me about     local history and Celtic lore… And it’s March     14th. Just… y’know, for the record.”                       Needless to say that he didn’t need anything for his     birthday, but as long as they were in the mood for sharing.  “ -Uh, well, he’s my best friend so he definitely     knows you exist. I’m gonna be very grateful     if he says yes, obviously, which he probably     will but… you know, it’s gonna mean exposing     his biggest secret to somebody else, I can’t     make that decision for him, so.” 

Emily couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at the angry tirade that she received but she wasn’t shocked. She recognised the same stubborn pride in herself, the kind of pride that meant not going to a hospital when it was clearly needed and instead trying to carry on as if everything was fine. A part of her would respect that if this girl wasn’t also being very frustrating.

“The one acting like the twat is you.” Emily said firmly. She could be exactly as stubborn and maybe more so than this girl could “And obviously you’re also either stupid or seriously deluding yourself if you think that’s going to stop bleeding and heal up all fine in a minute. I know a bad injury when I see one.”

Honestly, she should just walk away and leave this girl to whatever pissy mood she was clearly in, but Emily found herself instead rifling through her pockets instead. If the girl was paying attention she would have noticed that perhaps her pockets were too deep for what she could see but eventually she did pull out a small roll of gauze. Usually she’d have kept what First Aid supplies she had for herself but that wound did look bad from what she could see of the blood.

“Maybe use this before you bleed out and I have to take you to the hospital personally.” she said, throwing the gauze to the other girl.

  -The gauze practically hit Violet in the head, and had it not been for her    rather quick reaction she may have had yet another reason to spit fire    at the stranger; she disliked both being disrespected and being coddled,    and right now she was contending with both those things at once. Her     scowl soured further. “ -Believe it or not, I know how to take care     of myself. I’ll deal with it myself once I’m     home. And I have my own bandages, cheers.”                        She threw it back as deftly as she had caught it.  “ -Remind me how you’re involved with this?”                        Feigning confusion, her eyebrows knitted together as     she gestured to her leg. “ -Feel free to piss off any time.”

  -The room was filled with yellow lightning time and time again while     Barry dashed back and forth, arranging and re-arranging, shifting     things from one place to the other, emptying shelves and drawers     and hangers to make room for Violet’s belongings. He knew, of course,     that she was used to living off the clothes in her bag more so than     anything else, but perhaps all that recently liberated space around     their home could serve as a motivator to fill that space with things     that did not necessarily belong to one or the other—— but to both.                            He took a seat on the armrest of the couch as he took     a moment to take a look around and decide whether or not he     was sufficiently satisfied with the work he had done making room for     Violet around the loft. He caught himself exhaling a chuckle every now     and again, because for every corner he laid eyes on came a memory.     And the more he recollected, the gladder he became they had agreed     on taking that step forward.                             By the time the knock came at the door, he was all     but delighted. He rushed to the door but there was not a flicker of     electricity emanating from him. Excited as he was, the thought of     turning to his superspeed did not even cross his mind. Why would he     want to speed through such a milestone?                             Crossing his arms over his chest with a bright grin, as     though welcoming a door-to-door salesperson selling something     genuinely interesting, he listened and nodded along to her greeting.     Then an even wider grin broke out and he reached over for her waist     to pull her close, welcoming her with a proper kiss in what was now     THEIR home.  “ -Welcome home.”

  -Violet was sure that the loft would become familiar enough to be     a home eventually, but this was where she really belonged; pressed    to him, breathless with laughter and childish exhilaration, she was    as comfortable as she could ever be. Trusting arms wound around     his neck as her torso pressed flush to his, the bags she had been    carrying dropped carelessly to the floor. As scared as she was about    taking this step, she knew full well that Barry was the person to get     her through it, bit by bit.                 Had it not been for the car full (well, half-full, if that) of    belongings needing their attention she might have wound her    legs around him and given him a proper greeting- they had    forever for all of that, now, though, so with a rueful grin and     a thundering pulse she made herself pull away. “ -So, do you want to help with the boot    full of scary stuff or the pitifully small    collection of clothes and other things?    You’re going to have to see the sharp    stuff eventually, I’m just not sure I trust    you not to hurt yourself.”              The mild jab was accompanied by a little smirk and another    quick peck on the lips. Despite being sure of their decision - really,    she was - she still felt uncomfortable at the idea of Barry seeing     just how many weapons and other bits of defensive hunting     equipment usually lived in her car. He knew about it, obviously,    but she wasn’t sure that hunting Violet had ever truly become    a part of his perception of her. Thank God they were disgustingly    in love at this point; she would have at least a little while before     that side of her sunk into his psyche enough to put him off.  “ -Come on. I’m sick of living out of my    car. Let’s do this.”

“Maybe you should watch where you’re going next time.” Emily shot back, unwilling to admit fault and not in the mood to be snarked at by a stranger “Or maybe don’t walk so slowly some of us have places to be too!”

Of course what wasn’t said was that the “place” she had to be involved the possibility of some kind of freaky nonsense maybe involving aliens or monsters or something similar. Most people didn’t tend to have that kind of problem but such was Emily’s life. The last thing she needed was some girl being annoying when she could clearly see that she was in a rush and needed to get to where she was going with as little delay as possible.

“The hospital is that way, by the way, helps if you’re going in the right direction to begin with.” she added, thumbing the way she had been coming when she noticed the familiar growing stain on the girl’s clothes. She knew a bad injury when she saw it, hell, she had been this girl several times before and likely would be again in the future.

“ -I don’t need a fucking hospital, I     need everyone to leave me the     fuck alone for a few minutes and    then I need to get to my car. No    need to be a complete twat, is    there?”                       Scowling, Violet attempted to roll up her jeans to assess     the damage; when this proved impossible, she spat out a few choice    swear words under her breath and shut her eyes, trembling fingertips     rubbing at her temples. Had the wound been any older it would have     been fine, but it had only just started to tentatively knit itself back     together. The combination of friction from the denim and sudden     impact to the leg had meant that, instead of holding her skin together    so it could heal, the crude stitches had ripped it further. Fantastic. “ -I was walking slowly because of my     quite literally bloody shin- and now    you’ve reopened the fucking stitches    I’m going to walk even slower, so     you’ve really played yourself here.”

“ -So playing the long game would actually work,     is that what you’re trynna tell me?”             He was teasing, of course, and the bright grin on his lips confirmed     it together with the way he had laughed at the thought of him being able     to have come up with such a machiavellic scheme right on the spot.     Nevertheless, he had to admit he would have been displeased to learn     that was true.              For as long as he could remember, he had wanted to be a father.     After all, he had been raised by wonderful, loving parents (both biological     and adopted), nurtured and looked after in spite of all the pain he     had experienced; it was only logical he would want a child in which to     pour all of that love he had been fortunate enough to have—— then     again, he occasionally remembered, his half of the deal was always     the easiest, being spared of pregnancy, labour and all of their     consequences.  “ -Well, I mean… as long as I’m manipulating you…”             He paused, using his free hand to dig into his pocket and retrieve     his phone. Now he was nowhere ready to raise a child; if that idea     ever became a plan to be actually executed, it would have to be way in     the future. However, having been exposed to Joe’s tendency to share     every minute of Jenna’s short life with the rest of the family, he couldn’t     help the urge to share it with the rest of the world as well.              Which was why he searched for his favorite picture of her yet, in     her fuzzy pajamas and offering her parents a big-eyed, endearing,     incomprehensive gaze, and turned the screen towards Violet for her to see. 

  -Violet’s instinctive reaction, upon seeing the photo, was to push     him away in frustration; physically push him, with her hands, as    she groaned and fidgeted in her inability to cope. God, that little     girl was adorable.  “ -Stop. Stop, stop, stop! Imagine this,    right- my already irritable arse flooded    with hormones, constantly nauseous    and probably throwing up every day-    me getting all antsy because I can’t    work, swelling to the size of a fucking    house-”                  She puffed her cheeks out in demonstration, though     she was on the brink of laughter, so the performance didn’t    last long. “ -And then giving birth. Really? Are    you kidding me with that shit? You     can’t even imagine what that is going    to feel like. Neither can I, but I don’t    want to know. She’s cute, sure, but    is a face like that worth nine months    of being a disgusting, sickly blob?”                 The truth was, the physical side of things was only the     tip of the iceberg. Violet had no clue as to how one was supposed    to care for a child effectively; having been almost exclusively    raised by her brother, and that childhood being a little on the     shaky side, she didn’t have a particularly reliable map for this    sort of thing. She had come a hell of a long way in terms of     emotional development, but she didn’t trust her own progress    enough to gamble a kid’s childhood on it.              ...Jenna was really cute, though. Shit. “ -You’re a dickhead. A colossal dickhead.”

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 -Barry couldn’t help the bright grin that spread across his features

  nor the way he shook his head in disbelief. She was adorable. Not

  only that, she was making genuine process that she was actually

  proud of, which only made her all the more endearing.

               The only thing that made him happier than her happiness

  was knowing she was beginning to feel more comfortable around him,

  free to talk about a non-immediate future. 

“ -You know there’s no pressure though,

    right?”

               he reassured her nonetheless as he draped an arm around

    her shoulders. 

“ -My foster dad just had a baby so… that’s

    pretty much all we’ve been talking about

    lately. Doesn’t mean I want anything to

    happen right away.”

  -She had never been good at planning for the future; the future 

   represented commitment, either to a hope she didn’t have or to

   an idea she wasn’t sure of, and it was easier to claim that she 

   loved to live spontaneously than to risk committing to the wrong

   thing. Kids, of course, were an especially problematic topic. When

   you committed to those you really couldn’t go back.

             Violet was sure of Barry, though. He was the right thing. 

   They had been together for quite a while before she officially

   moved in, but now that their belongings mingled together on

   the bedroom floor and she woke up to him as many mornings

   as she could, something had changed - well, she could see it. 

   She could see a future stretching out ahead of them, one full

   of evenings in and cups of tea and, if they were lucky, the odd

   trip or two to keep things exciting. She hadn’t planned much

   past that, not being one for marriage or other traditions, but

   she wasn’t against them. They were possibilities, finally. There

   were options. 

             Babies had never really been on Violet’s radar. And yet, 

   tucked under his arm, looking up at those big, sappy eyes...

   Shit, she might just have to start thinking about it.

“ -I think I’d rather you pressured me.

   Then I could just say a hard no and

   be done with it- But you’re playing the

   long game, aren’t you? You’re going

   to show me your foster dad’s kid and 

   start pointing out all the babies on the

   street, and you’ll turn the puppy eyes

   on me, and I’ll completely forget how 

   disgusting pregnancy is-”