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“No idea.” He answered honestly, a long sigh escaping him afterwards. There was still plenty to be discussed between him and others, that were more than likely ready to tell him more of what an idiotic move he had made. The news of him becoming a father may only make that worse, especially when it came to Shiloh but it had to all be laid out regardless. “Okay..” Arching a brow at her curiously, he figured there was more to be said about her parents from the way she started it. For whatever reason it only actually crossed his mind in that moment that he’d have to meet her parents. Maybe because he had none of his own, for such a long time, that it always felt like a slip if they weren’t in sight. “Uh.” He racked his brain over the name, it seemed familiar in some part of his mind but he wasn’t sure why or if it was to anyone actually related to her until she went on to tell him about her father and then it began to click. “Oh, shit.” He mumbled. Of course he did. With buddies in law enforcement and with having absolutely nothing else in some places he stayed but a tv with only the news to watch, it had been hard to miss him even when Shawn was only focused on the non-human evils of the world. So maybe if he were someone who lived their lives without seeing the things he did, without living the kind of threats he has and continues to, then her father would make plenty of guys run the other way. There was a moment where he almost wanted to laugh, not that it showed on his face or that the laugh would’ve been from any real amusement but of course this happened to them. Of course someone with a father like that, would get knocked up by an idiot that summoned and sold his soul to a demon. Still he knew the severity of what she was telling him. It might’ve not been hell level threat, but it was something to think of how he’d approach when the time came. “Could say the same to you, ‘bout runnin’ if you wanted to, I wouldn’t blame ya.” He his hand up to her chin, tilting it up to make her look a him. “I ain’t runnin. Not from any demons or drug kingpin.” What twisted lives they led. Most people might’ve been shitting themselves right about now but they were also the ones who fought off three guys together in a bathroom where underground fights were taking place. “But that’s a pretty big family secret you were holdin’ onto there. He gonna try to kill me for knocking up his princess?” 

“... I mean, it’s not really important in comparison but...” She figured he should know? Her parents ( father for sure ) would want to meet him, it was better to pre warn him. Though she couldn’t help but feel like she was putting some weird metaphorical tumour on top of his confession not 10 minutes ago. Honestly, the entire thing made her feel a bit sick ( she paled, once again. damn hormones. ) “Mm,” she almost pulled her face from his prompt but chose not to, though her eyes were quite clearly troubled ( from his confession, from hers too. ) “I’ve been running for ten years now. Took me eight of them to realise that it didn’t actually matter where I went, or how under the radar I thought I was, he always found me. I don’t actually mean that I was running from him, because I wasn’t.” She thought to clarify considering how it sounded. “I was running from what he expected of me. And then a couple years ago I decided to stop moving around and... Here I am, I stayed for my Grandma, who also wants to meet you, by the way. But you don’t need’a worry about her.” Mila nodded, puffing out a breath, she felt like she was heating up. This entire conversation was a lot to try and process, it was clearly getting to her. “... I know. But the whole ‘my papi is a drug lord’ just wasn’t really something I wanted to share.” Yeah, she was ashamed, she wouldn’t deny it, not to him - because that was the only reason she hadn’t already told him... Shame. “No, I mean, he isn’t-- he’s not bad.” And here came her blind spot, that part of her that saw the drug lord and the caring family man - a fine line she hadn’t ever been able to walk. This man was her dad, her kin, it wasn’t possible for her to hate him. “He’s just... He’s old fashioned. Honestly, if anything -- he will probably expect you to marry me. You know, that kinda old fashioned... But considering I’ve defied him for ten years now, I wouldn’t worry.” She paused, almost audibly whimpered and shook her head. “No, I am worried. But only because of the situation.” Mila dropped her head down to the counter and took a much-needed breath. Her emotions were besting her, once more. This was just too much, meeting her parents seemed so unimportant when Shawn was facing an eternal hellish sentence. “I might be psychic but I can’t tell you how he’s going to react to any of this.” She spoke, truthfully, picking up her head to unzip the baggy jacket and take it off -- she was overheating, she felt surrounded, in a way, unsettled and trapped, it prompted her left hand to splay against her chest once the jacket was dumped. Though by doing so, she revealed her bump, the bump that actually Shawn hadn’t seen. Considering how far along she was, it was noticeable by a long shot. And not just that, but the baby? It was kicking. “Come here.” Mila took another breath, holding her hand out to take his, she waited for him to move around, be close enough before she turned his palm and pressed it against the spot on her stomach. “I never found out the gender, but my instinct is telling me he’s a boy.” And obviously, her instinct was a psychic one so it was basically confirmation enough. “I’m not going to run. If I did, I’d only run if you run with me.” She attempted a smirk, giving off a slow, calming exhale soon after. “We’ll be ok.” Nodding, she then looked up at him in wonder. “Right?”

Frankie, I hate to tell you this…

LOCKE & KEY | 1x01 “Welcome to Matheson”

Are you okay? I mean, I know none of us are okay, but … you seem really far away.

Wir Sind Die Welle (2019—)

#current sexuality? inbar lavi tazing a guy in the balls

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“Am I wrong?” He countered instead of answering the question point blank. “I’ll make sure to write it with a red pen so it really shows how important it is.” He joked, huffing out a laugh as he crossed his arms looking up at the sky. His smile grew a bit when she said she believed him, only nodding his head in acknowledgment of hearing her. He didn’t say anything else on it, his subconscious knowing better than to push the boundaries of the comfortable place he was in with joking on it. “Well, I didn’t say I wouldn’t.” He turned his head to look at her again, glancing at the hood like there was a sudden mental image of it but if there had been it would’ve been quickly swatted away by the nickname that caused him to pull a face. “Bazil Brush?” He had no idea what it was in reference to but he imagined it was something ridiculous that would make him laugh. “Neither.” He answered honestly, although out of the two it would’ve leaned more towards the gambling if he had to pick. “Just a way to pass the time. You know, the same way people read a book or bake a cake.” It was amusing to put something that would normally land someone ordinary in jail if caught besides acts that were more innocent but for Baz, the two were the same. “Why do you do it? Chasing a rush?”

“Yes. A strange concept I know.” She teased. Putting a soft pout on her lips, she pressed a hand over her heart as if she was touched ( until the visual of him writing in a diary tore a laugh from her. ) “Nor did I say I would.” Just putting that out there in-case she’d made herself sound easy, though for some reason she felt like he knew she wasn’t. “Google it later, I think you’ll find it’s an accurate description.” She laughed, knowing ( or hoping ) he would see the funny side like she did. “You’re not into baking? I think you’d look good in an apron.” Smiling, she decided it was obvious that this wasn’t the most common way to pass the time but who was she to judge. Maybe he was just chasing a rush too? “Something like that, gotta get your fix somewhere, right?” Lucy shrugged. “But mainly I just enjoy beating cocky men. Between you and I, I might have done this professionally also.” Pressing a finger to her lips that did little to cover the mischief, she decided to trust that he wouldn’t tell anyone. Not that it was against whatever rules they had here but it would totally ruin her element of surprise. Since moving to NOLA she opened up a garage, racing legally had taken a back seat. “I function better when there’s danger of some kind involved, I’ve no clue how to live an ordinary life.” Damn, wasn’t that the truth ( it spoke volumes for her sanity, for sure. ) “What about you? Nothin’ that gets your blood buzzing?” Since he’d hinted that it wasn’t being here, she was curious if there was something he enjoyed the way she enjoyed racing.

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Her pointing out she was armed did little for Shawn to feel the need to move away from her. Never judge a book by its cover right? But the tiny look to her along with the words she was choosing to say in trying to stand tall made her seem even tinier. Either way it didn’t matter since she was the first to move away and he only continued to look her up and down. There was something familiar about her, but it was easily confused with his paranoia. Besides, it wasn’t like he was expecting such a bomb to drop out of the sky. Plenty of crazy things had and could happen to him and Shawn wouldn’t think twice about it, simply nod his head accepting that his life was made up of crazy events but another family member? Somehow, that seemed craziest. Sarah sounded right, at least if he was remembering correctly. His mother’s family was a mystery for the most part, only getting a slip of a story here and there. He probably could count the stories he got from his mother about anything at all on one hand. She was right on them all being ghosts, for the most part that was how they went about their lives as any hunters would. So if she was telling the truth, if this girl went to these lengths to find them because she was their sister…what the hell was he supposed to do with that? How was he meant to wrap his head around something like that? “You learn that a bunch of people are practically ghosts with little paper trail and you decide it’s a good idea to approach one of ‘em by yourself?” He glanced back over in the way they both had earlier, since she wasn’t entirely on her own but whoever was with her wasn’t close enough to be able to do anything if Shawn was looking to pull something. It was hard for him to think of what she was saying as true. It wasn’t something that settled easily and was simply accepted especially for someone who constantly lived in denial. Then again, when the girl was born was around that time his mom had disappeared. She had always been a lot of things and he knew she was capable of so much, but had his mom really been pregnant, given birth, and returned to pick them up from the Miller’s without a single word….shit. “Give me the file.” Putting his hand out he waited for her to hand it to him. 

“Yeah, I did. In broad daylight with my boyfriend sitting in our car recording everything. Maybe it does little to protect me if you wanted to go all psycho killer but at least you’d be jailed for it, karma comes back around and all that crap. I’m seventeen, not stupid, I said nothing about this being a good idea.” More like a calling, something she had to do to find out where she really came from. Besides, having no idea of the supernatural infestation in this city really aided in her belief that all there was to worry about was in-fact, human psychos. Now those she had met plenty of. Maz held out the file, deciding not to push her luck by saying anything, she was just grateful he even wanted to take a look. Then again... “Are you this hostile to everyone or am I just lucky?”