This is the full orchestration… I wanted to post a version without the video and without the voice overs.

The vocals were done by Andy Marie….a Blindspot fan in Washington DC. (Who submitted her recordings to me over 2000 miles away) This orchestration I wrote has about 20 parts with a huge wide range of digital instruments.

The song is supposed to go through… 

1, His early life as a child, the orphanage, and his change into adulthood. 

2. The mental struggle of choosing Jane or Shepherd (I actually used “Shepherd’s theme and “Jane’s Theme” that I wrote …. and then rewrote them into this mental struggle sequence.)

3. After Zip…and the small glimpse of hope other’s had for him, and he for himself.

4. Roman realizing who he is.

5. His final struggle of choosing Jane or Shepherd.

6. Roman doesn’t choose either person… and walks away (i.e “not Jane’)

7. Flashback to his childhood… after he remembers again. 

(Note that “Roman’s theme doesn’t have an ending… because he still doesn’t know who he is… His theme never blossoms because he never had a chance to grow.)

THIS IS SO GOOOOOODDDDDDDDD

You Had Me at Balloon Animals

Title: You Had Me at Balloon Animals Summary: Please blame @gypsyscarfwoman for this. Seriously, it is all her fault. She threatened my unborn children. Or something. This is AU. Very very AU. Jane and Roman are con artists. Sarah is their target. Kurt is serving a suspension. Also it’s Sawyer’s birthday.

“Are you still sure you want to do this?” Roman asked his sister as he grabbed the eyeliner off the dresser.

“We cannot cancel now,” Jane replied, “we have to go forward with it.”

“It’s just not our usual target,” Roman said as he applied the bright colored pencil across his eyelid.

“I know,” Jane admitted, her own make up fully done, watching her brother as he put his final touches, “and it’s on me, I know, but it’s too late now to back out of it.”

“You’re getting sloppy, big sister,” Roman teased, “after all these years.”

Jane smacked her brother’s head playfully and stuck her tongue out at him. “I’m not the one who’s responsible for us having to leave LA,” she reminded him, “there was pretty good money in LA.”

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OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I WAS MISSING YOUR FICS, YAS! I LOVE THIS! <3 <3

3.03 TABLE READ

(I’ll type the whole thing up when it is not 4am but basically)

(and yes, the guy on the left and his name card both give off Ennis/Rich vibes)

OMG @kate-dammit-run. How can you even read all that? I’m gonna take your word because I see nothing jon snow. I’M SO HAPPY, THEY ARE MARRIEEEEDDDDDDDDDDDD *flailing ensues*

Thanking the heavens for your amazing infrared vision

You are Home

I have wanted to write this fan fiction desperately, but I was kind of nervous about how people would take it. But, you know what? I don’t care. 

“What if he doesn’t like me, Kurt?” Jane questioned, her voice trembling with every syllable. She mindlessly stroked the red ribbon on the teddy bear she bought three weeks ago. She adjusted the brown bear in front of her lap as they waited on a flower patterned couch in a dark lobby. “Who is going to want a Mom like me? He is going to be made fun of all of his life. He’s going to be known as the little kid with the tattooed mother.”

“You are going to be a great mom,” Kurt said as he stroked the falling tear off of Jane’s cheek. He leaned forward and slowly pressed his forehead to hers. “This kid is going to be so lucky, Janie. So lucky.”

Jane smiled gently as Kurt leaned back. He gently stroked her back as Jane traced the outline of a pink rose on the couch cushion.

“It has taken so long for us to get here.  I never thought that this day would come,” Jane muttered, her voice was soft as she thought back to the three-year journey she and Kurt had been on.

In the second year of their marriage, they started discussing children. Soon discussion turned into contemplation, and then contemplation turned into an agreement. They wanted children. They wanted a family. The thought of a little child as their own brought a smile to each of them.

They tried for months, but, they had no success. After a while, an uneasy feeling came over Jane, and she went to a doctor. After several examinations, her doctor pulled her into her office.

“Jane,” the doctor softly spoke as she stared at the stack of medical papers she was holding. The doctor gently scooted her leather chair forward closer to her desk. “Jane,” the doctor spoke again this time swallowing down hard.

“Jane, I examined you thoroughly - I came to the realization that you have been sterilized. The scarring suggests that this happened in your late childhood. Possibly the time you told me when were in the orphanage. The damage done will make it impossible for you to have children of your own.”

The doctor continued talking, but Jane couldn’t hear her anymore. The doctor’s explanation faded away as her heartbeat grew louder in her ear, and she took in a deep swallow to try to keep her lungs from escaping her mouth. Tears clouded her eyes as she wished the world would swallow her whole.

The drive home was a blur. She only glanced up once from the steering wheel to look at the children playing in the nearby park. Making it into the house was a challenge, as she could hardly see the key hole through her tear filled eyes. Her hands shook as she attempted several times to place the key in the keyhole.

Once she made it inside her house, she dropped her bag immediately to the floor and made her way to the bathroom. She stepped into the shower fully clothed and turned on the hot water. She let the water fall down over her hair and soak her clothes and shoes. She collapsed to her knees as she sobbed loudly and wailed several times, “Why?!” She pounded the white shower tile with her fists as the water washed away her tears.

She brought her knees to her chest and rested her forehead on her wet jeans.

It wasn’t long before Kurt got home. She could hear his footsteps as he walked through the house. Kurt looked through the open bathroom door and saw the shower curtain pushed to the side. Worried, Kurt walked into the bathroom and saw Jane sitting in the corner of the bathtub the water beating over her wet hair. Jane lifted her head to look at Kurt, her blank stare turned to immediate sobbing as her eyes met his.

“Jane, what’s wrong?” Kurt asked as he stepped fully suited into the shower. His hands wrapped around Jane’s face as he knelt by her side.

“I can’t have kids,” Jane explained, each word only coming out one at a time.

Kurt embraced Jane as he moved her to his lap. Jane placed her forehead into Kurt’s neck. Kurt moved Jane’s sopping wet hair out of her eyes as he spoke softly in her ear, “We’ll adopt.”

Several years later, and they found themselves in that lobby on that flower patterned sofa. Jane squeezed the teddy bear to make her hands stop shaking. Kurt placed his hand on her knee as he smiled at her. “You are going to be a great mom,” Kurt said as his smile widened ear to ear.

Jane smiled back, “You are going to be a great dad.”

They turned their heads as they heard the door open, and a blonde haired woman exited the room holding a little African child. The child’s hands were wrapped around the woman’s pearl necklace. Jane and Kurt stood up as the woman walked over to greet them.

“This is Masego,” The woman said as she gently passed the boy to Jane. Jane held the boy as she stroked his tight black curls. She laughed as tears ran down her face. Kurt played with the boy’s feet as he gently kissed the top of his head.

Jane hugged her son tight as she looked into his eyes. She stroked his warm cheeks as she whispered, “Jy is tuis.” (You are home)

Ok. This girl here suddenly likes to make me cry... <3

After trying for like two months, I actually wrote a thing. And despite threats of agnst and pain, this is straight up fluff and happiness. Hope you enjoy.

This is the cutest!!!! I loved it!!!

I’m cool, I’m cool.

I’m nowhere near cool.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM GEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE CAN IT BE SEPTEMBER ALREADYYYYYYYY????????????

Shelter from Your Storm (Part 24)

Blindspot fanfic.

(Part 1 | Part 2 |  Part 3 |  Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10| Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18 | Part 19 | Part 20 | Part 21 | Part 22 | Part 23)

So no, I’m not dead, and this fic has not been abandoned. Life has been a little crazy lately. And to be totally honest, married-but-separated canon Jeller was kind of messing with my married-but-oblivious fanfic Jeller, and it took me longer than I expected to get back into the headspace of this story.

Thanks for still being here!

Also, here you go, @kate-dammit-run and @zumbagirl8302. Please include chocolate with future nagging for faster response. ::blows kisses at you both::

Jane shifted in the chair beside Roman’s bed. It was more comfortable than the one she’d spent three hours on in the waiting room, but she still couldn’t manage to relax.

“You gonna talk about it, or just sit there and sigh all night?” Roman cracked one eye open.

“I can go. You should rest.” She put her hands on the arms of the chair, preparing to stand.

“I’m kidding.” He opened both eyes to peer at her. “How’s your head? Sure you don’t want to check in? They’ll give you the good stuff.”

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YEEEEEEEEES!!!!!!!!! It finally happeneeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeddddddddddddddddddd!!!!!! This is so beautiful! I almost died when I got the ffnet email! Thank you so much, @gypsyscarfwoman you rock!

It’s Perfect

Summary: Future Fluff

It was the ugliest thing she had ever seen.

The worst thing was - she was the one who made it. Jane knew that she wasn’t a cook, but she thought if she followed the recipe perfectly it would look like what it did in the picture. But, it resembled nothing like the picture. The middle of the cake was sunken in, and it leaned so far to the side she thought it might tip over. She tried adding the icing onto it. However, the oddly colored purple icing dripped down the sides of the cake and puddled onto white china plate it was placed on. 

If the cake wasn’t bad enough. The kitchen was a disaster. Flour covered almost every inch of the counter, and the sink was full of dirty dishes. Several broken eggs sat on the floor along with her first icing attempt and her sanity. 

She stood in the middle of the counter drenched in sweat, flour, and powdered sugar. “How did something so horrible take me all day to make?” She thought to herself as she pulled out a piece of eggshell from her hair. Jane started to add the raspberries she bought on top of the cake as she contemplated on how she was going to clean this mess up before Kurt got home. The raspberries fell into the sunken middle of the cake as she looked up at the clock. She cursed out loud as she saw the time. She was doomed.

She feverishly grabbed the dirty rag on the side of the kitchen stove to try to wipe up the puddle of milk on the edge of the counter. The rag had only made contact to the milk spill as she heard the jingle of the keys opening the door. 

Jane froze in place, as her head fell in embarrassment. She heard Kurt’s footprints get louder as he made it to the kitchen. She closed her eyes as he entered the room.

Kurt looked at the kitchen and his flour stained wife and burst out laughing. Kurt held the corner of the counter to keep him stable as his bellowing laughter filled the room.

“It’s not funny, Kurt,” Jane muttered as she lifted her head to look her husband in the eye. 

“It kind of is, Jane. I also think you missed a spot.” Kurt beamed as he dipped his middle finger into the flour on the kitchen counter and smeared it on the tip of Jane’s nose.

“Stop it, Kurt,” Jane spat as she tried desperately to hide the smile that crept to the corners of her mouth.

“What did you make?” Kurt asked as he pointed to Jane’s lopsided cake.

Jane explained, “It’s supposed to be a raspberry vanilla cake. I called Sarah, she said it was your favorite. It’s the same one -”

“That my grandma used to make,” Kurt interjected as he gazed lovingly at Jane. Kurt softly smiled as he realized what his wife had done for him.

“Yes. But, your grandma must be rolling around in her grave because I just murdered your birthday cake.” Jane frowned as her disappointment engulfed her.

Kurt chuckled as he wrapped his arms around Jane, allowing the flour to stain his blue shirt as well. He brushed the remaining parts of the eggshell out of her hair as he whispered in her ear, “Jane, the cake… it’s perfect.”

partners (jeller drabble)

Kurt realizes she’d stopped listening and so he stops talking, watches her fora moment and then follows her gaze, wondering where her mind had gone, and finds her staring worryingly at the small scar on his chest. The scar that hadn’t been there the last time she’d seen him. His fingers go up to it tentatively and then he reaches for his shirt and slips it over his head. She stops him then, silently brushing her fingers over it. “It’s nothing,” he whispers, feeling his skin shiver under her touch, the one he had missed so much.

“You got shot?” is all she can say, her eyes fixed on the it, unable to pull her fingers back.

“It was a while back,” he says, tries to reassure her, but the wound is too close to his heart and she cannot stop the sob that escapes her lips.

He brings his hand up to hers and softly takes it off his chest, pulling his shirt all the way down. “You were shot?” she asks again, finally looking up at him, her teary eyes locking with his.

He just nods, his hand still holding onto her, he squeezes gently, “I didn’t have my partner out there protecting me,” he whispers, trying to make light of the situation, but she fails to see the humor in the situation.

She suddenly throws her arms around him, crushing him in a tight hug, and she whispers against his neck, “never again,” she promises, “I’m not leaving you ever again.”

*cries endlessly*

KURT WELLER AND JANE DOE ARE HUSBAND AND WIFE

pass it on.

I don’t care how many times I’ve reblogged this 

breakfast in bed

@bookishgirl-love challenged me to write more fluffy drabbles… so here’s one.

“Shhhh, Oggie, keep it down,” Kurt said sternly looking down at the puppy that was running around by his feet, unable to keep still. “We don’t want to wake her up, not just yet,” Kurt said, focusing back on the stove top in front of him. He had so many things going on and he wanted to finish before she woke up, and not burn anything, but that damn puppy of hers just won’t stop distracting him.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get breakfast, too,” Kurt said as he started to set up the plates on the tray, “I won’t leave you to starve,” he added. 

“I swear to god, Oggie, if you blow this surprise, I’m gonna make Tasha watch you for a week,” Kurt said when Oggie started to move out of the kitchen towards the bedroom. 

Kurt was almost done setting up the surprise breakfast he was preparing for her, which included among other things, pancakes with strawberries and cream - the late night snack they had the first night they were together.

“Ok, you can wake her up now,” Kurt said, signaling for the puppy to go into the hallway towards the bedroom, following him closely with the tray.

Oggie didn’t waste any time, jumping on the bed, or rather on jumped on Jane, startling her awake.

“Ok, ok,” she mumbled, “I’m up.” She opened her eyes slowly, first seeing Oggie who was on top of her and then noticing Kurt behind him with the tray of delicious smelling food.

“What’s the occasion?” she asked as he settled down next to her and placed the tray on her lap, kissing her bare shoulder softly.

“Well,” he said, “I’ve had Rich working on a special project for the past few weeks.”

“What project?” she asked.

“Check the envelope,” he replied, pointing to the small envelope that sat on the edge of the tray.

“What’s this?” she looked at him skeptically as she took the envelope. 

He watched her closely as she opened it and pulled out the single piece of paper inside. She took one look at it before her eyes swelled with tears.

“Happy birthday, baby,” he whispered, watching her her, unable to tear her gaze away from the birth certificate in her hands.

“It’s… it’s…” she whispered, her voice cracking.

“It’s real,” he reassured her, moving closer and wrapping his arm around her, “and I mean, your birthday was two weeks ago, but we just found it two days ago. I’m sorry-”

“I love you,” she turned to him, silencing him with an unexpected kiss, “I love you so much.”

OMG OMG OMG OMG. I squealed when I got the notification, and now I’m tearing up. He found her birth certificate. THIS NEEEEEEEDS TO HAPPEN, you hear me, Mr. Gero? This is so cute. So fluffy and perfect. I love it. I’m so happy. Best break from study EVAR. Thaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanks, Yas! You are the best @kate-dammit-run

jeller drabble

He loves long evening drives on moonlit roads that seem to stretch endlessly while she fiddles with the radio trying to find a song she recognizes. She cannot sing to save her life, but that never stops her from belting out lyrics at the top of her lungs, most of the time having had to google them on her phone because she never recognizes any of the songs. He tries to keep his eyes on the road, but she makes it practically impossible. She sits sideways in her seat, turning around to face him, her legs bent under her, and she somehow finds a way to keep in constant contact with him. Her hand is either holding his, her fingers threaded through his, or she has her fingers on the back of his neck, nails scratching lightly through his short hair.

He always wishes the trip had been longer when they pull into wherever they are going because he just wants that trip to last just a little bit longer, to hear her sing off key, and the wrong words, for just a few more minutes, or feel her fingers absently teaching patterns on his skin just a few more time. So he puts the car in park but doesn’t turn it off, doesn’t unlock the doors and just pretends that they have more time. He always needs more time with her. No matter how long it’s been, it will never be enough.

This can’t be any cuter. And by all means, @kate-dammit-run take it as a challenge! :)

That Could be Enough

That Could be Enough Summary: more Venice angst. because why write fluff when you can write angst?

The rooftop of the hotel they were staying at would probably be, under any other circumstance, the most romantic location they had ever visited. But romance wasn’t on the table. At least not for them, and certainly not now. The 360 degree views it offered were mesmerizing; from the piazza on one end, to the canals on the other, and perfect city views across the horizon. But as she stood there, her gaze fixed on nothing specific and her mind busy trying to understand the events of the day, she failed to even notice the sun slowly starting to set.

She did hear him as he walked up towards her and stopped just a few steps away from where she was.

“It’s done,” he said, “if he shows up at any border, train station… anything, security will pick him up.”

She sighed and closed his eyes. “You and I both know he knows how to get past them,” she replied tiredly, “we’ve been trying to find him for two years and this is the first time we’ve managed to get a glimpse of him and he still got away.”

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