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[vi-tamine]

Heyyyyy!!!

If you are up for it, I'd love to see you write a Silco x Reader Story🙏🏻

Reader was like an older Sibling to Powder, Vi, Mylo and Clagger, making sure the kids were always okay. So that day, when almost everyone died and Silco took in Powder/Jinx, Reader went with them to keep an eye on Jinx. They turn more into a Parental Figure over time for her. Reader and Silco hated each other at first but tried to remain civil for Jinx. Over time feelings developed and both are in denial. So basically Enemies to Lovers.

Also Reader takes care of like the Bar, since they have already worked there when Vander was still alive. [Either behind the counter as a Bartender or as like Security]

Idc if its Fluffy or Angsty or smutty or smth!

I just need more Silco x Reader🙏🏻😭

at home (silco x reader)

words: 1517

genre(s): fluff, angst (i think..)

warnings: none

n/a: im sooo happy!!! thank u so much for requesting me!! this is my first request and i'm kinda nervous about it! i hope you like it and enjoy it a little!! i did my best!! want to remember that english isn't my first language, so im sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes, but this also helps me to improve :]

You were twenty years old when it all happened. When Mylo and Claggor died and Vi ran away after all the tragedy trying to rescue Vander from Silco's hands. You were the oldest of the three sisters, always under your care, even though you allowed them some freedom for their “missions” you always kept an eye on your sisters, in case it was necessary to get them out of some trouble. 

That day, you went to help your brothers get Vander back, making Powder promise not to move from the basement. When the whole mess happened, you were barely aware of whatever was going on. One of your arms had been trapped under the rubble and you heard Powder's distant cries for Vi to come back for her. As best you could, you pulled yourself together, pushed away the debris over your arm and made your way to find the youngest of your sisters, the one that sounded closest. The crying seemed to be weaker, and when you looked up Silco had his arms around her as she hugged him, right next to Vander's lifeless body. You approached cautiously, brow furrowed at the whole unfamiliar situation. 

“Stay away from her” you addressed Silco with a firm voice and furrowed brows. He did so without complaint, looking at you, keeping his composure and probably waiting for a move on your part that never came.  Powder turned to look at you, her blue eyes brimming with tears. She hugged your legs, and before you knew it, you were both leaving with Silco and his people. 

Seven years later you decided to take Vander's place in “The Last Drop”. Silco “signed it over” to you while he took one of the rooms to be his office. You were a little grateful that he would let you carry on the legacy of the one he once considered his brother. 

You poured one last drink before Jinx sat down on one of the stools and rolled your eyes as you watched her turn in on herself. “Get your feet off the stool if you're going to be sitting here” you scolded her as you cleaned one of the glasses and poured her the juice she always asked for. “Thank you~” she thanked taking a sip from the straw. “I've been working on one of those grenades I showed you, and even though it explodes poorly, it's getting more and more powerful!” she explained somewhat excitedly as she looked at you with a slight smile. During all these years your sister had grown more than you would have liked. Sometimes nostalgia hit you, and all you could think about was how much older she had gotten and how rebellious and uncontrollable she had become.

 Mylo and Claggor's death and Vi's abandonment left some aftereffects on your sister. Jinx was the name she had decided to adopt after Vi called her that name before abandoning her to her fate without even knowing if you were alive. Together with Silco you had raised her, and although you always tried to take her on a healthy and untroubled path, she ended up paying more attention to Silco than to you. 

During all these years your vision of Silco was changing, and all the resentment and anger you had towards him, had been loosening when you saw the love and effort he put in wanting to take care of your sister. Your attitude towards him became more passive, and his attitude towards you became sweeter and more protective. You both had your sister, Jinx, as your priority. 

“Be careful with those gadgets or someday your finger will explode.” you joked with your sister as you leaned your elbows on the bar to look at her. “I do know how to build inventions, sis, not like you” she joked with you before getting a tap on her shoulder from you. You rolled your eyes letting out a light chuckle. “By the way, Silco wants to see you” he spoke as he rubbed his shoulder with a pout. You frowned and sighed. “You take care of the drinks for a while then” you stepped out from behind the bar, you watched out of the corner of your eye as Jinx hopped over the bar to tend to the customers and scolded her for it before walking up to Silco's office.

You felt your heart beating stronger and stronger as you got closer to Silco's office. Since a few days ago your vision of the man who had given (somehow) shelter to you and your sister, apart from starting to respect him, perhaps your feelings towards him had taken a different direction, a more romantic one. Every night you told yourself that it was wrong, if you thought about it, it was against your morals and principles to like Silco, so you tried to hold back that feeling as much as you could. 

You knocked on the door, and after hearing a low “Come in”, you entered the room, allowing you to see Silco in his chair as usual and Sevika next to him. They both looked at you, and with a slight gesture, Silco had Sevika leave the room, closing the door behind her. You sat down in the chair in front of the table, sighing and making yourself comfortable as you noticed how her gaze was fixed on you. 

“What is it this time, what has Jinx done to what-” you couldn't finish formulating the sentence Silco cut you off. “Your sister is out of jail” your back and your whole body started to bristle. “With the help of a Piltover enforcer.” You discovered that Vi had been arrested and sent to Stillwater. Seven years later she seemed to have gotten out. A confused feeling invaded your body. You were happy, your sister had been released. And at the same time you were filled with rage, she had abandoned you and your sister. Then came the feeling of guilt, you were the oldest, much older than them, and you had let your sister be arrested, you had not fought for her. You swallowed and immediately got up from the couch. “Don't let Jinx know. Not yet, at least.” you left the room without even looking or listening to what Silco would have to tell you.

. . . . . . 

Later that night, having just closed the bar and with only the music to keep you company, you finished putting the last chairs back on the tables and mopping the floor. Before you even went to sleep you decided to pour yourself a shot of whiskey. You sat on the freshly cleaned bar and, with your mother's favorite song playing in the background, you thought about everything. Your parents, your sisters, brothers, Vander, Silco, everything. The alcohol scratched your throat as you thought about how you were going to confront Vi at some point, what you would say to her, how she would be, how she would react to seeing who you were with. Maybe she would understand you if she realized you were doing it all for Jinx. Maybe she would martyr you if she knew about your feelings for Silco. 

“May I have some?” a voice from behind you shuddered. Turning slightly to grab a glass, you saw Silco planted behind you. You nodded wordlessly, pouring for him as well and watching as he took a long sip. He looked back at you. “Why the long face?” he asked. You laughed wryly. “As if you didn't know” you replied clicking your tongue. You didn't want to talk down to him, but your feelings at that moment were what they were. He seemed to understand, he didn't add a word.

 He set the glass down on the bar and one of your hands rested on your shoulder, lightly trailing down your arm. “She's going to understand.” he simply said. You shook your head, also dropping the glass and looking sideways at him. “She's not going to understand. She can't. I don't blame her. I'm a horrible sister.” you sighed. You felt like your eyes were going to release tears at any moment. You noticed Silco's rough hand touch yours, embrace yours with his fingers and with his thumb caress the back of your hand. You let yourself be touched. “We should have left, Silco. We don't belong here. It's not our place. I should have taken Pow-” you couldn't finish your sentence Silco had crashed his lips to yours. You couldn't even react when he broke away. You looked at him still dumbfounded. 

“If she doesn't understand, we're going to make her understand. But don't you ever, ever, ever say again that you don't belong here. You do. You belong by my side,” and when he finished speaking you couldn't help but kiss his lips back. Your heart had just exploded like a bomb, and Silco had detonated it. There were probably going to be repercussions, surely none of this was going to go well, but for the first time, when you were dancing in his arms, you felt at home again.

[the-flower-ranchers]

It's finally time for a Beach Vacation Arc!!!!!

Jimmy felt his wings shake with anticipation as he and his partners exited the rift into the Limited Life server. The open air washed over them, shaking up the canary's feathers, flickering through Tango's flames, and ruffling Scott's dress. Just as he'd told 💜, he wore an elegant silver-sky blue sundress that came down to his knees.

"So we left the cattle in the pasture with the dogs to look after them, the chickens have enough feed and water to survive the till monday, I turned off all the redstone before we left... Oh! Did anyone let the Anons know we weren't gonna be home?"

"Of course, Jimmy. I left a note on the front door, the door to the Ranch, the barn door, the kitchen counter, the living room TV, the-"

"I get it, I get it- Thanks Scott." He took his boyfriend's hand as they walked.

Tango smiled, gazing around at the server. "I'm gonna run ahead and see if I can spot anyone!" Without waiting for an answer, the blazeborn took off in a bounding sprint. Just as Jimmy and Scott caught up to him by the clock tower, Jimmy spotted the familiar frame of one of its former residents just a couple hundred blocks away. He dropped the bags he was carrying and clumsily flew after them. He exclaimed in delight as he slammed his entire body into Scar's muscular back. "BAM!"

"Oh my goodness!" Scar said quickly in his fright. "Man, you scared the living daylights out of me!"

Grian turned around, wincing as the startled cat on his shoulders dug her claws through his red sweater. "Yippee, Tim's here!" The three of them exchanged greetings for a moment as Jimmy's partners finally caught up to him.

"Sup G!" Tango fist-bumped the avian and immediately started petting Jellie. The five of them arrived at the small pocket beach just as the sun hit its peak in the sky.

Scott immediately began gushing about how much he loved the colors of the green grass against the crystal blue water, and how the rainbow tips of coral were like sprinkles. Joel must have arrived long before any of them, as he was already setting up a bed in the pavilion. Scott teasingly waved to him, and the man instantly rolled his eyes. "Heyyyyy Joeellll." Scott called. "Love the fake abs, did you borrow them from your hermitcraft skin?"

"These ones are real, you prick. Unlike your lashes!"

Scott gasped mockingly, but giggled to himself quickley after.

As Grian flew overhead and dropped off his and Scar's bags, Joel chuckled gleefully. "Oi! I thought you were a seagull for a moment there!"

"Haha." Grian landed next to him without warning, making the man flinch unexpectedly.

"Where's Lizzie? I-" Tango asked, coming up the the water line as he shouted for Joel's answer. He is was interrupted as Scar raced past him, flinging himself into to the water.

"Cannonball!!!!!"

Jimmy put his wing over Tango for a moment as some water splashed out of the river. "Maybe we should set up an umbrella for you, just in case." He jokingly suggested.

Joel called back to Tango. "Oh, Lizzie? You'll see her in a minute!"

Scar still hadn’t resurfaced, causing Grian to lean over the fencing of the pavilion as his eyes darted across the surface of the still water. "If I have to jump in after that fool- Scar!"

At that moment, the head of his partner popped out of the water. "W- woah woah woAH-" Scar's entire body was lifted out of the water by a giant blue hand. The three hermitcrafters were stunned as Lizzie, wearing her empires skin, surfaced.

Jimmy struggled to fly up and greet her while she held the very confused man."MY BAMBOOZLERS-"

"BAM!" She interrupted as she playfully knocked him out of the air. The canary and the vex-hybrid plunged into the water as she laughed somewhat maniacally.

"Wow, you are massive." Tango shook his head clear. "Is this an Empires thing?"

"Yup, I'm the Ocean Queen." She tried and failed to sassily flip her drenched hair. Joel called from the island, "You look amazing, babe!" He then turned to Grian and whispered something to him eagerly.

Jimmy crawled out of the water with his wings dragging heavy behind him, laughing and yelling with his Wild Life allies. Grian grabbed Joel's arm and carried him down to the beach. "Tim! Shake off and get over here, we got something for you!" Grian stood back as the canary shook buckets of water off his feathers.

"What's up?"

"Close your eyes." Joel said, taking something out of his inventory. Jimmy hesitantly obliged, and once he did Joel slid something onto the canary's face. "We figured it was gonna be fairly sunny while we're out here soooo-"

When he opened his eyes, all three of them were wearing mathcing black sunglasses. At first, Jimmy flinched, but he quickly lunged forward and scooped the other two into a giant hug.

"Ayyyyyy!!!! The bad boys are BACK!"

(Ooc: ASKS ARE BACK OPEN 🥳 I kid you not y'all, I was in physical pain going without posting on this blog for so long. We are in our beach episode arc, and I am so excited!)

[j0eyj0rdis0n]

HEYYYYY i just wanted to say i love ur work <3 and secondly

i wanted to ask if you’ve seen the a24 movie pearl (2022)? cuz like i had a creepypasta request idea based of a pearl scene😭 it’s where toby gives fem-reader like stockholm syndrome and she becomes really clingy to him. And so one day he tells her that he’s gonna be right back and reader starts overthinking and assuming that he’s leaving her forever. AND THENNN she says the infamous pearl lines “NO! WHY ARE YOU LEAVING ME IF I DIDNT DO ANYTHING WRONG! I DONT UNDERSTAND I THOUGHT YOU LIKED ME!!!!”.

then they have a huge fight to which it turns into reader trying to hurt toby and toby just calming her down in anyway tehe :3

Hey love! I unfortunately haven't seen the movie as I'm not really one for movies at all, but I've certainly seen this clip circling on TikTok. It was super intriguing and it made me want to see it but I just haven't had the chance. For not seeing the movie I hope that this is at least somewhat accurate! Thank you for the ask!

Also I have some works ready for Kinktober! I only picked some of the prompts, I’ll start on day 6 so get ready!!

WHY ARE YOU LEAVING ME?! - "TICCI" TOBY

"Y/N I'll be back s-soon. Ma-asky has been in a s-shit mood 'bout this mission." Toby grumbled as he tied his boots.

"What..?" You looked up at him quickly from the dishes you were washing. "Why are you leaving me...?"

"Y/N, it's j-just for a m-mission." He sighed, realizing that this would be coming the longer he kept you here with him alone. "P-promise it won't be long."

The look of confusion and hurt on your face was evident. He hated it when you got upset like this. How was he supposed to explain any further that it was only a short mission? He felt like he couldn't ever explain anything to you. It was starting to get rather irritating too.

"You don't want to stay with me?" You questioned, your tone slowly growing angry. Your hands letting a plate clatter to the counter.

"Don't st-start with that. I told you! A sh-short mission!" His tone began to match yours, with a rough twang of anger. He tied his boots up with white knuckles before standing up and glaring at you.

"Don't leave me!!" You screamed, not bothering to wipe your wet hands off as you grabbed his wrist. "Why don't you love me?! I haven't done anything wrong!! Why do you keep leaving?!" Your voice grew hoarse as you screamed louder, practically begging for him to stay. "Toby please! Please don't leave!" You tried to pull his hand from the doorknob with tears streaming down your face.

"L-let go Y/N! I have t-to go!" He shouted back, ripping his arm from your grasp and throwing the door open.

"NO! NO! DON'T LEAVE ME!" You cried, watching him walk out in a huff.

You ran after him, kicking up dirt with each long stride. You grabbed onto his shirt, trying to drag him back inside. "Please Toby! Please I need you!"

He shrugged off your advances, continuing down the dirt road. If he wanted you for himself so badly then why was he leaving?! They had more than enough manpower to get missions done without him. You could barely survive without him! How dare he leave you like this! His pace didn't stop you from continuing your chase. Picking up a hatchet leaning against the picket fence you ran with rage in your eyes and anger in your heart.

"You're not leaving!!" You shouted, bringing the hatchet above your head, ready to swing at him.

He turned quickly, dodging your swing and wrestling the hatchet out of your small hands. "What on e-earth do you think y-you're doing?!" He shouted, throwing the hatchet far into the dirt as he got up in your face. "You're going to k-k-kill me for trying ta' leave? What the f-fuck is your problem!?" He took a moment to pause, staring you down with a look that could probably kill. "Get the f-fuck inside. Now."

When you didn't respond to his words, he grabbed your wrist with enough force to shatter it completely, dragging you towards the house. He threw you on the couch, pointing an accusing finger at you as he continued his yelling spree.

"I do all this for y-y-you! Be fuckin' grateful!"

It was only when he saw tears spring to your eyes that he went quiet. Yes he was upset you were making such a big deal out of one short mission, but he wasn't upset enough to make you cry from yelling at you. He let out a defeated sigh, taking a seat next to you on the old couch.

"S-sorry... I shouldn't have y-yelled... You gotta k-know missions aren't optional... I really gotta go Y/N..."

You sat defeated, tears streaming down your face. You hated it when he left, and no amount of reassurance made you feel better. Every time he left, you felt a piece of your heart break.

All you could do was nod, letting him stand without protest. Toby gave you a gentle kiss on the forehead before heading out the door once more.

[skibasyndrome]

Heyyyyy Simon,

I was wondering about 2, 4, 7, 17, 29 and 37 for the fic ask thingie (a lot of numbers as per usual, just answer the ones you want to answer) also, I only just realised you were doing them so I'm a little late

Wishing you a wonderful weekend!

Ohhhh, Sophia! Thank you so much for these! And no worries at all, I'm literally so late with answering all of these 💀 I wish you the best possible weekend 💜💜💜

I'm gonna skip the one's I've already answered :)

2: Is there a trope you’ve yet to try your hand at, but really want to?

Idk if it counts because I am like... in the middle of writing it, but one thing I really love to read, with Wilmon especially, is the whole breaking-up-but-we-can't-let-each-other-go spiel. Does that have a catchy name? Idk, but I LOVE IT.

4: How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Care to share one of them?

Well the fic ideas that are actually currently on and off being developped into actual writing are like... 3? Most of the others are either rough ideas, or just collections of scene drafts.

Okay listen, this is one of my more... out there ideas, because I do occasionally love a very messy and angsty story and this would be my attempt at doing something like that. To stick to the theme of the answer above, because this is like a lighter version of this beloved trope: I started this oneshot quite some time ago that is about a version of Wille and Simon that actually stayed broken up back when Wille told Simon that he gets that he's not in love with him anymore. But they end up meeting again after they finish school and essentially start hooking up again, because they can't quit each other. Lots of complicated feelings and resentment ensue. Lots of denial of feelings and attempts to get back at each other for past mistakes. Nobody asked for a snippet, but here I go:

Simon’s gotten into the habit of lying. Says he’ll have to be back in his apartment soon, says he can’t possibly stay overnight, that he needs to get up early for classes tomorrow. Says he can’t on weekends because that’s when Sara comes over. Or that Ayub comes to visit him. Or that he’ll have to take an extra shift at the café. Wilhelm never questions him, never really pushes, just adjusts his schedule somewhat and ends up parking his car down the alley from Simon’s apartment building on a Tuesday evening, Wednesday evening, any evening Simon hasn’t given an excuse for. It’s bitter-sweet. There’s something thrilling about the fact that the Crown Prince will roll up any time of the night just to get his fix of Simon, no matter the ridiculous restrictions Simon gives him. It feels good to be the one calling the shots for once. But the satisfaction never lasts.

7: Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

Okay it just took me AGES to find something else that's not mostly dialogue or straight up porn to paste here:

Simon's skin feels so warm and welcoming, and Wilhelm's body feels like it's been shaped specifically to come to rest right here, his upper body snug against Simon’s and sharing his breath. Inhaling the warmth and the sweetness Wilhelm has come to associate with him, even after the short time they've been close in this way, this very physical way. Simon's cradling Wilhelm's head in his hands, Wilhelm has one of his on Simon's hip, and he’s tracing the dips and crevices of Simon with lazy but careful fingers, just like he did the morning after their first time. He wants to remember every bump and every curvature and he makes a silent pact with himself to do this every time, because he doesn’t ever want to forget a single thing about this body, this boy who’s lying here with him. His other hand is on Simon's neck, pulse point just beneath Wilhelm's thumb, and the barely noticeable rhythmic movement is strangely grounding to Wilhelm. Wilhelm feels himself breathing in and out, trying to match his breathing to the pulse, feels like there’s a strange kind of calmness radiating from the body below him, and he feels it slowly crawling into his as well.

This is from chapter 2 of You crave the Applause / Yet hate the Attention and while I do have my problems with it now, a few months later, I still just love love LOVE a soft intimacy moment. I love the idea of them just trying to take in every sensation and learn everything about each other, in and out. And well, so I wrote something like that.

I've already answered 17 & 29 and nothing more original to say about them :)

as for 37: talk about your current wips.

I also already did that, but I won't pass up a chance to do it MORE, hehe. Soooooo the one I'm trying to get done next is the sequel to Lavender Haze because... God, do I love my two crushing idiots from the club <3

I can't wait to put them in awkward situations, like when Rosh tries to enter her apartment, only to find that a strange, blonde woman won't let her. Or when Wille's finger slips while he's just trying to scroll through social media. Or when we don't only have one orange sweater type situation, but two (!) shirts involved.

Please ask me some fun fic writer asks <3

[girl-of-many-fandoms]

Emergency

Pairing: Jack Gibson x Reader

Summary: A tunnel explosion has a lot of people seeking medical attention at Grey Sloan Memorial and Gibson winds up being one of them.

Warnings: mention of blood & death

First Station 19 fic ever, hope you all enjoy this one!

MASTERLIST

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“What’s going on Dr. Bailey?”

Y/N fastened the protective gown and slipped her hands into the latex gloves as she stood in the ambulance bay filled with other attendings and interns. There was a loud explosion a couple miles out from Grey Sloan Memorial which was anything but good.

“There was an explosion in the tunnel, from what I’ve been told thus far is that we should be prepared to take in a lot of burn patients.” Meredith nudged the trauma attending with her elbow with a cheeky smile on her face.

“He’d be here soon enough you know.” Y/N rolled her eyes at Grey’s not so subtle hint at the Lieutenant that belonged to Station 19, Jack Gibson.

“Mer we have bigger things to deal with other than my depressing love life.”

��It doesn’t have to be depressing if you do let him take you out on a date.”

“Who’s going on a date?” Carina and Link now joined the pair which only made Y/N mentally facepalm herself.

“Carina you are just the person I need to talk too-”

“Don’t listen to her Carina, she doesn’t know what she’s talking about.” The OBGYN flicked her eyes between Y/N and Meredith, Meredith silently telling her to not pay attention to the annoyed attending. Before she had the chance to ask a question the aid car belonging to Station 19 pulled up without their sirens on and they’re not in any rush meaning that the patient is D.O.A.

The door opened and Gibson hopped out the back, his eyes finding Y/N’s at the front of the crowd. Bailey and Schmitt went over to assist with the removal of the patient and Warren gave them a run-down of what’s going on. Carina, however, observed the looks shared between Y/N and the Lieutenant, then it hit her. The conversation from before was about her and Jack but what could Meredith need her help with?

Another aid car pulled into the ambulance bay followed by another breaking whatever trance the two were trapped in. Y/N and Hunt sprung into action, rushing over to the nearest one.

“What do we got?”

“Forty-five year old male, bp ninety over fifty, as you can see he’s got shrapnel in his gut and legs from the blast-"

"Where's my daughter? I need my daughter!" The man on the stretcher began pulling at the neck brace and fighting against Owen.

"Sir you're at Grey Sloan Memorial, I'm sure your daughter is right behind you. Let's get him to trauma one." Y/N threw a final glance at Gibson as they wheeled the man into the hospital.

Burns, shrapnel removal and stitches were her rotation of patients that were brought in from the explosion site. She'd lost one patient so far today, the man from earlier, the shrapnel had perforated his intestines and while they were trying to repair the damaged organs, his heart gave out during surgery. Thankfully, she didn't have anymore patients that required surgery because she wouldn't have been able to handle another patient dying on her table.

Y/N snagged a chip from Maggie and popped it into her mouth, the cardio attending didn’t even bat an eye at her. Y/N was glad to be off her feet for the first time since this morning. It's currently four in the afternoon and the influx of patients have slowed down somewhat.

“This is the longest shift I’ve worked in a while, I could do without being-” her pager went off again and Maggie laughed watching as she ran out of the cafeteria to wherever she was paged to. Y/N made it down to the trauma floor in time to see Gibson being wheeled in on a stretcher this time, whatever tiredness she previously felt left immediately.

“Jack? The hell happened?”

“Heyyyyy Y/N.”

“He got hit in the head by a concrete slab trying to get a little girl out of the rubble.” Owen and Warren transferred him from the stretcher onto the bed in trauma two. When they were finished, Warren escorted Hughes out of the room to give us space to do our job.

“Jack how are you feeling?” Y/N flashed her penlight into his eyes and he followed the light with his pupils.

“Never been better.”

“He’s responsive but I’d like to get a CT scan done just to make sure that everything’s alright.”

—--

Jack quietly watched her as she updated his information on the tablet. They had just brought him down from getting the CT scan done, thankfully there wasn’t any damage done to his brain but he does have a concussion.

“You know if you wanted her attention so bad you could’ve talked to her like a normal person this morning. You got her running scans and looking after you no- oh hey, Y/N.” Hughes and Warren awkwardly turned on their heels to scurry away. Jack couldn’t believe those two just outed his feelings like that with her right in the room.

“I’m sorry about them.”

“It’s fine but they do have a point. A simple hello would have done the trick.” Y/N took a seat in the chair next to his bedside.

“Where’s the fun in that? I got to experience having a scan of my brain done and not to mention, I got you as my doctor.” The pair started laughing but it was cut short by him wincing in pain from his concussion.

“Gibson”

“I’m alright, it's just a really bad headache.”

“I should let you know that I’m keeping you here for observation for a few hours just to be sure that you’re okay and I’m not half-assing my job.” Her pager beeped in her coat pocket, she was needed in the pit. If Jack could’ve taken the black device from her hands and thrown it out the window, he would’ve. They’d just begun having a proper conversation and she’s being paged elsewhere.

“I have to get going but I’ll be back to discharge you but if I don’t, I’m sure doctor Hunt will. Remember to take it easy for the next couple days and rest up.” On that note, Y/N took off sprinting to get down to the pit barely scraping past Jack’s coworkers who stood out in the hallway.

She couldn’t wait for this shift to be over with.

—---

It’s been three days since the whole explosion and Y/N was looking forward to another busy day at work as there were rarely any slow days at Grey Sloan. Thermos in hand, Y/N entered the attending’s lounge/change room gaining Meredith’s attention.

“Good morning, nice flowers.” Y/N placed her coffee filled thermos on the table to examine the beautiful bouquet of red roses and sunflowers.

“Good morning and those aren’t for me.”

“Really, then who’s it for-” Her words died off as her eyes finally landed on the card stuck between it with her name on it. Plucking the card out she turned it over to see if there was any indication as to who sent her flowers on a random Friday morning.

I didn’t get to thank you properly so I hope this makes up for it.

Gibson :)

Y/N’s cheeks flushed at Jack’s kind gesture; she made a mental note to thank him for getting her her favourite flowers. Speaking of which, how did he know what her favourite flowers were?

“I’m going to guess that you or Carina had a part to play in this.” Y/N moved to start changing out of her peach blouse and dark washed jeans into her dark blue scrubs and sneakers.

“I can’t speak for Carina but I know I didn’t.” Opting not to push any further, Y/N slipped on her white coat and left to start her rounds for the day.

"Good morning doctor Y/L/N I'm on your service today."

"Good morning Helm, let's get started." Y/N lead the way to their patient’s room for their postoperative evaluation.

Helm went over the patient’s chart and they both answered any questions their patient’s had before moving on to the next patient. They were just about finished with morning rounds when her pager went off.

"Helm move it."

The pair quickened their pace down to the emergency room in time to see Hughes, Gibson and Hunt rolling in a patient with a branch of a tree lodged in her shoulder.

"Oh God."

"Helm keep it together. Hunt, you paged." Owen looked up from the unconscious patient.

"Yeah, I need your help with this. Helm book O.R. two, tell them we're coming up." A nurse came and hooked up the patient to IV fluids and the others prepared themselves to move the patient for surgery.

"Go on up, I'll meet you there." Jack and Vic were changing the sheet on their gurney and Y/N took this time to talk to the Lieutenant.

"I'm gonna grab some snacks from the vending machine." Jack was confused about Vic's sudden change in behaviour until he followed her line of sight to see the doctor he's had a crush on for quite a while, walking over.

"It's good to see you back at work Gibson."

"It's good to be back, concussions aren't fun at all."

"No they're not. I wanted to say thank you for the flowers, they're beautiful." Jack smiled down at her, pleased to know that she received his gift.

"But how did you know what flowers to get me?"

"I honestly didn't, I wanted to stick with the traditional roses but the sunflowers reminded me of how much you light up a room and I decided to mix them both." Y/N blushed at his words looking anywhere but up at Jack.

"I know you have to get going but would you like to go out for dinner sometime?"

"I'd love too but I really should get going. Have a good shift and you better not be brought in on that gurney again Lieutenant."

"Yes ma'am, see you later."

Jack released a breath he hadn't noticed that he was holding and Vic patted his back, she had been watching the pair from by the vending machine and was pleased to see her friend finally ask Y/N out.

"She said yes to dinner and she loved the flowers."

"Nice job Romeo, let's get back to work."

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It's only fair that I start writing for Station 19 since I'm already writing for Grey's.

[cocobuttterbby]

Lotus flowers

Pairings: spencer reid x black reader

Warnings: mild language but other than that nothing major

Summary: the reader works at a flower shop and reid comes by there every day just to see her and this time he finally gets the courage to talk to her

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11:23am

I hear the alarm on my phone go off and I groan. I turn it off and sit up in my bed and I stretch; I pat my head to see if my bonnet is still on my head to which it is so thank God. I get off my bed and head to the kitchen to eat breakfast; I grab a bowl and make myself some cereal because I don't feel like making a big breakfast for myself this morning. After breakfast, I head to the bathroom to take a shower and do my daily routine.

~30 minutes later~

I walk out of my bathroom and head to the closest to pick out my outfit for today, after going back and forth between outfits I pick a cute two-piece outfit and I put my hair in a puff and I slip on my flats and head out my apartment. I lock my door to my apartment and start to head to the shop.

I walk into the shop to see my co-worker with a cup of tea in her hand, I wave at her, and she waves back. I walk over to the flowers on the display and water them making sure that they still look pretty for the customers and I flip the closed sign to open and wait for the customers to come in. The shop usually starts slow in the first few minutes of the opening so I have time to go to the staff room to make myself some tea.

~a few boring minutes later~

The customers come flooding in and start talking about orders and what kinds of flowers they want and we help people find what flowers they ordered the day before and let me tell you, there are a lot of orders to deal with. I take a break and drink my tea and thankfully my tea is still kinda hot so I can somewhat enjoy it; I head to the bathroom and fix myself up a little and sigh to myself in the mirror ”you've could've done your hair a little fucking better today girl” I sigh once again and walk out of the bathroom and head back to the chaos in the front.

After a few minutes, the chaos finally cools down so I can finally sit down and rest; I pick up my phone and start to play a game on it, im so close to finishing the level im on but the store door opens so I have to stop what in doing. I look up to see a tall white boy with slicked-back curly hair and glasses walk in; he always comes here but I never got his name

Reid pov

I'm here again for the 40th time just to see her and today she looks pretty...not that she's not always pretty but today she looks really pretty and today is the day that I finally go and talk to her. I'm taking Morgan's advice he gave me and im gonna try to be ”smooth” or whatever that means and hopefully, it goes well and I don't make a fool of myself.

I walk to the counter to where she's sitting and im nervous but here goes nothing ”hey...pretty lady” fuck fuck fuck Im so stupid she probably thinks that what I just did was dumb, what do I do now? Do I run? Do I just leave? What do I do? Damn it, Morgan, why did you tell me to do that.

I mentally smack myself and prepare for the worse, then I hear her giggle which turns my attention to her ”let me guess this the first time you did that?” I hear her say and I sigh ”yeah my friend told me to that because that's how to be ”smooth” ” I do air quotes on the word smooth and she laughs ”well that was a good try but I don't think that your friend was trying to help you if they told you to do that” and I nod in agreement with her ”but since you tried I'll give you an A for effort” I smile and silently cheer because it didn't turn out terrible and I decided to spark up another topic ”so what's your favorite flower” and she smiles at me ”well my favorite flower if you must know is the sacred lotus” ”oh did you know that the scientific name for the lotus is Nelumbo nucifera and It’s an aquatic plant species that thrive in ponds and lakes, and almost exclusively during warm seasons.”

I start to ramble on but stop when I look at her but she doesn't look bored or disinterested in what im saying ” I never knew that thank you. you look so cute when you talk you know that?” the way she just said that puts a goofy smile on my face she thinks im cute and she likes when I talk hell yeah take that Morgan. I clear my throat and start to speak ”so anyways I thought you were really pretty and I was hoping if we could. I don't know..talk more? It's ok if you don't want to like im not forcing you or anything” and she laughs ”yes I would like to talk more cutie and here since I can't give my number to people” I see her grab a piece of paper and write down her number which she hands to me after she's done and I take it and put it in my pocket for later ”oh and by the way, I never got your name” I completely forgot my name for a second but then I remember ”oh it's spencer reid or you can call me Spence, or reid, or spencer” and she cuts me off ”how about I just call you reid so we can skip the formalities and my name is y/n by the way” I nod my head and then my phone dings, it's a text from hotch saying that we've got a case and I need to come in now I quickly turn off my phone and look up at her ”well uh I need to go, work calls” and I wave to her and run out the door ”see you later reid don't forget to text me!” I hear her say that while im out the door

Heyyyyy y'all im back with another imagine sorry again if im bad at this im, not a good writer, like at all but anyway I hope y'all like it love y'all

[elsaclack]

Omg!!! I'm so glad you're doing the kiss promts!! Can you please do 10!! Or 3!! Or aaah y'know could be both combined!!! Once again I loooove your writing and you're the owner of such a wonderful mind!🌻

3. kissing so desperately that their whole body curves into the other person’s

10. staring at the other’s lips, trying not to kiss them, before giving in

ummmm heyyyyy let’s pretend like this isn’t like 4 months late shall we?

anyways i’ve been struggling to build a premise around these prompts for…oh…4 months now and today i finally landed on one that kind of works. it’s a little weird and AU BUT it’s also, like, gratuitous making out and it’s also borderline plotless so it has that going for it i guess?

basically it’s a superhero au very, VERY loosely based on tua, in that i took superpowers from that universe and applied them to jake and amy (and rosa but only vaguely in passing conversation). so understanding tua is not in any way necessary to understanding this au, i’ve just been obsessed with a superhero au lately and i decided to give it a try with this prompt and it worked out a little better than i was expecting.

SO without further ado…

She’s three paces away from his front door before the panic finally overtakes the calm and she freezes mid-step.

The hallway is quiet, only the faintest sounds of muffled televisions and clinking dishes meeting her through the series of closed doors lining either side, and she’s certain that if she strains hard enough she could probably pick out the sounds of his voice over all others.

(That’s a new ability she’s noticed about herself as of late - she can bend the fabric of space and time, and she can hone in on Jake’s voice even over the cacophony of an explosion. Nevermind the fact that neither seem related on paper, it’s fact.)

(It’s also so much easier to feed the beast of denial prowling like a lion in the back of her mind.)

She lets out a small groan and grips the straps of the tote hanging off of her right shoulder a little harder. The stiff fabric cuts into the places where her fingers curl and she closes her eyes, trying to focus on it over the rising panic in her gut. This is fine. This is normal. She’s been here close to a dozen times before, especially as of late. It’s normal.

Except, of course, for the fact that her mask is buried somewhere in the bowels of her tote and not firmly affixed to her face to cover her eyes, the way it has been every other time she’s been here before. That’s different. That’s new.

But she can still see the way his mouth had flattened in that grim, determined grimace earlier. She can still see the way he’d pointed upwards, his brows raised in an unvoiced question. She can still feel the weight of his gun - the only one not lost in the chaos of the fight - in her hands. She can still see the way he’d motioned for her to do it - to rip the fabric of space apart, to slip through, to teleport herself up high so that she could take the final kill shot on the giant bloated alien monster that had been terrorizing Brooklyn just a matter of hours ago.

And she can still see the way the earth spun in a dizzying, wobbling way, far too blurry and fast for her to get her bearings enough to teleport safely back to the ground. And she can still feel the pure fear of that realization that she was plummeting to her death alongside the alien she’d just successfully killed.

And she can still feel his body slamming into hers mid-air, his arms cinching tight around her, his recently-discovered levitating abilities working overtime to first get him up to her and then to slow their momentum enough that they hit the ground relatively unscathed.

And after the fact - after he saved her life - there was this moment. This breathtaking, heart-stopping, paralyzing moment, when he’d looked at her and she’d looked at him and his hands subconsciously gripping her waist maybe…weren’t so subconscious in the way his thumbs stroked along her ribs and his fingers rippled and tensed. And he’d leaned toward her - that much was undeniable - and she thinks she maybe, probably leaned toward him too.

But the world was still trying to settle after teetering on the brink of collapse and Rosa was howling in victory and Charles’ footsteps were pounding into the ground, growing ever closer, and his grip went from protective and just a little bit possessive to helpful and supportive in the blink of an eye.

She would have been ready to completely forget it ever happened - the way she always did when they went and had one of those moments - if not for him pulling her aside and gently adjusting her mask right as the reporters began to swarm. “I accidentally knocked it out of place earlier,” he’d explained softly as he smoothed down the corners against her temples. “No one saw anything - I didn’t see anything - it was just crooked, and - and I know how much you hate that during interviews.”

His fingertips trailed down her face, then, most assuredly not against her mask any longer, but he didn’t linger for long. Just a feather-light touch of her cheeks, a gentle brush of a thumb against her chin, and then he was stepping back and gesturing for her to lead the way toward the mob.

And that - that has been plaguing her for hours.

Because she didn’t even think to try and stop him when he reached for her mask. Because she let him adjust it - because she probably would have let him take it off of her completely.

Because no one has ever seen her take her mask off. No one knows her secret identity. Jake doesn’t even know her real name - none of them do.

And yet here she stands, maskless, heart in her throat.

Three paces down from where Jake lives.

She’s been here before - crashed on his couch and, once, in his bed after missions, worked out long and winding mysteries in his living room, tried and failed to learn how to cook in his kitchen under Charles’ watchful gaze. She’s been here before, and yet -

With a quiet, somewhat defeated sigh, she pulls her tote open and reaches for her mask. She lifts it to her face slowly, only pressing down lightly - enough that it will stay in place, but without the usual intensity as during a physical fight.

It’s much easier to take the next step forward after that.

She knocks on his door before she can convince herself not to, and from inside she hears the glass clink of a bottle hitting a hard surface, and the muffled beats of socked feet trotting against carpet. She swallows hard as the light behind his peephole flickers - and shifts her weight nervously when she hears his deadbolt slide and click.

He’s not wearing his mask. The door is only partially open and his face is mostly hidden in the shadows of his ill-lit apartment, but she can see the reflection of light glinting against deep brown set against white. It’s the first thing she notices - followed shortly by the evidence of their fight only just developing on his face, like the bruises on his jaw and the scabbed over cut on the bridge of his nose.

(She hasn’t exactly examined herself in the mirror yet, but she’s fairly certain her own face is in similar shape.)

“Hey,” he says - cautious, almost reserved, but not guarded.

Never guarded.

This is the fourth time she’s seen him without his mask on.

“Hi,” she whispers.

He takes a small, tentative step forward - and the light from the hallway illuminates his entire face for the first time. His eyes flicker as he searches her face, curious in a way that somehow quiets the panic she’d felt before. “Everything okay?”

“Um…no.”

Concern fills his gaze at once, and his body visibly tenses - weight shifting to center on his feet, the muscles of his chest and arms tightening.

“Wait, not - I mean, everything, everything is okay,” she gestures into his apartment, toward where she knows the windows are situated on the far wall, and he relaxes again - aside from the little pucker in his brow. “I just meant - I’m not okay.”

His Adam’s apple bobs and he rocks forward a degree. “Did I - did I hurt you? Earlier, when we fell -”

“What? No! No, of course not, you - you saved me, Jake. You absolutely did not hurt me.”

A tiny, minuscule wave of relief seems to wash through him, but it isn’t enough to ease the creases between his brows. “Good,” he says, nodding as he reaches up to rub his fingertips against the back of his neck. “So, then…what’s up?”

“I just…I’m not…I’m not good at this.”

He pushes his door open a little wider and leans against the doorframe, his arms crossed loosely over his chest. “That’s okay,” he says. “I’m patient. Take your time.”

She nods and drops her gaze to her feet. “I owe you,” she murmurs.

“You do not.” he says so sharply she looks up on instinct. “You don’t owe me crap. We both know I would’ve done the same thing for any of the others without hesitation. I didn’t even have to think about it, Dora,” he says the false name he gave her years earlier gently and her stomach bottoms out. “Please don’t think that I’m gonna hold this over you or something, okay? I would never do that.”

“No, I know you wouldn’t, that’s not - what I meant.” The intensity is still burning in his gaze, but curiosity is beginning to blossom there, too - she inhales deeply and sets her shoulders. “You have been nothing but open and vulnerable with me, especially over the last few weeks. And I’m - I want to do that, too. I want to be more open and more vul-…I want to be more vulnerable. Because - because I trust you. I trust you.” As she repeats the phrase, the corner of his mouth quirks up - but still, the concern persists.

“I believe you,” he says with a shrug.

“That’s - I mean, thank you, but - I still want to do this.”

He searches her face a half-moment longer before his gaze drops down to her shaking hands - now slowly moving up toward her face. “Hey,” he pushes off the doorframe, arms coming uncrossed, socked feet moving over the threshold to inch toward her. The door swings shut behind him - he doesn’t seem to hear it. “It’s okay - you don’t have to do that, Dora, really -”

“I know I don’t,” she says through grit teeth as her fingernails gently pry the stiff leather away from her skin. He pauses, hands raised between them, a half-hearted attempt at moving her own hands away from her face. “But I want to. Really, I do. Unless you don’t want me to.”

He stares a moment longer, face twisted in indecision, before his shoulders drop and his hands fall back to his sides. “I want you to,” he whispers, looking stricken by his own confession.

She shoots him a small smile before working the mask away from her face. The adhesive sticks stubbornly to her skin and she quietly hisses when it pulls at the edge of a barely-developed bruise along her cheekbone. He watches, motionless, aside from his hands rhythmically clenching and unclenching at his sides.

Finally, the mask completely separates from her face, but she holds it over her eyes for another moment. “Dora isn’t my real name,” she murmurs.

His eyes widen. “You don’t have to tell me your real name,” he says quickly. “I mean I - I want to know, but more than anything I want you to feel safe and if me not knowing your real name makes you feel safe, then -”

“Jake,” she interrupts, and he falls silent at once. “I do feel safe with you. That’s why I’m doing this.” He opens and closes his mouth, before slowly shaking his head in clear wonder. “I want you to know my real name before you - see me. The real me. Is that okay?”

He nods.

She inhales again - a short puff of air - and lifts her chin a degree. He’s chewing the inside of his cheek in anticipation, and she can’t help but to smile at the endearing sight. “Okay,” she breathes. Jake shifts his weight from one foot to the other as she slowly lowers the mask, and her eyes fall closed as the leather interrupts her view of his breathless, affectionate face. They remain closed even as her hands drop down to her sides; the silence that follows is practically deafening.

She’s looking down at their feet when her eyes flutter open again and despite the nervousness simmering in her belly, she’s genuinely surprised to see he’s moved toward her since she closed her eyes - their toes are mere inches apart. And she knows when she finally lifts her gaze up to his face, he’ll be close enough that she’ll be able to count each individual freckle where they faintly smatter against his nose and cheekbones.

“My name - my real name - is…Amy.”

He’s looking at her like he’s just discovered the secret to life when she meets his eyes; his grin is blinding, his eyes shining. “Amy,” he repeats, so carefully, so reverently, and it sounds even better in his voice than she daydreamed it would. “God, I’ve been - I’ve been imagining this moment for so long - you have the best name, I love your name. And your eyes. God, your eyes are so pretty, I don’t - I don’t even know what to do with myself -”

She laughs, and he laughs, too, but his is filtered through a shaky gasp. “Oh, my god, when you smile it’s like - like your eyes smile, too? How do they - I mean, I’ve never -” he cuts himself off with another choked laugh and she’s still smiling, even as his eyes openly rove over her face. “God, you’re so pretty,” he whispers - to himself, it seems.

She knows her smile has gone shy, that the heat from the tips of her ears is probably pouring through her whole face, but she can’t bring herself to care - his flickering eyes have landed on her lips, his own smile slowly fading, replaced by unmistakable desire.

Nerves pulse through her heart, but she shifts toward him anyways - just like before. He blinks rapidly as she makes her slow approach, lips parting in apparent surprise. The tip of his tongue darts out to wet the corner of his mouth and she feels herself swallow thickly, eyes glued to the spot even after his tongue vanishes.

He ducks his head, the tip of his nose brushing against hers seconds before his lips press tentatively against hers.

Aside from the rapid beating of her heart in her chest and his own noisy breathing, neither one of them move. It’s a little strange, almost…maybe…bad…but then -

Then he moves into her all at once, his arms rising up to haul her closer to him, bringing her up to the balls of her feet. She quickly steadies herself with her arms around his shoulders, and not a moment later her back his arching, bending, curving backwards, as Jake’s tongue sweeps into her mouth. He groans against her when she angles her head, fingertips digging a little harder into the meat of his shoulders before one travels up to lightly cup his cheek. Her tote falls from her shoulder and lands in a clatter at their feet but he doesn’t seem to notice - he groans again, louder than before, when both hands frame his face and her tongue brushes against his as she pushes into his mouth.

His hand sweeps up her spine, the arm still around her waist tightening to better stabilize her, and then his fingers are pushing up through her hair to brace the back of her neck. The crown of her head lightly bumps against something hard and solid, followed quickly by her shoulders; it’s as she feels his body stooping, arms burrowing down around her beneath her armpits, knees bending and thighs tensing, that she realizes she’s just hit the back wall of his apartment building hallway and he has every apparent intention of lifting her up and pinning her there, in plain view of his neighbors.

“Mm,” she hums against him as her feet just barely leave the ground, dropping both hands to land against his shoulders. “Mm, Ja- Jake,” she turns her head away, ripping her lips from his, and he rears back, eyes bright with alarm. “No, no, no, it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s - it was good, it was really good -” She has just enough time to register his relief before he’s moving toward her again, quickly working his way down to her jaw, kissing and lightly nibbling, drawing quiet gasps from her every few seconds. “Jake we - we’re in, we’re in the hall.”

“And?” he grunts, lips now moving over her the side of her neck, experimenting with the sensitive skin around her left ear.

“We need to - to go inside,” her voice is thin and airy, borderline pathetic, and when his teeth scrape against a particularly sensitive spot she has to bite down hard on her knuckles to keep from audibly moaning.

“Been wanting to do this for years,” he mumbles between kisses. “If you think I’m gonna stop for one second -”

“Someone might see,” she gasps.

He grins against her, lips curling against her skin, and through their chests pressed together she can feel his heart hammering just as hard as her own. “I didn’t know you were into people watching you do this kinda thing, Amy,” he murmurs, voice low and teasing where it rumbles in her ear.

She swats his shoulder hard enough that the sound reverberates down the hall. “I meant someone might see,” she says, suddenly able to think clearer in the midst of a more familiar dynamic in the midst of this newly intimate setting. She nods her head down; her mask lies to the left of his foot, slipped from her grasp after being swept up in him. The sight of it seems to sober him a little, though not enough for him to move away; he extends his leg and sweeps it back toward them with his foot, his grin bright and eager as he moves it to lie in the narrow space between the heels of her feet and the wall behind her.

“There,” he says, unmistakably triumphant. “Now, where was I?”

She lets out a laugh as he lunges back toward her, hands pressed against his shoulders and head angled up so his lips only make the barest contact with her cheek. “We should go inside,” she insists as he leans away, pouting. “It’ll be more fun…”

His expression seems to light up with interest for a moment, but the pouting returns all too soon, visible even as he drops his forehead down against hers. “But I don’t wanna move.”

“I can’t show you what’s in my tote if we don’t go inside.”

He pulls back, brow furrowed. “Is that like a euphemism or something?”

“Oh, my god, no! I just - I brought, like, food and movies and stuff, in case you wanted to hang out or something -”

“I definitely want to hang out,” he says, “but the food and the movies can wait for later.”

He winks suggestively and she rolls her eyes, but before she can think of a rebuttal he shifts and his thigh presses up between hers and oh, yeah, they need to get inside his apartment now. “Fine,” she rasps - and he grins with unmistakable pride at the audible effect he has on her. “We’ll do it the hard way.”

She hooks her foot through the straps of her tote and shifts back so that the heel of her other foot presses against her mask, and then she’s tipping forward, hands ripping through the spacial fabric around them to teleport them both directly to his bedroom.

“Whoa!” he shouts as he topples backwards, the backs of his knees hitting the mattress and knocking him completely off-balance, sending them both down in a tumbling heap. His arms stay around her this time; she blinks and shakes her head to find his face just inches away, staring up at her in wonder. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to that,” he murmurs.

“Actually, it’s sort of like getting over car sickness - after a while, you don’t even really feel it anymore -”

“Not teleporting,” he interrupts. He reaches up slowly and brushes her long hair back behind her ear, before gently ghosting his fingertips along her cheekbone, just under her left eye. “This. You. You’re just - you’re so smart and beautiful and badass -” She scoffs a little at that, and he shifts his head to the side, brows furrowing. “What?”

“I am not a badass, I mean - I’m into crossword puzzles and knitting, you make fun of me for it all the time. If anyone’s a badass, it’s Rosa, with all the knives -”

“You can be into crossword puzzles and knitting and still be a badass.” he interrupts indignantly. “Just ‘cause you don’t dress in all black and threaten everyone around you within an inch of their lives for every little thing doesn’t mean you’re not badass. I mean, who stopped that alien earlier? Who killed it? You, or Rosa?”

“Me,” she admits quietly.

“And who was brave enough to come here and be vulnerable on purpose? You, or Rosa?”

“Me.”

He nods. “Badass.”

“I just -”

He surges upward, interrupting her with a kiss, and her heart feels like it might explode or something for how many beats it seems to be skipping. “You’re a badass, Amy,” he repeats in a whisper when he lets his head slowly drop back to the mattress. “And you’re so, so beautiful.”

It’s one of the last truly coherent things either one of them says that night - aside from each other’s names.

[deathcookieprsn]

Despair Clause Episode 1

(Scene) Inside the hall of the castle, three guys are chit chatting at the bottom of the stairs that lead to the throne. One is blond with a pony tail dressed in blue royal atire (Otio), one has red spiked hair dressed in black and red armor(Pila), and one has messy black hair, dressed in casual clothing(Fregit).

Pila: yo Fregit, are you still hanging out with Skunk?

Otio: Yeah I've been wondering that too, haven't seen the little dude around recently.

Fregit: Nah he moved to Perditus recently with his family. Honestly it's kinda weird that so many of the poor have been moving there but everyone says that since it's newly built the economy needs literally anyone to move there for the city to survive.

Otio: (Shrugs) I doe know, sounds a bit fishy to me.

Pila: Don't you know anything bro. (Taps Otio on the head) There's a reason that towns have people in them and its not just because that's the way things are. Population leads to transfer of goods and wealth which in turn leads to businesses starting. Perditus is an experimental town that is testing the nature of our poor.

Fregit:(shifts in front of Pila) Basically they are moving a bunch of our poor their to see if they will prosper with an extreme amount of opportunity available to them and in turn giving them a chance to gain a skill by working at one of the many jobs in the town that are lacking in man power.

Pila: Hey,(punch Fregit in the back of the shoulder and shift to face both siblings) I was going to explain that but whatever.

Otio: I honestly stopped caring after I asked. Right now I'm just wondering what is taking dad so long. He summoned us but it feels like we've been waiting for ages. Did the old geezer forget.

(Footsteps) Distant voice bellows: So now I'm an old geezer am I?

(All three siblings kneel)

King Ficum: Otio(Otio Looks up), Pila(Pila looks up),Fregit(Fregit looks up),... I have summoned you three here because it is finally time that to choose your path in life. Otio will become king after I pass so his future has all but been decided for him. He will begin training with a sword immediately, alongside studying politics and shadowing me when I feel necessary (Otio groans) (King Ficum scowls). As for you two, you must make something of yourself. Forbid it as I may, of something were to happen to your older brother the next would succeed him and so forth. Furthermore your accomplishments will bolster our families reputation making it easier for your brother's ascension to the throne after my passing. For if you are the most worthy of the throne in the eyes of the public, your support of your sibling who is trained in the way of leading a nation will assure the nation in his crowning. You do not have to come up with an answer today but

Pila: Actually father,(Phila Stands up) if l may, I've already decided what I want to do with my life.

King Ficum: (intrigued) hmm?

Pila: With your permission, I would like to join the Guild and become a Hero!

King Ficum: Hero ranking requires you to be granted a Gun by the Guild. Being as they are a new Technology, they are difficult to get a hold of however seeing as you are my son I might be able to pull a few strings.

Pila: Thank you dad!

King Fica: But son, are you sure that is what you wish? The reason guns are granted is because Heros are required to fight on shore when an attack first arises. That means you'll be on the front line. Is that really what you desire?

Pila: It is. Not only is it a good way to earn publicity quickly but it is also the best and most direct way for me to protect our Nation and its people.

King Ficum: I see... Consider it done. And you Fregit, might you have a path you would like to follow?

Fregit:(Fregit looks up) I um... Well... Not that... Um..

King Ficum: It's alright Fregit, take your time. You do not need to decide now. You are the youngest after all so there is no need for haste.

Fregit: O,k...

King Ficum: I will be taking my leave now but boys, be sure have a nice day today. It would be a waste for this beautiful weather to be wasted.

(King Ficim walk out of room)

Otio: ugh, I wish I could just be a lazy king.

Pila: We all know that you could be a lazy anything haha, the following title isn't actually important to you.

(Otio and Pila laugh)

Pila: Fregit is something wrong.

(Fregit stares off to the side then changes his gaze towards Pila)

Fregit: No, just a lot to think about that's all.

Otio: At least that's one thing I don't have to exert effort towards haha. My path it's already decided.

Pila: Well Otio I think you should get a head start on your Sword play practice don't you? I am going to have to practice more to if I am planning to be a Hero.

Otio: I'm actually going to go work on my sleep right now.

Pila: uh uh not today. This kills two birds with one stone.(Pila drags Otio by the collar of his shirt)

Fregit: hah bye guys.

(Scene, Fregit's room, Fregit laying in his bed on his back with his legs dangling off the bottom.)

Fregit: arghhhhh! (Fregit flails his limbs) What do I want to be?! Wendy's wing with me? How have I never thought of this until just now?

(In Fregits mind) Maybe I can be a Hero too... Argh no that would never work, Pila would out shine me for sure and I wouldn't ever amount to anything other than simply being his little brother... I guess I could always go into politics and make a large impact that way.. that might actually work..

(Blonde female child with frilled dress walks in the room)

Fas: Hi Fregit, what are you thinking about?

Fregit: A lot.

Fas: Heyyyyy. That's not a real answer. Come on, just tell meee.

Fregit: (light sigh) well you see Dad called Otio, Pila and I to talk to us about what we wanna be when we grow up (Fas: uhnhuh) and you see I have no idea what I wanna be (Fas: unhuh) Pila is going to be a Hero and Otio is being groomed for King but what's my role in all of this? What am I supposed to do? Who am I supposed to be?

Fas: Well uh, if uh, Pila is going to be a Hero then why don't you just be a Signer?

Fregit: A Signer? Like with the Association instead of the Guild?

Fas: Unhuh! Signers are basically the Associations versions of Heros aren't they brobther?

Fregit: Sorta but they all have to sign a despair clause and I don't really want to do that.

Fas: But if you find something suuper important you might even become more popular than big brobther Pila.

Fregit: You're right. I know what I'm going to do. Forget being a politician on the Council, I'm ganna be a Signer!

(Scene, Throne room. Fregit in front of the throne with King Ficum Siting on it)

(King Ficum slams his hand on his throne)

King Ficum: Absolutely not! Do you even know what you are asking?

Fregit: of course I do! This is the perfect way to bolster our legacy from both ends of Membership. If I become a famous Signer and Pila a famous Hero then we'll have a position of influence in both the Guild and the Association!

King Ficum: I will not allow it! It is much too reckless.

(Otio walks infrom the right out from behind the curtain that leads to the throne greenroom)

Otio: he's right you know.

Fregit: Otio?

Otio:(otio approaches Fregit) Signing a Despair Clause is risky business, depending on the amount of power you get you might just stub you're toe when the contract is fulfilled but if you end up obtaining a decent amount of power you could easily end up immobilized down in the Chasm with your whole party dead. Something like that would surely insure your death. Even if the contract itself can't cause you to die it can easily lead to it if you're unlucky. Why don't you just become a politician on the Council instead? (Otio arrives in front of Fregit)

Fregit: Because I don't want to! This is the path I have chosen for myself! Why won't you support me Otio?!

Otio: (places hand on Fregit's head) Because I care about you you dummy.(Fregit gazes at the for) Can't we forget about this and move onto something more practical?

Fregit: (in a sad tone) I guess.

Otio: Tomorrow come meet with me in the court yard and I'll teach you sword play, after that I'm sure Pila would be happy to teach you Gun play. He really loves that new toy of his. If you want to become strong this is a much more practical way to go about it. Hell instead of a Signer you could be a Stander or a Runner to support Pila if you want to be a part of the action. How does that sound?

Fregit: actually, that would be great, I'm going to head to my room for a bit but I'll see you I the morning tomorrow for practice. (Fregit smiles)

(Fregit walks away)

King Ficum: I see having you shaddowing me is already starting to pay off.

Otio: Naturally, I may be lazy but when it comes to my family, I will always protect them.

(Scene, Fregit's room, fregit sitting on his bed with his leg up and his hand on his knee.)

Fregit: Otio's right, I can't become a Signer and wander the Chasm the way I am. I need to become stronger.(Fregit stands up and throws his jacket I've his shoulder) Guess I'll have to take him up on his off after I sign a Despair Clause. Thanks for the offer Otio!(fregit hops out his window)

(Scene castle courtyard,night with camera aimed at the sky)(gunshot x3) (gunshot x2)(camera pans to face Pila)

Pila: Dammit I just can't get the hang of this thing!(Otio walks up)

Otio: looks like you got the hand of it to me. From what the target shows you haven't hit anything less than the ring around the bullseye.

Pila: That's not good enough, not for me at least.

Otio: If you're looking for some advice I may be of some help. While eavesdropping before the council meeting I overheard that unlike swords you're going to want to double down on that grip of yours, also you're going to want to hold your breath before pulling the trigger and exhale after. That should improve your aim just a bit.

Pila: Wow Otio, color me impressed. Shadowing dad had really done wonders for your usefulness haha.

Otio: that seemed somewhat of a backhanded complement (chucklr).

Pila: (chuckle)that's because it was.

Otio: Well I'll have you know I have actually been quite useful. Today I was even able to give Fregit some decent advice. He was dead set on becoming a Signer and I was able to explain to him why that was a reckless and dangerous decision. (Pila's face turns to a face of scepticism) He even smiled after and told me that he was going to his room to rethink his decision. I'm pretty awesome!(Pila interrupts Otio mid sentence)

Pila: Otio, do you not know Fregit at all. I promise you he's not in his room right now. He's almost certainly on his way to a library to sign a contract as we speak of he hasn't made it to one already.(You can visually see that a light bulb goes off in Otio's brain)

Otio: Oh no.

(Scene, castle bedroom hallway, camera pointed down the hall at the floor)(Otio's running legs pop into view)

Otio: (shouting)Fregit! Yo Fregit! I have something important to talk to you about!(Fregit's bedroom door slams open. Its empty)(camera switches to a cake of Otio's mouth and chin) Tsch, dammit. (Otio yells) Block, come here, I have a task for you!(camera switches to floor behind otio and pans up a pair of leather boots with green straps)

Block: So, my protection services finally needed.

(Scene, outside tattered old library)(neon open sign hangs above door) (fregit is holding a flashlight that is pointed towards the library)

Fregit: looks like I finally made it. Now to find a Dolordare and sign a contract!

(Fregit walks through the door)(edison bulbs light the main open entrance, after the entrance are rows of bookshelves, mostly empty but glowing as if a spell is cast on them, down the row of bookshelves are lanterns light by fire keeping the shelves visible but dim)

Fregit:(cough x2) You'd think that the Library nearest to the castle would be in better shape but this thing looks like it's going to fall apart.(Fregit walks down a bookshelf isle with his flashlight aimed for extra light) Actually, it looks like no renovations have been made to this place since after Grandad was king. Guess my father has a favorite power and it's not the Association.

(Large creak comes from next row over) (sound of books falling comes from next row over)

Fregit:(draws a knife he got from the castle's kitchen) Who's there!

Voice: Nooooooobooody... (Eerie,high pitch, child like voice laughs with an uncomfortably long giggle)

Fregit: (thinks to himself)*well that's obviously not true* Show yourself!

(Creature that looks like a chao but with a tail, long arms and a face that is void but with tentacle pops up in Fregit's face)

(Fregit falls on his bottom and holds his knife in fron of him)

Fregit: who are you?

Voice: I am a Dolordare, I keep this library safe along with the books inside although I do not clean much. You may call me Dust

(Fregit stands up and lowers knife)

Fregit:Well Dust, I'd like to form a contract with you.

[sohannabarberaesque]

Transcript of a symposium hosted by the Hair Bear Bunch during the recent Hanna-Barbera Convocation at the Minneapolis Aquatennial:

HAIR BEAR, as host and leader of the whole: Thanks very much to all of you for attending our little symposium this afternoon, though I acknowledge that the whole was set up on rather short notice. In case you were wondering, we are the Hair Bear Bunch, formerly of the Wonderland Zoo but somehow leading the vagabond life more than anything of late since Zookeepers Botch and Peevly went into treatment for nervous breakdowns we seem to be blamed for more than anything else. I'm Hair Bear, the jovial leader of this motley ursine trio ...

SQUARE BEAR: I'm Square Bear, the tall and somewhat dopey one--but don't let my stupidity fool you, folks. I manage to come up with plenty of rather worthwhile solutions, most notably the Invisible Motorbike we can easily escape in ...

BUBI BEAR: --and just for Clyde, I happen to be Bubi, who can just so easily get so sidetracked more than anything to Clyde. All the same, I can get to be quite the bundle, don't you know....

HAIR BEAR: And we'd just like to start by saying "thanks" to the managers of this particular coffeehouse for giving us the space to carry out this symposium. And thanks as well for the coffee and the goodies, the scones and cinnamon rolls especially. Now I do admit that back home, we prefer using one of those low-maintenance Melitta coffee makers for the sake of simplicity. And believe you me, they produce some rather wonderful coffee!

BUBI BEAR: So indeed the coffee gets to interesting, Clyde, and who can't resist some coffee in the mornings, come to think of it?

SQUARE BEAR: Make no mistake about it.

A LADY FROM THE PEANUT GALLERY: I'd just like to say welcome to Minneapolis and the Aquatennial--

HAIR BEAR: Thanks very much.

SAME LADY: --and I'd just like to ask Square Bear just what makes his Invisible Motorbike go like it does.

SQUARE BEAR: I'd have to say imagination ... and a willingness to fool the zookeepers every time. Still, since being more on the open road, I try not to tire myself out all that much just driving that Invisible Motorbike for hours on the road.

A "BIKER" TYPE IN THE PEANUT GALLERY: Have you ever thought about heading to the Sturgis rally in that invisible motorbike of yours?

SQUARE BEAR: Would we be easily recognised?

HAIR BEAR, interjecting: I suppose we would. We're BEARS, besides!

[Laughter from the audience]

BUBI BEAR: Still, the though, weren't we at Wall Drug a few times?

HAIR BEAR: Thanks for reminding me about Wall Drug, Bubi. After all, Wall Drug can get to be a pretty tacky place when their billboards say "Free Ice Water" for the most part. Still, they serve some wonderful burgers and malts...

SQUARE BEAR: Oh--and did I mention where the coffee there is still 5 cents a cup?

HAIR BEAR, buttering up: Ohhh, Square,I wasn't aware of it!

Anyway--

ANOTHER LADY FROM THE PEANUT GALLERY: Are there some other amusing little adventures from the road as would be worth sharing?

HAIR BEAR: Good question ... how many of you have heard of Truth or Consequences, New Mexico? [Not many hands showing.] Anyway, our crew, along with our close Hanna-Barbera character friends, was in Truth or Consequences last spring for their Fiesta weekend, making it a sort of reunion and convocation. Like what we're having here now over your Aquatennial.

SQUARE BEAR: Boy, those hot spring baths just felt wonderful, weren't they?

HAIR BEAR: True, but that's beside the point ... In any event, the idea came about for us Hanna-Barbera Funtastics, like yours truly, to get together and have a good time as one. Which turned out rather wonderful for all involved, I will have you know, and we were no exception!

BUBI BEAR: Such is the one sensation that we couldn't resist, being among the Fiesta crowds and sharing much wonderful to the Clyde; ohh- [HAIR BEAR puts his forepaw over BUBI's mouth, sensing where he's getting a little too excited.]

HAIR BEAR: I do apologise for that mild outburst of euphorics from Bubi there, folks; he can easily get a little too excited from time to time. Nonetheless, we're all glad to be here, and you can expect us all to be in walkabout across downtown Minneapolis throughout this Aquatennial period.

SQUARE BEAR: Just so you're aware, you can never tell when we might show up. In any case, we welcome your selfies and autograph requests--and it's not just us Hair Bears. In fact, it's the entire Funtastic World of Hanna-Barbera as is here in convocational mode!

YOGI BEAR, as if appearing from out of nowhere: Hey-hey-heyyyyy!!! [Wild applause from the audience]

HAIR BEAR, somewhat stunned: YOGI--?!! What finds you here at this symposium?

YOGI BEAR: Just couldn't find the opportunity to catch up with my cartoon cousins, as it were, here during our little convocation over Aquatennial!

HAIR BEAR, aside: Folks, in case you weren't aware, it turns out that our friend from Jellystone park, no less, has popped in to wish us well.

YOGI BEAR: And after all, who's smaaaarrrrrrter than the average bear? [Cheers and applause] And I'd just like to say "thanks" to all of you here at Aquatennial, and that we're sure grateful for your keeping us in your hearts and affections as well!!

HAIR BEAR: All in all, folks, I have to admit this may be getting a bit too much, so we'll have to break it up. Thanks in any event for coming!