#oh mood sloane

[shelbgrey]

I NEED some of those smutty/fluffy head cannons for that beautiful sexy hot cake of a man named Jackson, Plz Pookie!!!

Poison(Jackson Avery)

Paring: Jackson Avery x Sloan!Reader

Summary: ever since the hospital merge Jackson and y/n Sloan didn't get along and would often bit each heads off dispite the growing tension. Then one day they both snap in a unexpected way

Warrings: SMUT! Enemies to lovers Smut, unprotected sex, sorta hate sex.

A/n: I'll do you one better, Pookie, I'll give a whole damn story.

MasterList ML2

Jackson wasn't expecting to see her in the on-call room, but today wasn't his day. Deep down he didn't mean to scowl when he saw her, but after losing his patient, Mark and his mother being on his ass he just wasn't in the mood. He wasn't even in the mood to make a sind comment when he see saw her. He just rolled his eyes and sinp out a comment “Great, just what I needed!”

Jackson and y/n have been working together for a while now and they could never stand each other. Everyone could see that, but everyone(aside from Jackson and y/n) could see the sexual tension that grew stronger every day.

She looked up from the chart she was studying and roll her eyes and got up from the bed. Her day hadn't been the greatest either and she had a long day. She wasn't on the mood to deal with him. “don't worry I was just leaving” she frowned and grab her lab coat that was crumbled up on a chair.

He looked almost amused as he watches the fire grown in the eyes he secretly loved. “Seriously, why do you always have to be so difficult?” He walks towards her, his body language aggressive, but still controlled by his emotions.

She took a deep breath and walked around him. “Seriously, Avery I'm not in the mood”

“I can see that. What's got you all riled up?” His voice drips with sarcasm as he steps infront of her, blocking the exit of the on-call room.

“Don't patronize me, we all know you hate me... Just as much as I hate you” that wasn't true, she didn't hate him. But she wasn't about to get used or her heart broke by him.

He stops, looking down at her, anger and jealousy clear in his eyes. “Fine, let's play it your way. If you hate me so much, maybe we should just get it over with” He steps closer.

She immediately back up until my back hits the wall of the on-call room, her heart is pounding. “g-get what o-over with?” I stuttered.

He smirks, taking another step closer. “I think you know...” his beautiful eyes stared into her soul as stepped closer, leaving nothing more than an inch between them. “You always know how to push my buttons.” He leans both palms against the wall, trapping her between him and the hard surface.

Her breath hitches as she stared at him with doe eyes. “the feeling is mutual Avery” she said, trying to stand my ground. Jackson smirked, capturing her chin between his thumb and pointer finger. “which part?”

Jackson chuckles the dryly and grabs her wrists, pinning them above her head. “oh, I do know... since we're both feeling it, we might as well do something about it.”

She suprised herself when she did't fight him, she stood still and watch him as her heart pounded against her chest “Avery...what are you doing?”

“His face is inches from hers as he leans in, his breath hot on herskin. “I'm taking what's mine.” he said roughly then he crashes his lips against hers in a possessive, demanding kiss.

Her breath hitched and her eyes widened at the unexpected contact. She pull away, staring into his beautiful eyes with determination. “you don't own me, I'm not yours to take”

He grabs her chin, forcing her gaze back to his. “Oh, but you are, and I plan to prove it.” He kisses her again, harder this time, his anger and jealousy fueling the intensity. Her lips smashed against his, it was fueled with all her frustration. The first moan of this whole situation fell passed her lips as she felt his tounge brush against her lips demanding entrance. Feeling brave she doesn't, closing her lips denying it entrance.

He groans against her lips, his hands traveled down her waist to her ass, gripping it hard. She gasped at his roughness, giving him the opportunity to slip his tounge passed her lips. Their tounges fought for dominance, but she let Jackson win. As he deepens the kiss. His anger and jealousy start to mix with desire.

Y/n gripped his scrub top in her fist and and pushed him towrds the bed in the on-call room with force. Jackson stumbles back slightly, hitting the bed. His heart is racing as he looks at her. “You really want this?” He asks, his voice rough from the kissing.

“Shut up” she said roughly and stratled his lap, slamming her lips to his for a rough kiss.

Taken completely by surprise, Jackson groans into the kiss. His hands roam down her sides to her ass, pulling her body flush against his. “You're going to regret this when we're done” Jackson murmurs against her lips.

“Probably” she whispered then nipped as his jaw as she pushed him flat on his back on the bed.

“Fuck” He groans, his head falling back against the pillow. His hands slided his large hands under your lab coat, gripping her hips. Y/n quickly tugged her lab coat off and drop on the floor, his breath hitched as he watched her grind her hips against his.

“Fuck, Jackson” she moaned his first name for the first as she grind her hips a little hared. She let a moan slip past her lips when his growing erection pressed against her core.

Jackson groans, arching into her. His hands roam down your his, cupping her ass through her scrubs. “Fuck, I want you” he growls, biting his lip.

Jackson sat up, keeping her trapped in his lap as his lips trail kisses down her jaw and neck. His hands move to the hem of her scrub top, tugging it over her head. “I've dreamed about this for so long.” He whispers, grabbing her hips to control her movements against him.

“M-me too” she accidentally admitted.

His fingers brush against her bra, tracing circles against her clothed nipple with his thumb. “Then stop fighting me” He growls, capturing her lips once more in a hungry kiss.

“What's the fun in that?” she asked breathlessly as her fingers play with his short hair.

He chuckles against her skin, the sound vibrating deliciously. His hands slide underneath her scrub bottoms, caressing her ass. “You're going to be the death of me, you know that?” He teases, his lips trailing down her callorbone to the top of her breasts.

She bit her bottom lips so didn't give him the satisfaction off hearing her moan. She huffed, tugging at his scrub top, wanting it off. Feeling the tug on his scrub top, Jackson smirks against the skin of her breasts before pulling back slightly. “Impatient, aren't we?” He teases, helping to remove his scrub top, revealing his toned torso.

She gulped when she saw his chest, her eyes traveled down his toned torso and bit her lip again, stopping a moan as her hands instinctively traveled down his chest.

“slower,” he sighs, loving her delicate touch. His lips trail kisses up your neck, stopping at your ear. “Take your time.” He whispers, his hips pressing against her's again.

Her finger traveled down his chest slowly till she found the drawl strings of his scrub pants. He groans, arching into her touch. He moans as he watches her hands undo the strings and slide the pants down, freeing his cock. “You're so fucking sexy,” he whispers.

“you're driving me crazy,” he growls, his hands trailing down her sides, pushing her pants along with her underwear off. He discarded them then slides off the bed, pulling his boxers off. He climbs back on top of her, his erection pressing against her slick core. “Tell me to stop”

She shook my head no as pulled him down for a kiss. “Good girl” He whisperes, kissing her deeply. His hips start to rock against her, making he moan. He slowly pushing into her tight heat. He kisses down her jaw and a crossed her collarbone, sucking lightly as he continues to thrust.

“God, you feel so good,” he breathes, his eyes locked on hers. His thrusts become faster, harder, as he loses control. “You're mine,” he growls, biting her bottom lip.

She wrap her legs around his waist, pulling him closer against her. “s-so good” she moaned an incomplete sentence, too distracted by the way he feels against her.

“I'm going to make you scream my name” he warns, his eyes burning with lust. He picks up the pace, driving deeper into her wet heat. His body shudders with the effort to hold back as he feels her clenching around him.

“Harder, Jackson... Please” she moaned desperately.

“Fuck” he hisses, slamming into her over and over again. His mouth finds her neck, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses as he loses control. He groans her name as he feels his impending release, his hips bucking wildly.

“jackson!” she screamed against his shoulder as she bucked he hips up, trying to meet his thrusts. He cries out as well, his entire body tenses, shooting his seed deep inside. He holds himself over her, panting. “Holy shit.” He groans out, his chest heaving as he struggles to catch his breath.

A loud moan leaves her lips as his climax ignited hers. She held onto his shoulders, cumming all over his cock “J-Jackson” she panted as held on to him.

Jackson kisses her softly, his heart still racing. Slowly, he pulls out of her, leaving a trail of their mixed fluids on his member. “God damn it,” he mutters, clearly frustrated with himself.

She look at him with a confused when she saw his expression. He runs a hand over his short hair, trying to calm himself down. He climed off the bed and slipped his boxers on. “I'm sorry. That was... I shouldn't have-” He trails off, not really sure how to finish that sentence.

Her heart crumbled. “I knew it” she mumbled, shaking her head. She had let her guard down and it was like he's already trying to hurt her. Did he hate her that much? This this all just a joke to him?

He saw the pain in her eyes. “No, baby,” he says, pulling her into a tight hug. His heart aches at the thought of hurting her. He knows he's messed up before, but he never meant to make her feel this way. He holds her close, breathing in her sweet scent.

She pushed him away gently. “don't call me that” she mumbled and quickly put her scrubs back on.

His heart sinks when he felt her push him away. He wasn't handling this well. He watches her put her scrubs back on silently, trying to maintain some semblance of distance between the two of them. “Look,” he starts, taking a deep breath.

“No! you got what you wanted” she started as tears pricked her eyes. “you can go back to hating me... I'm glad you got your frustration out” she gritted her teeth as the sarcastic comment fell out.

Jackson's eyes widen at her response, shocked by the harshness in her tone. He didn't expect her to react this way. “I... I didn't mean it like that,” he says, reaching out to touch her arm lightly. “I'm just...”

She shook her head as a single tear fell down her cheek. “J-just stop... Please” she whispered, shaking her head. She refused to look at him.

The sight of her tears only serves to further torment Jackson. He hates knowing he's the cause of her pain. But he also can't seem to control his jealousy. “Fine,” he snapped, having too much pride to tell he how he truly felt.

“I'm gonna go” she croaked out and grabed her lab coat, leaving.

As she walk away broken hearted, Jackson watches her, feeling a mixture of anger, frustration, and guilt. He knows he needs to deal with his jealousy before it destroys everything, but right now, it's consuming him. “God dammit,”

She quickly wipe away her tears and walk down the hospital hallway, trying to keep it together. Jackson remains where y/n left him, his fists clenched at his sides. He takes a few deep breaths, trying to calm down. This isn't like him – he's usually the one offering support, not causing pain.

~~~~~~~~(.......)~~~~~~~~

Mark continued to talk, but Jackson wasn't processing any of it. He felt too terrible about how things ended with y/n, even worse he didn't know how to tell his best friend who just happened to be y/n big brother. Mark stopped and looked at him. “Avery, are you even listening?”

Jackson quickly looked up. “hm? Oh yeah... Burn unit right?”

Mark raised an eyebrow, he couldn't help but chuckled. “your way off... What's eatin' you?”

Jackson knew he'd be dead where he stands if he told mark the truth. “nothing”

Mark put his hand on Jackson's chest, stopping him in the middle hallway. “your distracted... What's going on with you?”

Jackson pushed his hand away and looked way, shaking his head. Mark caught sight of a red mark on his neck. Mark chuckled, grabbing Jackson's chin and turned his head to the side to see the hickey on his neck. “so you got laid and it ended badly, so what”

Jackson gulped and moved away from Mark. He felt terrible about y/n and what made things worse Mark ment alot to him. He pushed Mark away, but Mark wasn't done teasing. Mark grabed the collar of Jackson's Lab coat and pulled him back, his smile dropped when he saw the name on Jackson's lab coat wasn't his, but his little sister's. Jackson and y/n must have gotten their lab coats mixed up.

The color in Jackson's face drain as Mark let go of him. “you slept with y/n?” Mark said, his voice dropping. “my little sister”

“Mark I'm so-” Jackson was cut off by mark grabbing him by the collar of his scrubs and slamming him against the wall. Jackson was shaking and his heart pounded with regret. Mark raised his fist and Jackson flinched, but nothing happened.

“Mark, what the hell?” Derek asked, separating Mark from Jackson before he could get punched.

Mark ripped himself out of Derek's grasp. “the basterd screwed y/n”

Jackson was once again shoved against wall. This time he had Derek's arm against his throat. Y/n was just as much as Derek's sister as she was Mark's. “you what” Derek said through his teeth.

Jackson's regret tunred into rage, he shoved Derek off of him. “you don't think I regret hurting her?! She won't even talk to me now!”

“well fix it Avery! Before I knock your teeth out” Mark growled.

~~~~~~~~(.......)~~~~~~~~

Jackson finally got away from both Mark and Derek, he wanted to find y/n and explain everything and mend what he broke. He couldn't find her anywhere and knew knew she wouldn't awnser his pages. He was about to lose hope, but as he tunred the corner he ran right into her.

He stares at her for a moment before his expression softens. He sees the tears that she's trying so hard to hold back, and his heart aches for her but he can understand she was so angry. He slowly moves in front of her, putting his hand on her arm. “Please... can I talk to you for a minute?” He whispers, not wanting anyone to hear what he's going to say.

I have nothing to say... “she said softly, refusing to meet his eyes.

“y/n, please.” He gently brings her into one of the supply closets, locking the door behind him. He gently pushes her backwards, pauhing her back against the wall. Jackson leans his forehead against her's, holding her face in his hands. “y/n, I know I've hurt you, more than once. I know you probably don't want to hear what I have to say... but I need to say this.”

Tears ran down her cheeks as he pressed his forehead against her's “jackson...”

“I regret everything I've ever done to hurt you, the way I've treated you... I-I'm just...” he takes a deep breath. “I love you, I really, really do. I don't know how many times I've tried to tell myself that I'm not the man for you, I always believed you'd be better off without me, but god damn it” He leans down to gently holds her chin between his thumb and pointer finger, lifting her face up so their eyes met. “when I see your beautiful face I get so... lost.”

The tears wouldn't stop, her heart pounded against her chest from his confession. Y/n looked into his eyes and saw nothing but the truth. She couldn't hold it back any longer, no matter how badly he hurt her “I... I love you too” she said softly.

“You do?” He asked, his eyes searching her's for any sign of sarcasm. After a beat of silence he leans back down and presses his lips against her's, kissing her softly. Y/n kissed him back, holding his face in her hands. This kiss was a lot more gentler and more loving than the first. It was a sign that the odds were in their favor.

“Yes... I forgive you” she said softly, giving him and loving smile.

[dawnthefox24]

*D.va is doing a game play as she invited, Brigitte,Venture, and Kiriko to watch her play a horror game* D.va: You guys ready to watch me play "Ask For Directions" Brigitte:*looks at the screen as she shudders a bit* A-Are you you want to play that game? Kiriko: What's wrong Brigitte? Don't tell you already scared? Brigitte: I-I'm not just...I dunno... Venture: If you think Ask For Directions is cursed....THEN I HOPE SO!!! Brigitte:*Glares at them* That's not what I wanted to hear Sloane... D.va:*rolls her eyes and starts the game* Alright enough jibber jabbering! Let's go!! Brigitte:*laughs nervously* oh boy.... Kiriko:*quickly turns off the lights* Gotta be in the mood for this! Brigitte:*turns her head slowly towards Kiriko*Jag kommer att döda dig…(I will kill you…) *Soon with in an hour through the game play Venture,D.va,Kiriko and Brigitte all watch the character continue walking through a forest but see's a creature running past the main character from behind and within the trees* Brigitte:*starts laughing nervously* I-I fucking hate this game! Venture:*Is smiling but is hugging Kiriko's arm even though their scared* Pfft it's not too scary...Right Kiri? Kiriko:*throws her arms around Venture hugging them tightly shaking* Haha Y-Yeah...I'm...I...Should I go get Cole or maybe the shimada's? N-Not that I'm scared or anything!? D.va:*pauses the game and is white knuckled* YES!- I-I mean sure why not unless they want to be scared.... Brigitte: Okay I'll get- *all four of them get startled by a knock on the door causing them to scream* Cole:*enters the room turning on the lights* WHAT HAPPENED!? YOU GUYS OKAY!? D.va:*has her head buried in her hands*DAMMIT!! Venture:*laughs a bit trying to calm down* H-Hey Cole... Brigitte:*just starts a cry laughter* Cole I need a hug.... Kiriko: *is hugging her kitsune tightly shaking * I think I'm having a heart attack..... Cole:*looks at all of them quite concerned till he see's the horror game* Okay I want all four of you to take a deep breath and relax I'm going to make some te- Venture,D.va,Kiriko and Brigitte:*all latched onto him* DON'T LEAVE!! Cole:*looks at them and sighs* Okay,Okay, come with me and yes the lights are on... Brigitte: Hana this is your fault! D.va: WHAT!? Kiriko: Y-Yeah you forced us to watch you play! Venture: Were you scared to play it alone!? D.va: WHAT NO! COLE THEIR BULLYING ME!! Cole:*sighs softly as he takes them to the kitchen to make tea not before reprimanding them about playing horror games in the dead of night*

[ashascoven]

☽ ✯ venture x witch! reader pt. 2! ✯ ☾

✯ anddd welcome again, to my first venture fanfic ever!!!

✯ here is part one, more parts are to be added overtime >:)

✯ this part is lowkey lots of yapping.. but, i tried making the dialogue fun!!

✯ i hope there's someone out there to enjoy this, happy reading and happy venture loving!

☆ FANFIC DEETS! venturexreader ☆

reader is a female who practices witchcraft! i wrote her that way because i also am a witch irl! :,)

VERY lengthy build-up fanfic (LOTS of reading.. i type a lot i think?)

venture is referred to as sloan <3

lifeweaver is besties with the reader, referred to as niran!

everything related to witchcraft here may be exaggerated / inaccurate for fanfic purposes.. but i tried writing it all into an experience > just reading!!

eventual ritual smut....

feel free to hmu, hope u enjoy :D

A doorbell going off ended up interrupting your moment with your companions, earning a startled jolt from you.

‘oh? who could that- oh my stars-!’

“i forgot niran was coming over! Σ(O_O)”

You quickly set your pets down, practically skating to the door in your fuzzy knee socks.

“niran!”

“y/n, hello! it's a pleasure to see you again! :D”

“likewise! please, come in!”

You beamed, gesturing for him to come inside.

“man, your outfit’s nice, even on a rainy day! you always smell so good too!” 

You cheerfully spoke as he closed his petal patterned umbrella and stepped onto your welcoming ‘beware of rock eater’ mat.

“why thank you! i try to dress for the mood! today is.. comfortable, and despite the weather, bright. (๑˘︶˘๑)”

He bowed with his hands clasped together before following you in, immediately taking his shoes off and continuing.

A picnic basket hung from one of his arms, seemed to be filled with flowers and food.

He wore a baggy pastel yellow sweater with loose-fitted brown pants and sandals. His hair was also tied back, a peach colored flower clip holding it into a wispy bun.

You on the other hand… You just wore what you slept in; a dark purple nightgown that went down to your calves. 

No worries there though, it was just Niran, and you two were close anyway.

He came over every now and then, usually while Sloan was at work. You two would chat over tea and catch up on each other's lives, sometimes baking or even studying something together. 

One thing you really piqued his interest with was your love for witchcraft. In return, his notorious green thumb is what had yours.

Naturally, both of you working with the Earth and the life on it led to the blossoming friendship you two shared, being the best of spiritual friends.

“i was just about to start brewing the tea for our chat today.. how's it going?”

You asked, leading him to your kitchen’s coffee table and quickly pulling out chairs for you both. You then stood by the counter, frantically pulling out mugs and boiling water for you both.

“i’m doing wonderfully! thank you, my friend.” He sat down gently, setting down his basket on the table to quickly pet the vase of roses at the table.

The growing buds on the plant seemed to like Niran, sprouting open as he touched them. He pulled his hand away, careful to not turn your entire kitchen into a greenhouse with just his fingertips.

The flytraps (and other plants) on the counter across also seemed to like him, slowly moving their heads to face him as if he were the sun.

“i brought some plants that were freshly picked from my garden! their flavors would compliment that delicious tea you always make. maybe you could use some for your spell work as well?”

He opened the basket, pulling out an assortment of different herbs and flowers. 

The smell of lavenders, jasmines, mints, lemon balms, chamomile.. It was an ongoing list of the smells that hit your nose, and you took them all in graciously.

“ah, thank you, niran! these are all so.. lovely! and they smell amazing.. i could sniff at these for ageess..!” You swooned, now standing over the table with flowers pressed against your nose, making Niran chuckle.

“anytime, my dear y/n! here, i brought some other things you might like too. there's some ginger, cinnamon, cloves, thyme..”

As he continued listing off each item and taking them out of the basket, you drooled.

“phew, it's like you did all of my craft's shopping for me! thank you so much, this is all so thoughtful, genuinely!” You cheered, throwing your arms around the silver haired man.

“really, anytime! i know you really enjoy what you practice, and your skills from it has helped me many times in the past. so, if anything, thank you.”

He returned the hug, patting your back with a close-eyed smile.

“ahh, you’re literally one of my biggest supporters! what would i do without you? how, uh.. how could i repay you? this is all too kind, ya know..”

You pulled away and looked to the side in embarrassment, your hands still on his shoulders.

He put a hand on top of one of yours, his smile still gleaming.

“well, if you really insist, how about a reading? if your energy is up to it, of course.”

You looked back at him, constellations in your eyes.

“you bet! i’d love to do a reading for you! let me just grab the decks from my room!”

Niran watched as you rushed back to the table with your arms filled with decks of cards. 

He would have offered to help you with carrying them, but you seemed to have had it handled in your own orderly way..

“okay, so! this flower themed tarot deck is definitely speaking to me, let's set that one aside..”

You started separating the pile of decks on the table, mumbling to yourself over what cards you felt fit Niran’s energy.

“this lunar oracle deck can come out too! full moon’s tomorrow, and the cards are pink! so it'd make sense..”

“medieval themed oracle cards..?? ehh.. too classy and old, i dunno about that on-”

“OOH! but but but!! we HAVE to use these cherry blossom themed set of cards for you, niran! wouldn't you agree?!”

Truthfully, Niran didn't mind what cards or tools you used to read his energy.

“of course, y/n! those blossom cards are lovely. i trust whichever ones you decide to use, since your judgment has never once let me down.”

He chuckled, clasping his hands together with an accepting smile.

He's trusted your intuition for years, and your empathetic senses have definitely rubbed off on him too.

You've gotten him through hard times you didn't even think were possible for such a passive person, especially for one who is so in tune with their own frequencies to the planet.

He went back to sipping at his tea, watching how you quickly put the decks you didn't plan to use back in your room, returning with a box of incense sticks.

Something in the air felt a bit off to him already, but he wasn't quite sure what it was.

Your home felt safe and comfortable, but your aura felt.. bothered. It was written on your face as well, but he wasn't going to mention it right away.

“hmm. since i have yet to ask you.. how are you doing, y/n?”

He asked, observing you as you sat back down and hastily laid out the three decks you chose for him.

“whew, how am i?” You repeated, pulling out a stick and lighting it, circling it around the card boxes on the table.

“i wiiisssh i could say i wasn't thrown off but.. niran, you honestly wouldn't believe what sloan did to me this morning..” You shook your head, knocked on the tarot deck box, and pulled out the cards.

“oh? that.. already doesn't sound good.” He crossed a leg over the other in his seat, taking another sip of tea.

“mhm. you know those jars of water i had curing under every full moon for 3 years? the long-term salted ones?”

He nodded, his eyes falling onto your fast hands, shuffling the cards face-down.

“well! guess who randomly decided to wake up this morning and take them to work? sloan did.” Your shuffling got quicker after a card flew out onto the table.

“what's even worse? they literally boiled an egg with some of the water! and FED IT TO ME!!” Two more cards flew out.

“goddess only knows what they took the rest for! could you believe that??! who even does that to a witch, ya know??!? what's the big idea?!?” You gritted your teeth, not noticing another card flying out.

The rain seemed to fall harder the more you ranted about your current frustration with Sloan.

Niran noticed this, taking a quick glance at how much darker it suddenly turned outside through the kitchen window.

You however, did not. Your eyes were closed as they usually were for card readings, in hopes of helping you focus more on what energy you were working with.

“it's just so crazy to me to think that we've been together so long, and i went over this with them before too!” Another card plopped onto the table.

“i told them ‘please don’t ever mess with any jars of water i leave around the house' when we first got together.. and what do they do?! they mess with it!!! what if they quit their job to go and boil eggs for other people with my fucking water!?” Your angry shuffling became difficult for Niran’s eyes to keep up with.

“they already made it to my himalayan salts AND my salt lamps! how do you think they broke their teeth? it wasn’t even a rock, it was a salt lamp, niran, a salt lamp!"

He was convinced the lightning would've struck through your house if you had kept going, but he didn't dare to interrupt a.. clearly agitated witch.

"..but my water?!? really?? salt is easy to get back, but not all of that moon's energy! i took my time preserving it because i take my waters seriously!” 

You smacked the last card on the table, getting startled by the thunder outside also slamming down in sync with your hand.

This snapped you out of your rant and back into reality, your eyes widening in realization..

“o-oh! wait- i-i’m so sorry! geez, the weather's really gotten to me today, huh?-”

“no, please, feel free to continue!＼(٥⁀▽⁀ )／”

“..huuh? (〇_ｏ)”

Niran had reached across the table, gently taking the rest of cards out of your grasp and placing them aside. Then, he held one of your hands with both of his, that welcoming glow still on his face. (.❛ ᴗ ❛.)

“your craft is most effective when your energy is at its truest and realest display, am i right?”

“u-uh.. uh-huh..?” You nodded, surprised at Niran’s understanding.

“then please, if voicing your frustrations would help you connect more closely with your practice, i’m happy to listen.”

You looked down at his hands, then at the six cards laying out on the table.

“i- uh- sorry, and thank you.. i’m grateful that you get me so well.” You rubbed the back of your neck out of embarrassment and looked to the side.

“of course, y/n! you are always welcomed to let your emotions flourish around me.”

He held his face and leaned on the table in content. The soft smile he wore hadn’t left since he arrived. (ᵔ◡ᵔ)

The six cards were laid out with their faces downward, three above the other three.

☐☐☐

☐☐☐

You flipped the first row of cards upwards, revealing the knight of cups, the fool, and the tower, all reversed.

“hmm.. the knight of cups is the protagonist of our reading today,” you closed your eyes again with a hum, “they are ambitious and filled with passionate energy for something, but they are also reckless and.. venturesome.”

“this leads us to the fool. they don't feel like a separate person, but rather, someone who the knight is on the path of becoming. their ambition leads them to.. a lack of direction, and forgetting the consequences of their actions.”

“heh, sounds familiar.” Niran chuckled.

“pshh, i know right?” You opened your eyes, rolling them.

“when they become the fool, they bring.. crisis, and they bring it very soon.” You rubbed your chin, your eyes dancing between the cards as if it were a movie only you could watch. 

“this is the tower card, and it represents some sort of inevitable disaster. we can see the fool is approaching it, so.. i say, the fool’s obliviousness is what will lead the tower to fall.”

“it doesn't feel like a mistake or.. anything malicious though..” You looked to the side, your eyes catching onto Sloan's ‘i can dig that!’ mug in the dish drainer.

“it just feels like.. destruction, one that is well needed in order to learn some kind of lesson.” Your eyes went back to the cards on the table.

“I see.” Niran kept observing your movements, choosing to wait until the end of the reading to speak his mind.

“the tower falling only brings change, and this can be both great and not-so-great. there's unavoidable loss, but also a new beginning to something.. naturally, the fool won't see that right away."

“it feels like they'll need time to process their guilt.. to understand that misfortune is a part of life, and that's where the wheel comes in.” 

You turned over the second row of cards, not needing to see them to know that the next one would be the wheel of fortune. 

All of them were also reversed.

“the wheel of fortune represents bad luck here.. sometimes, there's just some things that happen in life that you can't control, whether you caused its awakening or not, ya know?”

Sloan had found themselves a beauty, one that they were sure their witch at home would love.

It was a palm-sized geode, just small enough to fit into the rims of the water-filled jars.

But, what made this geode special? With all of the other geodes and clusters of stones overflowing in their bag, what made the adventurer stop and swoon over this specific ore?

Well, they always loved it when crystals they planned on bringing home for you ended up having funky shapes, especially when mined in halves.

They've brought you star shapes, cloud shapes, diamond shapes, even animal shapes!.. but never a heart shaped one before, and that's what this one was.

It was a heart shaped cluster of celestites.

Celestine is a sky-blue mineral, said to be formed by pieces of the heavens that had fallen to the Earth ages ago. 

They knew this because it was on your master list of gemstones you wanted to add to your collection.

‘..moldavite, black opal.. star hollandite quartz, aventurine.. oh! would you believe that i have yet to own a piece of celestine?!..’

They memorized the entirety of your list, but that segment of it is what made their findings click to them. 

It wasn't the rarest or most expensive stone to own or anything, and they admired that you wanted crystals like it for its spiritual aspect over its worth.

That's apart of what made them fall in love you.

Even when you guys first met, Sloan had all of the money in the world from their adventurous style of living.

People were more than happy to pay them for the joyful risks they took on their life in order to uncover artifacts from the past.

Despite this, money truly didn't matter to them. It never changed them as a person, nor did it change you.

That, along with the interest you two shared in rocks and bones is what brought together your relationship with them.

More specifically, you studied the spiritual and emotional attributes of crystals, and this opened Sloan’s eyes to a new world of caving.

Most of their life was spent being an archeologist after all, so their studies strayed more towards the physical attributes and formations of rocks than spiritual.

When you told them about how you practiced using crystals to align your energy for all sorts of occasions in your life, their jaw dropped.

It was like their life of eating rocky road ice cream was changed with you showing them more flavors.

‘HUH?!? ROCKS CAN.. DO THAT?!?’

‘duh?!? our planet is constantly moving at different frequencies, along with all of the things on it! that includes us, and the rocks that we live on.. i'm surprised you didn-’

‘what would happen if i hypothetically ate a rock that wasn't matching my vibe!?!’

‘👁️👁️’

‘👁️👁️’

The talks you two shared about how the origins of rocks and their metaphysical meanings correspond together just clicked buttons in your brains that decided you two were soulmates.

Sloan could listen to you rant for hours on how the colors and shapes of different crystals determined their meditative uses, all while confidently being able to explain how they were formed to you if you asked.

Of course, you'd ask with your ears wide open every time, happily willing to listen to them.

Each time you gave them your fullest attention and actually seemed interested in their rocky rambles, they felt their heart race even more for you.

This turned into museum dates, fossil hunting dates at the beach, crystal shop visits, and even picnics where you two would go searching for bugs to keep together.

Sloan had never spent so much time tuning into their element with someone like this before.

Eventually, they found themselves in your house one day, laying on their stomach in your bed, shirtless and comforted by your aura.

You sat closely next to them, a bowl in your hand, filled with crystals that they had gifted you after every date.

Then, you started lining gemstones on their back, giving them sweet little back rubs and telling them about the chakra roots of each one.

(You also had to control yourself from not touching all over their muscles..)

In response, they spoke more slowly and calmly, which was surprising compared to their usual quick, excited talks with you.

‘..and this one? works really well with clearing your throat chakra, whether your sick or feeling shy, it works miracles in getting your words out-’

‘mmmh… is it.. a turquoise rock?’

‘yeah! :D’

‘hnngh, i figuureedd.. that one probably took millions of years to form, since water has to driiipp it's way into rocks, making oxygen go bye-byee.. (¯▿¯)’

They seemed so out of it, but it made you giggle to yourself, knowing you were doing your current job right.

‘thenn? it oxidizes and- ooughh, that's the spot..- it oxidizes and reacts andd.. boomm, bluee.. (o´∀`o)’

The magic you worked with your hands into the knots in their back made their eyes roll back in relief, struggling to focus on their words.

‘ahh, i could marry someone with.. haanddss like youurss~.. this is the liiifee..!’

‘wh- hello??? (ᗒᗣᗕ)’

It took a bit.. okay, maybe a LOT of nervous apologies and indirect confessions for them to actually ask you out after that, but you guys got together in the end!

Even with the new titles of being romantic partners, the way you two bounced off of each other's energies never faded as time passed.

Maaayybee sometimes you'd get onto them for eating away at your salts.. and your incense ashes.. and your crushed egg shells..

But! They always made sure to bring home a new gemstone for you whenever they left the house, and that made your love for them never fade.

In return, you always keep their favorite ice cream in the freezer for them anyway.

Only two hours had passed of them being in the mine, and they already scored their find of the day! 

Bonus points since they had the perfect plan for how they wanted to give it to you..

They hastily picked up their tools and jogged back to the entrance, wiping sweat off of their forehead with a ‘phew! ⸜(*ˊᗜˋ*)’

They stretched for a bit, before hovering over their belongings. 

First, they made sure to pack their tools and crystal finds into their bag, putting back on their jackets and dusting off their shoulders for extra ‘feeling accomplished’ measures. °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°

Then, they hovered over where the jars stood, uncovering the dark cloths and lids off of them to carefully drop different clusters into them, including the celestine.

They held the jar of now-soaking celestine up to their eye, smiling at the thought of surprising you with it.

‘ i hope mi amor likes it!〜(＞＜)〜 '

After refastening the clothed lids back on, they slid the filled jars into their jacket pockets, grabbing their things and zipping back up to their surface with their rope.

They planned on surprising you with what they'd like to call, ‘sloan’s super-duper charged jar of celestine!!’ (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Niran enjoyed watching you do tarot readings solely for the moments where you basically predicted the cards. 

It made the experience more eye opening to how in tune you really were with your practice. 

You didn't just read what was on the cards, you read what they were telling you.

“when the wheel decides the misfortune of this foolish adventurer, they'll stumble on five cups..”

“the five of cups appears here to highlight the pure intentions and forgiveness of the fool, but this causes them to clumsily knock over three of said cups.” You picked up the fool and sat it on top of the five of cups..

“they’ll mourn the falling of these cups, regretting their newfound knowledge of misfortune coming back to them threefold, but.."

“maybe it's just, a harsh lesson to be learnt?”

“their belief of the threefold law only stresses them out more, but the two cups left standing are to represent the people they still have in their life-”

“ah, so despite the fool’s despair, they still have support from the standing cups?” Niran asked in a seemingly curious tone, but really, he now had an idea of what, or rather, who your reading might've really meant..

“yup! does this.. resonate with you, niran? someone you know, maybe?”

“hmm.. i'm not so sure.” He was entirely sure, but he was waiting for you to figure it out.

“i see.. well, it feels like.. i'm being told that this person is very likely to beat themselves up over an accident, easily forgetting that they aren't alone.”

“if this reaches you, then the lovers card is here for reassurance, kind of?” You held the last card upright to show him, your other hand going over your heart.

“the lovers tend to bring harmony, but since they're reversed.. they represent conflict and pressure.” You placed it back down in its original reversed state.

“i would take them as a sign to take a break from something maybe? even the most hopeful changes in routine can throw off the balance of what didn’t need a change after al-”

“IM HOOOMMEEEE, MII AMOOORR~!!!! ⊂( ´ ▽ ` )⊃”

✯ if you've made it this far, tysm for reading again!

✯ i tried to keep the writing immersive (im running on no hours of sleep), but despite all of this still being a wip / proofread, feedback is 100% welcomed!

✯ here is the link for part 3! anddd here are the borders used!

✯ that being said, enjoy your day/night! stay hydrated, stan venture <3

[midnightsun-if]

jumping in here to ask the classic "would you still love me if I was a worm" with the ROs please :"

Koda: "Would I be a worm too?" A big pout downturns his lips, brow furrowed. "I wouldn't like not being able to communicate with you. But! If I was a worm too that wouldn't be an issue." He wraps a well-muscled arm around you. "Don't you think that's a good plan? We'll be two worms in love."

Scarlett: A dark chuckle leaves crimson-painted lips, emerald eyes flash dangerously. "My dearest heart, do you truly think I wouldn't hunt down the witch that hexed you and make them change you back?" She steps closer, nose grazing across your cheek, before her lips gently press a kiss to the shell of your ear. "I will love you in any form you take, for you are my one and only, but that doesn't mean I won't destroy the individuals who have the audacity to think they can take you from me."

Cryus/Cyra: They seem floored by the question, multi-colored eyes flashing between gold and red as they try to figure it out. "I-Is that a trick question, Anon?" A beat of silence passes before their gaze narrows into slits. "Wait!? Is this just another long-drawn-out bird joke? I thought we agreed to stop all animal-related quips. Do I need to get out my notebook again?"

Quinn: "You'd be a worm." An almost incredulous look etches itself across their face. "A wriggly, slimy, worm. I think I'd try my best to get you turned back, but I wouldn't pursue any form of relationship with you." Knowing how that sounds, they offer an apologetic smile and gently bop your nose. "I'd make you a little pouch and carry you around though. How does that sound?"

Caden: "O-Oh," they murmur, worry etched across their features. "I don't think I could see myself not loving you, no." When you wrap your arms around them in response, they allow a warm smile to curl their lips, even though it falls only a second later as worry worms its way through their chest. Their nose nuzzles into your neck, arms tightening around you. I just wouldn't know how to break that news to your mothers.

Sloane: They scoff. "What kind of bullshit question is that?" Turning back to their unlit cigarette, which still dangles haphazardly from their lip, they don't turn back towards you, even as they continue to mutter to themself, trying to get their match to light. But, sensing your dejected mood, they let loose another, more drawn-out, huff. "Look, Anon." They spit out their cigarette for good measure. "The worm would be you, yeah?" At your nod, they shrug. "So, how could I not love it?"

Blake: "This some kind of weird roleplay, angel?" A salacious grin upturns their lips, violet eyes shimmering with amusement. "It's not something I've ever heard before, but I give you props for creativity." At your incredulous look, a bright laugh escapes them, showcasing that they had simply been kidding. "I've never thought about loving a worm, but I've definitely tried to love worse in the past. And none of them were you underneath it all."

Reginald/Regina: Blue-green eyes widen in alarm. "Can that actually happen?" They quickly pat their sides, checking if they were suddenly being transformed into a worm. "What would that even be like? Would you still have all your intelligence and memories? Or would you actually be a worm? Would any of your vampiric instincts--" At your look, they trail off, and offer a half-hearted smile. "Sorry, I just think all of the possibilities are fascinating, but for your question? I think so, yeah."

[caseyandsloan]

Mark Sloan x own character

Back story

Mark Sloan had been dating Meredith Grey’s older sister Madison Grey, and they had ended there relationship a couple of months ago. Madison had broken up with Mark when he wanted to step up and be a father for his pregnant daughter that he had only known for two months, but it was too much for Madison and she wasn’t ready to be a step mother to a teenager.

Madison Grey was working at Seattle Grace hospital as the head of Cardio, she was close friends with Callie Torres who works at the hospital and she was a really good friend with Addison Montgomery but she wasn’t working at the hospital anymore.

Friends to both Madison and Mark never thought that they would get together, they didn’t even had that thought when Mark was making sexual comments.

Madison’s pov

I was at the hospital and I was working like I had been doing for the past hour, at the moment I was standing by the nurses station and just filling out some paperwork. I looked up from my papers and I saw Callie walking over to me and I saw she was smiling a little bit. I just wished that I was feeling her mood today, but I wasn’t.

Madison - hey, you look happy.

Callie - I am, and you look like you have been sick.

Madison - oh…thanks.

I went back to looking at my paperwork, and we stayed quiet for a couple of seconds before Callie spoke up again.

Callie - can we go and talk somewhere else?

Madison - sure.

She pulled me away from nurses station and she dragged me away towards the girls bathroom which wasn’t to far away from the nurses station. Callie was looking around inside of the bathroom to see if someone else was there.

Madison - what’s up, Callie?

Callie - I have something to tell you.

Madison - okay, I’m listening.

Callie - I’m pregnant!

Madison - OMG, that’s amazing. Who’s the father?

Callie - you remember the guy from the bar?

Madison - yes?

Callie - he is the father but I don’t know anything about him.

I don’t know what happened to me and my body but I just started to feel really nauseous, I had to take a few deep breaths and leaned in to the sink.

Callie - what’s going on with you?

Madison - I don’t know, I haven’t been feeling so good for the past couple of days. I have been throwing up and feeling nauseous.

Callie - is there a chance that you might as well is pregnant?

Madison - god no, you need to have…….

I started to think for a few seconds, the last person I slept with was Mark Sloan which was a couple of weeks ago and the same night as Callie slept with a stranger.

Callie - did you and Mark use protection?

Madison - I don’t know, I was drunk and I don’t remember so much of that night.

Callie - stay here, I will go and grab something. I will be right back.

When Callie had left the bathroom I started to think about the possibility that I might be pregnant, I was freaking out about little bit. I haven’t thought about having kids, my career has always been on my mind. And I didn’t have the best mom which had lead me to not thinking about kids since she was also a surgeon.

Callie came back after she had been gone for a couple of minutes, but I saw Callie holding something in her hand.

Callie - take this test!

She handed me the pregnancy test and I walked in to one of the bathroom stalls, and I peed on the stick and then I just had to wait.

Two days later

Mark’s pov

It was early in the morning and I was still laying in my bed, I heard Callie was up and doing something in the kitchen. She had been staying with me since Arizona had left to Africa but Arizona was back in Seattle but Callie didn’t want to move back in to the apartment just yet.

I heard a knock to my bedroom door, and I was expecting to see Callie opening the door but it wasn’t her. Madison Grey was the one who opened the door and walked in to my bedroom.

Mark - hey!

Madison - hey.

She sounded nervous and she looked kind of nervous, which isn’t normal to see.

Mark - what are you doing here? Do you need the Sloan method?

Madison - no.

She laughed a little, and I had missed hearing her laugh. I had missed everything about her since she broke up with me and after the night we had been sharing together at my place.

Madison - I need to tell you something.

Mark - okay, come and sit here.

I had my hand on the other side of the bed to show her that she could sit down on my bed. I watched as she took a deep breath before she said something.

Madison - I’m pregnant!

It felt like a bitch slap on my face and I just stayed quiet, I was shocked when I heard what Madison told me. I was so damn shocked I couldn’t say anything or even move.

Madison’s pov

Less then five minutes ago I had told Mark that I was pregnant, he haven’t said a word since I told him. I guess he was shocked to hear this and especially since Callie had told that she was pregnant yesterday.

Madison - You have to say something. Words. Make words.

Mark - Holy crap.

Madison - Yep.

Mark - A baby?

Madison - Growing like a weed in my uterus.

Mark - Not like a weed. Like a mighty oak.

I really thought that he would freak out, but I guess he just needed to process it.

Mark - I just have to ask. Is it mine?

Madison - yes, it is. You are the last person I slept with.

Mark - We're gonna be great parents.

Madison - Mark, you ... you don't have to do ...

Mark - Are you kidding? That's my kid in there.

He placed his hand on my stomach, I was now laying next to him over the covers in his bed.

Mark - I'm a dad. We're parents ... of a baby.

I couldn’t help but smile, and I couldn’t help to notice that Mark had an even bigger smile on his face.

Madison - Okay. You're in.

Mark - Should we get married?

Madison - Oh, no. No, I mean, I'm all for raising a baby with you, but, uh, there's a line.

Me and Mark aren’t even together and I don’t want to get married now, and especially since I’m pregnant. I want to get married in the future and the only reason why to get married is love, and not to get married because someone knocked me up.

General’s pov

About 6 hours had passed since the early morning, Madison and Mark was at the hospital working like they usually do. Mark and Madison haven’t seen each other since Madison left his apartment.

Mark had been walking around in the hospital for the past 10 minutes to look after Derek. And after he had been walking around in the hospital, he finally found Derek sitting in one of the conference rooms.

Mark walked in to the room and Derek looked up from his paperwork and watched as Mark was standing in front of him on the opposite side of the table.

Derek - Want to know what's really fun and not at all depressing? Alzheimer's research.

Mark - Madison is having my baby.

Derek - what?

Mark - right? Best news of my life. At least it would be, if she wanted to get back together.

Madison and Mark didn’t get the chance to talk about them this morning.

Mark - I just want to get back together with her, so that we can be a family and give our baby the family that I didn’t have. But I don’t know what to do, especially since Madison is stubborn.

Derek had just been quiet the whole time since Mark had opened his mouth and talked about himself and about Madison.

Mark - You're the man with the answers. What do you think?

Derek - How could Meredith and I try for months and not have any luck, and you look at somebody, and a baby appears?

Mark - Sloans are unusually fertile.

Derek - You're a classic example of failing up.

Mark - Not exactly the advice I was looking for.

Derek - Well, you got it. Cheers.

Mark was just standing by the wall and watching as Derek walked out of the room. Mark was really happy and thrilled that Madison was pregnant with his child but he was scared as well of everything.

Mark’s pov

Most of my work day had passed and I haven’t seen Madison since she was at my place. After I had talked to Derek a couple of things have been going through in my head. I have been thinking about me and Madison, I have been talking to Arizona since she is in kind of same position as me with Callie.

I was currently standing outside of OR 2 and waiting for Madison to be done with her surgery. I wanted to talk to her for a few minutes and ask her something.

I have been waiting for Madison for about 30minutes, I was looking at some paperwork which was about the patient Madison was working on. The time went really slow and it felt like I have been waiting for two hours but I had only been waiting for little over 30minutes.

I watched as Madison walked out of the OR and behind her Lexie Grey and Alex Karev walked out of the OR. Madison saw me and she said something to the residents before she walked over to me.

Madison - hey.

Mark - hey, how did the surgery go?

Madison - good, the patient survived.

I don’t know but I was a little bit nervous, it has been about 6 or 7 month since she and I was a couple and it didn’t end the way I wanted. I was pretty cold towards her when she did break up with me and then I was just an ass.

Mark - can we talk tonight after work?

Madison - sure.

Mark - can you come by my place then, at 8?

Madison - yeah, is everything okay?

Mark - yes.

I didn’t want to tell her right away what I wanted to talk to her about, I wanted to wait for tonight.

Madison’s pov

I had finished my shift about one and a half hour ago, and I had just walked in to the apartment building where Mark is living and where Callie and Arizona are living too. I took the elevator to the fifth floor where they are all living but Mark has his own apartment and Callie has one with Arizona.

I had just walked out of the elevator and I was walking towards where Mark is living, I came up to his door and I press the doorbell. I just had to wait a few seconds before the door opened, and Mark was standing there in a pair of black pants and a black shirt.

Mark - hey!

Madison - hey.

He let me inside, and I followed him as he walked towards the kitchen which was connected to the living room. We both stayed quiet as we walked in to the kitchen, I smelled pizza and my eyes did catch the sight of a homemade pizza on the kitchen island.

Mark - I made some pizza, and I know you love pizza. I have some great things on the pizza which I read was good for the baby.

Madison - thanks!

I watched as Mark took two pizza slices and he placed each one of them on two plates, he handed me one of the plates and he went and took a seat next to me on the kitchen island. I took a bit of the pizza and it tasted really good, and I was almost a little surprised that Mark could cook something this good.

When we were a couple before, it was always me cooking.

Madison - delicious pizza.

Mark - thanks, I’m glad you liked it.

Madison - okay, Mark. Why did you ask me to come here?

Mark - I wanted to talk about us and the baby.

I knew this would come but I didn’t think he would bring it up so fast.

Mark - I want you to give us a second chance. We are having a baby and I know you want to give our baby a family, the family that we didn’t really have.

I had to think for a few seconds.

Madison - okay, I will give us a second chance. But then I want us to take it slow and not rush in to things.

Mark - deal, you won’t regret!

He had a big smile on his face and I couldn’t help to laugh a little. Mark got a little closer to me and he leaned in with his head until our lips were connected. I had missed feeling his lips on my lips, I even felt like a teenage girl again as we were kissing.

Mark - stay here tonight.

Madison - okay.

We continued to kiss and we had totally forgot about the pizza, the night started with kisses and the night ended with us sleeping together.

Would you guys like another part of this?

[sloanesallow]

me, expelling some sad resentment, mostly just to get it out so I can stop thinking about it and move on

do you ever find yourself... idk, jealous of the creator relationships within fandom? Like, you see all the stuff people make for each other or create together and it generates not just FOMO but that gross swirly feeling in your gut?

I grew up as the "butt" of a lot of friend groups where I totally thought I was friends with people, but then would find out they were hanging out together without me and making fun of me behind my back.

I've tried to make and foster friendships here, share Sloane in written and artistic form but perhaps she/me is not that interesting, or I don't have anything of value to offer. I've been told "oh I'll draw a scene from your fic for you because we're friends" only to be ignored when I try to reach out again, because I guess Sloane isn't as interesting as other people's MCs. Other times it is stories or game photos or mood boards or anything and nothing ever comes of it. I know I'm not entitled to anything or people's time, but it still hurts.

And I want to do nice things for people but I also don't want to seem like a suck-up just looking for attention. I guess it's easier to isolate, less risk of getting your feelings hurt. I tried to integrate myself on TikTok, but I have pretty much left that behind. I can't seem to make friends here, even when replying to people (it used to be so much easier). And I’m thankful for the Discord community, but even then I sometimes feel…alone or forgotten. It’s perception, but each little cut adds up. But yeah. It hurts my squishy brain.

So like, I think those horrible feelings come creeping back even in my grown-ass adulthood. I think I also set myself up for disappointment a lot, thinking something is going to happen and then when it doesn't I just feel... idk. Empty. Or stupid, which is how I actually feel now when I thought, perhaps naively, that maybe more would happen when I celebrated Sloane's birthday. Just like I wrote in the fic, forgotten.

anyways.

[peachy-wolfhard]

He's an asshole but he's MY asshole (III)

A/N: oh emm gee :0 the amount of people that like this series is so cool!!! hope everyone likes this part its the sad one :,). dialogue directly from the episode as usual. Reader is NOT one of the siblings, brother and sister is used in an in-laws kind of way. 

Taglist at the bottom, feel free to ask to be tagged in upcoming parts!

Warnings: character deaths, Ben is an ass to the reader, manipulation? kinda?, animal cruelty (i think? Ben squeezes one of Fei’s ravens), religious talk, Grace being her season 3 weird self, reader thinks the kugelblitz is punk, gore, violence, angst

Word Count: 3.2k

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     “Oh my god, you are NEVER going to believe what just happened!” Sloane excitedly states, rushing into your room and slamming the door. “So lemme guess.” you say smirking “Luther came over and you…danced on the ceiling,” you say trying desperately not to burst into laughter. Her face goes white and a shocked look is slapped across her face, “H-how did you know?” she asks finally being quiet about her rendezvous. “Well I mean it’s not like you two were exceptionally quiet…and I was walking by your door,” you smirk. “So how was it and please spare details I don't need all that information,” and with that, it becomes impossible to shut up, telling you too many details and too much about Luther.

     Sitting with Ben in Fei’s room while she feeds her birds was not your ideal night in but hey, it's better than having to fight the umbrellas. Your thoughts are interrupted by Fei speaking. “Were getting tons of missing person complaints in a three-block radius. I was thinking hysteria,” Fei says before going back to chopping meat. “What are they up to?” Ben questions. “Who?” Fei asks curiously before Ben replies, The Umbrella Academy. “Still can't believe they're umbrellas and not some living thing,” you say trying to lighten the mood but failing. “Use your heads number two and number seven,” Ben says while standing up. “First Marcus, now they’re grabbing civilians off the streets?” Ignoring his question you began to think when the last time Ben called you by your number, sure in arguments about him not being the leader anymore he would bring up your rank but he wouldn't call you number eight.

     “Number two and number seven? I suppose that means you’re number one now?” Fei says confused by the shift in numbers. Ben justified that by stating that Marcus is missing, so he's taking the reigns. Fei chuckles at him. Oh fuck. This starts an argument in which Ben sarcastically asks if Fei thinks they should be the new leader. “You had your chance once. Didn't turn out too well, now, did it?” she throws in his face. Just then Ben grabs one of Fei’s precious birds, the birds that are directly linked to her, and squeezes it. “Say that again,” he says threateningly, with a sick smirk on his face.

    Fei starts to call her ravens, just as Grace walks and asks to clean up, immediately Ben releases the raven and tells her to do it quickly. Almost immediately they start arguing again “You know I respect Marcus,” “of course” “I would do anything to protect him,” “Sure,” Fei hisses out knowing the power struggle that has been between them for years since Ben’s demotion. “We’ve been numbers two, three, and eight for far too long, Fei. With Marcus gone, it's moving day,” Ben reasons finally getting Fei to crack. Ben then prattles on about how it’ll be them, center stage taking things to a new level. 

     “So what’s in it for me?” you ask intrigued. “Love, you have been number eight since forever, I mean come on even in another place you were at the bottom of the totem pole. Don't you want a promotion?” Ben’s offer does sound nice, however, him saying you're at the bottom of the totem pole hits a nerve. “Bottom of the totem pole? What the fuck is wrong with you? Maybe I like being number eight,” you argue. “But I know you don't; you want the recognition; you want to be seen as more of a person and not a blood-thirsty killing machine, right?” Ben says condescendingly while squatting to be face to face with you; holding your hands. Ripping your hands away, you stand to leave, heading for your bedroom. Normally you would've stood up for yourself and ripped whoever insulted you a new asshole, however, this was Ben. 

     Lying on your bed staring at the ceiling, tears streaming down your face. Why the fuck did he say that? The heat of the moment? Stress? How he truly feels about you? Hoping it was anything but the latter. Sitting up you grab some tissues wipe your eyes and use all your effort to go to the door. Grabbing the handle and turning it you poke your head out of the door, making sure no one will see you. Just as you were walking out you see Ben walking down the hall, heading towards your bedroom; he looks distressed and upset, Fei probably gave him a verbal ass whopping on your behalf. You could always count on Fei to stand up for you on the once-in-a-blue-moon occasion that you couldn't. “Hey hon,” Ben says…sadly? What the fuck does he have to be sad for? He's the one that called you low tier, not the other way around! “Hi?” you say annoyance laced in your voice. “Can we go to our room? Please I just need to talk to you,” Ben all but pleads with you. Nodding, you two walk back to your room; as soon as you get into your room Ben falls apart, sobbing uncontrollably. 

     “B-b-babe I'm so fucking sorry. I didn't mean anything I said. I've just been thinking about what they keep saying, h-h-how we were dead and-and,” he says at the speed of light, crumpled on the floor, hands covering his face, sniffling and coughing. Even with you, he hated people seeing him cry, hated anyone seeing that his macho badass facade was just that, a facade. “Hey your gonna be okay, c’mon let's sit down,” you say in as gentle of a tone you could muster. You were still pissed and upset, yes he is hurting but that doesn't make him insulting you any better. “Listen, I know you’re hurting and I am too; I mean we were just told that we were dead and that we didn't even die together like a cooler Romeo and Juliet kind of way,” you joke trying to calm him down as he lays in your arms, head resting on your lap. “However if you ever say some shit like that again, I will rip you apart. Take that literally or figuratively I don't care,” you say threateningly.

     “Yeah yeah I get it,” he chuckles then coughs. He leans up and moves his pillows so that he can lay down. “So I take it you’ve been thinking about umbrella Ben?” you say semi-jokingly. “Yeah I’ve been kind of thinking about that but there's something else I want to talk about,” he says suddenly getting serious. “Marcus wasn't taken by the umbrellas, he was taken by ‘God.’ That’s what Grace calls it,” he explains. “It’s in the basement, after you left we continued talking about the umbrellas taking him when Grace said that God is in the basement and that Marcus was ‘called home’ whatever that means,” he stated confused. “Personally I think Grace needs a check-up or that for some reason she's protecting the umbrellas,” You sat for a moment wide-eyed; so God is in the basement and Grace has gone robot insane? Okay, time to go to bed. I think I've seen and heard enough. As you were getting ready to lay down and take a nap, Ben starts to speak again. “We’re also going to meet with some of them to arrange a deal to get Marcus, you don't have to go if you don't want to,” Ben says before getting up and putting his jacket on.

     Walking out to the garden you can spot only two of the six you had previously faced off. “Well at least if anything goes south we can take em’” you joke to Fei causing her to giggle. Meeting in the middle Ben starts the sarcasm “You’re one short,” he joked. “Where’s the rest of your pathetic family?” Fei questions quickly being shut down by Allison’s “Aww. Is that the best you can do?” Great and here I was thinking it could be an over-and-done thing; we meet and arrange a time and place and Marcus comes home. The arguing continues as you tune most of it only coming to when Allison calls Fei a flock of ‘She-gulls’ to giggle while Ben cackles, making Fei death glare both of you. 

     “Where the fuck is Marcus?” Ben questions the two menacingly. Viktor stutters before Allison finishes his sentence, saying that Marcus is safe. Bullshit, why did it take so long for him to respond? Maybe he’s just intimidated. “For now. But that’ll change real quick if you don't do exactly as we say,” Allison threatens. “See? I told you they have him,” Fei tells Ben making him sigh out of relief. “I warned Marcus, but no. He said we had to hear what you had to say,” Ben replies directing it more towards the umbrellas than Fei. “Look he wasn't wrong, okay? We want to make things right with you--” Viktor says before you cut him off. “By kidnapping our brother?” you boom becoming increasingly annoyed by the pair.

    “No that’s--” “Yes,” Great now they can't even agree if they meant to kidnap him. Viktor goes on to explain that the world is in danger and they caused a paradox that is swallowing people. “Lots of cows, and a dog, few lobsters, but also people,” “Why the fuck didn't you start with people,” you interrupt, your annoyance becoming apparent. Ben and Fei exchange smirks at the comment. Allison then asks for the briefcase they left in exchange for Marcus. “Deal. The briefcase for our brother,” Ben says before you or Fei could tell them you don't have a briefcase. “Great, Hotel Obsidian, four o’clock sharp,” Allison says while putting her sunglasses on and walking away, Viktor in tow.

    Making your way inside to start looking for the briefcase. After checking all of the upstairs the three of you go downstairs. “You don’t think its weird that they forgot something here? What if its a trap? What if it explodes?” Fei says the latter making you giggle. “Please. They aren’t that smart,” Ben says in front of you. “Who knows though maybe one of them rubbed their two collective braincells together and made a bomb,” you laugh. “Yeah, right like any of them would competently make a bomb; they struggle pouring water out of a boot with the instructions on the heel,” Fei continues before you three see it. 

     “Sweet Jesus.” Well I’ll be damned, not what i imagined God would look like but hey i can roll with it. Got a nice punk vibe. Grace explains that Jesus is one interpretation along with other deities. “Who knows who the waking god will choose next,” Grace says completely infatuated with what ever it is.”Grace, is this what took Marcus?” Fei asks, concern growing for their missing brother. “He went right and touched it. Brazen man,” Grace answers. “Grace, when did god get here?” you ask hoping to pry more information out of her. “Two days ago, with our new visitors,” she says with a dazed look in her robotic eyes. The three of you share a look of confusion at this newfound information.

     While preparing to go meet the umbrellas you decide to relax by watching the news. The news anchor states that the number of missing people are steadily climbing and that there currently are no suspects. “Heh yeah cause our basement keeps doing that,” you say under your breath not noticing Jayme behind you. “What? Our basement is kidnapping people?” she says loudly. Quickly you try to think of something, “No our basement isn’t kidnapping people,” you try and miserably fail to convince her. “You’re lucky i don’t care,” she says before walking away. Fuck man you have GOT to be more careful where you say shit like that!

     Arriving earlier than planned was always your strong suit; better to be early than late. “Oh my god we’re so early they’re gonna think we don’t know how to tell time,” Alphonso complains. “Better three hours too soon than a minute too late,” you say with a shit eating grin. “God stop quoting Shakespeare; its weird when Ben does it and it’s weird when you do it,” he cringes. “Will you all be quiet we need to make a cool entrance,” Sloane jokes. 

     Walking in you hear the room go quiet. The umbrellas meet you in the middle of the foyer of the hotel. Walking side by side with Jayme on your left and Sloane on your right; you come face to face with Sloane’s boyfriend (as you’ve taken to jokingly calling him) bandage covering the scratches you left him with previously. Cameras flash and suddenly you are snapped from the high intensity stare down. “Well, thanks for coming,” Viktor starts. “Oh, yeah, super glad to be here,” Jayme sarcastically responds, causing everyone to suddenly start going back and forth again. 

     “Where’s the briefcase?” Allison asks before Ben quickly responds “Wheres our brother?” “Maybe we should try this again before I lose my temper,” Allison continues, amazing you in the process; for years you have been the only one to successfully put Ben in his place and seeing someone else do it astounded you. Looking to your right you can hear Sloane whisper for Luther and presumably the others to run before Ben tells Allison that the deals off.

     “Molotov this, bitches!” a…small child yells? Before dropping it and lighting a column on fire causing the fire alarm to go off, making all the hotel goers evacuate. Ben tells you all to get ready to fight and you prepare to kick some umbrella ass and drink some umbrella blood. Chris shoots out a piercing feedback that paralyzes the umbrellas to the floor, clutching their heads. Ben then commands to “Kill them” to which all of you start walking towards them, intent on completing this mission.

     Jayme and Alphonso take the lead getting ready to kill Viktor. Out of no where an old man approaches doing the same thing that Viktor did back at the academy. The blast knocks you down to your knees, covering your head. After the blast was over you hear Fei scream Jayme’s name. Looking to your left you see the bodies of Alphonso and Jayme; badly burned and dead. Ben yells for you to pull back. Still on your knees with your arms around your head to look to your right to see Sloane unconscious presumably dead. Feeling sick you stand up just before one of the umbrellas, Diego, sees you. Too hyped up on adrenaline to think you run as fast as you can throughout the hotel not stopping until you found a vacant room.

     Opening the door as quickly as possible and slamming it, you retreat to the bathroom. Sitting in the bathtub you finally settle down and try to gather your thoughts. Unable to, you crumble, breaking down into hysterical sobs, surely giving your hiding spot away. Two pieces of your family just died, in front of you. Their faces burned to a crisp. Grabbing some toilet paper you blow your nose. I didnt feel real and it doesnt feel real. Jayme and Alphonso were gone; you dreaded going home. Being around their things, in their rooms, smelling Alphonso’s ridiculously overpriced cologne that he always insisted on buying and Jayme’s floral shampoo that she claimed she hated but secretly loved.

     Sliding down to where youre completely laying down in the bathtub, you put your hands over your face. Turning on your side, you press your ear up to the tub; hearing loud foot steps growing closer. Deciding that if he does find you, you should probably defend yourself; you get up and prepare to fight in a hotel room with someone who just killed your brother and sister. As soon as you stand up and prepare for a fight; the foot steps are no longer heard. Brushing it off as you hearing things; you look through the peep hole; checking if the coast is clear and leave the room. 

     Wandering around the hallways and staircases, you find yourself in a bathroom once again. Fuck it i can cry in a shower. Going into one of the showers and closing the doors, you slink to the floor, undoubtedly being seen based on the door not being full length. Hearing footsteps you get up ready to fight only to see Sloane looking petrified at you. Hearing more foot steps, you accept your fate and leave the shower stall, only wanting to comfort your sister; given that the others had abandoned you and her here. Luther runs in, looking for Sloane but instead see you. He gives you a look of pity maybe as a way to say “Its going to be okay don’t worry,” or maybe as a “I’m so sorry for how hard im gonna kick your ass.” Glaring you see Sloane behind him, lifting him up and choking him. “Did you set me- us up?” she asks the hurt and grief noticeable in her voice.

     “I would. Drop him,” Diego says while putting a knife to your sisters neck. “And you, you pointy teeth freak stay right there,” he says towards you while pointing the knife that was on Sloane’s neck towards you. “Get them and let’s go,” he says to Luther causing him to look over at you. Luther tries to tell Diego that everything is good and that he cant let Sloane go but Diego reminds him that she and you are the enemy. “She’s hurt,” he reminds Diego. Luther then threatens to bury Diego if he hurts her. “You gonna bury me too, Luther?” Allison asks mockingly. “Just let me talk to her,” Luther says almost begging. “Oh trust me shes gonna talk, both of them,” she says turning and staring at you.

     Here you were about to be interrogated by 3 out of the 6 umbrellas, in a bathroom/spa, while up against a wall. Watching Diego flip his haphazardly made wooden stake before pointing it at you, Allison says, “I heard a rumor you’re gonna tell me the truth,” towards Sloane. Looking towards her you see her eyes turn milky white while she starts to shake. Allison asks where the briefcase is as everyone focuses in on Sloane. Grabbing her hand you hold it before Allison turns her attention to you, saying the same thing. Holding your breath as your thoughts are taken over by what she said, you too start to shake not wanting to give up anything to them. Sloane breaks before you screaming that she doesn't know. Allison and Diego then turn towards you, watching your nose bleed and eyes return to their normal color.

     After a couple moments you break, “I put it in the basement after the fight but it wasn't in there!” you scream wanting the thoughts to stop. Allison visibly upset walks away, Diego asks what side Luther is on with him protecting Sloane. Luther tells Diego to get out before Allison yells that everyone should leave and that you and Sloane shouldn't leave his sight. Leaving the spa you can only wonder what Ben, Fei and Chris are feeling, probably not knowing that you and Sloane are alive.

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[cherrycola27]

To Hec and Back

Pairing: Hangman x Reader (Call Sign Hecate)

Warnings: Language, childhood trauma, physical violence.

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Part 7

"What if they don't like me when they meet me in person, Jake?" You asked him as he drove you from the airport to his family ranch. It had been a month since Jake had proposed to you, and you both had time off to finally come to Texas and meet his family in person.

"My parents already love you. My younger sister is going to love you too." He assures you as he pats your thigh.

"What about your older sister and her husband?" You ask him.

Jake sighs. "Bryan is a great guy. How he puts up with Savannah, I will never know. I can't wait for you to meet their kids, though. Carter and Sloan are the coolest." Jake smiles. "I'm sure I will get along great with your niece and nephew." You smile back at him.

"Our niece and nephew Hec." He corrects you while tracing his thumb over your engagement ring.

Mr. and Mrs. Seresin or Elaine and JT, as they have insisted you call them, hug both of you as you come in. Their house is spectacular. It's bigger than one you could have ever dreamed of. You knew Jake came from money, but it wasn't something that he openly advertised.

The afternoon is spent with his mom and his younger sister Charlotte, or Charli, talking your ears off. You didn't mind it, though. You didn't have this growing up, and it was nice.

Everyone seemed to be in a good mood until Savannah came. Her husband Bryan greeted you warmly but was sure he had met you before. You told him you must have one of those faces.

Carter, Jake's five year old nephew and Sloan, his three year old niece, were so happy to see their uncle again.

"Carter, Sloan, I want you to meet someone. This Y/N, she flys big planes like Uncle Jake, and I'm going to marry her." He tells them. Sloan climbs up to you, with wide eyes. "You fwy the big pwanes?"She asks, you. "I sure do." You smile at her.

"Do you fly as good as Uncle Jake?" Carter asks, climbing up on your lap beside his sister.

"Better." You say causing everyone to laugh.

"So if you are going to marry Uncle Jake, does that make you Aunt Y/N? Like Aunt Charli?" Carter asks. He's pretty smart to be so young. "I guess it does." You tell him. Savannah shoots you a dirty look.

"Hi Aunty Y/N," Sloan squeals. "She isn't your aunt yet." Savannah snaps, grabbing her.

"Wow, Sav, way to kill the mood." Charli scoffs.

"Well, I'm just saying. You've been dating her what? Six months JJ, and now you're engaged? Why the rush? Did you get her pregnant?" Savannah asks with ice in her voice.

"Sav!" Charli and Elaine scold her had the same time.

"No, Savannah, she isn't pregnant. We love each other and aren't afraid to go after what we want." Jake defends you as you press closer to his side.

"And what kind of call sign is Hecate? Isn't she like a witch or something?" Savannah continues to berate you.

"Actually, in Greek mythology, she's known as a touch barer, a bringer of light in darkness." You try to tell her. You wish you could change her mind, but you can already tell that Savannah had made up her mind about you.

"Well I for one, think it's lovely, different, inspiring." Elaine states.

"Now, Hecate, darling, I'm not sure what you and JJ have planned for the wedding, bur you're more than welcome to get married here on the ranch, or we can fly out to San Diego if that's what you prefer." Elaine smiles at you.

"Thank you, we haven't talked about it much." You tell her.

"Well, I would love it if I could have your mother's phone number so I could talk to her about some details!" Elaine says.

Your shoulders drop. Jake feels you stiffen beside him.

"Oh, I'm sorry, that—that one be possible." You swallow thickly.

"Oh, darling, has she passed?" Elaine softens.

"No ma'am. I—I don't know who she is. I grew up in the system. Spent my whole life being bounced around between foster care and group homes. That's why I joined the Navy. I wanted some stability." You hang your head at the confession.

Jake rubs soothing circles on your back. He knows how hard it is for you to talk about your childhood.

"Well," Elaine says, taking your hand. "You might not have had a family then, but you have one now."

"Absolutely, honey." JT, Jake's father, agrees.

"Wow! Way to go JJ, you picked a charity case for a bride!" Savannah scoffs. "How do you know she isn't with you for your money."

"I—I'm not, I would never—" You try to defend yourself. Jake stands up and turns to face her, but before he can open his mouth, Charli stands up in front of her sister.

"Savannah, if you could just not be a a bitch for like five minutes that would be great. I get that you think you're better than everyone else and that the five years before Jake was born were the best years of your life, but damn! Give the girl a break. Not everyone grew up as fortunate as we were!" Charli tells her.

"Your sister is exactly right, Savannah. You should be happy for your brother." Their father states

"Exactly. You should be happy he has found a wonderful woman." Their mom finishes.

"I'm just a concerned big sister watching out for her baby brother. Don't you get that JJ?" Savannah whines.

"I'm thirty years old, I don't need you to baby me." Jake deadpans.

"All I'm saying is before you walk down the aisle, make sure she signs a pre-nup." Savannah shoots back.

"Just like how you made Bryan?" Jake grits.

"Bryan didn't have to sign one because he's with me for love." Savannah tells him.

"He definitely isn't with you for your personality." Charli snickers.

"Bryan, it's late. We need to get home and put the kids to bed." Savannah huffs before turning on her heel to leave. Bryan tells everyone good night and ushers his children to leave.

"Bye Nana, bye PopPop, bye Aunt Charli, bye Uncle Jake, bye Aunt Hecate!" Carter calls before leaving.

When you hear the door shut, you take a deep breath.

"Don't listen to Savannah, she'll come around. She's always been the difficult one." JT tells you.

"What dad is trying to say is, Savannah is a bitch." Charli laughs.

"Charlotte Grace!" Her mother scolds. "It's true, mom, and you know it." Jake laughs.

"Well, it's getting late, and I'm sure the two of you want to rest after traveling today. We've converted your old room into a guest room JJ, dear. There should be towels and everything you need up there." Elaine informs you.

"Thanks, Mom. Goodnight." Jake tells them as he leads to two of you upstairs.

"Goodnight, everyone!" You call down the stairs.

Once the two of you are inside the safety of the guest room, you sigh. "That could have gone better." You tell Jake.

"Hec, baby, Mom, Dad, Charli, and the kids love you. That's all I care about. Savannah has a stick up her ass. I promise she will be better at brunch on Sunday because our grandmother will be there. Savannah has always been a better person around her." Jake says as he beings to undress.

"Care to join me in the shower?" He wags his eyebrows at you.

"Just a shower, we aren't doing any funny business under your parents' roof." You tell him.

"Might have to sneak you out to the barn or the back of the truck I rented. Can't go two weeks without having my best girl." Jake whispers against your ear before whisking you into the bathroom.

Saturday is spent shopping and getting mani-pedis with Elaine and Charli, Jake, and his father spend the day taking care of a few things on the ranch. You all meet up for dinner and you finally start to feel like one of them.

You're hopeful for Sunday.

You made sure to put on the new dress Elaine and Charli helped you pick out yesterday. You've done simple hair and makeup and have a bright smile on your face.

Jake's grandmother Dorothea, or Grammy Seresin, as she insisted, is one of the sweetest women you have ever met. She fawns over your engagement ring as she tells you about the ring that the smaller diamonds in it came from. She pinches Jake's cheeks and tells him what a good job he has done.

Grammy Seresin doesn't leave your side, something that doesn't go unnoticed by Savannah. She's clenching her mimosa glass so hard that it could shatter.

Everyone is talking about wedding plans and brunch is going well until Savannah speaks.

"You know JJ, speaking of wedding plans, you won't have to hire any entertainment for your bachelor party." She beings.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Jake questions her. There's no way Savannah could know... is there? He thinks.

"I mean, why would you pay for it when apparently, you're already getting it for free." Savannah continues. She smirks, looking from Jake to you. Your heart drops.

"Savannah, don't." Jake warns her.

"Don't what, JJ? Tell everyone that you're marrying a stripper?" She says, with venom in her voice.

"Savannah Marie!" Elaine shouts, "How dare you say something like that about her!"

You shrink into your seat. You can feel the tears forming in the corner of your eyes.

"I'm only telling the truth, Mother." Savannah drawls out. "Remember how Bryan said that she looked familiar? It's because she was an 'entertainer' at his bachelor party!" Savannah shouts.

"Jake, is this— is this true?" Elaine asks, looking from you to him.

"Yes, Ma'am." You choke out. "Like I told you, I grew up in the system. When I first joined the Navy, I needed a way to support myself. Dancing helped me when no one else would. Later, I did it because I enjoyed it. I stopped after Jake and I became serious." You confess with tears streaming down your cheeks.

Everyone is silent for a moment before Savannah starts laughing.

"Wow! JJ! You sure know how to pick them. You're marrying a whore! You—" Savannah doesn't get to say anything else because Charli jumps up from her chair and slaps her across the face.

Shouting breaks out among the family. You can hear Jake defending you.

It's all too much. Everyone is too busy to notice you slip out of the dining room and up the stairs.

You quickly grab your things and the keys to Jake's rental. You slink into the garage, unnoticed. Everyone is still too busy fighting. You start up the truck and head down the drive.

You aren't sure where you are going, but you can't stay here.

You were a fool to think that this would work, that you could fit in with these people.

It takes everyone a full thirty minutes to calm down. Savannah had been kicked out of the house. Jake's parents and grandmother assure him that they fully support his decision to marry you because they love you and how happy you make him.

Jake is the first to notice you aren't in the dining room anymore.

He searches the first floor and can't find you. Soon, he, Elaine, and Charli are checking the house for you. JT goes to search the patio and backyard. You're nowhere to be found.

Jake runs up to the guest room. Your things are gone.

He comes back downstairs to the living room with tears in his eyes.

He has something in his hand. He sits down on the couch and places it on the coffee table. The only thing you left behind:

Your engagement ring.

Eeeekkk, I hope yall enjoyed this chapter and the drama! I lured you back in with the spice, just to paralyze you once again!

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[elfboyeros]

The Gladiolus Festival

Bridgehid Masterlist [start from the beginning?]

@lerenee @jj-pines @karaboutmyart

The gladiolus flower, also known as the "sword lily", was the national flower of Maquis Island, despite the fact it was not native to the region. Then again most of the flowers that grew on the island were not native to the region, yet they thrived and fed on the magic that was within the island's soil. No one knew for certain why the flower began to bloom in April despite - when in its native regions - it begins to bloom in late June, but many believed it to be the magic.

The Gladiolus Festival takes place every year on the first Friday in April. It was a combination of a school field day and a traditional festival that took place on the east side of the island, starting in the town and stretching to the college, specifically using its training grounds, sports field, and two track fields.

This was why starter pistols were firing blanks in the air. Sloan watched students stand to perform in a relay as Indigo silently approached him.

The two friends stood side by side at the starting line, a starter pistol sat in the alchemist's hand while the mage just stood beside him wearing sunglasses as she watched the students at the starting line.

"Cover your ears," Sloan suggested before firing a blank in the air.

The students started running around the small track to claps and cheers from the spectators.

"How are you?" the alchemist questioned.

"I'm fine, better than I was last week," Indigo replied, "How is Casper?”

The alchemist looked over at her, he could tell even behind her shades she was hardly any better. She may have been sleeping a normal amount, but she wasn’t fine. Nevertheless, attempting to get that out of her was something he wasn’t in the mood for.

“Happy to be back home," Sloan stated, "Calvin said he'd have to take it easy for a while, but that he could go back to doing the work in the infirmary whenever he wanted... Thank you."

It was a thank you that went beyond just being by his side when his husband was in a coma.

"Of course, dear," Indigo muttered as she watched one of the students slap her seer apprentice's hand to continue the relay.

"GO GEORGIA!" she cheered loudly, jumping up and clapping.

Despite hating running, Georgia enjoyed making people happy, even if it was just someone she only talked to in the classes they had together.

The seer girl used all her stamina to run across the finish, winning the relay for her team, to a waterfall of claps and cheers and a large group hug from her teammates.

The apprentice mage fell dramatically in the grass off the field right before her friends and her teacher approached.

"I feel like I'm dying," she heaved.

"I think it was very much worth it," Nemo chuckled.

"You were amazing, Georgia!" Rowan said with a smile.

"I will be honest, with the way you were talking I didn’t think you'd go for first place," Elias said, "You were fast as lightning!”

"So, I actually won and didn't get have like a foot in front of me and then collapse before the finish," Georgia panted as she glanced up at her four friends, who were looking down at her in the grass, "Like this isn't one of those like dreams where I think I won but in reality I failed miserably?”

"No, you did it, Georgia," Rowan giggled.

"Guys, I think I am dying I see the goddess!" Georgia wheezed dramatically as Indigo extended a hand to her to help her up.

"Félicitations, Georgia! Let’s get you out of the grass, so we don't have to be taken to Calvin," the archmage remarked.

"I need a gallon of water," the seer huffed, leaning on Nemo as he helped her to walk.

"Let's get two gallons, you can drink one and we can pour the other one on you!" Rowan joked.

"Oh, that'd just be a waste of water," Georgia muttered.

The small friend group went to a water station, so the mage in training could get all the water she wanted. Once she felt well enough she went to go change out of the gym clothes she was in for the relay into more casual clothes so she could hang out with her friends.

Despite it being only noon, the day already had been so full of festivities. Even with that though, there was still more fun to be had.

"Ricky! Ricky, I did it!" Georgia exclaimed as Nemo, Elias, Rowan, and herself approached the healer's tent, "First place!"

"Georgia! That's amazing!" Maverick shouted with a large smile, hugging her tightly.

"Congratulations, Georgia," Calvin remarked, before turning his attention to Indigo who wasn't far behind the gaggle of teens that approached his booth, "I'll have some free time at 12:30 if you can wait that long," he commented after looking at his watch.

"That's fine," she replied, "I planned to-"

"Corals!"

It was said in the Polish accent of the cursed science professor, who happened to be in the walkway of booth tables. She stood there, arms crossed with that permanent scowl on her face, "Let's go for a little walk."

Indigo only nodded, following the ex-alchemist to have whatever conversation she wanted.

"Are you going to come with us Maverick?" Georgia asked.

"I..." he looked at Rowan with this look of scared apprehension before looking to Calvin, "Can I?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine, go have fun," the healer replied.

Maverick nodded, taking off his healer garb before interlocking fingers with his boyfriend, leaving Rowan a little confused.

"So, Percival, what do you wish to discuss?" Indigo remarked behind her shades as she and the cursed professor walked along the outskirts of the festival.

Percy couldn’t bring herself to look at Indigo, "How are you feeling?"

"I wish you all would stop asking me that! I'm fine," Indigo scoffed.

"Mhm," Percy hummed, "I've met the fine Indigo, she's more smiley then you are."

"Oh, shut up," Indigo sighed.

"Have you told Rowan?" Percy asked, being quite crass.

"Huh?"

"They seemed different, as if something was wrong. I assumed that was because the truth was out now," Percy replied, "Especially since they were snooping in your office last week."

Indigo kept her mouth shut.

"Don’t tell me you haven't told them anything."

The mage was once again silent.

“Indigo," Percy huffed.

"If they can't remember, who am I to ruin their paradise?" Indigo replied.

The two of them stopped walking and the science professor turned to face the historian, "Indigo, they are asking about it and you are hiding things from them!"

"I know! But what would you have me do!?"

"Be honest with the child you have in your care!"

Percy was being oddly sympathetic, "For a woman that usually thinks with her heart rather than her mind, you are not thinking with either at the moment," Percy scoffed, "I would have thought you’d have made this right."

"I'm trying!"

The cursed woman stared at the French archmage, all she could see was a deep despair. A sort of empty haze, like Indigo wasn’t completely there. The look in her midnight eyes made Percy feel sick.

“Where is the woman I hate? Where is the overconfident mage who thinks that no one can touch her? Where is the woman who says my name with such a fake sweet voice that it makes me sick? …Where is the woman who challenged me to be a better person without even a single word? Why has she been replaced with a hollow shell?! She was someone who, I begrudgingly will admit, is one of the smartest people on this island. And why, why is she instead acting so damn foolish?! Tell me, Indigo!” Percy ranted at her.

Indigo is yet again left speechless.

“I don't want to care about you because you look pitiful, that’d be Sloan’s job or your parents’ job. I want to care about you because you make me feel something more than this sorrowful sickness!" Percy continued to bellow, "I don't care about a lot of people, but believe it or not I care for your ward! And seeing you do this to them is horrendous!"

“…I'm working on making it right," Indigo retorted, but honestly she just sounded miserable, "Percy, I can't say anything other than I'm working on it! I want to have the right answer to their future questions! I will make it right; I just need more time!"

Percy clicked her tongue, Indigo wasn’t one to say Percy when addressing the ex-alchemist, it's almost always Percival... Percy had allowed her that.

"We don't need to talk any further until you get everything straightened out," the cursed woman said before leaving without another word. This left Indigo there by herself in her gloom.

Back with the teens, the fun continued!

But even though they were all having a good time, there was a sort of uneasiness in the air.

Rowan was able to trace the uneasiness back to its source, Maverick.

"Hey, Elias..." the pink-haired teen said as the two of them played a dart balloon-popping game, "Is Maverick upset with me?"

"What do you mean?" the white-haired male asked.

"The way he looked at me back at the healer's tent. It looked like he was scared to be around me. All day he's been, like I don't know, afraid to look at me. But I can tell that he's looking at me! Like when we first met, he -I don't know- just kept staring at me like I was familiar, but like he hasn't said anything!"

"I mean I told him that you looked familiar, and he seemed pretty down that you couldn't remember me," Elias replied, "But he hasn't said anything about you, to me at least."

"This better not be another situation where I knew him and I can't freaking remember" Rowan huffed, throwing their last dart at the board and missing, "If it is I'm going to be pissed."

"Guys!" Georgia exclaimed a few booths ahead of them with Maverick and Nemo, "There’s a fortune teller here, you all wanna get your fortunes read?"

Elias and Rowan looked at each other and shrugged following the Georgian girl down the street.

"I thought seers didn't like fortune tellers," Nemo commented.

"No... well I don't know... maybe," Georgia replied, "But I think they're fun."

The group came upon a large circus-like tent, bright purple with a light yellow diamond patterning. Pushing past the curtain, they saw a palace of pillows in dark shades of blue, rouge, and mauve, with an Egyptian woman wearing a hijab, and many pieces of bangle jewelry, sitting in the middle of her plush place, a small tea table in front of her with tarot cards, candles, tea kettle, cups, and a -presumed- fake crystal ball off to the side.

"Welcome," she said softly, "Please sit."

The teens took seats on the pillows in a half circle in front of the table, "You five are good friends, yes?"

"Some of us," Nemo mumbled, looking around the tent.

"Right, because you can't be friends with your brother."

Nemo and Elias looked at each other then back at the fortune teller, "Oh come on, you look alike, it's not that hard to tell you two are related. I mean you have the same beauty mark, nose shape, and eye color."

Nemo clicked his tongue and Elias rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment as Maverick and Georgia snickered.

"Quit laughing," Nemo scoffed quietly, looking over at his boyfriend who was not doing a good job hiding his laughter.

"I can't help it," Maverick snorted.

"The stars are in you two’s favor," the fortune teller commented, she flipped over a few tarot cards, "Despite your past, the two of you will make amends in the near future. You two should sit down and talk about your differences."

The twins looked at her once again, they shared a look as if to say later.

“You there, the little girl," the woman said.

"Me?" Georgia questioned.

"You have a bright future," the woman mused, "You are on the right path. You have so much potential."

The fortune teller's words made Georgia smile wide, "You shine bright, if you keep up the great work, you will shine even brighter."

There was a moment of silence, the woman looked at Maverick, then to Rowan for a second, and back at Maverick, "You are holding on to a lot. You are holding a lot of it in."

Maverick swallowed, "You need to loosen your grip on whatever it is you are holding on to. It will make you feel lighter."

After speaking to Maverick, the woman's full attention was on Rowan. It made them a little uncomfortable, being stared at. It felt like the fortune teller was reaching into their soul and pulling out something Rowan didn't even know they had within them.

"I advise you to be cautious in the coming days. I sense your life will be changed: I suggest you think before you act."

Rowan stares at her wide-eyed, what the fuck is going to happen? Why do they have to be cautious, what kind of vague shit is this?

"You all are close, I can tell, I hope whatever is coming you all can overcome it together," the fortune teller remarked, “…Would you like some tea?"

The group of teens shook their heads before readying to leave.

"Thank you so much," Georgia cooed, as she headed to exit the tent with her friends.

"Well, that was not one of my best ideas," the seer girl was a little disappointed about the weird outcomes.

"We all can't have good ideas all the time," Nemo remarked, "It’s alright!"

"You okay, Rowan?” Elias asked, as the pink-haired teen stared blankly at their feet as they walked.

"Why the hell would I have to cautious?" they muttered.

"Fortune tellers are vague on propose, it probably means nothing," Nemo answered.

"And what did she mean "My life will change”? What the actual fuck?!" Rowan huffed, "It’s like Georgia's grandmother: "Something will change your being" what does all this mean?”

"Rowan, I love my grandmother, but she is a very old seer that sits in a chair listening to the tv all day. She probably just wanted to screw with you,” Georgia offered up in an attempt to reassure them.

"Or she could have been right, hell that fortune teller could have been right!" Rowan shouted.

The teens had stopped moving, turning all of their attention on Rowan.

Elias, Nemo, and Georgia looked between each other and at Rowan, feeling rather concerned, while Maverick stood silent, fidgeting, not making eye contact with anyone.

“…I mean, seriously?! Why do I always feel so weird when I go to school?! …Why the hell is it so hard to find out anything about my childhood?! Why don’t I remember my parents?! ...I don’t know how my own mom died, like fuck I should at least know or remember that. But it feels like everyone is always lying to me! … WHAT IS THIS “BIG” THING THAT IS GOING TO HAPPEN?! WHY DOES IT HAVE TO FUCK UP MY LIFE?!” Rowan ranted angrily.

“…You can't remember your childhood?" Georgia repeated in shock.

"Rowan, how long has this been bothering you?" Nemo asked worriedly.

“…Since the ball," they huffed.

"And you didn't tell us?!" Georgia probed.

"I told Elias," Rowan muttered, "I know you guys are my friends too, but you all have different kinds of stuff going on and I didn't want to bother you."

"Oh Row," Georgia sighed, going in for a hug which they returned, "We’ll always be here for you!"

"Thank you..."

Nemo looked over at Maverick, "Babe, you okay?" he asked, seeing how nervous his boyfriend was, "Maverick..."

He wanted to say it, he wanted to get it all off his chest. Tell them everything he knew. No, he had to tell them, “…Rowan," he said in a shaky tone, "Duke is the reason you don't have your memories!"

The group fell silent while Rowan gave Maverick a wide-eyed look.

“He was "testing the limits of alchemy and magic" using you as his test subject! He said he was trying to "cure" the creatures under the college and you were the perfect subject!" the white-haired teen expounded, "...The night your mom died, he had the mages hide your memories away! He said it was just to get rid of the memories of that night, but something went wrong!"

"How long have you known this, Maverick?!" Elias asked loudly, with a ball of fury lodged in his chest.

"Since it all began," he replied, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I couldn't do anything! He's my grandfather! He was going to mess with Nemo's grades, take away my apprenticeship, and disband the art club! He was going to take away the few things I love if I said what he did to you or to me!"

Maverick was basically sobbing by the time he finished speaking.

"Duke's your grandfather!?" Georgia gasped.

Maverick looked at his feet in defeat, "I'm so sorry!"

Rowan only stared at him as Nemo stood at his side, a hand on his shoulder.

They were experimented on as a child, by the weird dean of the college. More importantly, he had the mages hide their memories!

Even if taking away the memories of Rowan’s early childhood was only a mistake, that didn’t really make it any better.

"I need to find Indigo!”

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Showbiz Pizza Country Night (1983), Segment 1: "Monkeyman Chewing Tobacco Skit/Redneck Friend" Transcript

Note: And here begins Country Night, starting with the first segment, featuring Dook and Beach Bear's cover of Redneck Friend. They're still a work in progress, but as they're done, links to the other segments of this show will be posted at the bottom of the script!

If you have any corrections, please let me know, and I'll fix it ASAP!

COUNTRY NIGHT 1983

SEGMENT ONE: MONKEYMAN CHEWING TOBACCO SKIT/REDNECK FRIEND

Featuring:

Burt "Sal" Wilson as Fatz Geronimo

Shalisa Sloan as Mitzi Mozzarella

Rick Bailey as Beach Bear

Duke Chauppetta as Dook LaRue

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FATZ: Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and a special round-up welcome to all you little bitty cowgirls and cowpokes. This here is the first installment of Country Music Night here at Showbiz Pizza Place and we’re gonna try and play for y’all a whole mess of great country songs. Just perfect after a long day of roping and riding the range. But before we go any further, I’d like to tell y’all something about something that’s very something…

(Everyone laughs.)

FATZ (Cont.): … something that’s very near and dear to my heart: Monkeyman Chewing Tobacco. That’s right. Monkeyman Chewing Tobacco. Just put a pound or two between the cheek and gum and that’s all it takes. That’s right, that’s all it takes, so after a long day of roping-

MITZI: Oh, Fatz, you don’t chew tobacco.

FATZ: What’chu talking about? I’ve been chewing tobacco for a long time, little honey. 

BEACH BEAR: Yeah. ‘Course he has, ‘course he has.

MITZI: Come on, Fatz, I’ve never seen you chew tobacco.

FATZ: Just because the light’s off don’t mean nobody’s not home.

MITZI: Huh?

FATZ: What I mean is, just because you hadn’t seen me, don’t mean I don’t do it.

MITZI: I don’t care what you say, Fatz, I know you don’t chew tobacco.

DOOK: That’s right, Fatz. What’chu up to?

FATZ: Nothing, Dook, why?

MITZI: Fatz, come on, spit it out.

FATZ: What? The tobacco?

(He, DOOK, and BEACH BEAR laugh.)

MITZI: Fatz!

FATZ: Well. Okay. If you must know, I was approached by these nice-looking city boys in some- these fancy little suits, and they told me that all I have to do is to tell everybody about this tobacco and they’d give me a whole lot of money. So, I put two and two together and I figured that it was the least I could do to help them out of a jam and all and, uh, you know, I-

MITZI: Oh, I see. Have you ever tried the stuff?

FATZ: Well, not- not exactly. 

MITZI: Don’t you think that’s, well, a little dishonest?

FATZ: Yeah, I think that’s “well, a little dishonest”. But, uh. Well. I guess I should’ve known better to- to- to tell a story in front of all these folks. I really feel bad about it. I tell you what, I really didn’t try it. Why don’t you try some and then you can tell me what it’s like, Mitzi?

MITZI: Oh, gross!

FATZ: Come on, just a pound or two between the cheek and gum.

MITZI: Oh, grody!

FATZ: You can use my spittoon.

(The guys laugh.)

MITZI: Oh, sick!

FATZ: Well. You don’t want to?

BEACH BEAR: Hey, you guys are really freaking out. 

FATZ: What?

BEACH BEAR: I mean, what’re you talking about? Why don’t we play?

DOOK: Yeah, that’s right. Beach Bear’s right, man, we need to get on with the show.

FATZ: Okay, I just wanted everybody to understand that I was trying to set the proper mood here. I’m teasing you, Mitzi. Now, now, business is business, so we might as well get down to the business of showbusiness. Ain’t that our business?

MITZI, DOOK, & BEACH BEAR: Yeah.

FATZ: Okay, well, now hit it, Beach!

[SONG: REDNECK FRIEND (ORIGINALLY BY JACKSON BROWNE)]

BEACH BEAR:

OH, PRETTY LITTLE ONE

HOW HAS IT ALL BEGUN

THEY’RE TEACHING YOU HOW TO WALK

BUT YOU’RE ALREADY ON THE RUN

BEACH BEAR & DOOK:

LITTLE ONE

WHAT’CHA GONNA DO

LITTLE ONE

HONEY, IT’S ALL UP TO YOU

BEACH BEAR:

NOW, YOUR DADDY’S IN THE DEN

SHOOTING UP THE EVENING NEWS

AND YOUR MAMA’S WITH A FRIEND

LATELY, SHE’S BEEN SO CONFUSED

BEACH BEAR & DOOK:

LITTLE ONE

COME ON AND TAKE MY HAND

BEACH BEAR:

WELL, I MAY NOT HAVE THE ANSWER

BEACH BEAR & DOOK:

BUT I BELIEVE I GOT A PLAN

HONEY, YOU SHAKE

BEACH BEAR:

AND I’LL RATTLE

BEACH BEAR & DOOK:

AND WE’LL ROLL ON DOWN THE LINE

BEACH BEAR:

SEE IF WE CAN’T GET IN TOUCH

WITH A VERY CLOSE FRIEND OF MINE

LET ME CLUE YOU IN, IT AIN’T LIKE HIM

TO ARGUE OR PRETEND

BEACH BEAR & DOOK:

HONEY, LET ME INTRODUCE YOU

TO MY REDNECK FRIEND

BEACH BEAR:

WELL, HE’S GOT A LITTLE LIST OF ALL THOSE THINGS

OF WHICH HE DON’T APPROVE

AND HE’S GOTTA KEEP HIS EYES ON YOU

‘CAUSE YOU MIGHT MAKE YOUR MOVE

BEACH BEAR & DOOK:

OH, LITTLE ONE

I REALLY WISH YOU WOULD

LITTLE ONE

I THINK THE DAMAGE WOULD DO YOU GOOD

HONEY, YOU SHAKE

BEACH BEAR:

AND I’LL RATTLE

BEACH BEAR & DOOK:

AND WE’LL ROLL ON DOWN THE LINE

BEACH BEAR:

GONNA SEE IF WE CAN’T GET IN TOUCH

WITH A VERY CLOSE FRIEND OF MINE

WELL, HE’S A MISSING LINK, THE KITCHEN SINK

BEACH BEAR & DOOK:

ELEVEN ON A SCALE TO TEN

HONEY, LET ME INTRODUCE YOU

TO MY REDNECK FRIEND

BEACH BEAR: Alright, go poke some cows.

(INSTRUMENTAL BREAK.)

BEACH BEAR & DOOK:

HONEY, YOU SHAKE

BEACH BEAR:

AND I’LL RATTLE

BEACH BEAR & DOOK:

AND WE’LL ROLL ON DOWN THE LINE

I’M GONNA TRY AND SWING YOU UP INTO THE SADDLE

BUT I JUST DON’T KNOW WHAT WE’LL FIND

BEACH BEAR:

OH, DON’T JUST STAND THERE LOOKING

LIKE THIS DREAM WILL NEVER END

BEACH BEAR & DOOK:

HONEY, LET ME INTRODUCE YOU

TO MY REDNECK FRIEND

HEY, HONEY, LET ME INTRODUCE YOU

TO MY REDNECK FRIEND

BEACH BEAR: Come on, redneck! Why don’t you blow this thing down some? I wanna do some two-stepping.

END.

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Check out the rest of Country Night!:

Country Bird Songs Skit/Country Medley

Jackson Intro/Jackson

You Never Even Call Me By My Name

TNTDODD Intro Skit/The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down

Fatz for President (Presidential Skit)/Guitarzan

Desperado

Stranded in the Jungle

Swingin' Intro Skit/Swingin'

Sixteen Tons Intro Skit/Sixteen Tons

Elvira (Outtake)

[ectogeo-rebubbles]

👀🙋‍♀️❌🏆

Ohhh, thank you, so many emojis!!! <3 (This is for the fanfic writer emoji ask game)

🙋‍♀️ Do any irl people know you write fanfic?

My partner has read about half of my fics, and I feel so lucky to have his support! <3 <3 <3 He is always blown away by my writing (partially bc the only other fanfics he has read besides mine are the fics that he used to host for people on the fansite he ran, back in the day), which is really adorable and always a much appreciated ego boost for me, hehe. I also sometimes, when I am feeling very daring, tell my irl friends that I write fanfic (but not the fandom, or at least not the ship). XD Oh, and one of my siblings knows I write fanfic AND the ship I write for, but like... I am confident they will not find my fic, bc I cannot for the life of me get them to watch DS9 despite my best efforts lmao.

❌ What's a trope you will never write?

Coffee shop AU. 

🏆 What's your most popular fic?

the spy who married me by both kudos and bookmarks! ^_^ Honorable mentions: latent attraction by hits (aka Highest Number of Chapters Award!), so, I lied, I cheated by comment threads (aka Most Likely to Induce a Response of "Bestie, You Are Insane for This" Award!), spectre by subscriptions (aka Longest IRL Wait Time Between Chapters with an Unresolved Cliffhanger Award!)

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

I think I’ll tell you about a number of them (below the cut), bc I am kinda in the mood to hype up ALL of my ~active wips (...as opposed to the mood I would need to be in to actually write any of them lollllll)

-Julian reveals his augment secret to Garak in a roundabout and indirect way, accidentally causing Garak some angst in the process. But it’s mostly about them both submitting to the mortifying ordeal of being known (in order to be loved), together. This is actually a follow up to one of your short fics, sapphose, you wrote this scene about Garak pouting about having to get an annual physical and it gave me An Idea.

-A romantic and smutty, 30-years-later, old!married!garashir fic where they reminisce about the day they met. <3

-A ridiculous By Inferno’s Light oneshot where Julian and Garak have to make out in order to distract the prison guards. Do NOT ask me how this is a good, sensible plan (it isn’t, just roll with it, haha).

-A much more serious In Purgatory’s Shadow/By Inferno’s Light fic multichapter, that is a set of canon compliant missing scenes. And it’s a Garashir getting together fic too, of course, bc I know what I’m about.

-A sinister and smutty Siskarak oneshot (with background open relationship garashir and siskasidy), set a bit before Inquisition. Sisko and Garak have already cut a deal or two with s31/Sloan to give them needed advantages in the Dominion War, and now they are trying to decide what to do about Sloan’s latest demands. And obviously they are having this loaded conversation while banging.

-Every once in a while, I still daydream about rewriting and reworking my post-“The Quickening” mad!scientist!Bashir horror fic that I rough drafted ~2 years ago. Not actively working on this one but like... what if I did? What then?????

Folks, feel free to send me more emoji asks, and I will of course share multiple snippets if people ask me to, haha! XD Force me to write/edit each of my fics snippet-by-snippet simply by bombarding me with emojis, lol!

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Can you do something season 8/season 9 cause i’m a sucker for baby japril but i’m not creative enough to request a specific prompt 🫠

"So... Are you here alone?"

The blonde smiling at him at the bar could have had a chance once upon a time, but not tonight. Sloan has been on his back all day long about him getting laid, good surgeries have been scarce, and tonight was going to be dedicated, once again, to boards prep. To say he's not in the mood is an understatement.

"Sorry, I'm waiting for someone."

He's not lying, he's waiting for April and Alex to be done with their surgeries to go home, since they carpooled this morning from their new place.

"Well, I hope it's not too forward or rude, but I hope they don't show up," the blonde winks, and he fights the urge to roll his eyes, annoyed by her insistence. It's not like he's not used to being hit on, but it's not his day and he wants to make it clear he's not interested without being too rude (his past self would be absolutely horrified by what's happening right now).

Which maybe explains his behaviour when he sees April come into Joe's and walk towards him.

"Hey babe," he says, looping an arm around her shoulders and kissing her cheek, and he widens his eyes in the hope she takes the hint and plays along before she looks too taken aback.

"Oh, uh, hey... sugar bear."

The blonde rolls her eyes and leaves, but he keeps his arm where it is, raising an eyebrow.

"Sugar bear, really?"

"I panicked, okay? And babe, really?"

"What's wrong with babe?"

"I didn't picture you for a 'babe' kind of guy."

"What's a 'babe' kind of guy?"

"I don't know, why don't you ask your new friend?"

He chuckles and takes a sip of his beer.

"You're mean, babe."

"Stop calling me babe!"

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rank the hargreeves’ love interests based on how close the would be with Dave?

omg i love doing this, okay, least close to closest:

5. dolores, i mean they’ve had about the same amount of screentime, maybe they could bond over that

4. lila, i think dave is mystified and fascinated by her, and he respects her the way you respect tornadoes or other inexorable forces of nature. also he appreciates that she gives klaus Sexy Ideas To Try, because even when they’re objectively bad ideas, they’re at least funny. but i think if it was just the two of them in a room, he’d be privately mapping the exits. out of respect

3. sissy, and to be clear i think she and dave would get along super well!! but out of the three that are left, i think sissy has the driest sense of humor, and dave would have to be in a certain mood to really gel with it. he’s absolutely in that mood sometimes though. they have had kvetch sessions for the ages

2. sloane, she’s a very close second but i’m putting her here because as sweet and funny as she is, she still has a degree of distance from like, Normal Human Life, and i think they’d stumble over that occasionally. but oh my god they’d be such a cute duo, they have little lunch dates and try a new restaurant every time

1. ray and dave is a sacred combo to me, they have to set a timer when they start talking because otherwise they’ll just go until someone interrupts them. they could and would hash out a lot of heavy post-sixties trauma together, but like just from the few canon facts we have, we know they’re both nerds, and they’re both wife guys. i barely even have to extrapolate here. their double dates last for like five hours and klaus and ali aren’t even mad about it

and i just realized this is klaus’s list in reverse lmao uh, opposites attract i guess

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Hi I just saw that you said we could send you spacegravity prompts and I was wondering if you're ok with writing it if maybe you could do one where Luther actually acknowledges what Allison tried to do to him and tells Sloane and maybe more of the sparrows are still alive

I absolutely can! Thank you for sending this, it was fun to figure out how I wanted to do it and how to include some more of the Sparrows like you requested! They don't play a huge part but they're there! I'm definitely gonna have to explore more of an AU with them alive and pestering Luther for dating their sister.

Full fic is in this post but I've also posted it to ao3 where it can be found here!

Takes place between the end of episode 5 and beginning of 6.

Do You Believe in Rumors

Maybe she shouldn’t have let him go.

Sloane knew something was truly wrong with Luther after his sister had dropped that man off at the academy. The dead one. The one that was apparently important to his brother. The one who had hurt poor Jayme and Alphonso.

Sloane had been upset her siblings had been put temporarily out of commission but it was a shock to find out that Ben wanted him killed. At least they hadn’t died themselves. And the real shock was that Marcus just stood by and let it happen.

Whatever. That’s her siblings’ problem. She stopped caring about their drama when they stopped including her. They thought they weren’t obvious, as if they even cared not to be in the first place, how they shut her and her ideas down. They constantly reminded her of how she was only Number Five and to “leave the decisions and plans to the actual leaders, Sloane. We’ll call when we need you to figure out an equation or give us ideas on where we should stop for lunch.” They liked to do that. Ridicule her fantasies. She knows it’s because they think she’ll get in the way. That she’s some sort of air head. Because calling her “just Number Five” is stupid when they include Christopher more than her in their battles.

Screw them.

Luther needs help right now.

His mood had been almost unpredictable since he arrived at the academy the night before. All anger and heat when they slept together. Sloane pretended not to notice. She allowed herself to be the person he could find peace in, and he had calmed down within minutes of being in her arms. It made her feel special that he allowed himself to be so vulnerable. But there were still things he was hiding.

He may have calmed down in the night and cheerful by morning but things changed quickly when she mentioned not being able to hide him for forever. He had told her how he couldn’t go back to the hotel, how he had fights with his siblings. Luther had opened up to her more then, confined in her how he isn’t sure how close he is with them anymore.

And then Ben and Marcus wanted to make him a Sparrow. Their secret was out, now all of her siblings knew they had been seeing each other. But despite Jayme picking on him and Alphonso making threats, Marcus having to step in before they killed the new recruit on the spot-

Luther was happy to be included. And Sloane was happy her family was so protective over her, even if they didn’t have to be.

It was short lived because then his sister, Allison, showed up. She had the dead man. She and Luther exchanged a look that didn’t go unnoticed by Sloane… and he was quick to retreat inside.

Sloane didn’t follow him. She wanted to give him space. He said he’d had an argument or two, seeing one of his siblings after whatever happened must have been rough. He probably needed space.

Except now she couldn’t find him.

“Luther?” Sloane calls, her voice echoing in the long halls of the academy. Her room had been the first place she checked, followed by the training center, then the kitchen. So far she hasn’t had a bit of luck.

She’s got her neck craned to stare down one hall before ultimately deciding to go the opposite way, running immediately into Fei turning the corner.

“Oh Fei, I’m so sorry,” luckily she’s able to catch herself before they actually collide. But Fei still adjusts her glasses on the bridge of her nose, “you haven’t seen Luther around, have you?”

“I’m sure Marcus has already got him started on Sparrow training,” her voice regal as always, posture impeccable.

Sloane shakes her head, gaze falling to the ornate carpet, “No, I checked, Marcus hasn’t seen him. I’m starting to worry somethings wrong.”

“It’s not your-“ Fei cuts herself short, undoubtedly about to tell her it’s not something for her to worry about, that it’s the Umbrellas’ drama not hers, but she doesn’t say it, “if I see him I’ll let you know.” She lightly places her hand on her shoulder, giving Sloane a soft smile before continuing on her way.

Maybe Sloane is too harsh on her family.

Or maybe they’re actually trying to be more than civil with the looming apocalypse.

Another thing that’s on her nerves. Another reason she needs to find Luther. She feels safe with him. He’s done this whole ‘end of the world’ thing before. And she’s more terrified than she’ll ever admit.

She’s beginning to think he’s left. That she missed him while she was giving him space. Maybe he went back to the hotel after all.

But Luther would never leave without telling her goodbye. He has to be here somewhere.

And then a partially open door to a bathroom on the opposite end of the hall catches her eye.

“Luther?” Sloane tries again, only to receive no answer. She walks down the hall, closer and closer until-

She sees him.

Luther’s back is to her. He’s staring in the mirror but he’s either lost in thought or can’t see her reflection. But she can see his face.

Paired with the white knuckle grip he has on the sink, threatening to crack the porcelain under his strength, his expression is somber. A deep frown as he stares critically back at himself that makes her sad. His smile can light up a room and to witness a pure polar opposite, a look of true despair and hurt written in every crease of his face, is enough to make someone else despair.

Not only does she see the deep inhale he takes but hears his great sigh. He never takes his gaze off himself, almost as if he’s searching for something. Something he’s not finding.

Being the quiet one, Sloane has learned to pick up on things. People will say and do whatever when they think others aren’t watching and by being quiet, by being still, she’s gotten easy access to the vulnerabilities her family likes to hide.

But right now she doesn’t even have to be quiet to know there’s something clearly wrong with him.

“Luther,” She says, soft and sweetly, hoping not to startle him. She makes sure to take a step forward so it appears as if she’s just found him rather than have been watching him. She doesn’t want to betray his trust by making him think she was spying.

“Sloane!” Luther smiles, pretends as if the world is suddenly alright now that she’s here. But his expression is tired. He’s breaking.

“Hi,” she tries to return it but her own smile feels fake. He meets her in the doorway, putting his back to whatever soul searching he had been up to, as if it never happened, “I’ve been looking for you. I’m worried,” she reaches out and lays her hand on his forearm, which still seems so large no matter how used to his body she’s gotten.

“Well, you don’t have to be, nothings wrong.” Luther tucks stray hairs behind her ear, leaning in to kiss her cheek, and then walks around her to leave.

“Except there is!” Sloane tries, desperate, her heart in her throat. She’s over stepping. He’s going to hate her. He’s going to leave.

Luther stops, turns back towards her and looks almost fearful. But he’s hiding it behind that guise of being her perfect strong soldier.

“I can tell you’re not okay, Luther,” she closes the gap he created, “And I don’t like seeing you sad. I know you said you had a fight with your siblings but I can’t help but think it’s more than that. I’ve seen you argue with them,” she’s seen them fight over her, seen them argue over her family, as if they were at war, “You don’t have to talk to me but I want you to know you don’t have to pretend like it’s all okay.”

Why now does he close himself off so much? Maybe he is drifting from her…

Luther does another one of those big sighs, hangs his head, looks anywhere but at her, “I didn’t want to have to tell you,” he chuckles but it’s not funny, he’s not trying to be, “It’s kinda embarrassing.”

“Luther,” she croons, “I’d never judge you,” Sloane reaches out to take his hands in hers, holding them comfortingly tight. It’s reassuring when he squeezes back.

“You’re right,” Luther says slowly, “It wasn’t just a fight,” she hadn’t thought so, not with how he’s been acting.

Sloane nods, letting him know he has her undivided attention. Now he looks at her. Still, it seems like a challenge for him. Whatever happened must have cut deep.

“You know Allison’s rumor?”

“How could I forget?” She scoffs, only realizes how mean she had sounded when he says-

“Right, I’m sorry,”

“It’s okay,” she’s sincere on that, she’s put it behind her, “Go on,”

“Well,” he swallows, like his admission is painful to even speak. Sloane begins to think that she shouldn’t have brought it up, “Last night she used it on me,”

“Oh, Luther,”

“She made me want her,” he says it so fast Sloane almost doesn’t catch it, “I was on my way here and I guess she didn’t like that. You know… as kids we were stupid and had some sort of crush or something on each other, I don’t know, and I held onto it longer than I’d like to admit, I think because she was all I had for a really long time. But she got over it. She got married. Twice,” he laughs, like he thinks himself pathetic. Sloane reaches up to caress his cheek, soothes him while he talks, “And when I finally moved on, let myself let go of all that, I guess she wanted to act on it. Except she’s only ever acted remotely interested when it was convenient for her. I was just going to leave, I didn’t want to fight about it, but then she… then she,” he falters.

“It’s okay,” Sloane speaks softly, not knowing if she should hug him or not. It breaks her heart when she notices his eyes are beginning to water.

Luther takes a deep breath, steadies himself, holds onto the hand she has on his cheek and leans into it. “She rumored me,” he’s steadier now when he says it, as if it weren’t as serious as it really was, “I didn’t know any better, I couldn’t help it. I kissed her. And I certainly would have gone farther if she hadn’t broken it. I think, honestly, that it scared her as much as it did me.”

When he closes his eyes just for the briefest moment, long enough for an uncontrolled tear to find its way free, is when she hugs him. Sloane lets go of his hands and he looks absolutely terrified before she wraps her arms around as much of him as she can and buries her face into his chest.

Luther is hesitant but he hugs her back and she can tell how mindful he is of his strength. Still he holds onto her like a lifeline. She can even hear the shudder in his breath when he says, “I’m so sorry,”

“It wast your fault!” She insists, voice muffled by his chest.

“I know,” does he? “And I’m sorry if I was rough with you last night. I was confused and didn’t know whether to be angry or sad or-“

“You weren’t rough, I promise.”

He laughs and this time it sounds far more genuine.

“Thank you,” he mutters into her hair.

“For what?”

“For being here, and letting me talk. I don’t think anyone’s really done that for me before.”

“Luther,” she leans back but doesn’t let go, just far enough she can see his face, “You hang on to every word I say, every little detailed ramble about the places I want to see and what’s going on with my family, the very least I can do is let you open up. I'm just glad you trust me enough.”

“I could say the same to you,” he gently smooths her hair.

“I know, I promise that I’m here for you how you are for me.”

“I know,” he echoes her words with a smile, one of his real ones, “I love you for it.”

“I love you too,” Sloane means every syllable. They’ve come so far in so few days. She feels truly complete with Luther.

There’s suddenly a loud scoff from behind them that makes Sloane jump, “Ugh, gross,” Jayme, “Ben!” She shouts down the hall, “Sloane and Luther are doing PDA in the hall!”

Sloane can feel her cheeks heating up, if she weren’t wearing even the faintest bit of makeup her cheeks would surely be completely red.

“You have a room for a reason you know,” Says Alphonso, not far behind Jayme as they make their way down the hall.

Sloane and Luther separate except to still hold hands. “He’s right, maybe we should head there now,” Sloane suggests, calming down from an emotional exchange in each other’s arms sounds perfect right about now.

“Sounds like a good idea,” they’re about to head off to Sloane’s room but run into Fei before they can even take two steps.

“That’ll have to wait, Marcus is calling a meeting,” Fei strides by ever so nonchalantly.

“Guess it’ll have to wait,” Luther mutters, partly mocking her when she’s out of ear shot.

Sloane giggles, stepping on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek, “Yeah, I guess so.”

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thank you so much again for the prompt anon! I had so much fun writing Sloane for the first time and writing Luther through someone else's pov! I'm excited to work on some more projects for them!

-reminder to those reading that I am NOT an Allison anti and this work of fiction is not written in bias to condone or critique anything that happened in the show. Instead, it fits a prompt and how I think, further, a favorite character of mine might reaction.

Thanks for reading!

[tmisaccidentreportbook]

MAG033, Boatswain’s Call

Case #0110201, Carlita Sloane Release date: August 18, 2016 First listen: 6th November, walking into work, remember crossing the overflow car park

The Big Boy Man, Oh Lord, He Cometh. Our first look at Peter Lukas, the other Sad Sea Dad of Rusty Quill.

- TIMOTHY STOKER! THE STONKER! MY BOY! MY SWEET CHEESE! MY ROTTEN LIL’ SOLDIER BOY!

- Reasons I love Tim: He gives me ‘bi guy who uses finger guns’ energy, he is not above weaponising his charms, and he’s also concerned about hoW SOME SHIT DOESN’T ADD UP JONNY!

- I’m being overly critical and harsh, and God knows, if I’d been putting a project like this together, I’d need a warehouse for all the wall space my cork boards would need to take up, but I’m grateful that they are addressing some of this in universe.

- I feel sorry for Jon and Jonny both. For Jon, he got yeeted into this position with no warning, he’s trying his best but he doesn’t quite know what he’s doing so he’s clinging to professionalism and academia like his life depends on it. These mistakes must be hugely embarrassing for him, eating away at him. And if these mistakes are just honest writing slips, then I feel for Jonny. It’s a new, big project, the early days were fucking chaos because of a perfect storm of issues, mistakes get made. But I love how it’s handled in universe.

- ‘Oh, and don’t get me started on the other case numbers around the Hill Top hauntings, they’re a mess…’ BIG MOOD.

- Please tell me Josh Cole and Samantha Emery were listeners who heard the inconsistencies and got in touch. Also, what sort of degrees are these guys doing, because I want in on that.

Supplemental: THEY WERE! Oh I love that! Heck yeah!

- Tim’s trying to be so kind about it and making it out to be no big deal, even using it as an opportunity to introduce Jon to some other people around the institute, and Jon is snapping and snarling like a cornered, wounded animal.

- Tim being the audience surrogate to give us a clear explanation of the file numbering system, thank you sweet child. Also possible that he does in fact know the system, and it pitching a soft ball at Jon to rebuild his confidence a little.

- Tim is like the office emotional support golden retriever and I love him but that role can take its toll on a person and my boy’s got hidden depths. I think he can just see Jon struggling and it trying to throw him a line.

- ‘Martin keeps showing me his tongue and asking if it ‘looks infested’.’ You can hear the ‘bi panic’ in that uncomfortable laugh because you KNOW my boy Martin is a snacc.

- Jon just sounds so beaten down and tired. I don’t suppose any of them have been sleeping terribly well of late, between Sasha’s encounter with The Distortion and Martin’s encounter with The Flesh Hive. The Institute probably isn’t the most welcoming or homiest of bolt holds.

- Straight out the gate, needed to google where Porto do Itaqui was because I had next to no idea. Also, Brazil if flipping huge and its’ shore line is a lot wigglier than I gave it credit for.

- The Tundra, what a name for a ship. Ugh, it’s brilliant, I hate it. The world’s Arctic Tundra is estimated to have a population of 4 million. That’s 0.05% of the world’s population for about 10% of the world’s land mass.

- ‘A lot of people don’t think shipping is a job for women. Hell, a lot of people who work on ships don’t think it is.’ The 2021 BIMCO/ICS Seafarer Workforce Report records women making up 1.2% of the global seafarer workforce, and that’s a 45.8% increase compared with the 2015 report. Carlita has has to fight for her place and I bloody respect her for that. I wouldn’t be surprised if she had, indeed, made men bled for it.

- ‘…at that point I was starting to get a bit desperate’, and that’s just how they get you isn’t it. The Entities have a wonderful knack of rolling in when all the other doors are closing and you believe that the alternative for what you reaching for has to be worse. I wasn’t sure what ‘workaway’ meant, as far as I understand it, she’d be working for passage and food.

- Peter Lukas. The Big Boy Man himself. Wonder if the lil bit of pepper Jon is putting on the name is the result of a few jigsaw pieces falling into place?

- ‘He sat there at a small table, completely alone, drinking a cup of black coffee.’ There is zero joy in this man. Just none.

- The way Carlita describes it, with the feeling of a door closing, it almost feels like Lukas is maintaining a little pocket of the lonely in this seedy bar, one that Carlita unwitting steps into, leaving the rest of the world behind.

- ‘We have one space.’ Well… isn’t that fucking convenient.

- The lack of activity and the shipping containers already in situ, I’m trying to remember, does Carlita discover that they’re empty?

- I looked up a boatswain’s call whistle and played a few mp3, shrill little things. Got a lot of different calls to relay different messages over the noise of work and the sea, but my favourite thing I learned is that in Star Trek, the boatswain's call can be heard before anytime Kirk speaks to the crew over the comms.

- Not sure what the pay difference is between ordinary and able seaman, but the ranking system was introduced in1652. I think it is just a case of experience at sea.

- Must have been a quick cast off and she must have been desperate if she didn’t have time to discover the bearing until they were already out of port. One advantage to being OS as opposed to an AS I suppose is a drop in responsibilities. In theory, she just needed to pull her weight and get home.

- ‘Hell, not being too comfortable around people is a damn fine reason to go to sea.’ Big mood. But you can’t really take that with you an apply it to the crew that same way. Not when you’re working on the sea and need to work together for survival in so many instances. As well as the isolation, there’s the added threat of isolation in a hostile environment. Also kudos to her for not going insane, I really like my own company, but I’m not a fan of extended silence. Don’t like the thoughts getting in, so I turn to podcasts, and podcasts lead to these sort of fucking things…

- Kinda feel for Lukas a lil, even on your own boat, you’re hiding from folks.

- What was it about Sean Kelly that made him scared? Had he been a recent addition to the crew? Fresh enough to not be hardened to it but there long enough to know what’s happening? Also, making him a quasi countryman to Carlita, there was a foothold for camaraderie there, but it never happened.

- Containers rusted in place, never moved on or off of the Tundra, only painted and repainted. The cargo isn’t in the containers. There may have been worries about Carlita’s previous ship possibly trafficking people, but I think this vessel is of more concern.

- I appreciate that she’s smart and savvy enough to not go poking around when she first sees something amiss. We’ve had some idiots, and Ms Sloane is not one of them.

- Gotta love a woman with a pair of steelies.

- EMPTY CONTAINERS! CALLED IT!

- The boatswain's call, the ‘old-fashioned boat, with oars and a winch’, there’s something archaic about The Lonely. Something very old, or rather, behind the times.

- Yup, Sean Kelly’s the sacrificial lamb and the whistle is the dinner bell. It’s a little bit of a take on the ‘Appease the Volcano God’ trope, swapping heat and lava for cold and fog.

- ‘…it “hadn’t been an easy choice”.’ Yeah I would have stuck to myself after that too.

- ‘…twenty-five thousand pounds. For barely two weeks work. I don’t mind telling you, it was almost enough to tempt me back. Almost.’ So that’s why folks stay. For the pay. I wonder how many folks on that vessel were desperate enough that they chose to roll the dice and keep sailing?

- ‘…here does not appear to have been anything explicitly supernatural occurring in this statement.’ Jon’s right, from the outside it just appears real weird and probably a murder was committed.

- ‘…the Tundra is a currently-active cargo ship operating for Solus Shipping PLC, a company founded and majority-owned by Nathaniel Lukas.’ Solus… solo… urgh. Also, where in the line of Jonah’s Lukas sugar daddies does Nathaniel fall? Actually, that’s a present tense. Is that Elias’ ex-to-the-power-of-twelve brother-in-law or something?

- ‘It doesn’t look like I’m going to be able to do any further investigations into this.’ Proceeds to list off a shopping list of hinky shit that warrants a lot of digging getting more salty and rabid with each word. Starting to see a little bit of season 2 Jon come through there.

[peachy-wolfhard]

He’s an asshole but he’s MY asshole (VII)

A/N: oh lord it’s here...my baby’s all done :,), i promise im gonna write more ben stuff, reader wasnt adopted by reggie but lives with the sparrows bc superpowers, more ben and five stuff will be coming soon...

Taglist at the bottom, feel free to ask to be tagged in upcoming parts!

Warnings: violence, swearing, joking about Reggie wanting them dead, reader gets a gut stab, klaus comes back to life, talks of bashing brains in, Five’s arm gets cut off, cockroaches, Reginald hurts the reader, blood, character death

Word Count: 3.2k

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 6

reader and Ben are teenagers in the flashback, sorry if the last guardian’s weapon is wrong lol

     Flashback

     The mission alarm sounds, pulling you from your peaceful nap. Really? Can’t these people not commit a crime when I’m trying to nap? Getting up from your boyfriend's bed, you walk down the hall as fast as your still sleepy self can trying to get to your bedroom to change into your mission suit. In your room, you throw on your suit and zip up your boots while Ben bangs on your closed door and yells to hurry up. “Okay, I’m ready asshole,” you say throwing the door open with a smile. “You should've been ready earlier,” he says, grabbing your hand and dragging you down the hallway, the stairs, and finally out the door. Walking down the street with Ben, Alphonso, and Chris, toward the bank where a robbery with hostages. Reginald said that the others could stay back because it wouldn't be a hard job to handle and that the four of you could use some help with working together. Pogo did not like this plan stating that too many things could go wrong with there only being four of you but Reggie ignored him. “Maybe he just doesn't like us,” Alphonso jokes with you. “Yeah, maybe he wants us gone because we’re so annoying. But that doesn't explain--” “Y/n, please take this seriously,” Ben interrupts you and Alphonso’s jokes before you all walk up the steps to the bank and make your grand entrance.

     “You four have thoroughly disappointed me. Do you call that a mission? You four were utter buffoons making the Sparrow Academy look like amateurs,” Reginald lectures you in the living room. “And now look what happened to your brother and ‘boyfriend’ is hurt. Can you explain yourself?” he continues making you increasingly annoyed. “He wouldn't be hurt if you would've listened to Pogo and let the entire team go,” you exclaim at the old man. Getting off the sofa you go to the infirmary to check on Ben. Knocking on the wall you wait for Ben to look up from the book you had recommended. Ben liked reading the little notes you made in the margins and seeing what sections you liked. Normally he would never read a sappy romance book but seeing the way you would react to what the characters did made him want to learn all he can on how to make you giggle and smile like that. Setting his book down on his lap revealing his bandaged cheek, he motioned you in before leaning up and adjusting his pillow before laying back down. “So, how does your face feel,” you ask sitting on his cot and holding his hand. “My cheek hurts, my nose hurts, my eye hurts, everything on my left side hurts. But, the meds Grace gave me are working I think,” he says trying to smile at you but only being able to smile with the right half. “...I'm sorry. It's my fault, I shouldn't have turned around and left you to deal with the last guy, I should’ve taken care of him when I had the chance,” you say starting to ramble. “Hey, it’s okay. I lived I’m going to be okay,” he says squeezing your hand. “Do you think it's gonna look cool when it heals?” Ben asks lightening the mood. “It’s gonna be so badass.”

     Present

     You, Sloane, and Five had managed to corral the guardian into the laundry room. Hiding behind a line of washing and drying machines, you attempt to create a plan. “You’ve hit him with your ax five times. He should be dead by now,” Ben says to Five. “The armor. It’s like hitting cement,” Five says to the group. “There’s a space between the backplates,” Sloane informs the group. “We need to get behind him.” “I can do it. I can just walk up the wall a drop behind him and then boom, done,” you tell the group. “No, there is no way in hell you’re doing that,” Ben says firmly. “Oh really? You aren't the boss of me, asshole,” you reply making Ben groan in frustration. Beginning to crawl over to the wall you’re stopped when Sloane gently grabs your ankle. Going back to your hiding spot next to Sloane, she then says “Let’s kill this thing,” before leaping over the barricade with Five following after her. Sloane runs around to try and get behind the guardian but the guardian throws a knife that slices her arm open. Five appears and tries to hit it again but is bitch-smacked and knocked to the ground. Standing you run around to the guardian and jump on its back, distracting it from Sloane and Five. You and the guardian wrestle around for a bit; you trying to find some skin so that you can sink your fangs into it as your nails try to scratch it. The guardian soon gets the upper hand and throws you to the ground hard. It stands over you growling and raising its sword and then plunging it into your stomach. As you let out a bloodcurdling scream, Ben finally joins the fight, using his tentacles to restrain the guardian. His tentacles don't restrain it for long, the guardian slices through them causing Ben to wail in pain and the guardian to set his sights on him. Five then uses all of his strength to get up and strike between the backplates. 

     The guardian collapses falling face down with Five’s ax still in his back. Rolling over you see Ben and give him a weak smile, letting him know you were going to be okay. Sloane helps you stand, her arm around your waist while one of your arms around her neck. She brings you over to Ben, where he immediately holds you close, head buried in your neck. “You’re so fucking stupid, but you’re my idiot,” he says looking you in the eyes smiling. “And you’re such an asshole, but you’re my asshole,” you say pulling him in for another hug, giggling. “We should go to the lobby,” Five says out of breath. “You okay to walk?” he asks nervousness laced in his voice. “Yeah, I think I'm good,” you say lifting your shirt to look at the almost healed wound. 

     Meeting in the lobby with the other Umbrellas, you see Klaus on the floor being picked up by his siblings. “You look like hell,” Klaus says after Five approaches him. “Why don’t you try killing a guardian?” he replies sarcastically. “We just did,” Viktor says gesturing to Lila and Allison. “So did we,” you say, checking your wound and seeing no trace of it. “Klaus, I thought you were dead,” Sloane says worriedly. “Yes, yes I'm alive and amazing, despite Dad’s attempts to bash my brains in, but tearful reunion later,” Klaus responds worrying you and the others. “What you guys need to know now right now is that… Dad killed Luther. And locked me out of the tunnel and he rang that stupid bell!” he finishes. Seeing Reginald you and your family start towards him. “What's your plan, old man?” Five asks walking toward him with his arms out. “We don’t have time for this,” Reginald responds quickly. “You killed Luther!” Sloane confronts her father, holding her hurting side. “I had no choice. You refused to come together as a team,” he says. “All of your stupid myths and stories. There were never seven bells or Norsemen. You brought us here to die!” Ben exclaims finally standing up to his father, making you kind of proud. “That’s not so. Somewhere in this hotel is the key to resetting the universe. We just need to find the sigil!” Reginald says holding his journal. “I don’t care about your sigil! None of us do,” Sloane yells pain laced in her voice.

     “We barely survived that guardian with his stupid helmet and his sickle!” Diego joins. “The guardian we killed had an ax,” Viktor quietly adds. “Ours had a sword,” you add. “There’s one left,” Diego and Lila say in unison looking at each other. “We have to go after it,” Sloane vengefully states. “Because that worked so well the first time,” Ben says assholishly. Five goes to the balcony and looks down at the team. He’s probably annoyed with their arguments or he’s going off to find the guardian himself. “Hey, I found the sigil! It’s on the--” Five yells before the final guardian burst through the ceiling, landing on the balcony and cutting off Five’s arm. The guardian lands before you, growling at the sight of you and your family. The guardian first attacks Klaus, slicing into his stomach with his kusarigama. The guardian then throws some smoke bombs at some of the team, causing them to fall immediately. Standing with Ben as the guardian winds up to throw his kusarigama again, Ben throws you to his side, hitting your head on the hard tile. Luckily he was only hit with the iron weight at the end and not the blade. Diego then stands to fight, dodging one attack but then getting hit by the rest. The guardian wraps the chain around his arm and goes to slice him, however, Diego moves just in time to avoid the blow. He then starts landing blow after blow to the guardian’s side and back, before being smacked down by the growling guardian. 

     Sloane then stands in front of the guardian. Just as it goes to stab her she uses her powers to stop it, the metal armor creaking loudly. Sloane’s powers aren't enough and soon fade out, just as the guardian starts to stab its kama into Sloane, Luther grabs its arm and says “Nobody hurts my wife, you son of a bitch.” Luther then throws the guardian backward, it flies through the air, slamming into the ground near the stairs. Laying on the floor you start to sit up, helping Ben as you watch Luther stand up to Reginald and say his final goodbye to Sloane. The guardian starts to reanimate, Five tells everyone that the sigil is on the floor while Reginald tells everyone to find a star. Rushing over to an unoccupied star, Reginald grabs your arm and pulls you. “Not you,” he says firmly as he tightens his grip on your arm, pulling you away. The rest of the team goes and stands on a star, Allison goes to stand on one and is told the same thing. “No. Not you,” he says still holding your arm as your tired legs give out under you, leaving you hanging by your arm. Five walks down the balcony, what’s left of his arm tied off. The guardian reanimates and puts his mask back on, covering the nasty cockroach-infested face, and prepares to fight again. Five and Allison exchange looks as the guardian swings his kusarigama. Five teleports to the final star and electricity shoots out, connecting all the siblings and guardian.

     The beam of electricity burns a hole through the guardian, knocking it backward and finally killing it causing the guardian to disintegrate, leaving the armor behind as cockroaches scurry out. Reginald still has a tight hold on your arm as spotlights shine down on your siblings causing them all to strain and groan. The hotel starts to transform before your eyes, the hotel turns a neon gold color as the insides morph into a platform with gold lines all around. The desk behind you turns around and Reginald pulls you along with him to the new high-tech desk. Reggie starts tapping on the dome screens, one hand now wrapped around your wrist, tightly. “This wasn't part of the deal,” Allison steps in and says. “You dipshit! You’re hurting them!” you yell, biting down on Reginald’s hand. Reginald responds to you by slamming you on the floor repeatedly. Shit, I think this is my new thing. Repeatedly slamming your head into the ground, you look toward Ben, watching the life be sucked out of him. After Reginald feels you are no longer a threat he stops the banging, giving you one kick to the head before going back to the dome screens. Allison stands shocked at the sight, not knowing what to do. 

     “He killed Luther,” Viktor strains. “He tried to kill Klaus. He won’t stop until we’re all dead,” Five adds. Sitting up you look down at the pool of your blood dazed hearing the screams of your family as the energy powers up. “Okay, you need to stop!” Allison urges. “I’m almost done. And when I am, you and I will get what we came here for,” Reginald concludes. “No, you’re killing them!” she shouts at the old man. “Everything in life has a price,” he says as their screams get louder and particles fly off their bodies. Allison tries to use her powers to make Reginald stop but it somehow doesn't work. “Allison,” you weakly whisper. Getting her attention, you mouth to “get the kusarigama” and make a beating gesture. Allison grabs the kusarigama and with the kama cuts Reginald’s head in half, revealing non-human insides and dark green blood. The spotlights release your family, leaving them worse for wear. A faint call-like sound is heard and Allison goes towards the sound finding a button. “Allison… Allison, don’t touch that button. We don’t know what it does,” Five says out of breath and strained. “Allison, stop!” Viktor yells, getting ready to use his powers on her. “Do you trust me?” Allison asks Viktor. Viktor powers down, making the others protest. Allison presses the button and the room distorts and goes black.

     Waking up, you’re still in the hotel, only in the elevator. Waking up with your head in Ben’s lap, you sit up and look around not finding Allison or Sloane in the elevator. Everyone stands up, you all wait for the elevator to stop, not saying a word. The elevator finally stops and the door opens and you all step out. Ben gently holds your hand leading you out, taking caution given that his father tried to kill you not even five minutes before. “Cool,” Lila laughs looking at a bust of Reginald with Viktor. “Luther?” Viktor says seeing a smaller Luther exit the elevator. Viktor then walks over to him and jumps in his arms, overjoyed at seeing his previously deceased brother. The Umbrella’s cheer over Luther’s return. As they celebrate Ben looks at your head, the wounds starting to heal like magic. Smiling he places a kiss near one of the many cuts and bruises on your face. “Holy shit, my body!” Luther exclaims. “Wait. I gotta show Sloane,” he says looking for her. “I got my arm back,” Five says looking down at his once missing arm. “This is so cool. W-wait. Where’s Sloane?” Luther asks alarmed. “Oh, she was, uh… She was right behind me--,” Klaus says as Lila interrupts him “When Allison hit the bloody button.” “She’s gone too,” Diego adds. “You know, I don't know about you guys, but I have not felt this good in years,” Klaus says walking aimlessly. 

     “Does anyone know where the hell we are?” Ben says holding your waist and looking intently at your almost healed cuts. “The hotel. Or at least this is where it used to be,” Lila responds. “I think the old man did it. I think he reset the universe,” FIve says shocked. Lila exclaims that Diego got his fingers back causing you to look at Ben a little closer. “Holy shit babe. You’re scar,” you say awestruck. Luther continues to shout for Sloane and then threatens Five as Ben touches his cheek, not feeling the indention of his scar. As he feels for his scar he notices something else. “Where’s the sparrow?” he asks feeling where his Sparrow Academy tattoo was. Looking down at your wrist you still find the sparrow tattoo. “Okay, screw this,” Five says as he tries to teleport away but fails to do. “Something’s wrong,” he says looking toward the group. “That’s right. You’re about to get your ass kicked,” Luther says both hands on Five, ready to kick his ass. “Yeah, kick his ass,” Diego says excitedly. “No, you moron. My power,” he explains, the last part you couldn't hear. Diego then takes out one of his knives and trying to spin it but fails, the knife falling out of his hands. “That’s not good.” Everyone then tries to use their powers and everyone fails to do so, except for you, your fangs still intact and healing still there. “How do we get them back, idiots?” Ben asks annoyed. No one answers his question. Luther leaves to go find Sloane and Klaus goes after him. “We’re out bitches,” Ben says as you two walk away to go do something.

     “We can go on our vacation now,” Ben says walking with you, swinging your arms. “Where are you gonna take me?” you say as Ben spins you around. “I was thinking Paris. Ya know we could even live there. I mean, new timeline--universe new us,” he says smiling as you keep walking, passing by a streetseller. “So it's a plan then? We’ll move to France and live out our days?” he asks, stopping in front of a motel. “Okay, settle down, let's just start with a vacation there, then we’ll see how we feel,” you say, facing him and fixing his jacket. Walking inside the rundown motel, Ben pays for a room and gets the key. Walking into the room you immediately throw all of your clothes off and start to get in bed, snuggling under the sheets waiting for Ben. He stands at the sink looking in the mirror, touching where his scar had been just 20 minutes ago. “I think we can start over,” Ben says to your almost asleep self. “Yeah? No more playing superheroes?” you reply eyes closed laying down. “Yeah, be normal people for a while.” Feeling his weight on the bed, you open your eyes and look at him, seeing him facing you. Leaning down he places a soft kiss on your lips. “I promise you, we’ll be a normal family from now on. A-and if I ever break that promise, you’re allowed to beat me up,” he whispers almost in tears. “I’m proud of you,” you say still looking him deeply in the eyes changing the topic. “I’m proud, you finally did it. You stood up to Reggie and looked damn good doing it,” you say smiling and giggling. “T-t-thank you,” Ben sniffles as he starts to cry. Sitting up you comfort him, holding him close to your chest, rocking back and forth. 

     Waking up the next morning, Ben and you gather your meager things together and get dressed to go on your next (normal) adventure. Catching a taxi to the airport, Ben starts rambling about all the things he wants to do and see. The only other time I’ve seen him this happy was on our wedding day. “And don’t worry about how we’re gonna pay for all this stuff,” Ben says confusing you and worrying the driver. “Because I got this,” he finishes, holding up Reginald’s debit card, grinning like an idiot. “Do you really think he won’t notice when we’re spending thousands of dollars?” you reply smiling and grabbing the card to put in your pocket. “As if he’d care,” Ben replies, continuing to talk about all the places he’s going to take you and all the sights you’re going to see while he wraps you in his arms.

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