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felicitysmoaksx · 15 days ago

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Anonymous asked: For your advent challenge, can you do sarah x connor with big brother severide?

Day 6 of the Advent Prompt Challenge! I know its really late, but some personal stuff has come up that has made this month really hard and has left me less time to write than I thought. So I'm extending the challenge through till New Years and hope you'll understand.

Her stomach ached. And not from a stomach ache either, but from the hole that the wall that fell on her and punctured a hole in her stomach and if she was more aware, she probably would've been more worried that this was the first time Kelly was seeing Connor as her boyfriend.

And in hindsight, Sarah knew not telling Kelly about Connor and vise versa was going to blow up in her face. But she didn’t know it would actually blow up in her face. Not just metaphorically. But right now Sarah just couldn't find it in herself to care. Instead she sat back and let them figure it out. Like the big boys there were supposed to be.

"You're being a mother hens," Sarah pointed out tiredly as her the men in her life fussed over her.

"I'm the big brother. That's kind of my job description." Kelly pressed a kiss to her forehead, after he finished fluffing her pillow.

"Same with boyfriend perks," Connor continued to fuss over the blankets but before that he had been hovering over nurse as they changed the dressing on her stomach. "I'm still trying to figure out how you knew how to do that. With the trauma pads."

"My roommate and best friend-Shay. She had the exact same injury about four years ago now? Because Med had something similar happen that happened today. She used trauma pads to soak up as much blood as she could to keep going. Until, like Sarah she finally collapsed." Kelly explained to her boyfriend.

"You act like you didn't raise me and you haven't done something similar." Sarah rolled her eyes at her step-brother's pointed words. She was too sleepy to deal with this. The brunette yawned and stretched her arms behind her to adjust her body. Which made both of the men in her life hiss and both reach to help her.

"I'm really starting to miss when you two hated each other," She slurred as her medication made her drowsy.

Kelly snorted and pressed one last kiss to her forehead. "I'll be back okay, little sister? I'm just going to get you some stuff from the apartment."

"My airpods," Sarah requested, "Please."

"First thing on my list." Kelly squeezed her hand, "Love you,"

When he was gone, Sarah looked at her boyfriend. "I'm probably just going to sleep. You can go home."

Connor pecked her lips lightly before he settled into a chair beside her bed. Then he picked up her hand and pressed his lips to her skin in a very tender fashion. "Yeah, well you scared me today. Especially when you lied to Ava about how badly you were hurt until the last possible second. So you'll have to deal with me hovering."

"There were a group of candidates who didn't know what to do because it was their first day on the job. It wasn't their fault their lieutenants didn't keep them on their hips I knew what to do because Kelly's had me in fire drills since I was thirteen at the fire academy. Not to mention the civilians trapped with us. They were hurt too."

Connor shook his head and laughed lightly, "How the hell did I not realize that you and Severide were related?"

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felicitysmoaksx · 16 days ago

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Anonymous asked: For your advent challenge, can you do sarah x connor with big brother severide?

"You're being a mother hens," Sarah pointed out tiredly as her the men in her life fussed over her.

"I'm the big brother. That's kind of my job description." Kelly pressed a kiss to her forehead, after he finished fluffing her pillow.

"I'm really starting to miss when you two hated each other," She slurred as her medication made her drowsy.

Kelly snorted and pressed one last kiss to her forehead. "I'll be back okay, little sister? I'm just going to get you some stuff from the apartment."

"My airpods," Sarah requested, "Please."

"First thing on my list." Kelly squeezed her hand, "Love you,"

When he was gone, Sarah looked at her boyfriend. "I'm probably just going to sleep. You can go home."

Connor shook his head and laughed lightly, "How the hell did I not realize that you and Severide were related?"

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felicitysmoaksx · 16 days ago

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Anonymous asked: For your advent challenge, can you do sarah x connor with big brother severide?

"You're being a mother hens," Sarah pointed out tiredly as her the men in her life fussed over her.

"I'm the big brother. That's kind of my job description." Kelly pressed a kiss to her forehead, after he finished fluffing her pillow.

"I'm really starting to miss when you two hated each other," She slurred as her medication made her drowsy.

Kelly snorted and pressed one last kiss to her forehead. "I'll be back okay, little sister? I'm just going to get you some stuff from the apartment."

"My airpods," Sarah requested, "Please."

"First thing on my list." Kelly squeezed her hand, "Love you,"

When he was gone, Sarah looked at her boyfriend. "I'm probably just going to sleep. You can go home."

Connor shook his head and laughed lightly, "How the hell did I not realize that you and Severide were related?"

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felicitysmoaksx · 17 days ago

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Anonymous asked: For your advent challenge, can you do sarah x connor with big brother severide?

"You're being a mother hens," Sarah pointed out tiredly as her the men in her life fussed over her.

"I'm the big brother. That's kind of my job description." Kelly pressed a kiss to her forehead, after he finished fluffing her pillow.

"I'm really starting to miss when you two hated each other," She slurred as her medication made her drowsy.

Kelly snorted and pressed one last kiss to her forehead. "I'll be back okay, little sister? I'm just going to get you some stuff from the apartment."

"My airpods," Sarah requested, "Please."

"First thing on my list." Kelly squeezed her hand, "Love you,"

When he was gone, Sarah looked at her boyfriend. "I'm probably just going to sleep. You can go home."

Connor shook his head and laughed lightly, "How the hell did I not realize that you and Severide were related?"

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felicitysmoaksx · 19 days ago

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BENEDICT BRIDGERTON

2.07 "Harmony" | 3.06 "Romancing Mister Bridgerton"

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felicitysmoaksx · 21 days ago

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It just hit me that the boys all have graves somewhere... Do you think they've gone there? Has Julie? How do they feel about how and where they were buried?

sorry this took so long to respond to! I'm not sure if you meant it as a writing prompt or just a point of discussion.... but i wrote 2500 words on it anyway. Hope you enjoy!

Special thanks to @weneedglitter for her math and naming assistance :)

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It’s sort of an accident, at the beginning. Reggie doesn’t mean to be looking.

He doesn’t really mean to be looking for anything, even if he sounded really suspicious and like he was a total lying liar face when he told Julie and the guys he was just “going for a stroll.” But honestly, it’s a coincidence more than anything that his stroll takes him to the bike rental place on the beachfront that used to be his house. And it’s a coincidence that the pimpled teen working the counter has that day’s mail laid out in front of him for all the world to see. And it’s a coincidence that in said pile of mail is a letter from Evergreen Cemetery addressed to “Archibald Peters or Current Resident.”

He doesn’t actually read the letter (his invisibility these days is spotty at best, and he doesn’t think committing felony mail theft would be much smarter of an idea than making an envelope float in mid-air anyway). He doesn’t know that the letter has anything more to say than “Hey you, know any dead people? Send ‘em our way!”

He doesn’t know it has anything to do with him.

But he goes home anyway— because home is Julie’s house, now— and slides Carlos’s laptop out of its super functional hiding place under his pillow, and looks up the address for Evergreen Cemetery.

And then he poofs into the kitchen and says, “Ray? Will you drive me somewhere?”

The car ride is quiet, mostly because Ray said, “You wanna tell me where we’re going?” when they got in the car, and Reggie said, “Mmhmm!” all high-pitched and obvious, and then never elaborated, and so trying to make other conversation seems rude. He just gives directions, and hums along to the radio, and Ray drives them to the cemetery where Reggie’s pre-ghost body may or may not be buried.

That’s the weirdest part of all of this. Not the mail theft or the bike shop or the idea that Reggie’s parents might have put him somewhere other than the Peters Family plot in Orange County where his grandparents and Great Aunt Barb are buried, but the fact that there is a body, very much dead and scientifically identifiable as his, lying under six feet of dirt somewhere.

He has a body. Now, currently, in most ways even an alive one. And yeah, he’s worked pretty damn hard to get this one, but it still feels really weird that there’s just another one… out there.

“Reggie?” Ray asks as he slows the car along the gravel driveway of the cemetery. “What…?”

He doesn’t finish his question, which is probably a good thing because Reggie’s not sure he has an answer. “Could you…?” he asks instead, staring down at his hands in his lap so he won’t have to look Ray in the eye. “Um. Would you maybe mind going in there and asking if… or, uh, where…”

He trails off, unable to finish his own question either.

Ray makes a soft sound, somewhere between a hum and a sigh, and nods once before giving Reggie a comforting pat on the knee and getting out of the car.

He’s in there a long time. Long enough for Reggie to get all squirmy and start to feel bad for dragging him into this.

He can only imagine the conversation going on in there: Hi, can you please point me to the grave of a seventeen-year-old who died twenty-five years ago? No, no, I’m not related to him, nor do I have any legitimate connection to him that I can offer you as an explanation for why I’m asking. Please do not ask any follow-up questions.

Jeez. What was Reggie even thinking bringing Ray all the way out here, just on a hunch? As soon as he gets back to the car, Reggie should just tell him to take them back home.

But it’s only a few minutes later that the office door opens and Ray emerges, a piece of paper in one hand. He shakes hands with an older white guy— the manager, Reggie guesses, or whatever the term is for people in charge of the little office at a cemetery— and then heads back over to Reggie.

He gets back in the car, shuts the door, and sits heavily in the driver’s seat without buckling his seat belt or shifting the car out of park. Reggie opens his mouth to say something, closes it again. Shifts uncomfortably in his seat.

Ray hands him the piece of paper. “You tell me what you wanna do, mijo.”

It’s a list— of names and plots, next to a handy-dandy little map of the cemetery. Three are highlighted— Reginald Peters. Alexander Mercer. Lucas Patterson.

Reggie shivers, the edges of the paper crinkling in his tight grip. “These are… Jeez. We’re all here?”

“Seems so.” Ray puts a comforting hand on his shoulder. “It was sort of a long shot, but I figured I’d ask while I was in there.”

Reggie stares at his name— at his friends’ names— just three lines on a list of ghosts.

He points at the plot number next to his name. “Guess we’re going here then?”

It’s not a far walk. Reggie leads the way, squinting at the map, while Ray follows politely behind. Ray doesn’t berate him or even comment when they get lost, and Reggie only gets them lost three and a half times. Eventually, they find it: a modest tombstone in a far corner of the graveyard, neatly kept with a still-fresh bouquet of lilies propped up against it.

The tombstone reads:

Reginald Alastair Peters

August 18, 1977– July 22, 1995

Beloved Son

Loving Brother

Cherished Bandmate

“Oh,” Reggie whispers, reaching out a tentative hand to touch the last line of lettering. He can’t imagine his parents choosing to spend extra money on that particular engraving, not without some serious coercion, but the only other option is…

“Someone’s been here recently,” Ray says, voice reverent and yet too loud, all of a sudden, in the otherwise silence. He reaches around Reggie to pick up the flowers and place them gently atop the headstone. “So your parents might still live nearby.”

“Maybe,” Reggie whispers, though he highly doubts his parents had anything to do with the bouquet. With effort, he tears his gaze away from his grave and down to the map in his hands. “Um. Can we–?”

He cuts off, swallowing against the lump in his throat, and instead points wordlessly at the plot numbers for his two best friends.

“Of course.” Ray puts a hand on his shoulder– warm, solid, reassuring– and takes the map with the other. “May I?”

Reggie lets it go with relief and wipes his sweaty hands on his pants. The walk between graves will give him a good chance to clear his head, and he’s way too distracted to follow a map without getting them lost way more than three and a half times.

But Ray only takes a few steps before he stops and frowns down at the map. He looks up again, turns a slow circle, and walks just a few feet before stopping again, the map falling to his side. “Oh. Well.”

Reggie goes to see what he’s looking at, and his breath catches in his throat.

There’s a good bit of space between them, but the next tombstone over from Reggie’s belongs to Alex. He continues down the line, and sure enough, the next one down from that is Luke’s.

They’re all distinctly different– Luke’s is the biggest of the three, Alex’s has a Bible quote snaked along the side– but they’re all adorned with fresh flowers, and they all have the same phrase tacked onto the end of their epitaphs:

Cherished Bandmate.

A cold feeling seeps through Reggie’s bones, not unlike the time he and Luke were playing hide and seek and he won by curling up inside the refrigerator.

“I think I wanna go home now,” Reggie says slowly, feeling shivery and stuck and ghostly in the worst way as he stands at the point of the triangle of his and his best friends’ graves.

“Of course,” Ray says, his voice muffled like he’s speaking through water or from very far away. “I’ll go get the car.”

But Reggie’s already poofed out.

***

He doesn’t intend to bring it up again. Because he’s not entirely sure Luke and Alex would want to know. And the last thing he wants to do is assume his friends are at the same place on the same journey regarding their life, death, and rebirth as he is.

He doesn’t want to hurt their feelings if he’s wrong about his theory. He doesn’t want to make them sad if he’s right.

But apparently Reggie’s not as good at concealing his own feelings as he’d like to think– even though Ray doesn’t say anything, and Julie at least seems convinced by Reggie’s “we were running errands” story, less than two days has gone by when she informs him that the jig is, in fact, up.

He’s sitting cross-legged on the couch in the studio, eating a bowl of mint chocolate chip ice cream very slowly because Ray made him promise he wouldn’t drip any on the sofa cushions.

Alex is out skateboarding with Willie. Luke is out “chaperoning” (read: mooching off of) Carlos and his friends’ laser tag party. Julie was ostensibly doing homework, which is why Reggie had taken his ice cream out to the garage, but now the doors open and Julie bounds in to join him, plopping next to him on the couch with a warm (if slightly mischievous) smile.

“Hey there, you,” she says expressively, poking him in the arm.

Reggie blinks, slowly drawing the spoon out of his mouth. “Hi, Julie.”

“We both know I’m not very good at beating around the bush,” she says, hands in her lap, “so I’m just gonna cut to the chase. The boys tell me you’re sad, and while at first I tried to convince them that maybe just not everyone thinks the 2002 Scooby-Doo movie is as funny as they do and that’s why you were a little quiet during movie night, the more I thought about it the more I agreed that you haven’t been your usual amazing chipper self… lately… So, uh. You know. You know you can talk to me about anything, right?”

“I know,” Reggie says, nodding, because he does know, and clutches his bowl of ice cream to his chest for some comfort. “I, um… I’m not… sad, I just… Okay, so you know how your dad and I ran some errands the other day and I came back early because I didn’t wanna have to listen to his sad Dad Rock the whole drive home and he didn’t have a single good CD in the car?”

Julie nods.

“Well, I actually sorta made all that up. We went to see where the guys and I are buried.”

Julie’s face falls, her eyes going wide. “Oh. Wow.”

“And I didn’t say anything,” Reggie continues, “because I didn’t really know how I felt about it yet. And I didn’t know how Luke and Alex would feel. I didn’t know if they’d wanna know.”

“Of course we would, bro.”

Reggie felt the spark alighting in his chest a split second before Luke spoke, so the sudden arrival of his friends doesn’t startle him. He ducks his chin, staring into his ice cream so he doesn’t have to see if they’re mad at him.

“Reggie…” Julie puts a hand on his knee. “You didn’t do anything wrong– this is a really complicated situation to navigate. It’s just… we didn’t even know you were looking.”

“I wasn’t,” Reggie promises, but he doesn’t know how to explain himself beyond that. He sets his bowl down on the coffee table and slowly raises his eyes to meet his friends’ gazes. “We’re all together. The three of us, our– we’re not buried with our families.”

Luke’s and Alex’s faces go through several expressions before settling on twin looks of determination. “Good,” Luke says. “That’s how it should be.”

“Will you go back with us?” Alex asks. “Take a look all together?”

In the moment that Reggie hesitates, Julie takes his hand in hers and gives it a warm, reassuring squeeze.

Reggie takes a deep breath, feeling it whistle through live, healthy lungs, and reaches out his other hand. Luke takes it and offers his hand to Alex, who joins hands with Luke and Julie to complete the circle. When the ghosts who aren’t quite ghosts anymore poof out, they carry Julie with them, until all four members of Julie and the Phantoms stand solemn but supported in front of Reggie’s grave.

They take it in. The epitaph. The flowers, a bit crumpled from yesterday’s rain but nowhere near wilting. The edge of Alex’s headstone just visible in their peripheral vision, and Luke’s just beyond it.

“We are all together,” Alex says in awe.

Luke shakes his head. “Why would our parents–?”

A voice behind them says, “I insisted.”

They spin around. Reggie didn’t hear anyone approaching, and yet standing just a few feet back, dark sunglasses obscuring his expression, is Trevor Wilson, three bunches of fresh wildflowers tucked in the crook of his arm.

He nods toward the grave behind them. “They were gonna take you halfway across the state, and the Mercers wanted Alex cremated, and I wasn’t even invited to the funerals but I pitched a fit. Told them I’d pay for everything– the plots, the services, the upkeep– if only they’d keep you all… intact. And together.”

Reggie’s heart does an Olympics-worthy gymnastics routine inside his chest. “You added the bandmate line?” he guesses.

Trevor shrugs a little sheepishly. “I snuck it in on the paperwork. Don’t think Luke’s dad ever forgave me.”

“Yeah, well, my dad can–” Luke starts to say, and then trails off, shoving his hands in his pockets so it’s a little less obvious that they’re curled into fists. His voice is strained but sincere when he says, “Thanks, Bobby. For doing all that.”

“It’s the least I could do.”

With some hesitation, Trevor steps forward and past them, to lay one bouquet at the foot of Reggie’s headstone.

It feels right, for them all to be there together, paying homage to the people they once were.

Reggie’s glad he found this place, even if it was sort of an accident.

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