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It’s EVERYWHERE!

Get used to it!

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Must. Reblog.

Are fedoras really that bad?

YES YES THEY ARE

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Every single odd number has an “e” in it.

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this morning NASA abandoned their mars rover Opportunity (aka Oppy) because it (she) got hit by a storm on Mars and it knocked her camera and wheels out and her last words to the team were “my battery is low and it is getting cold”. I know she’s a machine but I’m devastated. Oppy is the one who discovered water on Mars. RIP oppy ily space baby

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y’all… u dont understand how much writing in the tags of someone’s creation means to them.. whether it’s fanart, a graphic, fanfic..,, there’s a 99% chance that person looks through their tags and a single opinionated comment in the tags can rlly brighten their day it’s just a rlly wonderful thing to see

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The Prologue is aLSO good; gahh how are u so great at writing Ashe--

Well, when Ashe came out I instantly had a (huge) crush on her, and I was instantly intrigued with her origins and her attitude. I must’ve watched the shorts about 20 times. I also play her on Overwatch pretty much everytime she isn’t selected yet so that I can understand her weapons, her voice lines based on characters around her, etc. Plus playing as Ashe is a hell of a lot of fun! So, I decided one night while I was making plans to edit my Reaper fanfiction to also make a story for Ashe. There isn’t a lot of Ashe x Reader on here either I realized, so it only encouraged me further 😊

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I read Sugarbean Ch.1 and I already love it;;

Thank you; I’m so glad! There’s a prologue as well if you haven’t read it yet ❤️ Chapter two will be out tomorrow!

-Mak 😊

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Sugarbean -- Chapter One

It had been a week since your meeting with Ashe, and you still couldn’t get her out of your head. Work for you had been rather slow this past week due to two of your usual clients being either incarcerated or dead, and you were back up north, residing in New York state once more. You lived in a fairly large city; It wasn’t New York City, but it was second in size -- Buffalo, New York. It might as well have been NYC considering the hustle and bustle of the two cities were quite alike, as were the crime rates. Currently, you were nestled by the fireplace in your small apartment, lounging casually. Sure, you could definitely afford a mansion with all the cash you made in weapons dealing, but you preferred this adorable apartment and staying low. You were on the phone with a dear childhood friend who you had met at the best orphanage you had resided in, Marianna. (A/N: If you’ve ever read my reaper x reader, you will know exactly who she is)

“How was that trip down south to Deadlock Gorge?” Marianna asked knowingly.

“Hot,” You mumbled with a scoff as you unconsciously began to rub the beautiful necklace she had gotten you and B.O.B had been the one to give to you. “How’s Italy? Beautiful like always?”

“You know it; Although, it has definitely been a weird trip. So much has happened; I really cannot wait to see you and tell you everything at the annual reunion! You’re coming in this year, right?”

“Of course! That orphanage has been my home since I was 13; I wouldn’t miss reunion week for the world.” You replied as you smiled.

“Great! Anyways, how did the cowgirl casanova look?” Marianna said slyly.

You moved your hand to your chest in a mock dramatic gesture. “Finer than a bottle of wine!” You declared, causing Marianna to giggle.

“I don’t get why you two aren’t a thing yet; Just make a move!” She chided you through laughs, totally serious even though her tone was full of laughter.

You sighed in embarrassment. “You know I can’t! You remember our rule?”

“(Y/N)! That rule doesn’t apply if you like a cowgirl! There are no rules when it comes to cowgirls — She’s a modern day outlaw.”

You sighed, biting your lip. Maybe you should make a small mov-, no! What if she totally disregarded how you felt? You would be so damn embarressed! What if she wasn’t even in to females? “I don’t even think she’s into females.”

Marianna could be hear scoffing over the phone. “Oh no, she definitely swings the female way. Back when her and my brother Jesse were close, she told him all she fancied was girls.”

“Elizabeth Caledonia Ashe did not say fancy.” You replied in disbelief.

“You don’t know her backstory at all, do you?”

“Do... do you?”

“Jesse simply told me she was rich; Like — My grandmother’s level rich. Filthy rich.”

You thought on that for a moment. Well, it would certainly explain how she’s able to afford the weapons you sell. You were one of the most expensive dealers around because you dealt with high end clients. You never really thought of where they money came from; It dawned on you, she must’ve been pretty wealthy for the amount she could buy at a time. Which made her even more powerful in your head. You had always focused on just Ashe, never about where her money was from. “I hadn’t thought about that.”

“Because you were too busy thinking about her ass.”

You scoffed, “No... well once, but no! I was thinking about her eyes to be honest.”

“... You sound as sappy as my sister gets over her girlfriend; It makes me want to chug vodka until it drowns out you two.”

You smiled, “Hey, Marisol got her girl; Knowing Marisol she’s probably as sweet as pie. She’s ahead of me by a few steps.”

Marianna sighed, “Yeah, actually her girl is a hacker for Talon. So sweet as pie my ass. You two have always had this thing for someone screaming the word Badass.”

You couldn’t help but snigger. “Can’t wait til someone bad comes your way.”

“I’d like to see them try.” Marianna sighed. “Well, I gotta go. See you at the reunion?”

“Unless I’m wherever you are before then.”

“Pretty sure you won’t be wherever Talon Headquarters are, heh. But hey, I will be back and forth between there and my lab on the Lunar Colony! Come take a trip to the moon, maybe? I have some new gadgets of mine for you to inspect and sell,”

You nodded, sitting up from the couch as your other phone gave off a sound to notify you of a text message. That was your “business” phone. “Sounds like a plan; Just text me when you’re about to leave a few hours in advance and come scoop me up!”

“Okay! Ciao!”

“See ya!”

The two of you hung up as you picked up your other phone to see “ASHE DG” pop up. You practically almost dropped your phone from momentarily jumping for joy.

Oh!

OH!

It was her, and so soon!

“She must’ve really went through those new bombs quick.” You mumbled aloud as your heart rate calmed somewhat.

With a quick sigh, you unlocked your phone and read the text message.

Ashe 5:08 p.m. : Hey Sugarbean~

You 5:09 p.m. : I didn’t expect to hear from you so soon, Ashe. How can I help you?

You sent the text with a deep breath. You really had to stop acting like this with Ashe, you just had to! It was making you so vulnerable with your emotions, and heaven forbid she died or something! You’d be such a mess!

Soon, the notification went off again, and you quickly read the message.

Ashe 5:11 p.m. : Maybe I missed ya, darlin’. Just texting because I have a special proposition for you.

Typing a response, you raised an eyebrow as you mumbled the response aloud.

You 5:13 p.m. : Ha ha, very funny Ashe. What’s the proposition?

Ashe 5:16 p.m. : The boys and I are having a little New Year’s Eve bash. B.O.B wants you to come and I wanted to talk to you about looking into some more of those modified weapons; I’ve got the first stick-up of the year planned as somethin’ special.

A New Year’s Eve party, eh? Well, honestly, you didn’t see a reason to refuse. Go to the party, find out what Ashe wants specifically, go to the Lunar Colony to ask Marianna to build it, and then go for reunion week. It actually worked out perfectly — it was a win-win in your mind.

You 5:20 p.m.: Sounds good to me! Where’s the party going to be?

You held your breath for the response, impatient at best as you waited for the details to arrive to your phone.

Ashe 5:25 p.m.: At my ranch, which I just remembered you haven’t been to yet, Sugarbean. It’s in South Carolina, and one of the many spots I own. It’s very big and pretty hard to miss; the Desert Rose Manor. I’ll have B.O.B send you the location.

You sucked in a breath. “Wow, she really is that rich.” You said softly, biting your lip. Oh, man! You figured you had no shot in hell with Ashe.

You 5:27 p.m.: Alright, see you then!

Meanwhile, in one of the various places Ashe owned somewhere near Route 66, Ashe grinned wildly at her phone as her men stared to her in anticipation. “Did ya ask her boss?!” Charlie whispered anxiously. They all just had to know, y’know? Even B.O.B had sat down for this: everyone was trying to anticipate how the situation would turn out. This could either be very good, or very bad. If you said no, Ashe would be sad as all hell and hide it under anger she would lash at everyone else. If you said yes, you’d be practically answering the guys’ prayers for Ashe to be in a good mood before going back to the fierce leader she was in the morning.

Ashe looked up as she recieved your last text, placing her phone down and looking to her gang. “Bring on the liquor boys; Suagrbean said yes.”

Cheers errupted as B.O.B clapped for his master before walking up to her and tilting his head as if he had something to show Ashe. Ashe knew that look and gave a small pout. “Is it bad?”

The robot shook his head no and turned to walk into another room, away from the loud sounds or riled men and bottles popping open. Ashe followed and closed the door behind her. “What is it?”

B.O.B pressed his arm a few times until a voice capture popped up labled (Y/N). Ashe’s eyes widened. “B.O.B, did you... did you put a mic in the necklace?”

B.O.B stared at his human. Was it not clear for his mistress? Perhaps he had overstepped a bit, but he just hated seeing her miserable and longing for you. Especially when he could tell you felt the same. He swore to God, humans were weird.

Ashe smirked, “B.O.B, you absolute sneaky devil! I love ya! What’d she say?”

Lo and behold, B.O.B had set the mic to capture when Ashe’s name was brought up as well as Deadlock Gorge. B.O.B had your whole phone call with Marianna recorded and he played it back for Ashe until she blushed a bit with wide eyes. You hadn’t known she was rich from the jump, and didn’t even care? You weren’t afraid of who she was, just of the heartbreak of her denying you? You were just as afriad to screw this whole thing up as she was? You got lost in her eyes like she found herself getting lost in your own (e/c) orbs?

This changed everything. There was no more playing games now.

Ashe was going to have you.

And nobody else would.

Not ever.

“Thanks B.O.B, really. You always know just what to do to wake me up.”

B.O.B nodded and gestured back to the gang as if to ask Ashe if she’d like to go back in.

Ashe thought about it, before shaking her head as she crossed her arms. “Nah, not really thinking about drinking right now. What if I drunk text? I might send a nude to my Sugarbean and as much as I know now she’d enjoy it...that’d be a dumb move. Come on now, I don’t want her to think it was a drunken decision. I will win her over by being a gentlewoman to my Sugarbean. I might be a lot of things, but you didn’t raise a complete heathen.”

Ashe smirked, fixing her hat as she looked out of the large windows and down upon Route 66. “I am one hell of a winner though, and I know exactly how to play this card you’ve just dealt me.”

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Sugarbean -- Prologue

A/N: Okay, here it is; my Ashe x Reader story! I thought about skipping this prologue all together, but I simply couldn’t. I just felt like given the context of this story, there was no way I couldn’t include this. I hope you guys enjoy! Lord knows I love me some Elizabeth Caledonia Ashe~

You didn’t know what it was that drove you to her; Her devilishly good looks, her confident demeanor, or maybe it was the sound of her voice. She was unexpected -- a breath of fresh air in comparison to all of the criminals you had seen and dealt with as a weapons dealer.

She was bold.

She was fire.

She was Ashe. 

Elizabeth Caledonia Ashe, to be specific.

And you pined for her like a man in the hot desert searching for water, not that you let it show. Firstly, you had a rule that you’d never mix business and personal. Secondly... well, you wouldn’t even know where to begin with a woman as powerful as her. Sure, you were confident, clever, and cunning. You wouldn’t have made it in this business if you weren’t, and you knew that. Being an orphan on the run as a kid, you learned the tricks of the trade quite early. You met a few important people, made a few important connections, and even had a code name to cover your tracks: Bella Bombshell

Corny? Maybe; for safety purposes, nobody had the pleasure of knowing your name. 

“Sugarbean, right on time~.��� A sultry, Southern accent purred in your ear, causing you to snap out of your thoughts and face the ruby red eyes you saw in your dreams often.

“Like always, Ashe.” You replied simply, crossing your arms as you leaned against the crates on the back of your craft, rolling your eyes at her nickname for you, even though secretly you adored the pet name. 

Ugh, she was standing so close to you. Why? Why did she do that? Her scent of gunpowder and perfume drove you nuts. It was absolutely intoxicating, it made everything so much harder to focus on.

“So,” Ashe drawled softly. “What do you got in stock?”

You turned to pop open one of the crates, standing back for her to get a view as she examined everything over. “A couple of favorites, a couple of new oddities I’ve come across in the Black Market. My recommended oddity is the Napalm Z bomb. It’s more advanced than the Napalm B, and twice as modified. I’ve heard it makes quite a boom.”

“Oh Sugarbean, do you ever know what I like to hear~.” Ashe purred as she looked over the bomb you had spoken about. “How many you got in stock, and how many a piece? Your recommendations have yet to fail me.” 

“I’ve got ten for now, but I can get more when those are gone. I’d say maybe a grand a piece.” You spoke, your exterior calm considering the fact that your heart just almost leaped out of your chest. 

If she only knew how much her admitting to that pleased you; there was a faint blush dusting your cheeks that didn’t go unnoticed by a few members of her gang. “Aw boss, I think the’s blushing.” One of them piped up with a cackle.

Damn it!

You glared over at him, (e/c) orbs like ice. Ashe looked over too, her ruby orbs burning holes into his head as she smirked, causing his cackles to cease. “Wanna run that by me again, Joshua?”

“N-No, ma’am!”

“I thought so, you little shit.” She growled out before turning to you with her teasing smile. “I do see a little blush though~.”

“We’re in the middle of the desert; I don’t handle heat well.” You commented, placing your hands on your hips. 

“Ah right; I keep forgetting you mostly run your operations up in New York. You’re used to the cold.” Ashe responded, hiding her own disappointment with that. How much longer was she going to have to play cat and mouse with you? 

Truth was, unbeknownst to you, Ashe liked you too. A hell of a lot actually. Ashe just didn’t want to jump the gun with it and ruin her business with her best (and now only) weapons dealer. Ashe had to figure out another way to develop a  relationship with you. She knew Bella Bombshell was a pseudonym, that’s why she called you Sugarbean. Ashe wanted to know you better; she just needed a plan on how exactly to do so. She could see the rough and lonely past in your eyes -- it reminded her of her own lonely upbringing. The only one who knew of these feelings for you was her gang and B.O.B, naturally. Ashe just made sure they kept their fucking mouths shut. Now, because of that little shit Joshua, Ashe was embarrassed, and so was her sugarbean more than likely. She’d give him a swift ass-kicking later for that one.

“B.O.B, grab the crates with the Napalm Z bombs in them and give our sugarbean her pay; I almost forgot we have a raid tonight, boys. We gotta be on our way.” 

B.O.B came forward and blinked at Ashe, knowing exactly how Ashe and the pretty lady dubbed “Sugarbean” were feeling. Humans were weird. He’d never understand them.

You smiled and waved kindly to B.O.B. He was your favorite of the Deadlock Gang, always bringing you something nice whenever you met up with them to sell. (You had no idea he gave you these things because Ashe said she’d thought you’d like them.) The bot waved back to you, handing you the bag of cash after counting it out along with a smaller bag. You smiled softly, “Aw B.O.B, you and your gifts.” 

Taking the money bag, and then taking the smaller bag, you peaked inside to see a beautiful ruby necklace. It was the color of Ashe’s eyes, you thought, smiling as you slipped it on around your neck. “Thank you so much, B.O.B, it’s absolutely beautiful.”

The bot nodded and proceeded to loading the crates onto the Deadlock payload craft. You touched the necklace, adjusting it to hang above your bosom, causing Ashe to stare intently at your chest. 

It looked just right, hanging there, accenting your cleavage. Now, it was her time to hide her subtle blush. Turning, toward her men, she barked out. “Alright! Time to move on out!”

You watched as they quickly boarded, Ashe climbing onto her red hover bike as she winked at you. “Til next time Sugarbean~.”

“Always, Ashe.”

You watched as they road off into the distance and back onto Route 66, a sigh escaping your lips as you softly mumbled. “Always...,”

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Ah, lemons... and limes... *sips coffee quietly*

we’re going to have to call smut ‘lemons’ again, aren’t we? 

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I feel personally targeted

that Writer Mood when you squint and glare at a sentence because something’s not right but you don’t know what

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Revisions & New Stories

I am back once again 😂 Dont you guys just LOVE these little moments I decide to pop up with good news?

Anyways, down to business. After speaking to a few beta readers Ive come into contact with, I could not help but agree that I rushed the series “Reyes’ Widow/ Reaper’s Wife”. SOOOOOO, I will be revising and revisioning the story! The plot won’t change much... but I see a couple of ways I could improve the story thus far for you guys ❤️ I will post when a revision had been made to make you guys aware.

Also in other news... anyone else REALLY loving Elizabeth “Caledonia” Ashe? Because I am; SOOOO, Im in the process of writing chapter one of an Ashe x Reader series!

If you guys have any questions or concerns, message me or ask and I promise I will answer.

Much love,

Ken

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This pretty much sums up my crippling anxiety and why I take forever to update or put anything new on here; Thanks Tumblr! 💀

me when im working on something: oh i am so fucking genius,

me looking at the completed work: absolute fucking garbage who allowed my hands to make this

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When Steven Universe makes a sudden comeback after months of hiatus.

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Reye’s Widow/ Reaper’s Wife Chapter 7

A/N: I know I said this would be up last night, but editing and proof-reading took much longer than I had anticipated! SO, I hope you guys can forgive me and I hope you enjoy this chapter! WARNING: This chapter does have some highly suggestive sections, please don’t read further if that will bother you.

You really had almost forgotten just how old you and Gabriel were, and where you were, but neither of those factors mattered to you as you were pressed against the wall within the shadows, the kisses you two were exchanging growing much more messier and needy. His gloved hands were roaming your hips and thighs as Gabriel held you up, sliding your gown out of his way before removing one of those gloves with his teeth. Ugh, the smirk he gave after dropping the glove could’ve turned you into a puddle!

Were you really about to do this? I mean, the two of you had fucked in a lot more riskier places, but you two weren’t parents then, and you just felt so bashful  acting like two horny teenagers with your husband.

“You’re wet already, amor~,” He commented teasingly, his un-gloved hand teasing you through your panties, causing you to writhe under the wraith.

“Ugh, Gabe, don’t be a tease~!” You breathed out.

“But it’s so fun feeling you squirm~,” Gabriel purred huskily.

Y’know what? Yes. You were absolutely about to do this. 

That was... until your phone vibrated and began to do the emergency ringtone for Marianna’s contact.

You immediately placed your hands to Gabe’s chest, his fingers halting their attempt to pull your panties aside as you spoke. “It’s Anna’s emergency ringtone.” 

You two stared at each other for a minute before he let you down to grab your phone. You quickly picked up the phone off of the ground and answered. “Anna,”

“Mom.” Anna’s voice responded, her tone calm, yet serious. “We have a visitor.”

“A visitor?” You questioned aloud, causing Gabriel to look back at you as he placed his mask back on. 

“Dr .O’Deorain.”

Oh hell no. You narrowed your eyes and scoffed. Of course; Of fucking course she’d be the one cockblocking you. “We’re on our way.”

“See you soon Mom, love you.”

“Love you too.” You replied before hanging up the phone.

Gabriel and you stood in silence for a minute as your readjusted your gown and panties, before your finally spoke. “Moira.”

Gabriel narrowed his eyes from behind his mask. “Moira?”

“She must’ve found a way to locate you and Olivia.”

“I’ll handle her.” Was the quick response you received, the tone of agitation in his voice matching your own tone as he wrapped his arms around you once more.

“You’d better, because if I have to handle her, Talon will have one less member as will the Prestigious in Oasis.” You warned.

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It didn’t take long for the two of you to arrive back at the estate and enter the villa. You arrived to a scene where the tension was suffocating; Your daughters and Olivia sat on one couch in a corner of the room, your mother and Moira sitting at a table in the opposite corner of the room, both having a cup of tea. You could tell your mother and Moira were having some sort of glaring contest, both of the women keeping face even though their eyes showed nothing but disdain toward each other. 

Gabriel was the first to break the silence. “Moira, what are you doing here?”

Moira smirked and stirred her tea as she glanced up to Gabriel. “Oh, me? I just came to see what exactly was so important that you and Sombra couldn’t tell anyone about it before leaving Headquarters.”

“My business is none of your concern.” Gabriel growled in annoyance, his voice taking on the raspier tone of the wraith as his agitation grew.

“Oh darling, of course it is. I have to keep a watch on your wraith levels and whatnot -- what you do is always my business. What a cute little family you have; The twins are interesting to say the least. I see a lot of you in them. Are you ready to leave yet? I grow bored as my tea grows cold.”

You glanced to your daughters, especially Marisol, who looked like she was ready to snap a quick remark back, but Marianna had covered her mouth and quietly mouthed. “Sol, no.”

You were getting beyond fed up at this point, as Gabriel had gone silent, clearly calculating the next thing he was going to say. That was the issue with Moira; everyone danced around what to say to her because Moira’s high intelligence and lack of morals is what made her so dangerous. 

But you were just as dangerous as she was; and you had been itching for the day you’d see her again because you were done with the intimidation her status had on a lot of people. “Well if you grow bored Moira, I’m sure you know where the door is. You can happily walk yourself out of it now that you know where my husband and my future daughter-in-law are.”

You didn’t know who was more surprised; the girls, the Reaper, or your mother. Still, you didn’t have time much to focus on that as Moira slowly stood, her eyes narrowing as she smirked and placed her arms behind her back. “Ah, (Y/N). How nice to see you again.” She drawled out, the fake sincerity dripping from each word she spoke.

“Let’s skip the pleasantries; We are so far past that.” You replied, waving your hand dismissively. “And, you can just call me Mrs. Reyes.”

Olivia looked as if she was about to have a heart attack when Moira’s eyes narrowed sharply, looking at you before looking to Marisol and whispering. “Your mother has the biggest metaphorical balls I’ve ever seen.”

Moira cocked her head to the side a little, beginning to fail at concealing her anger. “Of course, of course. I almost forgot, Gabriel never signed the separation papers you served him.”

“I’m sure you were far too busy torturing a poor animal with your experiments to pay attention to Gabriel and I’s marriage.”

Oh -- That comment definitely got to her, because her voice dropped an octave. “Quite.”

It was at this point, Gabriel felt the need to step into the conversation again with Moira. “Sombra and I will be back to Headquarters by the end of the week. Let Akande know we’ll be bringing guests.”

“Guests?” Moira repeated, then laughed. “Don’t honestly tell me you’re planning on moving them to Headquarters.”

“Of course not. That would have to be their choice to move into Headquarters,  but they will be able to stay there whenever they want.”

“You’re joking right?” Moira deadpanned.

“No. Now that I know my wife is alive and that I have two daughters, I’m going to be there for them as much as I possibly can, and as much as they will allow me to be. Besides, Sol is an assassin herself, and Anna is a geneticist and technologist. Should they ever choose to help Talon in anyway, I know for a fact Akande would be ecstatic to have them around and I know they can protect themselves should anything go wrong.”

Your mother soon spoke up as well, “I think it’s also worth mentioning, Akande has been trying to get a contract with me for years now to see if Talon can enter some of their younger assassins into the Academy I run coincide with the Orphanage. I’d love a tour of Talon’s Headquarters before he and I discuss business. Also, I’d have to bring (Y/N) and the girls along; The Academy and Orphanage are passed down in our wills from generation to generation along with the majority of our properties across the Earth and the one property we have on the moon.”

The room went quiet as Moira seemed to think. The last thing she wanted to do was deal with seeing you around often -- She wanted you frozen again. Of course... you being at headquarters often could work more in her favor. She’d figure out a way to rid of you again; She just needed the time. If you and Gabriel were busy being happy and indulging in each other, it could be enough of a distraction so that she could put her plans together uninterrupted. 

Moira soon made her way toward the door as she spoke. “Well, if that is what you wish, I’ll go see to it that everything is set up for when you two arrive back with your guests. I do have to get back now -- science never waits, and I’d hate to fall behind in Oasis.”

The hacker narrowed her eyes as she held Marisol tighter. She had a feeling that Moira was up to absolutely nothing good by how quick she just folded. What was Moira up to? Olivia would just have to dig around later. 

“Have a safe trip, Dr. O’Deorain.” Your mother called out as Moira left, her voice that sickeningly sweet she always used as she stood and placed her hands on her hips, before turning to you. “You pissed her off royally with that experiment comment.”

“I enjoyed doing so.” You casually replied back with a shrug.

Your mother glanced to the large clock she had hanging over the fireplace as it chimed. “Well, it’s 3 a.m., and I think we’re all just about ready to retire for the evening. We will debrief the mission tomorrow at noon since it’s so late. Goodnight everyone. Oh and (Y/N), I’m sure everyone would appreciate if you and Gabriel would activate a sound cancelling device for the night so that we can’t hear you two. And no more kids.”

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I'm glad youre back my dude 😊

I am too; I missed Tumblr so much! Sorry it took me a bit to reply to this, wrapping up the next chapter and proof-reading before I post!

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I’m posting these to my Tumblr in case I ever happen to lose any of these photos I took. I am absolutely obsessed with the sunrise and sunset. I can always take a step back and calm mysef looking at these photos by remembering the serenity I felt when I took them. Anyone else like that?