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SLOANE CAMPBELL; 34. Owner of Sloane's Beauty House. there is always a RAINBOW at the end of the s t o r m. the storm is simply a b u m p. there is always r e l i e f and BEAUTY to be h a d .

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MEET SLOANE KATHERINE CAMPBELL;

Age/Birthday: 34. October 28th, 1987

Zodiac: Scorpio

Gender/Pronouns: Female. She/Her.

Birthplace: Upper East Side, New York City, New York

Profession: Owner and stylist at Sloane's Beauty House.

Sexual Orientation: Pansexual

Relationship Status: Divorced

Faceclaim: Hilary Duff

AESTHETICS

Warm sunrise mornings, coffee and creamer streaming together, sugar and spice, the rainbow after the rain, sunshine, the bounce of beautifully cut and healthy hair, pink lights, Malibu Barbie, toes in sand and waves crashing.

HEADCANONS

tw car accident, substance mention, miscarry mention, pregnancy.

She was born in the upper east side of New York City, but has a personal connection to Colorado, as that is where her mother was born and raised. She found herself visiting Colorado quite a lot during her childhood for that. 

From the age of 10 to 22, she would come to act, model, and sing, launching herself into stardom at a very young age, and for this, she paid the price most young performers do. Falling into the wrong crowds, she’d find herself addicted to substance well out of her understanding. As well as a bad girl, who went by the name of Rosie. The relationship ended badly, when they were in a car accident, and the car flipped, injuring Sloane badly, and killing Rosie.

She would go on to rehab after this, leaving the limelight, and getting her life together as best as she could. This is also when she’d come to move to Providence Peak, Colorado, and find a new found passion in cosmology. First, hair, and would go on to get her license in said area. But then would find interest in that of make up, and nails-- in which she also studied the arts of, becoming a professional in both as well.

She is a ciswoman pansexual, and can not stand when people invalidate her sexuality. 

At 27 she would come to meet the woman who would become her wife, a short 4 years of bliss would end quite unpleasantly when it’d come to be found out that she had been cheated on. Made worse by the fact that she had just gotten pregnant with the couples first child. She tried to forgive and move forward, but at 4 months, she lost their child, and was unable to forgive; filing for divorce. 

Around the same age of 27, Sloane would put into motion a dream project of hers. A beauty salon. One that included all services; hair, make up, tanning, nails, and spa packages. It was truly a place where anyone could come and pamper themselves like the queen, kings or non-binary royalty they were.

The divorce recently became final, 8 weeks ago, not only would she remember that exact time line for the bittersweet ending of her marriage, but also, because she'd just find out that she is 8 weeks pregnant. Surprising for many reasons, as she had such a hard time conceiving her last pregnancy, that tragically ended 10 months ago, but also the fact, that the father of his one had been one of her closest friends, who was simply comforting her at the time. 

extra little notes;

She is a published author, as she has wrote a book on her life as a child star, and behind the scenes of the industry. It was a best seller.

She also has a strong presences on social media, from youtube, to Instagram. People seem to be interested in keeping up with a favorite child star of theirs from the past. Although, Sloane is adamant on nothing returning to that level of stardom again.

She can sing, as she was a child model, actress, and singer, but she'll simply only sing for fun now.

Is an artist as well.

Has an older brother, and a younger sister. Is the middle child. She is close to her family, and they all seem to have a good bond with one another.

She modeled the name, and a good chunk of the design of her salon after Barbie's Dream house. As she was often referred to as a Barbie, and that was a nickname of hers from her grandfather.

WANTED CONNECTIONS: (I'll more then likely do a more detailed page later<3)

Friends. She's extremely friendly, and kind. Very warm to be around.

Best Friends/Extremely Close Friends. I would absolutely love to have a best friend or two for her, almost like sisters. or Siblings. She could've known them forever. She has been in and out of Colorado all her life, and she has traveled as well.

Former Fans. People who know of her career as a child star.

Clients. Her salon offers hair cuts/styling/color, nails, tanning, spa packages, and make up services. She has extremely talented staff, and it's rare for there to be an unhappy customer.

Employees.

Friends/family of her ex-wife.

The father of her child. She just recently found out she was pregnant. I envision this is a friend of hers, and she seeked comfort in him, and now she's 8 weeks along.

literally anything. EVERYTHING. I JUST LOVE PLOTS LOL

PINTEREST

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---- BENNETT MILLER;

What Sloane didn’t know was that nothing was perfect, even if it seemed that way. While he and Alicia had a good track record of togetherness, not even a year ago, everything had nearly fallen apart. It was a time in their lives that he tried not to overthink; that he didn’t let consume him anymore, but sometimes it was still enough to cause a light pull of pain to settle deep in his chest. “It’s not easy, but I don’t think it’s supposed to be. I’m taking as much time to myself as I can. We’re hoping to plan a little vacation sometime soon, but I think we’re both so busy getting caught up from the time we had off with Hazel.” Smiling in the other’s direction, Bennett offered a nod. Everyone loved Hazel, but it never failed to warm his heart knowing it. “I would like to think that she’s just like her mother. She can be a handful, but she’s perfect, Sloane. I never knew I could love anyone so much, but I do. I love them both.” Maybe their marriage would never be as perfect he’d imagined it would be, but it was everything to him and he wouldn’t change a thing. “Yeah, we call him Coop sometimes. He’s a good boy, but he’s also a handful when he wants to be.” He was stubborn and rebellious, but with age, he’d be everything a family could want in a dog.

While he noticed the change on her features, he chose not to immediately call attention to it. If there was something she wanted to say, he wanted to offer comfort within his silence and allow her to pick the moment it came out, whatever it was. “Professionally, that sounds amazing.” The book was one thing, but her salon was another. It seemed like she had success on every front and that was every business owner’s dream. Personal life. Was there where things were going to get tricky? “I think she could use a playmate, yeah,” he rattled off, though brows pinched together as the words rolled off his tongue. “Wait? Are you?” He couldn’t say it, but he hoped she knew what he was implying.

Sloane knew there was no such thing as perfect, but sometimes, she simply just wanted to pretend that there was. Maybe because sometimes reality was more then she cared to live in. In a perfect world, Jamie would’ve never cheated on her, she would’ve never had such trouble conceiving their child, they wouldn’t have lost that child, and they would still be happily married. Truth was, Sloane envied the couples who could get through the hardships in their relationships. “A vacation would be so nice for you guys. If you need a baby sitter, I’ll take little peanut in a heartbeat. Even if not, still recommend the trip. It’s always good to get out of your daily routine.” She smiled at Bennett’s statement, one that she wouldn’t expect anything less there of. After all, that was the feeling most people voiced as new parents. Not that she knew exactly what that was at the moment, but she did remember the love she felt for her son. Even if she never got to meet him. “That makes me really happy for you, Bennett.” She sincerely stated, “You deserve that kind of peace and love, and it makes me really really happy to see you have it.” She gave half a smile, “Coop-- I like that. Feels fitting.” She added, with a firm nod, she, herself, wanted to get a dog one day. When? Who knew, but one day for sure. 

She nodded, the sincerity in her smile dimming into one of sadness. While she was grateful for her successes in her professional life, she couldn’t help but feel emotional about the failures in her personal. “Yeah, it’s really amazing. At this point, I truly think sky’s the limit.” She remembered her dad used to say that to her when she left rehab. At the time, she didn’t understand, but now, now she knew he was right. Any hint of a smile had completely faded by this point, Sloane could see the realization dawn in his eyes, and suddenly she just felt ashamed. Swallowing back her cry, she pushed a smile upon her features, that failed to reach her eyes, and the burning of tears laid just below her eye lids. “Surprise.” She responded, lacking in the excitement one should have at such news; she simply shrugged at him.

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---- DILAN BARAK;

“A whole one, absolutely,” she laughed, having thought about ordering a whole cake dessert herself but she hadn’t wanted to be tempted in trying to finish it off herself. With Sloane as company, she would feel considerably less guilty when the two of them sharing it. “Of course, I can do that,” wedding season was in full swing and well, it seemed the both of them had something in common. Though it was not something Dilan advertised when becoming someone’s wedding planner, that she was left at the alter. And while Sloane was divorced, they both knew the failures of weddings and marriage it seemed, in their own ways. “As far as I know,” she smiled at Sloane, “all my weddings this season have continued, though I suppose for most it’s only been a few months or weeks.” She laughed softly, shaking her head. 

When Dilan agreed to her request, Sloane was rather grateful. Her sweet tooth was in full swing, but the last thing she truly wanted to do was eat a whole chocolate cake. Until she was confident in telling the world rather or not she was gonna be a mom again, she consciously decided that she would not be stuffng her face. “You’re the best, Dilan. I knew if anyone would be down for this, it’d be you.” While Sloane had met Dilan during the planning of her wedding, and the bitterness the marriage had left on her soul, Sloan still appreciated what Dilan did, and continues to do. “Sounds like a perfect record so far, and I mean, what more can you really ask for, you know?” While they both knew the success rate of marriages in this day and age, there was still something special about the magic Dilan would put in her events. A happy, possibly naive, couple deserved their moment in the light; even if the end result was ugly. “I’m actually glad I ran into you, my brother and his wife had spoken about renewing their vows, and because they eloped the first time, they’ve always talked about doing a big celebration later on. Are you free, by chance? Or booked up? You are probably booked up, but it doesn’t hurt to ask.”

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---- ADRIANA MORALES;

At the knock on the door, Adri got up from her spot on the couch and made her way towards the front door- still in her short bike shorts and one of Benji’s t-shirts (a shirt so big that made it look like she wasn’t wearing any pants at all)- and let out a sigh of relief when she opened the door and found Sloane in her own set of comfortable clothes with no ‘going out’ outfit in sight. It wasn’t that the brunette was opposed to getting dressed up, she just preferred her boyfriend’s borrowed clothes and jeans. “Oh thank god.” She said as soon as she saw Sloan, but immediately went silent as she listened to the other woman’s longwinded explanation as to why she wasn’t dressed for a night out and offered a list of alternate activities that Adri was happy to participate in. However, her elation was short lived when she a hint of worry began to tug at her gut- the change of plans wasn’t completely like Sloane and she made a mental note to ask the blonde about it after they were at least one pint of ice cream in.

“I love all of that.” She said with a wide smile, stepping aside to usher Sloane into the home she’d been essentially squatting at since it was technically Kat’s place, even though her roommate wasn’t home that night. “There’s a really good Chinese food place that delivers here, they have the absolute best egg rolls so I’m absolutely down. Plus I don’t have to change or put real pants on.” She mused. “So come in! Come in, let’s get that ice cream in the freezer. Did you bring that coffee ice cream with brownie bits one? I forget the name but it’s my new favorite.” Taking the bag from Sloane’s hands, Adri began to move through the home and into the kitchen, beginning to unpack the pints to put them into the freezer. “We also have a ton of candy, I went a little crazy at The Sugar Shack with Alex yesterday.” 

While Sloane didn’t necessarily think Adri would be against the canceled plans, deep down, she knew that the sudden change would be suspicious. It wasn’t quite like Sloane to cancel on drinking and painting the town red as a single woman; and she knew that Adri would know that. She was, honestly, grateful that she hadn’t asked. Instead, she quickly accepted the often, which brought an overwhelming level of relief to the blonde. “You don’t gotta ask me twice.” She rejoiced, then moving passed Adri into her shared apartment, Sloane would stop at a half turn; in this moment, Adri grabbing the bag from her, Sloane would smile at the question, “I did! I also got half baked, chunky monkey, a few of the ones with the gooey core.” Every flavor she thought of, she found her mouth watering. She absolutely loved herself some Ben and Jerry’s. It had been the ice cream brand that had helped her through quite a handful of ordeals.

Sloane followed Adri into the kitchen, where she’d watch her friend put away the ice cream. She’d placed both palms, with back resting against the edge of an empty counter, and pulled her up onto the smooth surface, legs dangling over the cabinets. “Yes! We love delivery!” Sloane moaned, “I really want some crab ragoons, with cherry sauce.” Her favorite. A smile widening at the mention of candy, seriously anything sweet sounded perfect to her. “Urgh, bless you and Alex, Adri.” She responded, “Please tell me it’s more then just chocolate, and I’d be indebted to you both.”

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---- ALICIA MILLER GARCIA; 

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With Hazel comfortably settled in her playpen, distracted by some new toy her grandmother had gotten her, Alicia took the opportunity to get some things done round the house. She got the laundry going and started working on dinner. Ben was working late so she wanted to have something prepared for him in case he showed up famished after a day of running on coffee alone. When she heard the doorbell ring she was confused for a moment, not expecting any visitors. She figured it could just be Ben’s mother passing by. But when the door was opened and she was greeted by the bubbly blonde, Alicia’s face split into a grin. “Sloane! Come on in,” she greeted the other, making way for her to step into the house before closing the door behind her. “You can come see Hazel any time, but you really don’t need to bring any gifts,” she told her friend with a small shake of her head as she started leading the way towards the living room. “Really? Wow, that’s incredible. Gosh, you really don’t have to spoil me that much. I have no words to thank you enough. I definitely could use a spa day.” Taking the gift bag, Alicia tilted her head slightly as she offered her friend a smile. “Thank you so much. You really didn’t have to. Come, she’s playing in her playpen. Ben’s mom got her this flashing toy yesterday and it’s captured her attention for the past hour. Although we both know who’ll capture her attention now,” she added, playfully nudging her friend as they walked into the living room. “Do you want anything? Coffee? Water? Soda? Wine?”

Without hesitation Sloane allowed herself into the house of her two good friends, a smile bright as day upon her features. “I know, I know, but I wanted to.” Truth was, gift giving was one of Sloane’s love languages. She couldn’t help but to show her love that way. Sometimes she over did it, but today-- today, she didn’t care. “I gotta spoil someone! You’re the lucky winner today, beautiful.” She responded, “You’re welcome, you deserve it.” She nodded as Alicia directed her towards Hazel’s playpen, the beautiful little girl focused on her toy. “Oh? I mean, is it as annoying as one of those --” She paused, “Uh,” Snapping her fingers together, in an attempt to remember what the name of the toy was, but was coming up blank. “I don’t remember the name, but it was like a baby sweeper, that every time they pushed it, these little balls inside would make this anxious noise?” As Hazel glanced over at her mom and Sloane, there was a moment of a blank stare, before then a slow forming smile crossed the baby’s features. “Hey, baby.” Sloane greeted, as she made her way towards the playpen, “Hi, my sweet girl. Look how big you’ve gotten, oh my.” Reaching into the playpen, Sloane scooped up the little girl, and gave her a tight hug, followed by a kiss on the cheek. “Wine.” She immediately answered, the question barely formed in her mind, but as soon as she responded, she retracted just as quickly, “I mean, no -- haha, no sorry. Water. I’ll take some water. You know-- I’m driving home.”

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---- CORA CLARK;

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Cora’s eyebrows raised at the admission that the woman had been in town for awhile, something she hadn’t heard about, but also wasn’t surprised she hadn’t. She and her mother weren’t on good terms and during her meetings with Jonah and his parents, Sloane’s brother, the blonde in front of her wasn’t someone who naturally came up in conversation. They were more… professional meetings, of Cora’s doing. The less emotion involved, the better. She distanced herself from having any kind of relationship with her son outside of being some kind of family friend, choosing to allow him to have the life he deserved without the idea of who she could have been (or the choices she made to give him up) weighing him down. Her hand rested on the still warm hood of her car, swallowing as she glanced in Sloane’s direction and offered a shrug. “I’ve been fine.” The other’s comment on her mom had a soft, amused chuckle falling from her lips with a roll of her eyes. “Yeah, Kathleen is a bit disappointed I didn’t go off and get a Ph.d like her or become some famous accountant like my dad, so we’re not really talking right now. She’ll get over it in a few weeks. Why work hard in life for little return when I can work a little for a lot of return instead? She’ll get it one day.”

While Sloane could never pretend to understand Cora’s situation, she still sympathized with it. “That’s good, fine is definitely much better then horrible.” It was amazing, but it was definitely a doable respond. Didn’t give too much away in it’s briefness. Which was something that felt very Cora. “Ah, yes, -- parental disappointment in their children not following their dreams.” Sloane was actually more aware of that then most knew. While her parents were happy for their kids, now, in the past, it was touch and go. “I mean, my motto is definitely work smarter, not harder.” She stated, “And life’s too short not to be do what you enjoy -- life is definitely for living, not just surviving.” Why she suddenly felt like she was preaching, she didn’t quite know. There was a brief pause, awkward n its wake, before Sloane smiled, “Are you busy right now? I was just going to go get lunch. You can join if you’re hungry?”

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---- THEO BAILEY;

with @xsloanecampbell​ 

Theo pressed the gas before realizing it and quickly moving his right foot to the break pedal, making the tires sing slightly as the car came to an abrupt stop and he held the steering wheel tight before chuckling in relief — of not being thrust across the windshield. He was, surprisingly, just in time; he knew Sloane liked staying late at work, but she was locking the front door when he pulled up next to the sidewalk this time. “Hello there, beautiful.” He smiled, gently pressing the horn. “Fancy my new ride?” Theo smiled and lowered his sunglasses. The sun was almost fully out, and skyline looked bright orange as he leaned against the door and placed his arm outside the red convertible. “Well, it’s actually my dad’s, which means it’s a good old manual and there are no hand controls. Besides, I’m not so used to this side of the road.” Theo smiled, fully aware that driving wasn’t his strongest suit, even when he drove an automatic with hand controls and the right side of the road. He narrowed his eyes at her. Sloane looked — different. He hadn’t seen her in a couple of weeks, which was weird, considering the nature of their silent arrangement. Perhaps she was seeing someone. “I got tickets for the drive in theater.” Theo told her. “So unless you’re afraid of my driving, or fully avoiding me, we should go.”

Sloane had stayed late, like she normally did, to finish up payroll, and make sure everything was cleaned up. She was tired, and had expected that the night would end uneventfully, or at least, that was what she was hoping for. She was gonna go home, take a bath, find something to eat that didn’t make her sick, and lay on the couch-- watching a horror movie that would help her forget what a horror her life was right now. This was until she heard his voice. Her back had been turned to him, but that didn’t matter, because she still knew exactly who it was. Nostrils flaring, eyes closing, heart stopping, paralyzing frustration and fear overwhelming her. It had taken her a moment too long to turn around to face him. But once she did, her features hardly hid that she was not happy to see him. “Theo---” She greeted, “Hello, I -- wasn’t expecting to see you. What a surprise.” Oh God, she wasn’t ready for this, then again, she probably should’ve expected it to come. As they both did have an arrangement, a string less, easy, fun arrangement, that now, of course wasn’t any of those things. In a way, Sloane had expected that he’d just take her absence as an answer. But here he was, offering up tickets to the drive thru movies, which would’ve been an amazing night, in deed, had it not been for the thing she was trying to keep from him. “I mean, you driving is a little scary, but your dad has amazing taste.” She stated, “Avoiding you? Who’s avoiding you? I wasn’t avoiding you.” Sloane rambled, as if that was even remotely what he had said. “Uh, I don’t know-- I may, we may have to take a rain check. Life’s been a little crazy, and I’m, uh, I’m tired.” Her nerves made her feel like she could jump out of her skin at any moment, “What’s even playing?” Apart of her wanted to go, but the other part was more then aware that she needed to continue distant.

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---- VERA DURMAZ; 

Apparently sticking around was a problem that she had now, despite her track record. Maybe if she dug deep, she could find the will to run like she had so many times before in life. She’d ran from Detroit, from Baton Rouge, and in a way, she’d even ran from California. Yet, when it came to Providence Peak, she’d stood her ground against every form of heartbeat she’d faced, including that in the form of Sloane Campbell. The blame couldn’t be placed entirely on the older blonde before her though; she’d been selfish and the moment the opportunity arose, she’d jumped on it without thinking about the consequences that would follow. She’d lost a friend, but at the end of it, she’d lost two friends. “Yeah, the heat is getting the best of people already,” she exhaled, glancing over her shoulder and looking towards the illuminated bathroom sign. “If you,” she exhaled, cutting herself off at the weak feeling in her throat. She swallowed it down and shoved it so far into the pit of her stomach that it wouldn’t be a problem. “Before you go thinking about your path to redemption, you should get a wet paper towel and clean up. It might make you feel better.” Carefully, she sidestepped away from the mess and looked back at Sloane. “I know the guy working the register. I’ll handle that.” Sure, he’d probably be annoyed about the mess, but she hoped to lighten the blow. “If you want to make it up to me, just, don’t make this a thing.” Forward. She had to be forward.

It was weird, that once upon a time, Vera would’ve been something Sloane would’ve ran to. And now, despite every fiber of her being telling her to run away, she stood firm in her place. More then ever aware of the mess she had made of her life. She pressed her lips together in a straight line, and gave a firm nod at the heat comment, her heart beating faster at the knowledge that that wasn’t the truth. The anxiety of the lie began to make her feel as though she would empty up the little left in her stomach. When Vera suggested to get cleaned up in the bathroom, Sloane immediately nodded her head, grateful that Vera was willing to help her out, even in the slightest. “Yeah-- that’s... yeah.” She chuckled nervously, before turning, and heading towards the bathroom. The moment she was behind the closed door, she rested her forehead in the palm of her hand; the embarrassment strong, as well as an odd sense of sadness. She’d make her way towards the sink, where she’d proceed to splash cold water onto her face; once, twice, and a third time. Almost as if the cold water would somehow wipe her away from this very spot. After drying her face off where multiple paper towels, and a deep inhale, she’d proceed to exit the bathroom. Hazel eyes immediately falling on the brunette, “Thank you-- again. Really.” She spoke out, as she made her way back up to her, making sure to keep a fairly decent amount of space between them. “I know you didn’t have to do that, but I still appreciate it. And I won’t try to make it a thing---” She paused, before squinting, and tilting her head slightly, “You meant the throwing up in public? Or running into you? thing?”

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----MACK MURPHY;

Going to the bar seemed to be one of the best places to pass the time here in Providence Peak, at least when she wasn’t working. It also was one of the best ways to forget why she had nearly jumped with joy for this assignment in the first place. Her life in New York had long fallen apart and she needed to get out, clear her head. The bar also doubled as a place to do that - because with enough alcohol she didn’t have to think about the fact that she was a failure in her marriage. “You’re welcome,” she smiled at the blonde, “good food and better booze? Feels like I picked the right place to go.” Mack teased lightly, though in part it was the truth. When the bartender approached the woman, her hesitation had Mack curious - only to be asked for a favor by her. Mack parted her lips to agree, only to find out that the woman was pregnant and wanted a stress relief but couldn’t. It was the first time that Mack had ever found herself in a situation like this. The offer caught her attention, to say the least, “I guess, well, who can really beat a deal like that?” Mack half laughed, nodding her head. “Yeah, sure, I get wanting to blow off some steam plus I could use the company. So a win-win?”

Sloane knew she was being weird, of course, she did. But at this point, she didn’t really care that much. The only thing she seemed to really care about was the fact that she couldn’t drink. There was a sigh of release once the other agreed to do what was offered; Sloane wasn’t sure just how much this would work, but at this point, she didn’t have much option. “Exactly, definitely isn’t a deal you see often, if ever.” The blonde stated, hell, she wished she had been fortune enough to find herself in such a position. “Are you a tequila kind of girl? Or something darker?” She asked, before turning to the bartender who sat down her water, “Thanks.” Looking back at the person next to her, “I’m Sloane, and I promise, I’m not usually this weird, but desperate times, call for desperate measures.” Something she knew she was gonna feel hard for the next 7 months. “What are you feeling, food wise?” She asked, “Just please, no wings.”

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---- BENJI SCOTT;

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Benji turned around from where he leaned against his counter, walking out to see the familiar blonde. He wondered if he should put a shirt on but decided against it as he looked over at the bag and then back at her. “I can’t promise all of that and I’ve never admitted to loving anything.” He said as he continued to eat out of the cereal bowl he had in his hands. “You’re going to have to tell me what’s going on because I don’t know if you’re my third favorite person, depending on what you make me do. But also I’m not feeding you because it’ll make it even harder to get out of this so I’m going to need a short description of what you’ve got in mind because I agree to anything else from this point forward.”

Sloane arched a brow as the male turned to her, clearly, this wasn’t the first time she had roped him into one of her many ideas. And grant it, maybe his hesitation was fair, but at the same time; quite possibly the hormones, she found the reaction offence. “You make it sound like I’m about to lead you to your dead, Scott.” She responded, with an eye roll, “It’s a simple plan, this time, a fun one!” Sloane assured, as she then opened the large purse, and pulled out a binder. How this thing even fit in the bag, was a mystery on its own. Opening it up, she pulled out a single piece of paper, “I need you to be the incredible photographer you are, and take some pictures for me for this pitch I have.” With a small sigh, she forced a smile at him, more then aware that taking on this stress was the last thing she needed, but she wasn’t going to let it pass her just because she-- screwed up. “I’ve been wanting to do a make-up line for a while, and I need some awesome pictures taken of the products and the models.” This had been a project she had had underwraps for a while, and she finally got to the point where she could possibly launch it. “I’m also really hungry -- so, do you have anything good? Nothing greasy, please.”

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By Kerry Hallihan for Romper Magazine - 2022

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                      SLOANE CAMPBELL; a summary.

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For: @benji-scott​

Location: Benji’s place

Time: 4:30pm

Making her way through Benji's place, as though she owned it, as she often did, she smiled largely at the male as he came into view. "Benji!" She greeted, "Just the man I was looking for." She'd proceed to sit her oversized bag on the nearest table top, "I need a favor, your expertise, if you will." She began, before holding up a finger as a warning, "and there will be no eye rolling, or groaning, because you and I both know deep down, you absolutely love these projects of mine." They both knew that wasn't true, but Sloane wasn't going to have that kind of negatively in her work space. "So, if you're busy, you're not now. Because it's your favorite blonde's time, your favorite third wheel, me-- Sloane." She exclaimed, the dramatic flare hitting just perfectly in her heart. "You also got food here, right?"

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For: @aliciamillergarcia​

Location: Miller-Garcia house

Time: Early afternoon

The moment the door opened, on the other end was a bright smiley blonde, with a clear on her features. But she swore, it was a good one. "Hey, beautiful momma!" Sloane greeted, "I come baring gifts." she added as she moved passed Alicia into her house, turning to face her, "I also wanted to come see the baby. She's getting so big!" Despite feeling not so great about her own situation, the truth was that Sloane absolutely loved children. And when Bennett and Alicia finally had their daughter, Sloane was thrilled for them both. "So-- I know you're a busy woman. But I had a package for you, that includes an all paid spa experience, and I also just added a service in the salon for mothers-- in case, they couldn't find anyone to watch their kids. A little daycare if you will." Sloane nodded, "You don't got to use it now, but I've been wanting to give you this for a while now." She stated, before then holding up a gift bag, “I also have some stuff for Hazel.”

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---- BENNETT MILLER;

Bennett had never been shy about supporting the people around him, but he had been reserved in his words and advice. He’d learned the hard way that sometimes he didn’t know best and that there didn’t have to be words to fill in the heartbreak of someone else. With Sloane, he had never encountered a problem that he couldn’t manage, even if it all seemed heavy and irreparable. Some things just couldn’t be fixed and while it was a hard pill to swallow, he had done his best to do so. “You don’t owe me anything. Lucky for you, my support comes free of charge for the first five years of service. After that, then you have to start looking into buying me food.” He was certain that he could have held up someone’s entire world for as long as they needed and regardless of the emotional toll it took on him, he still wouldn’t let them believe they were indebted to him. “Well, whatever the reason, I’m glad you’re here now. I’ll always accept food and it’s good to see you too.”

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Fingers tapped against the tabletop as Sloane ordered her breakfast. Once she’d finished, he ordered for himself, mindful to leave off the bacon. She hadn’t asked him to, but he could take a hint and instead ordered a double hashbrown in substitution for his meat. With a quiet thank you towards the waitress, Bennett cleared his throat and took a quick sip of the straight black coffee that had been poured into his cup. “Work is slowing down sometimes, but there’s another guy out on the peds wing right now, which means I’ve collected his cases. I’ve been working OT and trying to get home at a decent hour to help take care of Hazel. Married life is good,” he hummed, wanting to spare the woman of the details of the most recent happenings between himself and Alicia. “Nothing new that I can think of. I mean, I’m sure you saw pictures of Hazel. We did just adopt a puppy last month though. You’ll have to come by sometimes and see him. What about you? Anything new that I should know about?”

Sloane smiled as Bennett began answering her question, his response delivered as expected. "You and Alicia are amazing, I don't know how you do it." She commented, the mere thought of such a career left knots in her stomach, "I hope you're taking time out as well, OT's amazing, truly, but take care of yourself as well, you know?" She knew this was very pot calling the kettle black, as she, herself, knew all about working a lot, and the reasons behind it. At the mention of Hazel, her smile widen, "I have-- I need to see the little peanut soon!" Sloane exclaimed, "She's absolutely beautiful, you and Alicia did--" she puckered her lips up, and brought her hand up to her mouth, middle and ring finger resting on the base of her thumb, as her nail bed rested against her puckered lips; and continued with a smooshing sound as her her hand open up; gesturing that of a chef kiss. "And I saw, he's pretty cute too. Cooper, right? And you bet your ass, I will." Sloane nodded firmly, "Dogs -- love them. And I love that the family's all coming together for you, Benny." She said, her words sincere.

 When the question was redirected back to her, the smile upon Sloane's features dropped; inhaling sharply, as she straighten out her back, gesturing something of uncomfortance. "Uh, I'm--" She began, having avoided eye contact with her friend until this very moment. "Professionally, life's great. My publisher has expressed interest in another book-- I'm not so sure I want to do that, tho." She stated, "The salon is going wonderfully, business is booming, I have amazing employees. It all really feels like a dream come true." Coming to a long pause, Sloane licked her lips, before slouching on the table top, "And, uh, personally, life's--" She paused again, letting out a nervous chuckle, "--well, that's still a mess. Probably even messier now..." With a sigh, Sloane picked up her wrapped silverware, unwrapping it, so that she could play with the fork, twirling it in her hand, "----You think Hazel's ready for a playmate?"

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----VERDA DURMAZ;

There were a hundred other people from her past that she would have rather bumped into at the sex shop, or really, in general. It wasn’t often that she made a total fool of herself, but she’d made an exception for two people, one of them standing before her now. She hadn’t thought much during their entanglement together; hadn’t considered the harshness of the reality they faced at the end of the day. She’d been hurting, as had the blonde, and they’d found solace between the sheets together. It was wrong, but it wasn’t the first time she’d spared her moral compass and did something for herself and it hadn’t been the last time either. In fact, she’d argue that what she’d done to Derek had somehow been worse. Eyes fell closed for a few short seconds as the sound of name left the other’s lips. She could have walked away without another word, yet she stayed in place up until the moment came to a head. One minute, she’d been standing around wondering what her next move was, the next, she was regretfully looking down to see that the woman had gotten sick and that her shoes had been in the danger zone. “It’s fine,” she muttered, though it was far from fine. “It’s,” she paused, unable to repeat the words once more. “Are you okay? Do you need water?” Why the hell was she even offering anything? Not only had Sloane left her behind, but now she’d ruined her shoes and her shopping day too.

Sloane had been a master player in making her life more and more messy. She guessed grief could really do that to a person, but as time went on, the more she started seeing the damage she was leaving in her path. One of which was the friend before her-- former friend? Fling? Sloane wasn't sure how they got here, she was sure she probably didn't really want to know. But she had a feeling it probably had something to with wanting to spite her ex-wfie. And spite her ex-wife she did. Not only did she ruin her friendship with Verda, she also made sure to ruin the one that Verda had with her ex-wife. In the end, no one really seemed to have won. If leaving Verda hadn't been bad enough, the content of her stomach now at her feet surely took the cake. It's fine. She knew it wasn't fine, none of this was fine. But what could she do? She couldn't simply rewind time at this point. When water was offered, she nodded firmly, more then anything, would she like water. "I--I-- yeah, I just haven't been feeling well, I think it's the heat." She partly lied, the fact that Verda was still showing signs of caring cut the blonde deep. Because the truth was she missed the woman, but how was she going to make such a situation right? She couldn't. "Please -- please, let me pay for the shoes. Or-- let me make it up to you." She offered, even herself, not sure what or how that could be a thing.

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---- DILAN BARAK;

starter for @providencepeakstarters​

location: the sweet spot 

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Dilan was in the mood for some sweet treats and she knew the perfect place to go. The Sweet Spot was one of Dilan’s frequent visits during the week. Not only were the treats delicious, the owner of the business was someone that Dilan enjoyed spending time with. Verda was stunning and quite frankly, a breath of fresh air for the wedding planner. So, today was not unlike any other as she stopped into the bakery to grab herself some treats. Dilan found herself a table near the window, looking to take in the downtown scenery as she enjoyed her treats. Dilan had just taken a bite into one of the treats when someone sat down across from her. “Hi,” she covered her mouth a moment before swallowing, “sorry, you caught me off guard there,” she laughed softly as she wiped her hands on a napkin, “did you want some?” 

Sloane wanted sweets, more then that, she wanted good sweets. And for this reason, she knew exactly where to go. The only problem with that was that it was owned by her former friend/fling, and that, well, that was just awkward. But because she was pregnant, and fighting between cravings and nausea, when she felt something, that was it. She wanted nothing else, therefore, she found herself slowly entering The Sweet Spot. Eyes peeled for the brunette in question, that she was most definitely not trying to see. She was simply just looking for good treats, and to support the business of someone she cared about; no matter what it looked like. There was a sense of relief that formed in her when she did not see Verda, instead, however --- there was another familiar brunette. One that she could definitely handle seeing more then the other at the time being. In surprise, Sloane would pull out the seat across from Dilan, wide smile in tote, as she sat down, “Dilan, hey, beautiful-- long time.” She greeted, “Sorry about that, didn’t mean to scare you.” Sloane’s eyes widen as the brunette ordered some of her treat, “Mmm, I absolutely would love some. In fact, actually, if I bought like a whole cherry chocolate cake, would you eat some of it with me.” She asked, not so much because she didn’t think she couldn’t eat it all herself, it was because she knew she could. “And you could fill me in on the wedding business. I know there have to have been some good success stories in there.”