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Jason Sudeikis as Ted Lasso Signs, Ted Lasso

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Jason Sudeikis at the Iowa vs South Carolina game in Cleveland. - April 7, 2024.

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The Promise

Relationship: Rip Wheeler x Reader

Fandom: Yellowstone

A/N: A small idea I had while daydreaming at work, hope y’all like it. 🥹

Summary: Saying Goodbye Is Always The Hardest. So Is Keeping A Promise.

Word Count: 4.7k

Warnings: (No) Angst, Mention of Military, Farewells, A Little Sad Moment, Angry Rip, Sad Rip, Arguments, Small Confessions.

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“So… you’re really goin’ back?”

You look up, meeting his eyes before averting them back down to your duffel bag where you toss the stack of clothes inside. The clothes that have been folded, locked away underneath the bed for the past five years. The clothes you swore you wouldn’t wear again, wouldn’t dare to see until you had kids in the future to explain to them why you had a pile of clothes and photos locked away in some old worn trunk that dusted away underneath your bed.

Unfortunately it didn’t last to reach that day because here you are, packing away the clothes into your tactical duffel bag that was also locked away.

“How long?”

You inhale deeply through your nose before slowly exhaling, still not meeting their gaze you continue packing away, placing the frame photo of you and the boys in the center before zipping the duffel shut.

“Not sure.. too early to say,” You answer as you move the bag to the foot of the bed before sitting down,

“When do you leave?”

You swallow, feeling the way your chest tightens at the thought, “Tomorrow, before sunrise,”

Thick silence hovers the room. Everyone thinking and feeling the same thoughts, emotions.

“And why are you going back again?”

“Will you morons knock it off with the questions,” Lloyd’s husky voice bouncing off the wooden walls brings a small smile and a chuckle from you,

“A buddy of mine needs help,” You still answer Jimmy’s question, which he doesn’t respond with another mostly because he can see the way Lloyd gives him the look,

No other questions were sent your way, neither of them wanting a look from Lloyd as well, nor did they want you to dwell on the heavy mood that hovered. So instead, Ryan and Colby were the first to bring up a farewell party, change of topic. You kindly decline their idea, but of course neither men listens to you.

As Ryan and Colby begin listing items on what to bring for the farewell bonfire, and yelling at one another on who gets to keep your bunk (because it’s the closest one to the bathroom) you couldn’t help the small chuckle that falls from your lips. You were really going to miss every single person in this room. Despite them making you lose a few strands of hair from their idiotic actions, and constant bar brawls, you were surely going to miss them.

They made every other day interesting, every night annoying and fun at the same time with their childlike games that they come up with that sometimes leaves them with bruises or a chipped tooth. Everyday, every night, they made it special and you were definitely gonna miss it.

“Hey I’m not leaving just yet, I still got the whole day and the night before y’all start fighting over my bunk,” You say as you stand from the bed, punching both men on their shoulders,

They both share a laugh with you as they continue listing whatever alcohol they should buy, asking if you preferred hotdogs or burgers as you all walked out the house.

Saying goodbye to them was hard, but not as hard as it’s gonna be when you say it to him. Now that.. that will definitely break your heart. The look in his eyes when you tell him, you can already picture them and from the way your chest tightens, you know it’ll be difficult.

*******

You were currently feeding the rest of the horses inside the stables. Marking down the ones who needed a wash and a trim, which stables needed cleaning. Same old routine before having to check up on the rest of the animals, considering your main job at the ranch was analyzing and tracking the animals health. You weren’t exactly a veterinarian, but you learned a few things throughout the years which John persuaded you to take up on his offer of being in charge of the animals when it came to their monthly health checkups. So of course you took classes to advance your knowledge, to help around the ranch, make it easier for the old timer.

Yes he did have actual trained, experienced, veterinarians working on his animals before, but knowing how you easily picked up the job, how much love and care you gave to the livestock, he knew it was a good investment on both parts. Besides, he trusted you dearly in that department.

Hours had flown by, nearing six o’clock in the afternoon as you were finishing up in the stables before heading out to help Lloyd and the boys to check out some of the cows that were further up in the land. As well as putting up a new fence since the one hanging on was already rusting away due to the weather these past few days, as well as some idiotic trespassers cutting through the fence simply to test the Dutton family.

Just as you throw some fresh hay into one of the stables and patted the horse in its neck as he eats his dinner, the sound of loud rough boots marching against the ground ring in your ears.

“Were you ever gonna tell me?” His loud, rough voice settles behind you, words firm as you dumped hay into the last stable,

You sigh, taking off your gloves and placing them in your back pocket before looking up at him. Eyes wide, angry, betrayal, and fear were written in them. Just like you pictured.

“Yes.. I was,”

“When? Tomorrow? When you leave apparently?” Betrayal can be heard in his voice, blue eyes confirming his tone,

“There hasn’t been a good time to let you know,” You tell him, voice calm, tired, heartbroken,

It wasn’t a lie. When he had gotten back from running an errand with Kayce you were determined to lay it on him, but things got hectic that you weren’t even able to spare him a word. It remained that way for the rest of the day, work after work, problem after problem, when lunch came around he wasn’t at the table eating his supper with everyone else, he was out with Dutton, doing the man a favor, so wanting to talk to him during lunch didn’t happen like you were hoping for.

You told yourself you’d let him know when he came back, but apparently he was out and about with Dutton for the rest of the day. So by the time he had came back was at this very moment, catching you feeding the horses inside the stables. Dutton must’ve told him at some point during their errand runs, who else could have? You weren’t annoyed it was your boss who gave him the news, but you were hoping it’d be you who told him because it came from you, no one else.

“Do you not remember what that place did to you?!” He harshly whispers, taking a step closer to you, “Cause I sure as hell can!”

You lower your gaze to the floor with a faint sigh at his words. Of course you remember. How can one forget something like that? The constant nightmares, the flashbacks, mood swings, not knowing what was real or not, the cold sweats, all of it you remember. The first few weeks of being home after being honorably discharged were rather difficult, your body knew it was home, safe, but your mind was still at war. Constant nightmares played in your in head, bullets flying everywhere, blood stains surrounding you, staining your hands and vest. Screams echoing in your mind on a daily from those who were gunned down, who were injured and were slowly bleeding out in your hands.

It was an everyday thing. The boys, Rip, would beg you to get help, to talk to someone, but you’d just shrug them off telling them you were fine, that it’ll pass.

But you were in fact not okay and the nightmares never ceased.

It was after one particular night that everything had changed. The one night that had you finally reaching out for help, the night that had you admitting that you were not okay.

You had been home for two weeks when it had happened. All it took was a hectic, drunken brawl to trigger the episode. One minute you’re enjoying your beer, slightly laughing at a joke that one of the boys shared, letting lose to ease the noise in your head, then the next you’re being pulled off a blonde head who’s face was nearly disfigured beneath you. Blood covering her once fresh face and clean hair, along with your hands that shook from adrenaline, anger, fear, shell shock.

Once Rip got word of what happened he stormed his way to the bunkhouse which is where he had found you staring at your own reflection in the bathroom. The way a cold and lost look was written in your eyes will forever be embedded in his mind. It wasn’t you who stood standing in front of the mirror with tensed shoulders, hair a mess from sweat and dried blood, the real you was trapped in your mind.

It nearly took all night to bring you back, but not once did he give up.

“Rip,” You softly call his name with an exhausted sigh as you close the door to the stable,

“No. You’re not going!” Blue eyes widening more with fear and rage,

“Yes I am,” You respond in a whisper, “They need me,”

“And we need you here!” I need you here.

It was what he should’ve said, but he didn’t. He couldn’t. Wasn’t exactly how he wanted to let you know the truth, wanted to do it the right way, a more intimate, genuine way. But now, he’s out of time. And most likely lost his chance.

He lost you.

“Rip-,” You begin to say but was interrupted by Kacey walking in the stables,

“We’re loaded to fix the fence,” You turn to him before giving him a small nod,

The youngest Dutton switches his gaze from you to the brute man staring intensely at you, knowing then he had walked into something and immediately sensing the tension surrounding the air. He’s felt this mood before, felt tension between you two every so often, but for some reason this time it was stronger, as if one wrong word said would ignite the awaiting flame. So without another word and only a simple nod, he turns to walk away, giving you two privacy. However, you didn’t stick around. Both to just get the day over with and also to postpone the argument.

If you even get a chance to talk about it with him again.

You hear Rip call out to you as you walk out the stables, halting your steps. You glance over your shoulder, meeting his eyes, but no words were said, so instead you let out a sad sigh through your nose as you continue walking out the building. Leaving the brute man alone in the stables with angered thoughts.

*****

Hours had flown by. After fixing the fence, which took nearly the whole day since it was worse than anyone thought, doing daily health checks on the animals, running a quick errand with Beth, everyone was finally able to wash up and spend the remaining hours with you. Everyone sat around the bonfire sharing stories about anything and everything, chatter, laughter and music can be heard in the darkened night.

Empty beer and whiskey bottles, sticks with dried marshmallows and chocolate littered the ground around everyone’s feet. It was a night you’d deeply remember, a night you’d miss, a night you wished would happen every Friday, but you knew it wouldn’t be possible. At least not with you. Not anymore. You tried keeping a strong face, positive thoughts, positive energy, for the sake of everyone around you. They all had high hopes of you coming back home, claiming you’d be home in less than two months because you were tough as a bull, but you knew the truth. The reality of it all.

Obviously you didn’t remind them of the truth, didn’t want to take away the little happiness they held onto for you, the strong faith they had. So all you did was smile at them, raise your glass and down the last bit of your drink. Every so often you’d get lost in your thoughts, thinking of the mission, the serious consequences, the challenges that will come with it, the horror you’ll soon face, but before you can trap yourself in such thoughts they were there to bring you back. Invite you to their conversations, their stories they were sharing, their jokes, which you were thankful for.

What you didn’t notice was the way a pair of blue eyes have been secretly staring at you from across the fire pit. A dark corner where the fire barely illuminated his features. Light or not he didn’t care if he was caught staring at you, everyone was able to read his opinion of the whole situation but no one dared to ask him about it. He was already a fumed bull waiting to be provoked.

There were times where you’d glance up and catch him staring, but not once did you confront him. Making a scene in front of everyone was the last thing you wanted, so you ignored him and his glaring daggers.

Although, at one point during the night, Colby was the one to mention they had ran out of marshmallows, which you volunteered to grab the extra pack from the bunk house. Slightly buzzed you make your way through the Dutton ranch with sluggish steps till you push open the door to the bunks. Walking to the kitchen you grab the new pack of marshmallows sitting on the counter along with another couple chocolate bars. Just as you turn to head back out, your steps come to a stop when you see Rip standing by the couch.

Face emotionless, but eyes dark, red. Was he crying?

“Havin’ fun?” Rip questions, tone cold and firm, yet his blue eyes have another written emotion in them,

You shrug a shoulder, “Tryin’,”

He scoffs, “Yeah I see that.. but it ain’t workin’,”

You knew exactly what he was referring to. The constant lost in thought when the conversation was directed somewhere else. What you didn’t know until now was those same eyes that have been staring at you from the dark were analyzing you throughout the entire night. Watching the way your smile quickly faded as you once again lost yourself in your thoughts, watching the way your fingers peeled off the label from your beer bottle, the way your leg bounced uncontrollably from nerves, fear, and anxiousness. He knew you were afraid, he read you perfectly, but he knew nothing he’d say would change your mind. Not now, not ever.

You were stubborn like a goddamn mule.

“Yeah well, it’s a little hard to have fun when I got two sets of eyes throwing daggers at me all night,” You say, matching his tone as you stare into his eyes,

Heavy tension once again surrounds you two, the muffled music coming from outside was the only thing that can be heard in the room. Neither of you said anything for a good minute or so, just staring at one another with pain written in both your eyes with tears threatening to build. This wasn’t how you wanted to give your farewells to him. Having an argument with him before you left was something you did not want, but yet here you are.

“Can we just..,” You pause, letting out an exhausted sigh before continuing, “Enjoy the rest of the night before I have to catch a flight in a few hours?”

Rip stares deep in your eyes. Hurt, sadness, anger, and fear were written in his blue ones, they were easy to read, especially when he stared at you the way he was staring. He didn’t bother to hide it, yet he didn’t express it to you verbally. Not like he had to or wanted to, it was obvious on how he felt of the whole situation.

“They’re out there celebrating your death..,” He says pointing a long finger at the door then continues with, “.. and I ain’t being apart of it,”

His voice slightly breaks with each word. His blue eyes standing out more when tears begin building, but not one dares to slide down his cheeks, at least not in front of you. Not saying another word, he turns around and heads out the door with a harsh shove that has it banging against the wall.

Whatever string was left holding your heart in place had finally snapped as you watched the door shut behind him. The last memory you’d have of him. This wasn’t how you wanted to leave things with him, he was the only one who could have helped you through it, fought through the dark times, the constant noises in your head. He was the only one who you stayed alive for while you were out in the field, but now that he’s walked away, not wanting any part of it, you didn’t know if it was even worth staying alive once you landed on base. He was your anchor to it all.

And now you’d be stranded in the dark, drowning with nothing to hold you upright. Keep you up float when you felt like sinking, when you felt like the water was too strong for your fighting body. The one person who could’ve saved you from it all was now walking away, leaving you alone.

‘Maybe it was for the best.’

You tell to yourself. You convince yourself. Maybe him not being apart of it, apart of your life would one day guide him to a better life with the love of his life, guide him to someone who can make him happier, stronger, happier.

It was for the best that he left.

*****

4:30 am

Throwing your duffle and backpack in the backseat you shut the door before facing the small crowd. You give everyone a big hug, including the man himself, John Dutton who hugged you for a good long minute before being slightly shoved by Beth who took you in a stronghold as she secretly let the tears fall down her cheeks. You don’t know how, but you kept your own tears from spilling down. Once departing from the woman you go ahead and start hugging the cowboys, sharing a few laughs with them as they joke with you one last time. Which you appreciated their effort in trying to lighten things up, but you knew they knew nothing they can say now will help. But still, you appreciate it.

“So.. who won?” You say when Ryan and Colby stand in front of you,

They both share a look, small smile forming on their lips, “Neither,” Colby says,

You give them a confused look, but Ryan continues with, “We decided to leave it ready for you when you come back,”

Come back. Something you knew was a big word at the moment.

“Can’t have it ready forever,” You say with a sad chuckle,

“We can and we will,” Ryan firmly states, letting you know no one will come near the empty bed unless it’s you,

It was a faint demand from them. They wanted you to come back, no matter how hard it will be, they demanded that you come back to reclaim your bed at the bunkhouse, and that alone brought the ball back in your throat.

“Gonna miss you dorks,” You manage to say before quickly bringing them both for a group hug,

Both men wrap their arms around you, burying their faces in your hair as they cherish the moment. As you go to pull away both their hands on either side of your hip tighten, not wanting the hug to end, but eventually step away from you.

You give them a small smile and then a small wave to everyone huddle in front of you before turning around to climb into the truck where Roscoe patiently waited for you.

“Ready?” The soldier asks as you take one last glance out the window, watching everyone wave at you with saddened smiles, the ranch standing tall and beautifully behind them.

Letting out a small sigh you give him a nod.

In a matter of seconds the truck roars to life before beginning to move down the driveway and out of the Duttons ranch. Silence engulfs the car, only the sound of the radio softly playing in the speakers is heard. Leaning your head against the headrest behind you, you let your mind drift away, thinking about everyone at the ranch, playing their faces in your mind to not forget them, your fingers softly playing with a small deer origami that Tate had made for you last night for good luck. Then thinking about him once again.

Remembering how things were left between you two. Wishing you could’ve fixed things before you left, wished you could’ve said the truth, wished he could’ve have given you the chance to let you show him just how much he meant to you. But he didn’t. None of it happened.

So now, all you’ll think about is What If.

While driving halfway out the ranch and you still being lost in thought, you didn’t capture the moment a large black figure blending in the dark speeding in your direction until the truck comes to an abrupt stop. Causing your seatbelt to lock just in time to catch your body from going forward.

“The fuck?” Roscoe reacts, putting the gear in park as he eyes the figure that is currently blocking his way,

You clench your jaw as you make eye contact with him, even in the dark and with the only source of light from the headlights you both immediately lock eyes.

Of course it’s Rip on top of his horse. Black hat on his head with his black jacket wrapped on his frame.

“I’ll take care of this,” You say, never breaking eye contact with him as you unbuckle yourself and open the door,

“(Y/n) we don’t have time for this,” Roscoe tries arguing back, but you repeat yourself as you hop off the truck,

Shutting the door and standing by it you face him, where he still remained on top of his horse.

“Rip seriously what is your problem? I don’t have time to deal with you right now!” You yell as the brute man climbs off his horse,

A grim look was written on his face as he makes his way towards you. A look he only has when he’s angry about something, and right about now he’s angry at you, you knew that.

“I swear to god Rip if you don’t get out the way I’m gonna-,” Your words were cut off by a pair of rough lips latching onto yours,

Your eyes grow wide in anger, shock, and confusion. But once you feel the way his hand gently cups the side of your face you realize what exactly is happening and only react back. Your own hands finding their way to his face, fingers slowly tangling themselves in his soft, dark curly hair at the base of his neck. A deep, saddened relieved sigh escapes from you two as you both pour the hidden truth into the kiss. Deepening it and cherishing the moment at the same time, neither one wanting or planning to break it off, but you both knew it had to happen, you had to leave.

Which is why Rip got a little selfish for a second, he deepened the kiss, licking his way into your mouth as he held a tight grip on your hip to not let you out of his hold. Just a few more seconds of this, he had to. If this was the only time he would get this opportunity until you came back home, then he was sure as hell he would take every second that was available to have you in his arms, have your lips molding with his, have your fingers tugging on his hair, have your breath fanning his lips, have both your hot tears smear against his own cheeks. He was taking advantage of the moment because he knew it would be more than a month that he would be able to feel it again. Feel this moment again.

Eventually, you both do break the kiss, but not once did he let an inch form between you two. Leaning his forehead against yours, he lets you both catch a breather from the intense, beautiful moment.

“You come back to me you hear?” He whispers, beautiful blue eyes now searching for your own,

When he finally does find your (E/c) eyes that he has grown to love, he whispers once again, “You come home,”

New tears fall down your cheeks at his words, you knew you couldn’t make such a big promise, especially in your line of work. It was a rule, a rule everyone in the military who serves knew they should never make, because they knew reality was always behind that promise.

You stare into those blue eyes of his that have tears of their own, some finding their way down his rough skin, while the rest build at the brim of his eyes. You knew he knew you couldn’t make that promise, but he knew you’d fight for it no matter what, no matter how impossible it might seem, because he knew you always kept your promise. That’s who you were. Loyal, loving, protective, unafraid, and a true fighter.

You stare into his eyes a little longer, feeling the way another tear slides down your cheeks then feeling the rough pad of his thumb gently wiping it away. The words get caught in your throat, the words where you wanted to tell him to be realistic, to not make you promise anything because disappointment and pain is the only thing he’ll receive, but before you can even force them out you hear your name being called from inside the truck.

“We gotta go,” Roscoe softly says, hating to interrupt the moment, hating to part you from the man you clearly love,

You sniff, looking down at the ground then back up to Rip where he only gives you a small smile.

“C’mon,” Rip whispers as he leads you back into the truck,

Once sitting inside, shutting the door, Rip points at the man behind the wheel before saying, “You look after her you hear?”

Roscoe nods at him, “You’ve got my word man,”

Rip nods back before averting his eye to you. You sat there, tears still slowly sliding down your cheeks, you weren’t ready to say goodbye to him, not after you both finally confessed to each other. Which reminds you, you had to say it, in fear of not being able to ever again.

“Rip I-,” You try but he cuts you off with a shake of his head,

“No. Don’t say it. You say it when you come back,” He demands, small smile tugging on the corner of his lips, “Just know I do too,”

I do too.

You sniff once again, tears falling down as you glance behind him, seeing the ranch and the bunkhouse glow in the background. Memories flash in your mind. All those laughs, tears, injuries that you’ve accumulated over the years with everyone who lives and works at the ranch played in your head, reminding you that you had a family to come back to once again, you had friends who were also waiting for you to come back with open arms. You had a life to get back to.

Come back.

Averting your eyes back to his that had tears of their own falling down his cheeks, you stare at him as you remembered, you had him to come back to. He was your main reason to come back home, he was the reason why you weren’t going to die in the field, he was the reason why you weren’t going to give up when shot down, he was the reason why you weren’t going bleed out. He was your reason why you were coming home.

And if anyone tried stopping you from doing so, then it would be the last thing they ever did.

Because you are coming home.

Reaching a hand out the window, you let your small held cup his bearded cheek before letting your own thumb wipe away the tears that fall down. Looking into his eyes with a firm stare, a promise, you let him hear the words.

“I’m coming home,”

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-Ahhh It’s Finally Here!!! I’m Not Kidding I Have Been Going Back & Forth With This One. Mostly Because I Had Writers Block, But Also Because I Would Change A Lot Things & Finding New Ideas To Replace The Old Ones.

-But Again! Thank You To Those Who Have Been Patient & Have Been Waiting For This Wheeler Fic! More To Come!!

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Simon Riley aka Ghost has returned home from work— his muscles sore and fingers cramped from the drills he had to teach the subordinates. It's not unusual, more so common than not seeing his position. He was passionate about his job, you could tell the way Simon Riley put his all into it, day in and day out.

Yet, that wasn't the only thing he was passionate about...nor was it the only thing he put his all into.

"f-fuck~" you moan out, hands slipping on the smooth marble counter, fingers scratching at the surface as your pushed forward. An ache settling in your mid abdomen from the counter being pressed against it.

"mhm..." Ghost groans, palming your right ass cheek before delivering a loud smack to it, "just like that," he encourages whilst his hips slam against your backside, slithering the same hand up to encircle your engorged hips, "take it just like that."

The deep velvety tone of his voice does nothing to help the slick trail dampening your inner thighs and lubricating you where you needed it the most.

With each push and pull you could feel the knot in your stomach growing— the pressure building up is unbearable in the best way.

You lean on your pointed toes, driving yourself farther up the counter in an attempt to put some distance between you and the pleasure.

"too much.." You whimper when your stomach starts to cave and your legs start to shake.

Ghost is quick to grab the back of your neck, pulling you back until you settle against his chest.

clicking his tongue, "you were doing so good." You hear him mumble closely to your right ear, lips brushing against your lobe "you want me to stop?" He questions rhetorically, settling into a slower pace.

"No!" You shake your head hastily—you never wanted him to stop—you try to push your pelvis back against his throbbing cock but the hand on your hip halts your movements.

A tremble sets into your body as you feel him pull all the way out until your pussy could only flutter against the tip.

"No?" He questions, circling the hand on the back of your neck to the front, grasping it firmly and angling your face towards his, "but you said too much." He teases, easing only a portion of his cock into your sopping cunt.

A chill slides down your spine at his dark unwavering gaze, "don't stop." You whine, desperation painting your face.

Ghost looks at you expectantly— he wasn't one to give commands to, if you wanted something you had to ask, or beg.

"please!" Your ass impatiently wiggles against his lower half but you couldn't back up enough to get what you craved, "please, I'm sorry! Please don't stop!" You beg him shamelessly, apologizing without reason.

Your body suddenly lurches forward, breath catching in your throat as he impales you with his cock, a groan leaving his lips as your cunt greedily welcomes him back.

"Then stop running."

𝐃𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬: @deunmiu-dessie (I'm taking my ass to sleep friend but I owed you🩵)

𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫/𝐃𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫: @cafekitsune @pwixi

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BACKYARD BARBECUE, SIMON ‘GHOST’ RILEY.

— dadsbestfriend!simon, age gap (r is 19-20), size kink, fingering, p in v, praise kink, choking, bruising, nipple sucking, nipple play, outdoor sex, tummy bulges.

you knew he was coming. 

simon is your father's best friend, the two met while stationed. you’d met him enough times to call him an uncle, about a year ago, getting more and more comfortable with him as the months passed.

your skirt billowed in the slight wind, the sun shone as you spoke to family. 

you heard your father chuckle before seeing simon, a few words being exchanged before he made his way over to you. 

he’s taken a liking to you out of all your siblings, making this extremely obvious to you just by the way he treats you. he gets closer to you and immediately hugs you, taking in your smell and planting his large hand on your back.

“hey there, sweetheart. how’s my favorite girl doing?” his scruffy beard scratching your face as his hands moved further down, stopping before breaking the hug.

“hey, si,” you gave a smile, not breaking eye contact for even a second. to anyone, this would be flirting. but it’s not like that. you’re greeting a family friend, attending to your daughterly duties.

“look at you, kiddo, so grown up now.” he stood back and looked you up and down, eyeing your body perversely. 

you two talked, having to practically yell because of the number of people speaking. he knew he had your attention, and he liked it.

“but,” he grinned, taking another step closer. his hand slid down your hip, fingers grazing against the bare skin of your thigh. "why don't we find a nice quiet spot to talk?" he whispered in your ear, his warm breath tickling your neck.

this wasn’t completely new for him. there was an incident before when you had to drive with him to the beach, your car was broken down, and your parents' car was full. you sat in the passenger seat in your bikini, smiling and laughing at whatever he was saying, a little desperate. his hand rested on your thigh, thumb rubbing the supple skin back and forth. you could’ve sworn he was inching closer to your inner thighs as he drove. 

you waited for a second before answering, your head tilted before speaking, “‘kay.” a brief answer, no teasing this time. 

simon leads you to a secluded corner of the backyard, away from the bustle of the barbecue. he sits on an old, wooden bench, patting his lap invitingly. "now then, love," he began, his voice low. 

you sat promptly. 

simon's large hands roamed your body, squeezing your thighs and tracing the curves of your waist. his fingers dipped beneath your skirt, brushing against the thin fabric of your panties.

he groaned grossly under his breath, not getting enough of your body. the way you’d melt under his touch, so disgustingly needy for contact, made him want to take you even more.

his fingers dipped beneath your skirt, brushing against the thin fabric of your panties. your clit was so puffy, you were just so ready for his cock. “i’ve been watchin’ you, you know,” his thick accent making your thighs burn.

simon's lips were inches from your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. he brought his other hand to your throat, squeezing before moving it toward your breasts. “i've always thought you were such a pretty little thing.” he whispered.

his hands pinched your nipples through your thin shirt, in turn making you grind down on his bulge. :(

“mmm, really?” your poor clit twitched under his finger. he pressed his lips against your neck, kissing and nipping gently, “so grown up now… hm?” he purred. his hands traveled lower, pushing your skirt up around your hips. you had nothing to say, words failing to escape your lips.

both of his hands were circling your pulsing cunt by now, a finger finding you already wet with excitement. you whimpered as he pressed his finger against your entrance, rubbing teasingly. “you want this, don’t you, doll?” you nodded, “i do.”

without hesitation, simon pushed his fingers inside you, feeling your tight cunt grip him perfectly. he began to move them in and out slowly, picking up speed as he felt your wetness coat his knuckles. “so fucking tight.” he moaned.

you writhed underneath him, tears already starting to roll as your legs trembled. you babbled and shook as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, stretching you. 

simon used another hand to pull your shirt over your head, revealing your breasts. your back rubbed up against his chest before he pulled his fingers from your cunt, lifting and turning you so you were facing him.

he took one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking hard while pushing his fingers back into your starving little cunt. your mascara ran down your face as you pouted and cried, senses becoming overwhelmed.

he sucked hard while continuing to finger you. “you’re gonna make such a pretty little slut.” he groaned against your skin. “mhm! f-feels so fuckin’ good, si. m’gonna cum.” stupidly nodding and biting your plump lip.

he chuckled darkly, his fingers pumping faster and harder inside your velvety walls. your cunt constricted around his knuckles as you cried out, legs quivering as the knot in your tummy threatened release.

salty tears rolled down your face before he pulled his fingers out of you, leaving a trail of your juices on his hand. his fat cock pushed up against his slacks, straining against it, emphasizing every curve in his bulge. you cried loudly, lips puffy and slick, clit twitching pathetically.

your fingers curved around his clothed cock, being pushed away before he unbuckles his belt, pulling his pants down, pre-cum leaking through the fabric of his boxers. he pulls his waistband away from his hips, freeing his cock pressed up against his stomach. 

he pulled his pants off as you stood and watched, salivating at the sight of his cock. you’d do anything for him, getting more and more greedy at the thought of him finally pushing his cock into you. 

finally, he had you on your knees on the bench, facing away from him, cunt burning, waiting for his thick length. you waited, breaking the silence with a question, “you usually like college girls?” 

it was an honest question, you were serious. 

he rubbed the tip of his cock against your slick hole, teasing. “i like what i like,” he grinned. “and right now, i like you.” he pushed his cock into your tense cunt, causing you to dig your nails into his thigh.

simon thrust his hips forward, burying his cock inside you up to the hilt. you felt his chest rising and falling against you as he groaned against your neck. how badly he wanted to bruise it up.

“take it,” he grunted, “take all of it.” his cock stretched your cunts walls, filling you up with his thickness. you felt a hand trail up to your throat, another gripping your hips tightly, guiding him in and out of your soaking hole.

he was rough with you, increasing the force with which he pounded into you. his hips snapped forward which each thrust, making your ass ripple. “s-si, can’t take it n’more! agh–cock s’fat, go slow, si, please, hurt s’bad!” he laughed at your attempts to stop him.

his grip on your neck tightened with each thrust, surely creating small bruises to deal with later. “fuckin’ delicious. takin’ me so well.” he said breathlessly, continuing to pound into you without mercy. 

“s’too much… si, fuck!” he was hunched over, both of you a mess, hair stuck to his forehead, you, crying ‘cause of his fat dick! 

“g-go deeper, deep–mmf!” you begged.

simon hissed, pulling out almost completely before slamming his huge cock back in with a force that made your poor tummy flip. he continued this pattern of deep thrusts, grunting loudly with each one as he dove his cock deeper into your wet hole.

he brought a hand to your clit, thick finger lousily rubbing and rolling it roughly between his thumb and forefinger. “m’gonna cum!” you pushed yourself onto his cock more, greedy for his length.

“cum–cum for me, love.” he urged, thrusting into you even harder. you gushed around his cock, thrashing while your cunt showed its appreciation, orgasm crashing over you, causing you to clench tightly around his cock. you moaned like an animal as he continued his abuse on your walls.

“fuck–like that,” simon grunted, groaning loudly as he felt his cock shudder violently inside of you. with one last thrust, he let go and came inside of you, filling you with his hot seed. it spilled out of you before simon sloppily thrust a few more times, making sure to fuck his cum deep into you, like there were no consequences. 

he didn’t let go of you, still hunched over your body, small in comparison to him, tummy slightly bulged by his oversized cock. panting heavily, he rode out the aftershocks of his orgasm. his cock twitched inside of you, releasing a few more spurts of cum. 

he helped you to your feet, smoothing your hair, drying your tears after wiping the cum from your inner thigh with his thumb, and sticking it in your mouth. you sucked his thumb hungrily, warm tongue making him softly groan. 

he’d heard your father call for him from the grill while he buckled his pants, kissing you before walking back into the yard. 

“good talk, sweetheart.”

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boyfriend!ghost who's just a little bit older. boyfriend!ghost who wears a black leather jacket. boyfriend!ghost who has a bad reputation. boyfriend!ghost who uses you to warm his bed. readers!mama who doesn't trust him. readers! mama who says, "he's only here for one thing," but, so are you. ˙ᵕ˙

"s'too big, si--!! wait!"

simon grips your chin and turns your head to face him, pressing a kiss to your pouty lips, thick cock spearing through your slick, gummy walls, his pierced tip nudging your spongey nerves. “you were jus' begging me earlier, hm? does it feel good sweetheart?”

your dripping cunt clings to him, a creamy ring of cum starting to form on his cock. you whine, lips parting and thighs shaking. your voice fails you, his cock bullying your cervix and punching the words from your throat, only a shamefully loud moan escapes your trembling lips.

simon snickers and covers your mouth with his hand. "don' want y'r mum to hear, do we?"

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MASTERLIST FANFICS for Ted Lasso, Jason Sudeikis, Mike Miller, and more.

Hi, I'm new. I wrote a few things. If you want to check them out, here they are.

Ted Lasso Multichapter: Next Door Neighbors (NSFW, WIP)

Next Door Neighbor: Part 1 - Ted moves next door.

Next Door Neighbor: Part 2 - You and Ted go on a proper date but something wrenches it.

Next Door Neighbor: Part 3 - You and Ted get home from your date night and he finally gets to hear what you sound like, in person.

NEW! Next Door Neighbor: Part 4 - Life with Ted the morning after you spend the night.

Ted Lasso Multichapter: Find Me When It's Time (NSFW)

Find Me When It's Time (Multichapter) - You and Ted start a relationship a little slow, until it's not. (Multichapter, WIP)

Mike Miller / Last Man on Earth

Crash Landing (Multichapter, WIP) (NSFW) - New chapter coming soon!

Save the Dance for Me - You and Mike find an old music store and oh, there's music. Finally. All fluff/cute/flirting.

Painkiller-free Comfort - Mike helps you through some insane cramp pain, without the medicine you'd normally use. All comfort.

David Clark / We're the Millers

RV Lovin' (NSFW) - David takes you and two kids on a south-of-the-border trip to help him out. SMUT!

Suds Stories!

Jason Sudeikis single stories - Drabbles about Suds - cute + smut.

Liberty Sidelines - Jason takes you to a Liberty game and you're just as enthusiastic as he is, much to his delight. Cute!

Ted Lasso x Reader fan prompts!

I started getting prompts and I LOVE THEM SO MUCH! Keep them coming. Newest ones are on the bottom! So here's what we've got so far:

** Ted Lasso fan prompts - GROUP 1 - Ran outta room so I moved the older ones here.**

**Ted Lasso fan prompts - GROUP 2 - Ran out of room AGAIN so here's a group of older fan prompts.

Sleep Habits (NSFW) - Ted is worried about your erratic sleep and promises to come over to help you get into some healthy sleep habits. Pining, lust and smut!

Sweet & Soft (NSFW) - Coming home to Ted is rewarding in so many ways. Fluff + tender smut.

Morning Shave - A cute little diddy about shaving Ted before work, with lots of cuteness in between.

Rough Night Out - Your night out with friends doesn't go as planned, so Ted comes to the rescue. A little angst + hurt, mostly comfort!

A Little Lost - Your first day at the new office building has you running in circles, and Ted helps you find your way. All fluff!

Touchy (NSFW) - Ted realizes how soft and smooth you are, and just can't stop touching you. Pining + smut + fluff.

Anxiety Comfort - You're anxious and Ted's here to help you recenter yourself, as Ted Lasso would. Anxiety + comfort + cuteness.

Snowed In (light NSFW) - Ted comes over to hang out while the city shuts down for a little snowstorm. Cute romance ensues. Cute + lusty + a little smut.

Clothing Haul Cheerleading (NSFW!) - Ted sits bedside while you show off your new online haul. And the last one, well...that's for him. Cute + SMUT!

Oil the Engine (NSFW) - You're a bit nervous to need help in the bedroom, but Ted doesn't bat an eye to make you feel good. SMUT!

Drips & Puddles (NSFW) - Note: Not a fan prompt, just my brain on fire. Ted gets handsy at a pub celebration. SMUT!

Job Interview - Ted comforts you after you feel less-than-stellar after a job interview. All comfort.

Chatty McChatterson - You worry your talkative nature is pushing friends away. Ted shows you to never change. All comfort + cute flirting.

Body Comforts (Light NSFW) - Ted is feeling a little less than comfortable in his skin, so you show him how he's just right. Mostly comfort + a lil smut.

Morning Smut & Cuddles (NSFW) - You and Ted enjoy a lazy Sunday morning with some spice and sweet. SMUT!

Plus Size Perks (NSFW) - Ted falls hard for you, and finally musters the courage for a date. Flirting + smut!

Sleepy Struggles - You refuse to go to bed when Ted can tell you're sleepy, but he gets you there eventually. All cute!

Take Care Ted - Ted loves to take care of you when you need him most. Not out of responsibility, just out of adoration. All cute.

Khaki Time (NSFW) - Ted’s behind in khakis makes you sweat all day, so some teasing is in order. Cute, flirting + light smut.

Pub Digits (NSFW) - You and Ted find your way to the pub washroom for a little visit. SMUT!

Sassy Smurf (NSFW) - You have a jealous night out when Sassy sticks her nose back in Ted's face. Angst + tender smut.

Warm & Cold - Ted keeps you warm while you shiver away on the couch. All snuggle fun! Short n' sweet.

A Valley Rescue - Ted refuses to wait for you to come back from your depressive episode, and steps in to help. All comfort, mental health.

Flu Fluff - Ted helps you through some flu recovery with breakfast and snuggles. All comfort!

Cake & Bake - You're wearing one of Ted's sweaters when he comes over to find you baking a cake. And he just can't resist. Cute + light smut.

Valentine's Day Surprises - A cute, comfy read with a Valentine's Day between you and Ted.

Chest Worship & Daddy Duty (NSFW) - You wake with Ted holding your baby on his bare chest and oooof, does that work for you. Cute + a little teasing sexy time.

Naptime - A rainy day nap with Ted Lasso. How perfect. All fluff.

Relax, Relax (NSFW) - Nothing but smut (NBS?) Ted teases you at a fundraiser all night and it all pays off at your flat. SMUT!

A Quiet Night In - You've been working hard and over exhausted, so Ted to the rescue. All comfort/cute.

Tummy Troubles (NSFW) - Ted's anxiety meds make him gain some weight, and he feels lousy. You show him what you love about his body - just as he is. Comfort, smut!

Empty Stomach - You forget to eat and Ted makes sure to change that habit! All comfort.

Baby Makin' (NSFW) - You and Ted want to start your family and he'd be lying if the thought of you pregnant wasn't the sexiest thing to him. ALL SMUT!

Unfamiliar Care (NSFW) - Ted is still getting used to how you love him and all the ways you show him care. And he wants to show you, too. Comfort + smut!

Text Tease (NSFW) - You say some lewd things to Ted and tease him via text, and he decides to tease you back. SMUT! Part two needed? Maybe?

Nurse Ted - You have an unfortunate accident caused by Ted and he absolutely won't leave your side (or stop apologizing). Injury + comfort + healing!

My Favorite Thing to Touch (NSFW) - Ted shows you why your body woes aren't understood by him -- he finds you perfect in every way. Body image + comfort + light smut.

Sleepless Snuggles - Snuggling with Ted and all of its warm, cozy goodness. All comfort/fluff.

NEW! Back Scritches - Ted's had a long week so you cuddle him up with some loving touches. All comfort + cute fluff.

Ted Lasso Singles & Head Canons

NSFW Ted Lasso single stories - A bunch of them, enjoy!

Ted Lasso Tummy Love - All the things that make Ted Lasso the snuggliest and sexiest man, just the way he is.

Waist - The little ways Ted puts his hands on your body, around your waist. Fluff!

Other Ted Lasso characters

Roy's Sunshine - You and Roy are happily in love, and the team and staff notice a change in his demeanor for the better. (All fluff)

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Never Alone (Part 1)

Description: An alternate ending to Ted's first panic attack in Liverpool. Where you're there to help him home and keep him safe.

Relationships: Reader x Ted Lasso

Warnings: Fluff, comfort, panic attack

Smut: None

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Champagne. Screaming. Cheering. Hugging. 

The defeat against Liverpool was epic for AFC Richmond and you were so happy to be part of this club and to see your friend Ted get a win. Finally. 

The team decided to hit a local club to celebrate. Drinks all around, Rebecca Walton singing karaoke (who knew she had pipes like that!) and chatting up the team. 

You were only on the marketing team for the club, but Keeley and Rebecca insisted you come along for a girl’s weekend, and here you were: Having the time of your life and celebrating a hard-fought game. Ted became a quick favorite friend at Nelson Road. His amicable nature, his easy laugh, and his kindness never went unnoticed. Not to you.

But you see Ted in the corner of your eye, and he’s suddenly still. You debate getting up to check on him, but before you can he’s stood up and slipped out of the club to a side door. You know something’s off. You’ve been there before, you’ve had that same look before.

In the alleyway, Ted’s sitting against the wall, clutching his arms, trying to make himself small. Trying to breathe. His eyes are scattered, unfocused. “Ted, Ted…” you say, trying to get his attention. He can’t focus. You’re a blur, everything’s a blur. He’s breathing hard, too hard. “Ted, breathe…you’re okay. You’re safe, you’re OK…” you repeat, your hand going to his face, brushing his hair back. You use your other hand to grab his. “Am I going crazy?” he asks, panic stretched across his vocal chords, almost inaudible. “No more crazy than the rest of us,” you mutter. “You’re having a panic attack. I have them, too. It’s okay, it’ll pass. Breathe with me. In…out…” you guide, pushing breath out between your lips. 

He’s still struggling, so you get on your knees in front of him, holding his head in your hands, trying to bring him to your chest. “Shhh… it’s OK, you’re safe. Breathe with me… just a breath, can you do that?” and you feel him nod against your neck. As you cradle him, his breathing starts to regulate and you hear him groan. When you pull back, his eyes are swollen and red from tears. Your thumb wipes a stray one away. 

“You’re OK, see? You’re OK, you’re safe, you’re loved…” you repeat, and he manages a slight smile to you. As he stands up, you offer a hug and he accepts. He breathes your scent, gripping your back tight to keep you near. He feels safe this way. Like he’s still grounded to earth. 

“Let’s go back to the hotel, huh?” you offer, but he shakes his head. “No, no, you go back in and have fun with the team. This is your celebration, too,” he encourages. But your stoic expression tells him he’s not getting rid of you that easily. 

“I’m done with it, time for quiet. C’mon, let’s go, Ted…” you grab his hand so he feels a steady presence on his walk back to the hotel. Along the way you offer to play the colors game. 

“What’s that?” He asks, smiling and curious.

“Well, when I have a panic attack I like to point out colors. See how many I can name. It’s an easy game, and a nice way to redirect my racing thoughts,” you offer, looking at the neon signs, cars, and license plates along the way. He watches your eyes as they glimmer under the street lights.

“Blue,” he offers. “That blue car, right there.” 

You nod. “Green, that planter box on that apartment there.”

“Yellow, that blinking street light ahead,” he counters.

“Orange, that neon for the bar up ahead…”

Before long you’re back at the front door of the hotel and Ted takes a deep breath. “Wow, I…feel better,” he says, smiling. “Thank you for that. That was…so helpful.”

You return the smile, blushing. “I’m happy to help, Ted. I get them, too. Don’t hesitate to find me or call me or whatever if you need a friend.” 

As you start to walk away, Ted clears his throat. “Say, Y/N. If you’re not doing anything, do you wanna catch a movie? It’s still early but I could go for some quiet time with a friend?” 

You nod and agree, joining him through the revolving door and up the elevator. 

In Ted’s room, you see his suitcase a bit scattered and a few empty minibar bottles of whiskey on the table. When he emerges changed into sweatpants and a t-shirt from the bathroom, he blushes and pushes them into a trashcan, embarrassed you saw his vice. 

“I’m…sorry about that. I should’ve…cleaned up…” and you can tell the wheels are turning again. “Ted? Ted. It’s okay, really. I had some gin last night, so it’s nice to know your drink of choice,” you offer with a smile. He smiles back, relieved that you’re so easy going.

“Do you wanna talk about what’s on your mind? Now that we’re here, I’m happy to listen, be your empathy sponge for anything you need to get off your chest,” you suggest, sitting crosslegged on the bed with a smile. He sits down on the edge, his feet on the floor. “Gosh… I… well, you know Michelle and I are separated. She… ah… well, she had divorce papers sent over to me and I’ve been dragging my feet signing them,” he says, head down. You scoot over to the end of the bed, putting your arm around his shoulder. “Oh Ted, I’m so sorry. I… went through that a couple months ago myself. The papers, the finality of it being…over…” you offer, tears springing to your eyes. “I know it was the right thing to do. I know I’ll survive, but it doesn’t take the sting away.”

Ted looks at you, eyes wide and searching. “Y/N…I didn’t… I’m so sorry, I didn’t know you went through that, too…” he sputters, facing you on the bed. You nod and let the tears fall now, sniffing your nose so you can focus on Ted, who is the one in need tonight. 

He wipes a tear from your cheek.

“You’ve got a lot on your plate, coach. You’re managing this team, learning to live in this new place, going through this new chapter in your personal life…” you shake your head. “Even one of those things is a big deal, but all three? It’s understandable that you’re not feeling like yourself. But you’re okay, I won’t let you drown. We won’t let you drown.”

You open your arms for a hug, and he accepts. “You’re a really good person Y/N,” Ted says, your hair fluttering with his breath. “I’m really grateful for your friendship.”

You pull back and nod. His eyes are watering, so are yours. He pops up to get a couple of tissues. You lean back on the bed, scooting back to the headboard. “I know we’re friends, but do you wanna have a snuggle? I feel like we could both use it. Totally platonic,” you offer, hands up. Ted smiles. You’ve hugged each other plenty, not just tonight but in general. He smiles and his heart warms at the offer. He nods. “I’d like that.”

“Big spoon or little spoon,” you ask, giving him an option.

“I’m flexible,” Ted blushes. “We’ll swap, how about that?”

As you curl up on the duvet, he curls up in front of you, and you snuggle him close to you, positioning yourself so your head is over his, but your limbs are all puzzle-pieced together. You run your hand up and down his bicep as if to warm him up. 

“Color game?” You offer. Ted nods.

“Gray, the chair in the corner,” he says. 

“Black, the tabletop of the desk,” you counter. 

“White, the sheer curtains,” he follows

“Hazel, your eyes,” you reply. Ted chuckles.

“Good one, I didn’t know that could count!” 

You smile at him and snuggle him closer. 

But he hears a knock at the door.

He sighs, uninterested in leaving the cocoon of comfort you’ve made together. When he opens the door, he stutters. “Ah, hi-hi Sassy,” he says. You sigh, worried this is your cue to leave. As you swing off the bed, Ted comes back and looks at you. “Aw, you’re leaving already?” he asks, disappointed. You blush. “I thought maybe…you had other plans…” you reply, a bit embarrassed.

Ted puts his thumb up and points at the door. “Oh that? No. No thank you. I’m… I’m not in a headspace to meet a new person, or flirt, or any of that business. I jus’ need some quiet time with a friend,” he answers with a smile. 

You pat the bed. “Come back?”

He comes over and lays back down, your arm going protectively over his shoulder again. “I’m proud of you,” you offer quietly, your breath ghosting his face. 

“What for?”

“Because you set boundaries. You needed space tonight, so you made space. You came here so you can get the quiet you needed. You didn’t let the pressure or the feelings of others stop you from what you needed to take care of you,” you answer, holding him tighter. “I’m proud of you. You’re courageous and amazing.”

You can feel Ted smile, but you can’t see it. “Thank you, but I couldn’t’a done it without ya,” he says. “I’m real glad you’re around, that you’re here.”

You lay your head back on the pillow for a few moments, the TV on a low hum in the background. Ted’s feet rub each other a bit, and you giggle at his goldfish socks, a gift from the team. 

“You ready to be lil’ spoon?” Ted asks and you giggle. “Sure.”

You flip over, almost synchronized, and his arm comes over your shoulder, which he hugs close to him, your back to his chest. 

A heavy sigh escapes you. It’s been ages since you’ve been held. Your ex-husband never cared much for cuddles and affection. One of the many problems you had. 

“Was that a happy sigh or a sad sigh,” Ted asks, his breath now fanning across your face. You can almost feel his mustache tickling your neck. 

“Happy sigh. I haven’t been snuggled like this in a really long time,” you answer, your voice cracking. He squeezes you tighter.

“That’s a damn shame, because you’re a great snuggler,” Ted says, a happy lilt to his voice.

“I’m sorry, for everything you’re going through. I just want you to know, I’m always here for you,” you murmur to him. He squeezes you tight again. “Thank you. The same goes to you. I think we make a good team. A team within a team!” he says happily. You chill in the air of the room and he encourages you both under the covers. “You look beat, Ted. Why don’t you get some sleep. I’ll stay here until you’re asleep, in case you get nervous again,” you say, turning over to face him. He smiles, his eyes heavy. You lean over him to hug him and turn out your lamp. By the first hint of daylight in the curtain, you’re back in his embrace. He needed someone to hold, and you needed to be held.

A perfect fit.  

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A Little Blue

Warning: Mental health issues and smut smut 🚨

Description: You wake up in a spell of depression, anxiety, self doubt. Ted helps comfort you back home, back to him.

Pairing: Ted Lasso x reader

Warning: Mental health, depression, m + f intercourse

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You rolled over in the morning; the dreary London sky in your eyeline. And your brain felt heavy.

Anxious. Tired. Depressed.

What started as an acknowledgement of a less restful sleep became much darker, much quicker.

He doesn’t love you. You’re pathetic. Look at you. He can do better. You don’t deserve him. You don’t deserve this life.

The thoughts in your brain ran like mice through a maze. And you took a breath as the tears formed. In minutes your body was shaking, your hand clutched near your mouth, as you sobbed.

You tried to keep quiet. Ted was still fast asleep next to you, dreamy with his hair asunder, the perfect picture of a man in your eyes.

You don’t deserve him. He can do better. You’re weak, pathetic…

As your shoulders shook, Ted’s eyes cracked open and saw your body shaking, your back curled in a ball with your knees tucked to your chest. The sound of your sobs muffled by the duvet.

Without a second thought he roped his arms around you.

“Shhh, shhh darlin’ what’s got you so shook up so early,” he cooed as you took a deep breath of air. You wailed a little, feeling more guilty for waking him with this emotional tumble.

Ted’s eyebrows scrunched together with worry. You both have your emotional struggles, and you always are there to scoop him up and put him back together. He’s never seen you quite so broken, and hopes his love can help.

As you turn to face him, your eyes are filled with tears, puffy and red. He holds your face in his hands, like a precious thing.

Your body erupts in a sob again.

Ted scooches closer to you, wrapping you close. You can smell his masculine scent - shampoo, skin, his mustache oil.

“You can do better, you can do better,” you sob and heave between breaths. “You don’t need this in your life, you can do better.”

Ted’s heart shatters. The thought that you - beautiful, smart, funny, kind wonderful you - would ever think you’re not good enough for anyone, let alone him…

He strokes your hair, tears pricking the corner of his eyes.

“You’re successful and handsome, you can find anyone. Have anyone. I’m nothing, I’m nothing…” you cry, almost nonsensically. “And I’m all this, all these emotions. You can do better, Ted…”

He takes a deep breath and moves your hand to his chest.

“Breathe with me, sweetheart. Deep breath in…” he sucks in a breath, your fingers feel his lovely chest inhale. “Deep breath out…” and it softens under your touch. His soft tshirt, the hair of his strong chest underneath it, are the sensations you recognize.

You follow along, your eyes glazed. Focused on the cleft of his chin, the dimple in his cheek.

You exhale again, pursing your lips to let it out slow. His hand comes to your chest to feel your heart.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he whispers, connecting his chocolate eyes with yours. You can see nothing but love behind them.

“I’m not going anywhere, because I love you, Y/N. You’re my angel, my sweetheart, my whole world,” he says, his lips near your ear. Your hands grasp the soft white cotton of his tshirt, nuzzling into him even closer. His other large hand comes to your hip, pushing you into his warm body.

“I can’t imagine a more perfect thing than you, my sweet girl,” he mutters. You take a deep breath again.

“Good, there y’go… breathe, beautiful. Follow me,” Ted croons. Your hand strokes his chest, your lips against his neck. He breathes, you breathe.

As you exhale together, Ted’s fingers push hair over your ear. “I love you, I love you,” he whispers quietly. “We were put here for each other. We are peas in a pod, sweetpea,” he says, trying to get you to smile. “You’re the butter to my popcorn.”

“I just…I want to…be perf—“ and before you can say another syllable, Ted finishes for you.

“You’re perfect, sugar. You’re perfect,” he says. “I love you now, I love you always.”

Your heart calms, you smile against his neck.

“I can feel that smile, babygirl. There she is,” Ted coos with a bright voice. “There she is…”

Ted pulls back and tilts his head down, his scruff against the palm of your hand. He smiles at you, his eyes crinkling in the corners.

“You’re perfect, just the way you are,” he says to your lips, connecting with you gently. Your adoration for him bursts from your chest as you encouragingly return the kiss, tongue running along his lips, inviting him to join.

You whimper, his hand moving under the covers to your hip, fingers tracing patterns on your skin, making your body chill. His lips and adoring mouth move to your ear, your jaw, and your neck — his favorite spot to tell you everything.

“I want to spend my life with you,” he whispers, kissing along your soft skin. “There’s no one else on earth for me but you. There never will be.”

Your fingers run through his thick brown hair, and skate down his neck, across his shoulders, down that strong, tall back.

“Oh, Teddy, I love you…” you coo, your body grinding into his, your blood alight with arousal.

“I’ll never let you go. I’ll clean up every tear and I’ll do anything to make you smile,” Ted whispers against your skin, right under your ear. “I’m crazy aboutcha. I want you to be mine forever.”

You sign in relief, love thrumming through your nerves. Ted’s hands skate from your neck down the curves of your body: Over your breast, down your soft stomach, across your fleshy hips, to your warm thighs.

You shudder and moan at the sensation.

“Let me in, baby cakes. I’m not going anywhere. Where you go, I go,” he mutters and you feel your thighs fall open, Ted rolling in between.

The tears and anxieties you felt only 30 minutes ago are damn near extinct. Ted slips inside you, holding you close, looking into your eyes with lust and love as he thrusts gently.

Your hands hold his face as you rise slightly to meet his lips. When you pull away, you smile.

“I want you to be mine forever. I never want to be without you, my love. You’re my oxygen,” you confess. He smiles, almost turning his head away, overtaken by your words of love.

His hips push harder, a bit faster, feeling empowered by his love in his arms. You roll your hips to meet him, and he groans at the sensation.

“Oh, darling… oh, God, I’m gonna…” you murmur, eyes fluttering closed and your chest flushing red, Ted knows.

“I can feel you, sweetheart. Let go for me, show me,” he whispers.

You open your eyes to let him see you fall apart under him, his hands holding your body tight, his chest breathing heavy against yours.

A light kiss to your neck and his large, warm hand on your breast and you unravel, clenching around him, your nails digging small crescents in his shoulders.

Gasping his name, cursing under your breath, a small sweat on your brow as you glow from the release — he’s enamored with you time and time again.

“Oh, sweetheart, oh, that’s my girl,” he’s muttering under his breath, thick and harder inside you, twitching with the precipice of release.

Tears escape your eyes — hurriedly rushing down your cheeks to the below underneath, the tension of your anxiety and the release of love overwhelming the senses. Ted’s thumb brushes one away, and he leans forward to kiss your lips.

“You’re so beautiful, and so pretty when you come for me,” Ted mutters, sparking a light inside you.

“Let—let go for me, love,” you connect your eyes with his. “I’m yours, I’m yours, God I’m yours,” you repeat, throwing your arms over his shoulders, bringing him down to your chest. His hips thrust hard, deep, measured strokes but a sudden jolt up his back and a moan from deep in his chest brings him close.

“Say—say that again, baby,” he requests.

“I’m yours, you’re mine, always. I’m yours,” you cry out, and his hands hold your body close as he spills inside of you, gasping your name, kissing your neck through deep inhales while he steadies his pounding heart.

He doesn’t move. Doesn’t pull away. Places gentle kisses along your neck, your cheeks, your lips. All you see, all you care about, is Ted. He’s your entire universe.

“I love you, God how I love you,” you say to him, running your hands through his messy hair. He smiles against your chest, where he’s nestled against your nudity.

“I love you,” he answers with certainty. “You’re my world.”

As he leans up he ropes his arms under you, rolling you to your sides. You stroke the stubble of his strong jaw, leaning forward to kiss him again.

He departs for only a moment, a warm washcloth in hand to clean you gently, like a chamois on a fine automobile. Gentle strokes and caresses of his fingers lull you into a state of bliss.

“How are you feeling, my sweet girl,” he asks gently, barely a whisper. You smile.

“Better, and it’s all thanks to you. Thank you for loving me.”

He stops and takes a breath. Tucking himself back into bed next to you, his arm over your hip to keep you close.

“Thank you,” he says, voice catching in his throat. “Thank you for letting me love you. Thank you for being you.”

[itsstrange]

a little drabble from a prompt

Description: a little fic based on this pic and a prompt from Discord friend myuh. "no one knows you're dating Jason but you go to the premiere to be supportive and of course he gets asked about his relationship status and makes dead fucking eye contact with you in the crowd.."

Relationship: Jason Sudeikis x reader (f)

Smut: yes. fairly tame though. first time posting fic on Tumblr so forgive me if i do it wrong :P

It had been 2 months. 2 beautiful, sexy, magical months since you met Jason at some Hollywood party, completely by chance, and this fiery, intense relationship had begun. You were still in the honeymoon phase but quietly hoped it would never end. His affection and lust for you was insatiable and it felt so good to be needed, to be wanted, especially by someone so funny and kind, and hot.

At the moment it was all still a secret, for his sake, and somehow that made it even sexier. You hadn’t even told your friends or family yet but even if you could you’re sure they wouldn’t believe you… some days you’re not even sure this isn’t all just some crazy fever-dream.

When the Season 3 premiere of Ted Lasso came around you really wished you could go – but you would never say it first, never ask to go with him, it was too new and you knew it. You didn’t want to ruin what you had going by pushing your luck.   

One of the first things you said when you met him was that you loved the show, that it got you through the pandemic and that you were so grateful to him, and he had smiled and blushed slightly… Then you’d talked about what else you’d done to get through the long days and nights locked down alone, and as you had more drinks, the conversation had taken a much more dirty turn. You ended up giggling together in the corner into the night as though you were the only 2 people in the room.

When his hand fell onto your thigh beneath the table you knew he was feeling the same attraction and when the party wound down, the 2 of you snuck out the back exit to a waiting car, barely making it back to his place fully dressed, certain your antics in the backseat had made the driver blush.

So when he asked if you wanted to come to the premiere you were surprised, and thrilled, but you needed to know for sure what that meant…

“Wait, just as a guest or… as your date?”

“Well…” he runs his hands down your sides, resting them on your hips and looking into your eyes and you already know the answer. “…I don’t really wanna take the focus off the show…”

You nod, understanding that the price of this relationship is the secrecy that goes with it.

“I get it, It’s fine.” You smile up at him, draping your arms over his shoulders “I’ll know. And you’ll know. And that’s enough for me.”

He grins and kisses you softly, his hands sliding under the back of your shirt to touch the soft skin of your back, his thumbs stroking gently. “I’m sorry it can’t just be… Simple.” 

“You know what, Jason?”  You kiss him back, more passionately “You’re worth it.”

He backs you into the bedroom as you giggle “Oh yeah?”

“mmhmm” You grin as you fall back onto the bed and he climbs on top of you.

----The Premiere----

You’re running late. The new Lingerie and expensive gown you picked out taking longer than you expected to get into, but you feel like a million bucks, in full glamour mode, your hair pinned up with some softly curled tendrils framing your face.

You are in a long line of cars dropping off various guests and celebrities and you wonder nervously if he’s already in there, past the carpet, inside, or if he’s behind you in the queue of cars somewhere. He must already be inside, It’s almost time for the screening to start. It’s not far to walk. you think as you peer out of the window trying to see where the blue carpet begins and look at the time on your phone, 7:10. The screening starts at 7:30.

“Can I just get out here?” you ask the driver Jason sent for you, seeing a few other people dressed for the event walking alongside the cars. He nods and you get out as gracefully as possible, following the small crowd past the line of cars in your far-too-high heels, trying your best to look graceful and not rushed as you smooth out the long, deep blue sequinned dress.

You turn the corner and see a stage-like platform set up for interviews, it’s directly across the street from the fans held screaming behind a barrier.  The cast are doing interviews with various reporters and as you walk past his laugh jumps out at you like a beacon.  You pause for a moment in the small crowd and watch him talk, watch how his fingers move across his moustache in a way you now recognise as a nervous motion.  You hear the reporter ask over all of the commotion “is there a special someone here with you tonight?” he smiles softly and chuckles as he shakes his head. When he looks up he spots you in the crowd and a grin spreads across his face as he gives one of his famous non-answers; “Oh there are tons of special people here with me tonight, some more special than others.” You grin back then keep walking, keen to get into the theatre so you can relax, already regretting the heels and the decision to walk from the car.  Also, it’s unseasonably cold for L.A in Spring.

A woman with a clipboard asks your name and you spell it out, showing her your ticket.  A few photographers take photos of you as you come through, even though you’re a nobody, you assume they take photos of everyone just in case.

Hannah Waddingham arrives soon after you and you get well out of the way as she is bombarded with flashes and whisked through to the press quickly, running late this evening too. She looks flustered and tired.

You walk along the blue carpet, largely ignored by the press, stopping to take a selfie in front of the large Greyhounds logo behind the platform where the cast are being interviewed.  You see Jason getting ushered through quickly and your breath catches again at how handsome he is in profile, he kept his greying stubble and came without a hat as you’d hoped. You like that he listened to you when you told him that his grey temples are incredibly sexy and he should stop hiding them.

He’d showed you his ‘suit’ the night before, playing dress up for you in the bedroom after a few glasses of wine.  You like knowing exactly what’s under it, down to his lucky underwear that you saw laid out in his walk-in-robe besides his watch and socks.  He’s wearing a white dress shirt and tie underneath the sporty jacket and you know how fine he’ll look if he decides to take the jacket off later. You bite your lip at the memory of him draping it over his shoulder and strutting around his bedroom like a model before you both dissolved into laughter, and then into bed.  

You have already unbuttoned that shirt and thrown it across the room once and you look forward to doing it again, maybe this time you’ll just rip it open instead, buttons be damned.

You continue walking, keen to get inside and seated before things start up.

When you get into the theatre you find your seat around the middle near the back, not close to him of course, you didn’t expect it to be, but you see his family and his kids near the front and recognise a few of the minor cast around you, the background footballers, and you smile, butterflies in your stomach, so excited not only to be here, but to see the new episodes.  You’ve been waiting so long to find out what happens and despite trying some very convincing techniques he has refused to drop any hints about what will happen this season, wanting you to be surprised.

The lights lower and he comes up to the podium, The mic isn’t working and you bite your lip, you know he’s fine but also that he wanted everything to go smoothly tonight, he’s a perfectionist and you know while this moment will upset him a little, he’s also a master improviser so of course he makes light of it, Yelling loudly so his voice will carry to the back, making everyone laugh.

His intro is funny and charming and you grin broadly as you watch him.  The show starts and you enjoy every minute of the 2 episodes they show, unable to wipe the smile from your face the entire time. You can’t wait to talk to him about it later, in bed, to try and get some more information out of him by any means necessary.

The crowd are ushered through to the after-party, it’s crowded and dark. 

You grab a glass of free champagne and introduce yourself to a few people, making fast friends with a few of the crew.  It’s the writers you’re drawn to, pleased to finally meet them after Jason has told you so much about them.

He appears next to you suddenly, greeting his friends with hugs then turning to you, holding out his hand, “Hi, I’m Jason.”

You smile and introduce yourself, blushing as you shake his hand, he squeezes yours softly, lingering, you see a familiar cheeky twinkle in his eye. Your back is to the wall and as the conversation continues you feel his hand gently touch your hip. When the women you were talking to leave he leans in and whispers “you look so fucking beautiful but I can’t wait to get that dress off you.”

I grin and whisper back “and I can’t wait for you to see what I have on under it”

He raises an eyebrow and gives you a little look that says “Oh really?” then he takes a large sip of his drink. “What did you think?”

“It was so great, though I expected nothing less. I can’t wait to find out what happens next.” You give him a little smile as you sip your champagne, trying to keep the complete adoration you feel for him from your eyes.

“Hmmm yeah I bet you’d like to know.” His voice is deep and husky, a voice he usually reserves for the bedroom.

“If I meet you in the bathroom in 5 minutes will you tell me?” you say, keeping your face casual as you look around the room.

He takes another large gulp of his drink and glances around too, as though considering it. “That’s awfully dangerous of you.”

“One of the benefits of these modern times is that there are unisex bathrooms almost everywhere now.” you whisper and tilt your head subtly in the direction of the hallway leading toward the elevators where you had spotted the bathrooms on your way in.

“5 minutes?” he says as he clinks glasses with you and leans in for a gentle kiss on the cheek in farewell, He heads off to chat to someone, knowing that it will look far less suspicious if you’re not the last person he’s seen with.

You nod as you walk the opposite direction, toward the bar. You look at your watch to check the time as you get there, putting your empty champagne glass down on the bar and taking another.

You briefly introduce yourself to Brett Goldstein as he happens to be standing at the bar. He is very sweet and kind enough to pose for a selfie with you.  You are keen to share this experience on Instagram for your followers and don’t want it to look like you were there just for Jason, after all.

You down the champagne too fast, leaving your brain buzzing. 4 minutes. You have lost sight of him.  You head out of the function space and down the hall, ducking into the unisex bathroom.  There are still also gendered bathrooms so it’s currently empty but there are 3 stalls and your heart pounds at the thought of what might happen next, if he can even get away.  You’re thankful it’s one of those sexy bathrooms, like in a club, where the lights are kept low and the tiles are shiny black granite.

You enter the furthest stall from the door and wait.  A minute or 2 later you hear the door open, the noise from outside flooding in for a moment and then being dulled again by the heavy door.  He clears his throat and you open the stall and peek out, beckoning him in.

You both giggle, the secrecy and danger is incredibly sexy and you can tell he’s as tipsy as you are.

As soon as the door is locked behind him his hands are on you, feeling the soft curve of your hips beneath the shimmering dress. His lips are on yours and you can taste the alcohol on his tongue as it slides into your mouth. You can feel yourself tightening, clenching with need for him.

You lean back against the cold tile wall and unbuckle his belt, undoing his pants, desperate to get your hands on him. He hitches your dress up to your waist, the skirt being slit up to the thigh helping to make that easier. He moans as his fingers trace the top of your thigh high stockings, following them with his fingers up to your black garter belt, then down over the black lace front of your underwear, finding panties that have a well-placed slit in them.

“well, well, well” he whispers breathily against your neck before he grazes it with his lips, “you did come prepared.”

“For you? Always” You bite your lip as you lift his big, hard cock over the top of his underwear, Letting his pants fall to his knees. He moans a little as you grip his length, like he’s been craving your touch as much as you’ve been craving his.

He lifts your right leg up and over his elbow as he leans up against you, rubbing along your opening. The feeling of the lace against the head of his cock making him shudder.

He lifts you slightly, bracing you against the wall, supporting you with his hands on your ass, he slides into you without any resistance, making you cry out in pleasure and surprise.  

He stays deep inside you for a moment, kissing you passionately, then he starts to move, pushing into you against the cold tile over and over. Both of you trying to stay quiet as you worry someone will walk in any second.

God he feels so good you can barely stand it, you are so riled up from the entire night of being so close to him but you never intended to climax from this rendezvous, there’s plenty of time for that later, you just want him to have a release after all the tension that has been building up all day, week, month, leading up to the premiere.

All you want is to give him the victory lap he very much deserves.

He looks into your eyes as he starts to move faster and you nod, giving him quiet permission to finish.

You grip the back of his hair, not wanting to muss it, and he gives a few final thrusts before burying his face in your breast with one final grunt, the feeling of him releasing then relaxing into you is palpable, and you hold him close, stroking his hair lovingly.

He tips his head back to look into your eyes and grinning giddily says “I think I might love you.” You grin back and are about to speak but the door to the bathroom opens and 2 people come in, laughing and chatting drunkenly about how hot Jason and the other male cast members are and how they hope they can meet them all.

You both freeze, his softening cock still inside you, your body still lifted up against the wall. You bite your lips together as he looks into your eyes, both of you trying not to giggle.

He looks at you with amused but scared eyes as he shuffles his feet further away from the door, hoping they can’t be seen under the narrow gap. You put your hand over your mouth and laugh silently at the awkward position you’re in, then wrap your arms around his shoulders to share your body weight. He presses his face into your neck to keep from laughing as he slides out of you, his arms trembling from holding you in position now that the adrenaline is wearing off.

Thankfully the 2 friends are talking so loudly the entire time they are completely oblivious to the fact they’re not alone, probably thinking the stall is simply out of order.

They finally leave after what seems like an eternity and you both bust out laughing. Jason puts you down, stepping back so as not to make a mess of your dress. You both clean up, your backs to each other in the tiny stall, chuckling at the situation. You turn to face him after you’ve fixed your dress and he kisses you tenderly.

“Thank you. I think I needed that.”

“I thought you might.”

“You’re incredible, you know that?”

“You’re not too shabby yourself” you say as you kiss him again, savouring the brief moments left with him.

“I better get back out there before rumours start to spread that I’ve cut and run.”

“Yes, definitely.” You kiss him again, straightening his shirt and making sure he looks as clean and perfect as ever.

“And don’t think I’m not going to finish what I started as soon as I get you home.” He gives you a wink as he leaves the stall and you see him go to the mirror and wash his hands, fixing that little tendril that always comes loose. He smiles at you as you come out of the stall and stand 2 sinks away, washing your hands, fixing your own hair and reapplying your lipstick.

“Hey Jason” you say as he smiles at you in the mirror,

“I think I might love you too.”

------The End-------

[itsstrange]

Magnetic

(Photo found on twitter)

Description: Jason sees you in the crowd at the S3 premiere and decides to extend an invitation to get to know you.

Relationship: Jason Sudeikis x reader (f)

Smut: Nothin'. Just building a story, fluffy stuff. Chapter two though, watch out.

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You weren’t doing anything out of the ordinary.

Your friend, Charlie, had said something funny, really funny, and you threw your head back and laughed with your whole body. Tears had escaped the corner of your eyes, and you dabbed them away with your cold hands.

Standing outside the Ted Lasso season 3 premiere event had you a little over giddy anyway, seeing some of your favorite actors and cast members. And you and your friend somehow scored tickets on this chilly Los Angeles night. 

As you tried to get ahold of your laugh — that joke really tickled you — Charlie nudges your rib cage.

“Hey…hey, chill out. Look. He’s looking at you,” he half whispers.

Still laughing you ask him to repeat himself.

“Jason. Sudeikis. Is looking at you,” he says, pointing in the direction of the riser where he’s being interviewed.

“Nuh-uh, how can you even tell? Christ! Look how many people are here,” you gesture around. But when you do, you noticed it’s thinned out a bit. Still, you can’t really wrap your head around that he’s looking at you.

“Dude, what if he wants to ask you out?” your friend prompts, which gives you the giggles all over again. You're almost angry that Charlie would suggest such a thing, given your crush on this man.

“Yeah! Yeah. Me. He’s looking at me and he’s gonna whisk me into Hollywood, yeah, okay,” you mutter, rolling your eyes and now doubling your laughter at how ridiculous it seems.

But Jason tilts his head and smiles, almost in reaction to seeing your fit of joy again. 

“I’m serious. He’s…watching you…” your friend presses.

You shoo the thought away until you look back at Jason at making eye contact. And you can feel it, the way he bashfully looks away, his hand at his mouth like you’ve seen him do many times in interviews. 

You smile wide at him, because why not? If he is looking, you may as well let him know you admire him too.

As he ends the interview and steps off the platform your heart deflates a little. He steps down to ground level and talks to a woman with an earpiece. She nods, clipboard in hand, and disappears in the throng of people.

You smile, a bit deflated to have lost sight of him. After a few moments when you turn to talk to your friend you feel a tap on your shoulder.

“Hi, I’m Samantha,” the earpiece woman says. “I’m a production coordinator for the event. This might seem like an odd request, but Mr. Sudeikis wanted to extend an invitation to you and your friend to the after-party.”

You feel like you’re taking crazy pills. 

“That, of course, is if you want to. It’s optional. But he wanted to invite you.”

Your friend nudges you out of your trance before answering, “Absolutely, we’ll be there.” 

“Great!” Samantha answers brightly. “Here are a couple of passes to the screening as well, the party will be afterwards.”

As she turns to leave you’re still stunned. Your friend snaps you out of it.

“Told you he saw you.”

—

The screening was amazing. Getting a first glance at the new season has you so excited for the rest of the episodes. 

You make your way to the party and are greeted with an open bar, and you and your friend make a bee-line to grab a cocktail. The night is so overwhelming already, you need something to take the edge off.

You feel…out of place. A lot of people know each other so you’re thankful you at least have a friend to keep company. But soon Charlie is off mingling with people and you’re left on your own, listening to the music while you lean on the bar.

“Need another drink?” you hear a familiar voice to your left. 

And he’s there.

Right there. Smiling. His hand out. 

“I’m Jason, don’t think we’ve met yet,” he says, his eyes attentive and waiting for a response.

“H-hi, I’m…I’m… y/n. It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m such a-a fan of your work,” you manage to stutter.

He chuckles. Is he…blushing?

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, too. I saw you outside, as the crowd wore down and I figured if you two were sticking around, you were worth extending the invitation,” he says, still smiling. 

Oh that smile. Are you kidding me?

“Yeah, uh, thank you! Thank you. This is incredible. I’m a bit over my head here…” you answer, looking around the room. “I’m nobody from nowhere in a room with you? Tim Cook? What the hell is going on?”

Jason laughs again. His hand on your shoulder.

“We are nobodies from nowhere too, I promise. Glad you decided to come.”

You laugh, a full-bodied laugh, at the statement. It’s a little ridiculous but for some reason it just tickles you. He laughs with you, admiring how happy you look, hearing that laugh up close.

Finally. 

You stare, a beat too long you worry. You take a sip of your cocktail.

“Let’s grab a table?” he offers and you nod, floating behind him.

This is a dream, right? I’m gonna wake up. Something stupid is gonna happen, like a river of gravy is gonna topple through those doors. Then I’ll know it’s a dream.

He looks so handsome, even more handsome up close. You’re staring again. Stop staring!

As you sit at a back table in a corner booth, Jason slides in closer to you. You feel his leg bump yours.

“You looked like you were having a good time out there,” he leans in to say over the music. 

You smile, twirling the straw in your drink.

“It was incredible. Never thought I’d get tickets to this. Just being that close, and then to get invited to the screening!” 

He’s watching how animated you are, talking about your evening. He smiles at how happy it’s made you.

“So what brings you to LA? Just here for this, or are you a Californian?”

You smile and laugh again. Is he trying to…get to know you?

Where’s that gravy river?

“Ah, no. My friend Charlie lives here, he invited me. I’m from the Midwest actually.”

Jason perks up. 

“Wow! So nice to meet someone from home,” he answers brightly. “I kinda had a feeling? It’s like Midwest people call to each other. Accents, manners — we all find each other somehow.”

You laugh again, playfully grabbing his arm, tears spilling again. Oh God, you grabbed his arm. Abort! Abort!

But before you pull it away, he places his other hand on yours. He’s laughing because you’re laughing.

“I appreciate a good laugh,” you say, wiping the tears away.

“I can tell! I love that about you,” he replies, a look of honesty on his face. 

Before you start to speak, someone has arrived at the table. 

“Jason, hi. Sorry, we need you over here for a photo op,” another woman with a clipboard says. He nods, a bit deflated.

“I’ll be right back, I promise,” he says, winking as he slides out of the booth and goes across the room.

You’ve totally lost track of Charlie. You’re alone. You watch Jason shake hands, take photos with people. He laughs. You love how hard he laughs.

Seriously. Where is that gravy river?! 

Your drink is finished and you’re still waiting but aware he may be called away, whisked around the room to the VIPs in attendance. As you’re about to head back to the bar to find Charlie, Jason slides back into the booth with another cocktail in hand.

“Saw you were out,” he offers, holding his glass up to cheers. “Midwest manners.”

You clink your tumblers together and smile. “Thank ya kindly!” 

As the night dwindles down, you realize that other than a few times he’s been called away, he’s mostly spent it with you. A few costars stopped by and you got an introduction to all of them, but mostly it’s been the two of you, just chatting. 

When the bar announces last call and the DJ winds down for the evening, you thank Jason for a lovely evening. 

“I’m so honored to have been part of this, thank you so much. It was amazing to meet you,” you say.

“I’ll walk you outside,” he offers, his hand at the small of your back.

As you make your way out the back door, you find it…quiet. Empty. A chilly night but full of stars. Figuratively and literally.

“Wow, what a night! I can’t thank you enough. What a beautiful night,” you murmur, looking up at the night sky.

“A beautiful night with a beautiful woman, can’t beat that,” Jason replies, staring at you with a grin.

You blush wildly, unable to answer.

He steps closer.

“I mean that,” he says lowly, making your body shudder. Oh, God, he’s so handsome…

That gravy river is gonna sweep you away in three…two…

“Would it be okay if I kiss you?” he asks, a step closer. 

You nod, nearly frozen in place. “Yes, I’d like that.”

He pulls you into his arms, smiling as he leans into you, your lips meeting sweetly at first, but deepening. His left hand cradles your neck and face as he pulls away.

“I have been waiting…all night to do that,” he murmurs breathlessly. 

“Me, too.” 

[itsstrange]

When you first introduce him, Simon instantly knows that he hates your now ex-boyfriend—especially after he broke up with you only two months into the relationship, and the reason behind it sets his teeth on edge.

You’re perfect and so sweet; how could he—

“He broke up with me because…I um…Do I really have to say it? It’s embarrassing.” 

He bumps his knee into yours because he really fucking sucks at saying the right thing when the moment calls for it. “You don’t have to say anything.”

With a huff, you get a little flustered and glance down into your glass of beer, brows furrowed. “I couldn’t make him fit.” 

It’s so soft, but he hears it as if you’d shouted it across the bar.

The only thought he can think of is that your ex-boyfriend is an idiot once he has your back pressed up against his chest and trembling thighs spread over top of his. Three of his thick fingers already work deep inside of you, filling the room with filthy squelching sounds and your breathy moans.

His thumb carefully drags over your clit, loving how you twitch in his arms. “See? Someone just needed to stretch your little pussy properly, huh?”

“Mhm.” You nod, pressing yourself further into him, thighs butterflying open. “It feels so good.”

“You’re so loose and wet. I bet my cock would slip right in.”

Your walls clench and flutter around him, and it takes everything in him not to toss you onto the bed and fuck you into his sheets. “Simon, can you fuck me? Please?” 

It’s hard to deny you when you ask so sweetly, but he can’t give you what you want—not yet. You whine when he pulls one of his fingers out, but it cuts off into a surprised squeak when he grabs your smaller hand to bring it between your thighs. 

“Put one of your fingers inside your pussy.”

You turn your head to look up at him, kiss-bitten lips pulled into a pout. “But—”

“Come on, love, be good for me.” Teeth nip your jaw as a warning. “I know you can be so good for me.”

Slowly, you ease your finger in beside his with little pants of his name. His cock jumps against your back as he watches your cunt open up to suck in the intrusion—it makes his stomach twist. Simon traps your finger between his and curls them alongside his inside you, tearing a sharp cry from your chest.

“You’re so gorgeous.” His words are raw, rumbling somewhere deep within his chest. “I’m gonna make you feel so good. So full. Better than your boyfriend ever could.”

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18+ MDNI

imagine you're just chilling with simon on the couch watching trash tv while his hands rest on your waist

but one hand starts to drift lower and lower into your panties and his rough fingers begin to lazily toy with your clit, pinching and circling the sensitive bud

and his other hand trails higher under your shirt, playing with your boobs, kneading the soft flesh

you're just so warm and soft he can't help it :(

all the while his lips are pressed to your ear, cooing praises like "You're so pretty, baby... so soft... such a good girl f'me... jus' sittin' back and lettin' me play with you."

and now you're all worked up and whimpering, leaning closer into his touch

your pretty pussy all wet with your slick, begging to be filled up :(

and he rewards you by inserting two thick fingers into your weeping cunt

"Simon!" you gasp as he rolls and twists his calloused fingers against your sensitive sticky walls

he scissors his fingers inside you, making your sopping pussy squelch

your cheeks start to heat up at the sound

but soon the combination of his hand on your breasts, rough fingers rolling your perky pretty nipples between them and the pumping of his fingers inside your tight wet pussy makes your brain all foggy

and you're too far gone to care as your slick walls start to tighten around his fingers

"let go, baby. cum f'me." he murmurs while picking up the pace

and the all-consuming wave of your orgasm washes over you with a loud moan as your milky white cream coats his fingers

and he licks them clean off your juices

then brings his fingers to your lips and you lick the mix of your cum and his saliva off his fingers

i need him so bad it's not a joke anymore :(

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Don’t ask me what this is or where it came from, I just love a toxic, petty little argument.

You stormed out of your home with Jason a week ago and you bump in to each other at a party.

Warnings: smut

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“Oh, well if it isn’t my ex girlfriend.”

You spun so quickly on your heels you nearly topple over. Your ex (kind of) is standing in front of you, in all of his glory. His beard is starting to grow, his hair is messy because he constantly runs his hands through it when he’s drunk and he’s got a dumb smile plastered on his face. As much as you want to smile back, you don’t.

“What are you doing here?”

This had been a last minute thing for you, your friend you’d been staying with had a plus one to a fancy rooftop launch party of some fancy new beer so to clear your mind you decided to go. Expect, it turns out the one person who’d been constantly occupying it was here, standing in front of you and looking infuriatingly good.

“I was invited. What are you doing here?”

“I’m Amber’s plus one.”

“Oh, so it’s Amber you’ve been staying with, huh?”

You cross your arms and tilt your head, just so he was fully aware you were completely closed off to him… or attempting to be, at least. The way he’s looking at you is almost impossible for you to resist but you’re incredibly stubborn in these situations.

“You don’t need to know that information.”

“Are you gonna come home soon?”

“No. I’m looking for a new apartment.” Jason let out a small sarcastic laugh that made you want to pour the new fancy beer he was holding over his head.

“You don’t need a new apartment. You have a perfectly good house that you could live in if you’d just come home.”

“Well maybe I don’t want to live with someone who doesn’t want to live with me.”

“You’re talking about Amber, aren’t you? Your snoring can be pretty loud.”

He’s drunk, so he’s being a smart ass which just pisses you off so you let out a dramatic groan for only him to hear and storm off. He’s hot on your heels though, following you and grabbed your wrist to stop you going any further.

“Ok, ok. I’m sorry. I’m being a dick.” You turn to look at him with a completely unimpressed look on your face. “I want to live with you. And I’m sorry for how I acted so will you please just come home? This has been going on long enough.”

It had been going on for a little over a week. It was trivial really, your argument. It was over something as stupid as a bowl in the sink but it’s what he’d said that caused you to leave. You’d been with Jason for quite some time now and over that time you’d gradually moved in to his house. He hadn’t asked you but neither of you minded, he even helped get rid of your apartment however during this argument where he’d kicked off about the bowl in the sink he’d told you he didn’t ask for this, that you’d just waltz in and made yourself at home. You’re not entirely innocent in this, you shouldn’t have left the cereal bowl, you shouldn’t have shouted at him just as much as he did you but what he said hit a nerve because it was something you’d been conscious about so you responded by leaving and told him you wouldn’t be coming back.

He tried to contact you but you made a point of ignoring him. This is the first time you’d seen him since the blow up and while there was a playfulness to your conversation because you were both a bit drunk, you were still upset with what he’d said.

“I don’t have a home. Ex’s don’t live together.”

“Yes, you do. You have a home with me in a nice part of Brooklyn so stop being silly and just come home, ok?” He took a swig of his beer then quickly added, “and you’re not my ex, that was a joke. We’re having an argument, we’re not breaking up.”

His confidence about the situation, although incredibly hot, was annoying you. Mainly because you know he’s right but you don’t want to give him the satisfaction of him knowing that.

“I’m happy at Amber’s. Nobody shouts at me if I leave a few dishes in the sink.”

He takes a moment to centre himself, you can see it in the way he pressed his lips together. He clearly wants to react but he doesn’t, he keeps his cool.

“I admit I should have handled that situation better. I was way out of line and I certainly didn’t mean for it to get to this point. But we’re only going to be able to resolve it if you come home.”

“I told you, I don’t have a home.” He closed his eyes for a second.

“Oh my god.” He muttered. “You are the most stubborn woman I have ever met, do you know that?”

“Oh, and that’s something else you do don’t like about me, is it?” You huffed.

“I love that about you. I love everything about you. Which is why all I want is for you to come home.”

You stare at him for a moment before shrugging. “I’m going to go and mingle.”

And with that, you walk away. Maybe you are just being stubborn and petty at this point, you can see he’s sorry. He’s told you that everyday since you walked out, even though you don’t respond to him. He’s text you every evening to say goodnight and that he misses you and that all he wants is for you to come home but you just can’t shake his words.

Despite not spending time together, you spend a lot of time glancing at one another. The more both of you drink, the more heated your glances become. even when you’re on opposite sides of the party you can feel the heat rise in the back of your neck when you catch his gaze. It’s getting late when he approaches you again, you’re sat on the wall with a bunch of people but you watch him coming over.

“Ready to go?” He asked, offering you his hand.

As much as his presumption angered you, you took his hand and followed him out of the party to a nearby cab because there’s no way you could deny him right now.

“This isn’t me coming home.” You told him while you’re breathless, your arms and legs around him as he fucks you against the wall of his entry hall way.

“It is.” He responded, gripping on to you so you stay upright.

“Fuck- no. I- oh god.” You can’t even think straight because he feels so good inside of you.

This certainly isn’t how you intended the night to go but as soon as you’d seen him you knew you’d be going home with him, you both knew that. You bounce up and down on him as best you can, leaning back on the wall behind you to support yourself and he watches you, flicking his hips in the perfect time to meet you.

“God, I’ve missed you.” He whispered, pulling you off the wall so he could walk to into the actual house.

He stays inside of you as best he can and it takes a while for you to actually get upstairs because you keep stopping during different parts of the journey for some relief. You ended up cumming while you rid him on the stairs.

By the time you actually get upstairs to bed both of your clothes have been torn off, you’ve already came twice and he’s so close he can barely stand it, every time you needed to stop he’d been desperate to be back inside of you. You lie on your back, him on top of you and he’s slamming in to you so hard all you can do is claw at his back, trying to hold on to something as you cry out for a third time. This time he cums with you, filling you up and thrusting particularly roughly with each spurt he does. You can barely move, you feel like jelly but when he lies beside you, still catching his breath you force yourself to get up to make a point. You only disappear into the bathroom to pee but when you come back out you pull on some clean underwear which is neatly folded in your drawer.

“What are you doing?” He asked, one arm behind his head so he could prop himself up slightly.

“I told you, this wasn’t me coming home.”

“Jesus Christ. Yes, it is. Will you stop with this bullshit now? Get back in to bed.”

“No! You really hurt my feelings.”

“I know. I know I did and I’m really fucking sorry but I can’t make it up to you and apologise properly if you won’t speak to me. Please, just come back to bed.”

You’re torn but he’s right, you’ve dragged this on long enough and you not being home is only making things worse, it’s only driving a wedge between you that didn’t need to be there. You’re a bit huffy about it because you hate it when he’s right like this and you’re just being childish, but you climb back in to bed beside him.

“Come here.” He said, patting his chest so you scoot over and lay your head on it. “I’m really, really sorry, ok? I didn’t mean to be so mean, I was in a bad mood and I took it out on you. This is your home as much as it is mine. I’m sorry for being such an asshole.”

As he spoke your arm came around him and snuggled into his side. You’d missed him but being here, back in his arms made you realise just how much.

“I’m sorry I stormed out. I can be a bit dramatic at times.”

“Oh, you don’t say.” He teased and shuffled down so he could lay beside you and kiss you. “So you’re gonna stay? No more running off and leaving me to fret for a week?”

“I’m gonna stay.” You grinned and he pulled you in for a long, hard kiss.

“You know, if I was a younger man I’d fuck you again just to show you how much I’ve missed you.”

You laughed and just snuggled up to him again.

“There’s always the morning.”

“Mm, ok. And I bet Amber is relieved she doesn’t have to listen to your foghorn snoring anymore.”

“I do not snore!”

“Yes, you do. Somehow I’ve even missed that.”

“I’m starting to rethink my decision.” Jason laughed and held you a little tighter just in case you decided to get up. “Let’s just go to sleep before you offend me anymore.”

“Night, night, my little foghorn. I love you.”

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Mutli-chapter Jason x Celeb!Reader fic I workshopped with @carmylasso based very loosely on Phoebe Bridges and Paul Mescal lol: 

Your PR manager always warned you to be careful with social media but it was your favorite way to interact with fans. So when someone asks you who your celebrity crush is well…things get a little out of hand.

Rating: Explicit

Tags: RPF, AFAB!reader, Celeb!Reader, graphic descriptions of p-in-v sex in chapter 6.5

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6 & 6.5*

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

*6.5 is 100% smut and totally skippable for any of my non-explicit friends out there! Does not affect the plot at all

EXTRA

It's literally just smut

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Not Just A Girl - Chapter 2 // Jason Sudeikis x Reader

Summary: You’re a new up and coming actress. At your first awards show, you run into your celebrity crush, Jason Sudeikis. Trying to navigate the bond you form with him while both juggling your respective careers proves to be quite the task with some unexpected twists along the way.

Tag list: @my-soupy-brain @tegan8314 @tortilla-maria1

Warning: description of car crash due to drunk driving

After an exhausting but also enjoyable day with Will promoting All Your Monsters, you decide it’s time to follow your agent’s advice to buckle down and work through some of the scripts you’ve been sent for upcoming projects. You haven’t put nearly the amount of effort into it that you should. You always give up halfway through the stack because you find you aren’t connecting with them as much as you did with your debut project.

You know at this point Todd just wants a general direction. If you could at least give him an idea of what genre of film you’re interested in, he would be pleased. He promised to bring you by dinner as well as a new stack of scripts for you to consider. He gently lays it all down (along with a stack of your mail, bless him) and he leaves soon after. He wanted to leave you be in case there was a chance that his presence would be distracting for you.

You glance over them momentarily but decide to put your focus into dinner first, sorting through your mail while you eat. Once you’re no longer sitting on an empty stomach, you’ll feel more prepared to take on the task at hand.

You decide to start at the top of the stack and just work your way through one by one. No need to overcomplicate things. Scanning through the pages of the script beneath you, you heart goes out to Todd. He’s a damn good agent. He’s already done an initial screening process of sorts, taking notes and placing them inside the cover page on the manuscripts so really all that’s left you for you to do is to just pick one.

His first note says “semblant romance” although you’re not quite sure what that means. Right below he’s written: don’t abandon it too soon. It takes a little time to develop.

And sure enough, he was right. It takes some time to warm up to the story but you can’t deny after flipping through several scenes that you’ve become enamored with the characters, Mia and James. You decide to scribble your own notes right below Todd’s handwriting.

You decide to take a minute to stand up and stretch, admiring the view from your room. You have a pretty nice view of the cityscape which you’ve come to appreciate over time living here.

Moving on the next script on the pile, you tilt your head to take in Todd’s scribbling on the bright pink post it. You’ll love the setting of this one - very futuristic. Killer cast too. I’m not telling you who, so don’t bother to ask.

You roll your eyes at this. You could just look it up and he would never know. As if he could read your thoughts, you see his next sentence. Don’t look it up. Just read the script and decide for yourself.

Chuckling at how well he seems to know you, you comply, reading on and finding out that he called it exactly right - you did love the setting of this one.

You make it about 75% of the way through before coming across another post-it. Okay, I’m sure you’re dying to call. Feel free. It doesn’t matter the time of day.

You shoot him a text. Despite the fact that you have it in writing that it doesn’t matter what time of the day is - you must admit that it’s rather late. True to his word, Todd responds right away. You go back and forth about plot and characters, with each message you find yourself getting more excited for this project.

Todd gives you a call and you answer on the first ring. You can hear him chuckling on the other end. “So, you found some stuff you like, I assume?”

“Yes. Obviously, I really like the science fiction piece.”

“Well, I told you that you wouldn’t fall in love with the first script you read. It seems like you might got discouraged but I’m glad you’ve gotten into them. What others did you like? I’ll reach out regarding your favorite pieces tomorrow and let you know what I hear.”

Todd seemed pleased that you were finally giving him feedback on other projects and you were comforted by just how good of an agent he really was.

You settle into bed to finish the script, thrilled with the possibilities of new and exciting projects ahead.

When you wake up, the sun hasn’t even risen. Just in the edge of sleep, you can just barely reach the fringes of the pleasant dream you were having, and eventually admitting that you probably weren’t going to make it back to sleep, you decide to pull yourself out of bed.

You wander over to your desk, almost tempted to dive back into reading scripts but you know you run a risk of getting sucked in and neglecting other tasks, or worse over analyze and end up back of place of disinterest.

You decide to make use of the hotel’s middle-sized gym, popping on a playlist to occupy your mind.

During filming, you had to learn quite a bit of self defense and kick boxing, and you miss the physical exertion involved in the training. Maybe, if you were to accept a role in the area, you could start looking at the possibility of building a life here. Maybe you could look at renting or even buying a home.

When the next person arrives, they pause only slightly, probably expecting the gym to be empty. You see that the sun has finally come up and decide to call it quits to give the occupant their privacy. You cool down your pace and wipe down the machine before leaving.

You grab some quick items from the breakfast buffet, not wanting to sit down and enjoy a huge meal since you were now covered in sweat.

Once you make it back to your room, you give your father an early morning call - purely to check in and let him know you’re thinking of him. He talks a bit about an expansion that his crew is working on that keeps growing in complexity due to the owner’s requests. You listen to him for a bit knowing he’ll probably have to hang up soon to organize his teams for projects for the day. He barely even says goodbye before reminding you to send your award to him and telling you about the beautiful case he is going to have built to hold it.

You shower and decide to get ready for your outing with Jason today. He told you to dress for comfort, so casual clothes is what he’s getting.

You stop to look at yourself in the mirror. You are going to hang out with Jason Sudeikis today. You are an award winning actor. In your brief time here, you’ve already met so many of your idols… you could quit tomorrow be still be contented with your career. Well, maybe that wasn’t entirely true. But it was still hard for you to grasp sometimes that this was your reality.

Checking the time does nothing but make you antsy. It’s still entirely too early in the morning. You decide to finish the supposed “semblant romance” script that you had started the night before. The science fiction scrolls had gripped you more but you couldn’t deny that you were curious in wanting to know the ending. You were still torn about whether you were rooting for the main couple or not. Mia and James have faults and they sometimes seem to feed into each other’s bad habits.

You decide to move to the window and read by the ledge, a quick check of the time assures you that you still have time to read, taking a peek to see how many pages are remaining, you can’t help but frown. There are only a handful of pages remaining. The story doesn’t seem like it will be concluded in the limited space remaining. The instability of the relationship is starting to amass into a full on break between them, the spiteful word growing more frequent.

You’re reading quickly - verging on speed reading, trying to figure out what happens. Todd always scolds you when you do this. You can hear him in your head telling you to slow down and take in the nuances of the piece.

The characters are fighting in the car on the way home. A split is definitely upcoming, you feel. Mia in a moment of anger, has removed her engagement ring. It was a symbol of hope that you were holding out for them. She throws it directly at James. Flipping the page, you take in the script.

James reacts to Mia throwing the ring at him.

Cut To:

Collision of James and Mia’s car with another vehicle, a drunk driver who missed an overpass. Vehicles are spun into a mangled mess. James and Mia’s car is upside down when the vehicles finally come to a stop.

FADE OUT

Cut to:

JAMES

Coughing, wipes his face to find blood. A dripping above him causes his attention to be drawn to the roof of the car near his head. He reaches up his bloodied hand to pluck the engagement ring off the cloth surface, bringing it to his face the glint of it. Moments pass with a vacant expression on James’ face before recognition dawns. His breathing picks up, recollecting the impact of the vehicles. He begins to struggle due to the prolonged time he has been hanging upside down.

PAN OUT TO INCLUDE:

MIA

Out of focus while the camera still shows James’ progress.

JAMES: Mia? (A silent beat) Honey?

James pauses in his struggle against his seatbelt, trying to quiet his own breathing to listen for a reaction from his fiancée. He hears nothing. The ring drops, forgotten, back onto the roof of the car while James struggles against with seatbelt with more ferocity than before.

JAMES: Mia. Mia!

His voice is hoarse and in the midst of his thrashing around the car, the seatbelt releases him. He drops into a heap onto the roof of the car. Groaning in pain at the feeling of his injured, bloodied body slamming against the beaten vehicle. Sirens are beginning to announce their arrival gradually in the distance. James flails his hands around the crunched up metal in a desperate attempt for the feeling of Mia’s hand. When he collides with her wrist, he is gripping it furiously, desperately searching for a pulse.

He feels the frantic thump beneath his fingertips. He lets out a shaky sigh.

PARAMEDIC:

Sir? Sir, can you hear me?

Blood is beginning to puddle around his mouth, coughing, he lets out a strangled reply.

JAMES

Yes. Please I need you to help my fiancée.

He feels like he can barely get the words out. The blood is rushing around him.

PARAMEDIC:

Sir? Sir - I’m sorry…

He hears something in the distance the loud screech of a police radio. Female. Dead at the scene. He can’t comprehend the words. Everything feels too loud. The sirens, the talking, the damn blood is everywhere. He sees a drop of blood fall from his face to manacled car roof below him, splattering on the ring he had placed on the very hand he was now holding in a death grip. The blood is rushing in his ears and does his best to turn out the noises around him. Closing his eyes, his body goes stiff as his realizes, beneath the blood, the wrist in his hand is cold and the frantic thumping for he has mistaken for his sweet Mia had actually just been his own, thumping through his own skin, reverberating off the lifeless limb of her hand.

"What the fuck?" you mumble to yourself. You simply drop the screenplay on the seating area in front of you. You suck in a breath, trying to control the pressure in your chest and reign yourself back in.

When your phone rings, you barely even acknowledge the caller ID before answering, stuffy 'I've been a crying mess' voice and all. "Y-Yes?"

"Are you okay?" You can hear the concern in Jason's voice and it jolts you. You're still not used to the fact that you can just talk to this man on the phone at any given moment, let alone that he would express concern for you.

You give yourself a little shake, hoping not to embarrass yourself to much with him. You let out a sniffle and try to brush it off with a laugh, "I'm reading a script... I'm alright, I promise." You look at the clock and realize it's nearly time for the two of you to meet. The noise of the wind rustling through the phone indicated to you that he was on his way.

Jason doesn't immediately reply but you can hear his breathing and the ambiance of the city. "I'm almost there. Do you need a key card to use the elevators?" He pauses waiting for your affirmation. "Ok, call down and let them know I'll need access. Take a breath. One block left and I'll be at your lobby doors."

You juggle the hotel phone to notify the reception area of Jason's arrival. Returning to the phone to the hook, you lean back on your bed with a sigh, "Okay. Your set."

The background noise lessens and you can hear Jason's footsteps on your lobby floor through the phone. Someone from reception must have met him at the front door, you can hear someone through the phone explaining how to use the key card in the elevators. "They told me your floor and room number." He teases into the phone. "You seem a little steadier now."

Suddenly realizing that he is in the elevator about to walk into your room, glancing around you see scripts littered all over the desk, the bed in disarray, you reach back up and throw the covers back up onto the bed.

Jason laughs through the phone as you hear what sounds like an elevator ding and echoing down your hall. "I hear rustling. What are you doing?"

"I'm trying to not make you think I'm a complete slob." You stop when you hear Jason's knuckles rap on your door, echoing through the phone into your ear.

You cross the room, still clutching the phone to your ear and open the door to see him end the call and pocket his phone. His smile washes away any lingering sadness, replacing it with a rush of adrenaline that sends waves of heat down your body. He steps to you and leans close, his eyes searching yours for a hint of sadness as his hands lightly touch over your cheeks and down your neck. "Alright now?"

Aside from the overwhelming urge to throw yourself at him, you're good.

You inhale slowly, his scent mixing with the still lingering hint of toothpaste on his breath. You reach up to grasp one of his wandering hands in your own. "I feel a little silly now, to tell you the truth. It just caught me off guard." You release his hand as much as you don't want to and step back to allow him to fully step into your room. With the two of you in it, you can't help but notice the room now seems quite small.

Jason's eyes fall on the script that you failed to pick up. He strides over and scoops it up, holding it out in front of him. "Is this the culprit? Mind if I take a look?"

You step forward, flipping to the offending scene and allow him a moment alone while you step into the bathroom to freshen yourself up. You don't seem to have suffered too much damage, thank god.

You stand in the doorway to find Jason, eyebrows furrowed, biting his lip. When he glances up and sees you, he says, "They're marketing this as a romance? This is a tragedy."

"I know. But.. at any rate, I'm hooked enough to want to audition for the part." You look down taking in your bare feet. "Oh, I'm so sorry! I'm going to make us late." You scurry towards the dresser to finish getting your look together. You turn back just in time to notice the flit of Jason's eyes run back up your body to your face.

He clears his throat, maybe a little embarrassed at being caught. He fiddles with the sunglasses tucked into his hoodie, allowing the fabric to pull down and you can't help but wonder about the skin beneath that hoodie and the chest hair you've seen in many pictures from the internet. He replies, "We won't be late. There's no real time crunch. Hopefully just a pleasant day."

You take in a moment to take in his appearance. The Arthur Bryant Hat, the Kansas City Chiefs hoodie. You need to speak. You need to stop staring at him like a starved animal.

"Um, I hope all the articles aren't causing any issues between you and Brett."

You glance up to find that Jason doesn't appear upset. "I really don't mind at all. Brett and I are fine, I promise."

Giving you one final look over, he asks, "Ready to go?"

You nod and make your way out towards the elevators. You decide to try to pester him for more info. "Any hints on where we're going?"

The only thing he offers up isn't much help at all. "Just something that gives us a little bit of a different pace than our lives tend to offer."

Someone from reception waves you down before you can make it to far from the elevator doors. "Just a heads up - going out the front entrance might be a little complicated." Jason gives an appreciative smile to the front clerk, who motions toward the other side of the building, "Someone will be there to meet you at the opposite door. Hope it helps..." You thank them and make your way towards the side door. Jason holds the door open for you and pauses to thank the employee waiting to guide out to the side street. He falls into step beside you and you steal the occasional glance at his face while the pair of your make your way down the sidewalk.

"Brett says you're planning on staying for a week, I assume from stack of scripts up there, you're deciding what project to take on next." He flashes a quick smile at you before turning his head back to mind the foot traffic.

“I’ve been avoiding making any decisions. Todd isn’t happy that I’ve taken this long. I was tempted to just run right back to theater, to something safe, something familiar..” you look up to see Jason’s face. He is nodding along. “I’m used to be known in my little community but it’s nothing like my experience out here.”

You both pause to cross the street at the crosswalk and Jason takes advantage to sway his body towards yours, briefly connecting his side to yours, burrowing next to you. “I keep hopping back to comedy clubs from time to time myself. I’m sure you’ll be wonderful no matter what path you choose.”

You soak up the contact between the two of you, particularly pleased that he seems to be the one initiating it. “Thank you for the vote of confidence.”

“There’s plenty more where that came from.” He fires back.

It doesn’t take long to cover the distance of a few blocks before Jason catches your arm as you walk past the entrance to one of the numerous public parks in the area. You give him a questioning look, “What?”

Intertwining his arm with yours, Jason leads you into the park. “I just figured it might be nice to walk around, enjoy the area, while the weather is inviting.”

You nod, silently agreeing. It’s been a while since you’ve spent an extended period of time outdoors since finishing filming.

Jason’s attention seems to be drawn towards a building a little in the distance. “What is it?” You ask.

He whips his head back to you, almost seeming a little caught off guard. “Oh - I just.. I did an interview once where they let us rent a row boat and go out into the water and I was just wondering…” he trails off. He squeezes your arm and steers you toward the building.

“It might not be the right time of year. Sometimes there’s only a limited few week period where places rent out canoes.” You reply.

“You wanna check it out?”

How could you say no to him? “Sure.”

You watch the attendant’s reaction to your approach. She does a double take at the sight of Jason. Relatable.

Jason smiles at her, “Hi. Do you rent out row boats here?”

She nods slowly, like she can’t quite believe it. Right there with you, sister.

“Yes. It’s um- ten dollars per hour… I’ll radio down.” She squeaks out a reply, eyes still wide with wonder. He thanks her and pulls some money from his pocket. As you walk down to the waterfront, the attendant seems to find her confidence and yells, “I love you!”

He laughs, flashing a bright smile back at her. “Thank you! I love you back.”

Once you arrive at the water, you tell him, “you just made her day, you know.”

“I’ll have to remember to get a picture with her if she’s still working when we’re finished. That is if you don’t mind?” He looks at your curiously.

“Of course not! I’d be offended if you didn’t. There’s so many people that adore you, it’s nice to know you aren’t a dick.”

Once you’re in the boat, Jason takes control of the oars. You take a moment to drink in his presence, grabbing your phone to snap a few photos of him, operating the boat and deciding which direction to take it.

He gives you a quizzical look, “I’ve got to document this showing off. Imagine, Jason Sudeikis trying to impress a girl with his rowing.”

He laughs and when he speaks his voice is a few octaves lower, “Yes. Determinedly so.”

God, the way this man flusters you.

He stops rowing, resting his arms against the oars and looking directly at you. “There you are. Flustered again. You have to know that only encourages me more.”

You halfheartedly glare at him. “I seem to get flustered whenever I’m near you, Jason. No matter the activity. All you have to do is… that.” You say gesturing towards his body.

He smiles at you joyfully and your breath hitches in your throat.

With a little more rowing from Jason, the boat reaches a small shade provided by a small batch of trees that sit near a tiny island in the center of the body of water. After securing the oars, he stretches his legs out.

You lose all track of time, floating around the water, tearing your way through any topic you can think of. You love his laugh and being able to be the one to elicit it brings you a lovely sense of pride.

The growling of your stomach makes you both realize that you've been out on the water for about 2 hours and some food could do you good.

"Alright, let's feed you." Jason quips, swinging the boat back around to head toward the docks.

Jason helps you out of the boat and you can hear the clicking of cameras. The photographers outside of your hotel seemed to have finally tracked you down. You just hope you don't fall and make a fool of yourself, the thought makes you grip Jason's hand harder. Walking back through the park towards the building where you rented to boats, you see the attendant that helped the two of you is still on her shift and you watch Jason pop over, taking a selfie with her and chatting a bit. There's a few in the growing crowd that recognize you and ask for some pictures, which you're all too happy to oblige. It's still something you're getting used to.

Jason makes his way back over to you, dipping his head towards your ear. "We will get food after this - though we might need to call for some help."

You decide to take matters into your own hands to try to help the situation. Addressing the smaller group of people in front of you, you decide to ask, "Hey - does anybody have any suggestions for where to grab something to eat?"

Jason smiles at you before leaning over to better hear one woman's suggestion.

"That sounds amazing. And you said they have Gelato?" Jason glances towards you and you both silently seem to agree you know where you're headed. A few moments later, park security comes in to clear out the crowd, making sure there's a path for your two of you to make it out safely. Jason's hand finds its way to your back as he guides you along the street to your destination.