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#she was hell touched (Rebecca)
waywardcrow · 2 months
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This is a request from @tianalsworld and I loved it so much! Hope you like it!
Pairing: Mob!Bucky x f!reader.
TW: Very light talk about the mob, sexual innuendos, suggestive comments, a little of angst and threaths from reader, no use of y/n, minors dni. English is not my first language so let me know if I make any grammar mistakes.
Graphics by @ firefly-graphics so all the credits to the creator.
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“Hello, doll, you look astonishing today” you rolled your eyes at Bucky’s greeting, ignoring the jump your heart gave in your ribcage, you hated this man.
“Don’t call me doll, Barnes” you hissed, focused in getting the right amount of glass sugar in your mix “save that for the rich ladies attending your party tonight.”
Without giving him a glance you moved around your kitchen, the sun was barely up and your staff would not be there for another half an hour, still you couldn’t sleep. This was your first big event, you were working for a criminal family, yes but you were finally being recognized for your abilities, no longer shoved aside by stupid snobs who believed they were better than you for attending international schools and a manwhore like James Buchanan Barnes would not ruin this for you, no matter how hot he was.
“It’s jealousy what I hear?” he asked and got hit in the hand by you when he went to touch a hot tray.
“In your dreams, Barnes” his mother, the one who hired you, gave you full permission to deal with her son’s antics, knowing damn well his Casanova attitude.
“In my dreams you are sweeter with me, love”
“Well, in reality I have very sharp knives so go and bother someone else” you ordered and his laugh echoed in the empty fancy walls.
“Always making me smile, doll. Keep up with this and we’re going to end up married” Bucky stole a sugar cookie before you could react and walking backwards to the door, he blew you a kiss.
“When hell freezes over!” still, you didn’t believed a word.
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Hours later, your kitchen was the complete opposite of what it was in the morning.
Chaos reigned everywhere but you controlled it, disappointing Winnifred Barnes wasn’t an option. Your hands ached, your feet were numb but the adrenaline running through your veins was enough to keep going shouting orders and prepping dishes, your brain going faster that your body and before you could notice, it was over.
The waiters were bringing everything back; the guests went home and your boss went to kiss you twice in the cheeks, beaming with happiness.
“It was perfect, dear, I knew since I saw you that you could do great things” Mrs. Barnes was like the classy ladies you used to see in magazines but she was always so nice to you, you couldn’t help but smile at her, happy for having her approval.
“I’m glad you liked it, Mrs. Barnes”
“I loved it but now, it’s time for you to rest a little, you earned it, we can talk about this and everything else in the morning” with a soft touch to your cheek, she left the kitchen, thanking the staff one more time.
You did the same minutes after, excusing yourself to go for some air you made your way to the garden.
It was only your first month in the Barnes mansion but it felt like a whole life, this could give you a lot of trouble but it was the best job you had so far and if you were totally honest with yourself, you were too enamored with the Barnes family to leave them.
Winnie was so sweet to you, so was the youngest daughter Rebecca and Mr. Barnes was always so polite, asking about your day and if you needed something, then there was Bucky.
The first time you saw him, you thought he was the most beautiful man you ever met and you still thought that way but being familiar with the endless list of women he slept with, it was the safest choice to stay away.
“There she is” Bucky’s voice broke through the night and then he was standing next to you “come, sweetheart, I have something for you.”
He pulled you by the hand and took you inside the house again with little effort, you were so tired.
“Barnes let go, I’m not going anywhere with you” making him stop you tried to pull your hand from his but he didn’t listened.
“Relax, doll, here is not where I go on my knees for you” the lack of food was playing with your mind, did he said what you heard he said?
He made you go in the balcony where a table was set with dishes of your food, candles and wine.
“What- what are you doing?” was your only question when he led you to your chair to pull it and help you take a seat.
“I figure you haven’t eaten all day so I picked your favorites” he explained like if he did this every day while pouring some wine for you.
It was true all your favorite foods were there, even the wine you were dying to try since you saw it in the mansion’s cellar.
“I mean, why are you doing this?” you asked taking a sip of your glass, it would hurt when he finally give up on you and go to the next conquer but it would be for the better.
“Because you take care of everyone here, I thought someone should take care of you for once” Bucky explained unfolding his napkin with something that looked like a nervous attitude but that wasn’t impossible, he was a fuckboy, a manwhore, the type of man that sleeps in a different bed every night and you were… you, there was no way you made him nervous.
“That’s very kind, Bucky” you admitted and his smile was shiny enough to dare the stars in the sky.
“Maybe this way you would see I’m a good guy and go out with me” he winked and maybe it was how tired you were or the wine but you laughed.
“When hell freezes over, Barnes.”
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Here I am, obssesing over one more mob!Bucky and it feels great! Let me know what you think.
Love, Lily.
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onceuponaoneshotfanfic · 11 months
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Superstar (Superstar Chapter 1)
I'm no one special, just another wide-eyed girl
Who's desperately in love with you
Give me a photograph to hang on my wall, superstar
The Reader is thrilled to start a new job at AFC Richmond- especially since it means working with a certain player-turned-coach.
Roy Kent x Reader
2.7k words
Warnings: language (because Roy Kent); I’m a bit rusty so forgive my writing!
A/N: Been having some horribly bad writer’s block in addition to work stress. Thankfully my man Roy Kent helped me finally break through!!!
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“Well, there she is!” Coach Ted Lasso waved enthusiastically as I parked my car in the staff lot. Next to him stood Rebecca Welton, who offered the tiniest of waves and something of an apologetic smile.
I took a deep breath, my hand hovering over the driver’s side door. First day on the new job: coach’s assistant. Between three coaches, there was a lot going on; they needed someone to handle communication, schedules, and small tasks so they could focus on training and (hopefully) winning. Having grown up just around the corner from Nelson Road, it felt almost like an honor to be part of the organization.
In a blur, Ted had firmly shaken my hand for what felt like an eternity, yammered off about a dozen Lasso-isms that I wasn’t quite sure I heard correctly, and ushered me into the building, all with Rebecca following along, interjecting short corrections and reassurances every time Ted paused to take a breath.
“And this here’s the locker room,” Ted announced with a small flourish. “Now, the boys tend to be pretty modest, the only one you may see too much of is Jamie, but if you just throw a towel in his face, he’ll take the hint.” He opened the door, gesturing for me to follow.
Rebecca touched my arm gently, that tight smile still on her face. “I should be going. But please, let me know if there’s anything you need. You’re in great hands,” she added, nodding towards Ted. “Welcome to Richmond.” With another touch to my arm, she was gone.
I followed Ted into the changing room. A few guys were milling about, still in their street clothes, chattering and beginning to put their things away. They looked up when I entered, offering small nods of acknowledgement. Ted rattled off their names, all familiar to me. I made mental notes about how each one smiled and shook my hand, trying to take snapshots in my brain so I could describe every moment to my family later that night.
After meeting all the players that Ted called “early birds”, I followed Ted into the coaches’ offices, where I was quickly introduced to Coach Beard, who nodded from behind a tattered copy of Either/Or.
“Now, Coach Beard and I share this office,” Ted was explaining. “You’ll be right through here. Hope ya don’t mind sharing!” He led me through the side door to another office. “I’m sure you know this ray of sunshine here is Roy Kent.”
My stomach jumped to my throat as the man in black track pants and a dark Richmond shirt glanced up from his desk. As if I really needed to be introduced to the man whose poster still hung above the bed in my childhood bedroom. Several kits sporting his name and number hung in my closet. Hell, for one birthday my jokester dad even got me a cardboard cutout of the man. It currently sat folded in the back of a closet in my flat, but it often made an appearance in my living room when I hosted game day parties with my mates.
I was pretty sure if I dug far enough in my parents’ attic, I’d find my school notebooks with “Mrs. Roy Kent” scribbled all over them.
And now he sat in front of me, staring up at me through thick eyelashes that made me go weak in the knees. A half scowl appeared on his face. “You’re the assistant then?” He offered his hand.
I nodded, praying that neither coach could see my body trembling slightly as I reached out to shake Roy Kent’s hand. “I- I am.”
Ohmygod ohmygod I’m shaking Roy Kent’s hand I’m touching Roy Kent Roy Kent spoke to me Roy Kent is looking at me ohmygod ohmygod.
It felt far too soon when he let go of my hand. “Well, as long as you keep your shit off my desk and don’t wear any rancid perfume, we should be fucking fine.” He nodded behind him toward an empty desk. “That’s you.” Without another word, he stood up, grabbed the notebook he had been drawing in, and left.
Ted beamed at me. “Well now, that went great! That’s about as charming as you can expect Roy to be, so count yourself lucky. Now, why don’t you get yourself settled and we’ll see you in the locker room in about ten minutes?”
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“D’you like kebabs?”
I turned my head, pausing my fingers above my keyboard. “Excuse me?”
With a giant sigh, Roy swiveled around in his chair, leaning his elbows on his knees. “Kebabs. D’you like ’em?”
“Uh, I guess.” I scrunched my nose as I stared at him. After two weeks of working for Richmond, this was the first time Roy had spoken to me so directly. Up until now, it had been mostly grunts and growls in my general direction. But, after years of watching him on the pitch, I knew by the look in his eye that he didn’t hate me- at least, not any more than he hated the rest of the world. And that was fine enough with me.
“You guess?” There was that scowl. “You either fuckin’ like ‘em or you don’t.”
It took all my strength to suppress my grin. God, he was just as gorgeous as when I used to watch him play on the television. “Fine, fine. I like kebabs.”
With a suddenness that almost made me jump in my seat, Roy stood up. “Okay.” Without another word, he walked out of our office.
About twenty minutes later, a Styrofoam container slammed onto my desk. I looked up at Roy, who towered over me, a plastic bag clutched in his fist. He glowered at me.
“Thanks, Roy,” I managed, opening the box. Sure enough, kebabs. I smiled up at him, but his eyes were scanning my desk.
“That your family?” He pointed at a frame that held a photo my family had taken during a camping trip.
“Oh, yeah. My folks and brothers. They live not far from here. We grew up huge Richmond fans.”
His eyes continued to roam my work area. “What, no pictures of your boyfriend? Is he fuckin’ ugly or somethin’?”
My cheeks heated up. “No boyfriend.” Somewhere inside me, boldness surged forward. “What about you? I don’t see your model of the week on your desk.”
He smirked. Ohmygod he smirked. “I’m too fucking old for that shit now.”
“Uh huh.” I couldn’t make myself say anything else. All I could see was that smirk, and those brown eyes. Until I realized he was waiting for me to say something. Speak, you idiot! “I like kebabs,” I blurted. Shit.
The smirk softened slightly. “So I heard.”
For a moment he just stood there, smiling down at me. Then he cleared his throat, glancing at the bag in his hand. “Don’t tell anyone I got you lunch. They’ll be trying to make me some fuckin’ errand boy if they find out.”
“Your secret’s safe with me.”
With a small hmmf, Roy nodded and headed back to his desk. I smiled down at the container on my desk and returned to my work, ignoring my burning cheeks.
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“What does Jamie Tartt smell like?”
“Is the gaffer really like that in person?”
���Did you pass out when you met Roy Kent?”
Swallowing the bite of pasta I had been chewing on, I grinned at my family. “Tartt wears a homemade combo of Tom Ford, Dior, and Juicy Couture that he calls ‘Tartt by Tartt’. Coach Lasso is exactly what he seems. And Roy Kent…”  I cleared my throat and prayed my face wasn’t completely red. “He’s fine.” My voice cracked slightly. “We, uh share an office. He got me kebabs for lunch last week.”
“Come off it,” I scoffed. “Or else I’ll take back those VIP tickets I got you for your birthday.”
“Ooh, Roy Kent bought you kebabs?” my dad hummed, grinning at me pointedly. “My future son-in-law, the football superstar.”
Before my dad could retort, the doorbell rang. I jumped up, relieved to have a distraction.
“I’ve got it!” I just about sprinted down the hall to the front door, confident it was our elderly neighbor asking to borrow the spare key, as she did at least once a week. Instead, when I threw the door open, I found Roy Kent on my parents’ front porch.
“We should really put a fucking tracking device on you,” he grumbled as he moved past me into the entryway.
I stared at him, closing the door. “Um, not to be rude, but why are you here? At my mum and dad’s house?”
He shoved a manila envelope into my hands. “Some papers Lasso wanted you to work on if you can this weekend. Said it was important. I dunno, I don’t fucking listen to him when he yammers.”
“Oh.” I placed the envelope on a nearby table and folded my arms. “And how-how did you know where I was?”
Roy wiggled his phone in the air. “You’re one of those idiots that has their Snapchat locations on. You’re gonna get fucking murdered one of these days y’know.”
Right. Ted had made us all join multiple Snapchat groups with him; he was adamant about keeping our streaks.
I couldn’t help but grin. “And you’re gonna murder me?”
“Not today.” A small smirk cracked through that grizzled face. “But apparently if I wanted to, you’d be easy as hell to find.”
“I’ll just have to keep being a good officemate then,” I supposed teasingly. Am I flirting with Roy Kent?!
“You’re doing a fine job so far.” Roy took a step towards me, looking down at me.
Is he flirting back?!
My brain short-circuited. “Um, well I…” I coughed, looking around the entryway, as if I hadn’t walked through it my entire life. “Thanks for uh, bringing those papers.” A question interrupted the high-pitched buzzing in my brain. “Why’d you bring it by the way?”
Roy cleared his throat and took a step back, allowing a respectful space between us again. “Told you, Lasso said it’s important.”
“Yeah…” I started slowly. “But I’m sure it’s something you guys could’ve sent Will to do. Or something Ted would probably love to do, tracking me down to my dad’s birthday dinner. Why are you-?”
“He’s here! He’s there! He’s every-fucking-where! Roy Kent!” Beaming, my dad burst past me and clapped a hand on Roy’s shoulder as Roy stared at him with wide eyes. “Oh hell, Roy Kent’s in my foyer!” He turned and faced me. “I can’t believe you got Roy Kent to come down here! You’re my favorite kid, you can tell your bloody brothers that anytime.” He grabbed Roy’s hand and started pumping it, reminding me of the first time I had met Ted. “It’s an honor to have you here. Absolute honor.”
I finally found my voice. “Dad, Roy’s just here giving me some stuff for work. He’s not here for your-”
“What kind of cake do you have?” Roy’s gruff voice interrupted.
“Chocolate,” my dad answered. “M’wife made it herself. And we have plenty of pasta if you’re hungry.”
Roy unzipped his jacket. “Then happy fucking birthday. Let’s eat.”
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A half hour later, I was still in a state of shock. Roy Kent was sitting next to me in my parents’ dining room, chatting with my dad and eating my mum’s pasta. He took all everyone’s questions in stride, not seeming to mind how obsessed my brothers were. He only growled at them twice- once when they asked about his knee, and again when they said how much they like Jamie Tartt. Of course, they made kissy faces whenever Roy wasn’t looking, and my mum kept raising her eyebrows at me with a twinkle in her eye, but the dinner was much less painful that I had expected.
And getting to sit there with Roy’s arm pressed against mine? A dream come true.
My dad cleared his throat as my brothers began clearing the plates. “I think it’s time for presents and cake then?”
I stood up; my arm felt cold after having Roy’s arm keeping it warm. “I’ll be right back, gotta go get your present.” I pressed a kiss on my dad’s head as I passed by. “Don’t embarrass me,” I hissed, giving his shoulder a squeeze. He offered me an assuring wink.
I quickly went up the stairs to my old bedroom, not completely closing the door behind me. Since I was planning to spend all weekend a their house, I had just haphazardly thrown all my things into the room when I had arrived after work. I regretted it now, noting that my idiot brothers could be saying anything to Roy while I searched for the envelope holding my dad’s birthday card and the tickets to Richmond’s next match.
I groaned. “Where the hell-”
“Ah, this isn’t the fucking loo.”
I whirled around. Roy stood in my doorway, eyebrows slightly raised as he glanced around the room. My cheeks burned as I watched him take in all the Richmond posters, which disproportionately featured his bearded face.
He is never going to talk to me again, a panicky voice in my head whimpered.
To my surprise, a small smirk formed on his face as he quietly closed the door behind him. “Why the fuck are there so many pictures of me in this room?” he asked, a chuckle escaping his lips.
I cleared my throat and stood up, straightening out my top as I cursed my teenage self for being so obsessed. “I, uh, I told you. My family’s huge Richmond fans. You’re kind of our favorite player. Hence, my dad’s excitement when he saw you.” I winced. Lame, lame, lame.
“So…” He stuck his hands in his pockets, still looking around the room at the embarrassing number of photos of himself. “Does that mean I’m your favorite too?”
Somehow, my cheeks grew warmer. “I… I mean… I guess.”
His eyes moved upward and widened slightly.
Fuck.
“Is that a fucking poster of me above your bed?”
I shifted my weight, wishing that somehow the carpet beneath me would spontaneously turn into a black hole. “Oh, you know, gotta keep the monsters away somehow.” You’re fired. You are so freaking fired for being a creepy fangirl.
Roy let out a bark of a laugh. “That’s what I’m good for? Scaring away fucking monsters?”
With a groan, I covered my face and collapsed on my bed. “Please don’t tell anyone,” I grumbled. “This was my room when I used to live here, I was a dumb kid. I swear to God, my flat is normal. A normal adult flat.”
The bed squeaked as I felt someone sit beside me. When I peeked out between my fingers, Roy was looking at me with a hint of concern on his face.
“Hey, no need to be fucking embarrassed.” He glanced up at the poster that now laid directly above us. “Can’t say I blame you. I was young and hot.”
Despite my inner anguish, I moved my hands and grinned. “You’re not that much older now, Kent,” I teased.
He raised his eyebrows at me. “I’m still hot then?”
Before I could come up with some clever retort, Roy cupped my face and leaned close. “Please say yes,” he said softly.
I gulped, knowing he could definitely feel it. “Yes,” I whispered.
He gently pressed his lips against mine, a soft, small kiss that made me melt closer to him. His beard tickled my face as his hand stroked my cheek. Roy Kent is kissing me Roy Kent is kissing me Roy Kent is kissing me.
When Roy let go, a tiny giggle escaped my lips. He smiled at me- a real smile, the one I had seen maybe a small handful of times on television over the years. He opened his mouth to say something-
“Oi!” A loud knock banged on the door. “Mum and Dad want to know if you’re snogging Roy Kent in there!”
Roy grinned at me, still holding my face. “Don’t suppose I can tell your brother to fuck off?”
I wrinkled my nose. “’d rather you didn’t,” I whispered.
“Well then.” Roy stood up, stretching out his hand to help me to my feet. “Guess we should go have some fucking cake.” He nodded up towards the poster above my bed. “You should bring that thing to work sometime. I can fucking autograph it if you want.”
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pablitogavii · 9 months
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More Jealous gavi please
Theater
In this story, Rebecca is your best friend and Pedri's gf!
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You were helping Pablo put on his tie since you agreed to go to the theater together to watch Hamlet together for your date night. Pedri and Rebecca came over to look after your kitten while you were gone since Aurora wasn't in town to take her.
On the TV was a very big game Real Madrid vs Man United and both Pablo and Pedri had their eyes glued on the screen trying to see every detail. It was a big deal for them and they wanted Madrid to loose after the bad Classico they had at Camp Nou.
"I can't believe you're going to the premier of Hamlet!! I'm so jealous! Doesn't Luca act the main role? Girl, he is so freaking hot!!" Rebecca whined that she couldn't go since it was true the main actor was quite an attraction for every girl in Spain.
"I can't believe you're gonna miss this hermano! It will be one hell of a game!" Pedri said and Pablo rolled his eyes at him telling him shut up and not make it worse.
He loved hate nights with you and was happy to bring you to the theater if that will make you happy but for him it wasn't really something he liked or understood at all.
"Um..amor you sure you want to go with me tonight? I mean if you really wanna watch the game instead.." you started but he quickly kissed you reassuring you that he wants to take you to the theater if you love it that much.
"Dios!" Pedri interrupted and both of the watched until screaming "GOALLLL!!" on top of their lungs when Man United scored while you girls shook your heads chuckling at their passionate reaction.
"Oh come on girl! He doesn't even want to go!! Just take me! Please! Please! Please!" Rebecca begged you and you sighed walking up to Pablo who was still focused on the screen until you touched his arm.
"In case you really wanna watch this game..I could go with Rebecca instead? I wouldn't mind cariño" you said and he asked if you promise and when you nodded he kissed you happily sitting besides Pedri while Rebecca cheered fixing her lipstick.
If only Pablo knew the trouble this would cause, he would have never agreed to stay behind and let you leave on your own..
The next morning
You came in late having met the main actor after the premier which made Becca go absolutely crazy. Apparently actor was a big football fan and asked you both to go backstage to meet them in person. How crazy!
He was certainly flirtatious with your but you never though much on it since he knew you were Pablo's girlfriend and it was probably the last time you will ever talk to him.
"Mmm buenos dias.." you woke up moving your messy hair form your face looking at Pablo who was already wide awake coming back from his morning training and bringing you a cup of coffee to bed.
"Buenos dias mi amor..you really came late last night?" he said giving you the cup and you nodded telling him all about meeting the actor and spending some time backstage with Becca.
"He gave us four tickets for the premier of his next piece this weekend if you wanna go?" you said although pablo was not really in a good mood after hearing about night backstage time you had with the supposed actor. Even though you weren't alone and Becca was there, he still disliked that he wasn't by your side.
"He gave you the tickets?" Pablo said suspiciously wondering why would he want to do such a thing if he knew she was already taken?
"Yeah, and said that he was a big football fan too. So the four of us can go all together?" you said and Pablo nodded his head pretending to be happy about it when deep down he wanted to punch that stupid guys face. Pablo knew he had something up his sleeve!
During the training
"Hermano I hate theater! Joder! You have to be quiet for hours and can't even move if you need to go pee! I'm not going!" Pablo said to Pedri while they were doing push ups on the pitch in order to warm up.
"You have to go! Have you heard he gave your girl his phone number?" Pedri said and Pablo's mouth went dry..he didn't know that..why wouldn't you tell him that this morning?
"So what? Maybe he is just being nice or whatever" Pablo clearly lied because he was just as worried as Pedri about this whole thing.
"I heard he already broke off five different relationships! All the girls are crazy about him and you think he's just being friendly!? Don't be stupid Pablo! We are going! Claiming what's ours!" Pedri said and Pablo nodded knowing that he will not just let you go without a fight!
At the night of the premier
After watching the show for three hours, Luca and his friend invited the four of you for a drink at the bar. You two girls gladly agreed and the boys didn't have much of a choice than t go along with it.
"Are you sure you've never acted on any TV show before?? I definitely seen your face somewhere??" Luca said to you with those dreamy eyes and you blushed at the sudden attention from everyone on the table while shaking your head no. You were a very shy girl and any attention made you embarrassed.
"Classic pick up line.." Pedri whispered to Pablo meanwhile whole hold on my thigh tightened and I looked at him with raised eyebrows as he relaxed.
"That's a shame..your face belongs on big screens" Luca said finishing his whiskey and ordering another one. You smiled but were still a bit uncomfortable that he felt free to speak to you in such a way with your boyfriend right besides you.
"There is a small role we are casting if you are interested?" Luca's friend said and your eyes sparkled being an actress always being your secret dream but due to your shyness you never gave it a try. Pablo was giving them a death glare seeing right through their act but didn't have the heart to ruin your happiness at this moment.
"R..really??" you said and Luca nodded saying it was made for you. You looked towards Pablo with big puppy dog eyes really wanting to try this and hoping he would be alright with it.
"Could I try out cariño???" you said and Pablo wanted to scream 'hell no!" while grabbing your hand and bringing you home immediately but seeing your adorable pout all he could do was nod.
"Yay!!!" you cheered kissing Pablo's lips before talking about details of the audition while he looked at Pedri's disapproving face.
To Pablo and Pedri
"Are you insane!? You are going to let her go to that audition all alone after the way that actor flirted with her in front of your eyes!? Estas loco!?" Pedri said to Pablo everything he already knew.
"She was excited about it! I couldn't say no when she looked at me like that hermano...joder!" Pablo said feeling frustrated with the whole situation!
"Don't you know what goes on during those auditions??" Pedri said and Pablo shook his head starting to be fearful of the answer.
"Those actors promise girls to make their dreams come true..only if they first give them something in return..don't be so naive!" Pedri's words were making blood in Pablo's veins pulsate as his face got red in anger.
"Alright, chicos ready for the training?" Xavi interrupted the conversation suddenly but Pablo had no interest on pushing these thoughts away.
"I gotta go!" he just grabbed his bag and left without a word knowing he would get in trouble alter but he just had to see you and talk about this!
At home
"Amor!! You home!" Pablo rushed into your shared bedroom seeing that you were doing your makeup wearing one of his favorite red dresses.
"I'm getting ready for my audition" you answer turning around and asking him how you look to which he was unusually quiet about.
"Why does it matter how you look!? Are you going there for him to look at you or to act??" Pablo was clearly agitated Pedri's words echoing in his ears about you 'giving something' to that actor in exchange for the role you so desperately want.
"Why are you yelling Pablo?? What got you so angry amor? Tell me.." your voice was soft as you walked up to him and placed your hands on his face gently and he relaxed leaning into your touch.
"I know what happens during those auditions.." he said and you were even more confused now. What the hell was he talking about!?
"Pablo, what's going on with you?? You've been strange since the premiere" you said and he looked away from your eyes clenching his jaw.
"He is going to fuck you for that role!" Pablo's words left his mouth before he could stop them regretting them the moment he looked at your shocked face. What the hell did he just say!?
"Excuse me!? Is that what you really think about me Pablo Gavira!? I can't..believe..I gotta go!" you pushed past him and he tried grabbing your wrist but you pulled away.
"Amor, please don't go! I didn't mean it like that..I know you would never do that..but he.." Pablo spoke but you were so angry that none of his words meant anything in that moment.
"He is my friend and that's all..and you are a controlling..asshole!" you spat walking out and leaving him there on the bed frustrated and worried out of his mind.
You didn't reply to any of his messages for hours and Pablo was really starting to go crazy doing the only thing he could think of which was to call Pedri.
"Has Becca seen her at all today??" Pablo asked his friend
"Yeah, and now not only are you in trouble for what you said but I am as well for thinking you were right to be mad..I am sleeping on the couch because of you cabrón!" Pedri replied and Pablo rolled his eyes thinking he kind of deserve it for making him go crazy with his stupid talks.
During the audition
You went to the audition disregarding Pablo's protests especially after him acting like a jealous asshole earlier. You talked to Becca about it ready to give up on this whole thing but she reminded you that it was your dream and that Pablo had no right to say what he did.
"What can I do for you, my kind sir?" you said feeling uptight on that stage and having to speak in such a way to anybody who was not Pablo.
"It needs to be sexier..like you're trying to seduce him but still keep the shyness" one of the camera guys said and I felt my cheeks blush feeling very uncomfortable with the whole thing. What if Pablo was right?? What if Luca was really going to try something??
"Um..I don't know if.." you said but Luca walked up to you raising up your chin while smiling with charm but you pulled back telling him you weren't comfortable with him touching you.
"You might have to get comfortable with me touching you soon..if you want the role preciosa" he smirked and you felt your stomach flip in disgust..what did he just say?? why would he have to touch you at all??
"What do you mean?" you said not wanting to jump to any conclusions.
"For the sex scene?" camera guy said and you immediately walked off the stage grabbing your bag absolutely done with this whole thing.
"You didn't mention anything like that when we talked! I have a boyfriend I love very much and I have to decline this offer" you said and suddenly Luca's usually calm nature turned into angry one.
"You are a stupid little fangirl who knew exactly what she was getting herself into when she agreed on this right in front of the boyfriend..I bet you guys have an open relationship if he let you come here tonight" he tried coming closer but I pushed him back.
"You are disgusting! I argued with my own boyfriend because I thought he was just a jealous asshole but now I see he was right about you all along!" you spat before walking out and calling Becca to pick you up.
At Pedri's house
"Are you sure Pablo isn't here?" you said when she opened the door to you saying he went to be with Pablo a few hours ago since he was going crazy where you were at.
"He was right Becca..that disgusting asshole wanted to sleep with me for a role and I was so naive and stupid..I should have listened to Pablo" you were crying while she brought you a glass of water.
"He might have been right about Luca but he has no right to control who you can talk to like that..especially when girls drool all over them and we still menage to trust them!" Becca said and I knew she was right but all I wanted was to be in Pablo's arms right now.
"I just want him..and I am so worried how he feels right now.." you cried and she held you in her arms.
"And you think he worries how you feel? I told Pedri he is sleeping on the couch for agreeing with him! They are surely watching a game and drinking beer while we feel horrible and cry over here!" Becca said while you were still thinking about Pablo.
At Pablo's house
"She's surely fine hermano..maybe we jumped to conclusions" Pedri tried to reassure Pablo who felt awful about what he said to you never meaning to making you think he sees you in such a way.
"I am an idiot! A jealous idiot and she has every right to leave my pathetic ass!" Pablo said just as the door rang and they went to open it together wondering who it was.
“Amor??” Pablo said shocked to see you standing there with tearful eyes playing with edge of your dress. Were you crying!??
"Lo siento muchísimo Pablo!" you were definitely crying while hugging him tightly and he held you agains this chest kissing the top of your head lovingly glad that you were finally back in his arms.
"Que pasaba? Did someone hurt you preciosa??" Pablo was really freaking out that you were crying and apologizing terrified that something bad happened.
" Are we kicking someone's ass tonight!?" Pedri looked at Becca who was looking at the two of you hugging with a smile on her face. She was glad that no matter what you tow always found your way back to one another.
"No! Por favor don't Pablo.." you said fearfully when Pedri said that knowing that Pablo has a short fuse and last thing he needed right now was a scandal.
"Did that hijo de puta do something to you princesa??" Pablo repeated his question really tensing up while holding you.
"No..he tried but I left..I promise" you said but all Pablo saw was red when he heard that he 'tried' to do something. He was about to walk out and drive to his house and show him who is the only man allowed to touch what's his but you held him tightly begging him not to do anything.
"He's not worth it..please think about your career Pablo" you said but he didn't calm down at all wanting so badly to kick his ass.
"She's right hermano. We don't need a scandal" Pedri said knowing that his friend was nowhere near convinced.
"I don't fucking care! She is my girl and I can't let him get away with this!" Pablo was getting angrier but when you grabbed his bicep and stood in front of the door he finally stopped to look down at you.
"Please don't..for me" you whispered the last part and he used last bits of his strength to catch his breath and nod his head.
"We're heading home..sorry if what I said caused trouble but I only care about you amiga" Pedri said holding Becca's hand and you smiled kissing his cheek before hugging your best friend.
"I know Pedri, don't worry about it..and I talked to her to let you back in bed" you smiled at Becca who rolled her eyes and nodded her making Pedri very happy as they left you and Pablo finally alone.
Before bed
You were taking off your makeup when Pablo walked into the bedroom freshly out of shower looking towards you. It was his turn to apologize now..
"I might have been right about him..but preciosa..what I said was not right..I trust you and I don't think you would ever do something like that..because you're mi anjo precioso..and te amo muchisimo!" Pablo spoke looking down and you smiled getting up from the chair and walking to him. You held his face and kissed his lips lovingly.
"I love you too..so much..only you.." you said and he kissed you again pulling you into bed where you cuddled up together forgetting this whole situation all together now that you were back in each other's arms. <33
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Important information. SLEEPLESS IN SEATTLE. UPDATING AS I WATCH THE MOVIE ALONG BEAR WITH ME. The film they watched at the hotel is You've Got Mail, this is Sam and Rebecca's story. When they messaged each other not knowing who the other person was. Ted said Sleepless in Seattle was far superior. This is the one where airports play a significant part and it's about a man who lost his wife and has a son finding love again with the woman he never knew until the last second would be the one. He first sees her in an airport and is knocked sideways. By all accounts the last of Ted we will see will be in an airport based on previous seasons with first and last shot being a character’s face in the same location.
Also Rebecca mentioning she has a private jet and the thing with airports; SUSP AS HELL.
Keeley assumed the moment Rebecca spent with Dutch Guy was "Magic" This is also a quote from Sleepless in Seattle. Turns out it was Gezellig instead. But this is definitely where we're going. And that'll either be Dutch Guy or Ted. Both fit the man who lost their partner and have a kid formula. Definitely not Sam. But Ted tripped over the Red String of Fate, has the matchbook, loves Kenny Rogers, bakes the biscuits who are home to her, she carries his army man everywhere she goes. She hasn't been struck by lightning yet which to me means it's not Dutch Guy; Ted is leaving which means her world is about to be turned upside down. I keep the faith. i don't care.
AND there's a tear in Meg Ryan's wedding dress and she says oh no it's a sign to which her mum says "You don't believe in signs!" And Rebecca doesn't really believe in signs either! All the signs have been pointing to different people except the obvious one! They're there so she can see something about herself she completely missed.
FUCK MY LIFE. It's about making wishes!! Tom Hanks' son in the film wishes for his father to find a new wife!! His son is worried about his dad!!!
The psychiatrist on the radio is called Dr. Fieldstone FUUUUUUCK MEEEEE. IT WAS RIGHT THERE ALL ALONG.
Sam and Annie speak the same words at the same time in two different places, soulmatism right there!
Annie thought Sam sounded "Nice" on the radio and Ted is one of the "nicest" humans Rebecca has ever met!!
Quote from a guy : "This is fate, she's divorced and you need a new wife." (not talking about Annie here, it's another woman) "What is that thing when everything intersects?" To which Sam replies: "The Bermuda TRIANGLE."
One woman who writes to Sam after he was on the radio lives in OKLAHOMA!
Dr. Fieldstone tells Sam she can tell he is a good dad just like Beard told Ted!!
One woman says on the radio: "Why do you want to be with someone who doesn't love you?" (Michelle, anyone?)
"Sam, tell me what was so special about your wife?" "It was a million tiny little things then when you added them all up it just meant we were supposed to be together. I knew it the very first time I touched her it was like coming home, only to no home I had ever known!"
Annie asking a friend: "But when you met her (his wife), did you believe she was the only person for you? That in some mystical, cosmic way, it was fated?"
Sam's friend about relationships:
"Things are different, now. First, you have to be friends. You have to like each other."
Annie talks to her best friend about the concept of DESTINY.
Annie hires a private detective to run a background check on Sam!! Ted wanted Rebecca to do it with Dr. Jacob!
Wonderful addition by @doctorbeverlycrusher : Rebecca’s mom said a couple times that when she loves something, she loves it forever. The main song from Sleepless in Seattle, When I Fall in Love, starts with the lyric “When I fall in love, it will be forever”.
ANNIE MUNCHES ON SUNFLOWER SEEDS ON THE PLANE.
Sam's son to his dad: "Jessica says you and Annie never got together in that life, and your hearts are like puzzles with parts out of them and when you get together the puzzle's complete. The reason I know this and you don't is that I'm younger and purer so I'm more in touch with cosmic forces."
There's even a mention of Horticulture!
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We spotted the word Rainbow in the pub game, the romcommunism episode was called Rainbow. Let me leave you with the quote from Ted again.
"Now, it may not work out how you think it will or how you hope it does, but believe me, it will all work out. Exactly as it's supposed to."
I might be setting myself up for disappointment but the writers are building every step up to the cliff egde, baby!
Thank you for coming to my Ted Lasso Talk
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Queer Normal-World in SFF Books
Here are five books where being queer is the norm, aka there is no homophobia or transphobia at all! Not all these books are fluffy though -- most of them have heavy conflicts and a bunch of shit going down, but at least no one has a problem with anyone being gay!
These are my favorite kind of books and I have so, so many recommendations, so let me know if you ever want more of these :) And I can also absolutely do only fluffy queer books, too!
The Genesis of Misery, by Neon Yang
Mx. Yang's books are perfect for this type of prompt. The Genesis of Misery is their most recent, and the premise is absolutely killer. It follows Misery Nomaki (she/they), who is haunted by an apparition of an angel. While she is convinced she is mentally ill like her mother, and that her visions are a symptom, people around her seem more and more certain that she is actually some sort of messiah. 
I have my issues with The Genesis of Misery, but it’s a very creative sci-fi that’s worth the read. It includes mecha, interesting depictions of religion, which permeates the entire story, and, of course, excellent queer rep. We have characters who use neo-pronouns, a polyamory situationship and most characters are queer. Not to mention, it’s written by a queer and non-binary author, which is always a plus. It’s part of an on-going series, though, so be prepared to wait a little while for the sequel! 
Plus, The Locked Tomb fans might be interested to know that there’s a very cavalier-necromancer dynamic in this, and that Rebecca Roanhorse (who wrote Black Sun) described it as Joan of Arc meets Gideon The Ninth. 
Yep. You wanna read it, don’t you?
(Also, if for some reason you’re like: “gee, I really wish there was a black-and-white silent movie with a killer score that touched on these same themes”, then you should probably watch The Passion of Joan of Arc (Carl Theodor Dreyer, 1928). It’s not explicitly gay, but it is queer in my heart. And it rocks.)
The Locked Tomb Series, starting with Gideon The Ninth, by Tasmyn Muir
Since I mentioned it, I guess I might as well include The Locked Tomb in here! This is a Tumblr favorite, and with good reason, because The Locked Tomb fucking rocks. It’s hard to pitch it to someone without ruining the whole point of the series, but the first book follows a necromancer, Harrowhark and her sworn swords-woman, her cavalier, the butch-as-hell Gideon, as they’re summoned to the First House to compete to become Lyctors, the companions of God. 
Yeah, I know that’s a lot, and, to be honest, it’s probably not gonna make much sense to you at many points throughout the story, but that’s the point of The Locked Tomb - everything is confusing, and it’s about sapphics in space! 
The thing about this series is they’re the most unique books you’ll ever read. Every volume has a different approach to telling its story. There’s so many mysteries and it’s almost impossible to understand all the intricacies without sitting down and doing some work. The magic system is also the wonkiest, coolest thing - it involves eating people, sometimes, y’know. And, I promise, you’ll love every single second of it. Especially because there’s absolutely no homophobia or transphobia in any of it, and almost every character is queer as fuck - especially after the second book, when gender starts getting a little funky!
Winter’s Orbit, by Everina Maxwell
I love this book so much, and so know that it comes highly, highly recommended! I have a whole five star review on it you can check out here. (Do check trigger warnings, though! You should always, but especially for this one. I didn’t and they really got me!). 
Winter’s Orbit features my absolutely favorite trope - queer arranged marriage. (Nothing better - those three words and you know it’s gonna be a queer normal world, have some politics and probably be really fucking sweet.) This one is probably one of only ones out of this list where the romance is very predominant and serves as an important B plot. It’s also a standalone, but has a companion book in the same universe, called Ocean’s Echo, which rocks, too!
This one follows Jainan, a recent widower who is rushed into an arranged marriage with Prince Kiem in order to keep the alliance between their homelands intact. Together, they must navigate court intrigue I’m trying my best not to spoil and investigate Jainan’s ex-husband’s death, which might not have been an accident, after all...
In this sci-fi fantasy world, being queer is completely normal, and their system when it comes to gender is absolutely fascinating. People will wear little gender signifiers, like a wodden token for female, for instance, so that others know how to refer to them. It’s super cool to see these kind of things incorporated into the world-building, and it’s something you really only get when queer authors are behind the helm.
(Also, this was originally written online, and it was actually picked up and traditionally published! Which is so cool! Queer fics becoming traditionally published books is so rare, it’s so nice to see it actually happen!)
The Teixcalaan Series, starting with A Memory Called Empire, by Arkady Martine
This is another one of my favorites! I read it last year and it blew me away - so much so that I’ve been itching to re-read it ever since I finished the second book.
The Teixcalaan Series is a political sci-fi duology focusing on the themes of language, empire and cultural domination through imperialism. It’s amazing, and I wrote about it in a full-length review, here, if you wanna take a look! 
It follows Mahit Dzamare, from the tiny Lsel Station, who becomes the ambassador to the huge Teixcalaan Empire, whose culture she’s been in love with for ages. The problem? Something happened to the Lsel ambassador, and the Empire’s control over the Station has been growing ever bigger. To make matters worse, Mahit’s imago machine - the cerebral implant full of her predecessors memories and experiences - doesn’t seem to be working properly, leaving her with a ghost of her predecessor inside of her head...
With all the problems the Teixcalaan Empire has, it’s not homophobic or transphobic, which is a plus for us gays who want to read in peace. Mahit has a charged relationship with her cultural liason, Three Seagrass (yes, that’s her name; yes, there’s an in-world explanation; no, I won’t tell you what it is, you’ll have to read it and find out), not to mention all the hijinks she finds out her predecessor was up to. And none of it needs to be justified or explained at all - people are just gay, and that’s fine!
On A Sunbeam, by Tillie Walden
This graphic novel has a stunning art style, and, listen closely sapphics, absolutely no men at all. Yep. Literally there’s only women and non-binary people in this comic! 
And guess what? It’s available to read for free, here. Thank you, Ms. Walden!
Here, romance is also an important plot point. On A Sunbeam follows Mia, who starts working for a crew of repair-people who rebuild broken down structures. In another timeline, we flashback to her experiences at her boarding school, and to her relationship with a new student.
What’s most unique about On A Sunbeam - apart from the fact that there are no men at all - is it’s unique version of outer space. It’s almost historical, with huge sprawling marble structures decaying, surronded by trees. The ships are shaped like huge fish. You can feel the whimsy in your bones from the colors and the art style that Ms. Walden uses, here.
This standalone is definitely worth a read. And if you like it, you should definitely check out the rest of Ms. Walden’s work - it’s all as beautiful as this is, if not more. Her The End of Summer was one of my favorite reads, last year.
That’s all I’ve got, guys, but lemme know if you want more of these - I have so many, I can definitely recommend you more! Drop me an ask if you have specifications, too - I’m always happy to do some digging :)
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How would Shiv deal with Dieter in the chair, with a haircut and his flirtatious nature?
Love ya Cee 💖
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So... this got away from me and I went all out with chaotic feral racoon man Dieter 😂 Thank you Lori for sending my main man to Shiv's! This is Consent Dieter, but takes place before the series, and our girlboss Rebecca makes a cameo! I hope you enjoy this my love ❤️
Shiv's Salon: Dieter Bravo
860 words | warnings: mature, suggestive language, double innuendoes, mention of drugs, this is absolute chaos I'm sorry lol
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You pinch the bridge of your nose, wondering why the hell you got out of bed when the knocking woke you up. ‘Lady, he’s clearly high as a kite and he’s got not one, but two fucking hairbrushes stuck in his head!’
The woman who introduced herself as Rebecca answers matter-of-factly, ‘That’s why we’re here, I heard you’re the best in the area. Now, my client has a photoshoot in an hour and a half so let’s get cracking, shall we?’
‘Just put a hat on him. There’s a shop down the street,’ you jerk a thumb to your right, then move to close the door.
The pointed tip of a very expensive-looking stiletto wedges itself in the doorway before you can slam it shut. Rebecca offers, ‘We’ll pay you $500.’
You pause and cross your arms. Now you’re getting somewhere. ‘It's my day off.’
‘$550.’
‘I had a mani padi appointment that I have to cancel now.’
‘$600.’
You fake a yawn. ‘I'm going back to bed.’
‘$650 and it's my final offer,’ says Rebecca firmly, holding out her hand.
You shake it. ‘Give me five minutes.’
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This is not how you pictured your first celebrity client encounter to go.
You frown over the crown of Dieter’s head, wrinkling your nose at the sight. ‘His damn hair is caked in days of hairspray. Does he ever shower?’
The actor suddenly swings around in his styling chair, legs splayed wide open with a lecherous grin on his face. Rubbing his hands on his thighs, he croons, ‘Hey baby - I’ll hop right in if you’ll join me.’
Your eyes roll to the back of your head and you swivel him right back towards the mirror without even looking at him. You tell Rebecca, ‘If he propositions me again, I'll shave all that hair off.’
‘Fine. Can you fix it or not?’
‘Help me get him to the backwash. I’ll get the heavy duty shampoo out.’
It’s a struggle, but somehow, the two of you manage to half-coax, half-wrestle him into the chair. Snapping latex gloves on - you’re not touching that with your bare hands - you turn on the hot water and announce, ‘Here goes nothing.’
When you comb your hands through his curls, Dieter moans loudly. ‘That feels gooooood.’
You shoot Rebecca a look, and she shakes her head. ‘Ignore him, it’s just the cocaine talking.’
Pumping shampoo into your palms, you warn him, ‘Listen to me, Dieter Bravo, you’re not allowed to enjoy this.’
He gives you upside down puppy eyes. ‘Yes, ma’am.’ 
Threading your fingers into his locks, you start lathering shampoo into his hair. You feel the shudder that rattles through his entire body, and he babbles incoherently, ‘Oh no. Oh noo ahhhhhhhhh, I’m sorry. I’m sorry! But it feels too good -’
You turn to his agent. ‘I swear to god lady, if he gets a boner I'm kicking him out dripping wet!’
‘Dieter, don't you dare,’ warns Rebecca just as her phone starts to ring. ‘I have to take this call, behave yourself.’
‘I can't help that she has the nicest hands!’ he calls after her as the door shuts.
‘Well, that’s definitely the weirdest backhanded compliment I've ever gotten,’ you mutter to yourself.
Dieter arches his back clean off the leather chair and bites his bottom lip. Meeting your eyes, he gives you a pleading look with his pupils blown wide. His voice is throaty as he whimpers, ‘Baby, I swear to god, I’m trying so hard for you but I can’t help it - you feel too fucking good.’ 
Fuck. Your breath actually catches in your throat and you feel a tremour in your hands. Heat creeps up the back of your neck and into your cheeks as your pulse goes into overdrive. Is he doing this on purpose? 
You don’t stutter - ever - but you nearly stumble over your words as you retort, ‘Think about - pickles or something, then!’
Dieter whines. ‘That's not helping!’
‘Pickles? You’re turned on by pickles? What’s wrong with you, man?’
Panic mounts when you obviously hit a sensitive spot in the back of his skull, and he literally writhes in his seat, knuckles white on the armrests. ‘Baby, oh fuck, do that again, please please please -’
At that exact moment, an idea comes to you - you know what you have to do. You go all out, a full frontal assault. You ignore the chorus of grunts and sighs and moans from him as your nails scrape against his scalp in a merciless rhythm, tracing patterns from the back of his neck to the top of his head, working the shampoo into his curls relentlessly. 
And it works - stroke by stroke, the frenzied energy drains out of his body, his head lolls to the side, and he goes quiet before the snoring starts.
It takes four washes, but finally, the roots untangle, and the two combs fall out of his hair with a limp clatter during your final rinse of his hair.
When Rebecca struts back in, she arches an eyebrow at her client’s prone form, looking vaguely impressed. ‘Does that happen often?’
You shrug and grin. ‘Occupational hazard.’
Fuck Yeah 1.2k Sleepover
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That Herrmann/Halstead DNA (Chapter Four)
Summary: This is Part Twenty-One of my series A Herrmann/Halstead Production. It is an AU where Christopher Herrmann's mom had an affair with Pat Halstead resulting in a baby. The series follows this OC character (Rebecca "Bex" Herrmann) as she grows up and gets to know her brothers and the various Chicago teams. It is very much an AU, just to underscore that. It doesn't follow the same timeline and characters will follow different paths.
Click here for the Series Rundown where you can find the links to read all of the previous installments (which I highly recommend you do so that this one makes sense.)
Rating: Mature
Relationships: Christopher Herrmann & Original Female Character, Jay Halstead & Original Female Character, Will Halstead & Original Female Character, Jay Halstead & Will Halstead, Greg 'Mouse' Gerwitz/Original Female Character, Will Halstead/Connor Rhodes, Assorted OC Couples
Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Major Character Injury, Assault, Stabbing, Gunshot Wounds, Blood and Injury, Whump, Trauma, Eventual Hopeful Ending
A/N: I received my degree from the medical school of Television Drama which means while things might not (*cough* will not *cough*) be accurate, they will be exciting. *jazz hands*
Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chris
Knowing his family, Chris wasn’t surprised to see all of 51 was crammed into the waiting room when he walked back in.
Not surprised, no, but still touched. The tight band that had been squeezing his heart ever since Boden took him aside to break the news about Bex eased the slightest bit.
His family was good people.
“Hey, guys,” he said. Every head had turned his way when he appeared, faces filled with worry. Jay gave him a little nod before heading straight over to Mouse which was fair enough. Chris would take filling in the 51 crew over the conversation the two of them were about to have.
“How is she?” Dawson asked as she hopped out of her seat to give him a hug.
“She’s, uh—she’s pretty banged up,” he said, directing his words at the whole group. “Not sure of the extent of things yet, but Will’s taken her for some scans so we should know more soon.”
“And Emery?” Shay asked quietly. She was seated between Severide and Bex’s friend, Sam, who looked about as rough as Jay did.
“Haven’t heard anything yet,” Chris said, wishing like hell he had some kind of good news to share.
“Kira and Malia are on their way,” Sam piped up, voice rough. “Kira—she’s one of Emery’s emergency contacts so she’ll probably be able to get more information.”
Okay. One good bit of news.
“Does Emery have any family we can call?” Otis asked him and Sam shook his head with a frown.
“She’s just got us,” he said, staring down at his hands with red eyes. Shay reached over to rub his back and he leaned into her touch with a small sigh. “Bex is listed as her other emergency contact…”
And she wasn’t in any shape to help.
There wasn’t much else to say beyond that. All they could do was wait.
Dawson gave Chris another quick squeeze before returning to her spot. He felt too revved up to sit so he made his way over to the quiet corner of the room where Boden had stationed himself.
“Thanks for being here, Chief,” Chris said, leaning against the wall beside him. “Sure you’re okay to be offline?”
“I’m keeping an ear out.” Boden motioned to his radio. “But we all wanted—we needed to be here.” He eyed Chris for a moment. “How’s she really doing?”
Chris shook his head, not able to find his words right away. “Not good,” he managed to get out. “She was having trouble breathing and Will looked pretty worried.”
Boden took that in, a deep line forming between his brows. “And how are you?”
“Not good,” Chris said, huffing out a flat laugh. “Worried.” He shot Boden a small smile. “Grateful for the support.”
“We’ll stay as long as we can.” Boden clapped a hand on Chris’s shoulder before pulling him into a hug. “At least until Cindy gets here.”
“Hah.” Chris sniffed as he stepped back, doing a quick swipe of his eyes. “She’ll be happy to know it takes a full firehouse to fill in for her.”
“And we’re still a poor substitute,” Boden grinned back him.
Chris nodded, trying to keep the lightness going, but was unable to keep the tears back this time. “Shit,” he muttered, facing the wall to scrub at his face.
Boden stood silently beside him, blocking him from view.
A tissue appeared from the other side and Chris glanced over to see Trudy holding a whole dang box. “I swiped them from the desk,” she said. “Go nuts.”
“Ah, thanks, Truds,” Chis said, sniffling as he grabbed a few more. “Sorry, I’m just—seeing her like that—I need to get it together so I can be there for her—”
“It’s okay to need a moment, Chris,” Trudy said. She took a few tissues and stuffed them into her pocket. “I expect we’re all going to at some point so no judgement here.”
“None of you are alone in this.” Boden reached around him to grab tissues for his own pocket. “Remember that.”
Taking a deep breath, Chris nodded, letting their words sink into him. They’d get through this like they got through everything; all of them together.
And then, as if on cue, four familiar faces came rushing in from outside.
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Sam
Sam leapt to his feet as Devon, Isaac, Malia, and Kira ran through the front doors. Kira spotted him first and rushed over.
“Sam!” What’s going on? What happened?” The rest of them came up behind her, all staring at him with anxious faces.
He stared back at them—mouth opening and closing as he tried to give them some kind of answer, but all he could do was shake his head. Shay came to his rescue.
“Ty attacked Emery,” she said quietly as she joined their little circle. “He stabbed her, and Bex, uh—I think she walked in on the attack and she fought him off. She’s getting checked out now.”
“Stabbed—” Malia pressed a hand to her mouth, eyes wide. Devon wrapped an arm around her and Kira pressed in on her other side. Isaac’s face crumpled as he stepped over to Sam and hugged him around the middle. Sam closed his eyes, letting himself lean into his strong arms.
“Have you heard anything?” Devon asked Shay. “About Em?”
“No, they would’ve been waiting for me, right?” Kira said before Shay could answer. Sam opened his eyes to see Shay nodding and Kira disentangling herself from Malia. “I’ll see what I can find out.”
He watched as she straightened her shoulders and marched off toward the desk, determined despite the tiny tremble of her chin.
Today had been…awful and Sam didn’t see it getting any better, but at least they were all here now. Whatever happened next, they would face it together.
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Shay
“I hate this,” Shay muttered as she took her seat again. Kelly made a questioning noise beside her, but she couldn’t look away from the little group of Bex’s friends huddled together on the other side of the room.
Looking so incredibly young and so incredibly scared.
She wished Julie were here.
Sam had said something about her staying on the scene and then going to Lakeshore with Ty which—thank goodness he hadn’t been brought to Med, but Shay still wished Julie was there with them. She’d have better words for Sam. For his friends.
Sam and Julie had hit it off as not only partners, but as friends which meant that once Shay started dating Julie, she was quickly brought into their orbit. She’d spent plenty of time with Sam and his boyfriends and Malia and Kira as well. Shay probably knew them almost as well as Bex did at this point.
And Emery—even when she’d been away from the group, they talked about her. They still loved her so much and when she made her way back to them, Shay kept getting all of the updates.
All of them were so proud of how far Emery had come.
And now this.
“It’s not fair,” Shay said, shaking her head. She rubbed at her eyes and then took the tissue Kelly offered her.
“Hey,” he said softly, ducking his head down to catch her gaze. “Talk to me.”
“I just—” She waved the tissue at the group before crumpling it in her hands. “I hate this. It’s not right. Emery, she’s come so far, you know? And this? This is what happens? It’s bullshit, Kelly.”
“Yeah, it is,” he agreed, sinking back in his chair with a deep sigh. “It really is.”
“It can’t end like this for her,” Shay whispered. “It’s not fair.”
“You can’t think like that,” Kelly said, grabbing her arm and giving it a little squeeze. “No, listen—” He cut her off before she could get going again. “I get what you’re saying and you’re right. It’s bullshit. But…why are we here?” He stared at her, giving her a little nod, waiting for her to answer.
“To be here,” she said. “To support Herrmann and Bex and Emery and all of them.”
“Right,” Kelly said as he sat up and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “And what would Bex say if she was here? ‘Don’t put out bad energy’ or something like that, right? You know how she talks.” He smiled down at her, looking entirely too pleased with himself when Shay managed a small smile back. “Emery and Bex are fighting their way through so we need to sit here and believe that they can do it. They’re gonna be okay, Shay.”
She really hoped he was right. Shay took a shaky breath and settled into Kelly’s side, ready to start putting all of the good energy out there.
***
Connor
“We have a pulse,” one of the nurses announced.
Connor nearly sagged against the operating table in relief. It was the second time Emery had coded since they started and the way things were going, he knew with a sickening certainty that it wouldn’t be the last.
Come on, Em, he willed her to hear him. I’m not going to stop fighting so you’re not allowed to stop either. Work with me here. Bex’ll never forgive either of us if you die so cut it out.
Dr. Latham called for another unit of blood and Connor cut a quick look over at Emery’s stats, frowning at what he saw.
“Come on, Em,” he whispered.
“Dr. Rhodes, perhaps we should reconsider your presence—”
“Respectfully, Dr. Latham,” Connor said firmly. “We should not.”
He wasn’t leaving her.
Not when there was still a chance.
***
Mouse
Platt vacated the seat beside him, nodding at Jay as they passed each other and heading over to see Chris. Jay plopped down in the empty spot.
He groaned, resting his elbows on his knees and scrubbing his hands over his face. Mouse waited, playing with the empty coffee cup in his hands until Jay finally looked over at him.
“Thank you,” he said. “For getting Chris. That was—that was the right move.”
“Just wanted to do what I could to help,” Mouse said. “Seemed like the best plan.”
“I’m sorry, man,” Jay said and Mouse stilled, not quite sure where this was coming from.
“For what—”
“I just left.” Jay sat back, managing to look miserable, exhausted, stressed, angry, and apologetic all in one go. It was almost impressive. “I ran out of there and didn’t let you know what was happening,” Jay said. He rubbed at his forehead with a sigh. “Didn’t think to even ask anyone to let you know or—”
“Jay.” Mouse had to stop him right there because he couldn’t listen to anymore of this. “Don’t even—just—are you seriously apologizing for not stopping to let me know you were leaving? When Bex was in danger? I don’t—you had to get to her. That was what mattered.”
“Didn’t get there fast enough,” Jay muttered.
“She needed you and you got there as soon as you could,” Mouse said. “I’m glad you didn’t waste any time doing it. Okay?” He stared at Jay until he nodded and then Mouse sat back as well. He had a thousand questions he wanted to throw at him, but Jay didn’t look up to talking. Mouse didn’t want him pressing for more details to be the thing that had Jay falling apart when the guy was clearly using everything he had to keep it together.
Mouse knew the feeling.
He kept his thousand questions to himself and worked on bracing himself for their inevitable answers.
***
Jay
Jay closed his eyes as he settled into his seat beside Mouse, more grateful than ever for his friend’s ability to read him and know when he needed to leave Jay be.
Talking was not something Jay could do right now. Not without screaming.
He bounced his knee, trying to block out the sounds of the waiting room and centre himself like his therapist was always going on about. Quiet his mind.
But the quiet—it just made room for Bex’s voice to come back in.
Over and over, sounding so scared as it came through the phone.
Please. Put the knife down.
And her scream.
Jay was never going to forget it as long as he lived.
He hadn’t been fast enough.
Not fast enough at all.
***
Will
Will closed the door to Bex’s room with a quiet click. Resting his forehead against the wood, he took a moment in the quiet hallway to just breathe.
Bex had gone through all of the scans and tests like a champ, but was struggling by the end of it so they’d given her another round of pain meds and she’d conked right out.
Well, not right out. She’d managed to garble a few instructions at him first and tell him that she loved him. So much. Will smiled to himself. The ‘so much’ had been repeated quite a few times. Bex on pain medication was going to be an interesting experience.
Since they needed to keep her at least overnight for observation, he’d gone ahead and settled her into a room instead of taking her back to the ED or another holding place. He’d add fast tracking the process to the list of things Goodwin could yell at him for later. 
And now he had to go and update their family. He sighed. It’d been hard enough for Will to hear the laundry list of Bex’s injuries, but to have to tell the others and see their faces…he needed to be a bit steadier to handle that.
It was going to suck, but he wasn’t about to pass the task on to anyone else. Not after what happened with Chris when he got hurt and god, was that really only a few months ago?
How were they right back here again?
“Dr. Halstead!”
Will straightened up, looking around to see Sharon Goodwin coming down the hall towards him trailed by two unexpected faces.
“Ms. Goodwin,” Will said, nodding at her and the two men behind her. “Dr. Charles...Dr. Abrams? I thought you’d all gone home for the day. Is everything okay?”
“Is everything—Will, we heard what happened,” Sharon said, reaching out to give his arm a squeeze. “We wanted to check on you.”
Oh. That was…hunh. “I’m—” Will dragged a hand through his hair and a slightly hysterical little laugh slipped out. “It’s, uh, it’s been a day.”
“I’ll bet.” Dr. Charles peered around him to peek through the window in the door into Bex’s room. “How’s she doing?”
“She’s in rough shape, but she’ll be okay,” Will said. “Eventually. She’ll be better when we know how Emery is.”
“Don’t worry about finishing your shift,” Sharon said. “Dr. Armstrong is coming in early and the ED can manage without you until then.”
Right. He’d absolutely abandoned his job as soon as Bex came in. Crap. Sharon shook her head at him as soon as he opened his mouth.
“Don’t worry,” she repeated. “You’re having a family emergency. We all understand.”
“Been there a time or two ourselves,” Dr. Charles said with a kind smile. He reached out to pat Will’s shoulder. “Anything you need, be sure to let us know.”
“Remember to take all the time you need,” Sharon added and then the two of them headed off down the hall. Dr. Abrams remained, staring at the door to Bex’s room.
“Dr. Abrams?” The man didn’t respond so Will tried again. “Sam?”
“Yes.” Dr. Abrams cleared his throat and glanced over at Will, a flicker concern disrupting his usual impassiveness. “What Dr. Charles said. If anything is needed, for either of you…”
“I’ll let you know,” Will agreed. “That’s—thank you. It’s appreciated.”
With a short nod, Dr. Abrams turned and walked away.
“Bex, you make the weirdest friends,” Will whispered. He chuckled to himself and took a last look to make sure she was still sleeping before heading out to the waiting room.
He still had one job to do.
***
Chris
“Christopher!”
Chris whipped around at the sound of Cindy’s voice and rushed over to meet her in the middle of the waiting room.
“I got here as fast as I could, I’m sorry, It took me way too long to get out of the house —my parents, and then the kids—” she said, tripping over her words as she grabbed onto his hands. “Have you heard anything yet? What’s going on? How’s Bex? How’s Emery?”
“Hey, hey. Breathe, Cinds, it’s okay,” Chris said. “Bex is getting checked out and we—we haven’t heard anything about Emery yet.” He moved to wrap his arms her and held her tight. “God, I’m so glad you’re here.”
She squeezed him back, tucking her head into his shoulder. “It’s bad, isn’t it?”
“It’s not good,” he murmured.
They stood there for a moment, taking what they needed before breaking apart. Cindy met his eyes. “Whatever it is,” she said. “We’ll handle it.”
Now that she was here, he actually felt like that was true. Chris leaned in to press a kiss against her forehead. “I love you,” he whispered into her skin.
An “I love you, too,” was whispered back, just for him to hear.
After one more tight hug, Cindy took a deep breath, centering herself. “Okay,” she said. “Where are the boys?”
“Jay and Mouse are over there,” Chris said, jerking a nod in their direction. “Will’s with Bex while she’s getting checked out and Connor—he’s working on Emery.”
“I’m going to sit with them for a bit,” Cindy said, but before she could head in Jay and Mouse’s direction, Will came in and everyone’s attention instantly turned his way.
Jay and Mouse jumped out of their chairs and came to stand by Chris and Cindy. The rest of their gang crowded in behind. Chris reached for Cindy’s hand only to find her already reaching for his and they clung to each other; ready for Will’s update.
“Cindy, hey, you’re here. That’s great,” Will said, giving her a soft smile before taking in the whole group before him. “And all of 51 is here. Nice, now I owe Bex five bucks. Thanks, guys.”
Chris smiled at the quiet wave of laughter that welled up behind him. Bex got him on a dummy bet, for sure. Knowing Will, he probably went along with it just to make her smile.
“Okay, well, she’s given me permission to share with everyone because, and I quote, ‘they’re all nosy enough to get it out of Chris anyway,’” Will’s lips twisted in a wry little grin at the reaction that got. His face fell back into serious lines though once everyone settled. “This is going to be a lot to take in so I want to start by saying Bex is going to be okay. We’re keeping her overnight for observation, but barring any complications—”
Complications? The word sent a jolt through Chris.
He and complications were not friends.
“—she should be cleared to go home tomorrow,” Will finished.
“Is anyone with her right now?” Cindy asked. “Has she been admitted or is she still in the ED?”
“We’ve got her in a room,” Will said. “She’s sleeping right now; she’s on some pretty heavy pain medication, but the nurses are keeping an eye on her and I can take you back to see her yourself when we’re done.”
Heavy pain medication. The pressure was back in Chris’s chest and he gripped Cindy’s hand tighter. “Okay, so…tell us how she is, Will,” Chris said. “All of it.”
“She has two lacerations that required some stitches,” Will began. “One over her shoulder which was fairly shallow.” Chris had seen that one. It might have been shallow, but it was still disturbingly close to hitting an artery. They’d been lucky. “The one on her side was deeper,” Will continued. “But not enough to damage anything serious.”
“Ty went after her with the knife he used on Emery,” Jay piped up suddenly. He had his arms crossed and was staring a hole into the floor. “Bex disarmed him.”
Christ. Chris was more grateful than ever for the lessons Jay and Hailey and their crew had been giving Bex. Probably saved her life.
“She also had a deep laceration on her right hand—”
“—stabbed Ty with broken glass,” Jay muttered.
“—but, uh, she didn’t damage any ligaments so that’s good,” Will said. He shot a concerned glance at Jay who still wasn’t looking up from the floor. Cindy shuffled them over a bit so she could reach out to wrap her free arm around Jay’s waist. He stiffened; then relaxed minutely.
Cindy nodded at Will to keep going. He cleared his throat. “She has a hairline fracture in her right arm,” he said, pausing and right on cue—
“Ty threw her into a bookshelf,” Jay said quietly.
Chris rubbed at his forehead and swallowed hard against the growing nausea building in his gut. The tension in the room was growing, but no one walked away. Listening to this—the clinical rundown from Will and the admittedly horrible context from Jay—it was brutal, but they needed to hear it. To know what had happened and to prepare themselves for how they were going to get everyone through the aftermath.
“Her arm is splinted right now,” Will said. “It looks like the injury was aggravated and it’s too swollen to cast at the moment so we’ll have to take care of that after it goes down.”
“She was trying to do compressions on Emery when I arrived,” Sam’s voice came from the back of the group, shaky, but clear.
“Oh, that’s—” Will’s breath caught and he blinked before schooling his face back into something more professional. “That’s good to know,” he said, making a note on her chart. He looked back up at their group, pressing on. “She also has a few cracked ribs and one broken one,” he said. “Which leads me to her most serious injury and the one we want to monitor. Bex has what’s called a pulmonary contusion which is basically a bruised lung.”
“Jesus,” Gabi exclaimed as she came up on Chris’s left. “A pulmonary contusion? That’s—that’s a blunt force trauma injury. How—”
“Ty fucking stomped on her,” Jay bit out. “That’s how.”
“What the hell—are you serious?” Kelly asked, voice raising. “Where is that asshole? He—”
“He is being dealt with by the CPD,” Boden said, moving to stand by Will and casting a grave look over their group. There were a few more grumbles, but the Chief’s stare silenced them.
Chris leaned into Cindy, grateful to Boden for stepping in because he didn’t have it in him right now. He was angry too—of course he was. He wanted to track down Ty and give a taste of his own medicine, but what good would that do? It wouldn’t help Bex or Emery.
They were all needed here. With the two of them. That was who they had to focus on. Screw Ty.
All Chris cared about was his family.
“What do you need to watch out for with this contusion thing?” he asked Will.
“Her breathing, for one,” Will said. “We’ve got her on oxygen to help ease things along and we’re checking her levels regularly. There’s also a small amount of internal bleeding that we’re watching, but it should resolve itself.”
Jay’s head whipped up at that. “You’re not doing anything about it?”
“We had multiple doctors look at the scans and everyone agrees,” Will said. “It would be too invasive to try and repair it when more often than not, it does heal on its own.”
“Do you not remember what happened with Chris?” Jay exclaimed. “You guys said it would be fine and he almost died.”
“Jay, trust me, please.” Will rubbed at his eyes with a sigh before facing them again. “I know it’s scary and it sounds awful, but this really is the best course of action to take. Bex will be monitored constantly. She’ll probably get pissed off about it, but she’s also going to be okay and that’s what matters.”
Jay opened his mouth, ready to argue some more, but Boden’s radio squawked right then and everyone knew what that meant. Duty called.
“Folks, I’m sorry, but we have to head out,” Boden announced to the group. “51, with me. Herrmann, we’ll be back when we can. Give our girl a hug for us.”
“Will do, Chief,” Chris said. “And thank you.”
With a nod and some quick hugs, Boden and the rest of the team filed out, leaving the rest of them to figure out their next steps.
“Um, they said there’s a room up on the surgical floor where we can wait?” Kira said, coming over to stand at the front of their remaining cluster. “They’ll let us know how things are going with Emery as soon as they can.”
“I’ll go on up with you kids,” Trudy said and all of Bex’s friends looked relieved by that—an expression Chris wasn’t used to seeing directed her way. Hunh. When had Platt managed to adopt her own gaggle of twenty-somethings?
That…was a puzzle to be solved another day. Right now, Chris was glad she was going with them because he and Cindy needed to check in on Bex first.
“Let us know when you hear something,” he called after them and Trudy gave him a nod, waving her phone as they headed through the doors. Chris turned to Cindy with a sigh, tugging on her hand. “Let’s go see Bex.”
“In a minute,” she said quietly. He followed her gaze to where Jay and Will stood, faces tense while Mouse hovered anxiously beside them. Will was talking to Jay, quietly but intensely, and Jay was shaking his head. “Come on.” Cindy steered them over to see what was what.
“You have to trust me on this, Jay,” Will was saying. “I know you’re scared—”
“Don’t friggin’ patronize me,” Jay snapped, scowling at Will. “Of course, I’m scared. It’s Bex. How can you ask me to trust you—to trust any of you after what happened last time. You wanna risk her life—”
“Both of you take a breath,” Cindy asked, stepping in between them.
“I don’t need—” Jay withered under the look Cindy pinned him with, a muscle in his jaw ticking as he clamped it shut.
The kid needed a lot of things actually and top of that list was someplace quieter to talk. “Hey, Will,” Chris said. “Is there somewhere private we could all go?” The meltdown Jay was teetering closer and closer to would be better off happening away from prying eyes.
“Oh, uh…” Will blinked. “Yeah, there’s a family room I can take you to—”
“We don’t need that.” Jay’s back immediately went up again. “Why—”
“Maybe you don’t,” Chris said. “But I’m an old man who’d rather be in a comfier chair than on my feet for the rest of this chat.” He made eye contact with Cindy, a silent conversation whipping back and forth between them until they landed on the same page a few seconds later.
At which point she winked at him.
…he really loved her a stupid amount.
“Here’s what we’re going to do,” Cindy announced. “Mouse, you go on ahead with Will to see Bex.”
Mouse’s eyes went wide. “Me? Don’t you want to, uh, I-I can wait—”
“No, no, you go,” Chris said. “She was asking about you earlier and I know she’ll want to see you. Please.”
“Jay…” Mouse looked hopelessly lost as he turned to Jay who jerked his chin in the barest agreement. “Okay,” he said softly. “I can do that.
“Everyone follow me then, I guess,” Will said carefully. He led them back in through the ED and down a few other hallways before stopping at a door and peeking inside. “You guys can use this one,” he said, stepping away and leaving the door open. “Mouse, if you—”
“You’re coming back, right?” Jay demanded. “We’re not done talking about this and—”
“Yes, Jay,” Will sighed. “I’ll be right back.” He strode off down the hall with Mouse in tow.
Chris used Jay’s momentary distraction of glaring after them to herd him into the room and Cindy closed the door after them. She came to tuck herself into his side once again as Jay began to pace in front of them.
Kid was wound so tight he was about to break himself in two.
***
Jay
“Jay,” Chris began and Jay sliced a hand through the air at him.
“Don’t,” Jay said. “Don’t tell me to calm down. Don’t tell me I’m being unreasonable. Not when we all know that I’m right.” He stopped in his tracks and took a step toward Chris and Cindy. “It’s Bex.” Jay’s voice broke over her name.
He shook his head, trying to get it together. He had to be calm. He had to be strong about this and reasonable so they would listen to him.
“They need to check again,” he said. “And-and-and do something! They can’t just let her bleed. We can’t stand here and do nothing while she’s hurt. She’s in pain. I can’t watch that, not again, not after—not after hearing her and—I can’t—not again—I can’t—”
Chris lying unresponsive in his hospital room.
Bex’s scream echoing out of his phone.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
Axel facedown in the dirt with blood pooling out from under his uniform.
Blow after blow from Ty thudding through the speaker.
“I tried—I tried to get to her—I wasn’t fast enough—”
“…Jay…breathe…panic attack…” Cindy’s voice couldn’t break through the noise in his brain. One after another after another.
Bex calling out for him.
An explosion.
His world turning sideways.
Mouse staring at him with deadened eyes.
Bex.
Screaming.
And Jay…doing nothing.
“I’m sorry. I—”
***
Mouse
Will stopped in front of the door to Bex’s room and turned to face Mouse. He pressed his lips together as he dragged a hand through his hair. “I feel like I should give you a head’s up before we go in there,” he said quietly. “You just—you need to brace yourself, okay? It’s rough to see her like this, but I meant it when I said she’s going to make a full recovery.”
Mouse nodded, swallowing hard as he tried to do what Will said and brace himself before following him into the room.
…but Will’s warning hadn’t been enough.
He must’ve made some kind of noise because Will’s head whipped back as he looked at Mouse in concern. “You good?”
“No,” Mouse whispered. “But I’m not going anywhere either.” He stepped around Will and got closer to the bed.
Bex was still asleep, snuffling a bit under the oxygen mask. She was bruised and battered all over—Mouse had a hard time spotting a part of her skin that was unmarked and what he could find was deathly pale. Lying there, unmoving, she looked so fragile.
Mouse sat down in the chair, stopping himself when he reached out to touch her. Her splinted arm was on the other side, but the hand closest to him was bandaged as well. “I don’t—I don’t want to hurt her,” he said to Will. “How should I—”
“Gently,” Will said, giving him an encouraging smile. “You can hold her fingers on that hand, just don’t squeeze, or hold on to her wrist there. And talk to her if you want. She’ll probably wake up soon.”
“Okay, yeah, I, uh, I can do that.” Mouse placed a tentative hand on her wrist, stroking at the soft skin there. Will clapped a hand on his shoulder and Mouse looked up at him. “Thanks. For letting me stay here with her.”
“Thanks for being her for her,” Will said. He patted Mouse on the back before quietly leaving the room and closing the door behind him.
Mouse turned back to Bex. Talk to her, Will had said.
It took him awhile to figure out what to say, but eventually he just decided to go for it and started talking.
“Hey, Bex. It’s me, Mouse. Uh, Mouse Gerwitz.” He palmed his face, chuckling quietly. “Mouse Gerwitz. She knows that, you idiot.” He looked back at Bex, startling forward when her eyes started to blink open. “Hey,” he said quietly. “Hey, Bex. That’s it. Open your eyes, baby. I’m right here.”
She frowned a bit, gaze hazy as she tried to focus on him, and she pulled her bandaged hand free to try and tug at the oxygen mask.
“Oh, no, hang on,” Mouse said. “That’s supposed to stay there.”
Bex grumbled something unintelligible at him. She batted his hand away and pulled down the mask anyway. Her head rolled on the pillow, tilting to look his way as a dopey smile spread across her face. “You’re here,” she said, voice all raspy.
Mouse scooched his chair in closer, leaning in as he stroked her forehead. “I’m here.”
“I like it when you’re here,” Bex whispered. “You should always be here.”
“That’s the plan,” Mouse said.
For as long as she’d have him.
***
Cindy
Between her and Chris, they’d managed to get Jay seated in one of the arm chairs. He had one of his hands tightly gripped around Chris’s while the other was white-knuckled over the faded upholstery. Cindy crouched in front of him, hands braced on his knees as she tried to make her voice heard through the storm currently raging in his head.
“Jay? Jay.” Cindy squeezed his knees until he met her eyes. “Listen to me, listen to my voice,” she said. “Focus on it.”
He was still taking air in through choppy breaths, but he looked more there than he had a moment before and he blinked at her. Slowly. Deliberately.
“Good, that’s good, sweetie,” she said. “Do you think you can take a slower breath for me?”
He shook his head, eyes sliding away from her. Cindy grabbed his chin gently with one hand and brought him back to face her. “That’s okay,” she said quickly. “Don’t worry about that yet then. Why don’t we try this—can you tell me five things you can see?”
Jay rolled his eyes at her over his next ragged inhale and she took that as a good sign.
“Come on,” Cindy cajoled him. “You can do it. Tell me the five ugliest things you can see in this truly sad family room.”
“Uh, chair,” Jay huffed out, casting his eyes around. “Car-carpet.” Another breath. “Paint. Lights.”
“Great, that’s four things,” Cindy said. “One more.”
“C-Chris.”
“Hey, now,” Chris laughed. “I feel like I should have ranked higher than the carpet.”
Cindy grinned at Jay. “That was perfect, hun,” she said. “How about four things you can touch.”
“Chair,” Jay sighed, his next breath coming ever so slightly slower. “Chris. You. Carpet.” He tapped his foot and Cindy nodded.
“Good, really good.” Cindy squeezed his hand. “Three things you can hear?”
“You,” Jay whispered. “Um, the, uh, the fluorescent lights making that, uh, hum sound, and—and people talking in the hallway.” He took a deep breath, sagging back in the chair a bit. “Please don’t make me do the smell thing because I think Chris’s deodorant has given up the fight.”
“Oh, ha-ha,” Chris said, smiling as he patted Jay’s back. “Glad you’re back to making jokes, bud. Even if they’re cheap.”
Jay laughed weakly, leaning into Cindy’s hand when she ran it through his hair.
A light knock sounded at the door before it opened and Will poked his head in. “Hey, I got Mouse settled with Bex. She’s still out…” He frowned when he got a good look at them, shutting the door behind him. “Everything okay in here?”
“Just taking our moment,” Cindy said. She stood up, wincing at the crack in her knees and shooting a look at Christopher before he could crack a joke of his own. She settled down on the arm of Jay’s chair and rubbed a hand on his back. “Better?”
He nodded. “Yeah, thank you. Uh, Will, man, I’m sorry about earlier—”
Will waved him off as he pulled up his own chair. “I get it,” he said. “I meant it though, Jay. Bex is going to be okay. I would never lie to you about that.”
“I know,” Jay whispered. “I just—I hate that she’s hurting now.”
They all did. If Cindy could take this on for her, she would. In a heartbeat.
“Jay.” Chris dragged another chair over and sat next to him. “I know you didn’t want to talk about it earlier, but I think we have to, bud.”
That flipped a switch in Jay and he instantly tensed up again. “No—”
“Sweetheart,” Cindy said, pulling him into her side. She didn’t want to push him, but this wasn’t something they could let fester either. “Before—you kept apologizing. You know that none of this is your fault, right?”
Jay scoffed. “I should have left as soon as she called,” he said. “I would have been there faster and I—I should have told her to come to the station! We could have gone together or-or-or I should have convinced her to stay in the car and wait—”
“Hang on,” Chris held up a hand and exchanged a frown with Cindy over Jay’s head. “You were on the phone with her when she got to Emery’s? That’s how everyone knew so quickly what was going on?”
“She’d called to ask if Ty was still in jail because Emery thought she’d seen him,” Jay said. “By the time I called her back, she was there and she told me the door was open and I told her to stay in the car, I swear.” Jay lurched back upright, looking between the three of them with wide eyes. “I called for back up and I left and I told her, I said stay in the car until I get there, but she wanted to check on Emery—”
“Hey,” Chris said, reaching out to settle a hand on Jay’s shoulder. “Listen, she’s half Herrmann, half Halstead, and her friend was in danger. There was a zero percent chance she was going to listen to you. It’s not your fault, Jay. Put the blame on Ty where it belongs.”
Everything Jay had said here and back in the waiting room suddenly fell into place for Cindy. She knew how it all went down with horrific clarity. “You stayed on the phone with her,” she whispered. He’d heard everything. “Oh, Jay.”
Jay’s eyes filled with tears as he shook his head. “I couldn’t help her,” he said. His voice cracked and a shaky sob slipped out. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
“No, no, no.” Cindy nudged him over and squished in beside him, grateful this sad little room at least had spacious arm chairs. “Look at me.” She cupped his cheeks and turned his head, barely making him out through her own tears. “Thank you,” she said, willing him to hear her. “Thank you for being there with her through all of that. She needed you and you stayed. You stayed, Jay, until you could get to her. Thank you.”
His face crumpled and Cindy pulled him into a hug, pressing him close as he sobbed into her shoulder. Oh, her poor boy.
Christopher and Will weren’t faring much better on the tears front. They were all hurting today.
She gave them a tiny nod and they both moved in to join the hug.
They could stay here for each other. As long as they needed.
***
Bex
Mouse said he would stay.
That was nice.
She always wanted to be around him and not just because he was really, super handsome.
The handsomest.
…don’t tell Connor.
Mouse choked on a laugh and Bex frowned. Her brain felt all goopy so she wasn’t sure, but did she say that out loud?
“Um, yes, you definitely did,” Mouse said, smiling down at her. “But don’t worry, I won’t tell Connor.”
“He’d be sad,” Bex said. “He likes being the handsomest.” She squinted at him. “But your face is so good.”
“Thank you?” Mouse bit at his lip.
“I don’t just like your face though,” Bex tried to add quickly. Her words were so slow though. Each one felt two steps behind. “I like all of your parts,” she explained. “Inside and out.”
“That’s good to know,” Mouse said. “I like all of your parts too. Inside and out.”
“Yeah?” That was nice. Mouse was nice. She was so happy they were finally going on their da—
…wait.
Bex closed her eyes against the onslaught of memories that suddenly flashed through her brain.
Ty. A knife.
Emery.
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Mouse
Bex let out a small, pained noise that instantly had Mouse on alert. “Are you okay?” Stupid question. “What hurts? Should I call a nurse?” He shouldn’t have let her keep the oxygen mask off. What if that had made things worse? So stupid—
“Emery,” she whispered, opening her eyes to look at him again. “Is she okay?”
“She’s still in surgery,” Mouse said, hating that he couldn’t tell her better news. “We haven’t heard anything yet.”
“It’s taking so long,” Bex said. Her fingers plucked at the sheet as she took a shaky breath. “Is that a good sign or a bad one?”
“If she’s still in there, that means she’s still alive,” Mouse said. “She’s still fighting.”
Bex nodded, pressing her lips together. “I thought—I thought she was dead when I found her,” she said, a tear running down her cheek. “Ty—he tried to kill her. How could he do that?”   
“I don’t know, Bex.” Mouse stroked a hand over her uninjured wrist. “People like Ty…they’ve got something broken inside of them.”
“I should have told her to go to the police station when she called me,” Bex whispered. “If she hadn’t gone home—”
“Hey, no,” Mouse said. “This is all on Ty. All of it.”
She looked like she was about to argue further when there was a knock on the door and Will came in, followed by Chris, Cindy, and Jay. They were all sporting red-rimmed eyes and watery smiles. Cindy made a beeline for Bex who let out a sob at the sight of her.
Mouse stepped back to give them a moment, making his way over to Jay who looked like he was about to fall on his face. He bumped shoulders with him, getting a small smile in return.
“How’s she doing?” Jay whispered as he watched Cindy fussing over Bex, straightening her pillow and getting her oxygen mask back in place.
“Blaming herself,” Mouse said.
“Fuck.” Jay closed his eyes briefly, his shoulders sagging.
It was a horrible instinct, but one that so many of them had. Something like this happened and you couldn’t help playing it over and over in your mind. Wondering what you could have done differently. ‘Nothing’ was a nearly impossible answer to accept.
Knowing if Emery was going to survive might make it easier though.
“Any news?” Mouse asked Will, keeping his voice low. Will shook his head grimly.
He wasn’t a praying man, but Mouse sent out a call to whoever might be listening to give them whatever help they could. Emery had to make it.
She had to.
It would break Bex if she didn’t.
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Connor
“God dammit, Emery,” Connor gritted out as he focused on compressions.
“Dr. Rhodes,” Dr. Latham said solemnly.
The sharp whine of the monitor filled the room. It set Connor’s teeth on edge despite his best attempts to block it out. He didn’t need a screaming reminder that he was failing.
“Dr. Rhodes,” Dr. Latham tried again. “We should call it.”
“What?” Connor shook his head, panting with the effort of trying to restart Emery’s heart, sure that he’d heard the man incorrectly.
“The patient is too far gone—”
 “No,” Connor snarled. “No, she’s not. And don’t—don’t start talking about me leaving. I’m not doing that and I’m not giving up. Not on her.” He glanced up at Dr. Latham and saw the hesitation—the pity in his eyes. Connor’s breath caught. He couldn’t stop. He couldn’t give up.
But he couldn’t do this on his own either.
“Dr. Latham, please,” Connor begged. “You were right. I probably shouldn’t have been in here, but I had to be. This girl. She—she’s part of my family and I couldn’t let her go through this alone. She needs me. She needs us. Help me fight for her now. Please. Help. Me.”
Connor stared at him, not breaking the rhythm of his compressions despite the merciless drone of the flatline weighing him down.
There could be no giving up.
“Please.”
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vastill · 10 months
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Lay All Your Love On Me
Rebecca Welton/fem!reader
warnings: fluff, curse words
words: 1500+
My requests are open!!
English is not my first language!!
A/N: after watching Hannah and Sam's duet the idea of her doing a karaoke duet couldn't leave my mind so here it is. i hope you guys will enjoy it. let me know what you think about this format for fics!💚
and a big thank you to @neuroprincess for motivating me to write this!!💚
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AFC Richmond was on a streak of wins. Everyone couldn't be more happy with how everything was turning out. The team has done a wonderful job throughout all season. And with the upcoming break, they needed to relax. Keeley insisted on a group outing to the newly opened karaoke bar. Despite the team's initial hesitation, nobody could turn down Keeley’s puppy eyes.
And on the weekend everyone from the team met up in the bar. Keeley reserved a private room for all of you. The club was nice, not a lot of people were there so it was a plus. No one from the team wanted the attention on them tonight. They only wanted to get drunk and sing their hearts out.
You stood with them as Rebecca made her way to the bar for drinks. The bartender quickly took her order, she looked in your direction smiling softly when she noticed you laughing with Keeley and Sassy about something. At first, she was afraid that you won’t make friends on the team, but she was quickly proven wrong. You matched perfectly with them, and Rebecca couldn’t be happier. As she was waiting for the drinks she kept admiring you from afar.
“Hey, gorgeous.” Someone next to her said, but Rebecca didn't pay attention, it would never have occurred to her that this person was talking to her. “Hey, beautiful I’m talking to you.” The man said again, now touching Rebecca’s arm.
“Sorry, not interested.” She said looking over her shoulder. The man was in his thirties in a suit and clearly drunk, she noticed some other guys at the table behind him watching the two interact.
“That’s a shame, I could buy you a drink, and then we would see how everything turns out.” He slurred coming closer to her his hand inching to grab her by the waist. He was so close she could smell the alcohol in his breath. She took a quick step back and bumped into someone. She felt the hand of someone behind her sneaking around her waist and tugging her closer to them. She looked down and noticed the rings you always wore on your fingers, relaxing immediately.
“No worries, she has a drink. You can go back where you came from.” You said sternly, gaining his attention.
“Let the lady decide. Maybe she wants to have a good time.” He said winking at Rebecca, completely ignoring your tone.
“Oh, piss off. No one would have wanted any time with you.” You said now standing between Rebecca and the man. “Leave her the fuck alone.” He backed off and cursed you out, going back to his friends.
“I could handle him on my own.” Rebecca said to you when you finally got your drinks.
You sighed, “I know darling, but I couldn’t watch him get close to you, I had to do something. I didn’t want him touching you.” Rebecca let out a chuckle, noticing a hint of jealousy and maybe possessiveness in your voice.
“Well, thank you my knight in shining armor.” She said, giving you a kiss on the cheek, “And for the record, you look hot when you are jealous.” She whispered in your ear.
“I wasn’t-” You wanted to defend yourself but Rebecca was no longer there. You stood dumbfounded at the bar, watching her go to the private room that the rest of the team was in.
When you walked in Ted was finishing singing some country song, that you didn’t really know. But from the team's reaction, it had to be good, all of them cheering loudly and applauding Ted. Or maybe they were just drunk. Next in the line was Beard, he chose a song from ARTPOP. You noticed Rebecca looking over the songs and you couldn't wait to hear her sing.
Beard gave a hell out of a performance, everyone singing with him. As he was stepping from the stage Rebecca came to you, “Come on baby, now is our turn.” She said with a mischievous smile.
“What? But I don’t know what we are singing!” You exclaimed confused as Rebecca was guiding you to the stage.
“Believe me, you know it. I choose this song just for you.” She smiled handing you a microphone. You heard everyone cheer as they saw you both on the stage. “You are starting!” She told you as the music started to play.
And then you heard it. Lay All Your Love On Me by ABBA. You turned to glare at Rebecca but you couldn’t stop your smile as you noticed her joyous expression. She was so proud of herself.
Don't go wasting your emotion
Lay all your love on me
Rebecca sang as she was walking around the stage, swaying her hips. You couldn't take your eyes off of her. She looked perfect in her baby blue dress, she matched ideally with the song.
I wasn't jealous before we met
Now every man I see is a potential threat
You started singing looking directly at Rebecca as she smiled sweetly. You couldn’t help but shake your head, she really did pick a perfect song. You came to stand beside her, your hand sneaking around her waist as you sang the verse looking at the team, your finger pointing at all of them.
And I'm possessive, it isn't nice
You've heard me saying that smoking was my only vice
You glued yourself from Rebecca and walked over to Sassy, who handed you a cigarette. You jokingly took it and pretended to smoke with Sass. Rebecca laughed at you from the stage, shaking her head at your theatrics.
But now it isn't true
Now everything is new
And all I've learned has overturned
I beg of you...
You came back to the stage, kneeling before Rebecca as you sang the last verse. Now was Rebecca’s turn to start singing. She bent down to be at your height and looked you straight in the eyes.
Don't go wasting your emotion
Lay all your love on me
It was like shooting a sitting duck
As she gracefully stepped down from the stage, she walked towards Keeley. Her eyes never left you, as if she was trying to convey something through her gaze. As the next verses of the song began, she leaned on Keeley, who caught her with open arms. It was as if she was pretending to faint.
A little small talk, a smile, and baby I was stuck
I still don't know what you've done with me
A grown-up woman should never fall so easily - Rebecca and Keeley sang together.
Rebecca walked among the team towards you, her hips swaying more than usual. Everyone was in awe of her, and the way she moved with such fluidity was nothing short of mesmerizing.
I feel a kind of fear
When I don't have you near
You watched her like a hawk, admiring how relaxed and confident she looked. When she was nearing the stage, you pointed your finger at her and motioned for her to come closer.
Unsatisfied, I skip my pride
I beg you, dear
As you both were on stage, you started circling around Rebecca. Singing every verse directly to her. You grabbed her hand and spun her around, she landed in your arms and you both swayed, singing together the chorus.
Don't go wasting your emotion
Lay all your love on me
Don't go sharing your devotion
Lay all your love on me
As you waited for the next verse, you couldn't help but glance over at Rebecca. She looked so beautiful up on that stage, completely in her element. You felt so lucky to be here with her that you couldn't resist the urge to show her how much you cared. You grabbed her face and gently pressed your lips against hers, savoring the softness of her mouth and the warmth of her embrace. It was a quick kiss but seeing her blushed cheeks and hearing the team applauding you was enough for you.
I've had a few little love affairs
They didn't last very long and they've been pretty scarce
You jokingly scoffed as she sang, and turned to walk away from her. But before you could get too far, Rebecca quickly grabbed your hand and tugged you into her embrace. Your back hit her chest and you felt her warmth behind you as she enveloped you in her arms.
I used to think I was sensible
It makes the truth even more incomprehensible
You turned around in her embrace wanting to see her face as you sang this verse together.
'Cause everything is new
And everything is you
And all I've learned has overturned
What can I do?
Rebecca hit the highest note in the last verse, causing a surge of excitement throughout the team. As the last chorus began, you both sang together in perfect harmony. The rest of the team joined in, jumping and screaming the lyrics from the top of their lungs. Their enthusiasm was contagious that you and Rebecca couldn’t stop smiling as you watched them getting lost in the song.
As the song ended, the team erupted into howls and applause, showing their appreciation for your performance. You and Rebecca held each other tightly, your foreheads touching, despite the noise, you only had eyes for Rebecca, admiring the way her eyes shined and the big smile on her face. You couldn't resist any longer and grabbed her face, pulling her in for a deep, passionate kiss. The team's reaction was wild, adding to the excitement of the moment. You felt a rush of adrenaline as you broke the kiss, and smiled at her.
“I think I'm falling in love with you,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.
Rebecca's eyes widened, and for a moment, you thought you'd made a mistake. But then she leaned in, her lips meeting yours in another kiss. When she pulled away, she was grinning from ear to ear.
“I think I'm falling in love with you too,” she said, her eyes shining with emotion.
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spikedru · 1 year
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add why in the tags if you wish
episode guide per writer below:
joss - welcome to the hellmouth, the harvest, nightmares, out of mind out of sight, prophecy girl, when she was bad, school hard, lie to me, ted, innocence becoming 1 & 2, anne, amends, doppelgangland, graduation day 1 & 2, the freshman, hush, who are you, restless, family, the body, the gift, once more with feeling, lessons, chosen
jane - band candy, gingerbread, earshot, the harsh light of day, pangs, doomed, a new man, superstar, the replacement, triangle, checkpoint, i was made to love you, intervention, after life, flooded, life serial, doublemeat palace, same time same place, conversations with dead people, sleeper, first date, storyteller, end of days
david fury - go fish, helpless, choices, fear itself, doomed, the i in team, primeval, real me, shadow, crush, bargaining part 2, life serial, gone, grave, sleeper, showtime, lies my parents told me
steven s deknight - blood ties, spiral, all the way, dead things, seeing red
drew greenberg - smashed, older and far away, entropy, him, the killer in me, empty places
drew goddard - selfless, conversations with dead people, never leave me, liews my parents told me, dirty girls
david greenwalt - teachers pet, angel, nightmares, school hard, reptile boy, ted, faith hope and trick, homecoming
rebecca rand kirshner - out of my mind, listening to fear, tough love, tabula rasa, hells bells, help, potential, touched
marti noxon - whats my line 1 & 2, bad eggs, surprise, bewitched bothered and bewildered, i only have eyes for you, dead mans party, beauty and the beasts, the wish, consequences, the prom, living conditions, wild at heart, doomed, goodbye iowa, new moon rising, buffy vs dracula, into the woods, forever, bargaining part 1, wrecked, villains, bring on the night
doug petrie - revelations, bad girls, enemies, the initiative, this years girl, the yoko factor, no place like home, fool for love, checkpoint, the weight of the world, flooded, as you were, two to go, beneath you, bring on the night, get it done, end of days
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spooky-dice · 4 months
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random specific dndads hcs that are canon To Me (content warning: brief discussion of mental illness)
carol and darryl’s house is very white + millennial griege with dark flooring, open concept minimalism. carol likes interior design pinterest, and darryl can’t stand clutter. they’ve got one of those portrait gallery walls. (stainless steel fridge house)
mercedes and henry’s house is super maximalist with busy, warm coloured patterns and plants and decor on every surface. it gets dusty sometimes but most of their trinkets are gifts from other people or handmade from a craft market so they refuse to get rid of anything. (coloured vintage fridge house)
glenn lives in an apartment, it’s very undecorated bc renting is Like That, and he’s a big believer in buying impulsive treats and luxuries over any investments. big dvd bookcase. intense stereo system setup is the centerpiece of the place. has a bunch of neon signs taken from bars. (white fridge house)
samantha and ron’s place is generally anti-big light. always natural light or little lamps. dark hardwood. periwinkle walls. has a big sliding door to the backyard that’s always open with the screen closed so bugs don’t get in. lots of bookcases and rugs. (black fridge house)
henry and mercedes will keep EVERY drawing or test and put it on the fridge “to celebrate both victories and opportunities for growth!” and teen sparrow gets really private abt his art and shoves it all behind his bed frame so they can’t hang it.
he also doesn’t draw for a year after getting sent to the realms.
lark sneaks out of the house and wanders the neighbourhood/park/gas station at pretty much any chance. takes a lot of buses to random places. henry used to fight with him abt it but eventually just agrees as long as he sends a check-in text after 5 hours. they still fight abt this.
grant has harm ocd. darryl never gets diagnosed with anything but it’s likely he had religious + contamination ocd. they don’t really talk about this.
glenn has the radio or tv on all the time because the silence freaks him out.
mercedes is really passionate abt all types of craftsmanship. she takes up woodworking and upholstery after she retires.
carol had subtly hinted that she wanted one of those fancy hair heat tools for christmas for 3 years straight before caving and buying them herself.
the first time nick smoked he did it alone on their balcony so glenn wouldn’t see if he coughed.
grant and carol go to comic con together. they both pretend they’re doing it to indulge the other person but they both really enjoy it.
terry is a several-hour-long-video essay fan, any topic. sparrow and grant are into those video game lore deep dives so they send each other links.
nicky’s texts are generally incomprehensible. he thinks emojis are unironically funny.
lark has bad taste in music, like folk punk and midwest emo shit. (folk punk fans know it’s bad. don’t complain. im one of you.)
ron does not know geography. like he just doesn’t know any places.
samantha leaves a place for terry sr. at their holiday dinner table. it helps all three of the stamplers feel better.
morgan got tattoos when she was in her early twenties. in the first timeline she got a few more, and in the second she didn’t. she had her tattoos touched up before moving to hell.
the marlowe’s fence has a really busted section where scary used to practice scoring.
link does all those summer library events. he doesn’t like reading he just likes the vibes.
taylor is highly susceptible to tiktok (or whatever the time period equivalent is?) ads. bought one of those electric pots where the guy cooks in his dorm room and never uses it.
normal will rewatch the same movie a million times. he’s also really into those mediocre shows where they run for like 10 seasons even though all the episodes are the same.
rebecca and sparrow are one of those “don’t go to bed angry” couples. it’s not really working but the unspoken agreement is there.
veronica and terry love going out for brunch. scary sleeps til noon. they leave her waffles in the fridge.
scary wants more piercings but veronica says she has to wait til her other ones heal. scary is not very good at taking care of them. her helix is perpetually infected and she keeps toying with her eyebrow bar.
veronica also keeps warning her that black box dye is a bitch to lift. veronica knows this from personal experience.
link has bad posture but worries about it a lot so he’s always correcting himself.
hermie keeps a ranking of his favourite B:TAS/timmverse shows/episodes. he’s also the guy who has to bring up the fact that it’s animated on black paper backgrounds in every conversation about it.
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Old Cowboy Sayings (Part 1)
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*Updated with reader warnings (sorry forgot to add them before)
Here’s the part 1 of Rhett Abbott x Reader
Prologue Part 2  Part 3  Epilogue
Rhett is a fucking mess but he’s been made to feel mediocre his whole life so he just believes it. Reader comes along to hopefully make him see his worth.
Contains mentions of SMUT
Enjoy!
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Rhett was hungover as hell. His three rides at the local rodeo last night were frustrating to say the least. Introduced not by name but as the son of the ‘great bull riding champ Royal Abbott’ hadn’t helped his mood as he was bucked all three times before the 8. Rhett had drowned his failure in the bottom of a bottle of whisky and his cock down the throat of some nameless girl wanting to hook up with a rider, losing or not. He wasn’t proud of it, but it had numbed his disappointment and that of his family. Rhett felt like shit, stinking of booze and sweat in last night’s clothes, but was helping Cecelia finish up cleaning the dusty small loft above the barn. Perry as usual of late, was nowhere to be seen but Rhett could forgive the man this once. The loft, an open space big enough for a bed and dresser with a small bathroom attached, was once used by Rebecca. It had remained untouched since her disappearance but was about to be occupied again by the daughter of one of Cecelia’s church friends. With little interest Rhett had overheard some of the story as Cecelia told Royal of her plans. Her friend had left to marry a rancher a few states over long ago, but they stayed in touch over the years. The friend and her husband, who reading between the lines was not a good man, had both died recently and their only kid had sold the ranch to escape ‘bad memories’, as Cecelia had put it. And Rhett knew something about that so he couldn’t fault them for wanting to leave the place that caused it. Royal was a hard, inflexible man and most of the time Cecelia was quiet, passive and went along with his choices. But Rhett knew his mother was a not meek woman and could be steadfast and assert herself when it mattered to her. It used to upset him that she didn’t choose to use it to stand up for him, but he was used to it by now. 
Rhett supposed he was a little like her, following along with whatever his family had decided for him and only speaking when he had something to say, not that anyone listened. The only time he really asserted himself was while drunk in a bar fight and it was usually over some throw away comment, not anything really important. Cecelia said it was her Christian duty to help this girl who had no one and she would be living and working on the ranch for food and board, so he knew her word was final and even a prickly Royal had no say in the matter. Rhett had imagined she was going to be some young, timid church mouse type and that really wasn’t his thing. So while they finished cleaning the loft and Cecelia said he wasn’t to touch her, Rhett chuckled a little and replied “Yes ma’am.��� How wrong he was. YFN as she was called, pulled up in her old truck a little later and Cecelia had the whole Abbott family lined up to greet her. She was an attractive, petite woman of a similar age to Rhett. He couldn’t help but run his appreciative eyes over her curvy hips, shapely thighs, and round ass in her worn jeans as she leant into the bed of her truck to get her duffle. As YFN walked towards them, he noticed the swing of those hips and the stretch of her shirt over her ample tits as he scanned up her body towards her lovely face. Fuck. She wasn’t a young girl at all and by the way she swayed her hips, she didn’t look to be an innocent either. She was a pretty little thing, and the no touching rule was going to be much harder than he first thought. YFN greeted Cecelia with a bunch of flowers and a long hug, his mother whispered to her and whatever was said was met with YFN’s sad smile. Cecelia introduced her to his father and brother, and she shook Royal then Perry’s hand with a small nod, Perry openly staring at her. Rhett frowned slightly at that, he’d seen that look on him before and didn’t like it at all. YFN very quickly moved on from him and smiled warmly at Amy and already had his niece wrapped around her little finger by handing her a gift that appeared to be coloured pencils and a notebook. “This is our youngest boy Rhett.” his mother spoke, “Don’t mind the state of him.”
Rhett studied her pretty eyes, pink plump lips and the smattering of freckles over her nose and cheeks. Damn she was a looker. “Hi.” YFN smiled and her eyes met his, “I’m okay with a mess.” she said, voice like honey and she extended her hand to him. Rhett didn’t know if she was talking about his appearance or if she already had him pegged as the family disappointment. He wiped the dirt off his hand on last night’s jeans. Shit he wished he’d cleaned up when he got home early this morning. He took her outstretched hand in his and was surprised to find it calloused and rough much like his own. A slow warmth from Rhett’s palm spread throughout his body. He had lost count of how many women he’d screwed to feel anything, but a simple handshake from her stirred something in Rhett. YFN raised an eyebrow at him. Rhett released the breath he didn’t realise he’d been holding and quietly uttered “Ma’am.” She smiled sweetly and dropped his hand before turning back to address Royal “Thank you for lettin’ me stay. I’ll work hard and do what’s asked of me.” “Best you do.” Royal grunted, “You ride girl?” “All my life sir. My horse was sold in the settlement though.” YFN replied unphased by Royal’s coolness. “Go on and get yourself squared away then.” he pointed to the barn and then at Rhett. “The boy will get you acquainted with a horse and then you can help him. His no-good drunk ass surely needs it.” Royal said resentfully. 
His father and Perry walked off in the opposite direction of the barn and without a word, Cecelia took Amy inside, leaving Rhett and YFN standing together. 
He wasn’t surprised at Royal’s comment or his family’s hasty departure because of it, but Rhett’s head and shoulders dropped. “Rhett.” YFN said gently. He was surprised she hadn’t walked off too. Rhett looked at her expecting to see pity or judgement, but he just saw understanding in her eyes. “I had a daddy like that too.” she revealed softly, voice laced with a little resentment, “I ain’t gonna listen to yours either when he says crap like that.”
Rhett was surprised by both her candour and that she had chosen not to believe his father’s words, but he said nothing.
“You know, my mamma had an old cowboy saying, ‘Don’t judge anyone by their relatives’.” YFN said simply. Rhett took a moment and searched her eyes for an indication she wasn’t being genuine, but he found none. 
“You always listen to your mamma?” he asked, voice hoarse from his hangover. A wry smile graced her lips “She was a religious woman so not always…” The corner of Rhett’s mouth turned up ever so slightly, “That so?” “Mm-hmm.” YFN hummed, “I mean it. I ain’t gonna settle on who you are based off them.” Rhett nodded at that, he was grateful but it was only a matter of time until she realised for herself that he was just as they said. YFN laughed lightly to herself, and Rhett thought it was the sweetest sound. 
“You do smell like shit though.” she said amused. Rhett smiled at that. A real smile, one that was usually reserved for Amy or a good bull ride. This girl was something special. A pretty face and curves, and kind with a witty mouth on her. She didn’t need a man like him screwing with her so Rhett knew he would look but do as Cecelia asked and try his best not to touch. “I know. Lemme find you a horse and show you the ropes then.” he said still smiling as he picked up YFN’s duffle and walked with her to the barn. …… A few months passed on the Abbott Ranch, one day rolling into the next as it always did but for Rhett, it felt different. He was still a goddamn mess, but he just didn’t feel so lonely or detached as he once did.  Rhett still drank almost every night, got into fights, and had a few quick fucks when he was irritated at his riding, but it wasn’t all he had anymore. YFN had fit in like she’d always been there. The work was the same, but Rhett was no longer tasked with the bulk of it alone. His father had put YFN with Rhett to learn, but if it was meant as another chore for him, it had backfired. She was anything but a burden to him or to the ranch. And it was almost as if YFN breathed life back into it, and breathed life back into him. She was kind, funny and helpful and Rhett thought her to be very intelligent but in two different ways. Firstly because she’d figured out early on to avoid a hard, dismissive Royal and an unstable, leering Perry as much as possible. And secondly, she was smart enough to give Amy a hand with her homework and helped Cecelia in figuring out to the ranch’s messy financial situation, albeit without Royal’s knowledge. Rhett thought he should be jealous of YFN, as Amy and Cecelia were both obviously fond of her, and his mother trusted had her to help, something that hadn’t ever been afforded to him. But he wasn’t in the slightest, Rhett was pleased YFN was helping the women in his life. From growing up on a ranch, YFN had the skill and the strength to manage the routine and tasks of one. She was hard working and capable and true to her word she did everything that was asked of her to earn her place at the ranch. YFN and Rhett had quickly found a daily rhythm and worked well together, each balancing out the strengths and weaknesses of the other. She wasn’t as lazy or as careless as Perry and didn’t chastise him or judge him in silence like Royal. YFN seemed content just let him work the way he wanted, offering suggestions occasionally but never criticising and she was open when he did the same. From the get-go Rhett had just one problem living and working with YFN. 
It was hard to keep his mind off her. In the beginning, YFN was focused on finding her place and learning the routine, so she didn’t talk a lot save a bit of a chat here or a joke there. And Rhett wasn’t one for talking much anyway so he no issue with the comfortable silence. But fuck did his cock have other ideas.
Rhett was very attracted to YFN, and he couldn’t help but fix on the way her jeans hugged her ass as she bent over, the bounce of her full tits as she rode her horse or her the way her tongue ran over her chapped lips after a day working in the sun. Rhett often hid the growing bulge in his jeans during the day and fisted himself in the shower at night, as he imagined those lips wrapped around his dick or her his face buried in her ample chest as she rode him. Rhett was good at picking up on physical cues of women and was pretty sure YFN was attracted to him too. She flirted with him, but didn’t tease and Rhett noticed her appraising him, biting her lip, and subtly rubbing her thighs together quite often. They had never really touched. Just the occasional contact of fingers when she handed something to him or when they brushed past each other in a small space. But even the smallest contact was enough to make Rhett hard. He knew she was no church mouse, but she didn’t act like a slut either. YFN never made a move so neither did Rhett. They just continued to dance around each other for months on end. Any other woman and he would of her bent over something by now and fucked her. But YFN was special so he let her be. He’d curb the need she set off inside of him by screwing a random ‘buckle bunny’ here and there, all while thinking of YFN. Rhett was a mongrel for doing it, but he wasn’t worthy of her and needed to release his tension with those girls who were willing. And he didn’t want to ruin anything between them because he couldn’t keep his cock under control around her. Rhett had found a way to handle the sexual attraction. But he very quickly found himself catching feelings for her. He hadn’t cared about anyone since Maria and he was pretty naive to it all back then, so Rhett didn’t know how to handle feelings. Rhett was quiet by nature, except if he was drunk then he became a little loose lipped especially when he was fucking. But he had also been led to believe most of his life that what he said was of little value or interest, so he just kept his mouth shut.  But then YFN came along and started asking him about himself like she really wanted to know him. Simple things at first, like his favourite colour or what music he liked. The short lines of questioning eventually morphed into deeper things like why bull riding was important to him, where he felt the most peaceful and they even touched on the shit with his family. Rhett wanted to know her too and YFN was open and honest with him, two things most people weren’t in his experience. She was full of witty one-liners and dirty jokes, and Rhett had laughed more in months, than he had his whole life.
With the money problems at the ranch, YFN encouraged Rhett with his ideas to help turn things around. His family had never involved him, Rhett was labour and nothing more, but she praised him for his thoughts and possible solutions and promised to support him if he presented them to his family. They hadn’t got to spend any time alone outside of working, but she often joined in when he and Amy did something, all of them laughing and being silly together.  Rhett had never dared to dream of a family but as he watched her with Amy, it gave him the smallest sliver hope and set off something off primal inside of him. So Rhett wanted to fuck YFN, in every goddamn way he knew how. But he wanted to love her. Ride bulls, work honestly, breed babies into her and share a life together. Rhett remembered an old cowboy saying his grandfather used to use, ‘You think everything in the universe revolves around the sun, but once you love a cowgirl you know that everything revolves around her’. Rhett used to believe it was stupid, but he felt that way about YFN. He knew YFN was attracted to him and genuinely wanted to know him, but he doubted she wanted these all things with him, no one ever had. So he resigned himself to be content with the ways she was already making his mediocre and messy life better by just being in it.
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Hi there! I'm so sorry to hear you're getting anon hate. As someone who gets a LOT of that from another fandom, I had hoped for better from the Ted Lasso community (though I can't say I'm surprised). As a hardcore Tedependent shipper who is ignoring the HELL out of our finale, may I offer a soft headcanon in these trying times? In the Season 3 that never was, Ted has done a great job of forestalling his full-blown panic attacks, but his hands still shake a lot. Meanwhile, Trent "Gender? Who's She?" Crimm has grown his hair long and while he loves the look, the curls are A Lot. They get tangled easily, crazy when wind-swept, they're a lot more time to take care of in the morning which he just can't find the energy for, etc. (I may or may not be projecting from when my own hair was long...) So he just decides to... use Ted? But in like, a helpful way. Oh look, Ted's getting anxious and his hands are shaking GUESS WHO NEEDS A BRAID IMMEDIATELY. Or oh no, he's spiraling, Ted would you do me the biggest favor and try to untangle this?🥺Basically they both win: Ted suddenly has something to do with his hands/something simple to focus on (which helps a lot) and the request - no matter how manufactured - feeds his need to be Helpful™. Meanwhile, Trent's hair gets some much needed maintenance with the added bonus of Ted essentially pampering him. It's important to note that Ted is oblivious to the implications of all this for the LONGEST time. Someone: [making Ted feel like shit] Trent dressed in his favorite Golden Girls t-shirt, blazer, skirt, killer heels he got from Keeley last Christmas, perfect hair framing the absolute DEATH STARE he's pulling out from his journalist days, bodily blocking Ted from them while keeping his voice nice and gentle: "Ted would you give me a high ponytail, please? You did such a great job last time." Ted inexplicably feeling better: "Oh! Sure, sport :)"
I love this so freaking much!
If you don't mind me adding to this beautiful headcanon, Ted unconsciously starts reaching out to touch Trent's hair like brushing it back from his shoulder or swiping his fingertips along the ends to ground himself during moments of mild discomfort. It usually only happens when they're alone (because for some reason they don't stand as close to each other when other people are around), and eventually it stops even being a grounding thing and just becomes part of their physical language together.
Then I kinda like the idea of them doing girl talk with Rebecca and Keeley, and it happens because they're next to each other on the couch and close enough, and everyone's laughing and relaxed, and Rebecca and Keeley see it and share an epic look that Trent sees and is mortified by, but from that moment on, he has The Most Terrifying and Formidable Cheerleading Squad.
Thank you so much for this headcanon! I hope you don't mind my additions here, anon! Once you get me started with these two, it's hard to stop!
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Omg anon talking about max spanking reminds me of the video of Carlos giving Rebecca a lil pat on the ass and I am 1000% sure Carlos would be into spanking as well, I feel like he’s an ass man and his hands are big as hell too.
One spank from him has you hissing and tensing as you try to get through the stinging sensation without crying and Carlos is just humming not even paying any attention to you just pinching and massaging the aching spot like he didn’t just set your ass on fire lmfao
(Also quick question, do you write for Lewis? If you don’t, sorry for askingggg I’m new here huhu🫠🫠🫠)
I don’t write for lewis!
OKAY BUT ESPECIALLY WITH BRAT!LECLERC?? AND THE PHOTO OF CARLOS COMING OUT THE POOL IN HIS RECENT DUMP??? LIKE THAT LOOK???
she’s just winding him up with a wee bikini and just keeping a distance so he’s all worked up. and the second he gets his hands on her, his hands are on her ass and she’s gasping and she just melts under his touch🫠and he just loves to watch her get all whiny and wet and teary before he kisses her ass and finally allows her to come
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pablitogavii · 10 months
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Best friend's little sister Pt. 2
Here comes part 2 for y'all..thank you so much for all the likes and shares!! You guys are awesome! Hope you enjoy this mini series and comment what you think will happen next, thanks! <3
Here is Pt. 1
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Your POV
I was avoiding Gavi..on purpose..because I couldn't stop myself from wanting to kiss those plum lips whenever I saw them. Why the hell did that cabrón have to kiss me and make me hooked like that!?
"Earth to Y/n! We going out tonight??" my best friend Rebecca whispered making sure professor doesn't catch it while reading his paperwork and I nodded promising to find a way to sneak out when everyone goes to bed.
"We'll make you forget about that chico amiga!" she said and you rolled your eyes saying that you already did which was the biggest lie that could come out of your mouth but whatever.
You had to carry your heels in your hand as to not wake anybody while walking down the stairs like you were an intruded trying not to get detected. Suddenly someone coughed and you jumped almost yelling on top of your lungs but you slapped a hand onto your hand.
"Joder Pedri! I almost died cabrón!" you curse him walking all the way down suddenly realizing that your brother just caught you sneaking out pass midnight.
"And where are you going??" he said and you had to think quick on your toes saying the first thing that came to your mind.
"Date! Um..please don't blow my cover Pepi??" you used his nickname and he rolled his eyes sighing and promising not to tell your parents as long as you don't come back too late and you promised.
"Let's go!" you jumped into your friend's jeep and she pulled the rood down speeding down the road while wind blew though your hair while you vibe to the loud music.
Pablo's POV
She was avoiding me! Whenever I would come over, Pedri would say she just had to leave to study or meet friends. I knew she left the moment he said I was coming over!
I was laying in bed opening her private story which I was apart of somehow shocked to see her filming while dancing in the club with some cabrón behind her and my jaw started clenching.
It was three in the morning and she was out there all alone! I couldn't handle the thought of this so I texted her immediately. No response. Damn it bombon!
pablo: you're sister home hermano??
pedri: nahh went on a date or something why?
pablo: nothing.
I knew exactly which bar she was at and I got dressed driving there quickly before entering being asked if I would like our usual VIP area but I said that I was fine.
I came to the bar ordering a drink but before I could have a sip, I scanned the room for her finally seeing her trying to pull away from an older guy who wasn't letting her go that easily. I felt my fists tight as I walked towards them angrily.
"Vamos bailar chiquita.." he was drunk off his ass trying to grab her hips but she pulled back shaking her head looking around for anybody to help her..my poor bomboncita.
"No..gracias." she said but he kept trying to touch her as I finally pushed past the crowd grabbing her wrist and pulling her behind me. She was shocked about to pull away but when she saw it was me ,she calmed down doing as I asked.
Your POV
He was here..Pablo was really here now. I felt so uncomfortable since this older guy kept asking to dance and all my friends were suddenly nowhere to be seen. I was so glad he was here..to keep me safe.
"Que pasa!? Who are you!?" guy said to Pablo angrily and I got worried that his short fuse will result in a fight he certainly doesn't need on his record right now.
"She's with me.." was all Pablo said and I was glad he was trying to keep calm and avoid conflict.
"Nahh she was grinding on my carajo all night..so back off and let me show her a good time" he was trying to reach for me but I shook my head snaking my arms around Pablo's waist hiding my face into his back.
"The only one showing her a good time is me cabrón so back off before I make you do it!" Pablo growled shielding me and placing his large hand over my small ones in reassurance. Then it hit me..what did he just say?? My thighs closed in sudden anticipation.
"Whatever, take your puta!" guy said and that was the last straw as Pablo tried to rush towards him but my arms wouldn't let him go as I begged him to take me home.
"Por favor Pablito..for me" I said and he calmed down nodding his hand taking my hand and walking out of the club quickly. He was angry..I could tell so you stayed quiet following him towards his car. He opened a door for me buckling me up before coming to the front seat. I was way too drunk for this...
Pablo's POV
I was freaking pissed off! How could she be so fucking reckless!?
What if I wasn't there to protect her tonight!? What if that filthy hijo de puta did something to her!? I suddenly felt her hand on top mine rested on the steering wheel while I drove home.
"I'm sorry Pablito.." she said pouting knowing that always gives her an advantage but tonight I wasn't going to let this go easily. Was she really fucking grinding on some guys dick!?
"No bombon. You made me worried about you tonight!" I said without thinking and she smiled moving closer being pulled back by the buckle until she undid it so she can rest her head on my shoulder.
"Mmm you were worried about me??" she asked playfully but I was not in the mood to joke around. This was serious and I needed to finally have a real talk with her.
"You should buckle up bombon.." I said stealing a glance being in love with the way she looked precious while laying her head on my shoulder like this...why the hell was she so precious!?
"But I wanna be close to you.." she pouted not moving an inch and I just stayed quiet for the rest of the ride until we arrived to my apartment building.
"Alright, let's go.." I said getting out and opening her door but she just gave me grabby hands saying she was too drunk and dizzy to walk. I sighed grabbing her body like she weighted nothing (which she did) and tossing her over my shoulder before closing and locking the car.
"You're way too possessive.." she giggled drunkly and I was done with her brattiness spanking her ass while walking and that took her by surprise for sure.
"Did you just..um spank me?" she said and I chuckled at her sudden shyness all the confidence vanishing suddenly..I really liked that ;)
"I already told you that you are running your mouth too much bombon!" I said sternly waiting for her response which came fairly quickly.
"Um..I'm..s..sorry..papi" and with that my bulge was poking through my shorts as I took a couple of deep breath while walking into my apartment and setting her down onto the bed. Fuck bombon!
Your POV
The way he spanked me when I misbehaved..and handled me was such a massive turn on..not to mention being drunk off my ass right now. I was so fucking horny!
"Arms up!" he ordered and I wouldn't dare misbehave again doing as he asked as he took off my dress leaving me in my matching red set that he certainly checked out but quickly took his old Barça shirt and put it over my body. The shirt smelled so strongly of him..that it made me even more drunk.
"Drink some water" he brought the cut of cold water to my lips and I opened my mouth obediently drinking some which sobered me up quite a lot.
"Bueno, now let's go to bed.." he opened the covers before taking off his own pants and shirt joining you. You quickly found your way close to him as he held you.
"Are you still mad at me??" I said looking up at him while he nodded making me pout and start kissing his neck in order to soften him up a little bit.
"Please don't be mad at me..papi.." I praised continuing to kiss up to his jaw and he relaxed under the touch his ego stroked that no matter what happened, I was only in his bed tonight...I was only his.
"Joder bombon! That's my..weak spot" he groaned and I continued to suck on it leaving a prominent mark while his strong arms wrapped around my body pulling me close.
"Why did you leave me alone for so long ..?" you spoke softly and sadly and he kissed your forehead pulling you on top of him so you can lay against his body as close as possible.
"You avoided me bombon.." he answered and I felt sad looking into his eyes and finally catching a glimpse of those plum lips I dreamed about for days..they looked so perfect and kissable.
"Because I wanted to kiss you again..so badly" I admit meeting his eyes as a smirk appears on his handsome face. Those words were music to his ears.
"So do it bomboncita.."he said cockily and my cheeks blushed as I didn't know weather I heard him correctly..since last time I thought he would never want to do it again.
"What?" you said and he chuckles at you innocence pulling you even closer so that your lips were only inches away from each other.
"Let me taste those lips again princesa.." his voice was stern but yarning and you could no longer hold back deciding to give into you desire.
"Mm yes papi.." you answered making him smirk before your lips were finally on his as they mended together so perfectly like they were meant for each other.
Pablo's POV
We've been making out for the next fifteen minutes, hungrily, like we couldn't stay away from each other..it was true, I couldn't stay away from her anymore.
When she got on top of clumsily giggling, it hit me that I needed to have a talk with Pedri..one thing I dreaded the most.
"Nena..wait..you're drunk and should get some sleep" I said also thinking that it was better if we wait a little longer at least until I talk to Pedri..I needed to be the one to tell him.
"Do you want me Pablito?" she asked now sitting on top of me and the moment her ass got in contact with my still hard bulge I couldn't stop my hands from gripping her hips while nodding my head.
She smiled leaning in and starting to kiss my neck..fuck! If she doesn't stop this, I won't be able to control myself.
"Don' be bad bomboncita.." I groaned and she giggled nuzzling her head into my neck while laying on top of me slightly rubbing herself on my bulge.
"What if I want to be bad??" she said a yawn following shortly after which made me chuckle at how adorable she was right now.
"Then I'm going to tame you bombon.." I said and she smiled nodding her head adorably while slowly dozing off to sleep placing her hand onto my heart like she wanted to feel it beat.
"I'm yours Pablito.." those words made my heart stop being for a moment and I found myself smiling wide like an idiot..that's all I wanted. 0
When I woke up, she was already up texting someone and I asked who she was talking to sighting when I heard it was Pedri.
"He's going to hate me.." I said out loud and she put her phone away getting on top of me again and leaning down to kiss my lips..damn, those lips were my kryptonite!
"We'll find the right moment to tell him, Pablito..I promise" she said reassuringly laying her head down and my chest and I held her close feeling afraid of losing her.
What if he forbids me form ever seeing her again? I wouldn't be able to do it..in such a short time my feelings fro her transformed form intense annoyance to unimaginable passion...I was so screwed!
Thoughts? COMMENT :)
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my-little-wraithlings · 11 months
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Faulty Learning Curve (Renfield 2023)
@fangirl-saya I'm a little rusty at writing fics but here's a short one.
Warnings: PTSD, past abuse, traumatized submissive behavior(?).
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It wasn’t supposed to be like this.
He was supposed to be getting better!
Rebecca’s chest ached from the speed at which her heart was pounding. It felt like if her pulse spiked any higher, her heart was going to smash through her sternum. The ache went deeper. It spiked down into her frozen lungs as she struggled to breathe but couldn’t. Her expression frozen in horror as she stared down at her colossal fuckup. 
Robert was on the floor, whimpering as he quivered. Trembling hands covered his head. Lanky body curled into an impossibly small ball on Rebecca’s dull carpet. He only seemed to curl up further when Rebecca tried to reach for him. She was left standing, floundering, as she racked her brain on how to fix this.
“Fuck.” The word escaped her lips strangled. She looked about but the answer didn’t come to her. God, how had she been so stupid! “Okay… Okay… Fuck, shit. Gotta fix this.”
She closed her eyes. Hands clenching a few times as she took a deep breath. What had Robert tried to do before she had spooked him? Right. Rest his head on her lap. God, she screwed up so bad. She hadn’t meant to yell. He had just startled her. Fuck.
Rebecca opened her eyes and took another breath to calm the pounding anxiety. The sound of her own blood rushing in her ears made her head ache. She looked down then back at the couch. She had rushed to her feet when Robert had suddenly cowered to the ground. She felt like such a jackass. She needed to be careful about this. 
She looked at the distance between herself and the couch again. It wasn’t much. Maybe a foot and a half. She clenched one hand and took a breath, slowly taking a single step back until her heel hit the couch. She finished the step, bringing back her other foot until she stood with her calves to the couch. She lowered herself to the couch with careful precision. Holding very still once she was down.
What now?
Anxiety still prickled under the skin of her arms, heart pounding. She could hear muffled babbling from Robert. The sound of it made her throat unbearably dry. Swallowing was a painful experience and did little to calm her mind enough to let her think through this all.
“H-hey, Rob-” His name was cut off by a cough, her mouth too dry to keep speaking. She grimaced and swallowed before trying again. “Robert?”
Her heart felt like it was bathed in ice water as she watched his head snap up immediately. Eyes impossibly blue, pupils constricted tightly. He took in her every movement. Long fingers grasping at his hair, still guarding his head as he watched her intently. A muscle in his face twitched under the strain of his clenched jaw. The whimpers were barely audible.
“Hey.” Her hand tapped down on her thigh. The bile burning at her throat the second her palm touched her leg as she made the patting motion. “Come here.”
He didn’t blink. His eyes never left her. Without hesitating a second, he got to his knees. 
“C’mon.” God, she was going to vomit in her mouth. “It’s okay.” She watched him crawl over. Her guts writhing into what felt like knots as he knelt before her. Gagging silently when he dipped his head, nuzzling his face apologetically against her thigh.
“‘M sorry, Master.” The words made her hand clench in the couch cushions hidden behind her leg.
Good god, she was so stupid! How had she not noticed? Why hadn’t she picked up on it? How had she not noticed his behavior the past two weeks?! Every meal prepared for her. Breakfast in bed everyday, now that she thought about it. Her work outfits layed out. Her slippers waiting at the door when she got home. God, what the hell?! She had just thought he’d been doing his eccentric “house husband” thing that he seemed to enjoy doing.
None of this had struck her until she’d gotten home from work today. It had been a shitty day and she had just decided to collapse onto the couch to watch TV. Maybe order delivery. It had been a solid plan until Robert had followed her into the living room. She had blinked at him, confused, before he dropped to his knees. He had curled in close, head on her lap before she could even open her mouth.
And when it did finally opened, she had basically screamed to get the fuck away from her!
She didn’t know what had come over her. Just seeing him acting like that, it frightened her. He wasn’t supposed to be doing things like that. It was bad for his head! But, she realized now, that screaming at him was worse.
And the worst part, she still fuckin’ ended up with him on his knees before her. Except he was even more traumatized now. Great fuckin’ job, Quincy.
“Shush. It’s Rebecca, remember?” She felt him nod slightly against her thigh. Her hand trembled with hesitation as she rested it on his head. Slowly beginning to pet his hair. “Shh… It’s okay. I’m sorry. It was my fault.”
She grimaced. She wished she was better at this. Wished she knew the words to fix him and screw his head back on straight. “I’m not mad. I’m so sorry, Robert.”
She continued the slow rhythm of her petting motion. Feeling the stiffness leave his frame as he curled closer to her. She could hear what sounded like humming from him as he pressed his cheek more to her thigh, his eyes closed. She gritted her teeth but tried to keep any negative emotion off her face as she leaned forward. She slid her hand forward, reaching down. Grinding her teeth a bit as she dipped her hand into the pocket of his jeans. Careful that her fingers didn’t brush him inappropriately as she grabbed his phone. He didn’t react as she slipped it from his pocket and quickly opened his contact list. Her heart clenched as she hit the call button beside Mark’s name.
~*~End~*~
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infamousbrad · 5 months
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you see me now, a veteran of a thousand shipping wars
So I just saw the Variety interview with Rebecca Sugar about the 10th anniversary of the first episode of Steven Universe, and I have Big Damned Feelings about something in it. Things that I should know better than to say in public. Old battles that never ended in anything but the shakiest of armistices. Things we all coalesced into an unspoken agreement to never speak of again, but, being me, I can't help myself, I gotta vent. About the second time that Steven Universe fandom made ourselves look monstrous, one of the biggest reasons why other fandoms believe that Steven Universe fans are the worst fans in fandom.
Not only was I right about the Amedot/Lapidot shipwar, I was one of the ONLY people who was right about it. And that doesn't happen often, but I was in a unique place to see it. Because, you see, I am a member of the most hated group in fandom, especially here on Tumblr.
I fucking hate non-canon 'ships. Hate, hate, hate them.
Go ahead, call me a monster.
There are people in this world who, if you hand them a random pile of fashion dolls and/or action figures, are going to make them all kiss and then make them all fuck. It's like that's the only story they know: "now make them kiss!"
And time after time, I'm over here in the outcasts corner muttering to myself, "There is nothing in the canonical source material, nothing in these characters' culture, no authorial conscious or unconscious intent nor in the actors' performances, that suggests that these characters would ever in a million years find each other romantically or sexually attractive, let alone kiss, let alone fuck. There ARE other kinds of relationships, y'know."
In my old age I've long-since learned to let it just roll off of my back like water off a duck, to let them have their disgusting fun, to not let it get to me no matter how much it looks like defacing some artist's beloved work. Not my circus, not my monkeys; let people like what they like.
But.
When we were introduced to Lapis, the very first thing we were told about her was that she had just been released from 5,000 years of solitary confinement in that mirror (for a crime that Pink Diamond framed her for, not that she knew that) and spent some long part of that time in straight-up sensory deprivation with the mirror trapped in Pearl's pearl.
There was no way in hell she was ever going to process enough of that trauma to form any kind of romantic or sexual feelings in just a couple of seasons of a TV show. I found the whole idea that she was going to kiss anyone, fuse with anyone, emotionally repugnant.
Not long after we met Peridot, we found out that she felt deep shame and horror when the Crystal Gems took away her limb-enhancers. We even found out why: she was deep in the Gem Hegemony's propaganda that "off-color," form-non-compliant gems are disgusting abominations. And our Peridot only barely cleared the threshold. Only barely normal enough to have not been straight-up recycled at birth, but still ugly as fuck to a form-compliant peridot. She has known since however many tens of thousands of years ago she was made that nobody was ever going to fuse with her.
There was no way in hell she was ever going to process enough of that trauma to form any kind of romantic or sexual feelings in just a couple of seasons of a TV show. I found the whole idea that she was going to kiss anyone, fuse with anyone, emotionally repugnant.
So I appreciated the scene where she, in a moment of vulnerability, tried to fuse with Amethyst, the first gem she ever physically touched. And I appreciated even more the instilled shame and self-loathing that wouldn't let her go through with it.
So when Amedot shippers and Lapidot shippers went full on nuclear on every social media platform, like scorched-earth mutually assured destruction nuclear, determined to use coordinated action and maximal nastiness against anyone who advocated for a non-canon ship that contradicted their non-canon ship? I spent that whole time losing my damned mind, and the more people got driven off of social media over this (including, for fucks' sake, one of the show's own writing team, Lauren Zuke!) the more I went from trying to gently change the subject to just full-on fucking hating them both.
Rebecca Sugar has just straight-up said that both the Amedot shippers and the Lapidot shippers were wrong, and her explanation for why they were both wrong is pretty close to my interpretation of the writing and the performances (which, and I know this is part of why I have to vent about this, doesn't happen all that often). So if you fought in the Amedot/Lapidot War? I hope you're suitably ashamed of what you did, and I hope you finally learned better.
Okay, I got that out of my system. How you respond to that is on you. Replies and reblogs are open, but if you hate me for saying this, understand that I don't fucking care what you think.
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