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Please tell me more about gender flipped Jamie because that seems like So Many Thoughts that I would love to hear
I have so many thoughts and yet they are so ephemeral and unspecific and this has been languishing in my askbox and this isn't technically what you asked for but here's what I wrote instead:
Chelsea sent Roy into retirement the way you sent an aging dog to be euthanized. Slowly and gradually, an inescapable march towards a day you knew was coming. Roy's agent gently broke the news to him that they wouldn't be renewing his contract, but there was no gently breaking Roy.
The retirement itself was an underwhelming affair; he stayed numb throughout the presser, answered questions, and left the spotlight. No bang--not even a whimper.
That was months ago. Now Roy Kent, former Chelsea star, was daydrinking at a bar in Richmond at half-three in the afternoon, wondering if he could convince the matron of the house to change the fucking channel.
"Rough season our girls have had," the proprietor, Mae, explained in a tone befitting a bartender cleaning a pint. In reality, she'd joined Roy at the bar with her own glass of chardonnay. "Lot of shake ups. New owner, new gaffer. Still, it could be worse. This new coach of theirs might be from the States, but we're sitting higher up on the table than we have in years. Does your lot keep up with the Super League, then?"
It was one in a series of loaded questions. Roy couldn't imagine you could be a bartender in London without knowing who Roy Kent was. Sheer wasted optimism, he'd had, moving out of Chelsea and assuming anything short of leaving the country would get him away from the haunting specter of his own fucking jersey.
"Yeah," Roy answered reluctantly. "Yeah, some of us keep up. All the teams in the Premier have sister teams, don't we?" Except for Richmond. The one outlier--the only team in the league without a big brother to speak of.
"Mm. Then you heard about the scandal?"
Roy grunted. Of course he heard. Everyone knew about Rupert Mannion ages ago; it was about bloody time someone did something. Awful for his ex-wife that it'd fallen to her to do it.
Mae topped off his chardonnay before pouring the remainder of the bottle into her own glass. "This new gaffer though, he's one of the good ones. He hangs around here sometimes, and you can tell just by listening to him--he respects those girls."
Since retiring, Roy had gotten used to living in a fog. He spent time with his niece, met with the yoga mums, let old ladies in bars talk his ears off to their heart's content, but anything he did between those events was a drudgery--a slow painful effort to drag one foot in front of the other, metaphorically and physically.
So he couldn't have said what it was about Mae's offhand praise for the Richmond Whippet's new gaffer that rankled him into talking back.
"Is he any good though?"
"What was that?"
"Their new coach," Roy gestured with his wine glass at the television in the corner. "The American. Is he any good?"
Mae shrugged one shoulder. "He's gotten better."
"So not really then."
The look Mae gave him could've scoured paint from a wall. "Well, talent isn't everything. Is it, Mr. Kent?"
She left under the guise of check on the three men in the corner. Regulars, by the looks of it; and the three of them the only ones aside from Mae wearing supporting colors for the local team.
He hadn't watched a match in ages. Oh, he'd caught highlights--it was impossible not too--but the few times he'd tried, unfairness ballooned in his chest like an atom bomb, and he gave up.
He hadn't bothered to watch anything from the women's league either. What difference would it make to try watching a different league. Sure, he didn't know any of them the way he knew the men in the Premier League, but football was football and envy was envy.
From what little he'd seen so far, he didn't envy Richmond at all. Everton had them on the ropes.
Roy winced as Number 14 knocked one off the crossbar. It'd been a good attempt. A solid cross from Number 9 had put it in the path, but with no one else nearby she'd gone for a risky shot.
From what little he'd paid attention to, only 9 and 14 were making any actual progress on the pitch, with 9 working double time to cut up the field. Every time the ball dropped back down the center, Richmond lost possession. Every. Time.
It was Number 6 that was the problem. McNally, that was it. Red-head, center-mid, captain. Roy knew her by reputation. A tough, seasoned player, who'd gotten her fair collection of caps for England. She had the experience; it didn't make any fucking sense why she'd be the weak link.
Roy looked away. He took a gulp of his chardonnay and relished in the unpleasant way it stung his nose. It'd be masochism to keep watching.
He kept watching.
Within five minutes, he'd cracked it.
Number 6 refused to pass to Number 9.
The gameplay split off like a branching tree. Either 6 got possession, crossed to another player, and they lost it to Everton's deep defensive line; or 9 got it herself and took it up the field, at which point the entire Richmond side narrowed down to the actions of 9 and 14.
What the fuck was going on?
In the aerial cameras showed two Everton players marking Number 9. Number 6 crossed to Number 24, and 24 took it to the net only for a defender to block her out easily.
A close up lingered on Number 24. She couldn't have looked more upset with herself. Young thing. Good talent, bad nerves. Fixable with the right support.
Number 6 got into Number 9's face and shouted. So where's her fucking support?
The camera panned in on 6 and 9 as what looked like a shouting match took place between the teammates. There was McNally, red-haired and red-faced and openly swearing even if the mics couldn't pick it up, and then there was Number 9. A cut of a girl, strong featured and iron-jawed, with her forehead set down like she intended to ram McNally like a bull if the captain came any closer.
What a fucking mess.
The camera panned to the gaffer, who stood with his hands in his pockets and a frown under his mustache. He called neither player off.
The match went back into play and almost immediately Number 9 took a foul. A blatant hit, tackled before she could grab possession again. Everton had singled her out just as clearly as Roy had.
Number 6 stood off to the side while 14 and 24 argued with the ref. The captain watched in open annoyance as Number 9 levered herself off the ground with a wince, her left side stained with grass and a limp.
Some fucking captain.
Number 9 took position for a free kick, and her name finally flashed across the screen in a font large enough for Roy to read. Jamie Tartt. Tartt lined up for the kick, for all the good it would do when she was a good forty meters back--
Tartt walloped the ball cleanly into the net.
A frisson of electricity ran down Roy's spine.
The lads at the end of the bar broke into cheers.
Half of the Richmond Whippets descended on Tartt. The other half shuffled around in discontent.
Number 24--Obisanya--nodded at Tartt, who nodded back. They didn't hug.
Extricating herself from (half) of her teammates, Tartt threw an arm around the only person she'd passed to all night--14, Rojas. Heads pressed together, headband to matching headband, they looked furtive and serious in their two-person huddle.
The camera panned back to the gaffer. He clapped but he didn't celebrate.
The whole thing was bizarre.
No, Mae was right; talent wasn't everything. Because Richmond had talent--what a spectacular fucking goal--and they were a fucking mess, like nothing Roy had ever witnessed before in his career.
If Mae was willing to put up with him, he might have to come back for the next match. Who knew, maybe he'd try swinging by on an off-match day to catch their gaffer and give him a piece of his mind.
Finally, something to look forward to. His sister would be so proud.
#genderswap au#i go back and forth on how to swap the coaching staff without losing the impetus of Ted and Rebecca's relationship#particularly the Divorcing Rupert of it all#and I do have a genderswapped Roy in my back pocket#but i also have this version--where I get to explore a bit of How Roy Exists if he had stayed at Chelsea and never met Ted when he did#i also get to give Roy an older version of a team of girls who are unfazed and delighted by the angry sweary beardy man yelling at him#so that delights me too#anyways I have lots of thoughts and this was supposed to be a short writing sprint#it is not short#whoops#ted lasso#roy kent#jamie tartt#writing snippet#if this one seems rougher than the other stuff it is because I am still braindead at finally finishing chapter one of the other thing
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If Roy does want to stop Jamie from joining the rest of the team for their night out in Amsterdam for Training Reasons, I need Jamie to argue that it’s unfair to demand that he be a teamplayer if he doesn’t get to actually be part of the team, especially after the whole Zava thing that had me feeling fucking alienated, man.
Partly because, you know, decent point, Jamie, but mostly because I need a reaction shot of Coach Beard looking shocked and dismayed that Jamie knows words now and Beard just doesn’t know how to deal with that.
#don’t take this seriously#i’m just very amused by beard’s reaction to jamie correcting him in 3x03#and ted looking so damned delighted over it#but i do wonder about their relationship you know#beard and jamie#well the lack of one#wasn’t beard reasonably pro-jamie in season 1?#he seems quite upset when jamie is recalled to man city in 1x06#in a totally closed of beard sort of way#but he votes against jamie’s return in 2x02#and then there’s the whole#‘i don’t know how to talk to you’#‘then it’s working’ bit#admittedly ted was very against jamie leaving too#but then was hesitant to let him come back#i guess that once they got over the first shock of the loss#a profound sense – for ted at least – of an opportunity missed#a soul not saved#they realized how much less friction there was without jamie#got used to that and didn’t want to mess with a good thing#especially after jamie went out of his way to be nasty about them on telly#suggesting that his vulnerability by the curse breaking fire was just temporary#except it wasn't and now he's the best boy who knows all the words#3x06#speculation#ted lasso spoilers#spoilers#probably not spoilers at all but better tagged than sorry#jamie tartt#coach beard
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What about Jaime liking someone who works at/owns a flower shop so he keeps making excuses to come in and get flowers? Richmond is real confused about why he’s giving away so many bouquets all of the sudden
(Ps I love love love your work! I’ve got it so I get an alert whenever you post because of how much I love it!)
this one turned out SO CUTE I hope you like it!
wishing on every one
You know you’re fucked as soon as he walks through the door of your shop.
Then he tells you he’s looking for flowers for his mum who’s visiting him for the first time, and you know you’re extra fucked.
He’s absolutely gorgeous, especially in the soft light streaming through your flower shop windows, framed by the vibrant hues of the plants lining the shelves.
Then he says, “I’m Jamie,” peers at your name tag, and tells you that you have a lovely name. You’re blushing the entire time you lead him around the shop, answering each one of his questions as best you can without stuttering. He cracks jokes, picks out a nice bunch, and leaves you one flower for yourself on his way out.
And then, the next week, he comes back.
Jamie Tartt, AFC Richmond’s star footballer, comes back to your shop and flirts with you again.
Of course you know who he his, you knew the moment he stepped through the door. You live in Richmond after all, and you agree with the great Dani Rojas that here, football is life. It’s just hard to believe that your favorite footballer is back in your tiny little store and maybe sort of kinda definitely flirting with you.
You don’t let it get to your head (much). It’s Jamie Tartt, you’ve seen him on Lust Conquers All. To him, flirting is like breathing. You also don’t tell anyone, although you feel like you’re bursting inside. Your flat mate notes that you’re smiling more and that you always seem to be humming, and could you please maybe be careful when you’re skipping around because she just mopped the floor and doesn’t want you to slip.
But Jamie Tartt keeps coming back; first once a week, then twice, then about every other day. He follows you around as you help him choose flowers for all kinds of occasions, and then he’a gone again, leaving you to wonder which time will be the last.
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At Nelson Road, things are in chaos.
Ok, maybe chaos is too strong a word. Things are… out of the ordinary.
Well, but things have been out of the ordinary ever since Ted Lasso showed up.
Things are… weird. Yeah, that’s a good word. They’re weird. And “they,” refers to Jamie.
It starts off simple enough. It's Sam’s birthday, so Jamie shows up with some flowers. He heard Sam say they were his favorites, so it makes sense that he’d bring them. No one notices anything.
The next week, he’s brought some for Ms. Welton.
“It’s for all the shit you do that we don’t know about,” he explains. “Didn’t want you to think we didn’t notice.”
Rebecca doesn’t comment on the double negative, just smiles and says, “Thank you, Jamie,” as Keeley sits forward on the couch in a slight state of shock. The Jamie she was with had never done something like that for her romantically, and here he is doing it platonically. Holy shit, he really has changed.
Rebecca also doesn’t take the flowers to mean something they don’t. She knows that the team looks to her with the same respect they would afford an older sister or even a mother (although she is not old enough). Strangely, she doesn’t mind. It makes her feel loved in a way she’s unused to, and the flowers from Jamie hang upside down on her wall so they can be immortalized.
Barely a week after that, he’s gotten some for Keeley. “It’s to make up for the ones I never got you,” he tells her. They’re all bright pink with fluffy petals. Keeley wraps her arms around Jamie with a squeal of delight. Roy grunts angrily, so Jamie pulls out a bunch of dark red and black flowers. “Didn’t leave you out, grandad,” he grins as Roy pretends to hate the bouquet. But even he isn’t cold-hearted enough to hate flowers.
Suddenly, people are getting flowers every other day. It’s become Jamie’s thing. Ted gets some sunflowers when he seems like he’s missing home a little extra. Will gets a bunch of sweet-smelling flowers that Jamie doesn’t know the name of, but he knows that purple one’s lavender because he remembers how you told him it reminded you of growing up. Dani gets a bundle of tulips and it almost makes him pass out from excitement, but luckily Isaac is there to catch him.
Dani is firmly seated on the bench in the locker room and Jan Maas has removed all tulips except one, and now Isaac has the chance to turn to Jamie and ask the question that’s on everyone’s mind.
“What gives, bruv?”
Those three words make Jamie turn bright red, but he shrugs it off with a laugh.
“What, can’t get me best mates flowers?”
“It is a little better than the PS5s,” Richard says. There’s a chorus of agreement, much to the surprise of Coach Beard.
Jamie thinks he’s in the clear and his face isn’t red anymore but then Dani says, “Jamie Tartt, why did you decide to give us flowers and not some other expensive gaming device?” and Jamie knows he’s completely and utterly fucked. He did not think this far. He has no excuse, no lie, so what comes out of his mouth is, “The flower shop girl’s fit,” and then the locker room completely descends into chaos.
The boys are firing questions at Jamie faster than he can even understand them, and Ted’s just laughing at the pure pandemonium. He remembers similar moments when coaching other football teams, American ones, and the good feeling that comes along with “boys being boys,” in the way the phrase was originally intended.
All pertinent information is successfully extracted from Jamie before the team heads home, except your name and which flower shop it is. Colin says that’s the most important bit, but Jamie refuses to tell them more than the fact that your laugh makes the sun shine brighter. Isaac nods thoughtfully and Roy shakes his head, but it’s with a fondness he reserves only for his team.
It could be any shop, really. There are conversations across the parking lot of the best way to figure out which one it is and Jamie’s getting nervous when he hears Ted’s voice call his name.
He turns, and Ted hurries over to where Jamie’s car is parked.
He carefully places a hand on Jamie’s shoulder (softly, unlike the crushing grip of his father) and looks Jamie straight in the eye.
“Jamie, life’s too short to beat around the bush. You like her. I think it would be best if you rose to the occasion and just asked her out. I be-leaf in you, son. You just gotta get clover it and do what you gotta do.”
Jamie doesn’t pick on the flower puns until about the third one. He’s laughing a little bit and Ted is too, all while regarding Jamie with a soft look that Jamie always wished his father would give him. Ted pulls Jamie in for a hug and says, “In all seriousness man, we’re rooting for you.”
Jamie gives him a look, which makes Ted hold up his hands in defense. “Alright, alright, I’m done,” he says. “For now.” Then he winks and headed to meet Coach Beard.
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It’s the middle of the afternoon when the bell on your door jingles, and you look up from the register hoping to see Jamie.
Instead, you see a middle-aged man with a mustache smiling at you.
He says, “Howdy,” in a way that is so very American, that you can’t help but break into a wide smile.
“Hi!” you reply, “How can I help you?”
“My name’s Ted Lasso,” he says walking toward you. “I coach football here in Richmond.”
You’re still grinning. “I know who you are, Coach Lasso. I’m a big Richmond supporter. Have been since I was a kid.”
“Just Ted is fine,” says Just Ted. “I usually don’t like to introduce myself along with my job title because it makes me seem all uppity, but I thought it might make more sense if I did.”
You scrunch your nose in confusion so Ted says, “You were expecting to see Jamie today, is that right?”
You nod. Shit. Shit, shit, shit. Jamie’s coach is in your flower shop and he knows that you like him and he’s probably going to tell you you can never see Jamie again because that’s the only logical reason he’s here, right? Maybe Jamie’s been skipping practice to be here with you and that all has to end now because football is life and you of all people should know that. Shit.
Ted must be able to see the panic on your face because he shakes his head and says, “Don’t worry darlin’, it ain’t anything bad. I’m only here to let you know that boy’s got it down bad for you.”
Wait, what?
“Oh,” you reply.
“Yeah, oh,” Ted chuckles. “Why’d you think he was here all the time?”
“I- I don’t know,” you say. “He flirts with everyone. I’m nothing extra special.”
Ted shakes his head again. “There’s where you’re wrong. You’re somethin’ extra special. Did you know I found you based on the way Jamie talked about you alone? He didn’t even give your name, but I’ve been in here once or twice myself and I must say, he was right when he said the sun shines a little brighter when you smile. I figured it had to be you the moment he said that.”
You’re smiling again. Jamie said that about you? To his coach?
Ted’s talking again. “Listen,” he says, a little more serious, “Jamie’s like a son to me. And sometimes dads need to give their sons a little push so they can get rid of their training wheels and just go for it, you know what I mean?”
You’re at a loss but Ted just grins. “I got here exactly three minutes before the boys take a break for lunch, which means that Jamie should be in here-” the bell at the door jingles “-right about now.”
“Coach?” Jamie asks, looking very adorable and very confused. “What’re you doing here?”
Ted shrugs. “Sometimes dads gotta take things into their own hands. Give you a little extra boost, as it were. Figured you’d be in here forever before you got the guts to make a move and by then Nelson Road would be completely overrun by flowers. Not that that’s a bad thing,” he says with a glance to you. “Anyway. I’ll be on my merry little way. Beard’s saving me a seat at our favorite lunch spot.”
Ted waves a two finger goodbye and pats Jamie on the shoulder as he heads out the door, bell ringing behind him.
“So,” you say, making your way around the counter over to Jamie.
“So…” he replies, looking down at you.
You take his hand. “Heard from a reliable source that you have a crush on me.”
Jamie grins. “Ain’t a crush babe, I’m a grown lad. Think it’s somethin’ a little more real.”
“Uh huh,” you say, smiling back at him. “Well it just so happens that I also have a crush on you as well as a thirty-minute lunch break that starts right about now…”
#jamie tartt x reader#jamie tartt fanfiction#jamie tartt imagine#jamie tartt x y/n#jamie tartt x you#jamie tartt#ted lasso
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sorry if you have already answered this, but are we getting any queer rep in Long Live Evil? 💕 i am super excited to see what you've cooked up for us either way!
I came back after I'd gone off on one, seeing the post had struck a chord and being thankful but fearful of my inbox. Let me say with delighted surprise that all the asks are very kind.
Thank you for this one, sweet anon. I am so excited and so nervous about my best beloved, Long Live Evil, and about coming back with a new book of my own after so long, when I believed for a long time it was hopeless.
I'm really grateful to find readers waiting for me. But I know readers are naturally more invested in characters they know: I extremely appreciate you taking an interest in the future.
So, short answer: YEAH you are!
Long answer: Long Live Evil wouldn't exist without its queer narratives.
C.S. Pacat and I were talking in our virtual Brookline Booksmith event recently about our favourite Disney villains. C.S. Pacat picked Maleficent, a fine choice. I picked Snow White's Evil Queen. We agreed we loved most of them.
Here's the relevant excerpt I was quoting in my last post from Carmen Maria Machado's In The Dream House, saying 'I think a lot about queer villains, the problem and pleasure and audacity of them.' Well... me too.
I think many of us have experienced feeling made wrong in some way - for not wanting what society said we should or being what we were expected to be - and that one step along that journey of discovery is going 'Okay, if it's wicked, I'll just BE wicked.' And that's part of why those characters appeal - because they seem free, and free of pain.
But modern storytelling isn't confined to coding, and audiences can now feel free to expect, not the certainty, but the possibility characters who aren't introduced as such still might actually turn out to be LGBT+. The essays I've read about Supernatural, Teen Wolf, Sherlock, Ted Lasso, Fox 9-1-1... I think the latest argued Jaime Lannister was bisexual. (Pretty persuasive.)
I remember reading the Raven Cycle going 'oh? OH.' I remember being at a writing retreat in 2013 and running through the halls screaming about Nico diAngelo. Ten years later we got a Nico diAngelo book co-written by Rick Riordan and the amazing Mark Oshiro. I watched Red, White and Royal Blue with a friend and she said 'honestly I hope the guys get together, but...' and I (having read the book) silenced myself with a herculean effort and watched her hopes come true. I didn't know about The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo and almost dropped the book in a swimming pool. But I've also read and watched many things thinking, just maybe... oh, no. Still that hope existing is meaningful, the thought that if the story had gone differently, if this revelation had happened, if this realisation had happened, if, if, if...
Long Live Evil is a story about the story going differently and asking yourself questions about your own nature, and the escape to fiction of those who really need escape. The book is based on that 'if,' and the 'if' itself is joyous, and brings me back to the idea of gleefully transgressing the narrative that much villain love is based on.
It's also an ensemble story with a rogue's gallery of characters and multiple PoVs. (I was much inspired by the Six of Crows ensemble.) So it isn't about any one character's romance, and by the book's nature there exist many possibilities. A critique partner read and said 'I didn't know you were going THERE' and I responded 'Should I?'
I've never been one to confirm where stories are going, and I won't do so now. I'm not talking about any one character or telling you a direction.
I'm just saying yes to rep. It's baked in.
#long live evil#supernatural#teen wolf#fox 911#lgbt reads#six of crows#evil queen#maleficent#red white and royal blue#the raven cycle#in the dream house#cs pacat#percy jackson
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Jschlatt || Beach House
This was requested!! Thanks so much for the lovely idea! ❤️
“could i request a Jschlatt x reader set in like lunch club era and schlatts rlly awkward and always blushing around reader 🤭”
Pairing: Jschlatt x Y/n
Type: Fluff
In the cozy beach house where Schlatt and his friends had gathered for a weekend getaway, an atmosphere of laughter and camaraderie enveloped the group. The waves crashed gently outside as the group played games, and shared stories, but amidst the fun and chaos, there was something Schlatt simply couldn't ignore—the enchanting presence of Y/N.
Y/N embodied everything Schlatt admired—smart, funny, and incredibly kind. Every time they graced the room, his heart performed a lively waltz, and his cheeks turned the deepest shade of red.
Y/N had always been on Schlatt's mind, but now that they were all spending time together, his crush was impossible to ignore. He couldn't help but feel flustered every time they were near, and it seemed like everyone else in the group had picked up on his feelings—everyone except Y/N.
On the first day of the trip, the sun beamed its blissful rays across the ground while a gentle breeze caressed the air. The perfect weather prompted the group's decision to head to the beach.
"Who's ready to go?" You asked, emerging from the bathroom, clad in a swimsuit that momentarily left Schlatt spellbound.
He couldn't help but stare as you entered the room, your confidence and smile shining like a lighthouse, causing Schlatt's heart to race.
"I'm ready to go, and I've got the cooler packed with drinks and snacks," Ted grinned, motioning toward the cooler in his hands.
"I've got a speaker for some music," Cooper added.
"Y/N, do you need help carrying anything?" Schlatt bashfully offered.
"Sure! You could carry the umbrella and chairs,"
Eagerly, he grabbed the umbrella while holding a few beach chairs under his arm, following you out to the car. Together, they loaded up the car.
"Thanks for helping me, you're such a sweetheart," You grinned, playfully leaning into his shoulder.
"Of course, it's no problem," he responded, attempting to keep his cool. On the inside, however, he was a delightful mess, utterly flustered by their touch.
Together, the group squeezed into the car, leaving no room for you, prompting Ted's playful suggestion.
"Hey, Y/N, you could sit on Schlatt's lap," Ted suggested, earning laughter and smirks from the rest of the group.
"You can come sit, I don't mind," Schlatt remarked, giving you warm smile as he patted his knee.
Accepting his offer, you nestled into the car and onto his lap, completely unaware of Schlatt's tomato-red face.
"Thanks for letting me sit here," You softly laughed.
"Of course! Do you mind if I, uh, put my arms around you?" He asked, his arms encircling your waist with a hint of flirtatiousness in his tone.
"That's totally fine," You assured, their heart fluttering as he held them, creating an atmosphere charged with unspoken attraction.
The car ride was filled with cheerful singing, plans for beach activities, and teasing about Y/N sitting on Schlatt's lap, all contributing to the tantalizing atmosphere.
Once at the beach, everyone disembarked, collecting their belongings. As he had done earlier, Schlatt assisted you with your items, searching for the perfect spot on the beach.
"How about there?" Schlatt suggested, pointing to a lovely clearing on the beach, his tone containing a touch of charming assurance.
The group voiced their unanimous approval, but the chemistry between Schlatt and Y/N was undeniable.
After setting up an umbrella, chairs, and coolers, everyone set out for a day of beachside fun.
Sitting in the shade, Schlatt noticed you struggling to apply sunscreen to their back, an opportunity he seized with a flirtatious smile.
"Would you like some help there, Y/N?" Schlatt offered with a suggestive glint in his eye.
"Yeah, that would be great," You bashfully admitted, adding a hint of coyness to the mix.
"Turn around," he commanded with a dash of authority, gently rubbing the lotion onto your back. His touch was deliberate and affectionate, causing a delightful shiver to run down your spine.
In that moment, the unspoken attraction between you two became impossible to ignore. You couldn't help but blush as you felt Schlatt's hands glide across their back. These feelings had been there for some time, silently acknowledged but never confessed, and they both knew it. But the allure of what could be was too becoming too captivating to resist.
Under the warm sun and with the soothing sounds of the ocean in the background, the flirtatious banter between the two of you take on a life of its own. As you all relaxed in the beach chairs, Schlatt, who was seated next to you, couldn't resist the temptation to continue their playful exchange.
With a sly grin, he said, "You know, Y/N, I must say this beach trip just got a whole lot better with you here."
Your cheeks flushed as they responded, "Well, Schlatt, it wouldn't be the same without you either."
Ted, who was lying in a nearby beach lounger, chimed in with a mischievous glint in his eye, "You two seem to be having a great time. Schlatt, should we start taking bets on when you'll finally confess your feelings to Y/N?"
Schlatt's face turned even redder, but he managed to quip, "Oh, come on, Ted. We're just good friends enjoying the beach together."
You chuckled and leaned in a little closer, their tone filled with playful teasing. "Is that so, Schlatt? Friends don't usually rub sunscreen on each other's backs."
Schlatt's heart raced as he considered the implications of your words. With a sheepish grin, he replied, "Well, that's just being a helpful friend, isn't it?"
The group erupted in laughter, and the playful atmosphere continued as you enjoyed the day at the beach. But beneath the laughter and jokes, the unspoken connection between you and Schlatt grew stronger, and it was clear to everyone that there was something more than friendship blooming under the sun's embrace.
After an eventful day at the beach, the group returned to their beach house, a mixture of sun-kissed and tired, with the golden hues of sunset painting the room in warm, fading light. Laughter, saltwater-soaked hair, and sandy feet filled the air as they entered, a sense of satisfaction permeating the room.
Exhausted and ready to unwind, they exchanged their swimsuits for comfy clothes. Hoodies and sweatpants replaced bikinis and trunks, and the group gathered in the living room, settling onto the oversized couch.
Yawns and sighs of contentment filled the room as they made themselves comfortable. Ted, Cooper, and the others found their spots on the couch and within moments, their eyes were glued to the TV screen as they picked a movie for the evening.
As the film started, the room fell into a cozy hush, the only sounds being the characters on the screen and the occasional popcorn crunch.
However, as the night progressed you became aware of the chill in the as the air.
Schlatt noticed your discomfort and, with a warm smile, he offered, "Are you cold? You can come closer, you know."
You hesitated for a moment, but the temptation of warmth and comfort won out. You shifted closer to Schlatt, who wrapped his arm around them, pulling them gently toward him.
Throughout the movie, You and Schlatt found yourselves nestled together, their bodies comfortably intertwined, legs entwined under a shared blanket. The room was filled with a sense of togetherness and silent connection, only the glow of the screen illuminating their features.
As the night wore on, the others started to drift off to sleep, one by one. The living room grew quieter, and some headed to their respective rooms.
Feeling the weight of exhaustion and the allure of a comfortable bed, you began to rise from your cuddled position with Schlatt. But just as you were about to leave, Schlatt gently held your hand and stopped your.
"Y/N, before you go," Schlatt began, a hint of vulnerability in his eyes, "there's something I've been meaning to tell you."
You looked at him, their curiosity piqued. "What is it, Schlatt?"
He took a deep breath, his gaze unwavering, and confessed, "I've had feelings for you for a while now. I don’t want to ruin our friendship, but after tonight I just have to tell you.”
You’re eyes softened, and a small smile tugged at the corner of your lips. "You know, Schlatt, I've felt the same way."
In that moment, the world seemed to hold its breath. The attraction you’d both felt but never dared to acknowledge was suddenly brought into the open. Your lips met in a tender, heartfelt kiss, sealing their feelings with a promise of something beautiful and genuine.
As you pulled away from the kiss, you shared a knowing smile and then, hand in hand, headed to their room to continue their night, no longer just friends, but something more.
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just had the WORST day so naturally i'm thinking about it causing reader to blow up/be jealous over ted and making up after, if you feel like writing it
Oh no! I'm sorry you had a rough day. I could see this. We all get snappy when we have a rough go, right? Ted would understand -- and find the jealousy endearing a bit. So let's gooo!
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Relationship: Ted Lasso x reader (f)
Warnings: Angst, making up, light smut
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You and Ted trudged out of the house after a rough day, to see Sam's restaurant opening.
Like a father figure, Ted was proud of Sam. He put so much work into his restaurant, business, and heritage cuisine, and he couldn't wait to support it.
You were excited too, but your day had beat you up mentally and your mood was anything but delightful. Regardless, you dressed up and pushed it aside to see the Richmond family and enjoy a night out with Ted.
The two of you were greeted with hugs. Ted and Beard chatted, and Keeley and Rebecca peeled you off to catch up.
Rebecca ordered a drink, and one for you. To your relief. You just wanted to relax.
"What's wrong, babes?" Keeley asked, noticing your face painted with worry and exhaustion.
"Just a rough day at work. I'm trying to unwind, and I didn't have much chance by the time Ted got home and we came here."
"I'm so sorry, that's hard. Well, let's do our best to enjoy the night, yes? A mini girl's night."
You smiled and took a drink, and then froze when Sassy walked in the door. She headed directly toward Rebecca and waved at Ted in the process with a flirty flick of her wrist.
"Hi girls, what's our poison tonight?" Sassy asked, reaching for a shot glass from a tray.
"The Marlboro man is looking good tonight, might need a snack on that later, yeah?" she added with a big smile, making Rebecca and Keeley's eyes go wide.
She clearly doesn't know you're together.
"Hey there, Sassy Smurf," Ted says, wandering over to your little circle. Sassy flashes a brilliant smile.
"Marlboro man, as I live and breathe," she answers, her hand running down his chest. You can see him hitch at this, unsure how to move the conversation along.
Ted's eyes ping-pong to you. And you try to stifle a deep breath of anger.
Ted slowly moves her hand off his chest and smiles amicably
"What's new in Sassy's world?"
Sassy starts talking and chattering away. Your stomach is still in knots at her boldness. Ted didn't even stop to tell her you're together.
Your anger moves from Sassy to Ted, who's still joking and jovial with her, and she keeps putting her hand on his arm. And he doesn't do anything about it.
He has to know what she's doing. He has to.
As Ted and Sassy seem to drift away from the rest of the group, Rebecca leans in. "Don't worry about her, y/n. Ted won't let anything happen. He's just nice, you know how he is..."
You could crush your champagne glass in your hand right now.
Sassy says something that makes Ted laugh, and your stomach churns in jealousy. Then his eyes go wide, he shakes his head. Sassy protests. Ted apologizes, his hand on her arm.
What is happening over there?
As you turn to order another drink, Sassy sidles up beside you.
"Well, damn. Thanks for taking the Marlboro man off the market," she jokes, flashing you a toothy smile.
"I'm... yeah..." you can't speak, you're so... hurt? Offended?
Feeling absolutely abysmal.
"Hope I broke him in enough for ya," Sassy jokes, downing a shot and walking away.
Tears prick your eyes. Beside feeling tired, now you feel... shitty. Shitty about yourself. Shitty about your relationship. Shitty about this night. It's getting hot in here. It feels like it's too loud.
Outside. Get outside.
You make your way to the door to take a breath of fresh, crisp air. Inside, you see the girls having fun. Ted approaches the group, confused. He must be asking where you are.
"Darlin'?" Ted asks, stepping off the front stoop of the restaurant.
When he finds you leaning against the wall, your face wet with tears, he worries.
"Hey, hey... are you okay?" he asks hushed, quiet, approaching gently.
Your eyes narrow as you glare at him.
"Why didn't you tell Sassy we're together?"
Ted's eyes bunch. "What?"
"When Sassy waltzed in, she was flirting so hard with you, you could cut the tension with a knife. And you didn't tell her we were together."
Ted stutters.
"I... I don't know, I was..."
"Don't lie, Ted. You were just keeping her on the hook. God, why didn't I see it. Of course, you can't let Sassy go! What man could?!"
Ted watches you with his mouth agape, he's not really sure what to tackle first to calm you down, bring you back to earth.
"I don't know why I thought this would work. Why I thought you'd be different than everyone else. You may as well just let me go. I may as well go pick up my stuff from your flat and just..."
Ted steps toward you, pulling your wrist and bringing you into his chest, where he wraps his arms around you.
"I don't know why you didn't say anything to her..."
Ted soothes you, running his hand down your head, down your back, gently and softly.
"I did," he answers. "Rebecca did. We all did. She knew. Sassy's just...Sassy."
You protest. "What does that mean?!"
Ted smiles. "It means she's a rascal. She likes to play around. Flirt. But I wasn't bitin' on it. And I told her...that I'm in love with you."
You pull back and look into his deep eyes, yours watery and red.
"You told her what?"
"I told her I'm in love with you."
Love. Love. Love. He hasn't said that yet. You hadn't said that yet.
Your lip trembles. Ted smiles, leaning in to kiss them gently.
"I love you," he says quietly, brushing hair over your ear.
"I...I..." you stammer. "I love you, too."
Ted smiles, cupping your cheek and kissing you. You both breathe hard and heavy, his other hand holding your lower back. The kiss deepens, his tongue running against yours.
He looks at you and smiles.
"How could I be in love with anyone else? How could I want anyone else when I found the best there is?"
You smile. Your heart pounds.
"No, no. I'm not goin' nowhere, not without you, sugar," Ted says, bringing his lips back to you.
The night's getting cooler. The party is still going on, but Ted reads your mind.
"Should we go home? So I can show ya how much I love ya?" he asks, his hand drifting down your back, to your ass, giving it a little squeeze while his lips tickle your neck.
You can't do anything else but nod. "Uh-huh."
Ted hails a taxi back to his flat, and once inside, he scoops you into his arms, tugging your clothes off while you tug his off, backing up into his bedroom, crawling over you, kissing you all over, smiling with you, making love the way he loves to and the way you love to.
He likes to go slow when he knows you've been in a rough place. Your body is tired from a long week at work. Your brain aches from the rollercoaster of emotions.
He holds your hand, kissing your knuckles.
He kisses you, kisses your neck.
He waits until your breath changes just right, the way your body trembles, the way you gently scratch his back... and he knows...
"Yeah, sugar," he murmurs to your ear. "Make ya feel real good..."
His husky drawl, that low voice against you, the way he moans into your skin...
"Beautiful, so beautiful," he rambles. "My girl, my good girl..."
When you kiss him and tell him you love him, his heart could burst. He kisses you again, his hips gaining speed...your legs wrapped around him...
And when you both reach ecstasy, well...
There's nothing better. Not to him. Not to you.
Sure, Sassy was a fun distraction after the hiccups with Michelle. But nothing, no one, compares to being in love with you.
The way you cuddle and burrow against his broad chest in bed when you're done. The way your hands feel on his skin. The way you fit perfectly wrapped against him.
No.
No one could take your place. You're all he wants, all he needs.
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I'm in the feels today apparently! That got very romantic. Good prompt though. Love a little angst, a little self doubt, and a charming Ted Lasso to the rescue. Hope you're well, friend. Hope your day got better.
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I'm Mental About You (Hold My Hand) - Rebecca Welton x fem!reader (nsfw)
I'm Mental About You (Hold My Hand) - Rebecca Welton x fem!reader (nsfw)
note: did I watch the first two and a half seasons of Ted Lasso within two days just because of Hannah fucking Waddingham? Abso-fucking-lutely yes
pairing: Rebecca Welton x fem!reader
warnings: smut
summary: you'll see ;)
Rebecca was everything anyone could ever want. She was smart, strong, confident, and beautiful. Head always high, towering everyone. You couldn’t see how Rupert could cheat on a woman as magnificent as she was. You doubted you ever had any chance with her.
You’d been a recent addition to the staff, scouting for new players all over the place. You found yourself intrigued by the tall blonde the day you met her. You didn’t know if she was that cocky with everyone or just you. She certainly could be harsh, but around you, she never seemed to show that side of her. So here you were. A bit tipsy. You had told Rebecca about the new talent you scouted and she seemed very delighted by it.
She opened up a bottle of Wine, one glass became two and then three. By the time she was about to finish her third one, her hand landed on your thigh, making a blush rise up your cheeks. She obviously had noticed, smirking at you and shifting closer. “Am I making you nervous, darling?” She questioned, searching for your eyes that were trained onto your lap.
She set the glass of wine down on the coffee table, her hand getting off your thigh as she stood up, a momentary feeling of relief came over you before you noticed what she was doing just when you heard the door lock. You took in a sharp breath. She sat back down next to you as if nothing happened at all. She picked her glass back up and took a sip.
“I’ve been wanting to tell you that I’ve-” You started, wanting to fill the silence with something but she cut you off. “Y/n, I don’t need to hear about what players you’re scouting at the moment.” She said, not a hint of self-doubt in her voice.
“Tell me a secret. A nice one?” She inquired, leaning forward, your faces now barely three inches apart. You noticed her eyes flicker to your lips but did nothing about it. You took in a breath before replying. “I’m mental about you.”
Rebecca smiled, staying silent. The silence made you feel as if you had messed up. You pulled away. There was no way she would possibly feel the same way about you. What were you thinking, confessing your feelings for her when you were possibly just another hookup.
Your racing thoughts were interrupted when you started getting up and she got a hold of your arm, pulling you back down. She grabbed you by the chin and crashed your lips together. You were too shocked to react at first but once you realized what was going on, you kissed her back, melting into Rebecca’s touch. You reached a hand up to her neck, trying to pull her closer. Eventually, you withdrew from the kiss, the need for oxygen becoming more prominent. “Well, I’m mental bout you, too.” She whispered and leaned in to capture your lips again.
You could taste the expensive wine on her tongue as she gently slipped it into your mouth. You couldn’t help the small moan escaping your mouth, traveling from your lips to hers. You could feel her smirk against your lips as you slowly started climbing into her lap, lips never leaving hers for a second.
If you weren’t feeling so alive right now, you would have for sure thought you were in heaven. The sight of the taller woman beneath made you want to scream. How was she pulling off things like this and look absolutely stunning while doing so?
Her hands fiddled with the buttons of your dress shirt, getting frustrated with trying to unbutton it, she decided to just rip it open instead, buttons flying off and scattering all across the floor of her office. You gasped as the cold air hit your chest which was now only covered by a piece of dark blue lingerie. Rebecca leaned back slightly, disconnecting your lips, biting her lip at the sight of you. She maintained eye contact while lifting her own blouse over her head. “Fuck me.” You groaned as you took in the sight in front of you, mouth falling open. “Gladly, darling.” She winked and leaned back down to kiss you, her hand on your neck leading the interaction. Even as you sat on her lap, she was towering over you.
She made you lay on your back, chest heaving with heavy breathing. Within seconds, your pants were on the floor next to the sofa, as was her skirt. She crawled up your body gracefully, you released a groan at the sight, she smiled contently. Arriving at your neck, she started pressing kisses to your soft skin, biting gently here and there and soothing the pain with her hot tongue. You were sure she was leaving marks.
“I didn’t think you were one to fancy the ladies.” You breathed out as her kisses traveled to your sternum, your hands in her hair. “Yet, here we are, love.” She mysteriously answered but you couldn’t care less, arousal pooling between your legs at the vibrations of her voice on your skin.
You took in a sharp breath when she bit down right in the middle of your sternum, your back arching off the sofa in the process, giving Rebecca the opportunity to slip her hand beneath your back and unclasp your bra. You couldn’t help but gasp at how fast she got that done. “How did you-?” You stammered, she chuckled against your skin before drawing away to send the bra flying across the room. She came to level with your face, lips only millimeters apart, “Shh.” She hushed you and connected your lips in a heated kiss, your hands clawing at her back.
You released a moan as one of her hands found your breast, gently kneading it. You couldn’t help but think the two of you were fitting together like two puzzle pieces. “Fuck Rebecca, you’re so good at that!” You moaned out, arching into her touch as her tongue started flicking over your nipple. “You haven’t seen anything yet, sweetheart.” She mumbled against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. You grabbed a fist full of her hair, gently tugging at it, drawing a moan from the older woman’s lips, making, even more, wetness pool between your legs. That sound was the most divine thing you had ever heard.
She cupped your center with her hand, making you gasp once more. She smirked at you, feeling the wetness through your panties. She pulled them aside and dragged a finger through your folds, groaning at the feeling of your wetness coating her fingers. She pressed her thumb to your clit and started circling it, having your chest having even more and whimpers escaping your mouth.
“You ready?” She asked, making sure you were comfortable. “Yes, please.” You whimpered. “Just fuck me already.” Rebecca smiled in response, knowing she had such an effect on you certainly made her even more confident in her following actions. With a smirk, she hooked her fingers around the waistband of your panties and slid them down your legs.
Spreading your legs open, Rebecca kneels above you before scooting down between your legs. Moans and whines escape your mouth like a waterfall when she starts working on your clit with her fingers.
Her fingers leave your clit, her tongue replacing them as your hips rise up from the sofa. Her fingers dancing just outside of your drenched core carelessly tease you, only slipping in the tip of her index and middle finger every now and then. The moment you expected it the least, she harshly thrust into you, curling her fingers into your sweet spot at the first try, making you release a moan that was louder than you thought it would be. “Oh fuck!” You moaned out, as she hit your sweet spot again.
She quickened her pace, your hips rolling to match her rhythm. “Oh dear god yes!” You moaned out again as she flattened her tongue against your clit, feeling your orgasm building up. “Hold my hand, please.” You managed to get out and her hand easily found yours, holding onto it firmly. Your grip on her hand tightened as you got closer. “Fuck, Rebecca. I’m gonna cum.” You rushed out. “Go ahead, darling.” She hummed against your center, sending you over the edge ultimately with a beautiful arch of your back. She didn’t slow down, making you ride out your high as long as possible.
“Fuck, Rebecca. How are you so good at this?” You asked, still breathing heavily as she kissed her way up your body. “Wouldn’t you like to know now?” She chuckled and captured your lips in a passionate kiss, not giving you more for an answer.
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Unexpectedly Yours: Part 7
Fandom: Ted Lasso (Regency AU)
Pairing: Roy Kent x F!Reader
Summary: Lord Roy Kent still has yet to marry. He hates the notion that marriage is a way to ensure your status in society. You have delayed your debut to society for years because of the same idea. So what happens when two people who hate the idea of marriage are constantly drawn to each other?
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It had been a week since Roy had seen you with Goodman and he couldn't stop thinking about you; how you smiled at him, laughed with him...it caused a deep pain in Roy. One that didn't seem to ease.
The following week, Roy, Clara, and Phoebe were having breakfast. Clara's ladies maid brought in the letters as well as a new paper that's been circling around the city, specifically among many women's circles. The latest gossip about Richmond's own people was being publicized, causing a stir among the city's residents.
Clara, usually not into gossip, suddenly found it to be her guilty pleasure every morning. Setting the letters for Roy aside, she immediately opens up The Richmond Rag. Her eyes skim the page and she immediately gasps, tossing the paper at Roy, "Read this."
"Fucking hell," he mumbles, wiping his mouth and picking up the paper, "I don't care about gossip."
"You'll care about it today. Read it," Clara presses her brother, pointing at the paper.
Roy sighs and he reads the paper. Clara watches her brother in anticipation.
Dear Readers,
It seems we may be hearing wedding bells by the end of the season. My sources tell me that our recently arrived Mister Jeffrey Goodman is looking to court newly debuted Miss Y/N L/N. However, other sources have told me that another is interested in our young debutant. Who, you may ask? None other than Lord Roy Kent. Now, in my honest opinion, I am not sure how much of a match Lord Kent and Miss L/N is compared to herself and Mister Goodman, but we shall sit in anticipation if Miss L/N will accept Mister Goodman's courtship.
Roy's jaw clenches and he sets the paper aside. Phoebe asks, "What does it say, Uncle Roy?"
"Shut up and eat your food," Roy grumbles.
Clara rolls her eyes, "Roy."
"I don't want to talk about it," he murmurs, going back to his food.
"Maybe you should talk to Y/N and see-"
Roy abruptly stands from his seat, "Fuck this," he says before walking out of the dining room.
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Your mother was squealing in delight to see that you and Jeffrey were mentioned in The Richmond Rag, especially the fact that Jeffrey was thinking about officially courting you. You're not sure how you felt about it, honestly. Sure, he's funny and makes great company, but you don't know if you could see yourself falling in love with him, let alone if he'd be a good husband or not. But then again, you don't have many options. You're already much older than many debutants. Many men wanting a younger wife than yourself. You don't have much room to be picky now.
"Mama, isn't that just all gossip? I'm not even sure if Jeffrey is still interested in me. I saw him dancing with other women at the ball last night. He seemed to enjoy their company."
She waves off your skepticism, "It's best to be hopeful. Anyway, we need to pick up your new dress for the next ball." She stands with a sense of urgency, gesturing you to quickly follow her. She then calls for your father who emerges from the kitchen with Cece in tow.
"Yes, my love?"
"Y/N and I will be picking up her dress," your mother answers then she looks at Cece, "Would you like to come along darling?"
"Can I go to Phoebe's?"
"I'm not sure if they're busy today, but we can see," your mother replies and Cece excuses herself to grab one of her dolls.
You smile at your excited cousin, "She acts like she didn't see her two days ago."
"You know how hard it's been since your aunt and uncle's passing," your mother whispers and you nod.
"I'm ready!" Cece rushes back the stairs to you and your mother. Your father escorts the three of you out and to the carriage.
When you arrive to Lord Kent's estate you take a deep breath. You follow your mother and cousin to the door. One of the servants bows to you three and goes to announce your arrival.
A moment later, you hear squealing and Phoebe is rushing towards Cece. She takes Cece's hand and they're immediately off somewhere else in the house.
Clara emerges with a chuckle, "Mrs. L/N, Y/N, wonderful to see you again."
You curtsey, "Good afternoon, Clara. I hope we weren't disturbing any plans you had for the day. We're off to town and Cece asked to pass by."
"Nonsense, Cece is welcome here whenever. You should know that by now." Clara then asks your mother about the plans for the day and as they talk, you feel eyes on you. You look up to see Lord Kent staring down at you. There doesn't seem to be any emotion behind his eyes.
You give a small curtsey and he replies with a curt nod. You two continue to stare at each other until he turns and walks away. You let out deep breath.
"Well, we best be off. We will be back in two hours to pick up Cece."
"Would you like to have lunch with us when you do?"
"That would be delightful. Thank you so much, Clara." your mother says with a beaming smile.
Once back into the carriage you groan, "Why did you accept lunch with them?!"
Your mother scoffs, "Just because you have some animosity towards Lord Kent, doesn't mean we still can't socialize with them. Besides, you'll have to accept that Lord Kent will be in your life seeing how Cece and Phoebe may be attached to the hip forever."
"Lovely," you grumble, slumping against the bench in the carriage.
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At the modiste, you're trying on your dress one last time to make sure it's to your liking. You give a little spin on the raised platform then look at yourself in the mirror, "I think this is my new favorite dress, Charlotte!"
The older woman clapped her hands together, "Thank you, miss! I'm honored that you love it as much as I do!"
Your mother nods, "Yes, I think this color suits-"
The bell above the door rings and you all turn to see Lord Kent standing there with a surprised expression on his face.
He cleared his throat and gives a nod, "Ladies, pardon me. I didn't mean to intrude."
Charlotte moves to stand before him, "Hello, Lord Kent! How may I help you?"
He doesn't answer because his eyes are on you. You know this, you can feel him looking at you, but you try not to give him any mind. Rather, you look at yourself in the mirror making sure the dress is flattering in all angles.
Your mother smirks and speaks up, "Lord Kent! Wonderful, I think a man's perspective would be helpful," she loops her arm around his and tugs him closer to you, "Tell me, do you think this dress is flattering for my daughter? I've heard that it's Mister Goodman's favorite color."
You're mentally cursing your mother at this moment.
"Yes, it suits her well, but not as well as pink, ma'am."
"Pink, my Lord?"
"It brings out the color of her eyes," he says this and it causes you to look at him through the reflection of the mirror. He's doing it again, staring at you, but this time, emotion in his eyes. Unlike before. There's something there you can't quite read.
"Hmm...I suppose that will be the color of the next dress we'll request. Anyway, dear, did you need Charlotte's help?"
He breaks his gaze away from you and turns to the dressmaker, "Yes, sorry. My sister would like the same style dress as she previously ordered, but in navy blue."
Charlotte is writing down Clara's request, "Yes, I have a few fabrics of that color. If you could please tell your sister to come by to pick out which fabric she prefers, that would be most helpful, my Lord."
"Of course," he nods to you three, "Enjoy the rest of your day, ladies."
With that, he exits the shop and you frown at your mother, "Stop it."
"I didn't do anything."
"You and I both know that's a lie. If he was interested, he would've done something by now. He hasn't. There's no chance of us being together, so, please, mother, let it go." you step down from the platform and move to the back of the room to change out of your dress.
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Two days later, you're at a ball hosted by the Bartletts. Their own daughter, Eliza, had debuted as well and she's gotten many men interested for her hand already.
So far, you have two names on your dance card, Jamie and Jeffrey. Jamie's name once, and Jeffrey's twice. You're not too bothered by it. All of the attention is and should be on Eliza tonight.
"Jeff and I could always fill up your dance card," Jamie says as he sees you glance at your dance card.
You shake your head with a snort, "No, it's okay. It's best I stay in the shadows. If the author of The Richmond Rag sees me dancing with you two too much, I'm sure I'll end up being mentioned in their next publication."
Jeffrey smirks, "So you've read what they've said about us?"
"Not necessarily. I don't care for the gossip too much, but my mother does. She tells me about it."
"So what are your thoughts on our potential co-"
"Miss Y/N," Jeffrey is interrupted by Lord Kent.
"Lord Kent, good evening," you curtsey and Keeley follows. Jamie just nods, but Jeffrey bows.
"May I add my name to your card?" he gestures to the slip of paper on your wrist.
"O-Oh, um, if you'd like," you hand him the card and pencil. He scribbles his name and hands it back to you. He walks away without another word.
Before you can even look at the card, Keeley snatches it from your hand.
"Keeley!" you try to grab it from her but Jamie stands between you and her, "What is it, love?" Jamie asks.
Keeley smirks and hands him the card, "Lord Kent wrote his name down on the rest of the spots."
"What?!" you push Jamie to the side and grab the card, looking down at it, "Oh that bas-"
"So much for staying in the shadows. That'll guarantee your name in the Rag for sure," Jamie says with a snicker.
Jeffrey looks displeased and annoyed, "Are you really going to dance with him the entire time?"
"I-wouldn't it be rude if I didn't?"
Jeffrey frowns, "I thought you didn't like him."
"We're not very...amicable, but I'd say I...tolerate him?"
"Hm," Jeffrey doesn't seem to like your answer and excuses himself for a drink.
Jamie whistles, "He don't look too happy, darling."
For the first dance, Jeffrey doesn't appear to dance with you, so you just don't dance. The next dance, Jamie does his best to keep you cheerful. The next dance, Jeffrey still doesn't make his presence known to you. When it's time for the waltz, Lord Kent appears, his palm stretched out to you.
You take it as he leads you to the middle of the room. In your peripherals, you see Jeffrey bringing another woman to the floor. Your jaw clenches and you look away. Lord Kent, seeing this, scoffs and murmurs, "Prick."
You shake your head and look at Lord Kent, "It's your fault you know, putting yourself down on the remainder of my dance card."
"It didn't seem like anyone else was going to put their name down."
You scoff, "So what, you did it out of pity? I don't need your pity or sympathy from you, my Lord." You don't care that you were in the middle of a dance, you promptly turn your back and walk straight out of that ballroom, cursing Lord Kent's name.
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Creepypasta: Ted the Caver (2001)
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There was a season of Are You Scared? that presented some actual famous creepypasta (pasta? pastas?), and I was so giddy about it. I love creepypasta and Weird Internet Fiction, and I recognized all the famous ones right off the bat; the moment there was a season preview and a cave was mentioned, I KNEW. So the episode with "Ted the Caver" instantly became one of my favorites ("GET IN THE FUCKING CAVE, TEDDY!!"). But it also kills me that the show presents the final installment as if it's the whole story: just one spooked, caveless guy wandering around meebling about his spelunking obsession. Buddy, there is SO MUCH caving in the full version, you don't even know. There is NONE MORE CAVING:
[Note: The original Angelfire site still works, but while I was researching this, I started running into malware. As such, I'm going to also link you to an unofficial mirror of the site at a creepypasta wiki.]
But I get it: there's no way to read the entire story aloud for a half-hour show. It was originally published as an unassuming hobbyist blog in 2001, and "Ted the Caver" is partly so effective because it is genuinely just an amateur caving blog for about 10,000 words. My understanding is that the author really is a caving enthusiast—I mean, he'd have to be, because the story is filled with actual photos of him and a friend chipping their way through a hole the size of a baseball into a cave they dub "Floyd's Tomb." So this was a real expedition... that the author wrote a delightful little spoop around.
Honestly, the real horror for me isn't even the Descent-style Something that seems to be living down there; it's the genuine terror of these fools squeezing themselves through eight-inch openings into the bowels of the earth, God bless. You can tell the mundane aspects are absolutely true to life, because the squeezing and the scraping and the panic—I'll just stop there, in case anyone has any phobias, claustro or otherwise. If I didn't before, I do now.
But it also has to be noted, "real horror" is what "Ted the Caver" is all about: the horror of a story backed up by reams of accurate detail and told through a really, really basic-ass Angelfire website. (I say this lovingly, as someone who had a shitty Geocities site herself.) It truly looks like it's just someone's blog—because that's mostly what it really is. Who wrote it? Well, an actual guy named Ted:
Well, I guess it’s time I add my two cents to the topic. My name is Ted and I am the author of the story you have been discussing. I am the original author. I created the story on my own and copied no one
...he wrote, in response to a plagiarism accusation (turns out the other guy copied him, and closely at that).
Between December 30, 1999 and February 24, 2000 Brad and I worked on a passage in Freeway cave. We made numerous trips, and spent many hours of hard work, before we were finally able to get through the opening and into the new section of cave. During the course of our adventure I kept a caving journal and documented our activities surrounding our attempts to be the first people to enter the new passage. Since we were giving friends and family members updates as we worked, I thought it would be a good idea to put my entire journal on a web page, along with our pictures, then we could simply refer people to the site.
The thought then occurred to me: It sure would be fun to embellish the story a little!
Ted hasn't given his full name, but he is an actual Ted, it seems. And honestly, as much as I would like him to be credited as openly as Eric Heisserer is for "The Dionaea House," it really works in the story's favor that it's so difficult to figure out who wrote it. Not to spoil you, but the story told by the blog, much to Shane and Ryan's frustration in the video above, ends in a single puff of irony:
See all of you soon, with a lot of answers!
Love,
Ted
Magnificent. Because, let's face it: if a cave monster really did eat trap and eat your friend, isn't this what it would look like? No silly explanation for how a video camera somehow made it back to his friends and family from, like, the center of the fucking earth through a hole the size of a cantaloupe. No, your man there is just gone. And he's given enough detail in previous entries for you to imagine that what he finally came face to face with down there is Not Good. That's enough.
#creepypasta#internet fiction#first look on patreon#claustrophobia#spooky season#halloween everyday#watcher#are you scared#video#long post
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Delay (Jschlatt)
A/n: Hey :)) Im sorry for the lack of posts. School is kickin' my ass, but im gettin into the swing of things
The airport terminal buzzed with the chatter of impatient travelers as they waited for the delayed flight from LA to Austin. Schlatt stood in line, his arms crossed, a deep scowl etched across his face. He had places to be, and this delay was pushing his already limited patience to its breaking point. He had just wrapped up filming with Ted, and all he wanted was to get back to his own bed.
As he impatiently tapped his foot, he noticed a figure nearby. A person who seemed surprisingly relaxed despite the delay, as if they were entirely unfazed by the inconvenience. You had been visiting family in LA and were heading back to Austin as well.
You couldn't help but notice the infuriated expression on Schlatt's face. With a friendly smile, you approached him, hoping to bring a little cheer to the situation. "Hey there," you greeted, your voice warm and soothing. "Looks like we're all in this together, huh?"
Schlatt shot you a glare that could have melted steel, but you weren't deterred. "Yeah, this is some real bullshit," he grumbled, his frustration evident in his tone.
You chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. "Well, at least we've got some extra time to kill. Maybe you can tell me about what brings you to LA?"
Schlatt eyed you warily at first, but something about your genuine interest and friendly demeanor started to wear down his gruff exterior. "I was filming with my buddy. We do this podcast thing," he grumbled, still not entirely convinced that small talk was the solution to his problems.
"Sounds interesting," you replied, genuinely intrigued. "What's it about?"
As Schlatt began to explain the podcast and the various shenanigans they got up to during the filming, you listened attentively, asking questions and laughing at his anecdotes. The minutes ticked away, and somehow, the delay didn't feel quite as frustrating anymore.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the announcement came that the flight was ready for boarding. Schlatt and you found yourselves seated next to each other on the plane, a chance encounter that felt almost serendipitous given the earlier delay.
As the plane took off, Schlatt found himself feeling more relaxed than he had in a long time. Your friendly presence and ability to turn a frustrating situation into an enjoyable conversation had worked wonders on his mood. He even caught himself smiling a few times, something he didn't do often.
The hum of the plane's engines created a backdrop for your conversation with Schlatt as the miles between LA and Austin steadily decreased. You learned more about his podcast and the crazy stories that came from it, each one more hilarious than the last. Schlatt, in turn, was genuinely interested in your visit to LA and your family. He was surprised to find himself enjoying the conversation, something he didn't anticipate when he first saw you in the airport.
"So, what about you?" Schlatt asked, his eyes narrowing playfully. "What's your story? Visiting family in LA, huh? Got any wild tales to share?"
You laughed, appreciating his curiosity. "Oh, nothing too wild, just the usual family gatherings and trying to dodge awkward questions about my love life."
Schlatt chuckled. "Ah, love life, huh? Well, I can relate to dodging questions about that."
The banter flowed easily between you two, a natural chemistry that neither of you had expected. The flight, which had started as an inconvenience, now felt like a delightful interlude in your lives. Time passed quickly as you exchanged stories, shared anecdotes, and discovered common interests.
As the plane began its descent into Austin, you felt a pang of disappointment that the journey was coming to an end. You had genuinely enjoyed your conversation with Schlatt and didn't want it to stop. But there was one thing you could do to ensure it continued.
At baggage claim, as you both waited for your luggage, you turned to Schlatt with a mischievous smile. "You know," you began, "if you ever find yourself bored in Austin or just in need of some good conversation, here's my number."
You handed him a small piece of paper with your contact information, your eyes sparkling with humor. "Consider it an insurance policy against future flight delays."
Schlatt took the paper, a genuine smile tugging at his lips. "Well, toots, I can't promise you any more flight delays, but I'll be sure to give you a call if I ever need some good conversation."
As he tucked the paper into his wallet, you both laughed, the tension of the day completely forgotten. It seemed that fate had other plans for your chance encounter in the airport, plans that included a new friendship or maybe something more. Only time would tell, but for now, you both looked forward to the next adventure, whatever it might be, together.
#chuckle sammy#schlatt#chuckle sandwich x reader#schlatt x you#jschlatt#schlatt x reader#jschlatt x you#jschlatt x reader
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Signs of Stress
Stephanie shouldn’t have been surprised it took her so long to notice the change. It’d been a few weeks since Max, the Lords in Black, loosing Richie and Ruth. After her Dad she was placed with Miss Holloway until she graduated. As cool as she was proving to be it was still an adjustment. Her and Peter were going strong since Homecoming, but they weren’t alone often and she knew they both had their own stubborn walls.
All of this is to say that it was Thanksgiving break until they were alone that she’d noticed the change In Peter’s hair. They were at his older brother Ted’s place, at the kitchen table as Ted got ready to go to a Friendsgiving with some of his coworkers. Ted had asked them to crash at his place as he’d be drinking and staying with one of his coworkers. Peter had taken the opportunity to cook a small dinner of roasted chicken and stuffing and veggies for her. He was going back and forth to the stove as they chatted and Ted leaned against the doorframe adjusting his jacket.
“I’ll be back for breakfast tommrow. Have fun, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” he winked.
Steph snorted as she watched Peter’s neck flush as he stirred the peas on the stove. “From what I’ve heard that doesn’t limit us.”
Ted laughed delighted and just gave them a salute before heading out.
Humming she stretched and made her way to stand by Pete, gently bumping hips with him. “Can I help Chef?” She asked. “Don’t really know how to cook but I can follow directions”
Peter just shook his head and waved her off. “It’s basically done, the plates are there if you want to set the table.”
She nodded and was about to do as suggested when she noticed him brushing his hair out of his face for like the fourth time. Sighing she pulled a hair tie off of her wrist. “Dude just pull it back.“
She moved behind him and felt him still as she states to brush his hair up into a pony. Frowning she dropped it and started to run her finger through it again, inspecting a chunk of hair near his side. “Hey Pete, I don’t know if you know this but you have a big chunk of grey here.” She looked closer the bright silver shining against the rest of his darker brunette curls. If it lay naturally the top layer nearly obscured the grey.
“Umm yeah….” Paul hummed as she let his hair fall again forgetting to tie it back. He was fidgety as he set the table and gestured for her to sit. “It showed up a few weeks ago,” he muttered.
She frowned. “ A few weeks ago? From the stress of everything?”
Peter set their food on the table and busied himself getting drinks from the fridge “Yeah could be,” he muttered passing her a cup but Stephanie had frozen, a memory she’d tried to repress coming forward.
That…thing…. bending over Peter. Brushing Peter’s hair back as it stared her down. What do you want Steph a voice seemed to echo but Peter took her hand and squeezed bringing her back.
They settled into an eventually normal meal as they both shook whatever memories they had off. Later that night as they were on the couch watching some dumb Christmas movie she stretched out and nudged Peter’s thigh with her feet. “I was thinking of dyeing my ends in a few days, want to match?” She grinned “You could pull off a chunky streak”
Peter just laughed and squeezed her foot. “I’ll think about it”
She nodded and settled back starting to drift off, content for the first time in a while.
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Follow-up to this post and a point-by-point recap of last night's events:
- Definitely thought I would be nervous, but as soon as I saw Neil waiting backstage from the vantage of my fourth row seat, all that went away.
- The event was a tribute to Ray Bradbury, with Neil and several actors reading different short stories and Neil talking about them in between. He started off the night by talking about being a TikTok meme ("Neil Gaiman, why are you in my falafel?") and how his time as a meme was almost up.
- There was an after party in the bar following the show, and the ticket I had purchased allowed me to attend. I didn't even realize Neil was there yet because he was so low profile and just chilling while a line began to form at his table.
- When I went up to him, he was very smiley and kind and soft-spoken. I mentioned really enjoying the Bradbury story he read ("The Homecoming") because it felt like an allegory for autism, for an autistic person in a family full of neurotypicals, and it really resonated with me. So we talked Ray Bradbury and writing and it was lovely.
- I also mentioned the tweets from a few years ago (here and here) that involved him commenting on a photo of me in a red bikini and me offering to cook him dinner if he came to New Jersey, and he remembered! Haha. He also still seemed very interested in the offer and said, "It's a date" and "We'll do dinner." Oh, Neil...
- At the end, I somehow finally remembered to tell him my name and said "I'm Amy" as we shook hands. To which he replied, "It's lovely to meet you, Amy. I'm Neil."
- After we took the picture, I wished Neil a good flight (the venue staff said they were trying to hurry up the queue because he had an early flight today) and safe travels, and he said "Thank you!" and was again so sweet and lovely and just a person.
- Didn't talk to Neil about anything Good Omens, but I did end up chatting with a woman who knows Rob Wilkins (someone waiting in the queue asked Neil how to get in touch with Rob and he pointed to this woman, so that was how I first became aware of her). Later on in the evening, after Neil left, we were on the other side of the bar and struck up a conversation about all things GO, Terry Pratchett, fandoms, Michael and David's chemistry, and much more. She also told me to follow her on Instagram and message her if I ever needed tips for navigating the overwhelm that is NYCC. A totally unexpected and thoroughly enjoyable conversation overall.
- Also got to talk with Yetide Badaki (who was in American Gods and one of the actors who performed last night) and she was beyond lovely. I complimented her performance and said how it was "like Siri, but less creepy" and she burst out laughing and asked if she could put that in her résumé. Haha. The topic of autism came up and she said how it was so important to her and how there needs to be more awareness. I mentioned being a professional speaker and that I've done a TED talk on autism, and she said she wanted to watch it. Again, completely unexpected interaction, but so delightful and so much fun.
My overall thoughts and takeaway from this is that real life is very, very much different and not the same thing at all as online fandom. It was incredibly refreshing to see Neil and talk to him in a non-fandom context, and to see how gracious he was with every person in line (adults, kids, couples, all of it). He signed books, took pictures with people, and hugged fans who seemed to be sharing particularly emotional moments. I feel like the fandom tends to treat Neil like some kind of god, but for me, I truly enjoyed seeing and getting to meet him as a person--charming, intelligent, funny, polite, and just a bit awkward...
#neil gaiman#ray bradbury#symphony space#nyc#selected shorts#good omens#recap post#gentle British flirting#a term coined by the Rob Wilkins lady that i enjoy very much#personal post#thoughts#discourse
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The EU French dub of "How Bad Can I Be?" got me in a chokehold so here's a rant-review of it
This is a collab with @etsulovesonceler :3 Absolutely do read their analysis on the DANISH 'How Bad Can I Be?' dub, it's bloody amazing
'C'EST MAL MAIS TANT PIS' aka 'I know it's bad, but f*ck it'
French dub was the first one I listened to with legitimate fascination and interest, so naturally it became my fave. I love how ENERGETIC and upbeat it is. It has the same effect as the Eng "how b-A-A-A-A-d can i be": it's catchy, flows and rhymes nicely and is impossible not to sing along to. You could've told me French was THE original version and honestly I would have believed you with ease, simply because it's SO DAMN WELL DONE.
Singer is a 10/10 for great vocals (obviously) and his acting towards the end of the song: he nails Once-ler's gradual descent into an arrogant, daring, untrustworthy and prideful character. Well, a lot of dubs did brilliantly on this part, but French one's full awareness of what he's doing makes him unique in my eyes. The way he sings out "Et c'est tellement GRATIFIANT" with so much DELIGHT, like he's truly relishing in his success is TASTY. Not giving two shits about the "bad" part at all, but it's The Once-ler, so it's a given I suppose.
SPEAKING OF, LEMME TELL YOU, FRENCH TRANSLATORS ABSOLUTELY COOKED HERE. Whoever wrote the lyrics, they must've been related to the creation of "Biggering" somehow or at the very least were big fans. Premise of his entire song is "I know DAMN well it's bad, but I couldn't care less tbh" The whole perspective is different now and stays somewhat true to "Biggering"s message. Rather drastic change from the original: bolder, blunter, harsher, honest, more ruthless and got a hella serious tone. Sure, he triES to excuse himself with "I don't know what has come over me" and "This is the life the fate chose for me" lines but…yeah, they're of little help, if any.
Some may argue that Once realizing his wrongdoings so early on in the song takes away from the impact "The Last Tree" had on him in the end, but if anything, I believe it gives him complexity. It's all about big talk, justifications and seeming indifferent until he actually HAS to face the consequences of his major fuck-up. The "Well too bad, could be worse for all I care" to "well damn, i should've cared" pipeline is real, which ultimately prompts him to say "actually, DO care. Care a whole awful lot" to Ted as his final message.
This dub singlehandedly added several layers to Once-ler's character with THIS LYRICAL DECISION ALONE and it's one of the many reasons why I adore it so much.
Besides, c'mon guys French is hot. Once speaking french? Attractive, next question.
European French lyrics and translation: https://lyricstranslate.com/en/how-bad-can-i-be-quel-point-puis-je-etre-mauvai.html-0
#onceler#onceler fandom#the lorax#lorax 2012#french dub#how bad can i be#how bad can i be multilanguage dubs#c'est mal mais tant pis#etsulovesonceler#the onceler#rory rants
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Could you make a fic of Rebecca Welton x fem!wife!reader where the team knows Rebecca is married but she never specified that it was to a woman, so when reader and their daughter (I am a firm believer in mom!rebecca) come to take her to out to lunch every one is super surprised. (I hope that made sense.)
Also your fics are amazing!!
YES!!!
Are there other requests in my inbox I should do before this? Yes, absolutely. Am I doing this one first? Also yes because I'm OBSESSED with this and came up with a really good idea for it yesterday and I'm too excited to wait. mom!rebecca 4ever 🥺😭😍
And thank you SO much I'm so glad you like them!!💕
Ps. this was getting SO long I need to make a pt. 2 that I will post ASAP!! I love this and I feel like it needs a series dedicated to it heheh
PART 2!
Rebecca is standing in the boys locker room pacing, she keeps checking her phone and muttering unintelligible words to herself. Ted walks in and sees her.
"Well either I'm late or you're sure down here early! Mornin' boss!" He says.
Rebecca is a little startled and turns to Ted.
"Oh! Ted, good morning." She gets distracted and looks back down at her phone and Ted gives her a look. "Oh sorry, I wanted to ask, do you have lunch plans today?"
"Well, Beard and I were going to do a sandwich switch but I ended up givin' it to one of the kids playin football this morning on account of they forgot their lunch at home and-"
"Great!" Rebecca cuts in. "I will meet you by the front door at 2."
"I think this is great, I think we should do lunchtime with the boss more often! We can play," Ted stops to think for a second and snaps his fingers. "Worst movie you've ever seen in theaters and best movie you've seen! Speakin of which, I went to the movies this weekend and-"
Rebecca cuts him off.
"Ted, I am also inviting Higgins and Keeley so there will be no 'lunchtime with the boss'."
"Ah! Great! Love me some Keeley and Higgie in the afternoon! So, what's the occasion?"
Rebecca is distracted by her phone again and doesn't hear Ted.
"Boss?" She looks up at him "You good? You seem a little wired for this early in the morning."
"Yes, I'm fine, not wired at all. And I have some visitors coming this afternoon I'd like you to meet." She looks back down at her phone.
Ted goes to speak and Rebecca cuts him off.
"I have to get going, see you at 2!" She says briskly walking out of the locker room.
Up in her office, Rebecca is still pacing, her eyes glued to her phone and Keeley walks in.
"Good morning!" She says, excitedly. She notices Rebecca is distracted and raises an eyebrow at her. "OI! What are you looking at?" She walks over to Rebecca and tries to look at her screen.
Rebecca quickly locks her phone and pulls it away.
"Nothing."
"Oh come on!" Keeley pleads
"I'll tell you later," Rebecca says. "Are you around this afternoon for lunch?"
Keeley pauses to think.
"Good, I have some visitors coming I'd like you to meet. Front doors at 2, okay?"
Keeley's eyes light up.
"Who's coming?! Is that what you're looking at! Is it a new boyfriend?!"
Rebecca gives Keeley a glare, she doesn't talk about her love life with anyone, as hard as Keeley tries.
"2 o'clock." Rebecca says as she sits down at her desk.
Higgins walks in and greets Rebecca and Keeley.
"Higgins, you're coming to lunch with Keeley, Ted and myself. Front doors at 2." She says without looking up from her computer screen.
"Oh I'd be delighted!"
"Rebecca has some guests coming she wants us to meet." Keeley says playfully and gives Higgins a wink.
"Oh," Higgins says with a curious smile on his face.
"I'm very busy this morning so I will see you both at 2." Rebecca gets up and ushers them out and closes the door. Once the door closes she takes a deep, nervous breath and checks her phone again.
That morning and early afternoon were less than productive, Rebecca locked herself in her office and couldn't do anything but obsessively check her phone.
2pm rolls around and Rebecca checks herself out in the mirror, fixes her hair and smooths out her dress a few times. She takes a deep breath and exhales trying to calm her nerves. She grabs her bag and jacket and heads downstairs.
At the end of the hallway she sees Ted, Keeley and Higgins standing around waiting for her. The door behind them opens and they turn to see who walked in. Rebecca hears a voice politely say "Hi there, I'm looking for Rebecca,"
Ted looks down the hall and points to her. "That there would be the boss."
You walk through the crowd and your eyes meet hers from down the hall. Tears begin to form in both of your eyes when you see each other. The moment is interrupted when you hear tiny footsteps run down the hall accompanied by "MUMMYYYY!!!"
Sophia, your four year old daughter, runs to Rebecca and jumps into her arms. Rebecca picks her up, spins her around and squeezes her and litters her face with kisses.
"Oh I missed you." She says quietly into her ear as she holds her close.
You walk up to the both of them, a few tears fall from your eyes as Rebecca wraps her free arm around you and you wrap your arms around the both of them. You see tears falling from her eyes as she pulls you in for a kiss. You feel a wave of relief wash over the both of you as your lips meet for the fist time in nearly six months. Rebecca looks lovingly at Sophia and you can't help but feel like your heart is whole for the first time in a long time.
"Mummy, are you and mommy sad?" She asks puzzled.
"No love," Rebecca says "we're very happy." She says as fixes Sophie's shirt.
"Then why are you crying?" She asks.
"Sometimes baby," you say "people cry when they're sad, but, they also cry when they're happy."
"Oh, okay!" She says as she wraps her arms around Rebecca's neck and squeezes her.
You can see Rebecca's body relax as she closes her eyes, places her hand on the back of Sophia's head and hugs her back. You wrap your arm around Rebecca and place your hand on her hip and place your other hand on Sophia's back. You look up at Rebecca and look at every inch of her face. Her beautiful smile, the way her eyelashes gently brush against her cheeks when her eyes are closed. The little lines around her mouth and the corners of her eyes, her soft blond hair, her smooth skin. You take in every single thing you possibly can and try to commit it to your memory.
You hear a squeal from down the hall and look, you completely forgot there were other people watching your reunion.
Keeley is digging her nails into Higgins in excitement as he tries to keep squeals of pain back. You chuckle at them and look back at Rebecca, who opens her eyes and sees the group gawking at the three of you. She reaches her hand out and you take it into yours and you walk towards them.
"Ted, Keeley, Leslie," Rebecca begins, "this is my wife, y/n," Keeley lets out squeals of excitement as she lets go of Higgin's arm and he sighs in relief. "And this here," she gestures to the toddler in her arms, "is our daughter, Sophia."
"YOU'RE MARRIED?! WITH A KID?!" Keeley screams "But you don't wear a ring!!!"
She smiles and shrugs her shoulders and looks at you and you smile back. You both knew it would be easier and there would be less questions if she didn't wear it, and you didn't mind.
"Well I have about a million and one questions" Ted speaks, " but lets start off with, what's the best movie-"
Rebecca cuts him off. "Why don't we save the questions until we get to lunch? Y/n and Sophie are probably starving, they just got off of a long flight and I'm sure they want to go sit down."
"Yes please" you say, looking lovingly at your wife.
"Leslie, do you mind driving Ted and Keeley, I'm afraid there's not enough room in my car with the car seat."
You look up at Rebecca and your face is beaming. Even though having the car seat is a bare-minimum kind of effort, you know she spent a good amount of time last night getting it ready, making sure every strap was perfectly in place. You know how excited she was for you guys to come and you know she spent the whole ride to work this morning staring at the car seat, wishing the day would move faster.
"Sure, not a problem at all."
You walk to the car and you hear Higgins mention something about ignoring the mess and pushing aside dirty socks and gym bags as you get into the car and Rebecca puts the baby in her car seat and hands her a new toy to keep her preoccupied for the ride.
She walks to the other side of the car and gets in next to you, closes the door and the driver pulls away. You both look at each other for a moment and she wraps her arms around your neck and pulls you in, nuzzling her face into your neck. She inhales deeply, the scent of your skin filling her nose as you feel tears on your shoulder. You pull back and look at her, she looks up at you with bright green, teary eyes. God, you missed looking into her eyes. You wipe tears away with your thumb as she purses her lips and studies your face.
"I missed you, so much." She says as she looks deeply into your eyes.
"I missed you too." You say as your eyes fill with tears.
You look back at Sophia and see that she's distracted by her toy and the city whizzing by. You turn back to Rebecca and you both lean in and your lips connect. She slides her hand up your neck to the back of your head and gently holds onto your hair as you hold the back of her head and pull her into you as closely as possible. You feel her tongue caress your bottom lip and you part your lips to let her in. Her tongue explores your mouth as if it was the first time and you do the same. You feel her heartbeat increase as her chest is pressed against yours and you begin to breathe heavily. The kiss becomes more passionate as Rebecca puts her other hand on your hip and pulls you in closer. You slide your other hand up the side of her dress past the middle of her thigh and hold her tight. The whole world fades away, it's just the two of you and your love for each other that exists for this moment.
You're interrupted when you hear Sophie's little voice.
"Mummy?"
You slide your hand out from Rebecca's dress and your lips part, your foreheads rest gently against one another as you both smile and chuckle lightly.
"Yes love?" Rebecca says, looking over at the toddler who's looking out the window.
"Why do they drive weird here?"
You both look at each other and laugh. Rebecca looks at Sophia and you see guilt in her eyes.
"She's gotten so big," she says quietly.
"I know" you say as you look at Sophie whose attention hasn't left the window.
Rebecca looks at you, more tears and guilt in her eyes.
"Oh honey," you say.
"I missed so much," she starts to say as tears roll down her face.
You pull her in for a hug and gently rub her back.
"Don't do that, it's okay," you say trying to comfort her as she gently cries. "I know, but it's not forever, it's just temporary.
"Three and a half years doesn't feel temporary." She says as she pulls back and looks into your eyes.
You bring your hand up to her face to wipe away the tears streaming down her cheeks and look into her eyes.
"I know." Your heart breaks seeing her filled with so much guilt and sadness, tears begin to form in your eyes. "But soon it will just be a memory and we'll all be together."
She nods, not convinced, but you can tell the hope is all she has to cling to.
You pull up to the restaurant and Rebecca quickly wipes away her tears, you wipe away a mascara mark from under her eye and she smiles at you as you hold her face.
"You look beautiful by the way." You say, your thumb gently stroking her face.
She gently blushes and goes to get out of the car. You reach over into the car seat and begin to unbuckle Sophia. Rebecca opens the door on the other side and takes her out and puts her on the ground and takes hold of her hand. You get out of the car and the three of you walk into the restaurant.
"Table for 6 for Rebecca." She says.
The hostess brings you to your table and Rebecca slides into the U shaped booth. Sophia hops in next to her and you sit next to Sophia at the end of the booth. You hand Sophia her drawing pad and crayons and she excitedly grabs them and starts drawing.
Ted, Keeley and Higgins walk in, Keeley slides in next to Rebecca, Ted and Higgins follow.
"Okay can we ask questions NOW?" Keeley exclaims as she settles in.
Rebecca looks at you and you give her a nod. Rebecca playfully rolls her eyes and looks at Keeley.
"Yes, now you can ask questions."
Ted, Keeley and Higgins all begin to talk at the same time and Rebecca cuts them off.
"One at a time! Christ." She laughs as she looks at you. "Keeley, you go first."
"How long have you been MARRIED?! How did you meet?!" She lowers her voice a little and leans in "what's the sex like?! It has to be hot."
Rebecca's face turns a little red and you burst out laughing. Rebecca looks at you and you can tell she's asking you if you want to answer the questions or to let her.
"Go ahead" You say smiling at her.
"Three years, we met in New York and I'm not answering the last question."
You make eye contact with Keeley and give her a thumbs up and nod your head, making the three of them laugh. You see Rebecca begin to turn around and you stop but can't help yourself from laughing.
"You're a little prat!" She says to you with a laugh as she playfully shoves you.
She looks over at Ted and gestures to him.
"How 'bout we do an ice breaker!" Rebecca rolls her eyes as he continues "okay y/n, best movie you've ever seen in theaters and worst movie you've ever seen in theaters?"
You pause to think. "Best movie, Spider Man, No Way Home, opening night."
"Oh opening night, you gotta see those kinda of movies on opening night, the crowd gets crazier than a road lizard. Gotta love seeing the multiverse gettin' all mixed up so they can beat their respective enemies together." Ted says.
"Worst movie," you say, thinking, "Vampires Suck."
"Well I don't know that one,"
"You're better off, it sucked. No pun intended." You say
"Well I love intentional puns, like that one time-" Ted continues as Rebecca cuts him off.
"Leslie?"
"Uh, which one of you, you know," as he gestures to Sophia.
"I gave birth to her" you say with a laugh "Sophie was about six months old when Rebecca and I met."
You look down at your daughter, still scribbling across her pad, unaware of everything else going on around her.
"So how did you really meet?" Keeley interjects. "Saying New York is a bull-" she stops herself and looks down at the toddler. "Bull crap answer." She says carefully.
Rebecca looks over at you and you take the reigns.
"Well I had just given birth to Soph about six months before, so my girlfriends wanted to take me out for a girls night since I hadn't done literally anything since having her. So we got rooms at a crappy hotel, dressed to the nines and went to the bar in the Ritz-Carlton." You say jokingly emphasizing the fancy-ness as Rebecca rolls her eyes at you with a chuckle.
"So we were having drinks, and having a good time and I see Rebecca walk in and sit at the bar. Immediately I was like 'damn, she's a good looking woman.' And of course my friends saw the way I looked at her and were teasing me about it. Then whoever she was meeting came and sat with her and I stopped looking over because a) I didn't think I had a chance in hell with her and b) she was with someone so, that was that. So we hung out, had a few drinks, laughed, had a great time and I notice the person she was with leave money for the bartender and leave. She looked disappointed and I felt so bad. So one of my girlfriends went up to the bar and chatted her up and she came over and hung out with us."
You look at Rebecca, she seems satisfied with your response as she puts her arm around you.
"Oh come on!! I need the WHOLE story!!" Keeley begs.
#rebecca welton x reader#rebecca welton#rebecca welton fanfic#hannah waddingham#ted lasso fic#ted lasso#willalove75
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richard, on a friday
robbie showed annie some texts he'd exchanged with their mom. she'd asked him if he'd deletd the pictures he took of her yet and he said "of course not, i made it your contact photo when you call me."
mom: oh noooo
him: relax, you look great
mom: well thank u
him: perfect tits, cute bush
mom: i really hadn't trimmed it enough when you saw me, it was a mess, i've since done a better job
him: let me see
mom: lol!
him: take a pic of your bush for me
mom: you're so bad
him: come on, don't be shy
and she'd sent him a photo of herself in the bathroom mirror, in just a bra, smiling, posed just slightly, bush well-displayed. she'd trimmed it down to nearly a shadow, with very defined, angled edges.
him: excellent work, my only note is to take the bra off next time.
annie gave him a blowjob after that. "it's not my birthday or anything," he said, as she wrapped her mouth around him. she was very aware what she was doing -- she had to beat her mom at this.
of course, she already was beating her mom at this, and she'd casually sent robbie dozens of nudes and videos of herself fucking. but it wasn't enough to just win by a margin. she needed to leave her mom in the dust. she got robbie's cum all over her shirt and had to change before work.
ted had asked her out that night but she'd told him she would just come over and fuck him after a work event. the work event was another party richard had invited her to, a fundraiser for a nonprofit. annie wore a short black dress and a white, small pair of panties. no bra. when annie got there, she was surprised to see that richard's daughter was there too. "annie, this is my daughter sophie, this is my therapist annie," he said.
"wow, hot therapist," sophie said, grinning.
"richard has shown me some of your work," annie said. "it's really lovely."
"sophie's in the city for a few weeks as an artist in residence at AIC," richard said.
"impressive," annie said.
"not really," sophie said. "they just kind of hand those grants out. want to get a drink?"
annie was surprised but delighted by how brusque sophie was. she'd expected a wilting little soft-spoken french flower. but she was funny and vulgar and sharp.
"my dad thinks you are so smart," she said to annie. "which i know from a rich white guy sounds condescending but he really means it."
"yeah, he's a very earnest person," annie said.
"it's very sweet. my mom was the bitter acid that balanced him out. now he's fuckin' ted lasso."
"well, it seems like you're the acid now."
"i try but i don't see him much."
"that's hard. i'm close with my dad too. he lives in the suburbs but he's always coming to hang out with me and get away from my mom."
sophie laughed. "i know i have a dead mom so i'm supposed to tell you to appreciate her but my mom was kind of a cunt."
annie laughed.
"you want to do some molly?" sophie asked.
"of course," annie said.
sophie pulled her into the bathroom.
"last time i let someone pull me into the bathroom around your dad, she took a picture of my tits and showed it to him."
"very professional," sophie said, putting a pill in annie's mouth. "don't worry, if i take pictures of you i won't show my dad."
"i'm not sure i minded, honestly," annie said.
"of course you didn't," sophie said.
the night was buzzy, blurry fun. sophie often circulated away from annie, and annie made wide-eyed small talk with other people, but was always grateful when she returned. richard was mostly busy with others but winked at them a lot.
claire was texting annie, and at one point sophie caught sight of a nude claire had sent.
"i definitely didn't clock you as queer but i think france has fucked up my gaydar," sophie said. "no one is fucking gay over there. which you wouldn't think would be the case!"
"i don't know if i am, i just... i met this girl the other week and we impulsively fucked and i think it made us both question..."
"wow, the pussy was that good huh?" sophie said. "can i have her number? i haven't been properly eaten out in like a year."
"i'll give you her number, yeah."
annie texted claire. "i'm kind of busy tonight but do you want to fuck my friend?"
"female?" claire replied.
"yeah, female, very hot, kind of high right now..."
"yes" claire said. "my boyfriend is visiting home for the weekend. yes."
annie gave sophie claire address and put her in an uber. she went back to the party to said goodnight to richard.
"where did sophie go?"
"uh, i kind of got her laid?" annie said. "sent her to a female friend's place who was kind of in the mood."
"well, you two are already fast friends, huh?" he laughed. "have a great night, i'll see you on monday!"
annie took an uber to ted's place. he'd taken a pill, and they fucked hard on the couch, annie's dress still on, panties pulled aside. annie came three times on his cock, and ted finished twice inside her. annie was a mess, and took a long shower after. when she got out, she had texts from claire -- pictures of sophie nude in her bed. annie was surprised to see that sophie was fully shaved.
surprisingly, it came up in therapy on monday. richard was remarking on how nice it was to have sophie stateside for a while, living at his apartment, and the intimacy of that. he told annie that he'd sat in the bathroom and chatted with sophie as she shaved her bush in the bath.
"why?" annie asked. "it was such a great bush!"
richard laughed. "you know, I think it's a when in rome kind of thing. the bush makes sense in france. not as common here. i mean i don't want to speak for all women. she said your friend was shaved."
"she was?" annie said. "surprising. she was not when we hooked up a week ago." she laughed at herself disclosing this kind of thing in front of richard so readily, so eagerly. "maybe i inspired her."
richard smiled.
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MONSTER MANIA CON POST!!
This weekend was an absolute dream come true! Everything I had hoped and dreamed for my very first convention. And I'm incredibly grateful that I got to be there with @ghoulgeousimmaculate @bloodsuckingfiends & @silvermaplealder (and his friend Jess). Everyone was so kind and fun to be around. I'll give the rundown of who I met in this post and I'll add another post later on with more pictures!
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The first day Ghoulie and I checked in early and got all dolled up to meet Alex Winter first. I got both an autograph and a photo op with him. He seemed a little tired/out of it and I assume that's because he JUST got back from the U.K. and went straight to the convention. His photo op was super quick and I was only able to pose next to him, not with him.
But still, he was super cool and was very happy when I told him how I introduced my fiancé to the Bill & Ted trilogy. I also showed him an art commission I requested of Ricky Coogan! He was a nice dude overall 😄
The second day Maple and I dressed up as David and Michael! I even got the honor of doing his makeup to make the cosplay extra authentic. He gave me some of his amazing, homemade stickers as a "thank you"! He was hands down the best looking David cosplayer in the whole convention.
I got to get an autograph from Heather Langenkamp before doing a selfie with her. I was the last one to see her before she left for photo ops. She was an absolute delight! I talked about listening to her episode on the Dead Meat podcast and we had a bonding moment over that. When I posed with her, I did a peace sign and she copied the pose.
Then she said "that's such a coincidence because I wear THIS every day!" and she pulled out a necklace with a peace sign charm. She was just so delightful 😊
Billy was an absolute dream. He has the most warm, caring look in his eyes and was very interested when I talked about how The Lost Boys got me back into writing. I was getting a little emotional, and I could tell he was on standby if I needed some help.
I had a photo op with him later, but I paid an extra $10 for a selfie with him. My hand was trembling from my nervousness and he was kind enough to hold it steady so I could take the picture. He made sure I was comfortable the whole time I interacted with him. 🥰
Also, I picked out a picture of Paul and Dwayne to be signed as a way to honor Brooke. When Billy saw it he said "awww I love this pic! 🥺" I was fighting tears ngl.
Kiefer was an incredible guy!! I decided just to do a photo op and not an autograph because people were lining up at 3 IN THE DAMN MORNING and I wasn't about to do that lol. He loved the outfits that Ghoulie and Maple wore, and it was such a delight seeing his smile. He was so kind with me. Very welcoming and didn't hesitate to shake my hand or wrap an arm around me for our picture! I think he was still is a great mood after seeing Maples perfect cosplay lol
The last celeb I met was Jason, and I gotta say, I think he was my favorite. Jordyn wasn't exaggerating when she said he was so nice. He was by far the kindest person I met at the whole convention (and that's saying something considering everyone was a delight to meet). I felt like he truly cared about meeting every single fan and was genuinely listening with interest when I told him the story of how @michael-after-hours got his name from Michael Emerson.
When I tell you his face LIT UP when he saw my cosplay. He was so overjoyed and it made me even happier to be dressed as Michael. The joyful energy was just so infectious. 🥰
I'm so incredibly lucky to have met all of these wonderful icons in horror. They truly did care about their fans and made the whole experience extra special. I would do it all again in a heartbeat if I could.
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