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Please Accept My Apology
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
Summary: After three days spent trying to convince the BAU that they had made a mistake, Spencer Reid shows up at your door to offer his apology.
Warnings: enemies to lovers, smut 18+ minors dni, slight age gap, penetrative sex, squirting, fingering, dirty talk, name calling, degradation, hints of bdsm, implied creampie etc.
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You never thought you'd ever see the inside of an interrogation room before this week. Now you didn't think you'd ever see the outside of it.
“Y/N, you're brother ran from law enforcement multiple times, if you know where he is you need to tell us or you'll be charged with accessory to murder and kidnapping after the fact. Is that what you want?”
“Of course it isn't what I want, but I already told you I can't fucking help you!”
You paced in the boxed room, feeling closed in and hot.
Your brother - your innocent brother - was the key suspect in a series of child abductions and murders, and as he'd ran from law enforcement multiple times, they'd dragged you into the police precinct to try to track him down.
For the last three days, you'd been stuck sitting at that table across from Doctor Spencer Reid, waiting for the worst news of your life, because you knew it was coming.
“He's not a murderer. He's mentally ill, but he wouldn't hurt anyone. I keep telling you that, why won't you believe me?”
“A lot of loved ones protest a suspect's innocence, right down to the last second.” You couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up from the depth of your chest.
“My brother is schizophrenic. He was violent before, sure, he had outbursts. But he has been monitoring his meds for the last three years perfectly. He has a job, he has a son. He would not hurt those kids.”
You had always looked up to your elder brother, even through the tough years.
He'd inherited both your fathers drinking problem and your mother's mental illness, each demon feeding the other until he had a breakdown at age 19.
You were only 17 yourself, but with no one else to hold him accountable, you'd been there. You'd checked him into a facility, you drove him to each of his doctor's appointments when he was clean. You'd been around for each sober anniversary, for each birthday and holiday and celebration that he'd made it one more year without falling into himself.
He'd reciprocated by being the most reliable man you knew. He helped put you through college when he was stable enough, he'd managed to work his way up in the ranks at his construction job. He had a beautiful wife (currently in another interrogation room with another agent) and the cutest little boy.
He'd promised you that your family struggles would end with the two of you. You'd promised each other to take care of each others families if anything happened to them in the future, and while you currently had no family to speak of, you sure as hell were going to make sure that your nephew never wanted for anything in his life.
Your brother wasn't a murderer, and you had proof enough.
“You know, you haven't asked me yet why I think he's innocent.” You took your seat again, and gathered your hands together on the table, leaning in closer to the agent in front of you.
You watched him think for a second, then mirror your pose, leaning in just as close, eyes locked with yours.
You'd talked about a lot of things these past three days, and you got the idea that he was a bit of a jackass. If not a jackass, then at least big-headed; he'd practically shouted his title of Doctor at you as he'd walked in, and made sure to correct you every time you'd called him agent or sir.
You kept doing it just to piss him off eventually.
“It's denial, Miss Y/L/N. You don't want to see the signs you'd ignored for that lingered, so you beg and protest and plead, hoping that eventually you'll turn out to be correct.” His voice was low, but you caught every word.
“While I am sure you know what you're talking about Agent Reid, that is not why I'm here still. I'm not being charged with a crime, and I've been here much longer than 24 hours. I'm free to go at any point, but I'm sticking around here, lawyer free, because I want to watch your face when you realise you'd been wrong this entire time.”
He shifted uncomfortably and you smiled, happy to get under his skin once again.
“Okay, Miss Y/L/N. What makes you so sure your brother is innocent?”
“Your profile.” His eyes slightly widened at that, and you basked in it, leaning back and waiting for him to take the bait as the tide turned in your conversation.
“We profiled that our unsub would be late 20s to early 30s, probably a family man who'd likely been abused as a child. The profile also suggested he may have had a psychotic break recently, likely as a result of coming off his meds. Your brother fits the profile, Y/N.”
He'd dug his own grave, and you were happy to see him getting ready to sleep in it too.
“No, he doesn't, Agent.”
A tense silence passed between you, and you knew his gaze was fixed on you. You let your eyes dart elsewhere, rolling down his body to his hands. They were totally still of course, but you could see how tense he was by the way he pushed them flat against the table, almost as if he were trying to ground himself, finding reassurance in the pressure.
“How does he not fit the profile?” His brows were knitted together, and his expression was one of annoyance now.
No matter how much you had shouted or let out your frustrations these past few days, he'd kept a placid look of sympathy plastered across his features. He hadn't listened, or even suggested he'd wanted to, assuming your brother was guilty.
Now he was annoyed, as if he had the right.
“Despite what your records supposedly tell you, my brother is not off his meds.”
“Miss Y/L/N, we know that your brother did not refill his prescription three months ago, and that he looked into some clinical trials in the metropolitan area and was rejected.”
“Congratulations for having 50% of the facts. My brother wasn't rejected from those trials, he withdrew because they changed the terms. They wanted to study my nephew as well to see if they could predict where hereditary cases of Schizophrenia would manifest.”
You leaned in again now, enjoying watching the thoughts rush through Spencer Reid's head once again.
“His health insurance had some issues after the withdrawal, so his prescription couldn't be filled until next week, but my brother always had six months of pills delivered.”
You watched the realisation come crashing down on the agent in front of you, though he was doing a good job of keeping himself out together.
It was time to end this conversation.
“To take part in the clinical trial, he needed to stop taking his regular medication for two weeks. Meaning he has two more weeks of his regular medication. I watched him take it Monday morning, right about when your second kidnapping occurred. My sister-in-law will confirm.”
He stood from his chair slowly and nodded at you, making his way to the door.
“And Agent Reid?” You said making sure to hold his attention one last time before he could leave. “If anything happens to my brother, I will hold you responsible.”
He slipped from the room without another word, and you relaxed into the chair, letting your eyes fall shut as you waited patiently.
Xxx
It was another week before your brother was totally cleared. He'd turned himself into law enforcement the same day you'd forced the BAU to reevaluate their profile, and both he and his wife had cracked up your story.
With nothing else to distract them, you'd been happily informed that they'd caught the actual perpetrator, and saved another victim.
You were back at home now, trying to relax, to get back on track.
You knew by the knock on the door that you weren't going to get back to your normal routine just yet.
“Agent Reid, I wasn't expecting you.” He was there at your door, and you had to brush off a wave of annoyance, forcing yourself not to slam the thing in his goddamn face.
“It's Doctor Reid. You know that, though.” He mumbled the words, jaw tense as he heaved out a sigh, trying to get to his point but being distracted by your prickly words.
“I came to talk. May I come inside?”
“We talked for three days straight, Doc. What else could we possibly need to discuss?” You made sure to block the door with your body, one arm resting on the doorframe as you leant across it, the other holding the door tightly next to you.
You thought he'd get the idea, tuck his tail between his legs, and swiftly leave you alone, but you were sadly mistaken.
Instead his eyes raked over your body as you put it on display, curiously exploring every inch you put in his eyeline.
“May I come in?” He repeated, eyes still trailing down your body. If it weren't for the heat building inside of you, you'd have slammed the door in his face. A moment's hesitation was all you got instead, as he locked eyes with you again, and you reluctantly moved an inch to the side.
You stayed there in the doorway even as he entered, his body brushing against yours almost intimately for the second, his hand faintly tracing over your hip as he stepped inside, watching you all the time.
Needing desperately to gain your composure back, you jumped into asking questions. “You're in now. What do you want?”
“I wanted to apologise.” He hadn't moved far into the apartment, and you realised aa soon as you turned away from locking the door, overestimating his distance. You spun right into his arms, one of his palms coming to your waist to steady you as the other steadied the two of you against the wall.
“And whatever would the wonderful Doctor Reid need to apologise for?”
Your words were venomous, but the heat in them rose from somewhere deeper than the acid in your stomach, somewhere more fiery than the burning sensation at the back of your throat.
“I'm trying to do the right thing here, Y/N.”
“After a week of doing the wrong thing, Spencer, I'm not sure you're fully capable of that.”
His brows furrowed as he pouted, and you hated his proximity, both too close and too far at the same time. You wanted to run him apart, and then delicately sew him back together.
“I was doing my job.”
“You almost got my brother killed.”
“I'm sorry.” He heaved out an exasperated breath with the words, body relaxing and pushing your back fully against the wall. His eyes widened, and you could tell that he hadn't meant to move you in that way, but you just stared at him still, eyes flicking down to his lips with every intrusive thought.
This was how close you needed him.
“I don't give a shit if you're sorry.” You meant the words to be harsh a warning, but you hadn't realised your heartbeat bursting from your throat, your breathy gasps for air making it sound more erotic than angry.
He blinked once, then twice, slowly as if he was a scientist observing an experiment, not wanting to take his eyes off of it until he was certain something wouldn't happen.
“You're enjoying this.”
“I'm not.”
“Your heart rate is at 127 bpm, your pupils are dilated, your breathing is shallow. You're enjoying this. Why?”
His hands didn't let up, even as he shot out his words, brows furrowing further as you resisted the urge to push him away.
It was more comfortable keeping him close.
“I told you I am not enjoying this. You're just too close.”
“So, you're having a physical reaction to me?” He asked, almost quizzically. You had expected to hear a triumphant smirk or something in his voice, but he seemed genuinely curious.
“For God's sake, Spencer, yes. Yes, you're close and it's making me uncomfortable. You spent three days making me feel uncomfortable, and now you've come back for round two, are you happy now?”
“You're not uncomfortable,” he shot out again, almost as if he couldn't stop the words from spilling out. “You're aroused.”
“Know it all.” He laughed at that, and you could feel the heat in your cheeks. You weren't sure what the hell was going on with your body, because you'd spent the week despising the man in front of you, but now a simple hand on your wrist and a laugh had you blushing like a schoolgirl.
“So what if I am aroused? You're touching me, you have me pinned against the wall, really this is your fault, Agent.”
“It's Doctor, but you can call me Spencer. Or you can go back to another colourful insult if you'd prefer?”
“You're pretty full of yourself, I thought you came to apologise.”
“I did, it's not exactly me that is acting like they want to be filled right now though.”
“Jackass,” you snapped, as he lowered his hand around to cup your ass, finally allowing himself a tiny hint at the smirk you'd predicted earlier.
You gasped as he took a handful of your ass and pulled you flush against him.
“I want to say sorry, I want to make it up to you. I'm being quite charitable here.”
“Charity, my dear Doctor, is where you give something and expect nothing in return. It seems like you want something in return.” You spat the words again but you let your hands press lightly against his chest, waiting for him to make the next move as you played with the buttons of his shirt.
“I'd be more than happy to do that, too.”
You weren't sure who reached for who, or which one of you made the first push, but you were suddenly joined together by your lips, each of you battling furiously for dominance.
Your hands pushed up desperately, clawing into his long, busy strands and pulling him down further into you as you worked against him.
He was still stronger than you though, so when he forced your head back an inch, you moved out of necessity.
“Is that enough, or should I keep apologising?”
“Nowhere near enough, jacka-” he cut you off by pushing the tip of his thumb into your mouth, using one of his legs to spread yours so he could nuzzle himself between them.
“Why so quiet now? We couldn't shut you up in those interrogation rooms, but now you're so polite and obedient.” You moaned around his thumb as he stroked your tongue, encouraging you to suck it.
You didn't need much instruction, desperate now to show off your superior skills to the man in front of you.
“That's it, show me how much you want it, my little whore.”
His hand slipped into your pants quietly, but you twitched as his hands feathered their way along your pelvic bone, twitching at the sensitivity of the connection.
His hands slipped into your panties and you knew immediately it was over for you. You were so wet, and he was going to be able to tell just how much you apparently wanted him.
You moaned as he roughly pushed your pants down, finger teasing your cunt through your panties as you still struggled to suck his thumb so you didn't make any louder noises.
“You're enjoying this.” It was no longer a question, but a confident statement, no curiosity but simple satisfaction at how good he was making you feel.
He pulled his thumb from your mouth, rubbing some saliva across your lips to make them shine before he turned you around and pushed you up against the wall. Your hands barely pushed out in from of you before your chest collided with the wall, and he was close behind you.
As he coaxed your panties down your legs, you closed your eyes and tried to keep your breathing steady, desperately clinging to some high ground where you could find it.
His fingers were hot and long, and they quickly found your clit and got to work as he ground his hard cock against your bare ass.
His pants were still on, but you could feel the outline of his dick against you, hips rutting back into him with each flick of his wrist.
“Now, come on Y/N. You said it's not charity if I receive something in return, right?” He whispered into your ear as you tried to reach behind you to grab his dick.
“We're going to take this nice and slow, and you're going to enjoy all of it.”
His fingers slowed to an aching pace as he finally pushed a first digit inside of you. His hips finished moving and his free hand held you still too, so the only friction was coming from that one hand between your legs, practically edging you.
“Fuck me, just fuck me Spencer.” You moaned in frustration.
“Doctor.” He whispered in your ear, the glee in his voice igniting your hatred of him all over again.
“What?” You spat out.
“Call me Doctor Reid, and I'll give you anything you want. You want to cum, right?”
His fingers kept their slow pace, and you could feel yourself growing more impatient, even as you grit your teeth together.
“Fuck me, Doctor Reid.”
“What about please?”
“Fuck you.” You instantly regretted your words when he pulled his hands off your body completely, retreating further into your house.
“No, shit, wait.-”
You scrambled after him as he took a seat on your couch, removing his jacket and loosening his already dishevelled tie.
“What do you want, Y/N?” He asked, palming himself through his pants as he watched you practically fall at his feet, needing his hands back on you.
“I want you to f-fuck me, please Doctor Reid.” He nodded slightly, pulling your remaining clothing off as he responded.
“That's a good little slut.” He led your hand over his cock and let you undo the buttons and pull him out. You needed no other instructions as he leaned back and pulled your legs into a firmer position.
You gave his cock a few strokes before lifting your hips and sinking back down onto him.
“So fucking wet for me, you were so aroused, baby.”
He didn't let you control the pace, but held your hips still just above him as he began pushing into you from below, lifting his hips to fill you up with each thrust.
You couldn't bite back the screams as his balls slapped against you, Spencer trying his best to fit his entire length into you with each deep thrust. You wanted to kill the man only an hour earlier, and now you were sure you wanted to have him inside you like this forever.
“Oh fuck, just like that, just like that Spencer please!”
Your hand drifted down to your cunt and you're began to rub feverishly, even as you felt the pressure build up from your gut.
The pressure was almost unbearable and before you knew it you were squirting on his cock, fingers splashing wave after wave of your arousal over his cock and clothes.
“Already squirting for me? I thought you didn't want anything to do with me, Y/N. I guess you are just a little whore.”
You twitched, but couldn't respond, as he began thrusting sloppier than ever before, grunting in your ear as he finally joined you in your mess.
His grip on your hip slipped as he finally started cumning, and you moaned feeling him so deep as he gathered you in his arms and pulled you chest to chest.
You sat there panting together for an eternity before you even thought about detangling your limbs from one another.
“You made a mess of my fucking sofa.” You said as you finally rose up slightly, looking down at the mess beneath you.
“No, Y/N, that was you. I simply helped.”
“Jackass.”
“Whore.”
You gasped as he laughed at you again, pulling your hips back down over his so you couldn't slide off his cock again.
“Don't act so scandalised when I can feel just how much that turned you on. You're enjoying this.”
You pouted a little, but let your head fall back against his chest.
“And what if I am, Agent Reid?”
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morning with birthday boy - dad jeno scenario
Helllloooooo so i got this request for our birthday boy🥺🤍 extra fluffy for this very special day. Hope you like it!!!
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You and your son woke up early to make birthday pancakes for the birthday boy. It's a tradition that started years ago when you and Jeno started dating, he knew you loved pancakes so he took you out for breakfast and surprised you with a tall stack of your favorite pancake with a pink candle on top.
Now years later, here you are in your kitchen cooking pancakes with your son, Geonu, about to surprise your husband.
Geonu, now two years old, is at that age where you can let him join the fun. You love cooking and baking so usually he'd be right beside you as your little helper.
"Mommy, owy" his term for chocolate, pointing at the bowl of chocolate chips
"Want to put the choco chips? Okay, you do it like this" you carry him up, showing how and where to sprinkle it. You let him get a handful before you do the same, a few got stuck between his fingers and he immediately taste it
"You silly boy, you only wanted to get the chocolate huh" you tickle him, eliciting giggles from your little boy. Geonu is a splitting imagine of Jeno, when he was born and Jeno's mom said he look3d exactly like Jeno when he was born. And as the years passed by Geonu's showing more resemblance with his father.
Your favorite one being their identical eye smile.
You finish cooking the pancakes, fixing a stack to surprise Jeno with. Carrying the plate in one hand and Geonu with your other.
Opening your bedroom door, you see your husband still fast asleep. His bare back towards the door, you set Geonu on the bed and he immediately crawls towards his dad. Climbing on his back and laying his head right on Jeno's head.
Jeno feels something on his cheek, something settles on his back too. After a few seconds he can feel something wet on his cheek, a tiny voice gurggling.
A smile appears on his face before he could even open his eyes. He peaks with one eye, turning to see you at the edge of the mattress with a plate of pancakes and his son giving him his morning kisses
"Good morning, happy birthday baby" you tell him. He carefully move Geonu from his back to his lap, sitting up to blow the candle
"Geonu, let's make a wish. Okay 1 2 3" the little boy blowing the candle with Jeno, you sit infront your boys watching them with smitten eyes
"Thank you, baby" he tells you, leaning over to give you a kiss
"So how does it feel to be a year older?"
"I'm only a few months older, this would be you soon" he teases you back
One of many birthdays you've celebrated together and now you have your little bundle of joy to celebrate with. There's really nothing Jeno would wish for, he already has everything he needs. He used to wonder if settling down was something he'd do, he didn't really see himself as a family man. He's fine being on his own until he met you.
Ever since then, there isn't a moment he wanted to be alone ever again. He knew he was going to spend the rest of his birthdays with you the moment you smiled so big at him at that breakfast diner a few years ago.
He finally knew what real contentment feels and it's this. Mornings with you and the little boy who is equal parts of him and you. Celebrating birthdays with a tradition the two of you made.
"Let's have breakfast downstairs, I made eggs and bacon and coffee" you tell him, getting Geonu from then standing up from the bed.
Jeno sets the plate down on the bedside table before giving you a hug by the waist. Your hand finds his hair, giving him a half hug.
"I love you so so so much" he mumbles, looking up at you
You lean down to kiss him again, after a few seconds you feel a hand separate the two of you making the two of you laugh
"Uhhhh what is this? She's mine before she was yours" Jeno tells his son, giving his tummy tickles.
"Okay okay let's go get breakfast, we have a full day ahead. You go get dressed" you tell Jeno, knowing full well what's underneath the sheets
He smirks at you, waving as you walk out the door
After a few seconds you peak your head by the door, "I love you too" you say then you walk away. Jeno smiles, his eyes disappearing as the familiar feelings envelops him again. Like he's falling inlove with you for the first time again.
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Easy Like A Sunday morning ~ BC
WORD COUNT: 2.7K
GENRE: comfort for family drama, argument between couple, established relationships, angsty, with soft ending
PAIRING: Chan x GN !Reader
⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - January 2024
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The sun beamed through the cracks in the bedroom blinds as you lay with your head on Chan's chest, your fingers running up and down his chest softly as the two of you lay there for what felt like forever. Sundays were always the best for the two of you, neither of you had to work which meant you could spend all day in bed if you felt like it, which nine times out of ten you always did.
You'd lay in bed, tangled in the sheets enjoying the warmth of a lazy Sunday morning, doing nothing but eat and laugh together as you shared moments you couldn't wait to tell your future kids about.
"I love lazy Sundays with you," You said with a giant smile, your hands drawing invisible patterns into Chan's bare chest as he smiled and let out a content sigh.
There was nowhere else he'd rather be than with you, work had been stressful to him all week and this had been exactly what he needed to unwind from the chaos of his boss. The two of you needed this time together to just relax, sometimes it was the only thing you had to look forward to after a shitty time at work.
"Me too...No rush...No plans," He sighs happily as he stretches his legs in the bed making you giggle a little at him as he finally stopped and wrapped his arm around your waist,
"Just us, TV and lots of food." He finished as you let out a giggle. The two of you would always cook for one another, taking turns every Sunday to see who would cook for the other and this week it had been you.
So you'd made you both some breakfast wraps which had gone down a treat with Chan who'd already had three from you.
"We should do this on Saturdays too," You mumbled, turning to lay with your chin resting on your boyfriend's chest and smiling a little. Saturdays were usually reserved for spending time with your family but after the big blowout you'd had with them yesterday you were hoping you'd limit your time with them as much as humanly possible.
"I thought you were always busy on Saturdays..." Chan trailed off a little trying not to seem as hurt as he was by never getting to spend the full weekend with you but it was confusing for him. The two of you had been together for almost five months now and you'd never been free on Saturdays and whenever he asked you about it, you'd brushed it off as nothing or told him you were working.
"Turns out I might be free more often now," You smiled weakly and looked at Chan who appeared to be elsewhere in his own mind so you bit your lip and turned his head to look at you.
"I love you." You whispered before reaching across and kissing him softly. Chan's arms wrapped around you as he pulled you closer to him, his worries melting away as he shared a peaceful kiss with you. As you moved to straddle his lap something sounded downstairs and you stalled completely, your hands resting on Chan's bare chest and you frowned.
No one else had a key except for Chan - who was present and accounted for and...
"Shit!" You hissed out, rushing over to the end of the bed and throwing Chan's clothes in his direction, you looked at him to see him frowning at you.
"What?! Who is it?!" Chan sat bolt upright, panicking as you rushed to find your own clothes, you didn't have time to explain anything to him right now, all you needed to do was hurry up and get dressed before someone walked into your room.
"Yn, this would be a bad time to tell me you're secretly married with a husband." Chan chuckled lightly trying to make you talk to him but you shook your head at him, whimpering a little as you heard the front door slam shut.
"I'm not..I-I just- You need to go."
"What? Why?" The confusion was written across his face as he got dressed, grabbing his bag from your hands as you swallowed a lump that was in your throat.
"Yn! Get down here! We need to talk!" Your mother's voice screeched from down the stairs making your whole body tense up so hard you were afraid you were never gonna move again.
"Y-You need to get out of here before they see you," Your voice barely grew louder than a whisper but Chan heard you as he frowned,
"Why can't they see me?" Chan's voice came out in a whisper too and you cringed as you heard your brothers rumbling around in the kitchen,
"P-Please." Your shakey voice made Chan panic but he nodded his head, a little unsure as to where all of this was coming through.
The two of you had been going out long enough that you could easily meet one another's family, hell, you'd already met Chan's and they all adored you. Whenever Chan had asked about your family, you'd told him it was "complicated" and that you weren't that close but for them to walk into your home it seemed pretty close to him,
"Explain to me what's going on." He wasn't demanding but more concerned, your mother sounded pissed off and he wasn't going to leave you alone if you were worried about them.
"I will...later, I'll distract them and you can go out the front door." You looked out of the blinds to make sure none of them were waiting in the back and you made your way to the bedroom door, your heart racing rapidly inside of your chest.
"Yn," Chan whispered, his chest aching a little at the thought of you hiding him like he was some kind of dirty secret. All of your friends had met him, even your co-workers but you weren't introducing him to the people that mattered most and it pained him.
"I have to go. Please just leave." You barely gave him any chance to fight you on it before you walked out of the bedroom door and headed toward the living room.
"It's too late for you to still be in bed, you shouldn't sleep so much." Your mother's voice carried to the bedroom and Chan waited until he heard you shut the living room door before making a break for it.
The front door to your boyfriend's place creaked open as you stepped inside, your shoulders slumped as you let out an exasperated sigh and kicked off your shoes. You expected to see Chan waiting for you with open arms but he was nowhere to be seen.
"Chan?" You called out before walking further into the home but something felt completely off about it all. The living room felt uneasy and the air felt thick with tension as you noticed the dim lights and Chan sitting in a chair staring at you with a frustrated look on his face.
The air felt heavy as if it was carrying the weight of all the unspoken words between you and Chan from earlier in the morning.
"Chan-" You started but never got to finish,
"We've been together for five months and you've never introduced me to your family." You knew the two of you were going to talk about this tonight but you were hoping you could do it within the comfort of your boyfriend's arms.
"Chan, it's complicated." You breathed out, dropping your bag onto the floor and taking in a deep breath. You'd been trying to figure out where to start with this all day but you still didn't know how or even where to begin.
"Complicated? What seems complicated because they all seemed pretty happy to swing by your place today." He grumbled at you, you looked down at the floor before switching your gaze back to Chan who was staring daggers at you.
"They weren't invited." You mumbled a little because they weren't. They weren't supposed to use the key unless there was an emergency and after the fight you'd had the previous day you figured they'd never wanna see you again anyway.
"They're family, they come whenever they want. My family is the same." Chan reminded you and you rolled your eyes a little. Chan's family were great, they came around but announced it first, and sometimes sent a quick text to prepare him but yours weren't like that.
"Yeah, well your family is different than mine." Your family were different than most, they would drop by unannounced or call you at work demanding you leave and go to them right away.
"How?" He arched a brow at you. All day he'd been left to stew in his own thoughts and he'd come to one conclusion about everything and that was that you were ashamed to be with him and that was why you hadn't introduced him yet.
"It's-"
"Complicated," You both said at the same time before Chan let out a loud scoff at you, shaking his head before sitting down in the chair. This felt like a losing battle every single time he brought up the subject of your family,
"We've talked about it all before and you always brush it off. I feel like a dirty little secret."
"You're not a secret, Chan...It's just-"
"Just what?!" He finally yelled, losing his patience with you as tears built in his eyes. He wasn't the type to cry in front of you but he was losing his will and needed to know if there was something wrong with him that you would hide part of yourself away from him.
"They're just...They're different," Tears began to well up in your eyes as you stared at him. Your family had been one of the main reasons you swore off dating for the longest time. You'd never wanted to have to introduce anyone to your family so long as you could have helped it.
"Are you ashamed of me? Is that why we haven't been introduced?" He questioned, staring at you as you sniffled a little, you never wanted him to feel that way because of something you were doing. It had nothing to do with him and all to do with your family,
"No...Chan, it's not that," You sighed shaking your head.
"I just need some more time to figure out how to handle this." You explained, taking in deep breaths but Chan was through with waiting if it meant hiding behind closed doors and sneaking out of the house like he was a teenager.
"Time won't solve anything if we don't face it! We're supposed to be a team...Yn..." You stared at him as you felt the doubt hanging over you like a dark cloud.
You'd been taught never to depend on anyone else no matter what but Chan had been breaking that thought ever since the two of you had met. He'd been breaking every lesson your family had hammered into you over the years and you loved him for it.
"Let me in, Yn...Let me be there for you,"
"I need...time." Your voice cracked as Chan growled a little, standing up and staring at you.
"How much time do you need? Huh? This affecting our relationship and I can't just keep waiting around for you to be ready." Your eyes landed on his as you shook your head. It sounded like he was getting ready to break up with you and the whole point of hiding him from your family was to avoid that,
"Chan, please." You pleaded desperately with him, reaching out for his hands but he stepped further away from you, shaking his head.
"I love you, Chan, and I want to be with you just give me...a little time to figure things out with them." You begged, watching as Chan's eyes softened a little.
"I want to be with you too Yn but we can't keep avoiding it. It isn't fair on either of us." You sighed a little rubbing the bridge of your nose and nodding, you knew he was right but it didn't make you feel any better about all of this,
"We're not teenagers, I don't want to sneak around anymore." He finished and you looked up at him.
"My family are...They have certain beliefs." You told him plainly, sitting down on the edge of his sofa and trying to figure out the best way to approach all of this. It wasn't religion-based but your family believed that certain things had to be a certain way for families to be able to work and grow. It was safe to say you didn't share a lot of their beliefs since you'd done everything you could to get away from them ever since you were at a legal age to do so.
"They have a whole thing about dating, I'm not supposed to date anybody without them giving their approval," You scoffed a little and shook your head as you finally let it off your chest, a weight felt as though it was coming straight off you as well
"You know, it took me almost six years to convince them to let me move out."
"Let you?" Chan asked softly as he sat down on the chair, staring at you as he waited for you to elaborate on it some more,
"I wasn't allowed to work either, they stopped me working. Claiming I needed to be a homemaker for your future partner."
"But you weren't married to anyone..." Chan hoped you weren't since the two of you had been dating for so long and you laughed dryly and shook your head,
"No, but they had plans for me and I broke them down so I wouldn't have to fit in the mould that they had for me."
"Yn.." He whispered, sympathy leaking from his words as he moved to kneel on the spot in front of you, your eyes finding his as you finally let the damn break and you told him everything.
"Every Saturday is reserved for them. I have to go around there, and we talk about work and life at home it was the condition they had for letting me move out...That and no dating," You laughed dryly and Chan moved to sit beside you, holding your hand tightly.
"I hadn't told them about us yet because I didn't want them to rush me back to their place...To shield me away and I certainly don't want them to judge you." You looked at him with tears running down your cheeks.
"I'm scared I'll lose you." Chan grabbed your hand in his and squeezed them softly. There was no way on this earth that he was ever going to let you go without a great fight,
"You're not going to lose me...Ever and you're certainly not going to face it alone, Yn. I'm here for you, no matter what." He told you and you smiled weakly, you wanted to believe him but if your family were set on something they weren't just going to back down from it.
"I appreciate it, Chan, but they're difficult." You told him as he gently wiped the tears from your cheeks and shook his head, he didn't care how difficult they were he was never going to let you go through any of it alone.
"Then we can stay hidden as long as you need but sooner or later you'll have to face them...I plan on making you my future spouse and spending forever with you." Your cheeks began to heat as you looked at him,
"We're in this together, I love you." He whispered before kissing your forehead, your chest tightening a little as you nodded.,
"I love you too and I'll tell them...eventually. I just-"
"We'll tell them together whenever you're ready." He said, cutting you off and kissing your cheek softly. You thought about it and laughed a little, they were going to hate you introducing a man you'd already been dating for months.
"They won't like it."
"Then they'll have to get over it. If they try and take you from me they'll have a big fight on their hands." He winked at you before you cuddled into his chest, relaxing for the first time since that morning and letting out a small and happy sigh.
"Let's go upstairs and finish our lazy day." He told you before you kissed him softly and made your way toward the staircase.
"I'll be up, I'm going to order your favourite." He chuckled as he watched you happily jogging up the stairs to his bedroom.
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Medwhump May 2024
Day 1 - Under Anaesthesia / Dislocation
TW: minor whumpee (16), organ theft, blood, strong language, verbally abusive whumper, physically abusive whumper, toxic familial relationship, tobacco
@medwhumpmay
Erick liked to think he was accustomed to pain. Living with someone who lashes out over the smallest things or locks you in the kitchen pantry for fun tends to do that to you. But hey, it could've been worse. He knew damn well what his short-fused caretaker saved him from, so he kept his head down, did what he was told, and tried not to complain. Though, sometimes, that still wasn't enough.
Fetch was a large man. Tall, well-built, with a decent exercise regime of carrying kidnapping victims or pushing Erick around to do the heavy-lifting for him. He was a doctor, once upon a time, still considered himself one. Not having a license to practice due to one misplaced liver was just a minor technicality if you asked him. And it certainly didn't stop him from misplacing even more organs...for the right price.
It also made him feel less guilty (read: not at all) about the way he treated Erick. He was more than willing to admit that he could go a little far sometimes, but the kid had nothing to complain about. He always patched him up afterwards. In fact, he should be grateful that Fetch not only could patch him up, but always did so. No matter how he got injured. It usually was his own fault, after all. If he didn't want to get hurt, he shouldn't have mouthed off.
Today was no different. Fetch had picked up a relatively simple job. All he needed was a kidney, and all he needed to get that kidney, was for Erick to get some more ice from the motel's ice machine. But he had the fucking nerve to complain about it.
"Even more?" he asked.
Fetch rolled his eyes, getting up from the bathroom floor and wiping his hands on a towel, leaving the white fabric stained red. Erick already knew he had messed up, quickly getting up from the bed and heading for the door with the empty bucket.
"I'm going, I'm going!" he said.
Fetch wasn't having it, following him outside and catching him at the top of the staircase, grabbing a hold of his shirt as he yanked him back and forced him to face him.
"You have one job!" Fetch hissed, "and that is to follow orders! You don't know how much ice I need, so who the fuck do you think you are to question me?"
"I-I'm sorry, sir—"
"Shut up, and get me the fucking ice!" Fetch hissed, before pushing him away as he let go.
Erick tried to catch himself, but the floor behind him abruptly stopped and he tumbled down the stairs. It could be worse, he'd probably feel it in the morning, he thought, until he tried to catch himself on the pavement at the end of the stairs. First it was the scrape on his palm that bothered him, that first burning sting of freshly broken skin. Then he tried to pick himself up, and he felt the most immense pain in his shoulder, spreading throughout his arm. He bit his lip to stop himself from crying out, letting out the most pathetic whimper instead.
Fetch cursed as he realised what he'd done. Great, now he probably had to get his own ice. With a sigh, he first pulled a pack of marlboro red from his pocket, pulling out a cigarette and clenching it between his lips as he searched his other pocket for his lighter.
Erick choked out a sob as he watched Fetch's face light up from the small flame that ignited his cigarette, trying to at least sit up while Fetch slowly made his way down the stairs. But the pain made it hard to move. He tried holding his shoulder, but that just made it worse. He tried supporting his arm, but that also made it worse. Everything he tried just fucking hurt.
"Don't tell me you broke something, I don't got fuckin' time for that," Fetch said, having reached the bottom of the stairs.
"I-I don't know," Erick said, trying not to cry. Fetch ignored him, though. Picking up the bucket he dropped and going to get his ice first.
Erick tried to sit up again in the meantime, alternating between holding his breath to stop himself from crying out and gasping for air, the occasional sob escaping along with some breaths. He finally managed, scooting backwards slowly to rest his back against the stair railing, while his injured arm dragged uselessly over the floor.
"Figured it out yet?"
Erick looked up. Fetch had returned with the ice, taking a drag from his cigarette as he towered over the teen.
"I-I can't move my arm," Erick said.
"Great," Fetch grumbled, crouching down and putting a hand over the teen's mouth. Erick was a bit confused as to why he started with that, until he also grabbed his injured arm and moved across his chest. Erick yelped, the sound muffled behind Fetch's hand.
"Hold it like that," Fetch ordered, "keep it across your chest like that, with your other hand under your elbow— That's it."
He carefully lowered his hand, making sure the teen would stay quiet, before grabbing the back of his shirt and pulling him to his feet, nudging him to get back upstairs while he picked up his bucket of ice and followed closely behind.
Erick stumbled back towards the motel room, waiting for Fetch to unlock the door and let him in. Then he sat down on the edge of one of the beds, holding his arm while Fetch finished up with his victim.
When he finally finished, he stepped out of the bathroom, wiping his hands on the towel again, before placing a coolbox on the dresser next to the TV. He glared down at Erick, not an ounce of pity on his face even though the teen was trembling from the pain at this point.
"Learned your lesson, kid?"
"Y-yes, sir," Erick just said.
Fetch seemed satisfied, putting the towel down and pulling a chair closer, pulling Erick's sleeve up to see how his arm was dislocated. A bruise was beginning to form around the joint, but other than that it didn't look too bad from what he could tell without an X-ray.
"Okay," he said, unbuckling his belt, "I'm gonna put it back into place, and it's going to hurt like a bitch, so bite down on this."
He pulled his belt off, and folded it a couple of times, holding it up so Erick could bite down on the leather, before bracing himself as Fetch grabbed his arm again.
We've all seen at least one scene in an emergency room, or even in the middle of anywhere, where dislocated shoulders are pushed back with a quick but very painful move, right? Well...Erick wasn't so lucky.
Fetch didn't pull hard enough on his first try, so all he really gained was to inflict more pain on Erick, who bit down as hard as he could on the belt, but he couldn't help but to cry out in pain a bit.
"Shut up!" Fetch just hissed, before trying again.
Erick really tried to stay quiet, but the pain was so bad it dizzied him. He even tried to just pull away and bury his face in the sheet to at least muffle his cries. It felt like Fetch was trying to rip his arm clean off, when suddenly he stopped.
"Breathe," he said, to which Erick realised he hadn't been breathing. He lifted up his head, gasping for air a bit, coughing as he accidentally breathed in some saliva. Fetch helped him sit up, giving him a second to calm down, before making him support his own arm again while he looked at his shoulder.
"It's back in," he said, "it'll be sore for a while. Keep supporting it. I'll get you a sling after I finish this job, okay?"
"O-okay," Erick said, "I-I'm sorry..."
"You're fine," Fetch said, "c'mon, let's get out of here before he wakes up. And before his kidneys expire, or I'll give them yours."
Erick nodded, taking another second to breathe before getting to his feet. While wondering how to carry his own backpack, Fetch already picked it up for him along with his other things, before holding the door open for him.
"Come on, we don't have all fucking day," he hissed impatiently, to which Erick quickly followed him out, briefly glancing back into the motel room over his shoulder, catching a glimpse of the blood left on the bathtub through the open bathroom door.
So,,,if you haven't read Villian's View on DA, meet Fetch and Erick. I wanna try using them for all the prompts, but might change my mind later ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
The rules didn't say a valid MD was required for this event, so I decided to grab my whumpiest doctor :3
Also immediately had to switch out with an alt prompt because frankly, I just have no clue about aneasthesia. Never been under it and dislocating something just drew my attention way mooore
ok rant over, thanks for reading!
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I like the start of the episode but is she gonna go all meredith grey pov thing all the episodes now? it's not bad bad tho just asking
And I knew the possibilities were low but a little hope was still there, instead they really went there and called the baby Nicky uuughh, that baby is adorable, so so cute but a big nope for the name, I feel like they went with their idea and didn't ask Kelli and Peter I fear, she wouldn't have gone there I believe, fuck DG, also who the hell call their kid their ex name?! both of them! Carisi ex was Nicole, Amanda had a fwb situationship with Nick and yeah call him ex is definitely not it lol, but still?? weird af. Carisi has also a cousin called Nikki??! something different maybe?? especially if it stands for Dominick for me, like again? a third? it's so old 'patriarchal' school I don't like it, it's 2024. For me there's no way Amanda and Sonny would have gone for that. This is why I wanted a girl, I feared they were gonna go there and look, they did. Give him is own name. Anywayyyyy baby name rant over, sorry not sorry I needed to get it off my chest. I'm cool now lol.... -ish. Anyway that baby is the cutest tho, he's so them, good choice in casting! let's see how the eyes evolve tho 😂 did they look blue? i don't remember, with both parents with blue eyes he gotta have blue eyes, 1% of mayyybe green but brown? it gotta be very very very rare.
Also tho, why did they cut half the baptism scene and there was NO SIGHT of the girls???! like why the hell do you call them to be there in both scenes, film them and then you cut them out?? also rude? 3 seconds of their back running doesn't count. but oh Noah had to go on a tangent about the baby, at least this time he didn't interrupt the scene. I wanted the girls to talk about their brother, a 'dad' line maybe, a family of 5 little scene at the party. We got more bts than product filmed ffs. At least we got a damn good Rollisi scene😍😍 I missed them soooo much it's been a year without them. To bad they had spoiled all the scene already. I miss them already. One good thing is, if they're going with Rollins-Carisi I love it?! I always prefer when they include both names especially in het relationships, and not making it all about the man, I like 'Rollins', Amanda made her name a good one she fought to be better and defy the legacy of her father name, I would hate to lose it.
Thankfully! Amanda Rollins and the Rollivia scene saved the episode, I absolutely adored LOVED their scene, Amanda first concern: How is Liv 😭😭 and Liv opens up only with her😭, this kind of talk was like their usual talks in her office, when Amanda would knock, come in, ask how she was and the talk would unravel. I missed this. And here as soon as she started talking about the case Amanda went into detective mode, -investigating thinking face activated-! adfghjkljhgfdsfghjk the OUR PERP, Liv face 😂, her 'when are you coming back' face lol. Also 'Don't make me miss you more than I already do' I'm dead! we all thought that!! This is so so telling tho bitch come back soon, Liv misses you, that team definitely misses you and your brain. Too many men, it's not acceptable! and I don't want random rotating female detectives just to fill the spot (they could have kept Churlish tho??), women are not interchangeable thank you, we need Amanda back! the scene says it all, again. Also also also, holy shit Amanda/Kelli she was soooo hot in that scene, like wow. Blouse, pants, hair everything perfect! this was filmed during the 'lil boo thang dance video' right?!😂😂
Also I love the idea that Liv didn't even bat an eye when she goes all 'Carisi told you about the dolls right?' like it's a given that Amanda knows everything about the cases anyway lol. Does Amanda grill her husband when he comes home in the evening?! 😂😂 "Tell me everything about the case, I'm listening (I'm bored I need a challenge)" so if this is what happens there's no way Carisi doesn't know she's bored and miss SVU, come on, like Liv, he knows her the best, he's just waiting for her to come clean I believe, and I get it, maybe she doesn't want to burst the bubble, also with baby number 3 challenge added, and probably the writers want us to see the moment it happens and with this strike it prolonged everything, I will accept the fact that they haven't talk already as long as they really show it tho, because it needs to happens, she wants back! and she's so needed!
watching next week promo tho, Amanda can skip this one, she had already enough danger drama thanks lol
the last but not the least, McGrath gotta go, ASAP, persona non grata, give me back Garland, hell even Dodds was way better. If a character like that doesn't evolve and doesn't learn and doesn't gets better after 3 seasons... he gotta go. Actually he's getting worse.
#amanda rollins#sonny carisi#rollisi#olivia benson#rollivia#law and order svu#svu#svu25#svu spoilers
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((I suppose as the Boss, he’s gotta go first. It’s only right. Fufu. Moreso, reading this will give a lil bit of context for the next one. SO! This is your first ‘Haru Haru Valentine Choco Delivery’ event with me, but not the first drabble gift. Just as with the previous drabble gift, feel free to do with this as you please. Treat it as a canon event between our muses, or otherwise. Post it or hoard it. You can reply to it or not. Your choice. All the same, hope you enjoy!))
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“Tsuuunaa-san!” Haru calls for him like she always has. “Hello! Haru is here a bit early to deliver some Valentine’s day gifts. She’d be a bit busy on the actual day, so please excuse that these are a bit early.” She arrives at the Sawada household while carrying a big bag.
She’s not surprised that most of the people she was looking for could be found at the Sawada household, after all, they usually hung out when they had their free time.
This was a yearly thing, so it shouldn’t have caught anyone off guard that she had prepared something for everyone. Lambo and I-pin had rushed over to her first, quite excited to get their treats. I-pin was polite as ever and Lambo was practically scrambling to look for which gift was his so he could dig into it a second sooner.
Expecting such a thing, Haru had held the bag overhead, telling Lambo to settle down or she’ll have him wait for the actual day to arrive. He settles down shortly afterwards, but not without complaining with a pout.
She hands out a small green bag to him full of checkered butter cookies that she baked. She dipped them in chocolate as well for extra chocolate goodness. The checkered cookies take quite a bit of effort and time to make, but they were tasty.
Ensuring that everyone was getting their bags as intended, she hands an orange bag to Tsuna. “Thank you as always for making sure everyone is safe, Tsuna-san. Happy Valentine’s day.” She didn’t need to say that these were ‘tomo-choco’ considering everyone here knew that she was dating Gokudera.
Did that mean that she’d stop making chocolates for everyone else on Valentine’s day? Perish the thought! It was a day for her to celebrate all of her friends and family! It was a great way to give thanks to everyone for being in her life.
She watched as the children were already enjoying their cookies, and it brought a smile to her face. Haru always got a sense of accomplishment and a full-heart feeling when seeing others enjoy something she made.
Each of the bags also came with a small crochet doll she made. Aside from I-pin, everyone got something that looked like their box-animal. The little girl’s crochet doll was a small bunny. The charms were small and could be used as a keychain—not that she thought any of the guys would do so.
Probably only I-pin and the other girls. The girls were going to be getting their gifts later and she’d of course crochet something for him as well.
“It’s nice to see everyone so happy. The mafia is scary and dangerous, but everyone can be so full of smiles and feel safe because you work so hard to keep it that way.” She leaves him with those words full of appreciation for his diligence.
She settles next to Gokudera, “yours I’ll give you on the actual day. Though, so you don’t feel so left out…” she places a small crochet feline into his hand. “Here is yours.”
Valentine's asks 2024- accepting!
Something Tsuna had gotten accustomed to was the chaos of his everyday life now. He'd rejected the mafia life for the sake of a normal life as your typical loser and honestly it was better for him. As long as he could protect his friends he'd be happy.
He smiled seeing Haru was doing well, of course leave it to her to take care of all of them at once, including I-pin and Lambo. The kids were often rambunctious and it was easy to see they were even more excited to see Haru had brought treats.
Quietly observing, he took note of how she calmed Lambo so easily by just telling him to settle down or he didn't get the candy, Tsuna would have to remember that, he wasn't often that good with kids as it was usually his mother dealing with them.
Tsuna smiled, accepting the little mini cat charm, "ah, it looks like Natsu. Arigatou, Haru-chan."
It didn't take hyper intuition to understand why Haru had to stop by early. It was evident seeing her next to his best friend, she and Gokudera already had a date planned. He wished them both the best silently, Valentine's day was a day for love and you can still love someone like they were family to you.
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My bad habits lead to you pt. 4
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Sequel to We lie awake in love and fear
From a prompt by @lilacmermaid25:
5 times Ted returns from Kansas for a wedding, one time he returns 'just because'.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Thanks for reading so far! I struggled a bit with this one - I think I'm all wedding'd out! We're getting to the end now... Time for Ted to sort his shit out!
Chapter 4
Leslie and Julie - October 2024
“Julie and I are going to renew our vows.”
“That’s wonderful, Leslie! What made you decide that?”
"It's been 35 years this year. We were so much younger, we had no money, Julie was pregnant… I want to do something special for her."
"That's lovely, do let me know if you need any help with anything." Rebecca said warmly.
"I think we might go somewhere, I would say a beach in Cornwall but… well, it'll be October." He shrugged.
"Why not overseas? There are still warmer places this time of year."
"We've got the kids to think of, and the people here we'd want with us."
"Leslie, if it's about money then I'd like to help. I really would, it's the least I can do. I owe you so much."
"Nonsense, Rebecca. We've both come far in the last 4 years."
"We have indeed. And I'm grateful we stuck together. Let's make sure Julie has the most wonderful renewal ceremony."
Two months later, Leslie had planned a ceremony for Julie fit for a queen. He had settled on an old lighthouse directly overlooking the sea, but thankfully undercover from the wild waters and unpredictable weather. Their children were given central roles - their eldest performing the ceremony, their youngest walking Julie down the aisle. Rebecca found herself sitting near the front in between Ted and Keeley. With Henry back at school, Ted had brought Marie with him to meet his found family. Despite sitting next to his still relatively new girlfriend, for the third wedding in a row, Ted made sure Rebecca had tissues when she cried and held her hand. To make the guilt gnawing at Rebecca even worse, the woman simply smiled and whispered,
“I love that you two are such good friends!”
Rebecca tried her hardest to be nice to Marie, she sat at their table during the reception, agreed with her observations of Ted and smiled her way through the evening. Eventually, finally, Marie was encouraged to dance by Trent and Will, leaving her alone with Ted. They watched Leslie and Julie on the dancefloor, enraptured by one another.
"35 years. To think, Rupert and I didn't last much longer than a decade."
"Hmmm. Nor did me and Michelle."
"Can you imagine loving anyone for 35 years?"
"Pretty sure I can, yeah."
"Really?"
"Sure. I think anything is possible with the right person."
"Sounds like you've got someone in mind already."
"Maybe I do." Ted shrugged.
"I hope she knows how lucky she is." He looked over his glass at Rebecca who wasn't looking at him, her attention was taken up by the dancefloor where Trent was dancing with Marie. Ted didn’t respond.
“You were right, you know.” He said at last.
“I usually am Ted, which bit this time?”
“Feeling guilty. I’ve never… I’m not the kinda guy to…” he sighed heavily. “I don’t cheat. But apparently I do now, and that’s not me.”
“I know. You’re the best man I know, Ted. And look out there,” she gestured to the people around the room - her team and family, “I know some of the very best men in the world. Those boys, Roy, Leslie, Trent, Roy… Beard and Nate? They are my family. The loves of my life. They are flawed and sensitive and caring and witty and I’ll love each and every one of them for the rest of my life. To me, they are among the very best men in the world. But you… you’re the best of the best. You’re the one who helped most of them become the best versions of themselves. I know you feel like the worst person in the world. I did too - I still do, especially now I’ve met Marie. You need to let go of your past decisions and move on with Marie. She’s your future, Ted.” She looked at him with a heartbreaking smile, “I need to let you go.” As she finished speaking, Trent spun Marie back to the table and the younger woman took a seat next to Ted.
“May I?” Trent extended a hand to Rebecca.
“You may indeed, Trent.” He pulled her into the dancefloor just as a much slower song came on. She gratefully stepped into Trent’s arms and hid her face into his shoulder. It took a moment for him to realise she was crying.
“Shhh. I know, I know. I’m right here.” He murmured, swaying them gently in time to the music, one hand on her back. He looked over her shoulder at Ted who looked troubled, he nodded and smiled, reassuring Ted that everything was ok. As the song drew to a close, Rebecca took a steadying breath and looked sheepishly at Trent,
“I’m so sorry Trent, I’ve no idea where that came from.”
“Don’t be sorry darling, I’m right here if you need me.” She rubbed his arm and headed for the bathroom to freshen up before anyone could see that she’d been crying. There was no fooling some people though, and Keeley was hot on her heels.
“Alright babes?” She hopped up onto the vanity and watched with concern as Rebecca touched up her make up and wiped away stray mascara.
“I’m fine, love. Seeing Marie here… it’s harder than I expected. I want him to be so happy. I want him to be so loved and cared for and just… the happiest he’s ever been. She’s so lovely, and if she makes him happy then that’s enough for me.”
“It doesn’t make you happy though?”
“I have you lot out there, the best support system I could wish for. Trent’s a great hugger by the way, I’ve literally just cried all over his fantastic shirt. I’ll be absolutely fine. Maybe not tonight, maybe not this month or year, but I’ll be fine.”
“But you love him, babe?”
“I know, and I always will. But Keeley, he’s not mine to love. Not like that, anyway. I have to let him go so that he can focus on Marie and let himself be happy.”
“I just… I don’t understand why you have to sacrifice everything.” Keeley said sadly, “You deserve to be happy too, you deserve a love that lasts bloody 35 years and more!”
“I’m doing it for him. This is what he needs. He wants and needs to be with Henry, that means a life in Kansas without me in it.” She held Keeley’s hand and looked her best friend in the eye, “I promise you, I’ll be fine.” Further into the ladies, a toilet flushed and a second later, Keeley’s eyes widened as Marie approached the sink and washed her hands. Rebecca smiled calmly, there was no point in wondering if Marie had heard their conversation, it was written all over her face.
“I had no idea.” She whispered, looking at Rebecca in the mirror. Rebecca waved a hand,
“Of course, it’s just some lingering feelings since he left, that’s all.”
“Does he know that you love him?” Rebecca nodded. “Does he know how much?” Rebecca shrugged,
“It’s irrelevant, Marie. You are his future and I know you’ll make him happy.”
“But-”
“Hush now, this is a wedding, no need to get all melancholy. I’ve made it clear to Ted that I’m going to move on. If you don’t mind Marie, I’m going to go back out there and be with my family.” Though she smiled warmly, the pain in her eyes was impossible to disguise, and to ignore. She led Keeley by the hand from the bathroom and straight to the bar. “Can I have like a double gin and a single together? Like a triple? With tonic please. What do you want?” She turned to Keeley,
“Same please. Triple gin for the win.”
“I fucking need it after that. Oh my god. We didn’t say anything inappropriate did we?”
“How should I know! I was busy wondering how you still manage to look so fit after you’ve been crying like that!”
“Shit. We didn’t mention sex? I don’t think we did. So that’s fine, she doesn’t know that bit - she doesn’t need to know. I think we’re safe, right?”
“Babe, I hate to break it to you,” Keeley took the gin off the bar and handed it to Rebecca, “but you just admitted to that woman that you’re in like super love with her boyfriend and that you’ve ‘let him go’. And you look like… well, you. Like that.” She gestured up and down.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You’re fucking hot, Rebecca. She probably feels a bit…”
“Like she’s won the lottery? Because she should, Ted is like the lottery.”
“Insecure. That he could have chosen you.”
“He didn’t choose. I took the decision out of his hands, I removed myself from the equation completely. Anyway, we need to avoid her for the rest of the night now, I can’t put my foot in it again.”
“Easy babe, it means joining the kids table though.” Keeley joked, pointing across the room at the clutch of tables housing the team and their partners. Ted looked a little disappointed as Rebecca and Keeley swept past his table and went to join the players. He couldn’t help but raise a smile as they all cheered her arrival and pulled out a chair for her. She didn’t leave their side all evening, she joined in with shots, accompanied Jamie and Will in their now traditional Macarena and video called Isaac’s girlfriend who’d been unable to make it. She collapsed into her seat next to Keeley and gratefully accepted a new drink from Simi.
“Is your back hot?” Keeley questioned.
“What an odd question. No, why?”
“Because someone has been staring at you alllll fucking night. I hope poor Marie hasn’t noticed.” Rebecca turned in her seat to look across the room at Ted, meeting his eye. He suddenly found his drink very interesting.
“I’m not sure about this plan to make Ted jealous-” Roy started, taking the seat next to Rebecca.
“She’s not trying to make him jealous.”
“Oh. Well what the fuck is going on then?”
“She’s given him up.”
“Oh. Fuuuck. I see. You do know that works in the same way as ‘trying to make him jealous’?”
“How does it? It’s the opposite of what I’m doing, He no longer needs to think about me.”
“But you made that decision… not him. So now all he’s thinking about is you. And how he can’t have you because you’ll say no anyway.”
“This is absurd. I don’t belong to anyone. I told Ted he should focus on Marie, and now it seems he’s not doing that at all.” The three sat staring over at the other table, a cloudy haze of alcohol getting in the way of them noticing that they were not being remotely discreet. Roy’s phone buzzed on the table.
‘Why are you all staring?’
“Shit, look alive, we’ve been rumbled.” They all turned their backs, Keeley’s giggles setting off Rebecca.
“Oh look! More new drinks!”
“Thanks Colin!” Rebecca and Keeley clinked their glasses. Triple gins were apparently a very good choice.
“Hold on, hold on!” He stopped them before they could take a drink, “Michael and I wanted to let you all know we’ve set a date… New Year's Day!” The team cheered. “I would say save the date, but we’ve got a match the day before so I know you’ll all be there.” The party descended into semi-chaos as the team pulled Colin and Michael onto the dancefloor, bouncing and dancing to the suddenly very lively music.
“Another wedding!” Keeley said gleefully. “We’ve been so spoiled with weddings recently! I wonder who’ll be next.”
“Probably Ted.” Rebecca snorted.
“I doubt it.”
“Where did Marie go?” Roy frowned, looking over at their table again.
“No idea. Oh shit, Rebecca, Ted’s coming over.”
“So? We’re allowed to speak.”
“Yeah but you are extremely, very wasted.”
“So are you.”
“I haven’t been banging him at every wedding babe. Oh no!”
“What?” Rebecca asked as Ted reached their table.
“I just realised your shagging streak will be over. You could have done 4 weddings!” Ted blushed at Keeley’s comment.
“Keeley! Will you keep your voice down!” Rebecca said, attempting a stern tone but dissolving into giggles again.
“Sorry, sorry. No more shagging, I know. Where’s Marie?” Keeley was suddenly on high alert, looking around to check she hadn’t been overheard.
“She’s gone back to the hotel. I’m ermm… I’m getting a different room.”
“Oh shit, what happened?” She leaned forward with her elbows on her knees. Roy cleared his throat. “Nope, not my place, thanks babe.” Roy’s hint changing her mind, she instead got up and pulled him alongside to dance with her, leaving Ted to take Roy’s seat.
“I hope I didn’t upset her? She heard Keeley and I in the bathroom. We didn’t say anything to suggest that we’ve… you know, since you’ve been with her.”
“No, no, I know. She told me about overhearing you. I’m the one who accidentally told her that we’d slept together.” Rebecca nearly tipped her glass over into her lap,
“What?!”
“Not recently, I suggested that it was just the one time, before I left last year. She seems to think that makes a big difference in the context of what she heard you saying.” Rebecca scoffed.
“That’s ridiculous. I like to think that our connection is far more than sexual.”
“That’s what I said.” She nodded in agreement, “Apparently that was not the right thing to say. That makes it worse.”
“Oh. Because sex is…”
“Just physical. Can mean nothing, to some people. Now she’s mad because she knows that not only is our connection more meaningful than just sexual but also that the sex wasn’t meaningless.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah.”
“I’m sorry, Ted. What do you think will happen?”
“I think we’ll talk about it tomorrow. See where we go from here.” Rebecca sighed. “Everything you said earlier about me finding someone to love for 35 years? And the things Marie overheard, about sacrificing your own happiness for mine?” He paused, searching her face, “What if-”
“Hmm… no. Don’t say it, Ted.”
“I need to.”
“No you don’t, you need to speak to Marie. You need to make a decision on your own terms.” She brought a hand up to brush his hair from his forehead. “Goodnight, Ted.” She slipped away from his reach and snuck out of the room without saying goodnight to anyone else.
She climbed into her lovely hotel bed a short time later and pulled out her phone, messages from Keeley and Trent wishing her a goodnight, a missed call from Ted. She hesitated before calling him back.
“Ted, it’s late.”
“I know. I shouldn’t have called, I wasn’t thinking.”
“Did you manage to get another room or has Marie let you in?”
“I got another room. Think I’ll give her the night, we can talk tomorrow.”
“Ok. At least they had a spare. You’d have been on Beard’s floor, and this is their first night away from Teddy. I wouldn’t want to be in that room tonight.”
“Hmm you got that right. I’m sure I’d have found somewhere to sleep. I heard you got the best room again.”
“It’s a lovely room. Huge bed.” He laughed.
“That an invitation?”
“You know I can’t say yes.”
“I know. Oh how I wish you would.” They fell quiet for a moment, she could hear his deep breaths in her ear. “Keeley was right, the tradition has been broken.”
“I’m sure I’ll find a way to survive, Ted.”
“Good for you, you’ll have to give me some tips on how ‘cos it’s all I can think about right now.”
“Ted,” she warned “you just can’t help yourself can you?”
“What can I say, seeing you do the Macarena really got me going.” She laughed,
“Silly man.”
“I know for a fact you’re silly as well. Keeley told me so, and I’ve seen it for myself. Heck, I saw you dancing the Macarena with Jamie Tartt and I saw it with my own two eyes."
"Don't remind me. Jan was trying to get me to do the dirty dancing lift."
"Hmm another Dutch fella trying to get into those very expensive pants of yours."
"Jan is perfectly harmless and you know it. Roy would kill any of them if they laid a finger on me."
"It ain't just my fingers I want on you. Or in you."
"Ted!"
"Right, right, sorry. Too much whiskey, not enough of you."
"You're impossible. How come you didn't flirt like this before?"
"I didn't know it was an option before. It's like sleeping with you unlocked new levels of you. Or me. Maybe both. Hey, you wanna come show me how to do the Macarena?"
"I don't think you've got the hips for it, Ted."
"Now you know I don't believe that. I know you love my hip action."
"Do I really?" She giggled.
"Yeah, when I do that thing and the angle means I get to-"
"Stop. You need to stop." She said quietly.
"Why?" His voice suddenly became a little quieter, a little lower.
"You know why."
"What are you wearing?' He asked. She didn’t reply immediately. "Bec?"
"The same thing I was wearing when you came to my house that night right before you left."
"Hmm. I remember. Pretty sure I dream about that at least 5 nights a week."
"Only 5?"
"Yeah, then one night is dreaming of fucking you in your office again, and the other night is in your kitchen."
"Why the kitchen?"
"Cos you'd look beautiful bent over that table for me." Rebecca whined a little. "I'm sorry." He added.
"What for?"
"Bringing Marie. I shouldn't have-"
"If you think her physically being here is the reason you're not fucking me right now then you haven't listened to a word I've said all night."
"I've been listening. I'm always listening to you. I know the way you sigh when I kiss you, I know the little hitch in your breath when I put my tongue on your clit. I know how when you say my name as you come it sends me right over the edge with you. Don't tell me I'm not listening, Rebecca." She groaned into the handset, her hand ghosting over her pajama shorts. "What're your doin' honey? I'm listening."
"Wishing you were here. I miss you."
"I miss you, jesus Rebecca, you wreck me."
"I need your hands on me."
"Close your eyes, you'll feel them. I love how soft your skin is, how strong your legs are. I wish I could touch you, make you fall apart over and over again." Rebecca pushed her hand into her shorts and ran a finger through her wet folds, her breath shuddered as she teased her clit. She was already so close from the sound of his voice. She heard him moving over the phone, heard his breath stutter. "Fuck, baby are you touching yourself?"
"Yes," she replied with a quiet moan. "I need you, Ted."
"What do you need? Tell me what you need."
"I need you to kiss me, I want you to mark my skin, I- god, Ted, "
"Go on sweetheart, you've got it."
"I need you to fuck me till I can't think straight. I want your hands on me, your mouth, your cock, Ted, I-" Her voice faded into unintelligible moans and expletives, his name the only distinguishable word repeated over as she came harder than she ever had before alone. She just about heard his low groan and the whisper of her name as he came. They lay in silence for a few minutes, both breathing heavily, "Jesus christ, Ted."
"Guess the tradition isn't broken after all." He laughed.
"Don't, I think you've made it worse." She giggled.
"Oh really? Cos I'm sure I could come over and-"
"Nope. No, Ted. This phone call was already a bad idea. We need to stop tormenting each other like this, it's not healthy."
"Do you ever get bored of being right?"
"Never. You're going to have to decide what you want, Ted."
"I thought you'd decided for me?"
"I want you to be happy. If that's with Marie then that's fine. Unfortunately your decision isn't as simple as me or Marie. What it really boils down to is London or Kansas. Or to make it even worse - me or Henry, and that's what you need to base your decision on. You need that boy, and he needs you."
"You know at Keeley and Roy's wedding he told me I was happier in London than I am in Kansas?"
"I mean, you were probably only happier because you'd railed me in my office that day, but I'm sure he's got a point."
"I don't want to choose, Rebecca. I can't."
"That's why I'm not asking you to, my love. It's no contest, there's nothing for you to do, Henry gets my vote every single time."
"What about you?"
"What about me? I'll be fine."
"I'm not sure I will be."
"You have Henry."
"I'm gonna sound like the worst father in the world here-"
"You're definitely not that."
"What if he's not enough? He's gonna grow up, go to college and I'll have put my life on hold for him - which I know is my role as his parent, but can't I be happy too? Wouldn't I be a better father if I'm a happy one?"
"Ted… there are some things you need to reconcile with yourself, how you parent and the kind of father you are is one of them. All I can do is assure you that you are one of the best fathers I've ever known."
".... Jeez Becca, there you go again."
"Always right?"
"Always. I should let you go, I don't think tomorrow is going to be a great day."
"Call me if you need anything. And if you do want to make it work with Marie then you need to be all in. You can't keep half arsing it anymore."
"Man, I still love those weird little phrases you guys use. I promise whatever happens I won't half arse it."
"Good. Now off you pop, I need my beauty sleep."
"Bullshit. Off you pop, goodnight Rebecca."
November soon rolled around, Rebecca hadn't heard from Ted. She knew via Roy and Beard that he'd tried to make things work with Marie but how successful that had been, she hadn't dare ask. It was the last Thursday in November, the cold was set in and Christmas was round the corner. She was working late at home on Christmas party plans when the email came though.
From: [email protected]
Subject: Dad
Hi Rebecca,
I hope you don't mind that I'm emailing you. Mom said I could, it's Thanksgiving day here, I wanted to thank you for sending the gift box of candy and chocolate, it's way nicer than the stuff I get here! Thanks for upgrading my kit too, dad said he was going to get another shirt when he came over for Colin's wedding but you beat him to it. He was surprised, he said he hasn't called you for a few weeks I think it's because he didn't want to tell you about Marie. He said you're always right. She was sad at football for a little while but she seems OK now anyway and I still get to hang out with Sophie so it's cool.
Can I write to you again? I'd like to if that's OK.
I'm gonna go to grandma's now for Thanksgiving dinner, it's gonna be so boring but we're gonna take the Star Wars TIE Fighter lego set you sent me.
Come on you Greyhounds!
Love, Hen xoxo
(Hey Rebecca, hope this is OK, his account is all looked after by me and he really wanted to drop you a note. Thanks, Chelle xo)
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#ted lasso#tedbecca#tedlassoedit#ted and rebecca#rebecca welton#rebecca x ted#ted lasso s3#ted lasso fic#ted lasso fanfiction
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July 26, 2023 1:51 PM
A million thoughts just jolted through my brain and I feel the need to order them NOW.
Wanting to know where Rhyann and I stand.
There are some hard truths about Rhyann that I already know but sometimes seem to forget. If he didn't like me, he wouldn't talk to me. He is not the type of guy to entertain himself with me just because. He also is not into being at all misleading. So if I see any effort on his part to talk to me, check on me, visit me then that is him telling me where he stands. He isn't as forward verbally as I am. But he definitely is an actions type of guy. That means KAILEY... when he says he wants to come to Phoenix, it means he wants to spend time with you. When he calls, it means he wants to talk to you. When he checks in on you to ask how you're feeling, he actually cares about how I'm feeling. When he says he loves you, he means it.
Acknowledging that I sometimes want things when I want them and don't leave room for other people to move on the timeline they've set for themselves.
Once I get a thought in my head, it's hard to shake. I'm definitely a think it then immediately will it type of person. I often get frustrated when I don't will something fast enough. I run more on impulse in just about every area of my life. It works out most times, especially when I'm staying prayerful. If God isn't at the forefront of it then ain't no telling what I'm willing. With that being said, I need to be very careful about wanting things when I want it when it involves another person's entire life. My wants don't just automatically trump someone else's.
Respecting Rhyann's desire to be in a certain area of his life prior to being married
This falls in a lot with the last comment. Rhyann's wants and desires for himself before he chooses to get married are very valid. Just like my want to finish school before I got married were also very valid. He wants to be in a certain financial place in order to feel comfortable starting a family and I have to respect that. I also have to take into consideration that asking him to go against that desire might cause problems later on that could've been avoided. Asking him to go against that desire might also cause a lot of unnecessary anxiety for him.
Honoring the fact that I have a timeline of how I'd like things to go as well
In everything, I have to remember to always honor myself. I can respect Rhyann's desires without also forfeiting my own completely. If there comes a point in my life where I absolutely want to be married and start a family and Rhyann is not on board because he still not where he wants to be in his eyes, then we have to be okay with the fact that maybe we aren't each other's mate.
Keeping in mind that neither one of our timelines could line up with what God has for us so we definitely need to be consistently checking in with Him.
This is really the main one. It should have gone first. Neither one of our timelines might not be exactly right. I'm thinking I want to have kids by a certain age and God might have a different age in mind. Rhyann might have a certain salary value before marriage and God may see a value that it's totally different. I'd like to think that it's lower (that's my bias) but shoooot what if it's higher!?!?
Standing firm on the fact that I should not be dating anyway until January of 2024 and that is final no matter what I choose or choose not to do with Rhyann.
None of this exactly matters at this very point in time today. As I've said plenty of times before, I was given clear instructions to not date until Jan 2024 (and even then its pending instructions). So there really isn't a need to have a conversation with him now about it but nothing can really change or come of it other then my selfish want to know and have things when and how I want them.
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