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Distraction - Matt Casey | 18+
requested: yes
word count: 2,204
warnings: smut [unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), dirty talk, lowkey think some of it counts as a breeding kink? I don't actually know???]
a/n: ... jesus christ
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[“You’re the worst type of distraction, you know?” ]
Matt was probably the most supportive boyfriend you had ever had. He’s had your back since your first day at 51. He wasn’t a lieutenant yet but he still had enough pull at the house that he was able to get some asshole off your back in the first hour.
And since then he’s been at your side. You were a paramedic, so it wasn’t like the crush that had grown between you two was against the rules. And you didn’t even get together for… a while. For lack of a better word. But once you guys were, it was the strongest bond anyone had seen.
Nothing but loyalty, trust and support. Especially now. You’d had enough of being a paramedic. Not knowing what happened to patients after you brought them in. Not being able to use the copious amount of medical knowledge you had in the field. All of it was so frustrating.
So you decided to go to actual medical school. Which was going well. No you weren’t the top of your class but you were pretty high in the ranks. Half of the younger students ignored the embarrassment they put on themselves to ask for your help, knowing that as a paramedic you must have known a fair amount of stuff.
Which you did. But that wasn’t without the excessive cramming you did in between shifts. Like right now. Matt had been asleep for a few hours by now, expecting you to join him by the time it hit midnight.
It was 2:30 in the morning now.
And even though you knew you should go to bed, you couldn’t. Not when you still didn’t know what the hell to look for on an MRI. “Baby, why are you still awake?” Matt’s groggy voice was followed by the scuffle of his feet across the floor, making their way down the hallway.
You glanced over at him, a pen tucked behind your ear and hair tied up loosely. It was neat before but strands were slowly falling out of it the more you tilted and turned your head. His voice made you jump slightly, eyes too focused on some highlighted words in your textbook.
“Huh?” He sat on the couch behind you, gesturing to the skewed papers. “Oh, studying. Go back to sleep,” You gave him a soft smile, feeling his arms go around your shoulders, pulling you towards him.
Matt placed a kiss to the top of your head, “Come to bed with me,” He muttered, his hands sliding down your arms to push a different pen from your hand, grabbing it in his. You laughed softly, feeling him kiss from your cheek to your jaw.
Lightly you hummed, giving way to him, “You are the worst type of distraction you know that?” You muttered, twisting your hand to hold his. Matt nodded faintly, leaning more to kiss your shoulder.
“I know, so let me distract you more, in bed, and you can pick this back up tomorrow. When you’re more rested, and relaxed,” He slid his other hand over your shoulder, squeezing softly. It was damn near impossible to say no to him. Actually, completely impossible.
Matt was addicting. His touch, his words. Everything. He always has been. The first kiss you ever had sparked something deep inside you and since then it was like you were insatiable when it came to him.
Being at work was hard enough to control yourself, and his office only went uninterrupted for so long before someone knocked on his door so quickies were nearly off the table. Nearly. But at home, and when he was lazily kissing at your neck like he was now?
How could you even imagine declining his sweet offer?
You shifted onto your knees, turning to face him, pressing your lips to his. Matt’s hands abandoned yours, instead swooping around your waist, gently holding onto you. “That a yes?” He questioned smugly, already knowing the answer. He was well aware of the pull he had over you.
It was balanced perfectly, your presence having the same effect on the lieutenant as he on you. You hummed softly, pushing yourself up and off the floor, not without leaning forward to give him another firm kiss.
Moments like this made you thankful he was the type to only sleep in pajama pants, his chest bare for you to run your hands over. “Mhm,” Now impatient, you grabbed his hand, pulling him up, feeling him bump into your back as he followed you back into your bedroom, textbook and studies at the back of your mind.
You turned back to him the second you heard the door click behind you, hands finding the back of his neck to pull him into a kiss. Any sleepiness that was in his body when he woke up was now gone, completely replaced with you, your lips and your body.
“You can’t just,” You firmly kissed him, “Come out there,” Another kiss. “And distract me.” And another. Slipping words in between them. Matt’s hands on your hips pulling you closer.
He reciprocated each kiss, his tongue fighting to slip into your mouth each time, slowly he pulled away, not caring about the line of spit that connected your mouths. “Seems I can though, doesn’t it?” His cocky words driven by the horniness that was clouding his mind, the ever growing bulge in his pants pushing the sarcastic side out of him.
Usually you were able to wrangle him in, get things done but when he started talking back? That’s when you knew to just let him do his thing. Cause damn was he good at it. “Is that so Lieutenant Casey?” You ticked an eyebrow up, overly softly gazing up at the blonde man.
Matt nodded, your tone catching his breath, “Mhm,” He nudged you back, slowly getting you to the end of the bed. “Cause look where you are,” His lips pressed to the bottom of your neck, “With,” Matt nipped right below your ear, “Me.” His breath sent a chill down your spine.
You closed your eyes, tilting your head to the side, letting the man kiss back down your neck. His hands slid up your sides, under your shirt and pulled it off. Matt turned you, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling you onto his lap.
Slowly your hands went over his shoulders, wrapping your legs around his waist. His arms wrapped around you, leaning up to catch your lips again, pulling you into a deep kiss. It was slow but heated, all of the lust and passion wrapped into each twist of your lips together.
Each brush of your tongue against his made him grow more and more, grinding his hips up into yours. “You can take my clothes off you know,” You muttered into the break he took to catch his breath. Matt’s eyes found yours, loosening the grip on you to lean back onto his palms.
“Or you can do it for me,” He mumbled, eyes dragging across your bare chest and the pajama pants you had put on hours ago. Your cheeks burned as you lifted from his lap, making a show of pushing them off, going to return to your spot when he held his hand out in expectancy.
You tilted your head slightly, Matt raising his eyebrows at the floral underwear you still wore. Oh. With a slight smirk you pulled them off, tossing them to the side, accepting Matt’s grasp as he brought you back towards him.
“That’s my baby girl,” He muttered, his hand going to your hair while his other gripped your hip, rocking up against you. Lightly you moaned, head leaning back as he did it again. His bulge rubbed right against your clit, making you pull your lip between your teeth.
Matt wanted you to beg. You knew that and you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of it. So instead, you leaned forward, kissing along his collarbone. Aka his hot spot that always, always did the job in getting you what you want.
And it did. As you sucked a mark into the spot just above his collarbone he stood, his arms tightly around you before he gently placed you on the bed, standing back up to pull the rest of his clothes off. In seconds he was back over you, his hand on your cheek.
“You want me to get you ready or do you think you can handle it?” Matt asked softly, his other palm pressing over your chest sensibly, just lightly running his thumb over your nipple as he spoke. You couldn’t wait any longer than you already were so, even though you weren’t sure you could, you nodded.
“I can handle it,” You put a hand on the side of his neck, holding onto him as he nodded, slotting himself between your legs.
Even when you’d done this million times, the warmth of Matt’s skin always made you twist and turn, the anticipation of feeling him grew like a hot air balloon in your stomach. “Okay, tell me to stop if it hurts too much.” Even in his lust filled mindset his first thought was always you.
No matter what, Matt did what he could to make sure you were having as good of a time as he was. So his eyes trained on your face as he pushed in, soothingly running his thumb across your cheek as your face screwed up.
Matt wasn’t big by most means but he was big enough to stretch you out, sending a burning sensation through your thighs every time he entered you. The pain never lasted long, usually subsiding within the first few seconds. But that was also after he’d already fingered you.
This was probably the first time he went in without the foreplay and honestly, you might have regretted it a smidge but the second the pain subsided the doubt went out the window and a moan left your lips.
“You alright?” He asked softly, yet to move his hips.
“Mhm,” As soon as you nodded Matt pulled back, slowly rolling his hips back into you. Your eyes were still squeezed shut but as your body loosened, he continued to move. With Matt it was always, well, at least usually, sensual. He liked taking his time.
Liked moving that one way that had your toes curling as you tightened your legs around him. And this was no different. Strategically he thrust into you. His hands grabbed your hips, pulling them as close as he could get as he leaned down to kiss you.
His lips always felt amazing, even more so when he was deep in you and hitting every spot perfectly. It was like his kisses could coax an orgasm out of you the same way his tongue around your clit could.
Something about Matthew Casey was just so perfect that he molded perfectly to you every time, every night. Your hands grasping his face tightly pushed his movements to grow faster, losing himself in the heat of your body, wet skin slapping together roughly as each moan went right to where you two were connected.
“God I love you,” He muttered roughly into your ear before biting at your lobe, his eyes fluttering shut. Matt was trying his hardest not to cum yet, making sure you were first was also something he always did. Very gentlemanly, of course.
Your head went back as he spoke, your eyes darting across his blissed out face. “I love you,” All of your emotions managed to come out when you were together, and this was no different. The serotonin or dopamine or whatever it was that spilled into your brain was always met with Matt’s touch and love.
Matt’s hand slid between your legs, slowly rubbing at your clit the opposite of his thrusts, relishing in the way his name slid off your tongue at the newly added sensation. “I love you so much. My girl,” He spoke, knowing his loving words and tone always made your stomach pull into knots. “Gonna be with me forever, hm? Always with me. Gonna get married,” His fingers sped up slightly as you gazed up at him, eyes locking.
“Gonna have my babies. Have a family. Always going to be mine, huh princess?” His last couple of thrusts sent you overboard, eyes failing to stay on his as they squeezed shut, backing lifting off the bed as you saw stars.
Matt took the opportunity to wrap his other arm around you, fingers slowing until they stopped, allowing himself to focus on working you through your own high and finally releasing inside of you. His chest rose and fell quickly, gently pulling himself out and off of you as your hand trailed up his arm and to his face.
“You better make good on those promises.” You muttered, stroking a thumb across his face. Matt tilted his head slightly, mind clouded by his orgasm, all he could think about was you.
Softly he hummed and you smiled softly, keeping your eyes on him. “Marrying me.” He leaned down, catching your lips in his once more, slowly moving against them.
"I plan to."
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Hold On, I Still Want You Masterlist
Rating: Explicit (Minors DNI 18+)
Summary: Blue eyes flicked down to his lover asleep once more. Her chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm. There was not a doubt in his mind that he knew Sarah. At least where it counted. He knew what kind of person she was. He knew her heart. But he didn’t know the stories of what made her heart the way that he knew it.
Word Count: 28k
Warnings: Sexual Content, Depictions of parental abandonment, depictions of violence, inaccurate medical procedures, and implied/references a canonical character death and in depth survivors’ guilt
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I know u have a billion requests but I'm dying fir a carmy x reader where she goes into labor
i have one here with willow but i'll write a first time one too with teddy!
Carmen knew it was coming soon, which is why he hovered. Why he rarely let you be alone, the thought of him missing it or something happening made him sick. Tina and Sugar both told him it was a long process, there's no way he'd miss it, but he was still anxious. Worried about a lot of things, thoughts that kept him up at night. Would he be a good dad? Would the birth go ok? What if something happens to the baby? What if something happens to you? What if he gets in a wreck on the way home? What if the baby died in her sleep?
Thoughts that had him throwing up all hours of the night. Your morning sickness was traded in for his own, worrying himself to the point he was sure he had an ulcer.
The phone rang, a Tuesday in August. Still sunny and warm, but with the golden glow that hinted fall was coming soon. Carmen was so busy, trying to approve the new seasonal menu, and for a moment his mind had slipped of all those anxieties. Until he heard your voice.
"I think I'm in labor."
"You think?" Carmen barked, harsher than he meant it to, a wave of guilt flooding over him. "What-What-What do you mean think? Are you ok?"
"Well, my water just broke." You frowned, looking at the puddled under your swollen belly. You paused, a hesitation laying thick in the air between the two of you over the line. "I think it's time."
Carmen was a wreck, swerving and punching the gas in and out of Chicago traffic to get the the brownstone, parking up on the sidewalk, HOA be damned.
You were calm, eerily calm to him, as he threw your bags, all your birthing things into the car, carefully helping you in. "Fuck!" Carmen huffed, hitting his horn for the third time in five minutes.
You gripped the side of the door, trying to breathe like your birthing coach taught you. "Carmy, please." You sighed, regulating your own heart rate. "Stop honking at people before we get shot."
"I'm just... Fuck, you know you think these fuckers would see hazard lights on and move, but everyone's so goddam stupid-"
"Carmen," You grabbed his hand lightly, thumb gliding over his inked fingers calmly. "Just relax. I haven't even really started having contractions, ok? We'll have time." How was it you were in labor and you were the one comforting Carmen? He felt like a jagoff, could practically hear Mikey and Richie's chorusing voices calling him that.
"I'm sorry." Carmen muttered, slumping back into the seat. "I'm just... I'm really fuckin' scared." His knee bounced, hand twitching towards the Spirit's in the center console. It was muscle memory, to reach for the cigarettes when he was anxious. He chose the gum instead, trying his best to cut back for when the baby was here. In case she'd have asthma or something else, and he just didn't want to teach her bad habits.
He wanted to be better. Be better.
Sometimes he wondered if his parents ever had ambitions like that. To be better, do better for their kids. If they did, they didn't stick.
"I know you are." You cooed lightly, running a hand through his damp curls, sweat accumulating at his hair line already. "You're gonna be a good dad, you know that?"
"I hope," Carmen smacked the gum with a shake of his head.
"I know." You beamed at him. "You already do so much for her anyways, and she's not even here, Carmy." He didn't say anything, just kept a white knuckled grip on the wheel, his free holding your hand.
"The only thing you'll be bad at is saying no to her, Carm. I already know that. You're too much of a softy." You giggled, poking him lightly in his bicep.
Carmen's lips twitched, the hints of a smile on his lips. You could feel the wave of a contraction, not overwhelming but uncomfortable, squeezing Carmen's hand lightly, shifting in pain. "What? Are you ok? You good?" Carmen's eyes darted from you to the road.
"Just a little contraction. I'm fine." You sighed gently, rubbing your free hand over the spot you could feel Teddy kicking. "They're still pretty spaced out, so we've got a while."
Carmen let out a shuddered breath, lips quipping in a smile. "She's takin' her time, already? We're doomed. She's gonna be just like her Mama. Late for everything."
You gasped, hitting his shoulder lightly. "And here I was being nice to you!" You bit back a smile. "I am not late for everything. I'm on time for the important stuff. Just late for the things I don't want to go to."
"Signing our marriage license?" Carmen lifted a brow. "You didn't want to do that-"
"-No, no, no! You dressed up and I looked like a bum, so I had to get ready!" You countered lightly, jabbing a finger at him.
"I didn't dress up! I wore jeans-"
"-And a nice button down. Not a t-shirt? That's dressing up, Carm, and you know it." You frowned at him. "I had a pair of bike shorts on."
"And you looked hot in them." Carmen grinned, eyes glinting when he looked at you, making you blush, heat rushing to your cheeks and chest. Your own nerves settling, your own what-ifs and fears of giving birth, of being a mother in general.
"Looked better in the dress." Carmen added, lifting your hand to kiss the back of your knuckles. You rolled your eyes lightly, heart fluttering. The white sundress you'd put on, patterned with a floral print but the only white dress you owned, and Carmen had swooned. Flipped it up and fucked you in the back seat after you'd signed it.
"Surprised I didn't get pregnant after that." You grinned, breath hitching at another contraction, dull but stronger this time.
Carmen's eyes cut to yours, thumb running over your knuckles at the pressure. "Can't believe we're having a baby." Carmen muttered, flicking on the turn signal, the hospital in sight.
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Songbird - Ch. 1 - The Handsome Stranger
Summary: The year is 1969. The place is the International Hotel. Valerie Pedretti, an aspiring singer, has a chance encounter with one Elvis Presley in an elevator that will change her life forever.
Notes: To me, 1967-1971 EP is kind of peak Elvis, and so I wanted to write a fic with him smack dab in that time period. In the 1969-1970 period, especially, Elvis was probably the most handsome and alluring man in the galaxy.
Lots of anachronisms and historical inaccuracies in this one, but just roll with it because it's fun! I based Valerie, in a sense, off of a mixture of Kathy Westmoreland, Joyce Bova, and Linda Thompson. Kathy met the real Elvis for the first time in an elevator, and that really inspired this work. Priscilla exists in this universe but she and Elvis get a divorce far earlier than in real life. Theirs, in some ways like real life, is a marriage of convenience and an "arrangement." Lisa Marie does not exist in this universe.
Las Vegas, Nevada, 1969
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Vegas was shimmering mirage of bad decisions just waiting to snare me—a sucker-punch I never saw coming. The lights, the noise, the impossible promise of it all crashed over me in kaleidoscopic waves as my cab cruised down the strip towards the International Hotel. I pressed my forehead against the cool glass, watching slack-jawed as sequined showgirls and vacationers blurred by in streaks of neon and rhinestone.
The cabbie swerved to the curb with a jolt, snapping me out of my daze. "International Hotel," he barked, his voice an ice bath to my face. I shoved a crumbled wad of bills into his hand and stumbled out and into a swarm of hairspray and cigar smoke congregating under the hotel's blazing marquee. Blinking in confusion, I took in the frenzied scene unfolding—beefy security shoving their way through the sea of pompadours, vendors hawking glossy headshots, teddy bears and "I 🖤 ELVIS" pins. The realization hit me like a freight train. This wasn't just any weekend at the International. It was the kickoff of Elvis Presley's residency. Ground zero for absolute Elvis mania.
The irritation set in, simmering beneath my skin. "Shit," I muttered, suddenly feeling foolish for forgetting. Of all the rotten luck. Out of all the times to visit Las Vegas, I had unwittingly chosen the kickoff of Elvis's shows—an event drawing crowds I had no desire to mingle with.
I wove through the throng, lugging my cumbersome suitcases behind me. Inside the lobby was even more chaotic—a swirling kaleidoscope of big-haired fans and cigarette smoke lingering over shag carpet. Elvis was everywhere, his angelic face beaming down from posters, gold records, life-sized cardboard cutouts. A veritable religious shrine. Groaning internally, I caught my bedraggled reflection in a mirrored column. Of course I would show up to the Presley Promised Land looking like something the cat dragged in. Normally I'd at least try to pull myself together for check-in, maybe swipe on some lipstick or fluff my chocolate curls into place. After all, I didn't want to look terrible in front of people dressed to the nines. But after the day I'd had, I couldn't muster the effort.
My flight from Chicago had been delayed six excruciating hours due to "mechanical issues," which apparently was airline-speak for "sit tight while we screw you over." By the time we finally took off, I'd already stress-eaten two sleeves of Oreos and read the in-flight magazine three mind-numbing times. To top it off, I'd spilled coffee all over my only nice blouse right before landing. Clearly, some divine power had it out for me today.
Feeling sweaty and vaguely nauseous, I trudged to the front desk. The angular blonde behind the counter, Brenda, barely glanced up from her well-thumbed issue of Variety as I approached.
"Welcome to the International Hotel. Checking in?" She smacked her gum, eyes never leaving her magazine.
"Yes, uh, reservation should be under Deena Lovelace."
That finally got her attention. Her penciled brows shot up as she inspected me, taking in the coffee stains and rumpled slacks. "Wait, you're Deena? The Deena who told me she booked for the Sinatra audition tomorrow?" The doubt was palpable.
I gritted my teeth into a tight smile. "No, actually. I'm her friend Valerie. Deena got sick at the last minute, some kind of exotic flu, so I'm filling in for her."
Suspicion clouded Brenda's face, but after a long beat she shrugged. "Huh. Well, takes all kinds, I guess." She signaled to a bellhop in a red monkey suit and thrust a key into my hand. "Room 2806, elevators are that way. If you need anything, ask for Hector."
Hector the bellhop scurried over and hoisted up my bags with surprising ease for such a slight guy. I made a weak attempt to protest, but he just grinned and ushered me through the cacophonous lobby to the first hallway. The doors slid open and I thanked him, pressing a few crumpled bills into his white-gloved hand.
“I can take it from here, Hector.”
As I walked along, I looked at my reflection in the mirrored wall and exhaled slowly. My nerves buzzed like an exposed wire as I thought about tomorrow's audition. Landing a spot in the Sinatra chorus line seemed about as likely as shooting the moon at this point. I barely knew the song Deena had been rehearsing for weeks, my go-go boots had a broken heel, and my voice was ragged from practicing the whole weekend.
But damn it, this was the first real shot I'd had in ages to claw my way out of the chambermaid grind and actually make something of myself. To prove Ma right for always saying I had stardust in my veins, even when it landed me more trouble than applause growing up. I had to at least try. For all those thankless nights warbling in dim lounges, waiting for my big break. For Deena, who I knew would kill for this chance.
I'd barely begun my little pep talk when someone brushed by me, sloshing their vodka tonic onto my sleeve and snapping me back to the present moment. I weaved through the crowd towards another inner hallway, clearing my throat.
I turned on my heel and started hoofing it towards my room. The hotel's layout was an absolute dizzying mess of twists and turns in every direction. My thudding, ungainly footsteps were muffled by the shag carpet and the dulled roar of fans congregating throughout the hotel.
As I trudged on, the ambiance shifted gradually. The hum of voices faded away, replaced by an overwhelming silence that signaled I was getting farther away from the bustling core. Exhaustion tugged at my bones while I navigated the maze of hallways. My room was somewhere in this labyrinth, but my bed felt worlds away at this point.
My steps sank into the plush carpet as I drifted into a quieter, dimly-lit corridor that seemed less traveled. Finally, I found myself alone in front of a bank of elevator doors. I stabbed the call button and waited impatiently, my arms aching from the weight of my overstuffed suitcases. God, why did I pack so much useless junk?
"Must be close now," I muttered out loud, my voice barely audible.
With barely a thought, I slipped out of my heels and bent my toes backwards and forwards, allowing my sore feet to relish the heavenly softness underfoot. It was soft, springy, and absolute relief for my aching soles. Automatically, I began humming a familiar, nameless tune under my breath - just a few sweet, absentminded notes I always turned to for comfort when I needed it. The thought of finally washing this endless day off my face and jumping into a crisp hotel bed was the only thing on my mind as the gilded doors opened with a tinny ding.
*
The cab was empty. Relieved to finally have a moment to myself, I dragged my heavy bags inside and slumped against the mirrored wall. As the doors started to slide closed, a large, ring-adorned hand suddenly shot out, halting them.
I straightened up with a jolt, my exhaustion replaced by a flash of irritation. Great, just what I needed, another overzealous Elvis fan trying to cram into my personal space bubble.
But as the interloper stepped into the elevator, my breath caught in my throat. Standing before me, in all his smoldering, technicolor glory, was the man himself. Elvis fucking Presley. The aura he gave off was undeniable, that much was sure. And I recognized his face immediately, the same one splashed all over the posters and knick knacks in the lobby. There he was, outshining the garishly glitzy elevator cab like a supernova eclipsing neon. And next to him, a well-built redheaded man, his hand resting at something shiny on his hip. Bodyguard, most likely. Quickly, I shoved my feet back into my heels, silently cursing myself for having taken them off in the first place.
I blinked hard, convinced I must be hallucinating from sheer fatigue. But no, he was unquestionably real, from the polished black shoes to the perfectly coiffed onyx hair that shone like quicksilver in the light. His lean, powerful frame was draped in an immaculately tailored black suit, a shock of pink peeking out from the silk scarf knotted at his throat. But it was the penetrating, electric blue gaze behind tinted shades that truly unraveled me.
I'd never considered myself much of an Elvis fan. Sure, I could appreciate a catchy tune like "Don't Be Cruel" or "Teddy Bear," but I'd always been immune to the mass hysteria he incited in his besotted admirers. Yet here, in such close proximity to his cosmic charisma and undeniable sex appeal, I finally understood. This man was a force of nature.
The redhead caught my awestruck stare and chuckled knowingly. "I see you've met my friend Jon Burrows here," he said with a wink.
But this was no "Jon Burrows." I knew who it was, plain as day. And his affect on me was immediate. Was I dreaming? My pulse started racing. Should I say something? And just how the hell did this happen? I opened my mouth, then closed it, swallowing hard. Play it cool, Valerie.
Any lingering self-consciousness about my frazzled appearance just evaporated in the sheer force of his presence. Though judging by the unmistakably mischievous curl of his lip, my travel-battered state didn't seem to faze him one bit. His perceptive eyes met mine, always accustomed to the spotlight but now studying me with curiosity. He took in my slumped posture and visible fatigue without a hint of judgment.
"You've had yourself a long day, haven't you, honey?" That voice, richer than a Mississippi smokehouse, sliced right through me.
I could only nod dumbly, a lump forming in my throat. "I—uh, yeah. No. I mean... yes, you could say that," I stammered like an idiot. Get it together!
His smile was pure bewitchment. "Well, you'll be tucked in in no time, I reckon. I hear the beds are mighty comfortable here."
I looked up at the ceiling in silence, tracing the swirling pattern with my mind's eye and trying to give off a vibe of cool indifference. But my stomach was actually rolling.
To my surprise, he kept talking. "Pardon my manners. My name's Elvis, and this is my pal Red. Who might you be?"
My throat locked tighter than a cowboy's bullwhip. "Valer—?"
"Valerie." He drew the name out, savoring each note and curve as if testing its ring. Each single syllable seemed to undergo some mystical transformation, alchemized to pure liquid amber from his lips. "A pretty name for a pretty little songbird." A ringed hand discreetly adjusted the bejeweled cups shielding his gaze, maybe hoping to make out my sides better.
Elvis was still steadily playing the blue suede shoes off me, from his elegant bent stance to the teasing half-smirk barely shadowing those indolently hungover features—the whole routine daring me to go chasing his bait. But I was far too busy trying not to spontaneously combust. I screwed my eyes tightly shut for a half-moment, desperately grasping to regain some sense of composure with an oxygen-deprived brain.
How did he know...?
Dumb question, Sherlock. The very notion conjured images of me, sweat-glazed and punchy-tired, mindlessly vocalizing sweet lullabies straight from my Off-Off-Broadway chambermaid days while I waited for the elevator. Of course he would've overhead that.
I cinched my mouth into what I hoped was a blasé half-smile, refusing to come completely uncorked by his pet name. I replayed the embarrassing moment in my head, wishing I could dissolve into the elevator shaft. Every breath I pulled in seemed to crackle with electricity. First I randomly share an elevator with The Elvis Presley, and now he'd overheard my nervous vocalizing and was complimenting me on it?
"Baby." A rich, salt-cured chuckle melted off his tongue, resining deep in my nerve center. "I got ears like a well-tuned radar dish. You in town for a show?"
I shook my head slowly. "Technically yes, but no. Just an audition," I replied, my heart thundering in my ears. I hoped he couldn't hear it pounding.
"Who for, if you don't mind me asking?" he inquired with that laser gaze.
I sucked in a steadying breath. Might as well take the bait since I'd already been barb-hooked but good. "I'm here for an audition, actually. Tomorrow. For Sinatra. I'm a singer. I mean, not like you, but hopefully one day..." I paused, unsure of how much backstory was worth burdening Elvis with. "Just got a last minute sub-in for a friend who's under the weather."
Something flickered across Elvis' handsome features before the mask of idle curiosity slid back into place. "Is that right?" His gaze raked over me again, slower this time, more deliberate. "And what will you be singing for Ol' Blue Eyes?"
Shit. Why was he asking me so many questions? My palms started to sweat as I racked my brain for a suitable answer. It wasn't like I could admit that I barely knew the material, that I was flying by the seat of my pants on a far-fetched favor for a friend. So I settled for a half-truth instead.
"Oh, you know. Just a little medley of standards. 'To Keep My Love Alive,' 'I Can Cook, Too,' that kind of thing."
Elvis nodded slowly, a shadow of a smirk still playing on his lips. "A classic set list. I'm sure you'll knock 'em dead, honey."
I started to stammer out a thanks, but Elvis was already moving past me towards the door as the elevator finally shuddered to a stop. He paused, throwing a glance back over his shoulder. There was a new intensity in his eyes when they met mine, a dark promise that made my toes curl involuntarily in my heels.
"I'll be rooting for you, songbird. Break a leg."
And with that, he was gone, leaving me weak-kneed and dizzy in a cloud of his smoky-spicy cologne. I sagged against the wall, trying to collect myself. What in the ever-loving hell had just happened? Had I honestly just been shamelessly eye-fucked by Elvis Presley in an elevator?
More importantly, why had I liked it so much?
I shook my head, trying to dislodge the treacherous thoughts as I finally stumbled out into the harshly lit hallway. It was late, I was tired, and I had an audition to rest up for. The last thing I needed was to dwell on smoldering looks from a celebrity Casanova that I had no business panting over in the first place.
But even as I went through the motions of unlocking my room and sinking face-first into the marshmallowy duvet, I couldn't stop my mind from wandering back to the electric encounter in the elevator. The way Elvis had stared at me, equal parts scorching and inscrutable, as if he was trying to crack some tantalizing code. There was no way I could have imagined that. The effortless command he'd exuded, the sheer magnetism rolling off of him in waves. How ridiculously, unexpectedly good he still looked, hips swiveling in slow-motion in my mind's eye...
I punched a pillow in frustration, annoyed with my traitorous libido. This was so far beyond the scope of anything I'd anticipated when I'd agreed to sub in for Deena's audition. But one thing was certain—my time in Vegas was shaping up to be a hell of a lot more interesting than I'd bargained for. And something told me that a chance run-in on a hotel elevator was only the beginning.
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Hold on, anon. Someone will get you a explanation (maybe future me) but for now have mine of random ones because I am tired, so sorry if I miss anything/if these aren’t the best explanations
Teddy!verse: Jason’s a single dad after someone close to him dies, leaving behind her son, Teddy. Jason takes in Teddy who’s a fan of Reader. The boy very much chose his mother. Reader is a voice actress who runs her own podcast company. Her ex is a jerk, that used to work with Reader. Jay and Reader end up together and expand the family. She’s very much a mama bear.
rabies!verse: Werewolf Reader, who helps Bruce, triggers something in Jason and he just suddenly gets “baby rabies”
Thirst Trap Thursdays: Ari just write thirst on Thursday sometimes.
BFF!reader: Bruce’s BFF gets pregnant and the dad isn’t really the best so Bruce steps up. Little Dick is also here. Said BFF eventually gives birth to a little baby girl named Emma.
hotmess!Jason: This verse is dead, so don’t request anything from it. Jason and Roy are stupid and upset Reader. That’s all you need to know honestly.
apprentice!reader: Reader is John Constantine’s daughter and he’s forced to take her in and he trains her. She shows up in place of him one day for some magic issue Bruce is having and Jason’s also there and ends up falling in love with her.
Internet friend!reader: Tim and Reader are online friends and are a popular duo honestly. They fall in love at some point and start dating. Don’t remember if that was before or after they met up irl. I think before?
softdom!Diana: What it says on the tin.
sugarbaby!Jason: Jason is Reader’s sugarbaby. He’s a pianist, she has a thing for artists. He gets nice things and so does she, they’re both less lonely, it’s good for both of them.
cowboy!Jason: Reader runs a farm after her dad passed and looks after her three younger sisters. Jason’s supposed to just be laying low after some trouble with Black Mask and passing through. After Reader gets a lift from him and lets him stay in the barn she ends up capturing his heart and vice versa though which makes things so much harder.
AI!reader: Reader dies and Tim tries to recreate her as an AI to cope because he’s Tim. But the AI and Reader are different in some many ways and he’s not very happy about that either.
teacher!Jason: Reader is a single mother and a college student, Jason’s her professor. Sometimes she brings her daughter, Lena to class. Jason doesn’t mind and she’s thankful for that. Jason’s also kind of into Reader.
werewolf!Jason: Reader and Jason both get taken and experimented on. Both of them get turned into werewolves. Reader used to be a kindergarten teacher in Chicago. Also both of them are now connected to each other for werewolf instinct reasons and keeping each other company during capture.
handyman!Jason: Jason leaves behind Gotham and the vigilante lifestyle. Instead fixing up random things in a specific area, including Reader’s Aunt Maggie. Maggie’s tries to set them up and succeeds quickly honestly.
circus!Reader: Dick’s childhood friend that comes to visit occasionally. They grew up in different circuses. They’re currently on a road trip together.
-signed, that one person who’s read most of Ari’s verses completely and occasionally re-reads some
Blessings on your house.
I hope you find the perfect pair of jeans in your exact size. On clearance.
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You're my family
Daisy Jones x Fem!Reader
✧.* requested by @swiftgreatest — hello honeyy!! i want request a one shot with daisy jones with the prompt "If all I had was you and me... I wouldn't give it up for anything. " i love you and love your writing!!
✧.* summary — Daisy's change after the show in Chicago was hasty, difficult but the main point for her recognition of herself, and also the great opportunity for her to meet the love of her life.
✧.* warnings — none.
✧.* word count — 2.4k
✧.* 🎙️ — Daisy's masterlist
Daisy Jones had always lived life in the fast lane. As the lead singer of the iconic band Daisy Jones and The Six, she had traveled the world, sold out arenas, and lived a life that most people could only dream of. But despite the accomplishments in her career, despite the fans screaming her name, despite her songs being listened to by thousands of people, the emptiness wouldn't leave her chest. She knew that as long as she submitted to being by his side, she would never be happy with herself, as long as she didn't deal with the monsters she always hid she wouldn't be able to be happy.
As she listened to the audience cheering with the end of the song, the adrenaline that rose through her body revealed to her that this would be the last time, her eyes watered as she processed everything that was happening, as she understood the decision she was making.
Later that night she revealed everything to Simone, Jackson comforted her as she grieved over losing a family she had loved so much.The disco singer informed Teddy of the redhead's decision and asked for help to find a place away from the press and prying eyes, both then found a house where she could start over, take some time to herself.
Daisy watched her change getting off the truck in front of the new house, where she would restart everything where she would get to know herself again. The street where she was going to live was calm, well treed and seemed to have kind neighbors. She was excited for something after a long time, and it felt so fucking good to feel alive again.
"Hey neighbor." Daisy hears a female voice behind her and turns to face you. "Want some help with all that over there?"
"Oh hi, don't worry I think I'm done unloading everything." Daisy looked you up and down and felt butterflies in her stomach as her eyes connected with yours. "I'm Daisy."
She approaches you extending her hand, you accept smiling at her and when you look into that green paradise of her eyes a beat of your heart skips. "I'm Y/N."
And since that meeting you became inseparable, you were very important for Daisy's adaptation in the city, always helping her to know new places, where to buy things, helping her to clean up the house and organize her routine in her new place. Gradually you felt more welcome next to her, feeling that your day would not be the same if you did not see her. Daisy was like a streetlight on a dark street, that town had never been the best place for you, but since she arrived your life has been better, she was the color of your days since the first time you connected.
As Daisy settled into her new life in Willow Creek, she found herself feeling more introspective than ever before. She spent hours sitting alone on her front porch, lost in thought as she tried to make sense of her feelings and the world around her.
It was during one of these quiet moments that Daisy realized something that shook her to her core: she was attracted to women. The thought had never crossed her mind before, but as she reflected on her past relationships and her current feelings for you, she knew it was true.
At first, Daisy tried to push the feelings aside, telling herself that it was just a passing phase or a result of the upheaval in her life. But the more she tried to ignore it, the stronger the feelings became. She found herself drawn to you in ways she couldn't explain, feeling a deep connection that went beyond mere friendship.
But the more time she spent with you, the harder it became to ignore the way her heart raced whenever you were near. She found herself longing to be closer to you, to feel your touch and hear your voice.
…
"Knock knock." You say opening the door of Daisy's house.
"Ah, you've arrived!" Daisy says running to you, hugging you. "I was so excited to see you today, I prepared so much to show you."
"Calm down Daisy, breathe." You smile when you see her excitement. "I can't wait to see everything you have to show me."
"So, I started writing some stuff. "Daisy says pulling you to the sofa, you sit next to her admiring every detail of her face."Oh and another thing, I'm not going to cook for us because I'm terrible in the kitchen, so I ordered for us."
You can't contain your laughter, Daisy turns her head trying to understand why you laugh. "It's just that you change the subject so quickly, I think it's cute.You look so pretty when you're excited"
Daisy spreads a bigger smile on her face, trying to hide the blush that was growing on her cheeks. For a moment, they just looked at each other, their gazes locked. You felt a flutter in your chest, and she couldn't look away. It was as if time had slowed down and everything else had faded away, leaving just the two of you in the moment.
Daisy's lips quivered into a small smile, and you felt your cheeks grow warm. You smiled back, but your heart was racing so fast that you couldn't keep your thoughts straight. It was just a brief moment, but it felt like an eternity.
Finally, you looked away, breaking the spell. "So, are you going to show me that song or not?" You asked, your voice soft and gentle.
You spent the day together, talking and laughing about everything you had to share with each other, it was amazing how after so many conversations you still had so much to talk about. Daisy couldn't stop admiring you, it was like she was bewitched by something you did, she loved every detail about you, the way your eyes sparkled talking about what you liked, the way you danced excitedly to the records she had at home, your way of talking, everything was so charming and endearing.
You, on the other hand, were holding back from being honest and telling Daisy everything you felt, she was the most passionate woman you had ever seen in your entire life. Daisy was the meaning of passion, she was passionate about life, about music, she knew how to appreciate every detail of everything around her and that was something so captivating and you couldn't live without her anymore.
The two of you were in her bed, staring at the ceiling as you remained in comfortable silence, you played with the locks of her hair admiring the red strands braiding them in small braids.
"I needed this, you know?" Daisy says breaking the silence, making you look into his eyes. "I thought it was going to be a getaway for a few days, but now I can't imagine my life without all this…"
You smile at her, happy to see that little by little Daisy found her place. "I'm so glad you're finding yourself."
"You helped me a lot with that, you know?" With that information you raise your eyebrows, waiting for her to continue. "I never imagined that you would give me this, that this place would give me you."
"What did I give to you?" You ask, still confused.
Daisy is silent, second-guessing whether she should say something now, whether she could risk everything she already had for something so uncertain. But you made her want to take chances, all of that was very different from what she felt for Billy, it wasn't like a bomb that could explode at any moment, it was like a weathervane and you were the wind that made her move, that gave her energy.
"If it's too personal for you to say, it's not here anymore." You say after the great silence coming from her.
"You brought me back the good passion." The redhead says looking straight into her eyes. "I no longer see passion as something that hurts, because you made me see it differently."
You feel your body freeze at her words, slowly processing what she just said, you frown. "What are you trying to say?"
"I'm in love with you Y/N." Jones says, smiling even wider. "That's the truth, I fell in love with you.
Daisy's words hang in the air, leaving an electric charge between them. You look at her, taking in every inch of her face as if for the first time. There's a warmth in her eyes, a vulnerability in her expression that makes you want to hold her.
"I... I don't know what to say," you stutter, feeling the weight of her confession.
Daisy steps closer to you, her hand reaching out to gently caress your cheek. "You don't have to say anything," she says softly. "Just feel it."
She leans in, her lips meeting yours in a tender kiss. It's not fiery or passionate, but it's filled with a sweet tenderness that speaks volumes. You close your eyes, savoring the moment and the way Daisy's body presses into yours. It's like nothing you've ever felt before.
When the kiss ends, Daisy pulls back, looking at you with a soft smile. "I've wanted to do that for so long," she admits.
You can feel your heart racing, your body humming with a newfound energy. "Me too," you whisper, leaning in for another kiss, this time with a bit more urgency.
As your lips meet again, you know that this is just the beginning of something special. And you were so fucking right.
…
The days after that conversation felt like a dream to Daisy. She couldn't believe that you felt the same way she did, and it was even more surreal that you were willing to give up everything to be with her. But as you stood by her side, hand in hand, it all felt so right.
It wasn't long before you moved in with her, bringing your things to Daisy's cozy little house. The first night you spent together was electric. Daisy was a little nervous, having not been in a serious relationship in a long time, but you put her at ease with your kind words and gentle touches.
As the days went by, the two of them settled into a comfortable routine. They cooked meals together, watched movies snuggled up on the couch, and took long walks through the neighborhood. They talked about everything and nothing, learning more about each other every day.
It wasn't long before Daisy realized that she was happier than she had ever been in her entire life. She felt complete with you by her side, and she couldn't imagine a future without you. The way you looked at her, the way you held her hand, the way you laughed at her jokes - it all made her heart swell with love.
As the flowers bloomed, so did their love. Daisy and you spent hours exploring the city, trying new foods, and discovering new places. You stayed up late talking about everything and anything, learning more about each other every day. You held hands everywhere you went, and every touch felt electrifying. As you sat on the rooftop watching the sunset, Daisy leaned over and kissed you and everytime she did so, it felt like the first time. It was gentle, but full of passion and promise for what was to come.
Their love continued to blossom as the weather warmed up. You spent lazy afternoons in the park, picnicking and reading books together. You took weekend trips to the beach, holding hands as you walked along the shore talking about anything and everything. You were happy just being in each other's company, and your love grew stronger with each passing day. One night, as you lay in bed together, Daisy looked over at you and whispered, "I love you." You found yourself smiling, knowing that you had found your soulmate.
As the leaves began to fall, you both knew that your love was here to stay. So you moved in together, and everything felt even more perfect. You cooked together in the kitchen, danced together in the living room, and fell asleep in each other's arms every night. You talked about your future and what you wanted out of life. One night, as you sat on the couch, Daisy turned to you, her eyes showing you that she wanted to tell you something.
"What's wrong, my flower?" You ask, rubbing her hair.
"I want to have a daughter with you." She says catching you off guard, you can't contain your smile.
"Let's do it." You reply.
As the snow fell, you began the process of adopting a child. You spent months preparing, filling out paperwork, and attending classes. You talked to each other about what kind of parents you wanted to be, and how you wanted to raise your child. Finally, you got the call that they had been waiting for, and you were matched with a beautiful baby girl.
As you held your daughter for the first time, tears streaming down your faces, you knew that your love was stronger than ever, and growing bigger with this step. Daisy looked over at you and whispered, "I couldn't have done this without you."
You smiled and replied, "I love you more than anything in this world."
Dawn breaks as the soft light of morning sneaks into the room, casting shadows across the walls. Daisy stirs in bed and turns to see you sound asleep beside her, your daughter snuggled between them.
She takes a deep breath, feeling a wave of emotion wash over her. She leans in to kiss your forehead, and you stirs, blinking sleepily at her.
"What time is it?" You ask, voice thick with sleep.
"Early," Daisy says softly, gazing at her girlfriend. "I can't believe we're moms."
You smiled, your hand reaching out to gently stroke your daughter's hair. "Me neither. But I wouldn't have it any other way."
Daisy turns to face you, studying your face in the early morning light. "Why did you decide to stay with me?" she asks, her voice a little shaky. "I mean, with everything that's happened... Why did you stick around?"
You frown slightly, concern etched on your face. "Hey baby, don't say things like that," you say, cupping Daisy's cheek. "I love you. You and our daughter are everything to me. If all I had was you and me, I wouldn't give it up for anything. You're my family, Daisy. Always."
Daisy feels a lump form in her throat as she leans in to kiss you again, her heart overflowing with love for the woman of her life and the family you've created together.
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The Greatest
The propulsive opening track, The Greatest, is a celebration of their [fans] relationship (x)
Opening with the pounding drums of “The Greatest,” the song was penned with the intention of being the opener for his next tour. “That was specifically written as a tour opener, not necessarily an album opener at the time,” he says. “Musically, it’s interesting. There’s probably not another song like that on the record. It starts the album with a statement of intent, which I think is important. There’s a certain ambitious level to that.” (x)
Tracks like opener 'The Greatest' and 'Bigger Than Me' are expansive and wide open (x)
Written All Over Your Face
“Written All Over Your Face,” an infectious indie floor-filler that we both agree is reminiscent of the first two Arctic Monkeys albums. “I’m a big fan of that sound, big fan of that energy,” Tomlinson says. “I went into the room with these people I’ve done a few sessions with, and I said, let’s try and take this as punk as I can get away with. I suppose that’s where the Arctic Monkeys reference comes from; there are obviously punk elements within what they do.” At just two and a half minutes long, Tomlinson confesses it wasn’t a song he was trying too hard with. The aim was to create a “punchy energy,” declaring this was another song he could imagine performing live. (x)
slick, funky guitar groove (x)
excited to play it live (x)
'Written All Over Your Face' melodically pulls from indie floor fillers akin to early Arctic Monkeys singles (x)
lyrics
Bigger Than Me
It’s definitely the biggest sounding song I’ve got on the record, definitely the song that stands out as being one that should be a single,” he says. “I wasn’t certain I was going to have one of these songs on this record that has a big chorus. It shows off my vocals, so I’m really proud of what we got out of it.” (x)
"I wanted my first single to feel ambitious and to have a certain scale, hence the big chorus," (x)
Tracks like opener 'The Greatest' and 'Bigger Than Me' are expansive and wide open (x)
Lucky Again
Face The Music
On Face The Music, he philosophises that "good and bad and right and wrong are stories made up when we are young to scare us" (x)
point to a kind of new beginning (x)
took the longest to write, went through about 10-12 different productions because the early versions weren't quite right, but he's very happy with how it ended up (x)
Chicago
deep, about a specific person (x)
emotional recording the vocals (x)
All This Time
dance genre (x)
Out of My System
That incorporation of dance melodies is something that erupts on “Out of My System,” a pulsating, punk-tinged Arctic Monkeys-inspired track that recalls the heyday of early aughts indie rock. The day Tomlinson made the track, he had been listening to “Teddy Picker” or “Dancing Shoes” (he can’t quite remember), but he knew exactly what kind of music he wanted to make. “I went in and said, ‘Let's try to write a song that is as punk as I can get away with,’” he recalls. And he led with that kind of intensity and energy from early Arctic Monkeys albums to craft the song (x)
Louis' favorite song (x)
point to a kind of new beginning (x)
partial lyrics
an angsty electro-punk song they desperately wanted to hate but couldn't (x)
Pop goes punk (x)
Headline
lyrics
Saturdays
Louis' favorite song (x)
emotional recording the vocals (x)
partial lyrics
Silver Tongues
his favorite song, high energy, will be fun to perform (x)
[...] one particular track that Tomlinson is most pleased with is “Silver Tongues,” a joyful and wholesome moment that honors the little intricacies of his relationship. Once completed, he boldly stated it was the first time Tomlinson had written a song that he could imagine being sung by an artist that he is really fond of (x)
"It’s one of the first times that I’ve written a song that I could definitely imagine myself listening to, had I not written it. That track’s very much in line with what I listen to and love musically anyway. Writing that made me feel really confident that I was writing the album I wanted to write. I feel really confident in what’s to come." (x)
dipping his toes back into dance music (x) (is BBC dude lying? he was lying lol)
She Is Beauty We Are World Class
dipping his toes back into dance music (x)
suggest[s] the sort of stadium grandeur we know he’s capable of (x)
Common People
Common People (not a cover of the Pulp classic) is about reconnecting with his roots in Doncaster. "When I get lost, I go back to where I started," he sings (x)
"That song's just trying to capture how amazing the people are there. If you're one of us, we'll hold out our arms and we'll embrace you." (x)
nods to his Britpop roots (x)
Angels Fly
suggest[s] the sort of stadium grandeur we know he’s capable of (x)
Paradise
Holding on to Heartache
That's the Way Love Goes
[...] he approached Faith In The Future’s closer “That’s The Way Love Goes” differently. The song, which was his take on the vulnerable simplicity of the Streets’ “Dry Your Eyes,” was the only track he could end the record on — one about a friend encouraging another friend to get over the fact that he’s not in a relationship anymore. “It's not the fact that you're not sympathizing. You're looking after him from afar, but you're not necessarily a shoulder to cry on,” Tomlinson explains. (x)
After playing around with the tracklisting, Tomlinson claims that he “couldn’t get away from that idea,” adding that “you’ve got two options to end the album: you either end with a slap round the face or a little ballad moment.” Detailing a non-sexual love between two best friends, Tomlinson is confident that this is a song fans are going to adore. “I think it’s an interesting story, an interesting visual going through the song. With the way the album is structured, it kind of fits nicely to finish on that message. (x)
[h]e dials it right back to the conversational intimacy of 'That's The Way Love Goes' on the closer (x)
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italics - I'm paraphrasing or summarizing what was said
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For the fic ask, 2, 4, 9, 11, 12–In a Sentimental Mood!
2. What scene did you first put down?
I’m pretty much invariably a chronological writer. I start at the beginning and write straight through to the end. So the opening scene of Terry and Sam was the first one I wrote.
4. What’s your favorite line of dialogue?
That’s easy - “You look kind of flash for a homicide cop. Did you steal that earring from George Michael?”
9. Were there any alternate versions of this fic?
No, the story idea came into my head pretty fully formed. I was watching Criminal Minds one night and the story just came to me.
11. What do you like best about this fic?
Getting to expand upon the canon material has been really fun. Terry McCain has pretty much no canon backstory, so I get to make it up wholesale. There are elements of Teddy’s childhood that are deliberately vague in the play and have been endlessly debated in the Silverusso server, so I enjoy getting to push my own pet theories 😄 and of course giving Teddy a future post the events of the play and trying to create an adult from the child he was in the source material.
12. What do you like least about this fic?
How tough it is to write 😅 Not to toot my own horn, but I think there are some really interesting themes and ideas in this story that I want to do justice to, while also having the fun fanservice stuff. And how much research it requires. I know so much about the history of the FBI and sex work statistics in Chicago now. What is my life.
#in a sentimental mood#excessive force 1993#cuba and his teddy bear#terry mccain#teddy cuba#silverusso#the silverusso multiverse#my fic#my writing
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Does anyone want a T7S Titanic AU?
Steven Hyde (born 1885) as Jack Dawson: A twenty-six-year-old drifter from Chippewa Falls, Wisconsin, who gambled his way onto the Titanic. He's traveled throughout North America and western Europe, including Paris, Amsterdam, Edinburgh, and London, never settling down in one place. It's just him, his new friend Fez, a few books, and an acoustic guitar. Until he finds Jackie, a young woman who longs to free herself from the shackles of high society.
Jacqueline "Jackie" Burkhart (born 1887) as Rose Dewitt-Bukater: Part of the disgraced Burkhart family, her father Jack is in prison (he was on the wrong side of the law, and his trust was broken up by Teddy Roosevelt himself). And she's close to becoming an old maid, in her mother's eyes, so she must maintain appearances. And engage herself to a restless investment banker, and commit herself to misery. Like many before her.
Pamela "Pam" Burkhart (born 1865) as Ruth Dewitt-Bukater: Pam is desperate. Her husband is in prison, the money is almost gone, and she's trying to salvage what's left and save face. And that includes marrying her "old maid" of a daughter off to an investment banker.
Katherine "Kitty" Forman (nee Sigurdson) (born 1861) as Margaret "Molly" Brown: A former Wisconsinite and daughter of an abolitionist, she follows her restless husband Red to Chicago and then to Leadville, Colorado, where he strikes it rich. She's a mother, a nurse, and heads a soup kitchen. And as a part of the "nouveau riche," she's almost universally shunned by high society. But she's willing to lend a hand, when the rest? They hoard their riches, and sit on their laurels.
Michael Kelso (born 1885) as Tommy: A meager, reckless Scotsman and welder, hoping to find a better life in America with his wife Elizabeth "Brooke" (born 1883) and their children Elizabeth "Betsy" (born 1904) and John "Jay" (born 1910).
Fez (born 1886) as Fabrizio: Hyde's close friend, who he met in New York. He has accompanied him on his adventures in Paris, Amsterdam, Edinburgh, and London.
Karl Schmidt (born 1884) as Cal Hockley: Jackie's fiance. A hot-headed, ambitious investment banker.
Plus:
Eric Forman (born 1886) as Lawrence "Larry" Brown: Shunning the family mining business by being a history professor at the University of Chicago and an amateur photographer and filmmaker, he's well known for consistently disappointing his father. But because of Red's failing health, his father appointed him to be the representative of the American branch of the Forman family at the family reunion in Northern Ireland. Unlike his father, he is notorious for being incredibly unlucky.
Donna Forman (nee Pinciotti) (born 1886): Eric's progressive suffragette wife and a promising freelancer, originally from New York, who fails to fit in with the society ladies. Her paternal grandmother (a Visconti) was born into old money, older than even the society ladies can possibly boast. But her father Bob also lucked out by investing in Henry Ford's business early on, largely due to his daughter's insistence.
Sarah "Sadie" Forman (born 1905): Eric and Donna's young daughter, who is quiet, pensive, and creative. She seems to have both her mother's love for reading and writing, and her father's love for photography and filmography.
William "Liam" Forman (born 1909): Eric and Donna's young son, who is often attached to his sister's hip.
And:
Reginald "Red" Forman (born 1857) as JJ Brown: Not featured but consistently mentioned, Red is a mining engineer that struck it rich (and found a massive ore seam) in Leadville, Colorado, with his wife Kitty already (and still firmly) by his side. His branch of the family, hailing from Northern Ireland, left during the potato famine and initially settled in Point Place, Wisconsin. But his failing health prevented him from attending the Forman family reunion, so he asked Eric to represent the family in lieu of his attendance.
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Giggling - Jay Halstead
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Word count: 309
Warnings: none
a/n: sorry it's short
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“You smell real good, love" They say while nuzzling their nose in your shoulder and you start to laugh because it tickles so much but they won't stop doing that to make you all giggly”
Being with Jay was nice. It was safe. It was cozy. You felt truly loved. And every night you were reminded of how much you loved him. Sure he’d come home late sometimes but you were always there to accept him into bed with open arms.
And days where he wasn’t working, he would find you at some point throughout the day and shower you with his love and affection.
You were laying in bed, tired from the extra work you had put into your job yesterday, just trying to get your back to rest up a smidge.
Jay was on his side, eyes closed from the nap he’d been taking for a bit, and you sighed, deciding to flip onto your side and maybe catch some sleep too.
As soon as you rolled over, Jay looped his arm around you, pulling you to his chest. His breath tickled your neck as he hummed, “You smell really good baby,” He murmured, rubbing his face into your shoulder.
A laugh left your lips as his breath tickled across your skin. “Stop-“ You managed through a giggle, attempting to cover your neck with your shoulder.
He chuckled softly, nuzzling his face further into your neck, peppering kisses along with them,”Mmm, no,” Jay muttered, too distracted by the beauty of your laugh to stop himself.
“Jayy,” You dragged his name out, moving a hand to the side of his face to push him back, rolling over to face him with a wide smile still on your face. “Enough,” You added, firmly but with no actual malice or annoyance behind your words.
Jay popped his bottom lip out, sending you big green puppy eyes with the pout. Lightly you leaned down, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. “That’s for you to promise you won’t tickle me again.”
“I make no promises.”
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Happy Monday everyone! Hope this update finds you well! After this, we only have one more chapter and that isn't coming out till Friday or Saturday! As always thanks for the kudos and comments and I hope you enjoy this chapter!
My song recs for this chapter are Call It What You Want by Taylor Swift and At Least by Jessica Biao
Rating: Explicit (Minors DNI 18+)
Summary: Blue eyes flicked down to his lover asleep once more. Her chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm. There was not a doubt in his mind that he knew Sarah. At least where it counted. He knew what kind of person she was. He knew her heart. But he didn’t know the stories of what made her heart the way that he knew it.
Word Count: 5.6k
Warnings: Sexual Content, Depictions of parental abandonment, depictions of violence, inaccurate medical procedures, and implied/references a canonical character death.
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Hold On, I Still Want You Ch. 4
Sarah was transferred to the ICU after her surgery. Voight’s son was already up there because they couldn’t find any bullet in him. Connor breathed a sigh of relief when she was wheeled into the small room. Even if it was intensive care.
He was texting Lindsay about her transfer when Ava walked into the room. “I’ve been in contact with Detective Lindsay.”
At Connor’s look of confusion, the blonde woman continued, “She’s Sarah's emergency contact. She also has medical power of attorney. She has told me, I can share information with you about Sarah’s case.”
“So how bad was it?” He asked, seeing her face and bracing for the worst. But to his relief, his partner in the field of sorts, held up her hands with the beginnings of a smile on her face.
“She did really well, all things considered. We had to give her three more units of blood and one plasma. She got lucky, with the way the bullets went in, she might’ve been paralyzed or it could’ve hit her esophagus. We pulled out two bullets, but they never perforated her spine or went through her esophagus. It’s almost as if she had a shield in front of her.”
Connor sighed heavily in relief and turned back to look at his lover. Though she was still pale, a little color had returned to her so her skin no longer looked translucent. She wore a neck brace, but that was just so she didn’t move her neck in her sleep if she became restless. Then his trauma surgeon's brain caught something. Last time he saw Sarah she was bagged and being attached to a ventilator. But now…He turned back to Ava, “You extubated her. She’s breathing on her own.”
“I took a chance in recovery. She passed the breathing tests with flying colors, was protecting her airway, and her oxygen levels and CO2 stats were good so I took her breathing tube out.” The blonde explained with a shrug.
“Thank you,” Connor exhaled audibly and said in a sincere tone, “I know you really don’t care for trauma. But you helped her when I couldn’t.”
The blonde smirked at him, “We both know that you would’ve. If I hadn’t been there. Or at least tried.”
Connor looked sheepish as he rubbed the back of his neck. He would’ve, but they both know it would’ve been dangerous for him and Sarah both.
Ava graced him with one of her rare genuine smiles. Her gaze flicked to her friend and patient that lay asleep in the bed. “Besides, I did it as much for her as I did for you. When I first came to Med, you know Reese was the first person to reach out to me?”
“No,”
Her gaze flicked back to Connor as she chuckled, “She told me she knew how it felt to be the new girl. Said it’d just take time for people to warm up. Asked me how I was settling in and when I said I was struggling a little with putting a few furniture pieces together, she texted me the next day asking if I was still having trouble with my furniture and if I wanted help with them before asking for my address. She showed up with Dr. Halstead’s brother, Atwater, and Ruzek in tow. My remaining furniture pieces got put together that day. She was also the one who told me you weren’t that bad and that I should give you a chance.”
“She did?” The double-certified surgeon glanced behind him, half expecting his lover to confirm or deny what the other woman was saying. But to his slight dismay, even though he knew it wasn’t going to happen, his lover remained still, with her eyes closed.
“Yeah, she said you were a good guy. Said you were a little rough around the edges, but you really cared about your patients and tried to do your best to help them. Just that you also had a lot going on at the time because of Robin.”
“She never mentioned that…” Sarah never mentioned a lot, he was learning as the day went on.
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Throughout the day, his lover had a revolving door of visitors, though she never knew it. Everyone from the ED, even Doris. (who Sarah thought didn’t particularly like her) Goodwin came in not long after Ava had left him alone. She stayed for a few minutes before Dr. Choi sent her an urgent page.
And to Connor’s shock, Dr. Latham made an appearance.
“Dr. Latham,” Connor started as he stood up to address his attending doctor, “I know I have that teachable bypass today-”
But his mentor held up a hand, “It has been taken care of. Dr. Bekker informed me of what happened and volunteered to lead the surgery. I'm sorry about Dr. Reese. She has always been kind to me when others have not.”
Latham struggled with emotions and his bedside manner was a little lacking conventionally. The dark-haired surgeon knew that, but he had also worked with his mentor long enough to know that his coldness didn’t mean he didn’t care-that he wasn’t sincere.
“Thank you, Dr. Latham.” He said to his mentor as he sat back down. He grabbed Sarah’s hand once more.
“I hope Dr. Reese has a fast recovery and you take as much time as you need to be with her. Dr. Bekker and I have your patients,”
Connor’s mentor left a few minutes later and when they were alone again, Connor leaned up and pressed a kiss to Sarah’s forehead. He lingered a little, needing to feel her skin against his for a moment. Then he whispered, “Did you hear that, Sarah? I don’t have to leave you for a long while. You’re stuck with me. You just have to open those brown eyes that I’m such a damn sucker for.”
Dr. Charles and his family (his wife, Robin, and her husband, Marcus) came by a little after Dr. Latham left. By way of greeting the older man said, “Sharon told us what happened.”
“Dr. Bekker said she’s responding well. The surgery went as well as expected, but she will be looking at a pretty good recovery time, but she should pull through.” Connor answered the unasked question Dr. Charles was asking.
Sarah’s boss nodded. The double-certified surgeon half expected him to say something in that shrink voice of his.
(“Don’t call it a shrink voice Connor! Shrink has bad connotations to it.” Sarah’s voice echoed in his head.)
But a little to his surprise it was his ex-girlfriend that spoke up. Not that should’ve surprised him, he knew Robin held Sarah in very high regard after Sarah treated her. She always said Sarah didn’t make her feel like she was going crazy. Even when her tumor was making it so, “Good. She’s too much of an excellent doctor to lose.”
Caroline Charles broke away from her husband’s side and shuffled closer to the hospital bed.
“Poor girl,” she said quietly as she reached down and squeezed Sarah’s hand, noticing the bruises and marks on both of her wrists.
“What happened here? Sharon didn’t mention this. Daniel, come and look at her wrists.”
Connor ran a hand through his hair. His blue eyes had pointedly chosen not to look at her wrists if he didn’t have to because every time he did, the already agitated monster in his chest, at Sarah being shot, would roar at the sight of her wrists. And he’d have to resist the urge to storm out and find the guy, and strangle him with his bare hands himself.
“Her wrists and the other victim’s wrists were bound together with barbed wire when they were brought in,” his lover’s hand spasmed in his. Connor knew it was just a reflex, but it was almost as if Sarah knew they were talking about her.
Marcus hissed, “My buddy is a corrections officer. He says that’s what prisoners do when they want the message across that something is personal.”
The hand that wasn’t holding Sarah’s, curled into a tight fist. The monster raged and roared in his chest.
“Voight’s son right? That’s who the other victim is?” Dr. Charles questioned. Connor nodded. The older man sighed heavily as he took off his glasses to clean them.
“I don’t envy the conversation Sharon is on her way to have with Hank right now. Last I heard, Sam Abrams is in the process of legally declaring his son brain dead. Dr. Choi called him for a consult because they found damaged brain tissue.”
“Is he brain dead? They can’t repair the damage done to the brain tissue?” Caroline asked, and her husband shook his head. He explained, “In a way. The bullet that he was hit with went right through his brain tissue and that doesn’t regenerate like skin tissue will. Brain tissue doesn’t come back at all and there is no procedure we have that can repair tissue like that yet. He won’t wake up again. Ever.”
“And it went right through him because Ava pulled two bullets out of Sarah. But scans showed no bullets in him and we know Dr. Choi was thorough.” Connor said, “The running theory is that he saved her life because Ava said with where the bullets were, her injuries should’ve been a lot worse. Torn esophagus, and possibly being paralyzed from the waist but miraculously, they’re not. Almost as if she had a shield in front of her.”
“Or someone acting as one in front of her,” Dr. Charles said grimly.
The Charles family left soon after. Caroline had a check-up for the clinical trial, after her heart valve surgery. Before Robin and her new husband left, she reached out and squeezed Connor’s shoulder. “I know this probably feels like déjà vu to you. But she’ll wake up, Connor. She’ll be okay. You and Dad keep me updated on her okay? And when she’s up for it, I’ll expect to catch up with you and her, alright?”
“When she’s feeling better,” Marcus spoke quietly, “When she’s up for it we can go on a do-over double date. I’d like to thank her for what she’s done for my wife.”
“I hope everything works out for Cece and the clinical trial.” The surgeon glanced up at his ex-girlfriend and her husband before he nodded at them. Then his gaze returned to Sarah. He was alone with his lover once more.
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He had been in the middle of telling Sarah a story from his childhood when there was a soft tapping at the door. Looking up, he raised a hand to acknowledge Justin’s wife, who stood there looking more lost than even he felt.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt. I just…didn’t know where else to go. Hank’s here and I wanted to give him some alone time with Justin. We’ve decided to…pull him off of life sup-port...” She mumbled as soon as she opened the door, her voice breaking at the end. She rubbed at her eyes which looked red and puffy like she had been crying. She probably had been.
“I’m sorry to hear that,” Connor told her sympathetically and she nodded mutely. Then she moved to Sarah’s other side.
“Hank asked her to talk to him. That’s why she was there with him.” Olive broke the silence as she moved to fuss over the curly-haired brunette’s blanket. “Justin has-had a pretty rough past with getting into trouble. Hank worried he was falling into old habits, but he wouldn’t talk about it with his dad. So Hank asked Sarah to talk to him.”
“Was he? Falling back into old habits?” He asked and two fat tears rolled down Olive’s cheeks. It made Connor feel bad having to ask. But he needed to know that Sarah wasn’t shot over a stupid mistake. “No, just the opposite. He was trying to help a friend’s widow get out of that life after her ex-boyfriend roped her back into it. But he didn’t want Hank to get involved because he didn’t want to get her in trouble.”
“What happened to her? The lady he was trying to help?” Connor questioned.
“Dead. They found her late last night. The same way they found Justin and Sarah. In the trunk of her car. But I didn’t know that until Hank told me ten minutes ago. I don’t think Justin knew either. He always said Hank never liked to bring work home.”
Meaning that today never should’ve happened because everything Justin Voight had done was for nothing and Sarah had just been caught in the crossfire of it all. The monster in his chest roared at the thought. To subdue the creature, Connor cradled her open palm in his and pressed her hand to his cheek. To serve as a reminder to him that she was still here; she wasn't going anywhere. They were just waiting for her to wake up.
He pressed a kiss to her palm just as another knock rattled against the window pane softly. Hank Voight stood on the other side of the door.
“Olive, they’re fixing to…” the older man trailed off when he slid the door open, “I thought you might want to be there when-when it happens.”
Olive looked like she might cry again and Connor felt a swell of sympathy run through him. Still, the woman put on a brave face and nodded. She had started to make her out of the room, pausing only when she noticed Hank wasn’t following her.
“Hank?”
“You go on ahead. I’ll be there in a minute.” The police sergeant promised her. When she was gone, back across the ICU, the older man moved more into the room.
“Hey Kid,” Voight’s voice was low and gentle as he addressed Sarah, approaching her bedside. He laid a gentle hand on her forehead, “You know how I’ve always said I’m with you till the world blows up? Well, right now my world is pretty much blown to bits. So do me a favor, if you can, and keep fighting. I can’t imagine losing one kid right now. Let alone two.”
Voight was Sarah’s dad? But before the question could take root in his mind, the man himself addressed Connor.
“Thank you for staying with her.”
“No place I’d rather be,” he told the police sergeant, “Just do me a favor and get this guy.”
“You can count on it,” Voight told him. His tone was lethal sounding. Connor eyed the other man. He didn’t know Hank Voight well, but he knew of the man’s reputation. Working in Chicago Med for the last three and half years had seen to that. Despite this being one of the very few conversations he had ever had with him, he believed Hank Voight when he said something.
“Then I’ll be here till she asks me to leave,” Connor nodded to the woman sleeping in the bed. The older man nodded at him then with one last glance at Sarah and a squeeze to her free hand, he walked out of the room as quietly as he came in.
Erin arrived not too long after that, holding a very worn-looking teddy bear under her arm. She stopped when she saw him sitting there. Her question came with an air of being stunned. “You really have been here the whole time, haven’t you?”
“I told you I would be and I didn’t l want her to wake up alone. She doesn't deserve that,” he said while Sarah mumbled something in her sleep.
“No one does,” the woman agreed, setting the bear down at the foot of the bed and watching as Connor shushed and soothed her pseudo-sister.
He wasn’t who Erin pictured for Sarah. He was too brash and seemed a little too overconfident for her liking. Sarah needed someone who was patient with her. Someone a little soft. But then again, the other woman’s type mostly consisted of jerks that disguised themselves as nice guys first. Like Joey. Ugh. The manipulative, passive-aggressive asshole, who tried to make Sarah bad when she didn’t choose pathology. Besides the way the dark-haired man in front of Erin looked at Sarah…it was like he was in love with her.
But that also prompted a question in Erin’s head.
“How long exactly have you and Sarah been together?” She asked, giving the question in her head a voice.
“Give or take about six months,” he answered, then he spied the worn stuffed animal, “You know the gift shop has a pretty good selection of bears to choose from.”
Six months and Erin hadn’t realized something was up till just two months ago? How? She thought to herself as she told him, “The bear has seen better days, I know. But I’ve known Sarah a long time and she’s had it for as long as I can remember. She’s sentimental about it. I stopped by her apartment to get it before coming here. I thought it might help if she had it. Some kind of luck, I guess.”
“No one has said they’re worried about her not making it through this. In fact, her doctor is very optimistic about her recovery. They even took out her breathing tube after they took the bullets out.” Connor interrupted the detective, even though she hadn’t asked. But the way she had said her last sentence had triggered something in him.
Though Goodwin, Ava, and Abrams had stopped by to perform an unusual brain activity test in Connor’s opinion, because she was protecting her airway, and breathing on her own, and Ava hadn’t voiced any concerns about Sarah’s brain activity before the test.
But it might’ve had to do with the tragedy of Justin Voight and that it was one of their own doctors that had the head of the hospital airing on the side of extra caution. Erin Lindsay nodded at the information before asking, “What have you been doing here for hours?”
The surgeon shrugged, “Talking to her mostly. I’ve made all these kinds of promises to her when she wakes up.”
Erin’s lips twitched upward a little. Maybe there was a soft side to the brooding Connor Rhodes after all.
He gave another shrug, “They say comatose patients can hear everything you say. And even though she’s not in a coma and just heavily sedated, I thought the same principles might apply here.”
He paused, the ghost of a smile appearing on his face as he gestured to Sarah, still fast asleep in the hospital bed. “I'm a sucker for brown eyes. But especially hers. All she has to do is bat them at me and I’m wrapped around her little finger and she knows it.”
“I bet she uses it to her advantage too.” The detective nodded with a snorted watery chuckle. Then she moved to face the girl in the bed; her tone was gentle, almost teasing as she said, “Hey, Sarah. Do you know Teddy is coming down from New York? I told him you were going to be fine. But he said he was still coming to see for himself and you know how much he hates coming to Chicago. Do you feel special yet?”
Then she grabbed Sarah’s hand and squeezed it softly as she explained to Connor, “My little brother. Teddy. I called him and told him what happened. He’s close to Sarah too. He’s coming from New York. But won’t be here till tomorrow.”
There was a lull and then…
“Have you found who did this yet?” Connor asked quietly as Erin looked down at Sarah. The detective looked back up and shook her head sadly, “We have a name and we can link him back to two other crimes and a good chance of linking him back to this one, but now it’s a matter of finding him. I just wanted to check on her before we start running down our leads.”
“Thank you for staying with her.” She said after another beat of silence. He nodded but told her, “You don’t have to thank me, Detective Lindsay. I’m just sitting with her.”
“Dr. Rhodes, you are giving me peace of mind that the woman I’ve considered a sister for…I don’t even know how long, is not alone throughout all this. And with that peace of mind, I can catch this bastard that did this to them because I know that if she wakes up confused and scared, she’s not by herself.”
“Connor,” he said.
“Huh?”
“Call me Connor. Dr. Rhodes feels too formal for the situation. Especially when we have a person in common now.”
“Then call me Erin.”
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Ava came by to check on her one more time before she left for the night. “Rhodes, I’ll have my phone and pager on me all night. If something changes or happens, you call me. I don’t care about the hour of the night.”
When she was leaving, April and Maggie showed up a second time before they also went home for the night. They exchanged a few words and tight smiles between the three women. But when the charge nurse saw him, she sighed and folded her arms. “Okay. You’ve been here all day. According to Sandra,”
She gestured to the ICU charge nurse, “The only time she or any of the other nurses have seen you leave is to use the restroom. You are going to go get you something to eat and shower. April and I will stay with her while you’re gone.”
“Maggie, I’m-”
“When was the last time you ate Connor? Got something to drink? Or got some fresh air? It’ll take an hour at best. You’ll be back before you know it and like I said, April and I will be here with her in case she wakes up.”
It didn��t help that his stomach chose that moment to grumble, announcing that it was running on empty. He sighed and glanced at his lover. Leaning down to kiss her forehead, he whispered: “I’ll be right back baby. I promise.”
With a heavy sigh, Connor stood and looked at the two nurses. He conceded, “An hour.”
The two nurses nodded back with smiles that were equally encouraging as they were sympathetic.
“We’ll be here,” April reassured him smoothly as she sidestepped him to take the seat he had been occupying.
“Hey Sarah, how are you holding up?” He heard her ask his lover. When the charge nurse saw him trying to linger, she shooed him once more.
“Go, Connor. We got her.” He sighed and turned, forcing his legs to carry him away from Sarah’s room and to the cafeteria first.
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Thirty minutes later, Connor was back with his hair damp, in a change of clothes, and his messenger bag slung over his shoulder. Maggie raised an eyebrow when she looked up and saw him.
“I ate. You can ask Mary in the cafeteria, she served me. And I took a shower, those were your two main requirements. You never actually said how long it had to take…Speaking of, how long has he been here and trying to stare a hole through her?”
Neither nurse asked who the double-certified was referring to. But April hesitated with her answer before she shrugged, “A few minutes after you left. Word around the hospital is that he’s pissed.”
“Pissed? What the hell does he have to be pissed about?”
“Nothing from everyone else’s perspective. But from his…how much has Sarah told you about her relationship with Joey?”
“Not much.” Nothing at all in fact. All Connor knew was that he hit Sarah up a few times a month looking for a booty call that she never answered because she was with Connor. But the lab tech was persistent. Until she finally blocked him after a particular lewd message. And that he looked at her as if she was a piece of meat.
“Joey tends to have a type. Med students in rotation at this hospital. The rules dictate that residents and above doctors in departments can’t date med students in rotation. However, the basement never gets any med students for rotation so he found a loophole in that rule because of that. He just moves from one med student to the next. I didn’t know about it till Reese started dating him. Everyone thought maybe she was the one to break his running streak because they continued dating after her rotation.” April explained and Connor folded his arms.
Because what April was describing…Sure Connor himself had dated a few of his co-workers, and was dating one now technically. He wasn’t faulting anyone for that. But his three serious-ish relationships compared to the ratio of the revolving door to who knows how many medical students? It was disgusting on Joey’s part. But Connor wasn’t seeing how this came back to Sarah.
“And he’s pissed because?”
“Because he thought she was still upset over their breakup and liked that because he thought she was still going to be there when he broke up with whatever med student he was seeing.” Which explained him hitting her up a few times a month. Connor thought with a clenched jaw but didn’t say it aloud because April was still talking.
“When in reality she had moved on…and from an objective point of view, she didn’t move on, she upgraded guys. A double-certified surgeon who looks like you and is more than likely someone who treats a woman right is a huge step up from a manipulative, passive-aggressive lab technician, who had a tantrum when his ex-girlfriend didn’t go into the field he thought she should. That’s what Sarah told me broke the camel’s back in their relationship. The tantrum.”
Connor felt himself stiffen. Now he was starting to understand about Sarah’s hesitancy to trust him, if this was what her last relationship was like.
“Will you do me a favor when you leave?” Connor asked in a mask of calm, but in reality, he was anything but.
“Sure,”
“Tell him to leave me and Sarah alone, because if he doesn’t, I’ve been itching to hit something all day, and I wouldn’t mind breaking his jaw or nose right about now. Also, loophole be damned, if he so much as looks at another med student inappropriately, I’ll go file the complaint with Goodwin myself.”
The two nurses looked at each other before they looked back at him and nodded. “We’ll take care of it.”
Then Maggie looked back at Sarah, “We’ve got to get going, Sarah. Early shift tomorrow, You know how it is, but we’ll be back to check on you sometime tomorrow okay?”
April made a noise in agreement and squeezed Sarah’s hand before she stood up. They both patted Connor’s shoulder as they passed by him to get out of the room. He turned and watched them leave and saw both nurses stop by where Joey was sitting.
The lab tech looked at the two women before he turned back and glared at him as April and Maggie walked away. But the surgeon folded his arms and remained steady. Daring him to try something even though he had promised Sarah, after Joey’s last text, that he wouldn’t get involved and let her handle him. Sarah also wasn’t awake right now to stop him and the surgeon also wasn’t one to make idle or empty threats. If he said something, Connor usually meant it.
Thankfully, Joey just sneered at him one last time before he got up from where he was sitting and walked off. He wouldn’t have to break a promise to Sarah. Sighing, Connor returned to the seat he had been occupying before.
“Hi baby, I’m back.” He said reaching to grab her hand again. A yawn fell from his lips as he pressed his lips to her skin. He had only worked half his shift and it wasn’t even that late, but it had felt as if he had worked three shifts back to back.
He didn’t remember falling asleep but one moment he had been talking to Sarah and he could see the moon through the window; the next someone was shaking him awake with the sun shining in his eyes. Jerking up, Connor looked around and saw Maggie was back with a blonde-haired man in tow behind her. He wore make-up and had manicured hands with a pair of jeans and a hoodie; he was also white as a sheet and his eyes were wide as he gazed at Sarah.
“Sorry, Connor. I didn’t want to wake you up.” The nurse apologized, making her way back to the doorway where the other man stood. “But this is Teddy Courtney. He says he’s here to visit Sarah.”
At her introduction, the dark-haired man stood up. Still fighting off sleep, he offered Teddy his hand.
“Erin’s brother right? She told me you were coming. I’m Connor Rhodes, Sarah’s…Sarah’s boyfriend.” His hesitance at the label had nothing to do with the relationship itself, but this was the first time he had introduced himself as such and it felt so wrong to do so without her.
Teddy glanced down to look at Connor’s hand, then took it with his fishnet-gloved one. But like his sister yesterday when she left the hospital for the first time, Connor didn’t think the other man was actually seeing him because his eyes hadn’t left Sarah’s sleeping form and the more he looked, the more he seemed lost.
“Thanks for bringing him up Maggie,” he said quietly as Teddy walked deeper into the room, “I’ll take it from here.”
But the charge nurse looked reluctant to leave. It’s moments like this that Connor was reminded how starkly they felt the same need to help people and make them feel better. That’s why Maggie took the arrest when he refused to do that blood draw on that kid. They just handled the need in different ways. Connor focused on the physical body while Maggie handled everything else.
“You sure? I know you’ve been up here all night.”
“Sandra tell you that?” He quipped at her before he glanced at the other man. Then the dark-haired man nodded, “I’m sure. Just page Ava and let her know that we might need her to explain a few things when she has a chance.”
“Copy,”
[LINE BREAK] [LINE BREAK] [LINE BREAK] [LINE BREAK] [LINE BREAK]
“What happened?” Teddy asked, but it felt as if he wasn’t talking to Connor because he continued before the other man could answer. He watched the other man pick up the worn teddy bear and hold it tight to his chest. “Everyone said that Justin had gone straight. He even said he had gone straight since he joined the Marines. But even before that, Sarah, you told me that when you were growing up, Justin kept you and that kind of life very separated. So what the hell happened yesterday?”
Then as if he was remembering Connor was there, he turned and sighed, dropping his head. The other man was just finishing off a text to Lindsay to let her know that Teddy was there.
“Sorry,” he muttered
“No, I’ve been asking myself…her that very same question since yesterday.”
“She’s going to be okay right? Like they aren’t worried about her?”
Connor shook his head, “Her doctor is confident she’ll make a full recovery. So confident that they removed her breathing tube right after surgery because she is breathing on her own. They wouldn’t have done that if they were worried about her.”
Teddy nodded, squeezing the bear even tighter to his chest. He swiped at his watering eyes and shook his head, “I don’t even know why I’m crying. You just said she’s going to be okay.”
“Relief?” Connor mused, trying to make the other man feel better. He took his seat by Sarah’s side once more while he explained, “I’ve seen a lot of my patients' loved ones cry when they find out the patient is going to be okay. It’s more normal than you think. And if it’ll help, I had the nurse that brought you up, page Sarah’s doctor and put her on standby in case you want a more thorough explanation on how she’s going to be okay. But in the meantime, I can answer any questions you have.”
Teddy bobbed his head. Then he took the seat on the other side of Sarah’s head, setting the bear down on her stomach so it could be close to her. “You know, I’m here now.”
Connor raised an eyebrow at his words, so the blond cleared his throat and explained, “Erin told me about you too. She said you had been staying up here so if Sarah woke up, she wasn’t by herself. And I’m not trying to kick you out, but I heard the nurse too. She said you’d been here all night. So if you want to take a break for a while, go get some sleep or something? And you’re a doctor here too right? If you need to get back to work…I’m not going anywhere. She won’t be by herself when she wakes up..”
“I’m okay. I’d still like to stay, if that's okay with you. I’m just… not ready to leave her right now.” The surgeon told him. Sarah was okay now and he knew she was going to be fine. She was going to wake up. She was just sedated because of her pain medication. But still the thought of leaving her? Even with Lindsay’s little brother here, the thought left him feeling a little anxious. Like if he left something bad would happen.
From the look the other man gave him, he understood what Connor was feeling. Teddy exhaled softly, “Okay.”
“Okay,”
Then it was back to the waiting game as they watched her sleeping form, hoping she’d wake up soon.
(It’d be another three hours before then under the sedation of her medication.)
#One Chicago#Chicago Med#Chicago PD#Sarah Reese#Connor Rhodes#Erin Lindsay#Hank Voight#Teddy Courtney#Voight Family Values#My writing
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Hi there! I had to find you on here and let you know I just finished reading ""Blue Chicago Moon" on AO3 and it's honestly one of the best fics I've read in quite some time. I just binged The Bear a few weeks ago and I'm hooked. I have the biggest crush on Richie. I think he's a big ole teddy bear behind all the bravado and snark. Pairing him with Carmy is such a no-brainer. You do such a great job of capturing the angst of these two characters. I cannot wait to read more of your work!
you’re too sweet thank you 😭🤍🤍 and you get me. i’ve been desperately and absurdly head over heels in love with richie since i first watched the show back last august or so and i’d like to think i have a very nuanced perception of his character but honestly i think the way i write him is also partially influenced by my own biases and the fact that i just Want him lol. so happy to know these two manchildren and my work resonated with you <3
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Fic Reading - Jan 2023
I used to write, and thus posted "Writing Updates" each month. I'm now onto like... year fucking THREE of a writers block that is destroying my soul.
But someone suggested to find different ways to enjoy fandom. I have a few friends that track their fic reading so... I'm giving it a shot. I'm also gonna add some fic-recs because I think that's important :) Where possible, I'm gonna TRY to rec fics that I don't see all over the place, getting rec'd left-right-and-centre, or I simply think are spectacular.
Jan 2023
Total words read: 580 961
Fics read: 75
Podfics listened to: 6
Did not finish: 9
Rereads: 12
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Recs for the month:
I'll Be the Shadow, You'll Be the Light by jesskier - 60k, explicit - a 10-part really fun, sexy, at times angsty kink series. It plays heavy on the kinks, which I LOVE, with the aftercare and the complexities of feelings being so strong and just... it feels very real, you know? But also, it's hot as hell. I've reread some of this series 5+ times. Oops??
Eddie Munson and the Dreamboy by pukner - 8k, not rated - Look, I am a slut for anything pukner writes. "took you for a working boy" is one of my favourite fics. But EM and the Dreamboy just.... wrecks me. Features baby!Steve in teddy bear socks that makes both Eddie and I want to eat drywall.
On the Frozen Lake, Jagged and Beautiful - by kayeslin - 74k, explicit - I haven't finished this fic because I am listening to the ABSOLUTELY INCREDIBLE PODFIC. This is a fun fic, and Eddie makes Steve solve DnD style riddles every time he sells him weed. It's just... it's just fucking great, and you should all gobble it up.
international garbage man, i've decided that's what i am - by fenellacapella - 7k, explicit - so for those that know me, I really fucking love kink that... IDK, plays hard? that isn't just the standard "handcuffs and spanking" (I mean, I love those too! but I ReALLY love things that get a bit different too). This fic does that. The shower sex... face slapping... lowkey sexy-drowning-steve-with-a-showerhead... yeah, that's my kink. the Via Chicago series is great, tbh. >:)
Dustin Henderson and the Lovebirds - by pukner - 9.7k, not rated - Look, I'll try not to rant and rave about how amazing pukner is EVERY time I put together a rec list, but like, they never miss. They never. fucking. miss. This fic just gets you in the happiest spots and makes the world a little brighter.
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Fics I'm "keeping my eye on" (ie, they're WIPs but hot DAMN do I fucking love them):
dumb bunny, I'm wild for you by honeyvenom - 13.9k, WIP, explicit - I've written in my notes "Steve is a subby baby, and Eddie offers to platonic Dom him. It has a dark non-con fantasy, and the whole thing is REALLY REALLY GOOD, HOLY SHIT". So uh, that's my rec lol.
A Year in the Life of Chip Harrington - by courfeyrac and sourpastels - 51k, WIP, mature - I haven't read the most recent chapters because brain function? Haven't heard of her. BUT the first two chapters are just GREAT and this fic just feels like a warm hug in your heart. Based on the tags, I don't think it'll emotionally cripple me either, so yay!!
getting lost in the dark is my favorite part - by QueerOnTilMorning - 18k, WIP, explicit - AHHHHHH. Eddie decides to go be rid of his pesky virginity post-S4, and look, there is a scene that makes you wanna DIE (of embarrassment. for Eddie). But it's SO GOOD and has Steve and Eddie uh... learning things about themselves heh.
Trouble Looks Good on You - by indelicate - 25k, WIP, explicit - Steve is Strong and Eddie is a chaotic gremlin who likes to launch himself at Steve. There are ~awakenings~ and honestly, the author is REALLY fucking good at writing their sexual tension, holy shit.
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Goals for Feb 2023 Reading:
Read a (Stranger Things) fic 4+ months old, with fewer than 500 kudos
Read a fic with >80k words
Cross off 25 tasks in the Fanfic Reading Challenge
(2 AU categories, 2 Author categories, 4 Content tasks, 1 Minority task, 5 Fic Type tasks, 3 Numbers tasks, 1 Ships tasks, 1 Titles category, 3 Tropes tasks)
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Got any steddie recs I should read? (I ask, as if my TBR list isn't >250 fics now...). I'm particularly into podfics right now, and will hopefully be putting together a good list of those in the future too!
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Soap x Oc Alison.
A/N: ok so this is a story I wrote for the wonderful Soap on twitter I love their art so much and aaaaahh they are so sweet. Their twitter handle is @.RenegadeSpector Alison is the name of their adorable oc. She has shoulder length brown hair and she's got a little pudge, just makes her a cute lil teddy bear.
7 November 2022 7:05am
It’s just this one here, just pullover there. Thanks for lift. Johnny says as he points at his girlfriend’s house.
Good luck, See ya in a week yea. Price says as he drives off with a wave out the diver window.
Soap walks up to the front door and fiddles with the junk in his pocket till he finds his key and opens the door slowly with a creek.
Soap gets startled as something is thrown towards him but he ducks behind the door quickly to dodge it. It's me Ali!! he says with a surprised concern.
Johnny?! you're home! Alison says with surprise and shock in her voice as she rushes to the door from the kitchen opening the door for him.
Hey babe. he says as he steps through the doorway and puts down his bags. hugging Alison tightly around the waist and kissing her neck. Why are you up it's so early.
I was writing about a certain event that just so happened in Chicago just the other day, you know the one you called me about but had to go because you were all rushing about? I’ve gotten a fair few requests for whatever scoop I might have on it. CIA did a shite job covering that up. Alison says as she pulls away to let her boyfriend in.
You’re telling me. He scoffs as he walks over to the couch not so far away and flops onto his back gesturing for his girlfriend to lay on him.
I missed you, how long are you here for? Not long I assume.. Alison says as she lays on top of Johnny.
I get a week.. Gotta deal with a Russian dip shit. But we can do whatever you want to do for the week, I don’t care what I just want to be with you. He whispers as he holds her tightly and kisses her head.
There's a carnival just in town if you want to go? I know you like their dumb humour. She says as she snuggles in.
There is? I didn't see it, though I came through the boring way. It's faster and I couldn't be away from you for another second. Do you mean today or another day? he asks while playing with her hand with one hand.
Today is the last day so yes, If you aren’t too tired, if you are even a little tired you have to rest. Alison whispers.
I’m not tired, I guess it's a date then. He giggled with an unearthly thicc accent.
A date? I haven’t been on a date in like 2 years! she says teasingly.
2? I’ve been gone longer than that, who you seeing? He says as he teases back.
Oh just the Irish fellow down the road. She jokes as she moves to sit on him now.
You didn’t just say that, did you? he says as he rolls her onto her back and starts kissing and tickling her.
Stop, stop it it's too early for this.. I can’t Johnny staappp. She tries to fight off his tickle attack to no avail.
You are so friggin perfect you know that? he says as he stops tickling Alison so she can breathe.
I’m aware sweetheart, you only tell me everytime we speak. Says Alison in a soft tone as she brushes his mohawk out of his face. Your hair is getting too long.
I thought you liked appropriate hair? he says with a grin.
You are the only man in the whole world that can pull off this hair and still be as sexy as the day I met you.
I’m hungry, got anything good or we gotta go on an early morning date too? Soap says with a sheepish grin as he gets up to stretch his back
I’ve got left overs, a spinach and cheese pie. I’ll make you a plate, want tea? she asks knowing his response.
Babe… For the last time, coffee please. He says with a sigh, Bloody britts.
Oh right of course I forgot you are so much of a baby you can't have the healthier option. She smirks in response.
Time skip of about 7 hours - at the carnival.
That's a big ass ferris wheel, aye? soap says with admiration in his voice.
Sure is, bigger than the one last year, but I want to do the stalls first, I hear they set all the guns off by 2 vertical clicks to the right. Alison says.
Where’d you get that info? We have to go play a few rounds! I’m gonna win every single one! Soap says happily as he walks off in the direction of the stalls.
infact Alison was correct about the configurations of the guns and Johnny proceeded to win every stall he played which was about 30, after which they both got some food at the only remotely good food stall and went to line up at the ferris wheel.
Finally, it was such a long wait! Soap says as he hops into the ferris wheel cage and extends a hand to Alison.
That’s what we get for doing this last I guess. Alison answers, taking his hand to get in and sits on the other side of him to face him.
Oh one more thing, he says as he pops his head out of the cage before they close the door and whispers something to the attendant and the attendant nods to him with a smile.
Ok lets see this view! he says with a clap.
What was that? Alison asks.
What whas what? he asks with fake confusion.
Fine don’t tell me I’m in too good a mood for your childish humor to irritate me in the slightest. she says with a pout.
Childish, my humor is not childish. he says with a jokingly hurt pride.
as the ferris wheel goes around it comes to a stop at the top of the wheel.
Oh nice we get a real view for a bit. Says Alison as she leans over to see the beautiful view of the lake.
Yep, a real sweet view. Soap says with a crack. I.. um I have something I want to ask you.
Yea, what is it? Are you ok? What do you need? Alison asks now full of seriousness.
Well first, your shoe is untied. Let me get that he says as he gets on his knee to fix Alison's shoe and as he finishes he pulls out a little box from his coat pocket.
Alison, you are the most amazing, beautiful, spectacular, gorgeous, kindest, smartest, sexist, most wonderful person in the whole world and you are my world and I don’t know what I would do without you in it.
Will you marry me?
Johnny says as he looks up at his girlfriend with nerves that could kill.
Alison sits there in pure shock with her hand over her mouth.
YESS! she says as she grabs him and hugs him tightly.
Johnny leans up into her hug with tears in his eyes.
How long have you had that ring for? Alison asks.
It's my grandmothers, I asked my father if I could give it to you. He was thrilled that I actually got the guts to tell you. as he puts the ring on her finger and sits down again.
Ok you two love birds time to get off, says the attendant with a big grin seeing Alison's ring.
As the two of them step off.
Johnny, I love you so much. Alison says as she pulls him into a passionate kiss.
I love you more.
SOAPS ART! WANNA SEE MORE FOLLOW THEM ON TWITTER @.RenegadeSpector
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Hi! I love your Wayhaven detectives as high school tropes (gOD I'd watch Rider's movie!!) and since I'm a simp for your writing, I was wondering if you could do the tropes with your mb Buttons as well? Ofc only if you want!! (also Miss Daphne (and Gray too ig) I am free this thursday)
Omg thank you anon ❤️ yes of course!! (also Daphne is shooting finger guns at you and saying “no, you’re not free, you’re priceless” and then blushing very hard and running away)
Under the cut because it got long again!
Daphne is sort of an accidental Class Clown crossed with a Shrinking Violet. She doesn’t want the attention that comes with being Class Clown...but if her mind is going to be read anyway, she figures she might as well make it funny. The last thing she would want is for her thoughts to be a bother to anyone around her, especially after the incident with Hope. Her sense of humor and the fact that her brother is Nick Wiseman earn her just enough popularity to not be bullied, which is all she wants anyway.
In a coming-of-age movie (Graphne): For this to work I think the age difference would have to be more like one or two years, rather than six, which maybe throws off the Nick and Daphne dynamic a little bit. But anyway. I think this movie is just about Nick (a senior) and Sally scheming to get Daphne a date to Homecoming, shortly after the incident with Hope. They want her to have a night where she can be carefree and happy. From Daphne's point of view, she's suddenly inundated with interest from people who've never shown her any before (and it would be an "investigation" to find out what’s going on, but she figures it out as soon as she brings it up to Gray, the British exchange student living with the Wisemans, who stammers a denial of knowing anything is going on). She's touched by the effort they've put into letting her have a nice night, so she goes to the dance. But she ends up going with somebody who in some way forces her to relive the Hope trauma, maybe in some offhanded remark or something. So she goes home and watches movies with Gray, Nick and Sally join them after not too long, and she ends up having a good time anyway. (The actual romance would still be pretty light, I think.)
In a coming-of-age movie (Glitchne): A somewhat doomed romance. Glitch and Daphne meet just a few weeks before Glitch and Kent are set to leave for college, when Daphne finds Cass and Annie who had gotten loose. (Daphne is maybe a year below them? Or is taking a gap year? But I think the dynamic is closer if they’re older.) Instant sparks, like in Mind Blind. Daph and Glitch have a whirlwind romance with an expiration date. Daphne has to deal with her abandonment issues. Glitch has to weigh this romantic part of his personality against his pursuit of engineering, quietly considering whether or not to stay in Chicago for Daphne. It ends with Daphne doing a dramatic airport run, obviously, but not to ask him to stay; he’s always the one doing the big romantic gestures, so it’s her turn, to let him know that she’ll be okay. And then maybe they’ll reunite at Aeon in a few years.
Teddy is an Academic Athlete, slight emphasis on the athlete. Her thing is being good at everything (but never as good as her brother 🙃). Shades of Lovable Alpha Bitch, but I don’t really see Teddy being extraordinarily popular (...partially because of the Zero thing, but also because she’s, uh, kind of mean lol). An older and more resentful Kristy Thomas from Babysitter’s Club, I guess? She also gives off Nadine vibes, from The Edge of Seventeen, but mainly because of her relationship with Nick.
In a coming-of-age movie: I see Teddy as captain of the co-ed baseball team or something; when they’re down a player, she has to recruit a replacement, and she asks her hot upperclassman neighbor. For whatever reason (Teddy is conniving), Kenna ends up saying yes. They fall in love. Teddy probably shows some kind of growth by skipping out on a baseball game (the only one her father can make it into town for) to help Kenna look for her dogs when they get out.
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