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willalove75 · 11 months

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New Girl on the Pitch Pt. 4

Pairing: Rebecca Welton x f!reader

Summary: Your friend Keeley brings you in as the team's social media manager, Rebecca is impressed, in more ways than one.

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Warnings: 18+ minors DNI

Tags: flirty, fluff, slow burn, smut

Notes: This one is a long one but the end is smutty as fuckkkk you're welcome 😂😂

After the gala your nerves built up every time you saw Rebecca, neither of you spoke, you barely acknowledged each others existence really. You weren't sure if it was because you over stepped, although when you think back to the moment of the kiss, she did pull you back into her, so you didn't think that was it. Maybe she regretted it, maybe it was just a sad night for the both of you and you both had too much champagne and one thing led to another and it didn't mean anything, but you thought about that moment every day for weeks. It meant a lot to you and you really hoped it meant something to her too.

You met Ted's wife Michelle and their son, Henry. Michelle was sweet, but you could tell things were rocky between the two of them so you did your best to keep your distance and get your work done. Ted benched Jamie, which was a shock to everyone, and not long after that he brought in Danni Rojas. You had a feeling Ted was trying to get under Jamie's skin by bringing on Danni, and it did just that. You weren't sure why that seemed to be Ted's goal, but whatever his plan was, it seemed to be working. You promoted the new player on the teams socials and not long after the comments on the posts were flooded with "Football is life."

You were sure at least half of the were mocking Danni, but it was better than the flat-out hate comments that had filled the comment section of every post. Plus, Danni loved every single comment, he either didn't realize some of them were supposed to be insults, or if he didn't care, either way, he was a lovely ray of sunshine that brightened everyone's mood.

You heard that Danni was injured on the pitch and gossip of some curse spread like wildfire. The whole team was freaked out and was convinced Danni would never recover because he went into the treatment room. You, Ted and Beard were wildly confused, you didn't really seem to believe in the "curse" but the entire team was losing their minds. You and Keeley were talking about the curse as she was scrolling on her phone.

"Oh shit." She says.

"What? What's wrong?"

She shows your her phone and you see the cover story for The Sun, a picture of Rupert, Bex, the beautiful girl Rupert left the gala with, and a picture of Rebecca, donning Rebecca "Old Rebecca."

"Oh no. That can't be good."

"Come on, let's go see if she's okay." Keeley says pulling at her arm.

You pull back from her.

"No, you go, I shouldn't-"

"Yes you have to come! She's gonna need all of the support possible right now. What's with you two anyway? You guys have been weird lately."

Feeling guilty, you give in.

"Okay, fine. And nothing, you think we've been weird?" You say, trying to play it off like nothing's wrong.

"Yes, very fucking weird. Lets go!" She says, pulling you towards Rebecca's office.

Higgins is in Rebecca's office when you two walk in, she smiles and greets Keeley when she sees her, Rebecca's smile drops when she sees you, surprised to see you in her office, but says hi to you with a small smile, trying to keep up appearances.

Higgins leaves and Keeley asked Rebecca if she was okay and Rebecca had no idea what she was talking about. Keeley sits down in one of the chairs in front of her desk and you stay standing next to her. Keeley motions for you to sit, you look over at Rebecca, who looks over at you and back to Keeley. You can't read her face, you're not sure if she's happy you're here, indifferent towards it, or wishes you would leave, but you sit anyway.

"Have you not heard?" Keeley asks.

"Heard what?" Rebecca asks.

"Well, that girl that Rupert left the gala with, her name is Bex, short for Rebecca."

Rebecca nods her head, she has an idea of where this is going.

"And the press, well they're calling her-"

"New Rebecca." Rebecca says, sighing. "Shit."

"Well, not exactly, they're calling her Rebecca, and you, um," she lowers her voice. "Old Rebecca."

"What?"

"Old Rebecca."

Rebecca's face drops, you can almost see her heart breaking when the news sinks in. You hate seeing her hurt, even though it's been a few weeks since you've spoken, you still care for her. Rebecca smiles as she tries to mask her emotions and Keeley looks over at you, Rebecca looks over at you and sees your face, concerned for her and looks away.

"Don't worry about this, you got this." Keeley says, comforting her. "And if you have a moment where you don't got this, just call me, or y/n, we're here for you." She says with a smile.

Rebecca looks over at you and you give her a small comforting smile and she looks back at Keeley.

"I will be fine, thank you for telling me though." Rebecca says, putting up her usual front. "I have a call in a few minutes." She says as she opens her laptop and turns her attention to it.

"Okay, if you need anything we're here for you." Keeley says as she gets up.

Rebecca doesn't look up from her screen and you both walk out.

"Poor Rebecca, I feel so terrible." Keeley says.

"I know, I have no idea how she handles it all." You say, still hurting for the person you care so much about.

Later in the day Sam runs up to you and tells you about the plans to get rid of the curse, you tell him you're in and he asks you to invite Rebecca.

"Oh, Sam, I think you should do it, it would mean more coming from-"

"No, no, I can't, I have to gather a few things for tonight, plus you're friends with Rebecca, you should tell her." He says with his usual sweet smile.

"Okay Sam, I'll tell her."

You take a deep breath and head to her office again. You knock on the door and hear her on the other side.

"Come in."

You walk into her office and she looks up from her computer screen, surprised to see you.

"Oh, y/n." She says.

"Hi." You say quietly.

"What can I do for you?" She asks, straightening things on her desk, almost as if she's nervous.

"Um, well, I was just talking to Sam in the hall and he wanted me to invite you to this thing tonight to help get rid of some curse plaguing the training room."

"Oh," she says looking down, you think you sense disappointment in her voice.

"It would be a lot to the team if you came." You say.

"I don't know,"

"I was told to tell you, the whole team needs to be there, and you're the owner, it's your team, so it would mean a lot to everyone if you showed up."

She looks back up at you. "Will you be there?"

"According to Coach Lasso I'm a part of the team, so yes, I will be." You say with a smile. Rebecca looks away. "It would mean a lot to me too if you came."

Her eyes meet yours, you sit in silence for a moment as you look at each other, Rebecca finally looks away.

"I'll think about it."

"Thanks. It'll mean a lot to everyone to see you there." You say as you get up. "By the way," Rebecca looks back up at you. "I'm sorry about the paper, you don't deserve it, any of it." She smiles a little and you leave her office.

Later that night you meet the team at Mae's, Mae, Higgins and Ted talk about the curse and it's origins. Ted says that everyone was going to meet in the training room at midnight to get rid of the curse, and to bring something that meant a lot to you.

Midnight rolls around and you all gather in the training room around a garbage can. Ted explains that we are all going sacrifice something important to us, to honor those that sacrificed their lives. A few minutes later you see the door to the training room open and you see Rebecca walk in, you can't help but smile when you see her, you're happy that she decided to show up. Everyone goes around the room and throws in things that meant a lot to them, you catch Rebecca and yourself rolling your eyes at some of the things that people throw into the trashcan, although some things that players throw into the trashcan are genuinely sincere.

You turn comes and you hold up a jewelry box with a diamond necklace in it, many of the team members give you looks of confusion.

"My ex gave this to me, he said he didn't believe in marriage, but that this was a token of his love, and that it was more practical than a ring. He said it meant that we would be together forever. That was when we first moved to the UK, three months later I found out he was cheating on me, with his now fiancée." you hear the people in the room exhale, a few "shits" and "fucks" whispered. "I wore this every single day, from the day he gave it to me, until we broke up." You look around the room and you catch Rebecca's gaze, she looks sad for you, you gently smile at each other. "To leaving the past in the past, and to new, better futures." You drop the box into the trashcan and a few of the team members hug you.

Rebecca's turn comes up and tosses in a newspaper, Ted asks if it was today's paper and she said that there was something in there about her and that she's trying not to care about it. She looks up and your eyes meet, you can't help but smile and be proud of her. She gently smiles at you and looks away.

Right before the ceremony ends, Jamie walks in and throws in a pair of trainers and talks about his parents, it was sweet, and a little sad, and you think it was the first time you've ever seen him be sincere.

The trashcan is brought outside and Ted lights it on fire, he says we should ask the spirits if the curse has been lifted. He talks to the spirits and we hear cheering coming from behind him, Danni Rojas is running towards the team fully healed. You all cheer and crack open the bottle he brought after Jamie and Roy convince him not to throw it into the fire until it's drunk. You all take a sip and Ted and Higgins walk over, Ted takes a sip and you all cheer again, you look over to Rebecca and you see her strutting away, she tosses the jacket she had over her shoulders to the ground and walks into the building.

"Damn, she's so good looking." You think to yourself.

The following week you and Keeley walk into Rebecca's office, packed and ready to head to Liverpool. Keeley says something about having a wild threesome and Rebecca freezes in place, her eyes shift over to you, you can see the anxiety riding in her, you look over at Keeley confused and surprised because you never expected her to say something like that. Keeley tells Rebecca she's joking and Rebecca laughs in relief.

"Could you imagine?" Rebecca asks with a laugh.

"Oh I have." Keeley says, and she's not kidding.

Rebecca looks over at you and you feel your cheeks get red, you bite your lip and look away, holding back giggles. Busted. Her cheeks get flush and you're both relieved when Higgins walks into the room. Rebecca tells him that he's not going, and that he has to stay and work instead. You feel bad, you see the disappointment in his face, you have no idea why she has it out for him so badly. He leaves and the three of you head to the airport.

Your flight takes off, Rebecca seated between you and Keeley, you look out the window and your face lights up as you ascend into the sky. The plane hits some turbulence and Rebecca grabs your hand that's sitting on the arm rest. You look over at her and down at her hand on yours. She quickly removes it and looks away.

"Sorry." She mumbles.

"It's okay." You say with a smile, she looks at you and you see her relax a little and smile.

The flight isn't long, but you end up drifting off to sleep. You hear the pilot come over the intercom announcing that we are landing and you wake up, you realize that you fell asleep on Rebecca's shoulder. What you didn't expect was that she was asleep as well, her head resting on yours. You keep still to not wake her and close your eyes with a smile on your face. Rebecca wakes up when the plane lands and realizes she's resting on you, she quickly picks her head up and you lift your head and look at her.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep on you." You shyly say.

She looks down and back at you. "I didn't mean to fall asleep on you either." You both exchange bashful smiles and exit the plane.

You get to the hotel and the bellhop takes you to your room, Keeley makes a joke to him about us having a threesome in the shower and he quickly leaves. As Keeley is talking you see Rebecca's eyes darting around the room, you can tell something is on her mind. Keeley thinks she's making that face because of the joke she made and Rebecca tell her that's not it. It's her and Rupert's anniversary weekend and it's the first one she's spent by herself.

Keeley wraps her arms around Rebecca's neck and reaches over and grabs you and pulls you into the hug. You wrap your arms around Rebecca's waist and lean your head on her shoulder. You feel Rebecca's arm wrap around you, her hand resting on your waist. You hold her a little tighter and you feel her hand slide up, you feel her fingers in your hair as she holds the back of your head. Even though both you and Keeley are hugging her, you feel a small spark between you and Rebecca.

The three of you settle in your rooms and Rebecca makes dinner reservations, you and Keeley are sitting on the couch, silent, Rebecca walks in confused and asks Keeley a question, neither of you answer and Rebecca turns to see Keeley on the television spewing out facts about Liverpool. Rebecca turns the tv off and the three of you get ready for dinner. You hear a knock at the door and Rebecca opens it, you meet her childhood friend Sassy, the mother of her goddaughter Nora.

The four of you go out to dinner, Sassy tries to hook Rebecca up with the waiter and the three of you laugh. Rebecca looks embarrassed, she looks over at you and looks down and back over at Sassy, you swore you saw a little guilt in her eyes. Sassy goes to smoke and a minute later Rebecca gets up and goes to the bathroom. Sassy comes back and tells us where Rebecca's nickname "Stinky" comes from and that if we like Rebecca now, we'd love the real Rebecca. She describes what Rebecca is really like and you feel a warmth in your heart, Sassy describes the woman you kissed after the gala, that's Rebecca, the real Rebecca. Rebecca comes back and the waiter hands her the receipt, you, Sassy and Keeley pretend you were about to pay the bill and you all laugh and head back to the room for the night.

Back in the room the four of you drink champagne and laugh until the early hours of the morning, you don't think you've ever seen Rebecca this relaxed before, but you're enjoying the fact that she's enjoying herself. You tell a funny story and the three of them laugh, and Rebecca puts her hand on your leg. You look down at her hand and back up at her, her cheeks turn a little pink and she looks away, withdrawing her hand. Whatever tension or awkwardness you had between the two of you seems to have vanished and you're grateful for it. Keeley goes into her room in the suite at the end of the night and Sassy leaves and heads to hers down the hall. You and Rebecca, sitting next to each other on the couch, sit in silence for a moment.

"I'm glad you're having a good time." You say, looking up at her. "Sassy is a lot of fun."

Rebecca laughs. "Yeah, she's something alright, but thank you."

Rebecca inches her hand closer to yours as it sits next to you on the couch. You close the distance and your fingers interlock, both of you looking down at your hands. You look up at her and she looks up into your eyes.

"Rebecca, I," you begin to say, as you gently lean forward.

She nods her head, her eyes focused on your lips. Just as she begins to lean in Sassy swings the door open, the both of you jump and pull your hands apart.

"Christ Sassy." Rebecca says.

Sassy looks back and fourth at the two of you for a second and a smile crosses her face.

"Sorry, I didn't know I was interrupting."

"You weren't." Rebecca says, fixing the collar of her robe.

"I left my jacket here." She says as she walks over to her jacket sitting on the chair. "Goodnight." She sings and winks at Rebecca, who rolls her eyes in response as the door shuts.

Rebecca takes a breath and looks over at you, the moment has passed and you both seem a little disappointed.

"Goodnight." Rebecca says as she gets up and heads to her room.

"Goodnight Rebecca." You say.

The next day the four of you head to the game. It's been decades since Richmond won against this team so everyone is nervous. To everyone's surprise, Richmond won. You, Rebecca, Sassy and Keeley head into the locker room to join in on the celebration. Roy says that we are going out tonight and pulls Keeley up on the bench to recite her monologue from her Liverpool commercial.

You all go back to the hotel and get ready for a night out, you put on the dress you brought, fix your hair and makeup and wait on the couch for everyone else. Rebecca walks out of her room in a blazer and sequin-embellished tank top and a pair of dress pants that hug her curves perfectly. You can't help but stare at her, she looks beautiful.

"What? Does this not look good?" Her voice snaps you out of your trance, you look up and see worry on her face.

"Oh my god no, Rebecca, you look amazing." You say with a smile on your face. She smiles back at you and Keeley walks out.

"Rebecca you look hot!! Y/n, let me see what you're wearing!" Keeley says.

You stand up and do a little turn, you usually don't wear dresses like the one you're in, but you decided to take a chance. Plus, it shows off your shape to perfection. As you spin you see Rebecca's face, she's looking at you the same way you were just looking at her. The three of you meet up with Sassy in the lobby and head to the karaoke bar.

As soon as you enter the bar the drinks are flowing freely, you all do a few shots and grab drinks. The boys all sign up for karaoke, you throw your name in and you see Sassy walk up behind you and give you a "shush" gesture. You see her write down Rebecca's name and walk away like nothing happened.

You sit on the couch next to Rebecca, Sassy sitting on the other side of her. Keeley is next to Roy and you give her a look and she blushes and looks away. Sam gets up and sings Wonderwall, you take another shot with Rebecca, Sassy and a few of the boys. A few minutes later Rebecca and Sassy get up to smoke. Keeley looks around for them after they left and you motion to the door and she follows them out. Coach Beard is finishing singing Bad Romance as they walk back in, as they get back to the couch your name is called up. Rebecca looks at you, surprised and you smile and walk up to the mic.

The team hears the synthetic harpsicord the song begins with, they all go crazy as you say the first lines "May I have your attention please? May I have your attention please? Will the real slim shady please stand up? I repeat, will the real slim shady please stand up? We're gonna have a problem here."

The whole room goes nuts as you start to rap the first verse of The Real Slim Shady. You're not a great singer, so when you go out to karaoke you settle for fun rap songs that everyone knows. You're scanning the room as you rap and you see Rebecca, staring at you with a smile on her face, happily surprised. She's never seen this side of you before. As the chorus kicks in the whole room sings along, the team yelling and cheering as they sing along with you. The song ends and a few of the guys pick you up off of the stage and put you on their shoulders and parade you around.

Rebecca gets up on the stage and you reclaim your seat on the couch. You watch her as she sings Let it Go, completely in awe of her. You never would have guessed that she had such a beautiful voice, Sassy had said it over dinner the night before but you never imagined that she was this talented. You make eye contact with her as she sings and she smiles as she sees you watching her intently. As the song ends you see her eyes follow something across the room, you look over and see Ted leaving. She gets off of the stage, grabs her jacket and says she'll be right back, following after Ted.

A few minutes later she comes back in alone and sits back down next to you.

"Is everything okay?" You ask.

"Yeah, he'll be okay." She says. You see the worry in her eyes but you don't push it.

As the night ends everyone spills out of the karaoke bar. The boys decide they don't want the night to end and you and Rebecca both look at each other, relief washing over you both when you realize you're not the only ones who are ready to call it a night. Sassy walks off with the boys and Rebecca asks you and Keeley if you're ready to head back to the hotel. Keeley says she's going to walk and you both look over and see Roy standing against the wall of the club, waiting for her. You both give Keeley a look of approval and she heads off with Roy.

"Well, it looks like it's just you and I." Rebecca says with a smile.

"Looks like it." You smile back at her.

You both turn around and you stumble a little, Rebecca grabs you by the waist and stops you from falling.

"Woah, careful there." She says.

"Ah, sorry," you laugh, "fucking tequila."

The two of you laugh and she holds onto your arm as you walk back to the hotel. You head to the hotel bar and grab one more drink before it closes. You two sit next to each other and lean into one another.

"Sassy is wild!" You say.

"Oh yes she is." Rebecca laughs.

"I can't believe you never said anything about how beautiful your voice is!" Rebecca blushes and looks away. "Rebecca, you voice is beautiful. Where the hell did you learn to do that?!"

"I was in plays in high school, I don't know, it was just something I was always able to do." She smiles and her cheeks blush a little more. "But what about you? I never would have you expected to rap up there! What was that?!"

"I can't sing but I love karaoke, and I can rap half decently so that's what I do!" You say with a smile and take a sip of your drink.

"You have lipstick on you." Rebecca says as she swipes her thumb down the corner of your lip, removing the smudged lipstick from your face.

Her thumb lingers for a second on your bottom lip and you look into her eyes, her gaze shifting from your lips to your eyes. She gently holds your chin between her thumb and forefinger and pulls your lips to hers. You feel your heart flutter and you take a deep breath in as she kisses you. Your lips part and you look into her eyes, you want her so badly right now, you actually feel like you're going to die if you don't kiss her again.

"Should we go upstairs?" She whispers.

Your eyes widen, you can hardly believe she uttered those words. You stare at her blankly for a second before nodding your head. She grabs your hand and leads you into the elevator. The both of you stand there, your hand in hers, the tension building every second. Both of you know if you start now you won't be able to stop, so you both impatiently wait. You get to your floor and both of you practically run into the room and into Rebecca's room inside. You close her door and lock it, you turn around and she pushes you up against the door, slamming her lips into yours. You're taken by surprise in the best way as you grab onto her hair and kiss her back just as hard. She takes her jacket off as she kisses you and pulls yours off, her hands exploring your body. You both make your way to her bed, you unbutton her pants and she pulls your dress over your head as her pants fall to the floor.

"Oh my god." Rebecca whispers as she looks at your matching black lace bra and panties set, her eyes fixate on the little pink bow seated in the middle of your bra.

She guides you onto the bed and climbs on top of you, her tongue eagerly exploring your mouth, moans escaping from the both of you. You pull at her shirt and she sits up and pulls it over her head and tosses it aside. As she pulls it up you see her breasts fall out, your mouth waters as you move your hands up her waist and hold them in your hands. You sit up and take one of her nipples into your mouth, Rebecca lets out a moan and throws her head back. You roll the other one between your fingers as you lick and suck on her. You move over to the other one and do the same, her hands find the back of your head and grab hold of your hair, drawing out a moan from your lips.

You release her nipple and she pushes you back down and pushes her lips into yours, her hands grab at your breasts over your bra and you reach behind you and unclip it. Rebecca grabs the straps and pulls it off of you, throwing it across the room. She kisses down your jaw and bites and sucks on your neck. You hold onto the hair at the back of her head and moan, she adjusts above you, sliding her hips between your legs as she kisses and sucks down your neck. She grabs your breasts and kisses down your chest and between them. She takes one nipple into her mouth and flicks her tongue over it and sucks on it. Your hips lift and grind against hers and you feel her smirk as she does the same to the other one.

She kisses down your belly her hands holding your hips.

"I've been waiting so long for this." She mutters as she places kisses across your skin.

"You have?" You ask as you look down at her panting.

"Mhm." She says as she moves lower.

"Oh god I thought you hated me, I thought I fucked it up after the gala."

"No, not at all." She says as she looks you in the eye and runs her fingers up your soaked panties. You let out a moan, desperate for more of her touch. "I know I was shitty to you, but I was so unsure about being with one of my employees." She circles your clit over your underwear and your eyes roll back. "But fuck it, I don't care. I need to taste you." She rips your panties off of you and spreads your legs open further.

"Please." You beg.

You moan loud when you feel her drag her tongue up your folds, you grab the hair on her head and pull harder when she circles your clit.

"Fuck! Yes, just like that." You moan.

She sucks and flicks her tongue over your aching bud, the throbbing between your legs only gets worse. She licks and sucks on your dripping lips before making contact with your clit again, quickly flicking her tongue across it.

"Oh my god Rebecca you're gonna make me cum if you keep doing that." You pant.

She seems to take that as a challenge because she just sucks harder on it and flicks it faster than before. You begin to feel your orgasm building, you pull harder on her hair and she understands, she changes up her motions for a minute before latching back onto your clit. You cry out as you grind your hips into her face.

"Fuck, yes, just like that, Rebecca, fuck, you're gonna make me cum."

She doesn't let up as she drives you over the edge, mercilessly sucking on your clit. Your back arches and your eyes roll as the orgasm hits, you cry out and grind into her face harder as you ride it out. She only begins to release you as she feels your breath slow another moan escaping as she drags her tongue up your dripping cunt one more time, licking up all of your juices.

She crawls up to you and pulls your lips into her, you can taste yourself on her tongue, you moan into her mouth as her tongue explores you.

"How was that?" She asks with a smirk as she kisses your neck.

"Fucking incredible." You pant.

She reaches her hands between your legs and gently rubs circles across your aching clit. You let out another moan that she catches in her mouth as she kisses you.

"I don't think I'm done with you yet." She whispers into your ear. You feel more pulses surge into your core as you try and hold back a moan. You shake your head no, desperate for more of her touch. "Do you want me to stop?" She asks as her fingers tease your dripping entrance.

"No, please." You beg.

She turns your face towards her and kisses you as she slides two fingers into you, you moan into her mouth as she slides them out and back in deeper than the first time. She does this a few more times, pulling her fingers almost all the way out and then further in, until she's knuckle deep in you. She curls her fingers into that spot deep inside and your legs shake, her lips still planted firmly on yours, swallowing each of your moans and whines. She picks up the pace and you grab her hair harder, you would think it's painful at this point but the harder you grab, she harder she fucks you, and both of you love it.

Her lips leave yours as she adjust herself over you so she can thrust into you more. You bite down on your lip trying to keep the moans back as your legs begin to shake.

"Sing for me baby." She purrs into your ear.

On command your moans are released from your lips as she fucks you harder, bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm. Her thumb circles your clit and you cry out.

"I'm gonna cum, don't stop, don't fucking stop."

Rebecca thrusts faster and harder, your body shakes and you cry out as you cum onto her fingers, she keeps her pace and makes you ride it out as your back arches off of the bed. You body slowly stops shaking and Rebecca slows her pace, eventually pulling her fingers out of you.

You lay on the bed, your head spinning, trying to catch your breath. You swear to god you saw stars when you came. Rebecca licks her fingers clean and wraps her arms around you and kisses you, the taste of your juices still on her tongue. You're finally able to catch your breath and you kiss her back and roll on top of her.

"I don't think I've ever came that hard in my life." You say between kisses.

"You looked so good, I didn't want to stop." She replies.

She goes to say something else but her words are taken over by soft moans when you slide your hand between her legs and rub circles over her drenched panties. You pull them off of her and slide down between her legs, your eyes meet hers and you drag your tongue up her drenched cunt. She moans but is able to keep eye contact, until you wrap your lips around her clit and suck on it, that is. Her eyes roll back and she collapses back onto the bed.

You moan into her as you taste her, you feel her rock her hips against you, you know you're doing something right. You hold her hips steady and lick up and down her slit, giving her clit the proper attention each time you pass over it. You run your fingers along her dripping folds, coating your fingers in her juices. You latch onto her clit once more and slide two fingers deep inside of her, curling them as you push them in. Her back arches and releases more moans and cries.

You pick up the pace of your tongue across her clit as you thrust a little faster and deeper into her. Her hand finds the back of your head and she tightly grips onto your hair. You look up and admire her from this angle, her back arched, one hand on your head, her other hand pinching one of her nipples, her head thrown back, crying out praises and moans. You sit up a little and push her legs back so you can go deeper, her knees are practically resting next to her ears, you're impressed with her flexibility, but quickly dismiss the thought and pump your fingers into her harder and faster. She holds her legs back and you return to working her clit, you hear her cry out when you latch onto it again.

"Fuck, y/n, fuck it's so good."

"Yeah? You like the way I give it to you?" You say with a smirk.

"Yes, I fucking love it. You give it to me so good, you're gonna make me fucking cum!"

You can feel her start to clench down around your fingers, you flick your tongue over her clit fast and she clenches down harder around you.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum!" She practically screams and you fuck her faster and harder.

Her cries get louder and higher pitched as she climbs higher and higher, you push deep into her and curl your fingers into her spot and she screams as you feel her gush all over your fingers. You have her ride out her orgasm like she made you do just a few minutes before. Once her trembling legs are still you pull your fingers out of her and bring them to your lips. She watches you as you slide your fingers into your mouth and lick them clean.

She reaches up and pulls you back down on top of her, her lips immediately making contact with yours, her tongue pushing its way through your lips and into your mouth. You both lay there for what seems like hours, kissing, your tongues exploring the others mouth, small moans escape from your mouth into hers and she moans into yours.

The kiss slows and you lay there in each other arms, Rebecca begins to pull the duvet down and you both crawl under it. She looks into your eyes, studying you.

"What?" You quietly ask.

"Nothing, I was just thinking how we're going to keep us a secret from everyone."

"Us?" You ask, your eyes widen a little and your lips curl into a smile.

Rebecca kisses you and holds you close to her, you nuzzle into her neck and inhale the scent of her skin. Only small traces of her perfume are left, the scent of her skin brings you comfort as your eyelids begin to feel heavy. You feel her drifting off to sleep so you give into the temptation and close your eyes.

You wake up the next morning still cuddled in Rebecca's arms, you nuzzle into her again and you feel her hand stroke the back of your head. You move in closer and she wraps her arms around you a little tighter, you two lay there in silence for a minute, just enjoying the moment. She adjusts and you look up at her, her eyes meet yours and her lips curl into a smile. You smile back and you both lean in and share a kiss. Your lips part and she pulls you into her again, your head resting on her chest, your legs intertwined, your arms around her waist, hers around your neck.

"I could lay here forever." You say as you sigh into her.

"So could I." She says, kissing your head. She sits up a little and looks over at the clock. "We can squeeze in five more minutes." She says as she lays back down. You snuggle into her and you both lay there, savoring the few minutes of bliss you have left.

Once the five minutes are up and neither of you have the desire to get out of bed, but you have a flight to catch so you really don't have much of a choice. You get out of bed and look around the room to see your clothes, and hers, thrown across the room in every direction. You giggle at the sight and she looks over at you and laughs too. She gets up and walks into her bathroom, your mouth begins to water again as you watch her walk away from you, naked. You can't seem to keep your eyes off of her perfect hips and ass, she turns to look into the mirror in the bathroom and you get a full side profile of her body.

"Fuck me." You say as you try and commit every inch of her to your memory.

Rebecca looks over at you with a smile on her face.

"What?" She asks.

You get out of bed and walk up behind her in the bathroom, putting your hands on her hips.

"Nothing, you're just so fucking good looking." You place kisses on the back of her shoulders, coming up on your tip toes to kiss higher.

She turns in your arms to face you and holds you face in her hands. You're almost eye level with her tits and you're having a very hard time not staring at them, luckily she gives you a hand by picking your face up to look at her. She gazes into your eyes and you look back into hers. She gently leans down and kisses you, you kiss her back and your lips slowly part.

"We really have to get ready to go." She says with a disappointment in her voice.

"Okay." You say with the same amount of disappointment in your voice that she had in hers.

Rebecca gets dressed and you go into the bathroom, Rebecca goes out into the common room of the suite to grab your suitcase and bring it into her room for you.

"Oi, where's y/n?" Keeley asks, giving Rebecca a look.

"I let her use my bathroom to get ready."

"Where did she sleep last night?" Keeley asks with a raised eyebrow.

"On the couch, like she did the night before."

Keeley, not believing a word Rebecca is saying, gives her another look. "So what did you two do last night?"

"Nothing, we got in, chatted for a bit at the bar before it closed, came up here and went to bed."

"Mhm, so that's the story you're giving me?" Keeley asks.

"Yes, because that's what happened." Rebecca says defensively. She grabs your suitcase and brings it into her room and closes the door.

"I think Keeley knows what happened last night." Rebecca says.

"I think half of the hotel heard what happened last night, neither of us were particularly quiet." You say with a laugh.

Rebecca rolls her eyes at you. "I brought your suitcase in here so you can get ready." She says.

"Aw, thank you." You walk up to her and kiss her. "I can get used to this." You say with a smile.

"I think I can too."

You finish getting ready and you both meet Keeley in the common room. She gives the both of you a look and you both do your best to ignore her.

The three of you head out to the airport to catch your flight.

"Y/n, how did you get here?" Rebecca asks as you're walking out of the airport.

"I took an Uber." You say.

"Let me give you a ride home."

"Oh, sure, thank you!"

Keeley gives you both another look, you dismiss it and you both hug her goodbye. Rebecca's driver pulls up and you both get in. The drive to your flat is pretty quiet, both you and Rebecca scrolling on your phone with your fingers loosely interlocked. You pull up to your flat and you look at Rebecca.

"I'll see you at work tomorrow?" You ask.

"Yes." She says with a smile.

She pulls you in and kisses you and you feel your heart flutter. Your lips part, leaving a smile on both of your faces.

"Goodnight y/n." She says.

"Goodnight Rebecca."

You get into your flat and wave goodbye as the car drives away. You put your stuff down and collapse on your bed, you can't help but feel like a giddy schoolgirl. You would think that the past weekend was an amazing dream, but you know it's real. You have no idea how the two of you are going to navigate working together, especially if she wants to keep it a secret. Regardless, you really can't wait for work tomorrow.

#rebecca welton x reader #hannah waddingham #rebecca welton #rebecca welton fanfic #willalove75 #ted lasso #ted lasso fic #wlw fanfic

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Time is a consctruct - OR IS IT, do we know what Bumbercatch stance on this is? - so...

Fuck, marry, kill for Roy, Jamie and Keeley. Sorry.

Would you ship Jamie with anyone other than Roy and/or Keeley?

Are fruit smoothies more like cold fruit soup or veggie soup or like hot veggies smoothies?

Bumbercatch: Do we know? No. Can we speculate? Always. Can we guess with a lot of confidence? I believe so.

F/M/K: fuck Jamie, marry Keeley, and as someone else said before me: Thunderdome with Roy. I don’t know that I would win, but I would die trying. Lmao.

Shipping Jamie: yes, a thousand times yes. Sam. Dani. Sam and Dani. Reserve team players. The entire reserve team. The entire team. Bex. Keeley and Bex. Maybe Ted. I have genuinely never thought about Jamie x Beard until now but I’d give it a go.

Fruit smoothies are cold fruit soup. And they are delightful. I might go get one now honestly.

Sleepover Saturday Game

#asks answered #ask games #jamie tartt #roy kent #keeley jones #royjamie #roy x jamie #roy/jamie #roykeeleyjamie #roy x keeley x jamie #roy/keeley/jamie #samjamie #samdanijamie #jamie/all #team bike jamie

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deranged ship ideas which will never come to fruition but if they do I will give JSuds my firstborn

Nate x Bex: Bex deserves someone to value her for herself, rather than as a pathway to a greater goal. Nate deserves one relationship in his life which doesn’t bring with it all the baggage from Richmond. Rupert deserves to be cheated on.

Also: they’re both cute as a button; the smol guy x tall girl thing is always hot; Nate gets on with little girls and thus could be the perfect stepfather for li’l Diana; Bex can be a little awkward and quirky at times; and Bex is proven to have a thing for the evil silver fox type.

(I actually do think the show could pull this off, so I may have been a bit rash with the future of my hypothetical firstborn already.)

Thierry x Richard: Thierry is Quebecois, Richard is European French. Richard is a sophisticate who knows a fine wine does not have to be an expensive wine, Thierry thinks wearing bright red Yeezys to a funeral is a solid life choice. They’re like star-crossed lovers. The only similarity is that they got red-carded reeaal quick at the West Ham match, and neither of them get to hold the team braincell very often.

Colin x Lindsay Higgins: I’ll say this until I’m blue in the face: ‘appreciates life’s little grey areas’ is code for queer person of faith. I don’t make the rules, this is just a fact. Also, please consider that Lindsay Higgins is an absolute fox and Colin ‘thirsty much?’ Hughes totally deserves to sleep with a hot vicar.

And ‘my body’s like a church in an airport’. Lindsay is a vicar. I’ve connected the dots. (You haven’t connected shit.)

Bumbercatch x Jan: Smolandtolsmolandtol.

Beard x Ms Bowen: She’s a bit quirky and snarky enough for Beard; Beard has that same slightly gruff but charmingly enigmatic vibe that Ms Bowen seemed to appreciate in Roy. Also, and this is the most important part, Ms Bowen is not Jane.

Sharon x Trent Crimm: Yes, I know they haven’t even interacted once, but that much swag combined would create a power couple literally too fabulous for us to witness. Their child would probably end up ruling the world.

Nate x Colin: (I must be the only person in fandom to whom Nate gives off an awkward late-bloomer queer vibe, but there you go.) I am an absolute freaking sucker for a ship where two people have genuinely hurt each other and still manage to come out the other side. Colin would absolutely encourage Nate to loosen up more and have fun; Nate would use his somewhat fighty nature to protect Colin. And, as I have said before, if I wasn’t supposed to ship Colin and Nate then why the fuck did they have a shirtless Billy Harris getting all close and personal with Nate while smooshing his face and going ‘look at your face, look at your face’ in the first episode?! Just what acting and directorial choices were going on there?!

Plus, for my newer followers, I am 100% convinced that Colin would go full Dark Side for an evil silver fox at the drop of a hat.

I know it’s not gonna happen but on the other hand, I really really think it could happen. JSuds, my firstborn could be all yours for the low, low price of going absolutely batshit this season.

#ted lasso #ted lasso spoilers #ted lasso speculation #nate shelley #bex mannion #thierry zoreaux #richard montlaur #colin hughes #lindsay higgins #moe bumbercatch #jan maas #coach beard #ms bowen #sharon fieldstone #trent crimm: the independent

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vole-mon-amour · 1 year

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3x04, part 2.

I feel like we're about to get Keeley with another woman, but that's a wrong woman. Give me Keeley x Rebecca.

Something something, the similarities. Jamie definitely needs to train more to be able to score.

Beautiful woman is beautiful in everything. Staring at her nails.

I gotta say though, he's a perfect villain.

Then they surprised Ted with showing the team the footage of Nate with a Believe sign. :)

Lmaooo. It's so aggressive.

This Barbie suddenly learned to fly.

So Zava affected the coaches too. Wheezing.

I need Rebecca and Bex to become besties and roast Rupert constantly.

What a woman. A goddess walking the Earth. She is stunning.

I dislike Shandy tbh. She's kind of annoying. She was given this opportunity & she acts like it's all hers to begin with. Like, please no.

Besties. <3

Ted really is a mess this season. All this drinking. I hope it'll get better for him. I like that he followed Beard's advice and told Michelle how he feels. Otherwise it really is going to destroy him.

I skipped all or most scenes with Nate. I don't need his nonsense, truly.

#natiswatching #ted lasso #roy x jamie #rebecca welton #rebecca x keeley #jamie tartt

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yelena-bellova · 11 months

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#ted lasso #ted lasso spoilers

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steves-on-a-plane · 2 years

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No Place Like Home (Pt 47)

Words: 1903 Pairing: Ted Lasso x Reader Summary: With the final game of the season creeping up on the team, Roy hasn’t been playing at his best. Rumors are circulating, and most of the coaching team is ready to bench him. But as is always the case, the Head Coach wants to do things his own way. The situation is pulling Reader into three different directions.

“Morning Beard!” You greeted the assistant coach when you and Ted met up with him at the bottom of your street for your morning walk to the Dog Track.

“Morning [Y/N],” Beard smiled back.

“Mornin’ Coach.” Ted chimed in. Beard ignored him. “I said…oh, we’re still doin’ this?”

“What’s going on with you two?” You asked. It wasn’t like Beard to give Ted the cold shoulder. It wasn’t like him to flat out ignore anyone.

“Coach is upset with me because he and Nate think we ought to bench Roy. I disagree.” Ted explained. “So now he’s giving us the cold shoulder.”

“He’s not giving us the cold shoulder. He’s giving you the cold shoulder.” You pointed out. “And I know that no one asked, but I agree with Beard and Nate. The team has younger and faster players. Do you really think Roy plays as well as Sam or Dani these days?”

“Well, that’s not exactly the point…” Ted argued.

“Huh.” Beard scoffed. Ted looked over at his friend who glared back. “I said what I said.” Beard’s eyes conveyed.

“Well… what does Roy think?” You asked. “I mean he’s been a footballer most of his life. He has to know the other guys outperform him.”

“O’ course he knows! But I still don’t think it’s right to force him into something he ain’t ready to do.” Ted huffed. “Taking Roy off the starting line up? That could be the end of his career. Of his livelihood.”

“I understand that but Ted…” You comprehended Ted’s point about forcing Roy’s hand, but he had to remember that he wasn’t just the coach for one player. He had to decide what was right for the whole team.

“I’m done talkin’ about it. I made up my mind and that’s that!” Ted exclaimed. You looked over at Beard, who simply shook his head. Clearly, he’d already exhausted his own energy trying to persuade Ted the day before.

When the three of you arrived at Nelson Road you went your separate ways. Ted climbed the stairs towards Rebecca’s office while Beard went right into the locker room and presumably the manager’s office. You headed to Keeley’s office and sat cross-legged in one of her cushy chairs.

“I talked to Rebecca this morning.” She announced as you let yourself in. “She said Ted forgave her for everything and Higgins is coming back.”

“I was there when she talked to Ted. Her apology seemed genuine. It was weird seeing her so vulnerable.” You told Keeley.

“Right?!” Keeley gasped. “First time I saw her cry it was almost scarier than the first time I saw her make someone else cry.” You both laughed, but then Keeley frowned. “I’m not sure how I can be friends with someone who did such horrible things. I mean she claimed she was my friend but…I mean the photo alone…”

“She wasn’t really your friend when she did a lot of the sabotaging Kee. Especially the photo. She grew to love you and I think if she wasn’t your friend, she wouldn’t have been able to tell Ted the truth at all.” You guessed. “She was hurting, and she couldn’t see past that pain. I don’t think what she did was right, but I feel for her.”

“I suppose you’re right.” Keeley huffed. “You know she told me that girl Bex, yeah? She’s pregnant with Rupert’s baby!”

“What?” You leaned forward in your seat, scandalized. “Isn’t he like sixty something?”

“Seventy!” She clarified. “It’s fucking mental! I can’t even imagine! Well Rupert makes my skin crawl but…”

“Yeah, what is it about him?” You agreed. “I just want to rage whenever I’m in the same room as him! It’s a miracle no one tried to burn down the club before this! Wait, I hate to back track, but did you say Higgins is coming back too?”

“Yes. I guess he really did quit because he didn’t want to be involved in the sabotage anymore.” Keeley nodded. “So after Rebecca confessed to Ted she paid a visit to Higgins. She told him about coming clean and promised everything was on the up from here on out.”

“That’s good, I think Higgins is a good influence on her.” You smiled. “Uh, listen Kee, there’s one other thing I wanted to talk to you about. Did you and Roy talk last night after the game?”

“You mean about him playing like shit?” She asked. “He didn’t so much talk as grunt and mumble about it.” She laughed. “Why do you ask? Shit Ted’s not thinking about benching him, is he?”

“No. He’s adamant that he’s not going to, but Beard and Nate think he should.” You explained.

“And what do you think?” She questioned cautiously.

“I think no one is going to make that decision for Roy. I want to talk to him, but I was hoping the two of you may have already had a conversation I could piggyback off of.” You crossed your fingers on both of your hands and showed them to Keeley.

“Aww sorry, Babes. I wish I could be more help.” She pouted with sympathy. “But if you can get him to talk to you, yeah? Let me know. I’d love to…how did you just say it? Piggyback off that conversation.”

“I’d better get going.” You decided, getting to your feet. “Beard and Nate aren’t talking to Ted apparently so someone’s going to have to make sure training actually happens today. I’ll catch you later.”

Out on the pitch, Ted was standing about a yard away from Beard and Nate. You strode up and stood between them. You weren’t sure who’d been trying to prove their point Ted or Beard, but most of the drills seemed to be focused on speed. Someone was trying to prove that Roy could or couldn’t keep up with everyone else. Despite the other guys on the team trying to push their Captain with words of encouragement he just couldn’t keep up.

“FUCK!” The entire field could hear him swear every time he fell further behind.

The team broke for lunch. While most of the exhausted players lumbered into the locker room, Roy took to the stands. He jogged up and up before collapsing into a seat in the middle section. Even from where you stood on the grass you could tell he was glaring out into the middle distance.

“I’m starting to think y’all might have a point.” Ted sighed. “I’m gonna try and talk to ‘im.”

“I’ll go with you.” You offered. “He likes me better.”

“No arguments there, Darlin.” You and Ted walked up the stands and sat on opposite sides of Roy.

“All these seats, you two have to sit here?” Roy asked raising his eyebrows.

“You know, during breakfast [Y/N] showed me a video from Tik Tac…wait those are mints. It was the other one with the short videos. Ya know?” Ted began.

“You two Muppets followed me up here to show me a TikTok?” Roy asked in disbelief.

“We’ll, not exactly…” Ted leaned back in his seat and looked down at the pitch. “I was just trying something I learned from my mom. See whenever she has something tough to talk about with me she’ll start off talking about, I don’t know, something weird. Something overtly nice. And I just thought you might like to see this TikTok we was watching of a cow and a lil goat becoming friends.”

Roy looked to you, as he always did, to translate Ted’s ramblings into something resembling the Queen’s English. You heaved a quiet sigh.

“The coaches have been talking about the Man City game.” You decided it was best not to best around the bush. Roy liked handling matters directly so you were going to. “Most of the discussion has been centered around the starting line up…”

“No! Don’t you dare!” Roy looked away from you to snarl at Ted. “You’re not fucking benching me!” Ted had been expecting this reaction of course. He didn’t think Roy Kent would go quietly to the second string.

“Now hang on, we’re just talking…” Ted tried to pacify him. All this did was fire Roy up more.

“Yeah, talking. That’s all you do is talk.” Roy shot to his feet. “Talking all that bullshit about how you’ve got my back.”

“Hey, I do have you’re back.” Ted also rose to his feet, but his tone was calm.

“Bullshit!” Roy snapped. “You pretended to be a man of your word. You’re fucking full of shit. You can go fuck yourself. Fuck you!” Roy turned to march away, seemingly forgetting that you were still seated behind him. He glared down a “fuck you” for you burning in his eyes. He looked back at Ted over his shoulder before finally stalking off.

“Roy!” You called after him. He ignored you. You got up from your seat.

“I’m not too sure…” Ted tried to stop you but you followed after Roy.

“Roy! Roy! KENT!” You shouted at him. Roy stopped walking. He looked at you with an animalistic expression. He was hungry for a fight.

“Not now!” He snapped.

“Yes now.” You disagreed, marching over to him. “He didn’t deserve that back there.”

“Yeah, he did. I don’t deserve getting shoved to the side by some Yankee twat who wouldn’t know a good player if they caved in his skull with a header!” Roy snarled.

“You want to keep shouting and having a meltdown like a toddler or do you want to hear what I have to say?” You asked. There was no bite in your voice, you were attempting to sooth him. Play the peacekeeper.

“Kinda want to keep shoutin’, yeah.” He answered honestly but his tone matched yours. He’s stopped yelling.

“He was telling the truth. He doesn’t want to bench you. Least of all not without your consent. He cares about you Roy. He cares about you as a player on this team and as a person.” You insisted. “I know you’re gonna say I don’t know anything about football, but think about it, what’s better for your career; starting the last game of the season on the bench or playing too slow in front of a live televised audience?”

“It’s not right.” Roy shook his head. “And I’m not doing it.”

“If you won’t listen to me and you won’t talk to Ted, promising me you’ll at least talk to Keeley? Get an opinion from someone who’s in your corner. And for the record, Ted and I are both still very much in your corner.” You promised.

“Maybe I will.” He mumbled so quietly you barely heard him. “I’m taking the rest of the day to clear my fucking head. Will you tell ‘im?”

“Yeah, sure.” You agreed. He simply nodded. Roy didn’t even bother changing out of his uniform. He strode right out of the club house, got in his car, and drove off.

“You okay?” Ted questioned, approaching you from behind.

“Me? He was practically civil with me. Are you okay?” You leaned against Ted, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Oh yeah, I was expectin’ he’d rip one of them chairs up out of the concrete or turn green like Incredible Hulk. Ya know ‘Roy Smash’! That sort of thing.” Ted sighed. “I’m sure we haven’t heard the last of this. Let’s get some lunch before this whole thing goes sideways again.”

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xheavenlysinsx · 6 months

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I'm overly excited to share with you all my latest photography project in Second Life. Snow And Ellenor get Halloween ready this holiday season. this years theme is called Haunted Hallows Eve. Please leave your feedback as I would like to hear from ya.

Fang Raven <3

A Complete List Of Everything Used!

Snow Raven's Outfit: Luas Araminta Outfit (Fatpack) http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Impulse/181/159/26

Snow's Shoes, **UTOPIA@Design** - "ZAFIRA" - (Maitreya) http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Triglav/208/124/501

Snows Finger Nails, Limited Addiction - Dancing Skullies Nails - (Maitreya) http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Sim%20Style/103/82/26

Snow's Hair, Stealthic - Riot http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Rapture/155/128/25

Snow's Makeup, (No Longer In Second Life! Lenore - Jett / Shadow+Liner / EVOX (purple) Knife Party // Mirianne Eye Makeup // Evo X // http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Lovely/39/29/2006 [HEXUMBRA] Bex Eye Makeup - Sunset http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Serena%20Ambrosia/92/56/1040

Snow's Necklace, !TLB - Dark Soul Necklace-Female (animated) http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Celebration/214/166/23

Snow's Earrings, ROZOREGALIA_RUDYLU*EARRINGS(Bear) http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/ROZOREGALIA/130/15/3001 --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Ellenor Raven's Outfit: Luas Byun Succubus Outfit Purple & Grey http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Impulse/181/159/26

Ellenor's Shoes, **UTOPIA@Design** - "MELISSA" - (Reborn) http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Triglav/208/124/501

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Ellenor's Lipstick And Eyeliner, (Stock) LeLUTKA.EvoX.Lipstick And Eyeliner. Knife Party // Mirianne Eye Makeup // Evo X // http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Lovely/39/29/2006 --------------------------------------------------------------------------

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alwaysbeyondhope · 3 years

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Tv show: Ted lasso

Aahhhh thank you for this!!!

Favorite male character: gotta say Ted, with Roy as close runner up

Favorite female character: Rebecca, hands down

Least favorite character: Rupert (would there be anyone else?)

Prettiest character: Rebecca

Funniest character: Keeley Jones

Favorite season: there’s only been one so I gotta go with that but Friday is coming up fast!!

Favorite episode: oohhh this one’s hard. It’s a three way between For The Children, Make Rebecca Great Again, and Diamond Dogs. You see the rawness of Rebecca in For The Children; a rawness to Ted in Make Rebecca Great Again that I *love*, and Diamond Dogs has The Dart Scene which is one of the best speeches I’ve seen in a show ever.

Favorite romantic ship: Ted x Rebecca. hands down.

Favorite family ship: Ted x Beard. They’re like brothers and I love them.

Favorite friend ship: Rebecca x Keeley

Worst ship: Rupert x Bex (would anyone write that? not trying to ick anyone’s yum or anything)

NEW EPISODES ON FRIDAYYYYY

#ted lasso #ted x rebecca #ask meme #personal

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terrainofheartfelt · 2 years

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Ted Lasso!

otp: Keeley x Roy! (my second favorite girlboss/malewife)

favourite canon pairing: Higgins x his wife they would be Goals if I actually wanted to have children lmao

worst pairing ever: well...Nate x Keeley does not really do it for me...or anyone...but it isn't an actual pairing so that's a relief. Rupert & Bex aint that great either

guilty pleasure pairing: I really like Rebecca x Sam actually...I wouldn't mind to see more.

a pairing you want to see more: Beard x Jane. idk if it's something I want to stay but it is fun to watch! - would also love to see Colin Hughes with a boyfriend.

that pairing everyone likes but you’re like “lol no”: I am not really feeling Ted x Rebecca like a lot of tumblr is...I think it would be interesting if it happens, and if they take it there in the last season it could be cool (they have not let me down with this show yet).

favorite non-romantic pair: Ted & Beard. a brotp of the highest order. I also love Rebecca & Keeley and Dani & Jamie.

put a fandom in my ask and i’ll give you my ship opinions

#asks #thank you for sending! <333 #strideofpride #listen i know the parallels are there but here's the thing:#ted is not going to end this series by settling permanently in the UK #not while his child still lives in the states #and rebecca is going to stay with the team #with HER team (bc it's home)#so...at this point in time...I don't see it #but I reserve the right to change my mind don't @ me

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chainofclovers · 2 years

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Assuming some of these might have been asked by others so some options to choose from: Ted x Rebecca, Ted x Beard, Beard x Bex

Thank you, and nah, no one else has sent any so far! And what excellent selections. 😍 Beard x Bex (beloved rarepair of my heart)

Who’s the cuddler? Neither? Both? They don’t really sprawl across each other in a snuggly heap but they always sit very close together.

Who makes the bed? Beard, at first, but eventually he realizes Bex truly does not care about such things so they make the bed together with clean sheets on the weekends for a treat but otherwise it’s just in disarray.

Who wakes up first? Bex, for mother-of-a-small-baby reasons, not because she’s a morning person. But Beard starts getting up when she does, if they’re staying over, and when they move in together they trade off who wakes up first to do the morning caregiving stuff for Diane. Obsessively even works for them—it’s a comforting counterpoint to the chaos/abuse/dysfunction of previous relationships.

Who has the weird taste in music? Beard, mostly, but Bex surprises him.

Who is more protective? I think it kinda depends. I think Beard would be more protective in a “you’ve been hurt before and I’ll never, ever let anyone hurt you again if I can help it” kind of way. But I think Bex would be very protective of Beard’s weirdness, and very sensitive to anyone dismissing him because of it.

Who sings in the shower? Beard, from maybe week two of their relationship onward. By a month or two in, Bex too.

Who cries during movies? Bex, more predictably, but sometimes she looks over and Beard’s eyes are full of tears.

Who spends the most while out shopping? Bex would spend more shopping shopping, like on clothes, but would spend less on a weekly grocery shop because I picture her as someone who’d do things like check out the unit price or store specials and choose accordingly, whereas Beard would get the same standard items each time.

Who kisses more roughly? Beard and his beard :)

Who is more dominant? I think they’re both really stubborn but unusually similarly not dominant, personality-wise.

My rating of the ship from 1-10. 10/10!

Beard x Ted (beloved BFFs who love each other of my heart)

Who’s the cuddler? Whichever one’s had a better day and senses the other needs it.

Who makes the bed? Ted, probably 6 mornings out of 7. Beard would happily share it more evenly but Ted is a little obsessed with being the Most Helpful.

Who wakes up first? Beard, for a little quiet before his extremely chatty partner wakes up and immediately wants to start going over all the things.

Who has the weird taste in music? Beard technically has the weirder taste, but they’re extremely musically compatible.

Who is more protective? Depends on the vulnerability. Ted is more protective of Beard when it comes to outward forces, like the possibility of being taken advantage of. Beard is more protective of Ted’s self-image, the ways he’s his own worst critic when he should be nice to himself.

Who sings in the shower? Beard kind of mumble-sings and Ted belts. Ted also really wants to duet if they shower together.

Who cries during movies? Ted is a more frequent movie-crier but there are a few repeat views in their repertoire that make them both cry.

Who spends the most while out shopping? Neither has fully shaken the Midwestern frugality that was very necessary in their younger years. Ted is more likely to spend a bit more on an impulse buy to make Beard happy; Beard is more likely to plan for a major purchase (while trying very hard to make it no big deal).

Who kisses more roughly? Beard, generally.

Who is more dominant? Hmm. Neither of them are consistently always sexually dominant, but Beard is very experienced and very competent in a way that makes him take charge more often, whereas Ted is more dominant only if he’s working something out mentally/emotionally via sex.

My rating of the ship from 1-10. 10/10!

Ted x Rebecca (soulmates who have to work for it of my heart)

Who’s the cuddler? Ted, when it comes to traditional cuddling like a long night watching movies on the couch. Rebecca, when it comes to spontaneous displays of physical affection for comfort and grounding.

Who makes the bed? From the day he moves in, Ted is literally the only person in that house who makes the bed. But he doesn’t resent it; Rebecca does nice stuff for him too.

Who wakes up first? Usually Ted, and for doofy reasons like wanting to watch Rebecca sleep.

Who has the weird taste in music? BOTH OF THEM FOR SURE, and in totally different genres. Constant music-trading is happening.

Who is more protective? In what is becoming a theme here, it depends! Rebecca is protective about Ted’s time and resources, his image of himself as a father, his connection to Henry, the press coverage about his mental health. Ted is protective of the parts of her that Rupert damaged, like he’s protective of her right to be hurt and to heal. And they’re both very protective of AFC Richmond.

Who sings in the shower? They both do. Rebecca has an incredible voice but just goofs around singing in the shower. Ted has a normal voice and sings whatever song he’s got in his head.

Who cries during movies? They absolutely both do, and laugh at each other when they make eye contact and they’re both crying.

Who spends the most while out shopping? Hahahahahahahaahahah. Rebecca.

Who kisses more roughly? Rebecca when she’s having fun/feeling free/lets herself go. Ted when he’s had cause to miss Rebecca and needs to reconnect.

Who is more dominant? They’re both switches, and no one is asking me to die on this hill but I would if necessary. When they aren’t actively thinking about it—or when they are but want to stick with what’s most comfortable—Rebecca tends to take a bit more control, because the power puts her mind at ease and gives Ted’s constantly-buzzing brain the blissful opportunity to rest. When Ted’s in a more dominant space, it isn’t particularly intense—just fun stuff like dragging things out and making her impatient in a way they both like. When Rebecca’s in a more consciously dominant space, they’re more likely to play with their limits.

My rating of the ship from 1-10. 10/10! Also like a 15 or 20 out of 10. <3333

#ship ask game #ted x rebecca #ted x beard #beard x bex #ted lasso #meme #hot dork club #asks #thesumdancekid

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New Beginnings

Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia x F!OC/Santiago Garcia x Rebecca Cooke

Summary: A year after leaving Colombia, Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia returns home, ready for something...more.

Warnings: References to death and PTSD, swearing

A/N: Hi everyone! I was blown away by the response to ‘Protective Instincts’, so I wrote a sequel that’s based off of part of one of clarke’s headcanons. This was so fun to write, and I’m really wanting to write more about Bex and Pope, and Pope and Frankie, and the baby, so I’m hoping you all enjoy this as much as you enjoyed the first one! If you want to be added to the tags, please let me know. I just used the tags list from ‘Protective Instincts’ for this one.

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In…Out…In…Out…

It was stupid.

This was stupid.

Why was he nervous?

He was being creepy. He needed to stop that. It was creepy enough when he stalked Tom down to the last condo he was showing and waited outside by his truck, scrambling to come up with a witty, cocksure line to make his old commanding officer laugh.

This…this was different. There were no ulterior motives this time around, no lies, no cash-grabs. Just an honest man who knew how badly he had fucked up, preparing to go hat in hand to the only person he thought would still give him another chance.

Would he still give him another chance?

In…Out…In…Out…

Of course he would, this was Frankie they were talking about. The man who, after he got their commanding officer killed, still cupped the back of his head and pulled him into a hug that was both amical and familial. The man who had always, always, had his back. Ride or die since day one. He wouldn’t hold Colombia against him…

Would he?

In…Out…In…Out…

They had parted ways fairly amicably, their farewell consisting of that hug that had almost brought him to his tired knees and back slaps and “take care of yourselves”.

Then again, Frankie had never wanted to go on the mission in the first place. He’d gone because Pope had used every tool in his repertoire to get his best friend to join him. And, when it had gone sideways, Pope had been able to see the exact second when that switch in Frankie’s brain switched from “civilian doing recon” to “soldier on the battlefield”. After so long away, after years of therapy and good old-fashioned love, Frankie had become a newer, better version of himself, and Pope had torn it all away with the promise of money that would benefit Frankie’s family.

But they had parted ways on good terms, right? That meant everything would be okay.

In…Out…In—

There he was.

Pope sat forward in the front seat of his new truck, eyes eagerly following his best friend’s movements.

Frankie was pacing the length of the porch, a baby perched in his arms. Even from where he was parked, Pope could hear the crying.

It probably wasn’t the best time. If Frankie’s kid was crying, then Frankie’s senses were probably all strung out. Plus, it was 6:30, so it was probably close to dinnertime. Frankie needed a schedule to help keep the wolves at bay, and he always ate around 6:30.

He should probably go. Dinner and a crying baby would have his friend all over the place. Not exactly good timing for the apology and ask of the century.

He should go…

He needed to go…

He couldn’t do this…

He needed this but he couldn’t drag Frankie back into his bullshit…

When Yovanna had told him, tears in her voice, that she couldn’t take it anymore, that he needed to go home, his mind hadn’t gone to a place. He wasn’t going to go back to his mother’s country of birth, or his father’s. He wasn’t going to go to Texas or Maine or New York. He was going to go to South Carolina. He was going to go to Frankie. The ballast of his ship, the eye of his hurricane, the—

“Santi?”

Pope hadn’t even realized he had been walking until his boot clipped the bottom step of Frankie’s porch, alerting the pilot to his presence.

“Hey ‘Fish,” he replied, a little too brightly.

“Jesus, man…” Frankie adjusted the whimpering, no longer crying, child in his arms and pulled Pope into a one-armed hug. “What are you doing here?”

Pope listened to the question, hunting for even a hint of suspicion or anger, and found none, only genuine curiosity and warmth.

“Was in the neighborhood…”

Frankie fixed him with a piercing look. “Thought you were headed to Australia to see a girl about a life?”

Pope shrugged. “Didn’t work out.”

Frankie nodded lightly. “Huh…” He looked down at the baby in his arms, no longer crying. “You settled now, mijo? You’re not gonna make Mamá tear her hair out by crying again?” The baby blinked up at Frankie and cooed, one chubby hand extending to pat Frankie’s beard. “Alright, kid. Let’s get you back to Mamá. Give me one sec, man.”

Frankie disappeared into the house and Pope took a deep breath. He still didn’t think he should be doing this, considering last time he interrupted his friend’s life, he had nearly gotten them all killed, but he couldn’t deny the calming effect Frankie was already having on him. Already, he felt like he could breathe easier and his heart wasn’t racing.

Frankie had always had that sort of effect on him. The cool, calm, and collected pilot versus the hot-headed, shoot first and ask questions later lieutenant. Their friendship, their bond, shouldn’t have worked. Like fire and water, oil and vinegar, they never should have gelled the way they did, but they did. Santi brought Frankie out of his shell, encouraged him to take control and step up when they needed his voice of reason. Frankie cooled Santi off, reminded him to stay grounded, to stay alive to fight the next fight, that he was still human underneath all the Kevlar and camo.

Frankie tempered Santi’s fire, and Santi boiled Frankie’s water. A perfectly balanced pair.

“You gonna take a seat and stay awhile, or are you gonna bolt?”

Santi turned back towards the door, not even realizing that he had been standing there with one foot on the porch steps while Frankie had been inside.

“That an invitation?” Santi accepted the beer that Frankie held out towards him and sat in one of the wooden chairs set out around a wrought iron table.

“You don’t need an invitation, cabrón,” Frankie scoffed quietly as he took the other chair and collapsed into it, cracking open his bottle and taking a long swig.

Santi nodded hesitantly. “You never know…things change.”

Frankie’s eyes jerked towards him. “They don’t change that much,” he replied with a warm firmness in his voice that somehow set all of Santi’s nerves at ease.

“So, that was the new baby, huh?” Santi nodded towards the house. “How old is…he?”

Frankie nodded, a small grin on his face. “18 months. Mateo James Morales.”

“Cute. And Charlie?” Santi had met Charlotte King when he had a brief month long leave and had crashed at Frankie’s old apartment. Charlie and Frankie had only been seeing each other for a couple of months, but it was clear that the physiotherapist was good for Frankie. She had that same fire that Santiago had, but in a way that cleared away all the bad shit in Frankie’s life, making room for all the good to come, instead of destroying everything in its path, the way Santi’s did. That, plus her kind heart and no-nonsense attitude, made her a perfect match for Frankie. It only took minutes of being in the same room with the two to feel the love they shared for each other and, because of that love, Santi came to love her too. Anyone who could make Frankie happy was a saint in Santi’s books.

“She’s good. She owns her own clinic now, which is nice. She sets her own prices and her own hours, plus she gets a cut of all the business that comes in, so we don’t really have to worry about money. Plus, she’s a lot happier now that she can spend more time at home with Mateo.”

“And you,” a warm voice added. Charlie stepped over the threshold and sat on the arm of Frankie’s chair, wrapping her free arm around her fiancé’s shoulders as she cuddled Mateo close with her other arm. Frankie craned his neck up to place a gentle kiss on her shoulder and Santi looked away.

He didn’t begrudge his friend his happiness at all. Frankie deserved it after helping Santi wade through the muck and grime over the past decade and a half. But he wanted exactly this. The family and the home and the warmth and the love.

“Hey Santi,” Charlie called, her warm eyes sparkling as she reached across the table to squeeze his hand.

“Hey Chuck,” he greeted with an impish grin, causing her to laugh.

“Wow, it’s been a while since anybody has called me that.”

Santi grimaced. “Yeah, sorry about that.”

Charlie shrugged delicately before passing Mateo to his father. “You can make it up to me by staying for dinner. I’m making that mushroom chicken that you liked so much last time.”

“That’s alright, I don’t want to impose—”

“Hey, cabrón. What did I say about invitations?” Frankie interjected, his harsh tone at odds with the silly grin on his face as he bounced his son up and down on his knee.

“I—”

“It’s settled. You’re staying,” Charlie ordered, a soft smile on her face as she stood. “Keep Mateo busy while I cook, flyboy?” She bent to nuzzle Frankie’s nose before placing a sweet kiss on his lips.

“Sí, mi amada,” Santi heard Frankie whisper softly before Charlie stepped away and disappeared inside, winking at Santi over her shoulder as the door swung closed. The boys sat in companionable silence for a few long minutes. Santi was desperate to say something, anything, for things to feel like they used to, but that wasn’t Frankie. Frankie was always content with silence, especially between friends. He didn’t need to fill up silences with platitudes or useless trivia. If he found someone he could sit in silence with and feel fulfilled, that person became incredibly important to him. He and Santi used to have that, and they could both feel the ghost of that bond floating just overhead, desperate to possess them again. But after a year apart, and the way they had left things, neither knew if they were capable of such a relationship again.

Luckily, it was Mateo who broke the silence, giggling loudly as he reached across the table towards Santi.

Santiago’s eyebrow cocked up as he glanced from the baby to Frankie and back again. “Friendly kid.”

Frankie chuckled. “Gets it from his Mamá.” Frankie considered his son for a moment before looking up at Santi. “Here.” Frankie stood and moved around the table, placing Mateo into Santi’s lap before he could refuse. Santi’s hands immediately came up to steady the chubby baby that had suddenly been plopped in his lap, eyes wide open in shock.

“Frankie, what the f—”

“Watch it, man. Young ears,” Frankie replied loftily, waving at his son, who was giggling and squirming in Santi’s lap.

“It’s not like he’s gonna remember,” Santi scoffed. Mateo was shocked into silence by the voice, only a questioning coo escaping the baby’s lips as he craned his neck around to look at Santiago. The baby and the soldier stared at each other for a long moment before Mateo squealed excitedly, clapping his hands, and grinning up at his father’s friend. He began babbling excitedly and crawling around to face him. He reached out to grip the neckline of Santi’s t-shirt and used the leverage to start pulling himself up to stand.

“Frankie…” Santi peered around the baby to stare at his friend, who was seemingly unperturbed by the events unfolding in front of him.

“18-month-olds learn about one or two words a week, hermano. If the F word is one of Mateo’s first words, I’m telling Charlie it’s on you.”

“And…uh…this?” he asked, Mateo now eye-to-eye with him and pulling at his greying curls.

Frankie sighed and sank deeper into his chair, pulling his cap further down on his forehead. “Just don’t drop him.”

Santiago sat stock still as Mateo tugged at his hair, pulled on his ears, and ran his hands up and down Santi’s stubbly cheeks, giggling all the way. Finally, the baby huffed and slapped his hands down on Santi’s shoulders and stared into his eyes.

The quiet slap could just as easily have been a thunderclap.

Santiago was transfixed.

This wasn’t some kid from a village in Colombia, or a baby that he happened to smile at in Afghanistan. This was his best friend’s son, his brother’s son. As close to his own flesh and blood as he had at the moment. A child born of love that relied on Frankie and Charlie for everything. A child who, if he hadn’t been such a dumbass, wouldn’t have spent the last 18 months not knowing his face. A child who might, if Santi was lucky, grow up calling him Tío Santi.

Santiago drew in a shuddery breath and gently pulled Mateo into a hug, giving the child lots of time to voice his displeasure, but it never came. Instead, the young boy cooed and rested his head against Santi’s shoulder. Santi blinked back the tears that had unexpectedly pooled in his eyes and met Frankie’s gaze across the table.

His old friend, his best friend, gave him a soft smile and an understanding nod as he watched his son bond with his uncle for the first time.

**********

“So, Santi, I’m not gonna lie. I was surprised when Frankie told me you were outside,” Charlie commented as she placed the last serving dish down on the table and took her seat next to Mateo’s empty highchair. “I thought Frankie said you were living in Australia now.”

“Didn’t work out,” Santi deflected, watching as Frankie entered the room after putting Mateo down to sleep.

“Her loss, man,” Frankie comforted lowly, giving Santi’s shoulder a squeeze as he sat down next to him and pulled the dish of chicken towards him.

The adults quietly passed dishes of roasted chicken smothered in mushroom cream sauce, mashed potatoes, almond green beans, and strawberry spinach salad and began to eat.

First bite, Santi groaned. “Oh my god, Charlie…”

Charlie laughed brightly. “You regret staying away for so long now, bud?”

Santi nodded; eyes closed in pleasure. “How hasn’t my boy here gotten fat with you cooking like this?”

Frankie chuckled under his breath. “Who says I haven’t?”

Charlie smiled lovingly at him and reached across the table to squeeze his hand. “You’re definitely not, handsome. But even if you were, I’d still love you.”

Frankie pressed a kiss to the back of her hand before releasing her to eat their dinners. “She does her best to keep me in shape. Hiking and swimming and shit.” Santiago winced at the thought and Frankie nodded commiseratingly at him. “Well, at least your knees haven’t given out on you yet, man.”

“If you were in the area, I’d get you set up at my clinic, Santi,” Charlie added. “I don’t know how much good it would do, but there are some exercises and stretches that might help ease the ache a little.”

Santi swallowed his bite of chicken and washed it down with a gulp of white wine before clearing his throat. “Actually, that’s kind of why I’m here.”

At his announcement, both Charlie and Frankie looked at him, dinners abandoned.

Santi swallowed down his nerves.

In…Out…In…Out…

“I, uh…I found a house about ten minutes away that I was thinking of buying,” he stated in an even voice that belied his nerves. Charlie set down her fork and Frankie turned his whole body to face him. “I sold my company in Colombia,” he explained, meeting Frankie’s eyes for a long moment. In actuality, he had sold his stash of weapons to the police force and taken a fairly large payout from the private contractor he had been working for. “And I worked for a security firm in Australia while I was there. But now…” Santi shrugged. “I just think it’s time for something permanent. But I didn’t want to buy so close to you guys without talking to you first. I know there might be some hard feelings, or that you might not want me around Mateo, but—”

“Santi, will you shut up please?” Charlie stood and marched around the table to stand in front of him. “Get up.” Santi glanced over at Frankie who just shrugged and jerked his chin at him. Slowly, hesitantly, Santi stood in front of his best friend’s girl and prepared for the worst.

Odds were, Charlie knew all about Colombia. Santi knew that Frankie didn’t keep secrets from his lady, and didn’t begrudge him at all, but he knew that this could only go badly.

Charlie didn’t want Frankie to go on the mission in the first place. The team had returned one man short and without the promised money. Frankie would have returned home carrying all the guilt and blood that he had worked so hard to shed since his honorary discharge. And the person who dragged him back in was now asking to live in the safety of their shadow.

Santi wouldn’t blame her if she never wanted to see him again, never wanted him to hold her child again, never wanted him to see his best friend again, never—

Santi melted into the warm arms that embraced him, one around his back and the other coming up to cup the back of his head, pulling him down to rest against her shoulder.

When Frankie had told him that Charlie was pregnant, Santi was shameful to say that he laughed. Spitfire, no-nonsense Chuck was gonna be a Mom? Are you kidding? She could match the squad drink for drink, curse for curse, any day of the week. She bullied men twice her size into following her exercise regimen for a living, twisting and manipulating their bodies into working properly again. Yet, now, Santi could see that there had always been a touch of motherhood to her. Her warmth and her kindness were what had drawn Frankie to her in the first place. Santi loved her for that, but now he loved her for so much more.

Finally, she pulled back and, much like her son, rested her hands on his shoulders and looked directly into his eyes. “If you even thought of moving somewhere else, I would take you out at the knees myself, bud.”

Santi chuckled, and if it was a little watery, nobody mentioned it.

Frankie stood and wrapped Santi up in a hug, pulling back only to say, “Welcome to the neighborhood, hermano. Mateo’s lucky to have his uncle around.”

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Santiago cleared his throat as he approached the front desk. The red-haired receptionist looked up and greeted him with a smile.

“Good afternoon, sir. How may I help you?”

“My name is Santiago Garcia. I’m supposed to have an appointment with Charlotte King?”

The receptionist tapped a few keys and nodded. “She’s just with a patient right now, but if you’d like to take a seat in our waiting room, she’ll be with you in a moment.”

Santi nodded and thanked the lady before moving into the small purple alcove off the reception desk and took a seat.

It had been a month since that dinner, and Santi was settling into his new routine nicely.

The sale of the house had gone as smoothly as it possibly could have (meaning, not at all), but the small old colonial style house was officially his and he loved it, despite it being quite the fixer upper. In fact, he loved it because it was a fixer upper.

At Frankie’s urging, Santi had reconnected with Benny and Will, who had taken it upon themselves to become his construction crew. Whenever Will wasn’t giving a speech or Benny wasn’t losing a fight, they were at the house, doing whatever needed to be done. Every Wednesday and Saturday, when he wasn’t teaching flying lessons or spending time with his son, Frankie joined them. Friday nights, he had dinner with Frankie and Charlie. Every Sunday, the whole crew got together and hung out at Frankie’s house. Charlie would cook something delicious, Santi would sit with Mateo in his arms, the Miller’s would do the dishes, and Frankie would hover around them all, making sure his family was safe and happy. It was everything Santi had wanted when he moved back home and more.

“Hey, Santi, sorry about that,” Charlie greeted as she appeared in the doorway of the waiting room.

Santi stood up and gave her a hug. “No worries, Chuck. I know you’re busy.”

Charlie smiled and gave him a friendly pat on the cheek. “If my staff starts calling me Chuck, I’m blaming you.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be careful,” he teased as he followed her out into the gymnasium-looking clinic. Long massage tables were set up around the periphery of the room while a series of gym apparatuses took up the bulk of the middle. A giant machine sat half-hidden behind a partial wall, and Pope could smell chlorine in the air.

At the end of the square gym was a long hallway, the therapy pool built into the wall on one side and a row of consultation rooms on the other.

Charlie pulled back the curtain on one of the consultation rooms and ushered him inside. Santi slid himself onto the massage table while Charlie sat on the circular rolling chair.

“So, listen…” Charlie began with a sigh. “I tried like hell to change things around and shuffle some patients up, but I wasn’t able to fit you into my schedule.”

Santi felt his heart sink a little. He wasn’t looking for a miracle. Hell no, his last ‘miracle’ surgery had only made things worse. But he had been hoping for at least a chance to live without chronic pain. “No worries, Chuck. Honestly. It was nice of you to—”

“Would you shut the fuck up and let me talk, please? Jesus, Santi, you’re worse than Benny sometimes,” she huffed, rolling her eyes. “I can’t fit you in with me, but I can get you in with Steve. We met when we were doing our DPT program, and he co-owns the place with me. You’ll like him.” Charlie met Santi’s wary gaze and smiled. “Listen, Santi. If you’re not comfortable with him, I’ll see what I can do about fitting you in with me sometime next month. But, please, give him a shot? For me?”

Santi felt himself soften and he grinned, nudging her knee with his foot. “Is that how you landed Frankie, Chuck? You flash him those puppy dog eyes?”

“The puppy dog eyes may or may not have played a part in getting him to put a ring on it. Then again, that might have been the three days of on and off labor to bring his son into the world,” she quipped as she rolled to the door to stick her head out through the curtain. “Hey, Steve! Your new patient is here!”

A shadow crossed the curtain as Charlie stood up, winking at him as she whispered, “You’re gonna be fine, hun.”

The curtain opened and a hulking man blocked a good portion of the light streaming down from the fluorescents. Stepping into the room, Santi blinked for a minute to let his eyes adjust, not even seeing Charlie slip out of the room.

The man was big. Bigger than Will and Benny, which was saying something. Not tall, but broad and muscular, a sleeve of tattoos decorating both arms. Bald with a gold stud in his ear.

What the fuck was Charlie thinking? This dude looked like he was about to break his legs, not help fix them.

Steve (and sweet Jesus, his name was Steve? Did his parents even think before naming him?) took the stool that Charlie had been sitting on and straddled it, rolling over to the table Pope was sitting on.

“Hey, man. I’m Steve,” he grinned brightly, holding out a hand for him to shake.

When their hands clasped, Pope understood why Charlie thought they would get along.

“Where did you serve?”

Steve laughed. “Two tours at a VA hospital in Germany after I got my Bachelor’s degree. Couldn’t afford to get my DPT without Uncle Sam footing the bill. How’d you know?”

Santi laughed. “Spent the last 14 years shaking hands with the brass. It gets pretty easy to tell who has a military handshake and who doesn’t.” At Steve’s questioning look, he continued. “Delta Force. Been all over kingdom come.”

“Ah, so you served with Frankie, huh?”

“Known ‘Fish ever since basic. Been close ever since,” Pope nodded.

Steve nodded with a laugh. “Yeah, I’ve got a couple like that. I’m sure it’s different because we never saw a battlefield, but I get it. Knowing you’re on the same side, being with the same people for years, it forges something.” Pope nodded thoughtfully for a moment before lapsing into silence. “So, I’m guessing all that running around for the good of our nation did some pretty serious damage to your knees, huh?”

Pope smirked, thankful for the out he was being given as he dove into his medical history.

**********

45 minutes later, Steve led Santi out to the main gym and pointed at one of the massage tables along the wall.

“Go hangout there for a minute. I’ll grab the printout of those exercises I was telling you about and a couple of cryo cuffs.”

Pope nodded and settled himself onto a table as Charlie guided her patient onto the table next to him.

“So, how did it go?” she asked as her patient unsteadily eased herself onto the table.

“Oh c’mon, Chuck, you know you were right.”

She shrugged with a tiny smirk on her face. “Well, yeah, but it doesn’t hurt to hear it every once in a while.”

Steve returned and Pope spent the next few minutes setting up his first appointment time, going over the home stretches Steve was giving him to work on, and allowing Steve to wrap both his legs in puffy blue leg braces that he then filled with ice water.

“Alright, man. Hang out here for as long as you want. Just give me a call when you’re ready to go.”

“Sure thing, thanks Steve.”

Pope gently lowered himself onto his back, head cushioned by a thin pillow as he allowed the frigid water to wash away the ache in his knees.

“…Alright, turn over onto your tummy and I’ll get the heating pad for your back,” Charlie informed her patient.

“Oh, you’re actually being nice today and letting me relax to finish off the session,” a playful voice responded, slightly muffled as she turned herself onto her stomach, facing away from Pope so he could only see her hair.

“I’m always nice,” Charlie snarked with a smile as she moved to the steamer and removed a thick heating pad, quickly wrapping it in a cloth and draping it over her patient’s back.

“Don’t let her fool you,” Santi piped up, grinning at his friend. “Charlie’s an awful human being. Stole my best friend and everything.”

The responding giggles sent shivers up his spine as the patient turned her head towards him and he met her eyes for the first time.

“Don’t I know it,” she teased, but Santi barely heard her.

Warm, provoking eyes were framed by long dark lashes that just skimmed her cheekbones when she blinked. A small smile played across full lips, framed by soft looking skin. In short, she was stunning, even with her sweat soaked brow and her slightly hitched breathing.

In…Out…In…Out…

“Yeah, okay Santi,” Charlie’s teasing voice pulled him from his stunned reverie. “I’m so awful I was about to ask if you had dinner plans. You could come see your best friend and your nephew, but I guess I’m too awful of a person to do that.”

“What’s cooking?” he asked, pulling his eyes away from this woman who had definitely caught him by surprise.

Charlie shrugged. “We were just gonna order some pizza and wings. Frankie texted me and said Ben has some sample tile for you to look at for your bathrooms. Will offered to bring beer.”

“Sounds good.”

“Sweet. Now stop being a dick and tell everyone how wonderful I am.”

“Yes ma’am,” he called, laughing under his breath as she sauntered away. He brought his eyes back to the woman lying next to him and found her watching him with an amused look that was peeking out through the space between her hair and her shoulder. “She isn’t that great,” he joked.

She laughed again, and Santi found himself scrambling for another witty comment so he could hear the sound again.

“Trust me, I know,” she responded, adjusting her arms so that they still pillowed her head, but she could now see properly. “She’s been beating on me for weeks.”

“That sounds like Chuck,” he laughed.

She giggled again and Pope preened under her gaze. “Oh, I am so calling her that now.”

He winced with a smile. “She might actually kill me if you do.”

“Oh well, we don’t want that,” she smirked, raising her head a little. “Don’t worry, I’m pretty sure physiotherapists have to follow the whole ‘do no harm’ thing too. I’ll make sure she can’t hurt you.”

“Thanks, I feel much safer now,” he smiled softly, crow’s-feet crinkling happily at his eyes. He reached a hand out into the empty space between their tables. “I’m Santiago, but most people just call me Santi.”

She smiled and shifted so she could free one of her arms to shake his hand. “I’m Rebecca. It’s nice to meet you, Santi. What are you in for?”

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