#Fifty-Fifty Martinis

[askwhatsforlunch]

Fifty-Fifty Martinis

One of the simplest cocktails --and martinis-- to mix, these Fifty-Fifty Martinis are nonetheless a beautiful, bright and elegant tipple. One would expect no less from a Harry Craddock creation! Happy Saturday!

Ingredients (serves 1):

45 millilitres/1 1/2 fluid ounces (3 tablespoons) good quality London Dry Gin

45 millilitres/1 1/2 fluid ounces (3 tablespoons) good quality dry vermouth

two dashes orange bitters

2 lemon peels, to garnish (optional)

In a mixing glass, combine London Dry Gin, vermouth and orange bitters. Fill with ice cubes and gently stir with a cocktail spoon.

Strain into two chilled cocktail glasses, and garnish with lemon twists, if desired.

Enjoy Fifty-Fifty Martinis immediately.

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WATCHLIST 2022: Fifty Shades of Grey

[jrueships]

if will and tray don't make up in season 2 im ****ing myself

[gojoshooter]

Hi bestie. I was at a party and saw this shit. Can you write a scenario/hc where gojo's crush uses his glasses as a reflective surface/mirror to put on her lipstick. Just curious how you think this would play out but this is somewhat so cute to me.

annon im snatching your brain 🏃 this is hella cute

Fifty Shades Of Friendship

an. both seem to like shades—you, on his eyes and him, on your lips

It's a chilly November night, and you're sitting by the bar counters in a little end-year party by your best friend and beloved classmate of Jujutsu High. The charming party host— no other than Gojo Satoru sits beside you on one of the stools and waves towards the under classmen messing around on the dance floor. It's not too late when his eyes land on your smudged petal pink lips, probably caused by the Martini you sipped with it's brim.

He snorts, sitting up his slacked back from the counter and pointing at your lip. “Look at that y/n, who did you make out with this time?” It's some sort of default setting of his phsycology to make remarks on his crush bestfriend, that is, you, like some damned antibody.

Raising your eyebrows, your fingertips reach for your lip by instinct. “Mm?” he rests his cheek on his knuckles, giving a soft smile “Yes your lips. Who was it, Nanami?” and he receives an eyer roll “Haibara. I knew it” “Martini, ’toru”

Then you're looking around the club, trying to find a quick reflecting surface... none. Hmm, you think, as you take out a wipe along with your rosy-coral lipstick. You're still looking around, when your eyes slide to Gojo's loud chortle watching his dorky juniors. An adorable laugh, and then, oh— there it is, makshift mirror.

Holding his cheeks by your fingers, your turn the white head and watch as a tiny tiny gasp slips out of your bosom buddy “’toru, can you look here for a second?” he binks, nodding unconsciously as his vision drops lower towards your lip that you jut out so adorably. He might just put his on yours.

Phew, if it wasn't for the club's lights, Gojo's red face would've been exposed. Dragging your bar stool, you slip closer to his shades and begin fixing your makeup. He watches your soft lips through the translucent black glasses, occasionally travelling to your puppy shaped eyes.

His cheeks almost match the colour of your lipstick by the time you're done and when your attention finally penetrates the surface of his glasses, you can almost make out his glacier eyes looking back at your softer browns... oh. Butterflies, butterflies in stomach.

Your leaning back straightens comically fast. Coming out of trance, Gojo blinks and looks away rubbing his warm neck. “Woah- woah...” oh gosh, and his pitch comes out way higher than it originally is? Did that little moment effect him someway? You tuck a strand of hair behind, wondering.

“Pretty, y/n... I like it” you smile lightly at his comment, taking your drink back from the counter. And just for the virtue of conformation, you reply softly “You like it ’toru?” a small lick on the corner of your lip, while you try to conceal your uncontrollable smile. Best friends to lovers doesn't sound like a bad trope afterall... “Would you not like to ruin it again?”

There it is—got him, not even the club lights can hide cheeks that red.

masterlist !!

ps. shy gojo >>>> also like and rbs are appreciated<333

tags. @anubisisthebomb @dianagracesworld @stellagrangerreads12 @momochina-sama @xxkay15xx @ruins-posts @4sat0ruu @therealjustpeachesback

[perpetuelledaydreaming]

Would've Could've Should've | prologue

listen to: Would've Could've Should've- Taylor Swift| Happiness Is a Butterfly - Lana del Rey (playlist here)

warnings: power imbalance (teacher, student), 20+ years age gap, toxic relationships. Drinking. Implied smut. Grief. As the story progresses warnings will be added.

series masterlist + read the next chapter early on my ko-fi!!

He was already inside the bar, quite a while there before you entered it. You didn’t notice him at first, not really. You were too spent to notice him first. The dimly lit room, sparsely populated with only a few patrons scattered around didn’t allow you to get a good look at him. 

He, instead, noticed you right away. There was something about you, a melancholy that he himself felt. It wasn’t per se that you’d made it obvious. No. The older he got, the more he simply knew things. Sometimes. Not all the time. Not really, right now as he nursed the whiskey in his hand, he only felt lost. He stole a glance at you, he noticed the way your face was contorting as you stared at your phone for a moment, the way you struggled not to cry for a single second. Eyes changing, a small kind smile, to Jimmy who asked you for your order. 

“A Martini?” 

He liked your voice. He enjoyed the way it was soft, the way you weren’t ordering anyone, he enjoyed the doubt, he relished in it. He enjoyed it when he was young and didn’t know much. It made you seem as if you hadn’t ordered it before. The corners of his lips tugged slightly before he sipped again on his whiskey, looking away momentarily. 

The bartender, an old man that night, brought you your drink silently. You took it and stared at it for a moment. Your mother wouldn’t like you drinking. She wouldn’t agree. It wasn’t you. You knew she was right, it wasn’t your thing to drink on a Tuesday night. It wasn’t you to cut out all of your friends. It wasn’t like you to move to the other side of the country without telling anyone. But the more you thought, without her, who did you really have?

Looking up suddenly, you feel his gaze and turn, your eyes meet his. His eyes were a deep shade of blue. He was approximately in his late forties, early fifties if you weren’t forgiving. His hair was soft and black, with a hint of white in the corners. There was an air about him that suggested he was cold and intelligent. You weren’t sure how to react, you stared at him. 

And then he smiled at you.  

“First drink of the day?” his voice low and raspy as his eyes fell on the Martini. 

If you were honest, it was your first drink in over a year. You hadn’t had time to drink while you were taking care of your mom. As you sat there, you realized that you hadn’t done a lot of things in your life. 

“Yeah,” you breathed out with difficulty. 

He stares when your hair falls in soft waves around your face. He’d seen his fair share of beautiful people but he felt drawn to you in a way he couldn’t quite decipher. A moth to a flame. You shine, sparkling like champagne in the light but then you again, you seemed like you wanted to hide. 

“You?” you asked, watching him intently. 

Beau shook his head. “Not my first,” he confessed. For some reason, he felt self-conscious about the way you were looking at him. He was probably too old for this. In truth, you were thinking he looked lonely too. And for a moment, since your mother, you felt seen. 

“What’s your name?” you asked him, a little bit more forward than before. 

“Beau,” he said. 

“Very French,” you answered, smiling approvingly. 

It didn’t suit him. He seemed to be the type of the men who had a stronger name at first glance but the more you stared at him, you believed you were missing something.  

“You?”

He smiled approvingly as well when you told him. He repeated it, slowly, he enjoyed the way it rolled off his tongue. You relished the way he said it. His eyes crinkle as he smiled at you. A surprising softness in the way he looked at you, made your heart beat faster for a moment. 

“What do you do?”

“Right now, I’m a student,” you answered, honestly. 

Beau cursed himself as his gaze traveled through your whole body. You didn’t give it away. A black pair of heel boots, those jeans, an oversize cream sweater. He understood it was cold, it was December, but you were dressed more conservatively than any of his students. It was also the way you carried yourself, there was a halo about you. You were grown up or you’d been forced to grow up. 

“You don’t look like a student to me,”

You raised your eyebrows as you sipped your Martini. “What do I look like to you?” you asked, giving him a sly side glance. 

Beau’s heart faltered for a moment. At least, that’s what he believed. The way your face lit up, it was a work of art. You were so beautiful, it was almost unfair. It was unfair that you probably hadn’t been born by the time he’d chosen a wife, it was unfair that he hadn’t met you before, it was unfair that he met you today when he’d fought with his wife for what it seemed like the million time this week. 

“I’m not sure,” he answered clearing his throat once he caught that he’d been silent for too long. “You just seemed more mature than for being a student,”

Suddenly, you felt stunned. The statement slices a painless cut in you. He wouldn’t know. He shouldn’t have known that’s what every adult told you since you were a kid. That you’ve always been responsible and mature, that you’ve always been able to relate more to adults, that you never needed someone to take care of you, that you were the one taking care of your mom. For the first time in forever, you don’t relish what he believes is a compliment. 

“It must be a lot,” he said when he figured your mind had gone somewhere else. 

“What?”

“To be as mature as you are,” he answered. “I understand,”

You are stunned, once again. You gaze at him as he takes the last sip of his whiskey and with a sigh, he gazed back at you. You were watching him wide-eyed, searching his features for something. He can see it, the way he just stroked a chord. You were watching him as if he’d known you your whole life. 

 “You want another drink?”

You pressed your lips together as you stared at the Martini for a moment, you tilted your head sideways as you weighed your options. The more responsible part of you thought that you should leave it at that. The other part, well, that other part was the one you’ve been holding back. 

“Thank you,” you said with a nod. 

Beau ordered both of your drinks with a certain ease. He wasn’t like the men you met before. He wasn’t like the boys your age. He didn’t seem cruel. He didn’t seem as insecure as they were. He didn’t seem too entranced by the idea of sex. He seemed like he actually cared. 

“What actually brought you here, if I may ask?” he said quietly as he took another sip of the whiskey. 

“I’m a student,” you answered, drinking your second Martini. “They called me because I’m the best,”

Beau smirked slightly. Nodding, he drank. He savored the way you’d said that you were the best, he enjoy confidence. For him, when he was your age, it seemed like it was the only thing he had. Sure, he was good looking and he was good with planes, but honestly what made him was his confidence. He gazed at you, those eyes looking at him through those long lashes, you felt like a dream. 

“You?”

Beau sighed defeatedly. “Been living here since my twenties,” he said. 

“Never left?”

“Left a lot of times,”

You nodded softly as your eyes took him in. You hadn’t noticed previously, but there, under his leather jacket, you easily could identify the beige uniform. He was Navy. By his age, he was probably an Admiral. You watch him drinking the whiskey, not aware of the way you suddenly tensed up. You could always ask him about it. You could always let him know that you were going to become a student in the next week at Top Gun, you could leave it at this. Selfishly though, you didn’t want to. 

It’d been a while since you’d met someone who actually caused an impression on you. 

“So, Beau,” you said softly. “Tell me about you with one rule,”

His lips tugged upward softly as he watched you, the way you were tilting your head, the way your cheeks were tinted with pink, your rosy lips, that sly smile. 

“Anything you want, doll,” he teased.

He saw you pressing your lips together, trying to drown the smile you felt. He could see how your eyes shimmered at the nickname. Maybe he’d embarrassed you and he truly had, doll sounded like something from the 80s but then again, it’d made your heart flip on your chest.

“Nothing about work,” you said softly, taking a sip and peacefully waiting. 

Beau’s brows furrowed for a moment. He waited, but you didn’t elaborate. A faint alarm could be heard in the back of his mind, but he ignored it. 

“Done,” 

The night passed along. You talked about Queen and Aerosmith. Beau told you how he was never really interested in the Royal Family, you talked about how your mother had told you about Princess Diana since you could remember. You talked about politics but both of you decided to drop the topic soon enough because it was getting to a heated conversation. You talked about ‘One-Hundred Years of Solitude’, how Beau’s father had forced him to read it while you’d stolen it from your mother. You discussed the Yellow butterflies and the way Remedios rose to the sky. He talked about his father and his mother, and how strict they were. You laughed at the stories of his youth, and when he asked you about yours, you told him that you’d been a quiet girl with not many stories to tell. He’d told you that you were still young, that you could still make stories. You wondered if he meant he could be part of them. Then, you talked about what you’re going to do for Christmas and New Year's, you end up telling him that you are going to be alone since you don’t know anyone here and your mom’s gone. 

You don’t expect it to roll so easily off your tongue if you were honest. The warmth of the alcohol fills your belly in such a pleasant way, bubbles climb to your brain and so suddenly your chest doesn’t ache so badly as you tell him that she was sick and had been gone for a month. Beau, who also began to feel like he was levitating around his fifth drink, gazes back at you with a puzzled look. 

When his parents passed away, although he didn’t express much. He always felt comforted by the presence of Lauren and his kids. All of them knew he was sad but he never said anything, all of them knew he needed them. He bit his inner cheek as he recalled those days, the days when he clung to Lauren and his family. It didn’t pass through his mind that he’d been looking for time to get away from them in those days. 

“So, honestly, why are you here?” he then asked softly. “If you’re alone, you could’ve stayed with your friends,”

You shrugged. 

“That’s not an answer,” he said more sternly. You snorted softly while sipping the last of your fifth Martini. In fifteen minutes midnight would come and now you didn’t have it in yourself to be a bit more careful with your words. 

“I don’t want to tell you,” you confessed. 

Beau gave you one of his amused looks. 

“No?”

“No,” you answered shaking your head as you stared at him. His face was lit up with amusement as he stared at you, biting his lower lip. You took a deep breath as you weighed your options, you decided on the latter. “Because you’ll never want to fuck me,”

For a moment Beau thought he didn’t hear you correctly. And then he looked at you, you were dripping beauty, youthfulness. Your eyes for a moment, he could see, were full of lust and that confidence that he now felt so deprived of. There was something inside of him that woke up with you. 

“I didn’t mean,” you began to retract as soon as he didn’t answer. 

Beau shook his head, worried he might’ve offended you and suddenly he held you had. 

Your breathing stopped as you watched his large hand covering yours, holding you. He was cold, goosebumps erupted on your skin as you watched him touch you, then your eyes fell on his. You could see he was trying to hold back, fighting with himself about what he should do. He exhales a sigh. 

“I’m just too old for a girl like you,” he answered softly but he gets closer to you, closer than he’d ever been throughout the whole night. 

Beau, who had been planning to return to his house where his wife was with his three children, was suddenly secretly waiting that you would fight him back on it. He watched you take in the answer as you bit your cheek and nodded softly, for a moment looking away but then scooting closer to him.

“Maybe you’re right,” you answered. 

“What?”

You shrugged but still, he waited for an answer, mostly demanding it by the way he was looking at you. 

“I believe I’m not too young for me to fuck you,” you answered with a Cheshire smile. “Maybe, you’re just too old to fuck me,”

Beau scoffed a small chuckle and for the first time his smile spread all over his face, his eyes crinkled as he watched you in awe, your face lit up in a soft laughter. “I can’t believe you just said that,” he mumbled.

“You’ve given me more alcohol than I’ve had in nine months, this is your fault,” you said shaking your head. You looked around the bar, it was almost empty now. “I’m going to go home,” you finally stated. 

“Let me take you,” Beau said in a hurry as he felt you slipping away. 

You looked back at him for a moment and then down at your hands, his touch lingering. For a moment, you wanted to let him take you but then you saw the gold band on his finger. Swallowing hard you stared at it for a moment. Everything had been so good until that moment, your heart aches at the thought. It wasn’t fair. 

“You’ve been drinking,” you stated as you pulled your hand away, for a moment, the better part of you taking control of yourself. 

“You can’t seem to hold down your liquor,” he answered as he placed some bills on the bar. Nodding towards the older guy while you put on your coat, faster than he expected you to. 

Beau didn’t really know what to do with himself but when he realized, he was closer to you than ever before. So close that he could smell the vanilla and almonds scent from your hair. You tilted your head up, gazing at him for a moment. 

And then just then he realized he never wanted to stop seeing you. 

“If you take me home we will have sex,” you whispered. 

“I don’t see anything wrong in that,” he breathed out. 

You raised your eyebrows at the statement. He didn’t seem to be insincere, he was telling you the truth. But you couldn’t believe it, not even if you wanted to. So, you asked again. 

“You sure you don’t?” you asked, watching him through your long lashes. Beau didn’t answer, he simply shook his head as his hand suddenly fell on your hip. You swallowed hard as you stared at him, pretending that his hand touching you didn’t light a fire inside of you. 

“I don’t want you to fall in love with me,” you finally breathed out. 

A last attempt to dissuade him and yourself, to pull back. But as you heard yourself you knew that it wasn’t true, what you really meant was ‘I don’t want to fall in love with you’. 

“I think it’s too late for that,” 

author's note: I'm so excited about this fic! Let me know your thoughts! I had a depressive episode this week lols. so it's been hard to write but I'm really proud that I've forced myself to write this!

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[t00thpasteface]

"Thats an interesting work-out POD-ray, youve got a hundred fifty bellyaching pounds backside. If you get tired, just empty his hollow leg, probably half the poundage right there."

benefits of mulcahy inviting hawkeye over to work out:

hawkeye makes a LOT of comments on how big and strong mulcahy is (boosts morale)

convenient weight to use for pushups, bench presses, holding down mulcahy's legs for situps/crunches (giving a lil smooch every time he sits up), etc

hawkeye can go grab water and bring it back as needed (martinis do not rehydrate, you should know this hawkeye, you're a doctor and an alcoholic)

drawbacks of inviting hawkeye:

he assumed that the offer to work out together was a euphemism for sex and is kind of pouty that it actually wasn't

[inversefunction]

everyone's a little late on mondays

built into our muscles twitch an hour

open before alarms go off fuck but

all of this again oh well that’s the life

we tell ourselves something like fifty

times a year i keep the books open until

ten anyway so i can sit and have my coffee

not worry about morning traffic and potholes

in center lanes no i can do my crossword

take an extra ten minutes in the shower

get enough done so by day’s end i feel like

i’ve already won the week and if its nice out

i call a neighbor out and down the street

for martinis on a patio - gin, up with a lemon

-rb.xyz

[kahahns]

KATHRYN HAHN fifty-one . bisexual . actor, producer . she/her a perfect day looks like.. ✮ It's cruising down a quiet country road, an oldies playlist blasting. It's an espresso martini in hand, dancing barefoot without a care. It's taking over a Karaoke machine at a dive bar. It's volunteering at the animal shelter, trying to resist the urge of adopt another. It’s introducing new friends to ranch water, lighting candles, and curating my crystal collection like a modern-day alchemist. And of course, my coven is always open to welcoming new witches. #witchplease ( @hollywoodfamerp )

[shy-girl04]

the problem with ageing

is that by twenty-one years old

everything’s allowed: every film,

every spirit, every sexual position –

and all you have to wait for

is a free ride on the bus,

and half-price half-size lunches

if i were minister of culture

i would alter legislation:

beer and wine with food at sixteen;

vodka jelly, nineteen; gin at twenty-one;

twister lollies, twenty-three;

hot-air balloon rides, thirty

candyfloss at thirty-eight

cocktails only when you’re forty-one

baileys, sixty-seven

imagine the parties; frantic groups

of adults, skin still too unlived

to buy martinis at the bar, calling up their elders

for tips on how to contour wrinkles

guys pleading with bouncers

they are definitely forty, even forty-three

grey hair dye flying from the shelves

grandmas begged outside the offy

friends telling friends they’re so lucky

to look fifty when they’re only

early-forties so they can finally get into

the penguin enclosure at the zoo

and at the fun fair,

queues of sixty-year-old lovers

old enough at last

to ride the ferris wheel at night

outside the cinema,

just-retired friends scrunching faces

fake walking sticks and wigs,

to sneak into the new erotic movie;

certificate eighty-seven

and at ninety-five,

for those lucky few who make it

hobbling to the sweet shop

legal age at last

to buy watermelon bubble gum

and blow it in the street

Hollie McNish

[cipheramnesia]

Helen was a woman who seemed like she had life figured out. A great job, smart friends, and a perfect place in the city. Until with one missed flight... her life turned upside down!

Now this big city girl is stuck in a small town. Small problems ["I just need a martini" "I can git ya a beer"] small rooms ["Unbelievable!' she is trying to move around a bed taking up 90% of a room] but big love! [dramatic reveal of a generic looking guy] If she can make it through one night, she might be ready to marry The One.

But this perfect match isn't as good as it seems! ["Look at this... a dozen murders, all the same"] And now it's up to Helen's best friends to stop her from making a deadly decision. ["Why can't you just be happy for me!" "He's a killer, Helen!"] And every step closer to solving the crime, could be their last.

But what Helen's friends don't know is that Helen has a secret. ["This woman can look like anyone, be anywhere, and its our job to catch her." "If you see her on the floor, don't say a word, just get her out."] Now the world's greatest con artist is taking on the greatest con she ever pulled. ["You're telling me that this man is secretly the world's most prolific serial killer... and he has a vault filled with one hundred and fifty million in pure gold bars?"] With the highest stakes she's ever bet. Her life.

Coming this summer, a romantic thriller heist movie comedy: Getting Away With It All.

[cloudlessly-light]

Hotch and Em are going out with the team for the first time after they found out about their relationship. And them being cutie and softie around each other like constantly touching one another, using pet names and smiling. And the team being like “wtf” because they never thought they’ll be like that.

I’m sucker for teams “wtf face”. Especially Reid’s and Derek’s☺️

A/N: Hey Anon! I initially wanted more of a "wtf" type of reactions but this is what I ended up with, I hope you still like it! Title: Inside this place is warm   Summary: It's the first time the team is out after Emily and Aaron starts dating. Word Count: 2.3k Rating: Explicit Warnings: Smut, oral, consumption of alcohol, fluff, my horrible attempt at humor

Aaron and Emily had been together only a couple of months when the rest of the team finds out. They weren’t supposed to find out as quickly as they did, but a bad timed kissed led to Penelope catching them and only a few hours later the team all knew and Aaron and Emily had a lot of awkward questions to answer.

It had been an easier transition for the team than either of them had imagined, nothing but support and mumbles of I knew it and you owe me fifty bucks being heard around the room. They clearly hadn’t been as smooth as they thought. So they stop hiding their relationship, but they never flaunt it either. It’s careful touches when they’re alone, nothing they hadn’t been doing before the team found it, but there’s a new type of comfort between them now. It’s a subtle change, something an outsider looking in would never notice. But the team notices and they’re happy for their friends.

“If I didn’t want you happy I’d be grossed out from that smile on your face.” Derek teases her as they talk on the jet back from another case.

“Shut up.” Emily tries to frown but the corners of her mouth still tug upwards as her eyes lock with Aaron’s across the plane. “Are you excited to go out tomorrow?” She decided to change the subject and ignores the eyeroll her friend sends her.

“Yes, it’ll be good to get out, we haven’t been out in a while, I need to get my groove thang on.” His eyebrows wiggle and she bursts out laughing and the ridiculous way he always describes dancing. “Besides seeing you and boss man outside of work will be fun as well, maybe we’ll get to see him without that stick up his ass.”

He should have expected the kick directed at his shin the second the words are out of his mouth.

*

Derek had been right though, Aaron and Emily were different outside of work, but exactly how different they were took them all by surprise. It started with Aaron kissing her cheek before going to get them drinks, in the few months they had been together the team had never seen even that simple of a gesture besides when Penelope caught them kiss. When Emily turned to look at them as he left she found Penelope and JJ grinning at her.

“What?” She asked as the two blondes looked at her with knowing grins.

“Nothing.”

“Nothing.”

They said at the same time. They didn’t want to scare Emily away from showing affection towards him and if they made a big deal out of it, chances were that they wouldn’t. They wanted their friends to be comfortable around the team when they weren’t working, even if the change was something to get used to. The brunette gives them a look of confusion but it’s gone as quick as it came as Aaron, Derek and Dave comes back with drinks.

“Martini for you, sweetheart.” Aaron smiles as he places the glass down in front of her before sitting down next to her. She leans into his side the moment he’s beside her and her hand falls to his thigh.

“Thanks honey.” She takes her drink and meets Spencer’s confused eyes. “What are you staring at Reid?”

“I was just…” The younger man starts but catches Derek violently shaking his head behind the couple and he stops speaking “Did you know that olives contain vitamin E and oleic corrosive which makes the skin tighter and people use it to keep from getting wrinkles?” He changes the subject fast, his eyes locking on the olive in her glass.

“Are you calling me old?” She deadpans and Derek shakes his head at him as Spencer visibly panics.

“No, no! I was just stating a fact…”

“Who wants to dance?” Penelope interrupts him before he can finish and Spencer breathes a sigh of relief and immediately gets up, something he never would have done in any other situation than this one.

“I do!”

“You guys go ahead.” Dave says and watches as JJ grabs Spencer and Derek and Penelope follow the pair to the dancefloor.

“You want to dance?” Aaron asks as his hand strokes the small of her back and Emily shakes her head.

“No, you’re going to need another drink in you first.” She arches her eyebrow and it makes him laugh.

Dave watches them quietly, not surprised that the couple seemed oblivious to the rest of the world the moment they were able to be Emily and Aaron. He watches the gentle smile on Aaron’s face and how Emily kept leaning into him, never moving further away from his body than she had to.

“I’m happy for you.” He tells them and clinks his glass with theirs. When Emily’s cheeks turn pink and Aaron only smiles bigger he winks at them,

An hour later Aaron finds himself holding her against him as they sway to the music. Her back is pressed against him, her ass grinding into his groin and his hands tighten around her hips. He smiles into the crook of her neck when she moans softly as his fingers press against old bruises hidden under her clothes.

“They’re freaking out.” She tells him as she turns on his arms. She wraps her arms around his neck and she feels his large hand press against her lower back to hold her close.

“Let them. They’ll get used to it.” He mumbles before leaning down to kiss her. He only means for it to be a quick thing stamped against her lips but she’s quick to deepen it, her hold only tightening on the back of his neck. When she pulls back her eyes are dazed and he sees the flush on her cheeks.

“Another drink?” She asks before he as time to say anything and he nods, his hand easily finding hers as they make their way back to the table.

“You guys want anything? I’m going to the bar.” Emily says as Aaron sits down next to Derek at the booth.

“I’ll come with you.” Dave says and they quickly make their way through the crowd.

“So,” JJ says as Derek grins beside him. “this is you outside of work? Or are you putting on a show to mess with us?”

“Sorry, this is it.” He chuckles as he relaxes into the seat, but continuously look toward the bar, his eyes automatically finding her. “What can I say, I love her.” He shrugs and while JJ smiles Derek looks at him like he’s grown a second head. “Just you wait Morgan.”

Emily squeezes in beside him not long after that and his arm comes around her shoulders. His lips find her temple as she places the drinks on the table and she quickly turns to catch his lips in a gentle kiss. Her hand finds it’s place on his leg under the table and when she looks back at her friends she finds that they are all staring at them.

“Okay so we kiss and touch when we aren’t working? What did you expect? That we kept five feet apart at all times?”

“To be honest… I kind of thought you guys had sex with the suits still on.”

“Penelope!”

*

They get home that same night warm from alcohol and a good night. He unlocks the door to his apartment and easily takes her coat when she’s stepped inside.

“Tonight was fun.” She said as she makes her way to the kitchen to get them a bottle of water each.

“It was.” He agrees as he follows her and pulls her into his arms. “You did not have to give them all those details about our sex life though.” He teases as her eyebrow arches.

“Oh honey, the girls would get all those details at girl’s night anyways. And Pen would have told Derek who would have told Spencer.” She smirks as his hands tighten on her waist. “Besides, can’t have them walking around thinking our sex life is anything less than fantastic.”

“I would say it’s way beyond fantastic.” He mumbles before leaning down to kiss her. He feels her sigh into the kiss, his tongue easily prying her lips apart as they start to move through the apartment.

By the time Emily falls against the edge of the bed she’s naked and panting. His rough fingers are moving over her body as she works on his belt and all she can think about is how much she wants him. She falls on her knees in front of him and tugs his pants and boxers down. With a smirks as she grabs his length, half hard and hot in her hand and she gently strokes him. When he groans she feels a rush of want through her body, his voice always her kryptonite.

“Baby.” He strokes her cheek as she takes the tip of him between her lips and his fingers move from her face and into her hair. He grips the soft strands gently but doesn’t tug or push, content with letting her set the pace as she starts to bop her head. Her tongue moves against the underside of his rapidly hardening cock as she takes him all the way down her throat. “Fuck I love your mouth.” He whispers and she moans around him, her eyes flicking up to watch the want on his face.

Emily flushes as she sees the tip of his tongue drag over his bottom lip, feels the dull ache between her legs and she squeezes her thighs together. She pulls back to lick and suck on his head, tastes the precum lingering there as her hand comes to jerk the base of him. She watches as Aaron’s head tips back and another rumble leaves him, this one deeper and lower and his fingers tighten in her hair.

He knows that if she wanted to she’d make him come right then and there, but he wanted her, needed her and after another few moments of enjoying the heat of her mouth around him he pulls her off him.

“Want you.” He mutters as an answer to her unanswered question and quickly helps her to stand. “Are you wet?” It’s a whisper between kisses as he pushes her back against the bed.

“Always for you.” She nods breathlessly and he hums appreciatively. Then his fingers are moving through her, one finger dipping inside of her before moving to rub her clit.

“You’re right, always so receptive. I’ve barely touched you baby.” He nips on her bottom lips and pulls it between his teeth making her gasp.

“I’ve wanted you all night.” There’s a slight whine in her voice that she’ll deny if he ever brought it up and he feels her legs spreading wider. He pulls back just enough angle himself against her, but not before sucking her wetness off his fingers with a growl.

When he finally pushes inside of her it’s slow, forcing her to feel every inch of him as he stretches her. He bites back his own sound of pleasure as he presses as deep inside of her as possible, Emily’s moan sounding loud through the apartment. He gives her a moment to get used to the stretch before moving back until only the tip of his cock remained inside of her, with a smirk he thrusts inside of her just as slowly.

“Aaron.” She gasps as he sets a pace that’s just slow enough to get her to the edge but never actually making her fall off it. “Harder, faster, fuck anything.” She claws at his shoulders and arms, tries to grind into him but his heavy hands pin her hip against the bed.

“Feel me baby.” He whispers as he looks between their bodies. “Watch us.”

Emily lifts her head enough to watch as his cock, shiny with her, pushes inside of her repeatedly, and she can’t tear her eyes away from it.

“Fuck that’s hot.” She whispers and he nods before catching her lips in a kiss. When he pulls back he finally starts to move faster above her. His fingers interlocks with hers as his lips trail over her neck.

“You’re clenching me so good.” He groans as she starts to tighten around him, her orgasm nearing as he keeps hitting against her spot.

Emily bites down on his shoulder as her body gives into him, she knows that it’ll bruise, loved when he had evidence of her on his body. She comes with a muffled moan, his name on her lips as she shakes through her orgasm.

Aaron isn’t far behind, his hips moving harder until he comes spurting inside of her, only prolonging her pleasure as she feel the heat of him. He jerks against her, kisses her deeply as he comes down and doesn’t stop until the need for air makes his lungs burn.

“I love you so fucking much.” She says breathlessly as he rolls to the side, but is quick to pull her with him until she’s laying on top of him.

“I love you too.” He smiles into another kiss before relaxing into the bed. His fingers trace along her spine as she gently plays with his chest hair. “Monday will be unbearable won’t it?”

“Yes. But you can just give them one of those Hotch stares and it’ll be alright.” She teases and lifts her head to smile at him.

“Didn’t work on you now did it?” He smiles back as his hand moves to squeeze one of her ass cheeks.

“Well it used to, until it turned me on.” She let out a laugh when he turned them around so he was hovering above her.

“Dirty girl.” His voice filled with adoration that made her blush even as she bit her bottom lip.

“And you know just how dirty I can be.”

[eden-baileyrp]

Starter for: @celineediz Where: Louisiana Lunar Observatory

Honestly, Eden wasn't entirely sure what this fundraiser was for, she was just aware it was full of incredibly boring people. Mostly it seemed they were over fifty years old, more money than sense, and that also went for her 'date' for the night. A yacht broker who was sat on a pile of family money that he was more than happy to throw at Eden a couple of times a month to make him look good at the charity events he was invited to. Plus he tipped her incredibly well so she always made sure to make room for his bookings when they came up, but often they involved a lot of people watching for her while he schmoozed various other big wigs from around town, and tonight her eye had been caught by a young woman across the other side of the room.

Sipping her martini as she watched her over the rim she wondered to herself if she was older or younger than her, and also what her hair care routine was because that shit was glossy as hell. After a moment she squeezed the arm of the man she was making look better, murmuring in his ear that she needed to use the powder room, and crossing the expansive room until she reached the other. "I'm impressed, working with The Mayor is certainly an aspiration a lot of us have - how long have you been with him?" She clearly had his ear from the amount they spoke that night not to mention how she was never too far away from him in distance, Eden just assumed since she was never the only escort in the room at this kind of thing, the other shared her career path.

[hammerbacks]

wip wednesday:

more of the actor!bond au i've had running around in circles in my head lately... @mi6-cafe

“Vodka martini. Shaken, not stirred.” 

Fuck. 

She shouldn’t know exactly who that rich, deep voice belongs to having only met him for the first time just over 24 hours ago, but him saying that it was a pleasure to meet her was running on a loop in her head as she tried to get some sleep last night. 

She turns her head very slowly to look at him – mainly because she knows he’s done this as a ploy to get her attention and she can’t be rude – and yet again any kind of coherent thought flies out of her head like a shot. 

His dark hair is slightly rumpled, as though he’s been running his hands through it in order to get it out of his face, that irresistible comma curling up on his forehead. All of a sudden she’s struck with the urge to push it back for him, but she squashes that thought the moment it pops into her head – hopefully she’ll get to act on it later on – and instead forces herself to take in the rest of his face. 

He really is infuriatingly beautiful: his features are comparable to – if not even more handsome than – the leading men in the films from the fifties and sixties that she used to watch on a Sunday afternoon with her dad. In fact, she could even argue that he does bear some sort of resemblance to a young Laurence Olivier – he even has the same intense stare, the one that she always swore as a teenager would make her completely weak at the knees if she was ever on the receiving end of something like it in real life. Funnily enough, she really wasn’t wrong – although this could be a result of the glasses of wine she had during the wedding breakfast, or how warm it is in here�� 

Pulling her eyes away from his face so that she can try to regain the slightest bit of her composure, she can’t quite believe how he’s able to simultaneously carry off being beautiful and this sexy in a morning suit. It fits him like a glove – to be honest, she’s got no idea why he’s still wearing his jacket, but it’s not that part of the suit that’s got her all hot under the collar. She’s always been a sucker for a man in a three piece suit, but the sight of a gorgeous man in a waistcoat like this makes her want to combust on the spot: it hugs his body perfectly, doing a wonderful job at painting a picture in her head of how much fun it would be to get to take it off him somewhere a bit more… intimate, somewhere she can have him all to herself.

[casspurrjoybell-33]

Taming Arrogance - Chapter 6

*Warning Adult Content*

With three martinis sloshing around my empty stomach, I manage to sleep throughout the rest of the plane ride and through the landing.

By the time the two of us make our way to the luggage vestibule, my temples are throbbing.

Normally I can handle my liquor with ease but hard liquor with no water?

And no food beforehand?

And on a plane?

That's a headache just waiting to happen.

Blake walks over when he sees my suitcase coming around the corner.

He picks it off the belt and sets it to the side.

His luggage follows only a few feet behind mine and he lifts it off the belt as well.

"Our ride is here," Blake says handing me my luggage.

He leads the way without waiting for me to respond and in all honesty I'm far too hungover to protest.

The coolness of the air conditioning cuts off abruptly when I step outside the mechanical doors.

In its place a sticky warmth clings to my skin.

Despite it being so late into the night, the Floridian heat is brutal.

One of my buddies recommended we go here for spring break next year.

If this sweltering heat is any indication of how it will be during the day, I'm going to give him a resounding 'hell no' when I get home.

"Welcome to Florida," Blake says.

He takes a deep breath, inhaling the moist, heavy air.

A lone convertible is parked alongside the curb of the airport and Blake waves his hand at the driver.

The man immediately steps out of the car and comes over to greet us.

He shakes Blake's hand in a respectful manner and takes each of our bags of luggage to put in the trunk.

"Safe flight, Mr. Benson?" the driver asks congenially.

Blake opens the passenger side door for me, pushing the seat to a forward position to let me through.

I swing my backpack off my shoulders and step into the flashy vehicle.

Blake gets in a second behind me and sets his carry-on luggage to the right of him.

It forces him closer to me and suddenly this spacious convertible doesn't have enough room in the backseat.

"It was wonderful, thank you Todd," Blake responds to his driver.

"Todd, this is my assistant, Mr. Greene. Callum, this is my dear friend and one of my longtime employees, Todd."

Todd gives me a friendly wave from the rear-view mirror.

I give a curt nod in return.

There's no reason for me to be acting like a prick but I refuse to allow myself to enjoy the company or the conversation of anyone who seems to be under the 'Blake Benson' trance.

Todd turns off his flashers and flips on his left blinker to get the car away from the curb.

"Where to, boss?"

"We have a reservation at the Hilton," Blake responds.

"The one in town?"

"Yes."

Todd pulls the car onto the main highway with ease.

"Need me to stop anywhere for a late dinner or a drink, boss?"

Blake turns to me and raises a brow, as if waiting for me to weigh in my opinion.

I shrug and lean back into the leather seats.

"I wouldn't turn down a few slices of pizza," I admit.

"Pizza?" Blake repeats slowly.

"Yea, pizza. You know, that shit that has dough with sauce and cheese on top of it? Sometimes people even go crazy and add a topping or two."

Blake chuckles and shakes his head.

"Oh to have the metabolism of an eighteen year old."

"Nineteen," I correct him icily, though I don't know why the mistake bothers me so much in the first place.

"Todd, would you mind ordering up a thin crust pizza for Mr. Greene and myself? Let's do half with green peppers and mushrooms and the other half will be..." Blake looks over at me, waiting to hear my topping preference.

I slide my tongue over my teeth.

What are the odds he likes the same exact toppings as I do?

One in fifty?

One in a hundred?

I could make up a different set of toppings but at the mere mention of my favorite pizza, my stomach growls with hearty approval.

"Green peppers and mushrooms are fine for my half too."

Blake looks surprised but finishes giving Todd the order anyway.

The two of them amicably debate back and forth on where the best pizza is in town and while they do so, my attention shifts to new sights coming into view.

City lights are becoming brighter, casting shadows over the looming and tropical looking palm trees that line the sidewalks.

There are a few bars and night clubs we pass along the way.

Each one seems to have drunken men and women stumbling out of the doors in search of a cigarette reprieve.

The night life here looks fun.

I wonder if Blake will let me go out for a night to try out my new fake ID at a club or two.

I frown at my thoughts.

I wonder if Blake will let me?

What kind of sappy shit is that?

He doesn't own me.

He's just my boss, after all and I'm the one who rearranged all of my plans to be here in the first place.

"What time will we get done with work tomorrow?" I ask Blake once he and Todd settle on a pizza place.

"The latest would probably be around eight or nine," he responds.

"Why?"

"Perfect. I'm going out tomorrow night. The night life here looks fun as hell." Blake's nostrils flare at my announcement and the heat behind his gaze is one I haven't seen before.

There's a strained silence that settles throughout the car.

Even Todd shifts uncomfortably in the driver's seat.

Then I notice his eyes flicker to the rear-view mirror.

His gaze meets mine,and in a single look, I have the sinking suspicion that I'm barking up the wrong tree.

When Blake doesn't respond, I decide to push my luck even more.

"I hope you got us separate rooms," I say with a daring grin.

"If I get lucky I'll need a place to fuck."

There's no reason I should be spurring on Blake's quickly downward spiraling mood.

He's a professional guy and I'm sure hearing me talk so casually about my sex life is yet another issue that'll bring me one step closer to being fired.

Plus, Blake knows I'm straight.

I'm sure picturing me touching another woman is making him cringe with gayness.

Blake's jaw works itself into a tightened clench.

Wordlessly he reaches into his pocket, retrieving his cellphone and swiftly dialing a number.

He puts it up to his ear and stares straight ahead.

"Luke," Blake snaps in a quiet tone.

"What are the room arrangements at the Hilton?"

Silence.

"Call again please and cancel both of our rooms. Request the penthouse instead for the two of us to share."

Silence.

"Then book another hotel. Text me when it's done."

Blake hangs up the cell-phone and stuffs it back into his pocket.

Did he seriously just cock-block me?

Just because I'm on a work trip doesn't mean I'm on the clock 24/7.

There's no reason for him to prevent me from having a bit of fun just so long as during work hours I remain professional.

"What the hell?" I start to ask but Blake cuts me off.

"Todd, our room isn't quite ready yet. I'm sure there's still a pizza place open at this hour where we could dine-in. Would you find one and drop us off for a bit?"

I stare at Todd incredulously.

Surely he realizes how interfering Blake's behavior is and will have something to say about it.

Instead, however, Todd nods at the request and keys in a new location on his GPS.

"Sure thing, boss," Todd says quietly.

"Closest one is about fifteen miles away."

"Thank you, Todd."

I'm too dumfounded to say anything more.

It's evident that Todd is not on my side with this one.

Blake is always an asshole when it comes my manners and acting professionally whenever we're at the office but this is a whole new level.

He's never tried to play interference with my personal life.

What an uptight ass-hat.

Despite it being only fifteen miles away, the drive to the pizza place takes far longer than expected.

Or maybe that's just due to the awkward silence that's continually permeating throughout the car.

Either way, by the time Todd pulls up to the restaurant, I feel like an hour has passed.

"Thank you Todd," Blake says, opening the car door and climbing onto the sidewalk.

"'Course, Mr. Benson," Todd says.

"What time would you like me back here?"

"Half an hour. This won't take long."

The way Blake answers Todd's question sends a shiver down my spine.

I suddenly feel like a child who is about to be scolded.

Todd pulls away from the curb a moment later and Blake watches him disappear into darkness.

Ever so slowly Blake turns his focus to me.

"Mr. Greene," he says quietly.

"I'd appreciate it if you joined me inside for a slice of pizza. I have a few things I'd like to discuss with you..."

[reigningqueenofwords]

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Part 2 of Lightening and Arrows

Clint smiled at you as the pair of you danced. “Are you glad you agreed to be my date?” He asked. 

You pretended to think. “I am.” You chuckled. “Thank you.” You smiled. “For helping me out of my head. I’ve really enjoyed myself tonight.” 

“Anytime.” He grinned. “I am always up to show a pretty lady a good time.” He playfully flirted. 

“I’ll keep that in mind.” You teased. 

The two of you danced for a couple more minutes before he led you off the dancefloor, his arm around your waist. Feeling eyes on him, he looked around and spotted an annoyed looking Thor. He couldn’t help but smirk at the God. Sending him a wink, he turned back to you. “Would you like a drink?” He asked. 

You smiled. “Sure.” You agreed, letting him lead you to the bar. “Can I get a martini please?” You asked the bartender, while Clint then ordered a beer. 

Thor watched you and Clint flirt at the bar and shook his head. Briana swallowed awkwardly. “Can we dance?” She asked Thor, hopeful. After all, she was his date. He had been the one to ask her to go with him. He had seemed so excited until he saw you with Clint. 

He took a moment, then turned to her. “Of course.” He agreed, offering his hand to her. He gave her a soft smile as she took his hand. 

“Alright, now the part of the night we’ve all been looking for!” Tony got on stage, getting everyone’s attention. “The Avenger’s Auction! Can I get my teammates up here, please?” He grinned as he saw them all making their way towards the stage. “The first date that’s being auctioned off is…Captain America! Come here, Rogers.” He motioned for Steve to come stand with him. “You know the drill, ladies and gentleman. Bidding starts at five grand for a date with this handsome guy.” 

Steve looked at Tony and sighed. He reminded himself this was for charity. He smiled out at the crowd, knowing that this auction always got charity an insane amount of money. A hand lifted, the first bid put in. He wondered how high things would go. The year before someone bid fifty thousand for a date with him. 

You watched as bidding went quick for Steve. When bidding ended, you were glad you weren’t sipping a drink. The winning bid was a hundred grand that year. “Wow.” You breathed. 

“Oh, over double last year’s winning bid!” Tony laughed. “Nice. Don’t worry, you’ll get your money’s worth.” He smirked, making Steve lightly slap his arm. “If you’d just like to make your way over to Happy there. He’ll get your information.” He told the winner. “Rogers, back to the others.” He was loving this. “Who should we ‘sell’ next…?” He asked, laughing even harder as people actually called out names. “Oh, lively bunch this year.” 

Finally, he called up Bruce. He shyly went up, giving the crowd a small wave. He was so sweet, and you hoped he felt the same love that Steve did. The bidding didn’t go as fast, but people seemed to want him, too. You giggled as you could see him look a bit surprised, and a bit bashful, as the bidding grew. Finally, the winning bid was seventy-five thousand. 

One by one, the Avengers were auctioned off. Nat went for twice what Steve did, surprising no one. Tony outbid everyone for Pepper, amusing you. Clint got just about what Bruce got, and when he slipped back in line, he teased you. “You didn’t bid for my hand?” He whispered, making you giggle. 

“I didn’t realize I had to pay for it.” You nudged him. 

He pretended to think about it while Tony rambled on. “I guess you can get it for free.” The two of you snorted at how that sounded. 

“Since she’s been miss giggly with Legolas over there…Y/N, come on up!” Tony smirked at you as you blushed. “Don’t be shy, you can go back to flirting with the elf after.” 

You made your way to stand next to him, not seeing the look Thor had as Tony opened up the bidding. He was clearly not a fan of auctioning you off. You chewed on your lip, confused as to why bidding was going like it was. It was making you a bit self conscious, if you were being honest. 

Tony was confused, too. He felt you would have gotten nearly as much as Nat! “Fine, since you clearly lack taste, I’ll bid!” He announced, hoping that would egg the others on. “I bid a hundred thousand!” He grinned, looking around the room. “Going once….going twice…sold. To me.” He kissed your cheek to try to relax you. He’d likely gift that ‘date’ to Clint or Thor. He hadn’t decided who yet. “Back to line, Y/N/N.” He told you, and you hurriedly went back to standing with Clint. Your cheeks were red, but mostly out of embarrassment. Your friend had to place the winning bid. No one else was really bidding. It had only been thirty thousand before that. “Alright, Thor! Get on up here.” He motioned to the God. 

Clint gave you a small smile after he nudged you to look at him. “Night’s almost over.” He reminded you. 

“Thankfully.” You sighed, wanting to get home, and into a hot shower. You weren’t even paying attention to the auction anymore. Thankfully Thor was the last one up. After that was finished, things would start winding down. You would slip out, getting an Uber back to the tower.

[amberjazmyn]

f.a.s.t

𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓮 - f.a.s.t

𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 - mentions of rob's stroke from 2013, dad x rob, crying, medical procedures, stroke hospital 

𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 - ryleigh benedict, supernatural actor and louden swain's rob benedict's daughter, a nurse at toronto's premier stroke centre hospital in toronto canada. she was doing her normal night shift, the normal of normal work shifts when all of a sudden, in walks in the one patient she never expected nor wanted to see walk into her hospital. her own father.  

𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻'𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮 - i actually got this idea from a 5sos imagines book so, don't judge me please. also, yes, i know i have done an imagine maybe two regarding rob's stroke but i just had the great idea for this one. 

masterlist

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ryleigh benedict, the eldest daughter of louden swain lead singer and supernatural actor, rob benedict, was having her regular same old shift at toronto's premier stroke hospital in canada. she had just finished with a patient, a middle-aged woman who was maybe in her late fourties, early fifties when she heard cries and the pressing of the button by the receptionist at the front desk. which, obviously, was common to hear in an emergency room but, because this was the stroke hospital, it caused deep fear when she could recognise the crying and rushed conversations for help. just hearing the recognisable crying raised alarm bells in the doctor's head and she immediately booked it down the hallway in an instant after the patient suggested she should. 

however, let's go back to the beginning of the day. her day didn't start out like this so, let's see how ryleigh got to this panicked place of hearing the one cry and voice she knew inside out. 

richard's pov 

it had been a long yet amazing fun day at the supernatural toronto convention for 2013. misha, cliff, jensen, jared, myself and rob were about to start leaving for drinks after rob's autograph session. so, he allowed the rest of the company, misha, cliff, jared & jensen and myself to go ahead and he'd eventually catch up to us. 

however, after the five of us had been waiting and waiting for rob to join us for the free margarita down the block like we always did to celebrate, i shot rob a text. yet, the response i got from the message i sent which, for contextual purposes was, hey, we're waiting to rob was  not feeling it from rob. which, gave me a weird feeling entirely because, that response from rob just didn't at all sound like something rob would say. i then decided to call him and see what was going on just to make sure he was okay because, in all seriousness, why would rob ever shoot down the opportunity for a free martini as well as a steak? 

the phone call however just didn't seem to make much sense on rob's end with the way he was talking about how he wasn't feeling it and like he was stammering and stumbling over his words. honestly, in my head, i just thought he was stressed because he was literally working his backside off for the last seventy-two hours and he was just in a matted knot of anxiety. hanging up after some more muttering on rob's end, it clocked in my head that nothing that had come out of rob's mouth made any literal sense and for some reason, i couldn't explain why it made no sense. it just doesn't. 

by this point, i was actually with rob in his hotel room as he was mumbling and muttering about wanting to watch the football. and it was when he couldn't even say the name of the football's quarterback and after an old practicing doctor didn't give me answers that i knew in my gut were right, i rang misha for a second opinion. 

"misha, this doesn't make sense, is this a stroke?" i questioned as misha sighed on the phone before asking me to pass the phone to rob so he could hear him 

and, i did and when misha tried to talk to rob, it didn't sound good at all, "...yeah, thanks rich. this is not good, rob needs to be taken to the hospital, do not let him sleep! i know he may want to fall asleep but you cannot let him fall asleep!" misha urged that i don't let rob fall asleep as i nod my head - knowing misha can't see it 

"oh okay. thank you misha!" i mumbled as i then heard rob mutter about how tired he was and that he just wanted to sleep 

jesus christ this wasn't good at all, rob cannot fall asleep cause this is not anxiety and i know it's not anxiety!  

ryleigh's pov 

i huffled semi-frustratedly as i was paged again by the woman i was just finished with. what more does this woman need from me that she can't get from anyone else in this goddamn stroke hospital? yes, alright, i'm aware of the fact i am her routine doctor but, still, if it wasn't for her constant nagging and need for my attention, i could be dealing with someone who is actually still having or just come in with stroke symptoms. but despite the attitude and agitation this particular patient gave me, i still did and do adore her, i am just usually so flustered whenever she pages for my assistance. however, of course, i wasn't able to bring forth the attitude and anger because i knew she was sensitive to certain things and actions and also we're not allowed to show our anger let alone any sort of emotion so i didn't. she's just really pushing my buttons now and i don't like it. yet, i knew i had to put away this attitude i had towards her and quickly so i can give her the care and needs she requires which for all i know could just be a headache on my end from all the times she's paged for me in the last thirty minutes. 

"...knock knock...hello shelley, what is it you need now sweetheart? is everything all okay in here?" my doctor's voice sometimes made me sick cause of how high i made it as she smiled meekly 

"i was just wondering when i'm getting dinner..." she trailed off as i smiled, chuckling lightly as she asked me that five minutes ago and then the five minutes after that

and that was even though she was already given dinner earlier than everyone else because she wouldn't stop asking about it, "...you've already had dinner sweetheart, what do you mean? do you want dessert, is that what you're asking?" i question, walking in a little bit more to look at the eating schedule on the edge of her bed to make sure i was doing it correctly 

"oh, yeah, dessert, that's what i meant..." she trailed off as i bit my lip and smiled as i look back up at her from her clipboard 

"...okay, well, you'll be getting it in about...three minutes by doctor kelly, is that all alright?" i ask with a smile as i see shelley smile and nod her head as i smile and breathe out

i was then moments from leaving when she asked me to stay back and for some reason, i wasn't mad. i turned back around to face her and see that her smile was no longer spread across her face anymore and, to be honest, it worried me. so, i acted upon her worry and asked what was wrong as, even though she does unintentionally annoy me with her constant ask for me, she is still my patient and truthfully, one of the sweetest i've had in ages. 

"what's wrong shelley, are you okay my darling?" i ask softly as i walk over to her bed and hover over it, placing my hand on her blanketed bed near her hand

"i...i'm scared it's gonna happen again ry ry..." she trailed off with a teary breath as my heart breaks as i gulp and my shoulders relax 

"...i know you're scared shells but, we've given you the medication and it's worked on you perfectly. i have a high intuition that you'll be perfectly fine and that you'll be discharged by the end of my shift tonight," i smiled softly and i give her a cheeky wink to make her more at ease as she giggles softly  

"you really think so ry ry?" she mumbled as i smiled and nodded my head as i actually went and grabbed her hand into mine and caressed it comfortingly 

"i know so, shells. since you were given the medication, you've been doing exceptionally well. i have no doubt in the world that you'll be out of this bed and jumping wall to wall by the time i am finished for the night. and, if i'm wrong and you have to stay for another night, you can page for me during tomorrows shift for whatever it is you need, even if it's just for a high-five, deal?" i propose as shelley gives me a confused look 

"seriously? i know you're not the biggest fan of the amount i page for you when i could ask for anyone else here ry ry. i see the agitation in your face every time you come in here and i can see how you try to hide it. it doesn't at all offend me or make me sad, it just makes me feel guilty. but, the reason i page for you specifically is that you make me feel safe and you remind me of my own daughter called ryleigh who used to be a nurse at this hospital..." shelley trailed off as my heart broke but at the same time it burnt - i seriously remind shelley of her own daughter? 

"really? i remind you of your own daughter?" i'm now the confused one as shelley tearfully nods her head 

"yes. you even look similar to her so, when i found out you were going to be my routine doctor, i knew i had to cling to you for as long i was in here for after my stroke. i haven't seen ryleigh since she ditched toronto and left back to the states, so, i really miss her. but, seeing you really makes me smile..." shelley trailed off as my heart swirled as i smiled at her 

"...aw, i'm sorry to hear about your daughter but, i'm sure she still loves you shells--" 

however, before i could even continue the conversation, i heard a sudden commotion coming from outside where the front desk and receptionist was. it also caught shelley's attention and she instantly let go of my hand, making me look at her in confusion again. 

"--you're needed, ryleigh, go! i'll be okay on my own, someone needs your assistance out there!" shelley forces me to leave as i nod my head and rush out of her room when i hear crying and chatter

but it can't be that person...why is he here? then i heard the one voice i never, ever thought i'd have to hear even step foot into this hospital.  

richard's pov 

after my friend, an old practising physician told me that rob was just having an anxiety attack and he needed to sleep it off and that not giving me the most pleasant feeling, misha was called. and after that, after misha heard what rob sounded like, he let me know that rob needed to be sent to the hospital and as soon as possible. something was not at all right with rob and i wasn't at all going to just let him fall asleep because i felt in my gut that it wasn't going to end well if i let rob fall asleep. getting into a car, not an ambulance so as not to make a scene, we made our way to the closest hospital in toronto. 

as we arrived at the hospital, i started to panic but tried to seem calm alongside jensen and misha as we waited as the receptionist tried to get rob to tell her his name. 

"...hey, umm, my buddy here is having a hard time putting words and thoughts together. i'm a little concerned but, again it could be nothing..." i speak up as the receptionist looks up and makes eye contact 

"...what's your friends name?" the receptionist asked as i spoke up for him 

"what's your name...his name is robert benedict..." i spoke up as she looked at me and then over at rob who just didn't look good at all 

"...no, i need him to talk to me," the lady asked again as rob then tried to say his name

"e...e..." however, before rob could even uselessly try to say his name, i noticed a button underneath the lady's desk that she was pressing when all of a sudden, four nurses rush over 

and, i immediately recognise one of them being ryleigh, rob's eldest daughter. 

ryleigh's pov 

hearing that alert that announces that a patient has come in with signs of them having a stroke is always terrifiying because you never truly know how bad it actually is going to be until you get to them. but, i wasn't expecting to be faced with my own dad and best friends who were his friends and castmates standing in the reception area of my stroke hospital. 

"...doctor benedict...doctor benedict..." my name was called out twice by my fellow doctor, noah before i looked up to face him as i gulped 

"...hmm...yeah...what, sorry?" i just couldn't seem to fathom nor understand why my own dad was here, he was the healthiest person i could know in my entire life

"we need you to work on the patient that has just come in, is that alright?" he spoke softly as i nodded my head and went to leve before noah grabbed my hand, giving me a worried look

"wait, are you okay?" noah then asks as i look at him, my breathing shallow as i gulp 

"that...that patient that's just come in is my...my dad..." i trail off as noah's face goes blank as he then pushes me further out of the room he had pulled me into  

"...then go! you can't cry now ry, you've got no time! go save your dad!" noah spoke with hesitation as i nodded my head and ran into the room 

running in to see what happened and two, to see what needed to be done and what stage of the stroke he was in so i could manage it properly. 

f.a.s.t

misha's pov 

the second jensen and i rushed into the hospital after richard, i knew exactly where we were. it was toronto's premier stroke centre hospital, the very same one that rob's daughter, ryleigh works at. may i say, what luck is this being the closest hospital because, from all the signs and symptoms that richard was telling me and that i was now seeing from rob with my own eyes, it really did seem like he was having a stroke. 

i was the first to notice ryleigh come down the hallway after the receptionist had sounded the button alarm from underneath her desk. however, she had to be quick and very very vigilant and make sure that no more time was wasted. all so we could have our best friend back to health again and so ryleigh could have her dad back again. 

richard was now distressed and it tore me apart as did the condition that rob was in. how and why did this happen, to him out of all people on this earth? but, i have all the faith in the world that ryleigh is going to do everything she can to make sure that this stroke does not kill or permanently damage her dad. 

ryleigh's pov 

since the alarm for dad had been sounded throughout the hospital, we had now brought him into a hospital room to run him through some tests, one of them being a cat scan to see what kind of stroke he was having and the severity of it. as, from my standpoint, it seems as though rich and misha had caught it very early on which, applause to them, because other patients that have walked through those doors in a similar situation have walked in too late. 

"doctor benedict, are you able to let me take over whilst you go outside and tell the visitors what's going on and bring them in?" doctor ryan hamilton, the other doctor who was working on my dad with me asked as i nod my head 

he knew that this was my dad as did everyone else at this point and that the people outside were his castmates and our family. so, he wanted me to do it so they felt more comfortable about the words that were being said to them. 

"of course i can hamilton. just give me a couple of minutes, tops," i spoke as i slithered out of the room as i trusted in my partner entirely that he would keep dad stable before grabbing the medication through the iv so i could then, with dad's permission, administer it to him myself 

rolling my shoulders back and standing up straight, i walked out of the room that dad was in and down the hall to the waiting room. i noticed misha, richard and jensen anxiously waiting for anything on their best friend. 

"...family of rob benedict, please follow me," not going to lie, it did sound weird having those words come out of my mouth considering it was about my dad to my family 

but, i have no regrets about being professional as the three men who i considered my uncles stood up without hesitation and rushed over. we then all made our way back to the room that dad was getting prepped for the iv placement as he kind of looked around in confusion as rich just looked up in worry. 

"is...is he okay, ry?" rich was the first to ask as i sighed and wiped the unusual patch of sweat that was forming on my palms to my nurse scrubs as i looked over to doctor hamilton who had also looked up 

"we're gonna give him some medication which is a blood clot buster through an iv. and, it's a fourteen per cent chance that it'll kill him because what's going on right now is a stroke. he has a thirty per cent chance it does nothing with a fifty-five per cent chance it will improve and reduce the damage as well as a per centage it'll cause brain damage and cause him to bleed out," i explain as i watch the worry and fear just escalate to a hundred 

"mollie..." he mumbles out mom's name, mollie, as my heart fluttered at hearing her name as it broke at the same time

"...mollie can't help you right now, dad," i tried to be as stoic as i could considering the fact that whilst i am treating my dad, i still had to be professional and that included telling him that mom isn't the person that can help him right now

"woah..." richard was quiet as i felt awful as i saw the two men who i considered my dad and uncle just look at each other as they started to crisis laugh

"...motherfucker!" rich whispered or so he thought as i smiled and shook my head

no, this was not the best time to be crisis laughing but, i guess if it was bringing light to the situation, they were doing what made themselves feel better. 

"are you wrapping his arm to give him the drug right now?" rich then turns to me as i turn to him

"i am so soon as he nods his head yes. if he was unconscious, i would have already given him the drug but, because he's conscious by law, i have to get his consent. the second he nods yes, we're pushing in the drugs and we'll find out in fourty-eight hours if it does nothing, if it helps or if it kills him," i announce as i watch rich look over at dad as he now burst out into tears and i can't help but feel awful and pain fill out my chest 

and, i can only bet that right now, without a doubt, that dad is thinking this is fucked. 

"if i don't give you the medicine, you'll keep getting worse or you'll stay like you are and that's no way to live," i spoke as dad wasn't able to speak anymore

this was after dad and rich laughed and cried for a bit when dad finally came to his decision. he nodded his head yes for me to give him the drugs. that then gives me the all-clear and i start to give him the shot of the drugs that were either going to a. do nothingb. helps him or c. kills him. administering this drug to dad was obviously the worst but best thing i could ever be doing to him. but, knowing i had three options regarding whether if he'll get better, straight up die or stay the same, i know i had to trust everything i'd learnt and the work i was doing because there was no way i could take my time on this. i should have administered this drug ten minutes ago yet, the fact i was doing it now was all that had to be done to make sure i don't wake up fourty-eight hours later to the news that could be the possible death notice of my own dad. under my own leadership and drug administeration. 

once the drug had been administered, it was now just a big waiting game as i then left the room as i got paged by my boss as i then said goodbye to rich, misha and jensen so i could then have my debrief with my team. 

rich's pov 

five minutes ago, ryleigh had administered a drug through the iv in rob's arm that gave him three options regarding whether if he'd get better or not. truly, it was horrific seeing rob go through all of this but, knowing him and the work his daughter, beautiful ryleigh was doing to help him, i had full faith that he was going to be just fine and right as rain. 

"...guys, i'm sorry to tell you this but, i'm needed by my boss so, if you guys wish, you can stay in here with dad for as long as you want. however, if something doesn't feel right or does clearly go wrong, just press that button on the side and it'll page for me straight away. you got it?" ryleigh spoke as she looked at misha, jensen and me as we nodded out heads as she smiled and then left 

"thank you ryleigh," i all but whispered as ryleigh smiled and nodded her head 

"it's all in a day's work uncle rich. i love you guys and i'll see you shortly!" she smiles as she nods her head again and leaves us to be with rob who was now eyes closed and laying on the hospital bed as the medication started to do its thing

"and now, we just wait," misha sighed as i nodded my head and wiped away the remaining tears on my cheeks as i sighed in response 

"yep, it's all we can do," i sigh as jensen then speaks up, sounding more hopeful than misha and i did

"i'm sure he'll be fine. sure, it'll take him time to recover but, no doubt that ryleigh worked her magic perfectly and he'll be right as rain after everything," jensen smiled as i turned to look at him and, it made me smile with the way he was so optimistic about rob and his possible recovery

"you really think so, jense?" i question as jensen smiles and nods his head

"i know so, just think of how many more people before her own dad that ryleigh has saved!" jensen winked as he was right, ryleigh has saved so many people and is like, one of the top doctors here in toronto for a reason

"that is true..." misha countered as he trailed off as i nodded my head in agreement

"...you're not wrong," i mumbled as i just and watched as i wondered what was going to happen to my best friend and if he'd be okay

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six months past and it seemed as though rob had recovered absolutely perfectly. he was back to talking, singing and being the comedic genius he was all at the same time. they were back in toronto for the newest convention and for once after working for so long, doctor ryleigh benedict was finally able to come and watch one. just like when she was younger before she left for nursing school. 

ryleigh was watching at the side wings as her uncles misha and rich joined her dad and his band, louden swain, just before they were to perform another song to tell the audience the story of what happened last time they were at this convention. it still boggled and haunted ryleigh that she was the one that actually had to save her dad's life in the way she had to by administering an iv and medication into his arm and not knowing what way it was going to take affect on her dad and if he'd survive or not. however, whilst misha and rich knew the story, they then decided to pull a fast one and invite ryleigh on the stage to tell her side of the story. as misha and rich had recently told the story at the las vegas con and it was still unknown that it was actually ryleigh that was the one who had ultimately, after misha and richard, saved her dad's life. 

"...but, instead of rich and myself telling the story, i think it's time we have the person who was the one who ultimately saved our friends life that day..." misha introduced as rob instantly got emotional because of course, it was his own daughter ryleigh 

however, the fans had no clue as all they had seen was a photo of ryleigh and rob at an event maybe a couple of months after he had been cleared to leave. and, in the photo, there were no clues to the fact that it was ryleigh herself that had saved rob. ryleigh then grabbed the mic from cliff and walked on stage as the crowd went insane. some even started crying as they then put the pieces of the puzzle together as they then realised that it was the very own daughter of their favourite actor/singer that saved him and nursed him back to the person he was right now. 

"...hey toronto, how are we all tonight? isn't it amazing that we have the lead singer of louden swain back?" ryleigh then causes the uproar of the conference room as rob pulls his daughter closer to him as she doesn't hesitate and moves closer 

"so, as misha and rich have maybe touched on, six months ago, in this very city in this very hotel shall we saw at this convention, my wonderful father was signing some autographs and was about to head on out for some steak with misha, rich, cliff and jensen. when, all of a sudden, he just couldn't speak anymore and his body began to sort of shut down..." ryleigh explained as the fans were all on the edge of their seats even though they knew what happened

but, hearing it from rob's daughter just made it even more suspenseful, especially when they were about to be given the shock of their lives. 

"...it's all known here that once it was realised that maybe something wasn't quite right with my dad, rich and misha rushed dad to the nearest hospital and, out of pure luck and, i'd like to say the grace of god and all the angels that the hospital turned out to be toronto's premier stroke centre hospital. the very same hospital that i work at and was on shift at that very day and time that dad was brought in. as soon as the receptionist realised that my dad couldn't even tell her his own name, straight away she was pushing the emergency button and myself along with four other doctors were deployed out. and, i was the doctor who administered the drug that ultimately became the key reason why my dad is alive. why he is on this stage able to speak, sing, laugh and move around and joke with the rest of his castmates and all of you guys, his loving fans and i..." just before ryleigh could continue anything else, the crowd roared in applause standing up for the daughter of rob as she stepped back and giggled in anxiety as she lowered the microphone as she looked over at her uncles misha and rich and her dad 

"...i had never felt so stressed and pressured at the same time in the entire time i've been a doctor here because this wasn't just my regular run of the mill patient. y'all, this was my dad. but, one thing i'll never forget that dad said was, just as i was inserting the iv into his arm so i could then later on, after getting his consent as he was still conscious, insert the drug, that he mumbled out for mollie who, for those who don't know is my mom, dad's wife..." ryleigh trails off as everyone just went silent as others gasped quietly as she then continued as she felt her dad's hand clasp hers tightly 

"...and i remember saying, direct quote, mollie can't help you right now, dad. and, it was the weirdest sensation but i knew i had to say that as the only person who could save my dad was ultimately, me," ryleigh spoke as she then turned to uncle rich

"however, let's not forget the fact that despite having other patients, ryleigh was always the only doctor who gave herself permission to take care of her dad. like, if another nurse or doctor tired to even step foot into rob's room, ryleigh would be on the verse of being aggravated she wouldn't allow them to help her," rich added in as ryleigh nodded her head as she smiled and spoke up again 

"dad, i'm so glad you were able to recover so quickly within the span of these last six months. it truly haunted me the moment i saw rich, misha and jensen in that reception area as i heard you frantically but unsuccessfully try to tell the receptionist what your name was and you just couldn't. having to tell these three guys, the percentages of whether you'd survive, stay the same or die is always the worst thing to tell the family and friends of your patient. but, because you're my dad, it hurt me more that those percentages haunted me for those whole fourty-eight hours as we waited to see whether or not you were going to survive this stroke or not..." ryleigh trailed off as rob smiled at his daughter and pulled her in for a hug 

"...i'm sorry you had to see me like that and then be the one who had to ultimately be in charge of whether or not i survived but, i'm also glad that it was you at the same time ry ry. you did an amazing job taking care of me, i love you so much baby!" rob whispered as ryleigh smiled and hugged her dad tighter 

"i love you too dad," ryleigh sighed in content as the audience squealed which made the dad and daughter giggle as misha had gotten emotional like he had done at vegas as a memory then arose in ryleigh's memory 

she then brought the mic up to her mouth 

"you can't cry now ry, you've got no time! go save your dad!"

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ok, the ending of this and the middle-ish of this wasn't as good as i thought it was going to be which is kind of saddening but, whatever i still enjoyed writing it! also, just to let you know, the hospital part where ryleigh benedict was informing rich, misha and jensen about the medication percentages and everything, were all things that rich and i think misha were told by a doctor at the stroke hospital as confirmed in the podcast that rich speight and rob benedict had done on the inside of you podcast with michael rosenbaum. 

ok bye ily xx

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